Happy Wednesday

To all the people who dont wait for the day to celebrate love, have a nice wednesday.

And to the rest, all the best for your role of romeo or juliet.

cheers, :).

Need of Need

Imagine our all wishes come true instantly,
Imagine all the things we desire are ours now.
Imagine your dream prince(ess) is in front of you.
Imagine we have achieved all our ambitions
Imagine we have enough money to do everything
Imagine we are always surrounded with the people we like most
Imagine there is no thirst
there is no desire left over
there is no pain due to any loss/anguish
there is nothing to look forward to anything
there is no wait for something fairytailish
there are no ambitions to be fulfilled
life looks perfect

I dont want a life like this. I believe the cause of perfectness of the life is its imperfectness and we are better off craving for things.

On Sale

a body, a heart and a soul.

Price: Free, but the taker might become demented and insane after a little use.

Recommendation: Only someone who doesnt loves her life too much, should think of living it in just few moments.

Anyone ?

Days are bright and nights are insane

lonliness + cold weather + darkness = 100% insanity.

When you are enthusiastic

you dont want anyone to take a pie of your life
you ignore everything and everyone around
you are full of self conceit
you would enjoy each glance from a woman
you are at toes, bubbling with life and energy
you would be a standout in a gathering

and when you are not,
you search outside for happiness
you loose your identity
you would crave for every woman you see
you would see nothing inside you
you would try to look around for a moment of comfort
nobody will love you
people will turn out to be strange
life will look like a boat in a storm
even a little sweet talking will sooth you a lot
you would be looking for options all around
you would become a seeker and desperate

life is a see-saw, we all need patience and humility.

Most popular men

Its not a survey, but I just googled some people and ranked them according to number of pages.

1. Steve Jobs (130,000,000)
2. Christ (114,000,000)
3. Bill Gates (60,500,000)
4. Michael Jordon (56,500,000)
5. Shakespeare (54,400,000)
6. Mozart (49,800,000)
7. Hitler (41,000,000)
8. Einstein (40,000,000)
9. Schumacher (25,700,000)
10. Gandhi (21,400,000)

Interesting to see that Steve Jobs has the maximum hits and that too by a margin.

Notify me if you find someone in between. There is a caveat that the pages might be for other people also who share the same name, but i guess they will be very less than the intented ones.

Not so long ago

when I was a child:

1. I used to love math problems, more than now.
2. Doing complex calculations used to be my favourite hobby and way of entertaining people.
3. Not so surprisingly, I used to love solving puzzles.
4. But, I used to hate the scenario sitting with hundreds of kids and competing for some covetous reward. I rather liked of being on my own and doing it for fun or challange and not competing.
5. I used to like all the detective serials and Byomkesh Bakshi was my favourite.
6. I used to be afraid of strangers and didnt talk to them untill I had seem them long enough. That is why I didnt talk to many people.
7 . I liked to be on my own rather than with people.
8 . I had dreams of being alone in this world and then eating and doing whatever and whenever I want.
9. I used to wet my pants when nervous, till quite late.
10. I used to love my mum a lot more. Now I can see her shortcomings also.
11. I used to consider my father a stranger till quite late when, he saved me from drowning in a water fall. Then, I realised he is indeed a friendly man.

I read "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" by Mark Haddon, and it refreshed me with my childhood memories.

Trishula

The three pointed weapon can kill a man.
The sidemost kills the soul.
The other side one is the one which kills the heart.
The middle one kills the mind.

The difference in the length of the spears, is the difference in the time, when each of the part is killed.

And the difference in the time when the soul and heart is killed to when the mind is killed, is the duration of our life.

So, trishula is the cause of the life we are leading. With our heart and soul killed at birth, waiting for the mind to die.

Whosoever, can win over this trishula only, can try to live, otherwise we all are androids.

a poem

Oh you girl, do you have love for me
Oh you begger, do you have a penny for me
Oh you friend, do you have a reason for being with me
Oh you teacher, can you give me some wisdom
Oh you preacher, shut the fuck up
Oh you leader, get over your desires
Oh you lover, is there any lust left over in you
Oh you scientist, do you think your science will help any poor
Oh you human, are you human ?
Oh you musician, better listen to your soul
Oh you money grabber, do you know you are going to die one day
Oh you, party harder, cause no one will remember you, once you die.
Oh you student, free yourself from your ambitions.
Oh you the greatest, dont be so happy, nobody loves you.

Uncyclopedia

A very interesting link: http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Main_Page. It is NOT the more famous wikipedia, but it has very humourous definitions. Some of the few I read and devoured:

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/United_States_of_America

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Image:Worldmap.jpg

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Sex

http://uncyclopedia.org/wiki/Monica_Lewinsky

Enjoy.

why am I single

1. I was brought up in a way and with a belief that girls are the alien creatures on this earth (my ma and my grand ma were the only two women, whom I had talked in my childhood.).

2. When I was in primary school, there were separate rows where girls and boys sit, it confirmed the belief within me.

3. When I was in high school, I chose engineering and I had 1 gal in the class of 33 boys. That was an overwhelming experience, it cemented the earlier belief and created a new belief that women probably dont exist in the direction of life I like.

4. The later thought was firmed when I went to college, where I found 7 gals in a batch of 133 boys. And I am doing a really great favour by calling them gals, my friends used to call them non-males, uncle etc.

5. I joined a place to work, and the ratio was still the same. Plus, its not recommended to flirt at your work place, forget it whom am I kidding, as if I am an expert at flirting. So, in short, another year passed just like that.

6. By, the time I landed in the land of opportunities, I had become UNFIT for dating. I didnt had a chance to get trained in
talking silly things,
lieing,
smiling uselessly,
be a good listener to most trivial things,
sometimes behave servantile,

all the things a typical girl enjoys. Instead I have become quite forthright, uncapable of formal talk. I cant pretend of interest for the sake of sex. My behavior has become a result of my thought process, I have lost that power to manipulatation, and sometimes I miss it.

And now I want to pat myself for writing another honest post.

orgasms ?

A friend of mine once said, "orgasms display the emptiness of our life". It is indeed true, since only few moments are really blissful, and rest of our life is empty. And,
we keep trying to fill it up joys and sorrows. The interesting part is that the orgasmic moments are only few, or quite few and rest of the life is too long to live. So, orgasms are a stark and harsh reality of our painful life in an ironical sense.

I believe orgasm is the greatest discovery made by man (or a woman), since we cant live without it. And it is not as trivial as breathing, so it is a discovery and something indispensable, for sure. It gives us an indication, that how much bliss remains unexplored by us, and with a little effort in a direction, we can have it.

But, for most of us, orgasm is limited within those few moments. I think it is a clue to reach the state of bliss, where the orgasmic feeling can last for longer time, or lets hope forever. I am sure, there is something is like that, because that is what the purpose of our life is to explore and find out the divine, the blissful, the all pervasive, the ONE.

Believer

Why should I believe in God,
when I am responsible for my own destiny
when there is so much cruelty in the world
when Lie wins and Truth loses.
when all my pleasures are driven by materials
when I know, I have faced unluck throughout my life
when I am not afraid of anything
when I dont want to believe in something I dont see
when religion is the sole cause of so many wars, deaths and destruction
when religion takes my freedom away, which I value most
when religion seems just fictional and nothing else.
when I havent seen any magic of god with my eyes.

Still I choose to believe in god,
because I believe there is little goodness in the world, which is the glue for civilization.
because it is the only path of peace and only way to get out of the unrest of human mind.
because it gives infinite confidence, power and conviction.
because it soothes the soul
because it makes me feel secure, nothing can scath me.
because even after lot of inequalities, there is a balance in the world, everything is perfect.
because it restores humility
because I can feel it sometimes, in art, in emotions, in people, in joys, in sorrows.
because I feel the difference in me when I believe in it.
because it gives me immense joy
because it makes me listen to my heart, to my soul.
because it makes me more like a woman
because it gives me the hope to live and wait for the big moment.

Why did you do it, BBC ?

Why did you uncover indian men, like this: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/6161691.stm

Ghar ki Izzat ghar mein rahti to acha tha, now everyone knows it. Can you believe it, everyone. The non-indians you hang out with, the firang girl you were trying to hit on. Get ready, to become an object of pity.

Now, I will feel awkward to enter into bars and get pathetic looks. Never fast with strange women, now the little confidence is also crushed. After all, there is no surprise left, as soon they gonna know he is indian, they will scroll down and ... and laugh like bitches.

..... to be continued with the reactions I get from people.

a love story

there was a girl, normal girl. Not a princess, not even rich. But was pretty, was blessed. she didnt know about it, she always thought shes cursed. cause she had pimples on one of her cheek. and she didnt have money to buy those expensive medicines.

there was a guy, quite similar to me, but not me. he was a child, from within. he always thought he is blessed, cause everyone around him loved him obsessively. but he loved this girl. he had a wish, simple but he didnt want to die before doing it.
he wanted to kiss her, since he was 3.

the day came when there eyes met, and rest of the story is quite known in history. he kissed her that night. the next morning, the princess woke up and her pimples were gone, she was elated. she turned around to tell the guy, but she was shocked in horror to see him.

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see saw of the life

I want to list some of the lines of songs which all of us feel so much and artists put it so truly:

1. sometimes up, sometimes down .. its the see saw of the life (vivek sharma)
2. time can bring you down, time can bend your knees (eric clapton)
3. blowing in the wind (bob dylan)
4. life is nothing, but a joke (bob dylan)
5. and one day you find, ten years have past behind you, no one told you when to run, you miss the starting gun (roger waters)
6. riders on the storm .. like a dog without a bone and.. (Jim Morrison)
7. no eternal reward will forgive for wasting the dawn (Jim Morrison)
8. All you need is love (Beatles)
9. Give me love, Give me peace on earth (George Harrison)
10. I am a dreamer, I know I am not the only one (John Lennon)
11. Woman, I will show the child inside a man (John Lennon)
12. Nobody loves you when you are down and out (Eric Clapton)
13. ?

Aspiring cops go on rampage, molest girls

Here is the link to the article: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/334717.cms

Some boys from village goto a forest, and grab the low lying fruits from the trees.

Water is above the drowning level, some are already dead, and rest who think they are not, ironically, have died million times.

I Confess

I stink, but not from within.
I am rude, but not arrogant.
I love to be hated, but I dont hate anyone.
I know I am a loser, but I dont bother about it.
I am shy, but not through eyes.
I know I am an actor, but I love to play depressed characters.
I have a cute smile, but I love to cry.
I know I am tasting dirt, but I love to watch stars.
I love to be alone, even when I am surrounded with people.
I prefer unexpected defeat over expected victory.
I love to go down and then show that I am not out.
I know my life lacks joys, still I long for peace and not joys.
I know I am not going to win, but I want to die as a hero.
I am broken, and I need you.

Give me Love

Its another day of frustration. Everything I should care about is going on fine, still I feel like falling in an abyss, freefall. I feel scared and demented.

I am trying to know the reason for this, is it unfullfillment of my desires or their partial fullfillment or it is because my running after them. Not caring for the small things that matter, they look really small and I feel contempt towards them sometimes. But at times like these, I feel they are my only saving grace.

I need help, love to cope with with this heavy load. I need peace and nothing else. No moments to celebrate or mourn, nobody to hurt or embrace. But, I do need hope otherwise I will be dead before I am dead.

I wish I could be born again and dream again about the small things only, which really matter.

Love and Peace

Truth and Lies, Joys and Sorrows, and above all Life.

This post is dedicated to Buntu (a good friend of mine), it his idea, I am writing my interpretation of it.

When I was a kid, I was encouraged to be always Confident and Positive towards life. Have a good personality, be smart, have fun and live your life to the fullest. Thats how I grew up, setting up ambitions, working hard to get them, sometimes ending up across the line and most of the times, short of it. Then enjoying whenever I could, party, travel, hanging out with beer glasses on. Life was like a roller coster, ups and down, sky and ground. Carefree days, with heart warming friends, full of curiosity, jumping around, desiring to hump around. I was really a kid, not knowing where am I going. Life was cruising and I was growing.

Then came a point, I became conscious. A realization came and took all the curiosity away. In a while, all the childhood was gone. No jumping, not much of curiosity left, numbness is what surrounds. I started becoming more aware of the social set up. I started reasoning, every little thing. Why are people better to themselves, why are they nice to some people and not so to other. Why all of us are hypocrites, even though most of us hate hypocrisies, lies. Even though the curiosity was gone, hunger is still there. Hunger for natural tears and smiles, conversation about small things which matter. The longing grows and so does contempt about everything around.

Then, there is another realization, which says like contempt about everything you consider wrong or false, is not the way of living. Life is above everything, we cant rise above joys and sorrows, we cant find the truth, if there is any. We are in a train ride and our vagon stops at various stops. Some are known, some are not. And it is known, there is always beyond what we know. So, life is about the choices we make, the stops we want to get down. No stop is better in absolute terms, so even if you have missed a stop, there is another round the corner waiting to welcome you.