jayanti te sukrutino
rasa siddhaaha kaviis`varaaha
naasti teeshaam yas`ahkaaye
jaraa maran`ajam bhayam
-Bhatruhari (Circa 450)

Annotation:
Great poets, by their works, have become great accomplishers.
They have no fear of old age and death. They have a body of fame and reputation

The EVIL Hamster!!!

Adieu!!!

I'm going to miss you, i know that much for sure
I also know that there is no workaround; no cure
I started on this journey thinking i could make it through; i could endure
But now its just so tough to convince my mind, when my heart is all azure

You are the one, in this world, that I would love to be with, beyond any doubt
Your conversations make me see all that I know and all I that need to learn about
You dance like an angel and induce your charm, all along the route
I start missing you the very next moment you say 'good bye' and step out

I just love the way you look when you get angry and are in a mood to fight
The honest feelings in your face, your lips at times locked so tight
The grace with which you sway your head over to left and then, to right
Your entire face slowly turning a little red, which was till then, all white

I know i can never have you, how much ever try, i may
But its just some deep feeling down inside that makes me say
That you are the only person who can make my heart sway
And there is nothing i would not do if i knew you would come my way

Consider this as my parting gift; my feelings wrapped in the best fit
Probably things will change when i'm gone; at least a bit
But i would remember the times we had together and in my mind, keep them lit
And leave the rest to the 'Gods' and say to my self "as luck would have it"

Luv

Dedicated to that real special "lady" in my life. I'm so gonna miss her.

Woh Shaam Kuch Ajeeb Thee!!!

Chew on this!!!

(2B|^[2B])

you will always have a choice... between doing something that pretty much seems to be a logical consequence and doing something thats totally wild and crazy . Hence, what has to happen, doesn't really equate to what's destined to happen but rather, how particular you are about (not/)choosing this "path of destiny". It sounds silly, steering through what's only supposed to be natural and pre-determined but I think its something different to that. I think there is nothing really defined, anywhere. There are only sign boards, no barricades. If you want to chalk your life based on these sign boards, so be it. You will arrive at the exact, pre-determined point some time sooner or later. But if you, for a second, wish to ignore the boards, it totally turns in to a different game.


However, most of us prefer the comfort and cushioning that comes from the "god-chosen" path, partly because if something goes wrong, you could always blame your destiny/fate/lines on your forehead or palm, how crooked they are and leave it there. Another reason could be that you believe in fate so much that it would be sacrilegious for you to even think of doing anything out of those premonitions. Yet another could be that you are trained to think so logically and sequentially, it becomes tough for you to accept the rationale behind choosing something thats foreign and totally out of context.

I have been through many such cross-roads in my life where I had to choose between the sanity and serenity of a logical consequence and the wild. Though I cannot boast to be a totally path-breaker or a rebel, I had many incidents where I just did the opposite to what's only evidently imminent. I preferred that no-path to path, that wild to civility, that dream to reality. At times, it was worth it and at times, it was not. There were times when I cursed myself for pulling myself in to this puddle but every time i entered that, I only came out stronger. This, I think is what's "destined" :) Of course, I could choose to not come out of it, which could have been the other possibility but I could never venture to take that path. May be, I'm trying to be logical again or no. I'm not sure.

Well, looking back at what I wrote just now, I think I have reached the end of a circular hoop. Its only getting round and round, me just trying hard to move randomly and "he", just pulling me back to the circle. All I'm doing right now is probably saying out loudly that "his" will is greater and worthier than mine while humming the song "I want to break free" with in my mind

Amen

PS: I know this ends inconclusive and abrupt, but this is all i got, for now! Probably, some thing different to how posts are usually destined to end :P

Confession is no crime!!!

DISCLAIMER
The following post is fictitious. Its here solely for the worth of it and nothing else :D

oh pretty woman, dressed in silver and cotton
little do you know what you've done and forgotten

you just stabbed a man with your cold hearted smile
he looked back at you, frenzy, confused and frail

you proved your wits, you made your point
you made him a victim of your smartness and feint

you were so unresponsive, you didn’t care for his pain
he lingered there in the sunny afternoon, waiting for the rain

little did he know that confession was crime
"fools do it", u spoke through those eyes, sublime

indifference is what this world is all about
who cares if one can or not see the clout

things are merely thrown down the lane
no labels left; no sign of trouble or pain

I honestly can't see how aloof can people get
you just spoke to him yesterday and now, you forget

he waved at you, hoping to see a smile on your face
all you give him back is a scary moment to embrace

you may be right, he might be just another fool for you
but even fools can be condescended with an amiable view

Luv

Welcome Home, Hummer!!!

Luv

The Lie!!!

The Lie!!!
by: Sir Walter Raleigh

O, Soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless arrant!
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court it glows
And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the church it shows
What's good, and doth no good:
If court and church reply,
Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates they live
Acting by others' action,
Not loved unless they give,
Not strong but by a faction.
If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,
Their practice only hate:
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell them that brave it most,
They beg for more by spending,
Who, in their greatest cost,
Seek nothing but commending:
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it is but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.

Tell age it daily wasteth;
Tell honor how it alters;
Tell beauty how she blasteth;
Tell favor how she falters:
And as they shall reply,
Give every one the lie.

Tell wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell wisdom she entangles
Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is pretension;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.

Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts they have no soundness,
But vary by esteeming;
Tell schools they want profoundness,
And stand too much on seeming:
If arts and school reply,
Give arts and school the lie.

Tell faith it fled the city;
Tell how the country erreth;
Tell manhood shakes off pity;
Tell virtue least preferreth:
And if they do reply,
Spare not to give the lie.

So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing,--
Although to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing,--
Stab at thee, he that will,
No stab the soul can kill.

Filmorama!!!

Yeah, true!! This is one of my recently found 'fillers' for my other wise excessively productive pass time. I was officially 'introduced' to the world of art cinema through one of the blogs that I came across. Even though I did watch a handful of art movies much before, thanks to Doordarshan, for telecasting the regional and art films every Sunday and to a few film festivals, I'm still a self-confessed art movie virgin, partly because I never really had the patience nor the pertinence to understand the richness and depth of these movies. Of course, I must add here that I never dared to underestimate or criticize these movies because I very well knew that their purpose and worth is grander than what my brain could gracefully perceive and accept.

So, apparently, my first step in to this world of 'sophistication' wasn't that easy. All I had was a strong motivation and a loosely bound taste, gained from some random movies that I watched earlier. Thats it!!! Unfortunately, this is not enough. My past experiences have particularly taught me that for sustaining any sort of interest in a newly acquired hobby, the motivation factor would not be of much help. I'm sure it would certainly give the much needed initial kick to get started on, but unfortunately, its very volatile and its effects, ephemeral. In long term, the only thing that would support our pursuits and nurture them, is the psychological vivacity they bring to us. The kick or rather, the high they give us is what it counts. For instance, I still remember how many of my friends, due to sheer motivation factor, end up with me at the gym or on the jogging track only to quit that soon enough to ever not remember about all that again.

And then, they start pouring out this endless list of reasons, ranging from bad timings to improper fitness levels to busy work schedules and a thousand more. But to me, all these mean just one thing. They are not suited for this. They just cannot come because it’s not their cup of tea.

Keeping in my mind, this limitation that every one of us can pursue only a subset of all the possible ‘cultivations’, I embark on this ‘trail period’ of mine to have a panoramic ‘peek’ of the world of art cinema, trying to nibble a few pieces of the so called elite to see if I can digest that.

Well, the next obvious question would be how do you go about? As I said, even though the way I got in to this was certainly, if not totally, influenced, I don't want the course of this journey to be impelled, at any rate. Treading this path is risky and at times, lengthy but certainly interesting and adventurous. I know the play ground is vast and pretty much tricky but I don’t mind a bruise or two to get a little seasoned. However, this adventure of mine must not be construed to being something like a blind man’s buff. I still need some assistance. But this would be pretty much limited to the ‘information gathering’ than anything else. I certainly don’t seek to replicate wisdom or actuate mental shadowing. I just want some inputs. That’s all. The rest, I’ll leave it for my mind to interpret (or not).

The first and the most important tool that I would require in this process is an understanding of the difference between the art and the commercial cinema. Well, the boundaries are a little blurred and at times, broken these days, thanks to the burgeoning popularity and the accompanying commercial success of the art cinema. For now, let’s put it this way. A commercial cinema is guilty of entertainment, primarily producing ‘popular genre’ films comprehensible for the masses, with the prime motive of profit making. On the other hand, an art movie is rather serious, non-commercial and an independently made film, usually for the elite and intellectual audience, with a rather obscure and thought provoking subject and taking.

Film scholar David Bordwell outlined the academic definition of "art film" in a 1979 article entitled The Art Cinema as a Mode of Film Practice, which contrasts art films against the mainstream films of classical Hollywood cinema. Mainstream Hollywood-style films use a clear narrative form to organize the film into a series of "...causally related events taking place in space and time," with every scene driving towards a goal. The plot for mainstream movies is driven by a well-defined protagonist, fleshed out with clear characters, and strengthened with "...question-and-answer logic, problem-solving routines, (and) deadline plot structures." The film is then tied together with fast pacing, musical soundtracks to cue (or 'spoon-feed') the appropriate audience emotions, and tight, seamless editing. Mainstream films tend to use a small palette of familiar, generic images, plots, verbal expressions, and archetypal "stock" characters.

In contrast, Bordwell states that "...the art cinema motivates its narrative by two principles: realism and authorial expressivity" Art films deviate from the mainstream, "classical" norms of filmmaking in that they typically deal with more episodic narrative structures with a "...loosening of the chain of cause and effect". As well, art films often deal with an inner drama that takes place in a characters psyche, such as psychological issues dealing with individual identity, transgressive sexual or social issues, moral dilemmas, or personal crises.

The protagonists in art films are often facing doubt, anomie or alienation, and the art film often depicts their internal dialogue of thoughts, dreams, and fantasies. In some art films, the director uses a depiction of absurd or seemingly meaningless actions to express a philosophical viewpoint such as existentialism.

So far, so good!!! Now, for the second step, i.e. choosing the director. This has been pretty easy for me. I know there are lot many great directors out there and so, in order to make my life easier and less random, I searched for an authoritative rating of the best art movie directors. Guardian came to my rescue. They have not only listed the 40 best contemporary directors and their works, but also gave the ratings based on various directorial qualities like Substance, Craft, Originality, Intelligence, etc . Wikipedia as well, listed out some of the famous art directors on its ‘Art Films’ page. Since both these lists overlap to a great extent, it’s a comfort for me ‘coz now, I don’t have to follow two different lists.

To start with, I’ve picked up David Lynch’s ‘The Elephant Man’. I wanted to start with ‘Mulholland Dr’ but I could not get a copy of it. Also, I chose to watch Krzysztof Kieslowski’s colors trilogy, to explore how best he tired to emulate the grandness of the three virtues symbolized by the three colors of the French flag, namely Blue, White and Red. I shall talk more about these films in my later posts.

For now, its movie time!!!

Luv

The Kiss!!!

Now, you people should excuse us for the lack of any cheer and delight in our posts. It usually happens that our bloggers come to work only when they feel hopelessly miserable and mentally wasted. They say its all to do with the pay but who cares? We publish their idiotic posts for free. That should be the biggest favor ever done to them.

Anyway, to make up for this dearth of 'amusement', our 'Reader Retention(?) Team' has decided to adapt (some people prefer the word 'stealing', which we strongly object) various funny/interesting/cheerful/lively (and all the related adjectives) posts from popular sites, even though that would clearly mean accepting the lack of any notable skills in our bloggers.

As a part of this 'out reach' program, we proudly present you the first post. Hope you people would enjoy this and please, please do return back. We promise to provide you with better entertainment. We might not be original but we strive to be popular (and No, we are not Microsoft!!)





Luv

PS : We are not in any way, endorsing the product(s)/service(s) referred to, in the posts. I'm sure even if we did, no one would consider us seriously. This is a very casual disclaimer, like one of those statutory warnings on the cigarette packs. People who buy them don't care and people who don't, won't bother)

Mental Eclipse!!!

how many times, how many times
should i carry this pain, that afflicted my heart from deep inside
should i try not thinking about something i would love to
should i act as if i'm really fine when i'm so far away from being anything close to it
should i stop those rush of tears, only to save myself from looking like an idiot
should i choose staring at vacant spaces and thin air to people and objects
should i heave out heavy breaths to subdue my fear and my anxiety
should i resist myself from leaving everything around me and start running to some place unknown
should i listen to those woeful lot of songs only to be more pathetic and hopeless
should i go around this world pretending that I still have faith in what's in store for me
should i spend those awful nights in bed doing nothing but brooding over everything that happened, both good and bad
should i keep looking for something that i very well know i would never find
should i keep worrying about losing something that i never had
should i keep tripping over every other block in the tunnel, searching for the light

how many times, how many times
there is something wrong; Either with me or with the world around me
why the heck this place doesn't seem to built for a person like me?
whose mistake is this? who should be blamed?
no trick works, no remedy applies, it seems rooted
or is it all illusion? is it just something delusive?
is it his creation or just my own assumption?


i don't know, i seriously don't know
i need the answers to these questions, to these troubled thoughts
i need some thing to happen; to keep my faith going
i need a hand that drives away all these fears, these stigmas surrounding me
i need a friendly chide that would bring me back to my normal senses
i need a shadow that would prove me that there, indeed, is light
i need a voice that sings in unison with that of mine
i need some comfort from the treacherous journeys of psychological trivia

i don't know what i wrote just now, neither do i intend to know
it's not a poem; neither is it, a prose; mental snapshots, if you would like to call so
i have these gravitative thoughts, growing high now and then, would go down low
trying to create some tides in the vast, otherwise still, futile pond of human intelligence
the shores have already given up the intention to meet the tides; they are sleeping
the moon needs to shine more brighter, they say in their dreams;
Luv

All the Road Running!!!

As everything has a beginning, so do they have an ending. Though, most of the times, the beginning is lost amidst of all the exhilaration and excitation and the brouhaha that would follow, the ending, quite contrary, is marked significantly and evidently. Probably, that’s one of the reasons why most of us hate the endings (of course, only those that had a memorable, if not good 'history'). I still remember how much i hated to see the words 'The End' in a movie. Be it a tragic, heart-aching or a totally depressing movie (well, in those days, watching a movie was a privilege...it didn't matter what genre it belonged to, as long as it was a movie) , I always preferred watching it to time infinitude than moving out of the theatre.

But the hard fact, though, is that the movie would end sometime and I would start feeling bad about it. For once, I would feel that my life is being taken away from me and that I would have to forcibly concur with some supreme destiny than that of my own (in here, its the theatre owner's will :)). With a heavy heart, I would move out of the theatre, reminiscing on all the wonderful movements I had, the fancy food (by fancy, i mean the samosas and the cola drinks. Yeah, it was supposed to be a luxury back then...'come on, now...you need an occasion to munch up on such delicacies) I had, the cozy little seat I sat, the string of unconnected and at times, stupid, non-graphic ads that rolled on during the interval, the smoke rings that would some how sneak in to the theatre from the hall way, chocking the 'family crowd' sitting next to the exit doors, the countless number of people busy moving in and out, at times, seemingly aimless and at times, real busy, the dim lights filling the hall, making it both darker and brighter at the same time, the sound of glass cola drink bottles rolling everywhere on the floor, the pretty face of the heroine, her curvaceous body and her lovely looks, the comedians and many more.


The empty roads on my way back home would make no sense to me. They would only make me feel sad and lonely. They always seemed to jeer at me for loosing something that I (thought) had once. Something that I got so involved, only to realize that it meant nothing now, whatsoever. I always hated when things were not what I wanted them to be. But as I soon realized, it is how life treated me; giving things, that I never thought I would have and then take them away from me so hard and so sudden that before I realized, I would be back at the same place again, back on the same road again, wondering what the hell has happened and how the heck did i end here again. Nothing in between seems real. They are just memories. This is when I started feeling that there is nothing real in the life, but for the black, long, unwinding road. No matter how hard I tried avoiding this stretch, I would somehow end up there; From what I wanted to be to what 'he' wants me to be.

The show’s packing up, i sit and I watch
The carnival leaving town
There’s no pretending that I’m not a fool
For riding around and around
- Mark Knopfler

Luv

PS : Adapted from the original text drafted on 24 Feb, 2007
Sgd/-
KRishna :)

Kentucky Fried Cruelty!!!

Al Gore in action!!!

The Fisher's Lovebird!!!

I walk the surface of this planet everyday
Hoping to find something valuable, pretty and gay

Something I can cherish for my entire life
Something that gives me pleasure and happiness in rife

Thinking about this, I was passing through the meadows one night
The moon was beaming with full radiance and bright

The cool breeze from the north, gently touching my skin
Disappeared in to the night taking away its invisible gleen

The tall cold mountain on the background played the detached witness
To many visitors like me who never bother to acknowledge it's aliveness

It seem to be busy gazing at the pole star,
Standing in the night sky, like a tall altar

The little stream of water, flowing through the rocks
Bouncing the moon light, it swept through the land blocks

Carefully I crossed it, trying not to disturb its course
Managing my movements around these rivulets, nice and terse

As I moved aimlessly in these plains, trying to figure out my course of action
Something from the far, racing anxiously towards me, caught my attention

She is a cute little fischer’s love bird, with orange cheeks, forehead and throat
She had grey feet and legs; Her green feathered wings flapped hard, just to stay afloat

She came near me and sat my on shoulder, pricking me with her little red beak
Probably seperated from some loved ones, alone she was, like me, sad and weak

I placed my finger near her face and she greeted me with gaiety
I played with her little shining forehead, admiring her beauty

I took her with me back to my place,
Gave her food, water and tied a beautiful satin lace

She was my darling; I loved her with my whole heart
Day and night, I took care of her right from the start

She would sing for me and dance as well a little
But I could see that the happiness in her heart was brittle

I never kept her restricted to any cage or cell
'Be as you wish, it’s your place', I would tell

One day, I went to the market, to get her some food
Leaving my window wide open, as I always would

As I came back home and started preparing her lunch
I heard another strange voice, in the hall from across the bench

I rushed out of the kitchen to make sure 'she' was fine
In there he was, another lovebird standing next to mine

I wanted to shoo this guy away, trying to protect her
Only to realize that amongst us three, it was I who was stranger

Probably an old lover of her, he whisked his beak through her furr
Making her realize all that she missed these days; how useless they were

He then swayed around swiftly and vanished out of the room
She turned to me, flew over my shoulder, and chirped in gloom

Now looking away from me, towards the window
She stared through it, watching her lover go

At once she bounced off my shoulder and up she rose
Meandered through the house a little and out she goes

Now I’m here, back to where I started, standing alone,
Thinking about her, looking the way she was gone

Cursing my self, I sat in the company of my shadow,
Brooding helplessly on why at all I entered that meadow

Life for some people is a string of choices
It’s a spread for them; a huge bed of beautiful roses

For others, it’s nothing more than a pain
Something that ties them down; a bloody chain

Little do these people have in their lives, to cherish
But for the memories and the sweet pains of anguish!!!


No: of times edited : 5 :)
Luv

The Bathtub Philosophy!!!

Life this is, very different from what it appeared
Change is the only constant thing, a wise man said

I have these moments, these glimpses that arise
Tyring hard to convey something I would never realize

"Solace is what you want now", something said,
"Its your tub!! you know that, don't you, kid??"

I turned the taps and filled it to the brim,
Its more than just water, its mystic and bedim

As I sat, little bubbles started raising to the surface,
Probably trying to shake a hand with those sunrays

Only some make it to the top while the rest disappear during the course
Its probably more due to the belief in survival that any other force

A new lesson learnt, a new thought began
The tub never repeats anything during its span

Its water never remains the same
Just as the lives we lead always change

Now i'm out of the tub, looking very pale
The moisture on the face turned a little ale

I started coughing and gasping for breath
Seems like oxygen in this world is in dearth

"Finally you are out", greeted my people
Little did they know how i hate their babble

Life outside the water feels so bad
It took away all the intellections that i had

Its full of people with no thoughts and direction
Those who follow the chore, both in sense and in action

When solitude is all that my mind yearns,
There's nothing desirable than my little pond of observance !!!


PS : This is my first poem. So, please...please...be a little kind in your critisisms...TIA :)
Luv

PS(PS): I wish I waited a couple of more days before I wrote this.

Neo-Socialism, anybody????

Besides my recent found interest in fiction, there is something that has been getting me quite occupied. Its nothing but the good old, "not-so-valid", "out-of-vogue", "remotely-existing" or rather, "almost-extinct" political functionalism called 'Marxism'.
Though I'm not an authority in Marxism, I’m not a total virgin in that area either. I did read some of the books written by Karl Marx and Fredrick Angels and most of the times, I hardly understood anything but constant call for the revival of the proletariat and the need for a united social revolution aimed against the bourgeois.
All these times, I just brushed them off thinking that in today's world of decreasing social divides and bourgeoning democracies, there is hardly any need of such demands. However, now i feel that I'm not totally right. Partly because I very well know that the last substantial opinion I had on socialism and its allied political systems was way far in the past, probably at an age when i was a little immature of making any informed views and partly because as against to my perception of decreasing social divides, today we could find the societies rifting apart wide and open, making the possibility of a social bridge between them all too impossible. I somehow feel that the each side has now become very self-centered and started looking at the other with a sense of suspicion and spite than mutual agreeableness and acceptance. Or is it something really age old? May be!!!

Well, as always, I don't have explicit examples to back up my views and what ever I said here are the interpretations of some personal observations and some pieces of information that I've picked up from various media.
I'm not, at the same time, suggesting a total change in the political structure nor am I hinting on the utter failure of the democracy. Something is missing. The rope has become too saggy somewhere, there by blocking the progress. Well, the basic reason for all this, as I see, is the lack of will power to bring about a change in the society, a deeply rooted habit of ignorance and indifference towards the society, the lack of a strong political commitment; the lack of a youthful vigor full of enthusiasm, confidence and selflessness.
Remember, this should not be taken for complaining. No, I'm not. I'm just trying to find some answers to some questions. That’s it. I need to think.
Luv

PS : I know this sounds incomplete and partly, vague. But these are just the raw, not-so-well connected thoughts. As I said, I need some more time to get something sensible out of this.

PS(PS) : Now, you guys must know that all this was due to the hangover from the movie 'The Motorcycle Diaries', which I watched yesterday, and from the lives of Che Guevara and Leon Trotsky that I've been reading a lot these days. Slowly, my interests in Marxism are being re-vitalized.

The Bloody Complexifier!!!

At times I realize how mighty dumb I'm. I just cannot express my thoughts to others without packing them in thick sheets of obscurity and frivolity, which, by the way, ruin the basic purpose behind my expressions. 'Intelligent', is what people think but I would prefer 'complicated moron'.
I think I have started mastering the art of complicating things just for nothing. A whole lengthy paragraph with words spewed over it like a splash of mud water covering the entire front of a white wall, but nothing. An unwinding thought, full of pre and post references to incidents both personal and global, but nothing. A long, complicated sentence consisting more number of prepositions and conjunctions than nouns and verbs but nothing. Lately, I've started feeling that my mind has stopped having any rationally formed thought. A central idea and many surrounding thoughts; before the central idea places itself firmly on my mind, the other thoughts just swoop in and start demanding attention. Call it attention to detail, I know only a pig would do that, my mind starts trying to place these thoughts in to the frame and miss over the central theme. So, at the end, you have a dog, you have a garden, you have a small bone in the mouth of the dog, the picturesque sunset, the thickly grown grass, the kissing couple on the next bench but where is 'She'????????? Sorry but ‘She’ has to wait. We are busy trying to place that stupid big useless lawn mower somewhere in here.

Hmmm.....such a waste...

Oh and btw, yes, i did not really convey the stuff I wanted to...in some other post, may be
Luv

The Vampire is back!!! Go get some blood, just in case ;)

never thought i would come here again...but yeah, thats how life's supposed to be, isn't...things that you think would never happen would keep knocking your door and those that you always wanted to (happen) diffuse in to the thin air, to disappear forever....
from the last time i posted, nothing much changed. I mean, I have certainly grown a few months older, went overseas, got a couple of MBA admits, changed jobs and also, (may be) danced a little :) but 'nothing much' has changed. I'm at the same place where I was and probably, this (frustration) pulled me back here...some place to blurt/cry/shout/swear at your troubles and get a little sympathy...
for those self professed idealists : yes, we are here to get a little consolation in our troubles, a little appreciation for our achievements, a little adivise for our problems and a little hug to make us feel good; basically, to carve out a little identity for ourselves in this vast and largely unconcerned world. But for these, the good old diary would suffice to journal our feelings.
Anyway, today, I'm gonna talk about a peculiar yet reccurring phenomenon with my life, which, if I have to put in a line, would look like this:
"Expectation always delays the outcome"
Well, how many times should I have said to myself these words but yet, i fall for the same temptation again and then, brood over the folly.
I very well know that I can neither prove this through a derivation nor through a random sampling over a considerable population but I can, for certain, vouch that I did realize this through a series of incidents, both big and small.
To give a simple example, I would get a call from a friend when I least expect it and literally never when I keep looking at the phone for every 10 mins, hoping that it would start ringing magically the moment I look at it.
To extend this concept, some of the best things that happened to me have been very random, totally un-awaited and remotely expected. My london trip, for example was one of the most memorable incidents that ever happened to me and I never planned that. It just happened. One thing followed the other and before I could realize (anything), I was in London already. Some of my friends would certainly tell how unprepared or shud I say, 'unorganized', I was (for those ppl who are unaware, I went to UK and Spain during last Oct).
I'm not sure how many of those ppl who read this have gone through a similar thing and if yes, please let me know 'coz I would love to know I have company.
In some unrelated news, the world is still almost spherical and london is 5.5 hours behind hyderabad :)
Luv