Serendipities

Silent Thoughts

2009-10-21T02:58:00.005+05:30

I want to tell you,

a story untold

Of a hope, a dream,

a desire I behold.

Of a tear-drop that knows not, whether to fall

or bid its time till a bigger sorrow calls.

Of the fear in the heart that the mind refuses to accept

the inner turmoil, making both inept.

Of the courage that i lack, to tell you I am weak

Of the wish that you would hold me,

You, the love that i seek.

Yet when I try,never find the correct words

Just silent thoughts, eager to be heard.

That Face......

2009-08-28T23:36:00.004+05:30

A face i saw, a face like none;
couldn't get my eyes off it, even as my legs went numb.
She sat there oblivious, sipping her drink;
I kept waiting for a glance, i dared not blink.
She joked, she laughed..a laugh without a care,
The countenance so pure, as if the heart laid bare.

Everything around had ceased to exist,
Just me and her, on a destined tryst.
Oh! what i wouldn't do, to be the one to make her smile,
To be the one to hold her hand, and walk mile after mile.

Lost in these thoughts, I let the beer slip from my hand,
the sound of it hitting the ground,brought me back from my dream-land.

While i was lost in, my reverie,
she had left
leaving behind a face
etched deep in my memory.

Early morning ramblings

2009-05-23T06:20:00.002+05:30

My wrist watch (a Piaget gifted recently to me by one of my aunts) shows 5.45 A.M. Am sitting in the balcony of my house, (the dawn is breaking, its early morn) and sipping my yet another failed attempt at making coffee, although this time i think i should have paid more attention to the date on the milk carton rather than the amount of coffee powder. And the reason am up so early? I was reading Prisoner of Birth (Jeffery Archer), which i finished by 5.15, then lolled around on the bed for half an hour hoping sleep would come, got tired of waiting, switched on the lap, put some music on, made (read tried) coffee, sat in the balcony, and then finally thought might as well write something down. So basically, i haven't slept all night (noting unusual there though).And now i have been staring at the screen for the past 5 min. , completely at loss as what to write. It's 8 min now. :P

As the moments pass by, i still sit and stare at the screen – completely devoid of thoughts or rather too full of them. Off late i have had difficulty in differentiating between the two. Suddenly my anti-virus notification pops-up, reminding me that my license has expired. All i have to do to get rid of this pop-up is click on "remind me later". And i can't help but wish even life was this simple.

Its 6.20A.M and still no sign of sleep (and am inclined to yet again blame this on the coffee). And since nothing seems to be in my head which i need penned down , i guess i will now go and catch a game or two of DOTA. And hope when i later return and read this post, am not inclined to delete it.

I want to be that kid again

2009-04-04T22:31:00.001+05:30

I want to be that kid again. The kid who used to run as if his legs were going to fall off if he slowed down even a bit. Who, when he fell down while running and bruised an arm or a leg or even broke a bone, could simply get up again, shrug it off with a few cries of “mummyyyy” and run again with the same enthusiasm. Now, when I fall, I either bruise my ego, my pride or break my heart. And I just don’t feel like getting up. Forget running again.

I want to be that kid again. The kid for whom laughter and smiling meant the same. Whose laugh and smile both reflected in his eyes. Now my laugh dies at my lips. And I don’t remember the last time I smiled.

I want to be that kid again. The kid who slept during the night, dreaming of the possibilities of the next day. Who looked forward getting up every morning to something new. Now I lie awake during nights, not waiting for the dawn to break, but for the night to end.

I want to be that kid again. I want to run, to laugh, to smile, to be happy again. I want to dream again. To look forward to something again. I want to live again.

................

2009-03-21T15:27:00.002+05:30

I sometimes sit back and wonder

wonder what this life is all about

One moment its blissful and happy

the next, filled with a thousand doubts.

Quantum Mechanics To The Rescue

2009-02-24T17:49:00.003+05:30

My college convocation is around the corner and for the past few days i had been debating with myself whether to attend it or not. Why debating?I mean its always nice to go back to your college, catch up with old friends, relive the memories and to top it all, formally be declared an engineer (as if it makes any difference though). But then i wanted to avoid running into certain people.Although there are a lot of people i really really want to meet( and yes it includes you too dumbsentis :P ), i wasn't sure that the joy of meeting these people would outweigh the unpleasantness of running into these other certain people.While i was still lost in my ambivalence,i chanced upon an article on Wikipedia and to my surprise, it was quantum mechanics which came to the rescue of my conundrum.

In 1935, Erwin Schrödinger designed a thought experiment to critique the Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics.The following is the jist of the experiment:
A cat is penned up in a steel chamber, along with the following device(which must be secured against direct interference by the cat) : in a Geiger Counter, there is a tiny bit of radioactive substance, so small, that perhaps in the course of the hour one of the atoms decays, but also, with equal probability, perhaps none; if it happens, the counter tube discharges and through a relay releases a hammer which shatters a small flask of hydrocyanic acid. If one has left this entire system to itself for an hour, one would say that the cat still lives if meanwhile no atom has decayed. The psi-function of the entire system would express this by having in it the living and dead cat (pardon the expression) mixed or smeared out in equal parts.
For more, click here

Now you all must be wondering what the fuck has this got to with the the problem i was facing, right!!Well you see, according to quantum mechanics, the cat in the box, left to itself, is simultaneously, alive and dead. Yet when we look into the box, we see the cat either alive or dead, and not a mixture of both. So similarly my trip will have both positive and negative outcomes if left to itself. Only when i make the trip will i know which one of them it actually is.
Am sure Schrödinger, while devising this experiment would have ever imagined that it would be put to such use :P.

PS:Am pretty sure that this Cat's gonna be alive after the trip,coz running into the other undesirable ones really does not matter anymore. :P

Best Friends

2009-02-16T18:10:00.002+05:30

Why is it that we always fall for our bestfriends?Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because they know exactly whats going on in our head?Or is it because they are there any day, any time, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love?
I think we love them because they are there when there's nothing in it for them, nothing except that smile they hope to see on your face.We love them because they love us for exactly who we are.We love them because this life just would not be the same without them.And we love them simply because we love loving them.

ANATHEMA

2009-02-04T01:45:00.002+05:30

Anathema. I don't know but for some reasons i have always loved this word. And i have always wondered how such a beautiful word could have just the opposite meaning. I mean how could someone ascribe so unsavoury a meaning to so poetic a word (exaggerating!! naah i don't think so.)? What was he/she thinking? This word could have so easily meant something positive, something sacred, something beautiful. No No..think of it. For example: "Aahh what an Anathema those eyes were! I wish i could keep looking into them forever" or "The Anathematic view from the top of the mountain took my breath away" or or "Beta, Anathema..How was our day at school today". I would have so loved to give my daughter this name (if and when i had one i.e.), but for some lunatic's whims and fancies (well to come to think of it, this whole thing might just be one of my whims and fancies, but then since its mine i guess i have the liberty to ignore it..:P).

So i did some research on the origin of this word and voila, it turns out i was right (or atleast partially).The word has Greek origins and it originally meant something lifted up as an offering to God, or in other words, something Sacred . But somehow later, with evolving meanings, it came to mean denounced, cursed, etc etc.(and here i thought evolving means tending to something better...) For more, click here.

But after learning this, i guess i don't really care what it means now. I was right about this word all along. Although i think i still can't name my daughter that.. L

And here's something before i end this post

"Its such an Anathema (read curse) that a word as Anathematic (read sacred) as Anathema should have evolved to acquire such an An/Un- Anathematic meaning."

What say eh!!!

Its Raining

2009-02-03T17:26:00.001+05:30

ensconced in the bed by the window-side sipping a steaming mug of hot cofee..... and listening to the rain splashing outside......harldy few other things enrapture one the way this does.....the serenity of it all seems so perfectly utopian.....theres this sense of some kind of inner joy, some kind of calmness being felt after a really long time...all the doubts, the fears, aspersions, all just seem to simply fade away and you just love everything about life at that moment....the verdure spread outside gives everything this pristine touch.....more like ''i feel like a new born''.
And you just simply sit back and wonder how can as inane a phenomena as water cycle make this world look so amazingly beautiful...even if only for a short while.........

2009-02-02T18:16:00.003+05:30

"In India you don't cast your vote, you vote your caste"
I read this quote in the book "Inspite of the Gods...The strange rise of modern India" by Edward Luce.
How very very true!

7 Pounds

2009-02-01T02:06:00.002+05:30

Just done watchin this movie...ironical that i should see this movie just after i had been through with my last post (happiness).why ironical??well for that you need to watch the movie. and watch you must because its a brilliant movie.

PS: Thats 3 brilliant movies in a row now.It started with Masoom, then The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and now this. Some one seems to be on a roll eh!! :P

Happiness

2009-01-31T13:33:00.004+05:30

Everyone everywhere seeks happiness, its true,

But finding it and keeping it seems difficult to do,

Difficult because we think happiness is found

Only in places where wealth and fame abound

And so we go on searching in places of pleasure

Seeking recognition and monetory treasure

Unaware that happiness is just a state of mind

Within the reach of everyone who takes time to be kind

For in making other's happy, we'll be happy too

For the happiness you give away, returns to shine on you.

For Source, click here

Far easier said than done, i say.

If happiness was just a state of mind, then we could all be happy all the time. All we need to this tell ourselves every morning we get up "Today i have decided to be happy and nothing can change that". Well it ain't as simple as that, is it now. And moreover, if we are happy all the time, wouldn't it just undermine the value of happiness?How would we know what happiness actually means when we have never realized the absense of it.So one needs to be sad sometimes to truly appreciate happiness (ain't a very happy thought i know... :P). A lot of people say "I am happy with all the little gifts this life has to offer." Well...whom are you kidding!!!

Aren't we as human beings always striving for something better. We always want more from life.Be it in terms of happiness, friends, money,love,comfort,etc etc.There never seems to be enough of any of these.The love you have for someone isn't enough for them. The amount of money you earn, the kind of job you have, the people around you....it's never fucking good enough, is it?
We set targets in our life. By the time am 21, i want this and this. By the time am 30, i should have all this.We sulk at life when we don't get what we want from it. And even if we get it, we want even more.
Other animals don't. I mean, take for example a dog. Its more than happy scratching it's head with it's paw, chasing it's own tail and eating whatever is offered to it.It doesn't strive for anything more.It doesn't even know what turning 21 means.
But we are a greedy species. "If this thing was a little different, it would be so perfect". "If only i could get that..oh how happy i would be". "How i wish i could have the life he has".We are always looking for things outside our everyday lives.We are always looking for that something extra which would complete our otherwise not-so-complete life.

Is there anything wrong in this, i ask?

Thoughts.....Fading away

2009-01-22T16:03:00.003+05:30

dew wets the freshly awoken leaves and the air around fills with melodious chirpings. sun's crimson knocks on my window, letting me know its dawn...thats when i realize i have been up all night. with the battle between impending sleep and insomnia still continuing, i try to focus back on my thoughts...the thoughts that have kept me up all night...the thoughts that have troubled me quite often lately. but it becomes difficult to concentrate now...probably dwelling on something continously over a period of time slakes one's ability to think.....then very slowly, sleep starts to creep in, bringing along with it a tranquility that is way too overwhelming....i feel the subdued insomnia finally give in.... the eye-lids now no longer amenable to being kept open droop down with a silent thud. i let my body relax and adjust the cushion below my head......but wait....what about those thoughts...what about that turmoil.....a few more minutes of contemplation....of digging deeper.....of thinking them over just one last time....of ending the turmoil once for all......
naaahhhh.......who cares...theres always the next night......

Morning Thoughts

2009-01-20T09:09:00.004+05:30

I have just gotten up from a deep slumber, and while still lying on the bed, these thoughts flashed through my mind....
I was chatting with one of my friends the other day and she told me this....
"you only realize the importance of certain things in your life after you lose them"
well in certain cases, its just the opposite. Like, i was so used to getting up every morning to something which at that time i felt was really important in my life. It's been a month now that i have been getting up without it and although i still feel the occasional pangs of it not being there anymore, i realized today that i had attached undue importance to it in my life.
Well now i gotta rush to office, but more on this when i come back.

Stupid things men do

2009-01-17T13:25:00.005+05:30

It was 5.30 in the morning. He tried to search for his phone on the bed, so that he could stop the "departed" soundtrack screeching out as his alarm. He looked out through his room's window, it was drizzling.He thought for a moment to chuck the plan of going to station, but then he had to be there to recieve her. The train wasnt expected till 8, but the bus leaving for staion left at 6 and if he missed that, he would not get another one till 8. He put on a T-shirt and kept an ironed shirt in the bag, into which he could change once he reached the station. Afterall, how would she hug him if he was bedraggled!No umbrella you see. The bus would have taken him till the station, but he got off a good 2-3 km before, there were no flower shops near the station.

He had been planning this for days. He would pick her up from the station, they would go for a breakfst buffet at the town's most upbeat restaurant, catch a movie or go shopping. In effect, just spend some time alone with each other before they met their other friends. They were meeting after 2 months afterall.

Flowers bought, he started walking towards the staion. He couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. If just the thought of meeting her made him so happy, what would happen when he actually did. He was already drenched from head to toe and was wondering if the restaurant would allow him to enter even after he changed into the shirt. By the time he walked upto the staion, it was already 7.30. He decided to call her up. She had asked him to wake her up half an hour before the train reached the station.It took two calls to do so. And what she told him, made him realize how very stupid he had been.

The train which was supposed to leave the starting station at around 10 p.m had not done so till 4 a.m.Why hadnt he called the railway enquiry before leaving. Why. Indian railways wasn't famous for no reasons! The excitement of meeting her had clouded his sensibilities.But then when had he been sensible ever in his life.

Ironies of life you see.

Dreams on Fire....Slumdog Millionnaire

2009-01-16T18:33:00.003+05:30

"You are my waking dream,You are all thats real to me
You are the magic in the world i see
You are the prayer i sing,You brought me to my knees
You are the faith that makes me believe

Dreams on fire, Higher and Higer
Passions burning, right on the pyre
Once for,Forever yours
In me, all your heart

Dreams on fire, Higher and Higer

You are my ocean waves,You are my thoughts each day
You are the laughter from childhood games
You are the spark of dawn, You are where i belong
You are the ache i feel in every song."

Am simply in love with this song. Have been listening to it on a trot for the past 8 hours.

Book Review

2009-01-16T12:36:00.002+05:30

Books read in the last 7 days
1. Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts
2. The Witch of Portebello by P. Coehlo
3. If God was a Banker by Ravi Subramaniam
4. Ofcourse I love you.....till i find someone else by Durjoy Dutta
5. Married but Avaialable by Abhijit Bhaduri
6. The Bancroft Strategy by Robert Ludlum
They are pretty much in the order i read them, and yes it was one after another....continuously. It was probably one of my longest reading sprees till now....you might be wondering just 6 books in a week and he’s calling it a reading spree...well my voraciousness for reading is a recent one. Not that i did not read earlier...a book or two a month was all i managed. So getting through with 6 books in a week is quite a feat for me.
I don’t think this post is exactly a book review. Another off late development, am not able to come up with apt titles for my post. This article has got more to do with helping me end my current ennui (am sitting in a train, travelling from Mumbai from Pune...after an exhausting but eventful day...a start i do want to write about, but prob. another time)

So let’s just begin by saying that all the books were of completely different genres, .....
This ain’t getting nowhere (nigger english you see)....I want to write but the ambience isn’t quite what i wanted it to be ...so am just going to sign off here itself and probably finish this off later.

That’s it from me....it’s still more than an hour to go before i reach home and am hoping my lappy battery lasts thru it....songs you see...no ipod yet!!(another of those things i plan on buying once i start saving money...)

Surrender

2008-12-29T01:48:00.003+05:30

Why? Why me? What did i do to deserve this? Why was i singaled out for this fate? How could this be happening to me?A lot of times in our life we are faced with such questions. Everytime fate sends us tumbling down a path we did not expect would come our way, we begin to question it. We begin to go into disbelief. We enter a mode of denail where statements like "this could not be happening to me" or " i did not deserve such a treatment," crowd the mind, blocking any sensible thought from entering it. Everytime we get hurt, by something or someone, we ask these questions. To whom?? To God (or any other power thereof), to fate, or simply to ourselves?And do we get any answers?

At times like these,we simply need to surrender, to let go, to accept things the way they stand. And trust me, it helps.
Iam not someone who believed in this. But then how long do you hold onto such questions? because there are no answers.
This was supposed to happen and could not have happened in any other way. Sounds highly cliched, but then most true things do.
There is no one to be blamed.Not even one's self.

And the moment you surrender, these questions disappear. Atleast they did for me. There's this tranquality which begins to set in and ummmm.... well you start getting sensible again. (which i hope am sounding!!).

I read a line once in a book "If fate doesnt make you laugh, then you just dont get the joke." Laugh it out dude. Thats all it deserves.

Serendipities: The Dirty Facets of the Indian Democracy

2008-12-15T19:52:00.000+05:30

Serendipities: The Dirty Facets of the Indian Democracy

The Dirty Facets of the Indian Democracy

2008-12-09T13:48:00.004+05:30

I have been intending to write this post for the past week but just couldn't squeeze in time. Just a few points

1.To Mr. Manmohan Singh: You are a very intelligent person and we believe in you. Don't let this belief down. Be a read Sardar. Stand up for once and lead this nation of billion instead of being yourself led by dirty politics.

2.To Mr. George Bush: You have been and will be the best example ever of "Power in a fool's hand is very dangerous". There's still time to correct this. Leave the oval respectfully. Get the fact straight that Islamabad is no one's ally. Enough damaged has been done and its time we rectified it. And unfortunately we need your help. Do what is right and not what is profitable.

3. To Mr. Raj Thakrey: You cant keep your stinking mouth shut if someone from your own country but from a different state comes to Maharashtra and apparently tries to take away Maharashtrian's job. But you seem to be completely unfazed by the fact that someone from outside this country comes and brutally murders people from the so called "your state". Not a word you have spoken about it. Its people like you who bring shame to this country.

4. To Mr. V.S. Achuthanandan : The house you say even a dog wont enter, did allow a pig to enter but had to chase it away because it stank. Just to make it clear (coz am pretty sure you wont be able to comprehend it with your pea brain), iam talking about you. That was the house of a martyr who laid down his life trying to save his countrymen. You should have entered his house barefoot because its nothing less than a temple.

Bhagwat Geeta rewritten (or rather re recited) for IT Professionals

2008-11-26T17:40:00.008+05:30

Simply hillarious. I specially like the part where it talks about the never ending nature of error. Its like "Error is Forever". And also the footer askin everyone to Hurry Home at 5.30.

I have been what we call "benching" for the past 3 months and it was kindoff getting frustrating. But reading this new "An IT Professionals Bhagwat Geeta", i seem to have calmed down and have no qualms about sitting on bench anymore. :-p.

Life's losings its direction

2008-11-17T06:48:00.001+05:30

I have just woken up from a deep slumber and am sitting in my gallery sipping a hot mug of coffee(which btw has not brewed the way i intended it to) and taking in the fresh morning air. Sipping the coffee, i cant stop wondering that even my life hasn't brewed the way i wanted it to. It just seems to be going nowhere. My job sucks, am away from the people close to me and i seem to have no idea what i want to do in future. And there's this sense of urgency that if i don't correct this right now, am going to be dissatisfied with life throughout. The search for that elusive thing, whose mere occurrence brings along with it a sense of pleasure still continues. Am still looking for something which i enjoy doing, something which am good at. I see people around me who are happy with the kind of mediocrity life has to offer and i wonder if ultimately even i will become one of them.I very strongly believe that we live just once and its very important to make this once worthwhile. Am not worried about the survival part, my parents have given me strong enough educational foothold that i can live my life very comfortably. What am worried about is being lost in this very crowd of people who want nothing more from life than a well paying job, a caring wife and loving children.

I understand that a lot of hard work goes into becoming someone, someone who stands away from the crowd. And am not averse to working hard. In fact it's something which i pine for. All i want is a definite direction (an understanding of which has to come from within). Everyday is a struggle to find that direction and i just hope this struggle ends before i lose my hunger.

Untitled (i cant think of a title for this post)

2008-11-08T05:26:00.001+05:30

Bombay Rains, Bombay Girls
A book by Anirban Bose

Well i just finished reading this book (the first book i have read in one sitting..... i just could not put it down).It was labeled as a Medical College's version of Five Point Someone, which i very strongly beg to differ.I found it way better.

Anyways, i didn't intend to write about the book. The reason i decided to write this blog (at 5.30 in the morning), was that while reading the book, a deluge of emotions rushed through me.I was taken back to my college days (an engg. college btw) and kind off relived all the ups and downs i went through during those 4 years.I made friends, very good friends.....lost some....made friends with the lost one's again eventually losing them yet again. Its been for quite a while now that i have been fighting the urge to let these emotions out, always reassuring myself that it would do no good.

But i guess am done now.I have seen so many different shades of friendships that sometimes it makes me doubt my own credentials(for want of some other more apt word) as a good friend.

Have i been the kind of friend i expect my friends to be? Have i been true to them, and true to myself? And the answer is yes.I would not say that i have not hurt people, some very close to me, by my actions, but then that has never been the intent of the same. I find it extremely hard to give explanations to people who matter to me because i assume they are the ones who know me best and if i still have to give them explanations about my actions, whats the point of them being close.

I know am simply rambling, but its kinda tough to stop it.I have been hated, loathed, abhorred for the things i haven't even done or even ever thought of doing.

But then this is what life is i guess.At the end of it all, i still have a few very close people, whom i cherish to the utmost, who love me unconditionally, despite all my pitfalls and who ,i know ,shall always stand by my side. I just hope i can give back to them all this and even more.

Part of the ocean...

2008-10-05T18:56:00.001+05:30

A small story i read in the book Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom (one of the best books i have read so far)

The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air- until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. "My God, this is terrible" the wave says. "Look whats going to happen to me !" Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, " Why do you look so sad?" The first wave says, " You don't understand! We are all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?" The second wave says, "No , you don't understand! You are not a wave, you are part of the ocean.

I do not believe that i fully grasp the meaning of this allegory, but from whatever i interpreted of it, it has had a humbling effect on me.

Being In Twenties Something *

2008-09-25T20:40:00.001+05:30

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself...

and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."

*[This article has been "inspired" (a euphemism for copied word to word) from an email i received. I just wanted it to be on my blog, so here it is......]

Different Gods...So Many Of Them

2008-09-17T15:49:00.001+05:30

OK, this is something which occurred to me while reading this book by Kiran Desai "The Inheritance of Loss". One of the characters in the book, Harish-Harry, is someone whose trying to live two lives at the same time (my interpretation....might differ from the author's). Trying to please two gods at the same time so that when the time comes of Knocking at Heaven's door, he's allowed to pass irrespective of the god whose assigned to evaluate him.(this conviction "of mine" is based on the fact that since there are so many gods, so many religions, each different god is assigned( through consensus of course) the role of the patriarch of a particular religion).
So i just started wondering, what if one has prayed, idolised one god all his lifetime and when he reaches those coveted doors, he finds someone else standing there waiting to evaluate him.Some one he didn't even know existed. What happens then?Will he be let through?

Well the guy had been plain stupid for having kept faith in just one god!! When the odds were so heavily stacked against him, what with so many of gods to please, he should have at least kept few more of them as his potential bets. He might have lived a very honest and virtuous life, but to what avail? The god he was so very much trying to appease, wasn't even there to welcome him to the heavens above.

So what should one do, to live a peaceful life up above, once he's done living the one here?He can either try and please as many gods as he possibly can thereby increasing his chances of meeting the right or desired god when the time comes. But in the course , losing his peace of mind. Or he can live his life on the following two principles:
(i) Stop living your life as a means to an end.Live it not to please someone but to please only yourself.
(ii) And who cares whether its heaven up there or hell.As long as you are here, make this your heaven.

The Resurrection

2008-09-14T20:08:00.000+05:30

The title may seem heavy, but that is what is happening..Although my initial blogging days did not last long, this time i plan to be much more committed and regular...And this time, its got to do more with the superfluousness of time than anything else.
So now sit back and enjoy coz the blogs now are gonna me much more interesting,and also ...please do visit my other blog as well..i.e. debaters-haven.blogspot.com and help me move beyond my first post there...

the agony of it all

2007-09-03T20:07:00.001+05:30

iam a very sour loser....i simply fail to accept defeat...who doesn't right.....but i just dont accept it graciously enough...i become bitter....that too losing at something am so egotistical about.....people might say how callow of me to make something so nonsensical ( for them ) my ego but then this is me.....and i hate losing it......
this is something about me which i have been trying to change for a very long time now.....i mean there are things much more important and much more sensible than this in life..right.... and after everything said and done, at the end of the day, it is, just a game......
but then i think why should i change...every one of us pride ourselves in something or the other, however small, however trite....and why shouldn't one....ofcourse as time passes, priorities change, egoes change, but there should always be a sense of pride in the small little gifts god gives us as our talents, keeping in mind never to get overwhelmed by them....

there was this line in the movie rockford...''dont recongnize failure''....heres my addition to it..''dont recognize failure, but whenever you do happen to meet it (which is gonnna happen quite often), dont budge out from saying hello and acknowledging it.''

the journey (17th july)

2007-07-18T04:08:00.001+05:30

The harsh sound of the train’s whistle wakes me up from my melancholy……the scene in front of me, obscured a few moments ago by overpowering ennui, starts to come back into focus…its 2.30 am and the place is still full of activity…tatanagar railway station…..that’s where am at the moment…desperately waiting for the dawn to break so that I can catch the ranchi bound bus…..(yup, its those parts of the world where travelling at night even today can be fraught with life threatening situations…)…and am back to doing what lately I have started to do quiet often…..penning down my thoughts…..but today even thoughts seem to elude me…..its just one of those days when the mind simply goes blank, shunning out anything and everything within the realms of contemplation…I look around in a hope to pick up something interesting……with so much going around, am bound to...… but my eyes come to rest on the imposing digital clock, the two dots in the middle blinking for eternity…..these are the moments when one realizes that time can actually come to a standstill…..

Its 3.30 am and this is all what I have managed to write down….with the laptop battery now running out and the drowsiness at its peak, i decide to let the mind wander in the blankness of it all…..maybe it will stumble onto something worthwhile......

An earnest request....

2007-07-06T21:40:00.000+05:30

This message has been created in public interest....all those visiting this blog(and specially for those even reading the posts) are earnestly requested to kindly click on the google ads being displayed adjacent to my postings.....whenever you click on the links, google pays some money (a few cents i guess) to college-going-students charity home (a non-profitable charity organization involved in d altruistic endeavor of supporting the poor college going students for their day to day needs .

On my way to becoming an Escribitionist.....

2007-07-05T20:23:00.000+05:30

well heres my first post on my very own blog......blog, as most people know it(or dont..) is a portmanteau of the words web and log....the blogging syndrome (for want of words) started way back in 1994 and in may 2007 blog search engine technorati was tracking more than 71 million blogs..whoa....(thats roughly the population of Egypt).....so much so for internet becoming a household name i say....neways enough trivia on blogging i guess....

now the reason i got caught onto this syndrome(n trust me it ain't the superfluousness of time or to put it in simpler terms joblessness...) was writing was something that had always eluded me....an art which always seemed to be cached somewhere beyond my scope of penetration....so i thought well lets hit the nail on the head....

and as far as the name is concerned..serendipities...i don't know but somehow this word has just etched itself in some deep region of my otherwise gaunt brains and inexorably resurfaces whenever am in search of a new word (novelty..ehhh).....and there it was again with never failing fidelity when i was searching for the header for my first ever blog page.....

and to end the first post i would like to quote (keeping with the description of the page)...."who was the first guy who looked at a cow and said i will drink whatever comes out of those things when i squeeze them".......get more inane i say!!!!!!