Interlude Of A Lifetime !!

A chaotic lifestyle often prevent us from saying out a lot of things out loud. Things are left unsaid, emotions suppressed and memories faded. Renaissance from the ashes of the life renders me at peace. All this years i was sure enough this is how my life gonna turn out to be, a loner who rots in hell all alone. A dream all along, an angel reliving me of my misery, kneeling down every night for it to be true.

 "I have known you my entire life", i said to the angel. "4 years of utter silence and yet so much left to say. Tried to hide it away. and if this dream tells the story of my miserable life, the entangled way i cant find a way out, would you burn it for me or hang it up for everyone to see", i said. "Amen",said the angel. Have been clinging to the word all this time. Finally i let it go. I let it go.
One day i see the angel crying, her halo broken and wings torn apart.
 With a dreaded voice and fear i ask her. My liberator was in pain, and she didn't say a word before. With a sense of utter disgust on myself i venture out to make things right. "I know having to go through all this your entire life has been really tough on you" i said. We fall down million of times in the journey, giving up and cutting short the quest is the path chosen by many. Bruised and scarred you continue your journey, i will make you. "If they hurt you, they hurt me too", i said. Shaken up and teary eyes she says, "Amen". The word that liberated me, will liberate you as well.

24 years of desolation, and here i am finally at a destination. Hadn't really thought would say this someday, all the pain and suffering was worth it, Cox it lead me to you. A shattered heart and broken dreams, was worth it. Cox it lead me to you. In the midst of all the mixed feelings we often tend to forget the ONE thing. The base of our foundation, the angelic leverage that guides us, think about us and care for us selflessly.

Story Of My Life !!

Bad experiences with people. They just leave a horrible bitter taste in our mouth. They breed distrust, anger, hesitance, sadness and caution. These are nothing but bricks and cement that inevitably lead to the construction of a fierce wall. A wall of defence so strong. There is no door, not even a window. We're so busy blocking out the negativity 

and protecting yourselves against harm, that we don't realise we're also very effectively blocking out the air, the 

sunshine, the view, not to mention, new visitors.

Let them in they say, let them be your comfort zone. What if that comfort zone become your only source of solace, 

what if you get devoted to the solace and out of no where you find yourself in No man's land. Standing all alone, 

pitying on yourself, reflecting on every cell of yours, as to where did you go wrong. You din't mean to be a reason of 

someone being uncomfortable around you, you just wanted the fellowship. Everything the poor soul respected, 

upheld, loved, cherished, and believed to be the truth comes shattering down in an instant. There is not much time gap 

between knowing something to be true and false. It takes just an instant to fall face down so hard, it takes you ages to 

stand up. Mustering courage, trying to believe something you know is a lie, trying to hope something when your heart 

knows you are gonna fall down again. Ignoring your instincts, letting your guard down you start over. In a fit to 

impress people to make them love you, you lose yourself to the oblivion. Fear of being left alone in a rush is 

heartbreaking, right. And then you are thrown right off your  feet again. WOW, feels great huh !!

Being missed dearly when you were'nt around, tops the list of ecstacy. When a friend of yours, drunk, calls you in the 

middle  of the night to tell you "Buddy i miss you". What was that word again, when you enter the room and silence 

takes over, and what the heck was that word again, when you realise that you were the reason for that. Feeling lonely 

sucks, but being the outcast, that other thinks being lonely is better than actually being in your company, rips you 

apart pieces by pieces.


Ultimate agony is when a complete stranger comes up to ask you, "you look sad, is everything alrite ?" and 

overwhelmed you want to pour your heart out, but instead says " Am fine, 

thank you ".

Story of my life !!!

Physics 101

2 years being on exile and coming back to fill in the gap, a comic writing seems to be a long way to go. You kinda develop an unhealthy relationship with WORDS. Anyways getting down to business.



Women proved themselves capable of excelling in every field.  They completed Herculean missions; scaled insurmountable heights.  But when it comes to Physics, they fail to grasp some basic physical laws.  They either don’t understand these laws or have utter disregard for them.  I believe a Physics 101 is in order.



Law of constant volume: The volume of an object is constant whichever way you bend it.  So the statement, “We can’t fit all the clothes if you just stuff them in the bag.  We need to fold the clothes properly” is not valid.



The law of uniform heat transference: It will take exactly the same amount of time for the wet towel to dry whether it is on the towel-hanger or on bed.



Law of non-magnetism of hands: Human hands do not act as magnets to bacteria, virus, germs and other vicious microbes.  Therefore, washing hands more than twice a day is utter waste of one’s valuable time.



Newton’s First Law: “Don’t throw the car keys in the sofa, you will lose them” contradicts Newton’s First Law.  The keys will continue to stay at rest on the sofa unless some restless force moves them.



Non-transitivity of physical objects: If person A touches an object and person B touches the same object, it is not equivalent to A and C touching and groping each other.  So it is perfectly alright to share a soap among a bunch of people.



Law of conservation of mass: Whichever way you squeeze the toothpaste tube, the amount of toothpaste in the tube does not reduce.



Law of opacity: Light does not travel through opaque objects.  Therefore, the state of disintegration of underwear is not visible to public through other opaque clothing.  So it is perfectly safe to use underwear until it is reduced to a few strands of threads.



Law of fixed boiling point under constant pressure: The gasoline in the gas-tank does not instantly evaporate as soon as the gas indicator lights up



Law of sound not being in visual spectrum: Eyes don’t have to be focused on the source of sound to hear the sound.  So when the eyes are looking at TV, ears can perfectly hear the sound coming out of somebody’s mouth.

Don't We All !!

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car. I had just come
from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to finish her lecture.
She had been invited to Stanford University to give a special lecture on "Future Energy Resource".


Coming my way from across the parking lot was a tramp .
From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no
money. There are times when you feel generous enough to donate money and yet there are other times that you just don't want to be bothered. This was one of those "don't
want to be bothered times" for me, i was thoroughly irritated by all the sun burn.


"I hope he doesn't ask me for any money," I thought.
He didn't.
He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn't look
like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.
After a few minutes he spoke.
"That's a very pretty car," he said.
He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him. His scraggly
blond beard keep more than his face warm.
I said, "thanks," and continued wiping off my car.


He sat there quietly as I worked. The expected plea for money never
came.
As the silence between us widened something inside said, "ask him if
he needs any help." I was sure that he would say "yes" but I held true
to the inner voice.
"Do you need any help?" I asked.
He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.
We often look for wisdom in great men and women. We expect it from
those of higher learning and accomplishments.


I expected nothing but an
outstretched grimy hand asking for money to eat, but instead he said the three words that shook me.
"Don't we all?" he said.


I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a beggar
in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge
shotgun.
"Don't we all?"
I needed help. Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I
needed help. I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus
fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day. Those
three little words still ring true. No matter how much you have, no matter
how much you have accomplished, you need help too. No matter how little you
have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or
a place to sleep, you can give help.


Even if it's just a compliment, you can give that.
You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.
They are waiting on you to give them what they don't have. A different
perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from
daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.
Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets. Maybe
he was more than that.


Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to minister to a soul too comfortable in themselves. Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a beggar, then said, "go minister to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help."
"Don't we all?"

Cosmic Conundrums and a loner !!!

When I had my first course in physics in class eighth, the first chapter talked of symmetry. It said, nature loves symmetry. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, for every particle, there is an antiparticle, for every matter there exists an antimatter. Be it a microscopic domain or a macroscopic domain, the rule is followed, sometimes obvious, oblivious the other times. Then there was another concept, the overall aim of science. Unification.

Unify thoughts, reason, phenomenon, spirit, mind, body, anything that happens to exist no matter how small, or how infinite. These thoughts have stayed with me since all the past years. I like them, the aim is really noble. People say that science does not believe in God, or the supernatural. I beg to differ. We, don’t reject the existence of anything or anyone. We still hope that we will find life somewhere extraterrestrial, rather than waiting for them to come and colonialize us. Similarly, we just want to see God, put him to experiment, study his Godliness and find the reason or the process, how it happens. Any other religion and science (Yes, I would consider science as a religion, a practice, a way of living) seek the same goals through different methods. They preach faith in a power unseen taking for granted that It exists, we practice reason and want to see that unseen.

To all those who say that it is beyond the scope of human to reach and understand the works of God, let us just put it up in their own words. God made his beloved human race in his own image. That can mean a lot of things. Yet, two points come to me at present. First, God loves us. And second that, since he made us in his own image, and yet sent us down here on earth, is for a reason. Out of some curiosity, He put in some defect while making us, so that we become humans, more humane humans than Gods. Maybe he fiddles with his curiosity like a huge experiment, to see the outcome of every possibility that can exist. He wants us, to rise, to overcome what defects and flaws we detect in us, to reason it out, and eventually find him.

Reason is what he wants us to seek, reason is what Science seeks. He wants Us to explain everything to ourselves, to find out what happens, how it happens, why it happens, even His works, His manifestations. Don’t seek the reasons in the work of God? Why? He made us in his own image, He wants to be like Him, He knows all the reasons, then why-shouldn’t-we-try-to-find-them. Is it not equivalent to a quest to find Him?
So here I am, to do my part. To seek, reason, through science, art, culture, literature, philosophy, music and every possible realm that I can grasp and try to find symmetry, the perfect poles the ying and yang.

Gimme Red !!!

Last night, I was sleeping when a mosquito sensing some action found its way beneath me and bit my bum. It was a very painful bite indeed. Out of rage, with one smack, I killed the mosquito.

Would M.Gandhi file a case against me for brutally murdering a mosquito ? Is there any lawyer out there who could bail me out if such a thing happens to me ? I also found out that the mosquito was a girl. She had nice curves indeed. I told this incident to a few friends of mine. Well not friends actually, i never considered them friends anyways.

This morning, the postman came and delivered a parcel to me. There was a small card on top of the parcel and it read " With love from X and Y". Well lets just call them X and Y, let them be anonymous for now. They will get hold of who exactly X and Y is though, so no harm done. I opened the parcel and when I saw the gift, I had tears in my eyes. Family like them really makes me feel so special. There was a letter attached along with the parcel. It read

Dear Handsome Sid,

We know that you had to undergo pain and struggle after murdering that
mosquito. Hence we are sending you a protective gear that you can wear on top of
your pants. Mosquitoes can never ever bite your bum again.
It was a pack of 7 red underwears. Now when ever I go out, I wear the underwear over my pants and calls myself the 7 LAYER SUPERMAN. I added the pictures of the underwear in this page. But I removed the pictures when X and Y pleaded with me to remove the pictures. They couldn't handle the limelite, especially X, Well Y is the cool one actually, X is a dumbo. She fell on my feet and cried. Hence I removed the pictures from the post. But if my readers are eager to see the underwear, do drop a mail to me. I will send a high-pixel version of the picture exclusively to your email-id.
Thank you guys. Family like you make me happy. Paris Hilton is searching for a BFF ( Best Friend Forever), so i intend to keep you a secret, and hence the anonymity.

Gandhi And Students !!!

1) Student Name : Siddharth. Occasion : Mock Press Competition.


Siddharth donned the role of Gandhiji . The Judges asked him, " Among the present day celebrities, who can you associate yourself with?"

Siddharth (Gandhi): I would associate myself with Salman Khan and Mallika Sherawat. All of us shed our clothes to reveal our belly buttons. I do it for our Desh (Nation). Salman does it for Aish (Power) and Mallika for Cash.






Trivia: Siddharth was eliminated in that round. And this is how this blog came into existance.




2) Student Name : Ravindra Jadeja. Occasion: Primary School History Examination


Teacher: Write a Note on Gandhi Jayanthi.

Ravindra Jadeja: Gandhi Was a Great Man, Jayanthi is a super Hot girl. Gandhi loved Jayanthi. One day he proposed to her. She said Yes. Then they got married. Their wedding day is celebrated all over the world as "Gandhi Jayanthi day".

Trivia : Ravindra Jadeja was sent out of the class. He picked up a cricket bat and became a cricketer



3) Student Name: Anand Jon. Occasion : Art class


Anand Jon was playing with two ten Rupee notes and suddenly the fashion designer in him, emerged out in art form.





Trivia : Anand Jon is now in prison on charges of Rape and Child molestation.

Fucked Up Epiphany

What feels more torturous, the one you love doesnt love you back, or when she question your love ?

The latter one seems more intimidating to miss. Man it hurts, it hurts like hell. The one person you trust the most, you felt free the most to share with, so sweetly ask you to take an exit. That is so not fair, notice should have been issued to have change yourself beforehand. Its rightly said that your mind understand you the most in this entire world. Well it doesnt ever misunderstand you. Its the heart that longs for someone to understand the pain, the agony inside it. Its the heart that cries out loud to someone to understand its silence. Understand the emotions swirling inside it, without being told about. Fucking heart, not only end up hurting others, but also end up shattering into pieces itself. From where do i bring a tape strong enough to paste the broken pieces to make a whole new heart. Love is a strange thing, it makes people do stuffs that they doesnt like a bit. But still its worth it, its worth every bit of getting killed slowly.

And here i promised to maintain a cool attitude. Now how do i restrict my idiotic thumping machine to keep things upto itself, to console itself when it needs one so dearly. To keep standing when it needs a shoulder to keep its head on. Seems funny actually to find yourself in such a fucked up situation, when you find yourself abandoned, when you had a hand always ready to catch your tears. I guess its just me and myself and I all over again. Now do i understand how it feels to be lonely, to be all alone. I feel so lonely, so desolute. Please come back honey !!.

So i would be logging on into, to pour out my hearts woe on a routine basis i guess. After all the anguish needs to be flushed somehow, let it be in form of writing then. This is to me, signing off to be back very soon.

Confabulation Debacle

SCENE 1: The clock shows 9.Newshour gets displayed on T.V. screens. Arnab Goswami's face appears.(30 million people across the country says "oh God! not again!" and switch off their tv sets.)

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Tonight at Newshour we are going to debate the common wealth games scam and joining us are our panel of ...........uhmmmm well !!...esteemed guests, Laloo Prasad Yadav, Mulayam Singh Yadav, Congress spokesperson Manish Tiwary, Shashi Tharoor and Suresh Kalmadi, the chairman of IOCL & CWG organising commitee. Let me start with you Kalmadiji. You are being held responsible for the cwg fiasco. What is your defense? What is your say on this issue.

SURESH KALMADI:(What will i say after digesting millions of bucks? let me do what every politician does on being cornerd).
I think there is Pakistan's hands in it.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Sir,how can you blame them?

SURESH KALMADI: If they can blame us for anything and everything happening in their country, from floods to match fixing to Zardari's common cold, why can't i?

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Let me move over to Mulayamji. What is your take on this whole issue?

MULAYAM SINGH YADAV: Angrezi nahi chalegi. Angrezi hatao desh bachaao !!!

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Sir, but the topic is CWG not english education.

MULAYAM SINGH YADAV: Angrezi nahi chalegi !!

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Sir, but...

MULAYAM SINGH YADAV: ANGREZZZZZZZI NAHIN CHHHAALLLEGIIIIIIIIII BOLL DIYE NAAAAAA... TO BOL DIYE...

somewhere amidst the noises
Manish Tiwary : Arnab i believe...(voice trailing off as nobody actually cares as to what he believes).

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Sir, let me rebut you.

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: Arre budbak. Hum kahe dete hain no slang, what is this re'BUTT',re'BUTT'? Tohaar ghar mein maa bahinn naahi hai kya??
And what CWG you are talking about. We want more salary otherwise consequences will be severe.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: (Literally crying out of frustration) For the last time the topic is CWG. now listen to me.

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: What listen to you. Till today i haven't listened to Rabri, Bihar's public, Railway workers or even Soniaji. I should have gone to ndtv's left,right & centre. Atleast Nidhi Razdan is hot.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Tharoor sir can we have your opinion on this issue.

SHASHI THAROOR: CWG today has become an arduous task, with rivulets flowing out from the squalor of filth. The onus lies on those whose tones are still stentorian. The denouement of this saga we still await.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: ?????

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: ??????

MULAYAM SINGH YADAV: ??????

MANISH TIWARY: ???????

After exactly 90 seconds of confusion !!!

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: E sasura abhi hame italian bhasa main gali diya ka ?

MANISH TIWARY: How do i know. Go ask your soniaji.

SHASHI THAROOR: I believe the time for penitence has passed long before.Things have got obfuscated & need to be emancipated from past's emasculation.The need of the hour is to avaler from cynicism and awaken ourselves to the tantamount task of creating an elixir for saving the games from a bad omen.

(17 different people bang their heads on their tables on hearing this.
17 being the total no of people who actually dared to watch Arnab Goswami's show)

Meanwhile with an "i give a fuck to whatever is happening over here" look Lalooji starts talking.

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: E sasura Throor ko kaise bhagayein e hanse. Ministry se bhaga ke toh kaam hua nahi.

MANISH TIWARY: I have an idea. Ban Twitter. He will die from heart attack .

LALOO PRASAD YADAV: By the way, Mulayamji why are you against angrezi. It is a means of developmentWA & progressWA .

MULAYAM SINGH YADAV: Aree humka nahi naa aati hai angrezi. Angrezi chalegi to hum kyaa ghantaa chal payungaa. Beda garat hui jaayegaa sasuraa.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Where the hell is Suresh Kalmadi?

TIMES NOW Crew Member : He ran away during the break. We tried to stop him, but then we were told that Suresh Kalmadi was actually Usain Bolt in make-up. Apparently Kalmadi had appointed him to impersonate him and answer people's questions and run away in sticky situations. That might probably be the reason why Usain Bolt is not attending Delhi CWG.

ARNAB GOSWAMI: Due to inexplicable circumstances we are wrapping up for today. Gentleman thanks for joining.

After the show a sad man is found talking to himself.
MANISH TIWARY: No one listens to me,not Soniaji not Pranabji ,Not Chidambaramji & not even that Deepak Courasia's english prototype. I am the most helpless guy in the congress afer Manmohan Singh. God save us both & if possible, the games.

Existence Extinguished

Have you ever experience how it feels like to be in unfathomable pain ?
How it feels when you have all the treasure and happiness in the world, but none to share with.
Physical pain is just a gateway to the miniscule superficial uneasiness of our body. Have you ever witness the ghastly unimaginable agony when the serenity of the mind is deeply disturbed. When the mind is in a state of total chaos, havoc being the chief parasite inhibiting the mind.
Physical pain seems midgetly uneasy. A piece of cake to handle, how critically unstable it feels to be in this godforsaken anguish.
There was a face, a part of my life i had never seen, nor did i ever wanted to see. But now that i came face to face with it, it tears me apart. Amazing how things work out, ironic it sounds to hear that my life turns a blind eye to my woes, to my sentiments. A broken heart, a teared down body and a bruised mind did it take me to grasp the actual meaning of avoiding someone.
Who gives a fuck when others avoid you, when others misunderstand you, but who do we go to if our life turns against us.
Astonishing it may sound, something to think about.
This is where i finish my venture, this is where i stop. And certainly this is where i cease !!!

Welcome to the museum- “The Kinder garten”

The honourable, greatness personified, the legendary Siddharth Panigrahi- My certificates state I was born in 1989. My parents however till date argue between each other in which year I was born. My birth was a matter of happiness to the whole of India and Australia, FYI i like Australia so it shares a joint venture with India for its happiness. Both the nations distributed sweets on the fruitful timing and date of my birth, therefore I call myself honorable.

I had a frequent habit of falling in love. My history of crushes goes long back when I had just entered school. There was a girl named "Roo" in kindergarten and her nose used to flood with a frequency of 0.6Hz, and I had a crush on her.

On one fine day she came upto me with her nose hidden behind her handkerchief and said, “Siddharth, I am leaving. Bye…”

The scene was extremely melodramatic. I did not go to school that day, and the day next to that. I decided to miss a day’s food in her honour. However, as soon as evening came by Chandrama entered my life. She was not as sweet as “Roo” however her chubbiness and cuteness gave competition to “Kavita”. Kavita was the bombshell of my Kindergarten school, and the fisrt girl of my life I shall call ‘Sexy’! The whole school fought to have lunch with her. She used to bring buttered bread in her lunch box, and the boys sitting around her used to bring chocolates for her everyday. She used to exchange her tiffin boxes with the admirers of her. As I always used to take half burnt rotis to school, I never dared to exchange my tiffin box with her, so I settled for Chandrama. She had no problems with my half burnt rotis. She never touched it though is a different matter altogether.

Time moved on, Chandrama and I came closer. We started sitting on the same seats in the school bus.

On another fine day on which Chandrama was absent on account of typhoid, Surabhi came and took the seat beside me. My heart started beating faster. I was too happy that day. She was the best friend of ‘Kavita’. My small mind played the first politics of my life. Our conversation went as such-

HH(His highness) Siddharth Panigrahi- “who all are your friends? Will you introduce me to them?”

Surabhi- “My friends are Purbita, Shruti, Shristi and Meher. I had fight with Kavita yesterday. I won’t talk to her ever. Yeah I will---”

By the time she completed the list I got up from my seat and took to my heels. I ran from the seat and went beside Kishore. The boy I believed to have come from Nigeria, taking into consideration that black colour was fairer then him, no offence wat so ever. I did not talk to Surabhi for upcoming three years.

Ultimately I was successful in dating (lunching) with Kavita. I had somehow convinced my mother to give me bread and chocolate that day. I wore washed and ironed dress, polished my shoes myself and TOOK A BATH on a rainy day. The palpitating beats of my heart were at an all time high. It was raining heavily that day, and most of the boys were absent. Chandrama was absent too. Probably her mother thought it better not to disturb her sleep. So on the fortunate day of 19th august, 1994 I dated my first sweet heart ‘Kavita’.

However, our relationship did not last long. On the next day I saw her eating with Kishore. I went up to him and broke his nose. His nose is still crooked.

With every blow I delivered I said, “How dare you eat with my girlfriend? Kutte, I will finish you off.”

It was good the Kavita chapter came to an end. After a few months she looked like-

Solicitude Repentance !!!

Its been a long day, surprising for me, even with a sitcom left to finish off. I had to get through the fruit of boredom. Anyways feeling lonely doesnt mean you are all alone in your room, not to mention i find some peace appreciated once in a while. But finding yourself totally alone in a group of people signifies your lonliness.

Its not that i dont miss my babies as in, not to mention i miss them even when they are with me, funny to say. But nontheless now that i find myself left alone with the hauntingly cherished memories for a few days. This epiphany of astray absence seems overwhelming to consume. I find myself lying down staring the ceiling fan for hours in the end. Some how the revolving blades seems astoundingly engrossing. Chocolate wrappers and dilapidated flowers collected over a period of 3 years with morale sentiments soothes this twisted heart beyond delineation.

Gargantuan physical egony seems immensely sweetened then this fuckingly demented heart ripping emotion. Ironically speaking if emotion be given a human form, could surpass the very existance of god. Missing someone feels so meticulously courteous at times, strengthens the love you have for the person. But then there are this different times, it debauche the heart in one swift moment. Making it breath takingly impossible to live.

This raconteur describes the past few days of my puny life. Amazing how human heart works, when in pain this son of a bitch seems to amplify even a diminutive incident, making it even worse to exist. I tried a lot to control myself yesterday, knowing it hurts my babies a lot to watch this side of my face. Knowing for the fact it disorganize them to watch me acting this way. I tried a lot to call back, call back and tell them how much i love them. Dialing and disconnecting the phone a million times seemed too overpowering. I tried, i tried a lot to talk with them habitually, just so that they wouldnt go to bed upset. In the end i gave away, completely broken down, drained out completely out of my life force.

I feel awfully abysmal, terribly abhorrent of myself to have left my babies alone. Ghastly remorseful, i owe an apology big time. Am so sorry honey, am so sorry. I love you, I love you more then anyone can ever love you !!!

Oration Of A Dream

After months of delay, the plethora of it was overwhelming to have delayed any further. Giving words to a dream is a tough job to do. Taking into consideration that dreams are very hard to remember, but nonetheess this particular one was a special consideration to have been ignored. Here is the deal.

There i was in a deserted village i have no recollection of ever to have been. Bui was with me, but there wasnt a soul in vicinity. I have no idea why out of all the places in the entire world. And since this being a dream and has no limit watsoever, the whole universe, anyways i have no idea why we were there. Then out of nowhere Bui recollects about us being there for a spiritual reason. Uncanny to think about it, what kind of spiritual awakening made us go there in the 1st place. Moving on, the fun part of this is that i know for sure there was a spiritual reason, but for that matter doesnt remember what it is. The fun part being that the spiritual reason was the base of the entire dream. So after having done the mysterious deed, out of no where people swoop in on us commenting on things again i doesnt have any recollection of.

Bui totally flabergasted on the comment part starts crying, ( man i was already having a hard time remembering stuff, but now even she had to cry for a silly reason), anyways its been a minute she starts cryin, out of thin air like an apparition Nini appariates in. Both of us sandwiching Bui, comforting her all along get back home.

After i drop them off, i come back home and text her not to be sad,and that people take it to be there job to criticise for every other reason, and that it was for a good reason we were there. Now here is the comic relief, having been texted her in my dreams, i have no idea how i actually texted her in my sleep the exact same message i did back there. Consider my dismayed astoundness when Bui calls me up in the morning asking me about my dream. Man, my dream was powerful, it was conveyed to her via bluetooth huh !!!.

These was a delusional speculation that couldnt have been more appealing to have been ignored. Well the avail ascendancy of having an own blog is that you can blabber around literally anything you want without been penalised for it. After all its a free world out there !!!

Angels And Demons !!!

“God knows what the world will think” So wrote Charles Darwin as he thought about the impact of his “Origin Of Species”. In one respect it did not matter because his goal had been to convince naturalists that there was an alternative to separate creation, completely different as one depicted in The Genesis and other religious scriptures worldwide. But in other respects it mattered profoundly because, as he once put it, to admit the mutability of species was like confessing a murder. It also mattered because his own wife was a member of that public whose religious sensibilities might be deeply wounded. So a question arises ?
How should scientists respond to religious believers whose concerns may be very different from their own, even to the point of constituting a threat? Whether they ignore them, engage them, or seek to transcend them with an alternative spirituality, are there no easy answers ?

Is it not possible that in our search for some basic reality, we humans may discover that although religion and science have always seemed to be in different places, the conclusion they will ultimately reach will be the same thing

What is God?

What is Energy?

What is Spirit?

What is Universal Consciousness?

What is Singular?

What is Unilateral?



Someone has rightly said, “God is not different from the order that exists in the universe”.Aligning our thoughts along this line, we may doubt the commonly held view that Science and Religion are entirely different and exist at the opposite ends of a spectrum. But , Science is based on observation. Religion on the other hand makes arguments analytical in nature and requires some unquestioned faith. In spite of leading us through somewhat different paths, both try to find the basic stuff. The goal thus in both cases is to determine the constituents of what form the reality. The routes though may not seem similar.

Eastern religions like Hinduism and Buddhism believe that that the world is entrapped in terms of movement , flow and change and so does particle physics which describes the sub atomic world at the quantom level as a total chaos , where nothing (quarks , mesons and neutrinos) are ever at rest . Though vague , this exmple does settle in an analogy between the quests of science and religion .

The next question that comes is that what is the thing that we are after? What constitutes this reality that we all are in pursuit of? A scientist might call this as the order in the universe or the Energy, which is diffused in the world we live in. Religions like to call this ultimate reality as God. The order that the scientists describe implies a mind working behind it. This entity capable of setting an order in the universe is nothing but what religion defines as God. Science and Religion then appear to be tied up like two versions of the same notion. God, I feel, is the ultimate quest for which both these allegedly opposite views are after.

God’s physical form is not visible to us. But his existence could be argued using scientific and rational arguments based on the observation of what goes around us. For instance when we throw coins on a table, this coins apparently stop and arrange themselves on the table. What made the coins to arrange? Maybe it was by the virtue of Newton’s Laws. But then again this order as proposed by Science implies an order setter. Another example is found in the Nature and its mechanisms. This machine which we call Nature, implies an operator . In short He and His working are beyond our understanding. We might label his qualities with terms like wisdom, knowledge, mercy and power. Not only this, we do not have the faintest idea of His physical presence or form. We humans then are in no situation to understand this all-powerful entity who is full of mystery. In such a situation, we have no other choice but to accept this incomplete meaning of God and have faith in his ways, have faith in what the religion teaches. In short , the religion explains what mathematical equations and scientific theories fail to explain .

It is not difficult to understand that today is an era of science, the scientific growth is exponential . Man took more than two millennia to learn to fly and then in less than half a century he flew to outer space. Man’s intellect is growing far more than his morality. Today we measure scientific growth in weeks and gradually the religion is left behind and people find themselves in a spiritual void .

Today it seems , Science is the ultimate God. Who is the God who offers his people power but no moral framework to tell us how to use that power? What
kind of God gives a child fire but does not warn the child of its dangers?
The language of science comes with no signposts about good and bad.
Science textbooks tell us how to create a nuclear reaction, and yet they
contain no chapter asking us if it is a good or a bad idea. We clone living creatures, but it is the religion reminding us to consider the moral implications of
our actions. We encourage people to interact on cellular phones, video screens,
and computers, but it is the religion who opens its doors and reminds us to
commune in person as we were meant to do. We even murder unborn
babies in the name of research that will save lives. Again, it is the religion
who points out the fallacy of this reasoning. Science may have alleviated the miseries of disease and drudgery and provided an array of gadgetry for our entertainment and convenience, but it has left us in a world without wonder. Our sunsets and sunrises have been reduced to wavelengths and frequencies. The complexities of the universe have been shredded into mathematical equations. Universe apart, the concept of multiverse is in talk now, imagine parallel universe others then ours, "TOTAL CHAOS". Even our self-worth as human beings has been destroyed. Science proclaims that Planet Earth and its inhabitants are a meaningless speck in the grand scheme. "A COSMIC ACCIDENT" i say. The scientific community says that religion is ignorant toward the relentless march of human progress, but who is more ignorant, a person who cannot explain lightening or a person who does not respect it’s tremendous power. The power to annihilate in a zippy.

But world cannot exist without the progress of Science. Medicine, electronic communications, space travel, genetic manipulation. These are the miracles about which we now talk about. These are the miracles we herald as proof that science will bring us the answers. The ancient stories of immaculate conceptions, burning bushes, and parting seas are no longer relevant. God has become obsolete. It is because of Science that we now lead a longer life, it is because of science that now we can communicate with across seas, it is because of science that we can manipulate human genetic arrangement to produce an even better species. In near future, who knows we, the human race well might be surviving on some other planet.

So, what is flawed ? Science or Religion ? the answer is none . Religion is flawed because man is flawed, Science is flawed because man is flawed. Today the world we see, is in need of both Science and Religion. Our existence can not depend upon mathematical equations and theories postulated on basis of carefully collected data , nor can we survive without the advance on science and just on blind faith.

So, who wins the debate, who wins the war. Science or Religion ? scholars, scientists and priests throughout the period of time have debated on this topic, but the outcome, none. Today to some extent Science does reinforce Religion. According to Bible, God said “Let there be light” and the universe was created out of light. Today in laboratories we have proved the reverse, we have annihilated mass, opposing charges together to produce photons, the light particles, purest form of energies, reinforcing the Christian theory about “The Moment Of Creation”. Almost every religion teaches that it is the God who unites us all, and if someday in near future, the much famous Unified Field Theory, is approved then it will rationally and scientifically prove the existing of a universal force, a universal entity which relates and binds every other thing in this vast infinite world and beyond.

The naming for this debate to be " ANGELS AND DEMONS" goes way back 10 years ago, when Dan Brown wrote the book by the same name, the ultimate war between science and religion, that has been on, way before we realise. On a personal satisfaction, this piece of writing is by far the most intellectual and spiritual on my part.

So, what do we conclude ? Science and Religion are just two different languages saying the same statement, two different paths leading to the same final destination, two different modus operandi to achieve the final goal. And the world is in need of both.

IT

Cowering beneath the bed, terrified of making a sound, she shuddered as the bed above her begins creaking rhythmically. The carpets under the bed hadn’t been cleaned for a very long time and all the dust and dirt was taking its toll on her. Desperately trying not to sneeze or make any noise whatsoever, she tried diverting her mind to something else…her crush…depressing in these testing times…makeup and dolls, yes just the two things that made her stronger and divert her attention, but she knew it was only a matter of time that he would enter the room as she could hear the footsteps drawing nearer and louder.

It had a feeling that it heard a noise from this room, opening the door slowly so as to make no noise; it entered, surveying the room carefully. This had to be the master bedroom of this awfully huge house. Something told it that there just had to be someone in this room. Shutting the door slowly, it wondered as to where to start from…the bathroom? The cupboards? The storeroom or the balcony. It decided upon the cupboards as it was closest. Slowly and cautiously it proceeded forward trying its best not to make a noise.

Her eyes followed its feet making a move towards the cupboards. She felt like running out and getting it over with. Hang in there she thought, it’s only a matter of time before this misery ends.

It reached for the two cupboard knobs, taking a deep breath it pulled the doors open and moved back a couple of steps. To its utter dismay there was nobody inside. Its next target was the bathroom right beside the bed. Moving forward, its eyes were fixed upon the bed and almost instantly it dropped to its knees and looked under the bed. Her innocent eyes were looking back and with a smirk he whispered, “TAG, YOUR IT”.

Springing to his feet he started shouting “New Seeker, New Seeker” and slowly the other kids poured into the room, ecstatic that they weren’t caught. She slowly appeared from under the bed, only to be welcomed by her friends laughing at her. Visibly upset, she knew that their laughs would be short lived as it was her turn to instill fear on her friends, after all she was the now “The Seeker”.

Remember the days when we were young, remember the days when the littlest of things would be the biggest thrills of our lives. Let’s dig deep, let’s recall the small things that meant a lot to us. Let’s not forget the innocent, adventurous child we once were and who we all are deep inside !!!

Christmas With A Bang !!!

There has been a a criticism of Christmas celebrations are becoming highly materialistic in nature and the true meaning of Christmas is lost. There is only exchange of gift rather the warmth of compassion, sending of cards perfunctorily rather than out of love, hosting Christmas parties instead of reaching out the hands of help to the unprivileged ones. I just read few stories in GatewaytoJesus which is actually not a story but first hand accounts of some people who realized that there are angels on this earth. One of the story is about a mother of six who had been a state of misery and poverty and has to go through much difficulties to earn the livelihood. Christmas was just round the corner and the mother had almost no money to buy gifts for the children. She managed to arrange some old toys which she painted and decided to give the children as Christmas gifts. Miraculously on the night of Christmas Eve, while returning home from her work, she found her car loaded with Christmas presents, food and clothes for her family! Indeed, there are angels beside us who take care of us but we don't see them all the time.


A PRAYER OF THANKS

Heavenly Father, thank you for sending your Son to earth as a baby so many years ago. Thank you that He paid the punishment for my sins by dying on the cross. And thank you that He rose again to prove that death was truly defeated. I place my trust in You to be my Savior. Guide me through the dark times of my life and give me courage to live for You.
Amen !!!

Antarctica: - Merry Christmas, Felices Pasquas, Hristos Razdajetsja
Argentina: - Feliz Navidad!
Australia: - Happy Christmas
Austria: - Frohe Weihnachten

Bangladesh: - Shuvo Baro Din
Barbados: - Merry Christmas
Belarus: - Winshuyu sa Svyatkami
Belgium: - Zalig Kerstfeest
Brazil: - Feliz Natal
Chile: - Feliz Navidad China Sheng Tan Kuai Loh

Colombia: - Feliz Navidad para todos

Chile: - Feliz Navidad China Sheng Tan Kuai Loh
Croatia: - Sretan Bozic
Cuba: - Feliz Navidad
Cyprus: - Eftihismena Christougenna, Noeliniz kutlu olsun ve yeni yili
Czech Republic: - Vesele Vanoce

Democratic People's Republic of Korea: - Sung Tan Chuk Ha
Denmark: - Glaedelig Jul

Egypt: - Mboni Chrismen
El Salvador: - Feliz Navidad

Fiji: - Merry Christmas
Finland: - Hauskaa Joulua
France: - Joyeux Noel

Guatemala: - Feliz Navidad
Guinea: - Joyeux Noel
Guinea-bissau: - Boas Festas
Guyana: - Merry Christmas

Ireland: - Nollaig Shona dhuit
Israel: - Mo'adim Lesimkha
Italy: - Buon Natale

Mexico: - Feliz Navidad
Monaco: - Joyeux Noel
Montserrat: - Merry Christmas
Morocco: - Mboni Chrismen
Mozambique: - Boas Festas

Netherlands: - Prettige Kerstdagen
Norway: - Gledelig Jul

Oman: - Mboni Chrismen

Pakistan: - Bara Din Mubarrak Ho
Palau: - Merry Christmas
Panama: - Feliz Navidad
Polish WESOŁYCH ŚWIĄT

Tunisia: - Mboni Chrismen
Turkey: - Mutlu Noeller
Turks and Caicos Islands: - Happy Christmas

Tamil(Indian) Christmas vazhthukkal

Zambia: - Happy Christmas
Zimbabwe: - Happy Christmas

This are a list of HAPPY CHRISTMAS in different languages, on this eve of christmas, i write this as a resort to bless all my family and friends. May god bless them all. Wishing you all a merry christmas !!!
May the stars watch upon you all, AMEN !!!

PENDOWN, a new form of Satyagraha or mockery?

DISCLAIMER: Every thought and words penned down here are a result of our observations and the words have been contemplated, well framed not to break decency, and keeping the truth in consideration. So any wounded egos is not our fault, it is their own!

STATUARY DEFINITIONS:
PENDOWN (student’s version)-A great and cool act done by ‘We the Students’ as a sign of unity, in which the students universally refuse to budge their pen in the examination hall.

Reasons:-a thousand, yet the most prominent are, seniors did it, other batch mates did it, we shouldn’t lag behind.

PENDOWN (teacher’s version) - A disgusting act of unity shown by students to undermine my authority in class by the unanimous boycotting of examination.

PENDOWN (true version) - We bloody shitpots, the students, don’t study and when we see the snow avalanching on us we try to run hither and thither.

We had our internal exams from the follow up day of the gorgeous Valentine day up to the 16th of February. As the joke runs, “in how many days can you complete a 500 pages book? Doctor, an year, Accountant replies a month, lawyer a week and an engineer asks- when are the papers?” we proved to the joke, and played fine. However a new plan surfaced, designed to face these internals this time. Plan codenamed: PENDOWN.

The history of PENDOWN, I don’t know but can surely guess, runs long. Our seniors in this internals did this so called great act in three of their five papers. Our juniors did it on 16th of February, and this hurt our ego. Our seniors did it, our juniors did it and we losers come out of a barrel of nipples sucking our thumbs! This was unbearable to us, so plan PENDOWN was executed today!

ORIGIN OF PENDOWN IN A CLASS: Usually the vortex of a pen-down in class originates from a single individual’s brain. The single individual boasts in front of his/her friends about a paper boycott put of sheer fun and the friends think the idea is cool and rather achievable.

PROCESS: Phone calls to the revelers are made. Revelers of the class (generally who on account of their screwed up habit of reveling in vodka and porn turn out to be bottom liners) get joy-ed at the mere mention of a new type of revelry, and start convincing the whole class about a PENDOWN.

RESULT: Goal is achieved. PENDOWN is successful! Cheers….

CRITICAL APPRECIATION: An old adage in Hindi goes as, “whether the knife falls on the melon or the melon on the knife, it is always the melon that bears the onslaught.”
So whether it is the mistake of the teacher or the student, it is the students who are at losing and receiving ends.

PENDOWN a modern form of Satyagraha followed by students has lost its true meaning under the utter corruption of mankind. Students have made it a status symbol. Others did it, we must also do it.

Ultimately who is at loss? Who suffers?

WE. The teacher has not lost anything. He won’t mind putting a zero to 60 odd bastards. No one can remove him from his job, no one can stop his promotion scheduled for once every five years. Ultimately, a request to every reader, before taking any step, think about the consequences(negative ones first) and the aftermath. Always remember the story of the shepherd who used to shout “wolf, wolf” whenever he used to get bored and the day when the real wolf turned up and he called up for help no one turned up, thinking him to be a prankster.

The underground constipation versus the overhead overflow

One of the pluses of growing up in a city is that you become adept at English. In most cases, kids in school and through college end up picking on at least one other language besides English and their own mother tongue. The educated section of the western world usually holds the Asian population in regard since most Asians can speak at least 2 languages fluently. Many Asians might speak up to 4 languages. As you know, we don’t think it’s a big deal to bump into someone who can handle four languages in India. But to the rest of the world it’s a colossal mark of mass intelligence of a certain geographical pocket; almost like Russians are good at physics, or Koreans are good at math or any of that. It was out of such a train of thought that several jokes emerged, the least of which being: “What do you call a person who speaks many languages? Answer: Multi-linguist. What do you call a person who speaks two languages? Answer: Bi-linguist. And what do you call a person who speaks one language? Answer: American.(well, British and Australian too!)”

Besides the blip-on-the-radar jokes about the English language, there’s no getting away from the fact that English is really what makes life, business, politics, restaurant menus and everything else in between easier to fathom. Yet, in some strange way, there is a big portion of the Indian population that seems to think that it can somehow remain divorced from the Victorian Language. Now we both understand that trying to change someone who isn’t willing to change is like dancing with someone who isn’t willing to dance. It’s called wrestling.

I haven’t tried the English lessons on Tata Sky, but I can say from here that probably the easiest way to get good at English is to first start by being bad at it. That is, I’m assuming, you haven’t been used to speaking it from the days of your kindergarten. Common self-help techniques to learn English that people resort to can be put in two boxes:

THE UNDERGROUND CONSTIPATION: Don’t let the word constipation mislead you into thinking that somehow this one method is bad. This technique usually encompasses reading lots of books and working away at Wrens, Martins and Norman Lewis. It is very important, but this method entails learning the language in isolation. While this might help you say words like ‘incorrigible’ and ‘preposterous’, there is no way you’ll be able to marry the knowledge with the comprehension and its use in day-to-day speech. English really isn’t about saying big words. Another way that makes into the list is the art of writing, to jot down every single thing that comes into your mind. Writing does'nt always necessarily means to write perfectly , but to write in an imperfect way leading to the perfect expression.

THE OVERHEAD OVERFLOW: This is the playground where the real learning happens, and yet most English speaking aspirants never step into it. It is that space where you communicate and talk and exchange information with people who speak better English than we do. The law of physics never falters and a certain degree of osmosis happens between the people exchanging ideas. Over a period of time, hanging around with the eagles actually helps us soar higher than we could have if we continued pecking with the hens.

I write this not as a master of the language, but certainly as a long term student. The words lucid and pragmatic have been giving me a tough time off late. So, if we can somehow find that balance between the underground constipation and the overhead overflow, our ability to communicate in English would be up several notches.

Super Kapoor !!!

“The world is safe once again! Thanks to ......” Sounds familiar? The world we live in has been saved innumerable times by a wide variety of superheroes such as Batman, Superman, Spiderman and other interesting characters. These heroes have been successful in protecting us from villains whose sole motive is to either take over the earth or destroy it (only god knows why!). These heroes have however managed to entertain millions of kids in India and billions abroad!

To cater to the needs of 40 something year old ladies, Ekta Kapoor popped right out from nowhere. With her stereotype daughter- mother-in-law quarrels, one actually wonders how people still keep watching her soaps. History repeats itself, more and more soaps are screened and loyal viewers can be seen sitting glued on to their TV sets.

To the oblivious, let me fill you up, people who does'nt watch soaps, please stay the hell out of this blog. This piece of writing has been advertently presented for those group of people, who are psyched about daily soaps. The esteemed group of people that so gratifiedly makes into the list includes, my dad ans ma off course, and to support them my entire family for that matter joins in too. Congrats Bui, Nini and i have no idea if Rani is a soap freak, but nontheless i take the liberty to join her too, anyways congrats to have been given the respect and honour you so dearly deserved !!
Let us imagine that by some bizarre twist of fate (god forbid!) that Ekta Kapoor decides to make use of these superheroes in her soaps so that it appeals to a larger majority of people !!!


Main Characters:

Batman: The Head of the family

Batgirl: Mother (looks 20ish in spite of the fact that her son is 40yrs old)

Superman: Son

Wonderwoman: Daughter-in-law and Superman's wife



The episodes would proceed as follows:


Episode 1:

(Title song for 3 mins!)

(Commercial break for 2 mins).

The stage is set. The episode begins and a humongous house (fit for a king) is shown. The rooms are so lavishly and expensively furnished that even the owners of the five star hotels would turn green with envy. A joint family is shown with Batman and Batgirl getting up from their bed dressed as if they have been to a party (Batgirl is still wearing expensive clothes and jewellery!). In another room far far away, Superman gets up, looks around, is not able to find Wonderwoman, and gets angry for some reason. Meanwhile Wonderwoman can be seen cooking in the kitchen.

A telepathic conversation takes place:

Superman: Wonderwoman.....Are you there?

Wonderwoman: Yes dear....Go on.

Superman: Where is my electric red underwear? I have to save the world from vile villains. (In a thunderous voice)


(A commercial break for 2 mins)

(A recap of the conversation that took place before the interval)

Wonderwoman: I am sorry dear. I have given it for dry washing.

Superman: What?


End of episode 1.

Title song for 2 mins!


Episode 2:

(Recap of episode 1)

Superman flies into the kitchen with god like speed, looks at Wonderwoman and zaps her using his laser vision. A harassed Wonderwoman takes out her lasso and starts whipping it at Superman. Hearing all the commotion, Batgirl rushes into the room, sizes up the situation and blames her daughter-in-law for everything that happened. Wonderwoman bursts out sobbing.


Episodes 3, 4, 5, 6: Wonderwoman still sobbing! New characters such as Green Goblin, Flash Gordan etc are introduced who try to console her, but all in vain!


Episode 7: The red underwear has been brought back from the dry wash. Seeing the underwear, an argument again surfaces. Batgirl gets angry again and a fight breaks out between Batgirl and Wonderwoman. The fight aggravates to such an extent that Batgirl slaps Wonderwoman. Wonderwoman storms out of the house and swears that she will never set a foot in the house ever again! She decides to go to her mother’s home.


Episodes 8, 9, 10, 11: Superman is angry with Batgirl for sending Wonderwoman home. Batgirl and Batman both try to justify why the course of action adopted by them is best for the entire family.


Episode 12: Family hears that en route to her mother’s home, Wonderwoman’s invisible jet has crashed and she is in fact dead!


Episodes 13, 14, 15, 16, 17.. this goes on till episode 100: Mourning begins for Wonderwoman’s death. A picture of Wonderwoman is kept in the pooja place and the family can be seen crying out loudly. Everyone is regretting that she had to leave this world so early. She had to leave without saying goodbye. Characters like Spiderman, Flash can be seen consoling the family members.


Episode 101: Wonderwoman is alive but unconscious. It took some time for the rescue team to find her jet as it was invisible! She is admitted to a nearby hospital.


Episodes 102, 103, 104, 105... till 110: Hospital scenes! People visit wonderwoman give her flowers etc.


Episodes 111, 112, 113: Wonderwoman returns home. Superman hugs her and they hold a grand party on her return in the same grand house.


Episodes 114, 115: Life proceeds normally in the Superman home. The normalcy and day to day instances are illustrated in these episodes.



I just demonstrated how easy it is to come with episodes of soaps by Ms Ekta Kapoor which have an uncanny habit of beginning with the letter “K”. My advice to the ladies who watch such soaps is to stop watching them. Watch something meaningful rather than wasting your time with mundane and awful soaps. For the kids who love superheroes, I urge them to keep on watching as long as it doesn’t turn out to be an addiction.

I request Mrs. Ekta Kapoor to come up with better plots (which can at the least entertain the entire family!) and get rid of mother-in-law and daughter trifles. I beg her to be more innovative when it comes to naming her serials and never ever get the bright idea of using superheroes in her soaps!

Lastly but not the least, I would also recommend Mrs. Ekta Kapoor, " Go get a life Bitch" !!!

Fixing An Unwanted Outcome- The Awesomeness Glitch In The Flaw !!

Tagore said that human beings clasp to false hopes in times of despair (and they really do) ,and when they come face to face with reality these hopes rip the very nerves in which they flow and crack the subject up to doom. We human beings are the foolest creature God happened to chance. He gave us brain, senses, made us mortal to fear him however he made the gravest mistake of his immortal life when he endowed them with emotions. He did right by creating whatever he wished BUT he shouldn't have endowed us with emotions. What does that power know what we have been through, what does he realize what we have suffered.

Liking is the first step towards loving someone. Sometimes some people take decisions that are irrational, and as a consequence shed more tears than joy enjoyed. I am rational enough to smile more than tears shed, radical enough to laugh when my heart cries out loud, just to make sure you all don't cry with me, "YOU" refers to a special few group of people, and i expect you to be rationaler than me and pay heed to everything listened, but filter them using your own wisdom. After all, we are as Nature made us, and nature never does anything for the hack of doing it. It is ultimate reason and rationality. The best teacher to learn anything from!

Many desire to be God however I ask him to be in our place and love, and know what it feels when you love and are not responded, and I would be more than happy if he sees the loop hole in his own matrix. At the end of the day he would say ,"Ah! I wish I had been mortal not to endure this." The religious books preaches - at last every soul will be united to the Almighty/ do deeds that take you closer to Him; and what I say is - useless is the aforesaid thing. What a mortal like me want is the union with the soul about which I care, which I love, whose closeness I desire, I wish, I hope, I dream. What shall I do with a religious union when I can't care about that soul, when I can't love it.

I have loved you more than the sun has loved light; I have loved you more than the eyes have loved sight; I have loved you deeper than the depths of the Pacific, mightier than the mightiest Himalayas; I have loved you every moment of the damn day that I have to endure and it's your memories that keep me young; your presence is my courage, my wisdom, my breath, my life.

Until now i had been anonymously addressing you all, now its just you baby, its just you and me now, and the million things you said last night, without saying a word. "You mean the world to me", the whole wide world. Don't let my world come crashing down on me, am not that masculine enough, nor am i ATLAS to hold it upon my puny shoulders.

"I call the creator the wisest fool. He made a mathematical equation "man" and associated a variable "love" which when approaches a constant value makes the equation called "life" unsolvable."