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."

vicissitude to pulchritudinous !!!

English language is not yet so developed so as to express emotions explicitly. As a matter of fact, no language is. The language of truth is flat and insipid; it fails to express fine touches of sensuality and delicate fibres of likings and caring which wake you up at midnights. I speak to you the same truth, but also want you to know that those delicate fibres matrix my thoughts and deeds.

But this blog is not indeed for blabbering about what english language can do, nor about my deeds, this is about my emotions, in a sort so as to say. the theory of a caterpillar and butterfly is often taken for the paradigm of beauty. it takes a metamorphism of a caterpillar which in a way seems hideous, to a ravishing butterfly, which forms the epitome of beauty.

Without much udo and fussing around, i get to the point. I never generally put up my personal writings up for public, but the oppurtunity to introduce the new diva in town was overwhelmingly hard to ignore. Its ironic though, calling her a diva, knowing for the fact that she sucks at singing, and not to mention she never leaves an oppurtunity of entirely obliterating the song she hums, and in turn giving a chance to the singer to go hang himself/herself of the fan to have shown the audacity of ever sing that song.

Anyways a family member of mine, and i intend to let her be anonymous for that matter. So let just call her lady X, now before i get into the details of how things turned out that it made it to my blog, let me tell you something basic about this lady, first is she went to a beauty parlour today, ( i have no idea why people go to the god forsaken place to throw away their money), secondly she had a hair cut, and ther is a third piece of information too, but we can skip that for now. So here goes the epic !!!

It had been three long days i had not even had a glimpse of her, so ignorantly as always i call her up in the morning to tell her i would be taking her out in the evening, totally unknown to the fact that i was in for a tremendous surprise. All was set, everything was done, with me sarcastically taunting her about her little trip to the "temple of damsel". It was not until 7:30 pm did i see her, and trust me did i see. I did'nt notice the change that clearly from a distance, but then total black out. Oh god !! am riding a god damn bike, this has to happen now. I praised her, appreciated her, but as usual, as her so predictable Xly nature, she felt shy, ( " Oh come on lady, am praising you here, you are suppose to be happy for that"), but anyways i dealt with it. Through out our glorious and exhilarating journey towards the fast food center,( which i had not planned to go ), the only thing that poped up in my mind was, "Oh my god, this really is X rite". But then even god has a very bad habit of joking with his subject na, we had our food, had some pretty amusing talk too, worth mentioning.

The most exciting part of the evening that so crudely untill now was hiding, "you coward" !! unveiled itself at Andhra Bank ATM. After having withdrawed the money, she so excitedly and timindly revealed that she had been dieing to show me her curls that she had done, now this is the third thing that i skipped in the beginning. It would have been harsh on my feeling's part to have disclosed it then by not respecting the situation at hand. Anyways she looked absolutely stunning, not until that point had i been so serious of blogging all this. This definitely is going into my blog, i said to myself.

To sum up all this ramayan, the only thing that comes into my mind is that, "Baby you looked gorgeous". Its true i had mentioned this lines to her a number of times in the past, but never before have i been so stunned to this level. And off course never before had i considered it so unusually out of the ordinary to have pen all of it down !!! Thus unfolds the transformation from a wonk to the damsel !!!

The 44 rupees look !!!

I don't remember the precise date, but since when have been boys good at recalling dates, I hope I can be forgiven under that pretense. Who knew, that day would have culminated into today -- today, when I'm not myself; today I look into the mirror and find myself missing; today I see my own eyes and feel them lost somewhere in the depths of two black eyes which I looked into on that particular day.

Now read on and please don't hold me in the wrong light stating I was a scoundrel and a git. Please judge me with sympathy in your hearts, that's the most I beg of the readers. I was in sixth standard and she was a new comer to the school. She had not been able to get her hands on a geography text book and I had an extra one, by some glitch of mine I had bought two books today I thank to that fault of mine. She offered me the price of that book and woe my tongue I accepted it. Unknown to her I gave her my heart, unknown to her I made her a part of my emotions, my sorrows, my happiness, my dreams and finally my life.Worldly possessions seem too cheap in comparison to things I have given her.

So on that day it wasn't only the geography book that she bought from me; I along with the geography book gave her a lot of things which a true human gives only once. I gave her the things that she never asked for; I gave her the things, maybe, she doesn't even value; I gave her the things that she might crush at her slightest whim; I gave her the powers to create me, to destroy me, to build me or to ruin me. Maybe today she doesn't even wish to look at me, or maybe she thinks of me as nothing more than a straw on a stormy night, I don't know. I always thought of her as the air I breathe, as the water I drink, as the light I see and the presence I feel, and whenever I think of the geography book I remember the bargain she made.

And now after precisely or approximately to be more precise, after 5 years of bygone infactuation, i stood there and with the self satisfying pretense that it was all a mistake and that is suppose to happen, if you are to be called a normal guy. I took back all the above crap i just said, washed it, even dry washed it, pressed it even. And then in a feat to reconcile with my own inner being, (not to mention i have one though) i went to the furthest of reaches and to the tallest of mountain and threw it away......

Oh, just kidding !!! i din travel that far, i did the exact above said things in the drain that runs so vehemently down the lane. Thats all crap you know !!!

But nontheless, the bargain she made with that 44 bucks look !!!

I Have An Explaination !!!

Enough of emotional crap, yesterday i decided to try my hand on some comic writings, Priyadarshan made his transistion from comedy to serious with Aakrosh, and here the legend is back with some exciting never before seen comedy. FYI, this are'nt PJs ok, ignore common layman, this "FYI" was for 2 to 3 diabolical fools, he he he !!!
So here it goes, recently i made some surveys, to some controversial unanswered question. Not to mention that survey included just one people....

"ME" !!!


#What if Rahul Gandhi becomes India's prime Minister?

Firstly, he will dissolve the passing systems of exams and make sure politicians children are given a lower pass percentage, and Gandhi's(not the real ones, the reel ones) don't need to appear in papers.Secondly, he wants to sue the examiners who corrected his higher secondary papers and failed him.



#Why Mayawati wants to become India's prime minister?

Firstly, it has been a long time since she did some scam; secondly, her locker is already filled with Gujrati diamonds, she wants to try a hand at South African ones.



#Why Mulayam Singh doesn't want to become India's Prime Minister?

He has been very well taught by his holiness Amar Singh, not to keep false hopes as they tend to cause heart attacks in case of failures.



#What if Mamta Banerjee becomes India's Prime minister?

A ban for Tata, in complete India.(You fu**ed my case in Singur, i will f**k ur case in India!)

# Why is Dr. kalam still optimistic about 2020 vision?

Well, he is India's missile man and whatever he speaks are at a height of 20,000 feet. Naturally, it takes time for truth to travel against gravity. It will surely reach him one day, i am still optimistic...


#when is India going to win a football major tournament?

Only when a south-asian quota comes into existence, and lesser chance when the referee is bought.(Lesser chance with the second choice since football referee's are never Indian.)


#Why did Prathibha Patil become India's president?

(please send me a reply..I seriously need one!!!)