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and ppl, blogroll the wordpress link instead of this one! :)
see ya!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
when the eyes lie..
Her fragile feelings
Shatter at his feet
And her heart falls,
Tumbling,
Into the broken pieces.
Shatter at his feet
And her heart falls,
Tumbling,
Into the broken pieces.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Heyya ppl..
"He has achieved success who has lived well, laughed often and loved
much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of
little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved
poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked
appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always
looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose
life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction."
Such a brilliant quote.. Got it from karthik's personal webpage! Struck to me, that it has been ages since i had visited my blog. :(
Shall update soon.
Leaving to Bangalore tonight..
Ciao!
much; who has gained the respect of intelligent men and the love of
little children; who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;
who has left the world better than he found it, whether by an improved
poppy, a perfect poem, or a rescued soul; who has never lacked
appreciation of earth's beauty or failed to express it; who has always
looked for the best in others and given them the best he had; whose
life was an inspiration; whose memory a benediction."
Such a brilliant quote.. Got it from karthik's personal webpage! Struck to me, that it has been ages since i had visited my blog. :(
Shall update soon.
Leaving to Bangalore tonight..
Ciao!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Eleven minutes..
"Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful,marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated the bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy,env for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: 'I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again'.
The bird, who was also in love, returned the flollowing day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: Now you ve everything u could possibly want. However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would ve realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning and Death came knocking at her door. 'why have u come? she asked Death. 'So that u can fly once more with him across the sky' Death replied. 'If you had allowed him to come and go, you would ve loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again'."
p.s: Beautiful is the word!
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated the bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy,env for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: 'I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again'.
The bird, who was also in love, returned the flollowing day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: Now you ve everything u could possibly want. However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would ve realised that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning and Death came knocking at her door. 'why have u come? she asked Death. 'So that u can fly once more with him across the sky' Death replied. 'If you had allowed him to come and go, you would ve loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again'."
p.s: Beautiful is the word!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
I wish..
I looked at my bedroom clock. Its black numbers told me that it was 2:43 am. Something just kept bothering me and I couldn’t sleep.
Suddenly,
I was on a trip, on a boat, with other volunteers to some remote place, to work with a doctor helping to immunize those people and rebuild a school. Questions like “What if I lose my toothbrush? How would I survive without a hair dryer? What if I get sick, really sick?” kept propping in my mind.
The boat pulled into a place where dozens of people had gathered. I was in another world – a world without electricity, telephones or running water. An isolated world of only 250 people. I saw skinny legs and bare feet; not a shoe in sight. An elderly man held heavy black glasses to his face; a lens and an arm were missing. Many of the children wore only underwear and the adults’ clothes were brown from being washed in muddy water.
I heard a roar- a sound that would become all too familiar. Rain was comin downriver with terrific force and everyone scatter. I pulled out my raincoat. One man returned with plastic pulled tightly over his face. He watched, long faced, as the rain made its passage. Suddenly my raincoat seemed to glow. I deeply wished my backpack were grey or black instead of purple and green. I wanted them to be replaced with something more modest. These people had nothing.
“oh baby, when u talk like that..” my mobile goes..
I wake up..
I say a silent prayer to all those ppl living in the remote places n I really wish, things improve soon.
Suddenly,
I was on a trip, on a boat, with other volunteers to some remote place, to work with a doctor helping to immunize those people and rebuild a school. Questions like “What if I lose my toothbrush? How would I survive without a hair dryer? What if I get sick, really sick?” kept propping in my mind.
The boat pulled into a place where dozens of people had gathered. I was in another world – a world without electricity, telephones or running water. An isolated world of only 250 people. I saw skinny legs and bare feet; not a shoe in sight. An elderly man held heavy black glasses to his face; a lens and an arm were missing. Many of the children wore only underwear and the adults’ clothes were brown from being washed in muddy water.
I heard a roar- a sound that would become all too familiar. Rain was comin downriver with terrific force and everyone scatter. I pulled out my raincoat. One man returned with plastic pulled tightly over his face. He watched, long faced, as the rain made its passage. Suddenly my raincoat seemed to glow. I deeply wished my backpack were grey or black instead of purple and green. I wanted them to be replaced with something more modest. These people had nothing.
“oh baby, when u talk like that..” my mobile goes..
I wake up..
I say a silent prayer to all those ppl living in the remote places n I really wish, things improve soon.
Threesome tag!!
I gen. have the habit of replying to tags, only when i ve truck-loads of work left, n today is no exception. (for the poor souls wondering,"abi has work?? you ought to be kidding!!", i must tell u all, that am right now busy with something :D)
So, tagged by aparna, here i go..
3 Joys:
1. Getting drenched in the rain..(anyday!!)
2. Reading (Bliss..)
3. Watching sachin score a century!
3 fears:
1. Fear of speed (eh..for those mongers, fantacizing jet-speed bike rides, keep away!)
2. Fear of jumping across..(this is very wierd..tch..but yeah, i am afraid)
3. And cockroaches, lizards n the whole lot of them
3 goals:
1. To clear CAT.. (fingers crossed)
2. To spend this hols as productively as possible.. (yeah, u read that right!!)
3. To publish a novel..(someday..)
3 random surprising facts:
1. I have started liking my coll (my closest pals, would find it a surprise!)
2. Rahul Dravid is just another human with 2 legs.. Believe me! I saw the chenn-bang match n saw him walking all around!
3. I liked prince casp. (Again a surprise for all those who knw my bonds with fantasies!!)
3 current obsessions:
1. Sachin, eternal obsession!
2. hide n seek biscuits.
3. the teddy in my orkut profile pic! (damn..i dream of it!!)
3 ppl who make me laugh:
1. murphy
2. vivek
3. my dad.. :)
3 things i hate:
1. i hate it when someone bosses me around
2. chauvinists
3. coffee with excess sugar
3 things i don't understand:
1. whatever is running on your mind.
2. why i am still dawdling, with so much of work to do
3. why do people make movies like "kuruvi"! :P :P
3 things am doing right now:
1. talking to 4 people in gtalk
2. Thinking of what my next point would be..
3. Listening to vishnu sahasranaamam.. (thnx to mom!)
3 things i can do:
1. I can cook well..
2. I can recite recite "solitary reaper" by-heart :)
3. I can type 70 words per minute..atleast tats what, the typeracer says..Arbit !!
3 ways i describe myself:
1. Extremely impulsive
2. Affable
3. Sensitive
3 things i can't do:
1. Dance/sing :P
2. write out, what i exactly intend to..
3. cease to cry when i get extremely angry..
3 Things I Think You Should Listen To
1. Richard marx's - Right here waiting for you..
2. mirchi suchi's voice..
3. ME..!! (yea, listen to me!!)
3 Things I Think You Should Never Listen To
1. me singing..
2. My mom/dad giving me a piece of their minds.
3. anyone who says "hey! it's going to be a lil tough for you"
3 Absolute Favorite Foods
1. sweet corn
2. dosas n their varieties (you name it!)
3. rasmalai (yummy!!)
3 Things I’d Like to Learn
1. veena
2. Spanish
3. On a serious note, i really think i need to forget stuff n move on.. I cant really do that
3 Beverages I Drink Regularly
1. coffee
2. Lemon tea (The popular edible of "bru" -nit-t)
3. mirinda
3 Shows I Watched as a Kid
1. Popeye
2. Tom and jerry
3. Scooby doo.. :) :)
I tag :
1. Ashish
2. Nive
3. Ashy
4. Aravind
5. Venkat
6. Arvind (a.k.a china :D)
p.s: I ve tried my level best to give different answers frm aparna's..half of her replies, matched with my would-be-replies!! :D
Adios!!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Arbit..
"That was a shameful cover-up in which the magnanimous sachin also took part and blotted his reputation.." - A column in hindu regarding the ignominy of bhajji, by R.K. Raghavan read. I deprecate and certainly raise a stink, not only at these lines, but also at the rhetoric hype given by the media and the interminable dilly-dallying thats been going on..It is not because i am a sachin afficianado, neither cos of the fact that, I've always believed in the indubitable varacity of the master blaster. I am just being a non-prejudiced, indifferent specimen here. Presecuting Sachin for Bhajji's tribulation due to infringement is more like feigning a fillip. This diaphanous issue, is not to be mooted at all, for it questions,contorts and sunders the integrity of the amalgamated conglomerate, the Indian Premier League. I agree, bhajji had been non-temparant and in a way, had been impertinent, yet, this should not be dealt the way it is being done.. The rapacious media is the one getting all the remuneration and emolument at the cost of this "Drama", looks like they've been biding their time and this doesn't cease to leave me flabbergasted. I wish this doesn't get protracted and things get reinstated soon and I hope i have walked on eggshells..
Saturday, April 12, 2008
A frog in the lab..
Yonder lies the king of all pools,
Pinned up with merciless tools,
A martyr for the children of schools,
Just like Luther king died for the fools..
As the students watched with(out!) a frown,
The great amphibian was struck down,
The heart thumping up and down,
was still, without a bit of pity shown..
Though cries have been raised against slaughter,
Its agony wasn't heard amidst their laughter,
Though this realisation has dawned later,
Let the fate of the frogs be thought atleast hereafter..
Pinned up with merciless tools,
A martyr for the children of schools,
Just like Luther king died for the fools..
As the students watched with(out!) a frown,
The great amphibian was struck down,
The heart thumping up and down,
was still, without a bit of pity shown..
Though cries have been raised against slaughter,
Its agony wasn't heard amidst their laughter,
Though this realisation has dawned later,
Let the fate of the frogs be thought atleast hereafter..
P.S: This was an entry that i'd written when i was in school.. Stepped on it, while I was cleanin up.. :P Felt like posting it here n thats about it..Adios!
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Emotions All over the place..!! (Credit to Aneesh..!)
Emotions are so much a part of humans. Some of us wish we could carry on without them, and yet some of us wish we had a little more than what we have. I used to think that I was really bad when it came to expressing emotions. Probably I still am, but that does not mean I don't feel them. I could still feel something and hide them, couldn't I? You bet, I'm pretty good at that. Very few privileged people have seen some of my emotions. So here's taking a look at some of my emotions and occasions when I feel them.
It makes me happy when...
So many things make me happy.I feel happy when i listen to A.R.R. Right now I can think about graduating, and that makes me happy. I feel happy when I get an unexpected call or scrap from someone I love. I even feel happy when anyone calls me or leaves me a message. It just means someone has probably spent maybe a minute to think about me in their busy day. Most of all, I feel happy when someone listens to me, because usually its me who is the listener.
It makes me jump for joy when...
Might be crazy, but I jump for joy when I hear about some development that has happened in the railways, especially if its at some place I am familiar with. Yeah, call me crazy. When I get drenched in the rain..I recently jumped for joy when I heard that I cleared Solid mech paper. I jumped on hearin that BCCI honoured Sachin. Like its going to make my life any easier, but I still jump.
It makes me feel hurt when...
Nothing can hurt me more than being lied to. You can steal from me, I may get over it. You could beat me up, the wounds are only physical. Lying leaves such a deep scar in me and it creates this real heavy feeling in my heart. Maybe I feel like I have been taken for a fool, or maybe I feel like I was not respected. Whatever it is, please don't ever ever lie to me, no matter how big/small the issue.
It makes me feel sad when...
If I ever come across someone who has not been able to do something or achieve something because of the lack of money, that makes me really sad. Maybe its my strong desire to help, versus my ability to. Very few poor people become rich. The rich become richer and the poor remain where they are. Its not fair. There have been many things I have not got or not been able to do because I do not have the money. Strangely I would feel more sadder for my friend who had to miss a movie at the theater, than for a homeless person. Weird. It also makes me sad to hear about children dying, for what ever reasons. Its just not their time yet. Someone got it all wrong.
It makes me smile when....
Show me children or even pictures of children and there is no way I can hide my smile. Every kid is cute, in their own right and maybe its the innocence about them that makes me smile. Show me a clip or shot of a father playing with his kid, and that makes me smile, maybe because I am a girl. I wonder if I subconsciously think what it would be like to go back and become like them, with no worries and not a care for anything in this world. Everything taken care of for them. What a way to live, and you got to smile for that.
It makes me cry when...
I cry. Accept it, and if any of you deny that, you are not being honest. We probably see tears as a sign of weakness. I can cry when I'm lied to. I can cry if I have had a fight or misunderstanding with my friend or even a JUST someone. Movies make me cry, believe it or not. I cry the most because of a movie. I'm not really particular about a movie with a happy ending and I kind of like a sad ending. An excuse to let the tears flow in the safety of my room.
It makes me angry when...
Most of the anger is at myself. I get angry the most when I look back at a situation where I did not do what I was supposed to do. I get really angry with myself and wonder why I just did not stand up and do what I had to. Most of the times its too late to do it and I just hate myself for that.
It makes me pissed of when...
I don't know how different this is from being angry, but I guess its one notch down. I get pissed when someone sings a song without proper timing. I get pissed when someone says they will do something and they don't. Even if it does not really affect me. I get pissed when i dont get anything to write about.. I could go on about the things that piss me off.
It makes me feel abandoned when...
I need human contact. I need to meet people and be with someone even if I rarely speak. It drives me nuts to sit alone at home. Guess that's why I find solace with the computer screen because sometimes that's the best I can find now. If I don't feel a touch from someone, I sometimes forget that I'm real.
Enough of emotions for now. I feel drained. LOL !!
It makes me happy when...
So many things make me happy.I feel happy when i listen to A.R.R. Right now I can think about graduating, and that makes me happy. I feel happy when I get an unexpected call or scrap from someone I love. I even feel happy when anyone calls me or leaves me a message. It just means someone has probably spent maybe a minute to think about me in their busy day. Most of all, I feel happy when someone listens to me, because usually its me who is the listener.
It makes me jump for joy when...
Might be crazy, but I jump for joy when I hear about some development that has happened in the railways, especially if its at some place I am familiar with. Yeah, call me crazy. When I get drenched in the rain..I recently jumped for joy when I heard that I cleared Solid mech paper. I jumped on hearin that BCCI honoured Sachin. Like its going to make my life any easier, but I still jump.
It makes me feel hurt when...
Nothing can hurt me more than being lied to. You can steal from me, I may get over it. You could beat me up, the wounds are only physical. Lying leaves such a deep scar in me and it creates this real heavy feeling in my heart. Maybe I feel like I have been taken for a fool, or maybe I feel like I was not respected. Whatever it is, please don't ever ever lie to me, no matter how big/small the issue.
It makes me feel sad when...
If I ever come across someone who has not been able to do something or achieve something because of the lack of money, that makes me really sad. Maybe its my strong desire to help, versus my ability to. Very few poor people become rich. The rich become richer and the poor remain where they are. Its not fair. There have been many things I have not got or not been able to do because I do not have the money. Strangely I would feel more sadder for my friend who had to miss a movie at the theater, than for a homeless person. Weird. It also makes me sad to hear about children dying, for what ever reasons. Its just not their time yet. Someone got it all wrong.
It makes me smile when....
Show me children or even pictures of children and there is no way I can hide my smile. Every kid is cute, in their own right and maybe its the innocence about them that makes me smile. Show me a clip or shot of a father playing with his kid, and that makes me smile, maybe because I am a girl. I wonder if I subconsciously think what it would be like to go back and become like them, with no worries and not a care for anything in this world. Everything taken care of for them. What a way to live, and you got to smile for that.
It makes me cry when...
I cry. Accept it, and if any of you deny that, you are not being honest. We probably see tears as a sign of weakness. I can cry when I'm lied to. I can cry if I have had a fight or misunderstanding with my friend or even a JUST someone. Movies make me cry, believe it or not. I cry the most because of a movie. I'm not really particular about a movie with a happy ending and I kind of like a sad ending. An excuse to let the tears flow in the safety of my room.
It makes me angry when...
Most of the anger is at myself. I get angry the most when I look back at a situation where I did not do what I was supposed to do. I get really angry with myself and wonder why I just did not stand up and do what I had to. Most of the times its too late to do it and I just hate myself for that.
It makes me pissed of when...
I don't know how different this is from being angry, but I guess its one notch down. I get pissed when someone sings a song without proper timing. I get pissed when someone says they will do something and they don't. Even if it does not really affect me. I get pissed when i dont get anything to write about.. I could go on about the things that piss me off.
It makes me feel abandoned when...
I need human contact. I need to meet people and be with someone even if I rarely speak. It drives me nuts to sit alone at home. Guess that's why I find solace with the computer screen because sometimes that's the best I can find now. If I don't feel a touch from someone, I sometimes forget that I'm real.
Enough of emotions for now. I feel drained. LOL !!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Standing out..
I have flowers blooming around me,
and birds flying high in the sky,
There's so much to be happy about,
but still I find myself so dry..
As the world moves swiftly in front of me
I'm standing here all alone,
Thinking if it will lose its pace
When I will be dead & gone..
Will I be remembered with love
like the essence of a breeze,
Or will I be forgotten
the way leaves wither away from trees..
Will the winds stop blowing
Will the rainbow lose its charm,
Will the sun stop shimmering,
And will the clouds miss me watching them swarm..
Will the stars stop shining
will the clouds miss me standing below it,
will the moons miss me too
gazing them at night
Will the earth stop spinning for a moment
And notice my absence,
For all I did was to live a life
without making any difference..
For I lived like a stubborn tide
crashing at random places,
Trying to embrace anonymity
scared of my different faces..
Tried to suppress my individuality
wanting to get lost in the crowd,
Always trying to keep them happy
while my own soul cried out loud..
I always tried to become
what others wanted me to be,
In pursuit of their love
I stopped loving the real me..
When the truth basked upon me
like a sudden blow,
I broke into a hundred pieces
knowing not where to go..
But life's not meant for crying
or for nurturing hurt & pain,
With a new sense of purpose & hope
My new journey began..
and birds flying high in the sky,
There's so much to be happy about,
but still I find myself so dry..
As the world moves swiftly in front of me
I'm standing here all alone,
Thinking if it will lose its pace
When I will be dead & gone..
Will I be remembered with love
like the essence of a breeze,
Or will I be forgotten
the way leaves wither away from trees..
Will the winds stop blowing
Will the rainbow lose its charm,
Will the sun stop shimmering,
And will the clouds miss me watching them swarm..
Will the stars stop shining
will the clouds miss me standing below it,
will the moons miss me too
gazing them at night
Will the earth stop spinning for a moment
And notice my absence,
For all I did was to live a life
without making any difference..
For I lived like a stubborn tide
crashing at random places,
Trying to embrace anonymity
scared of my different faces..
Tried to suppress my individuality
wanting to get lost in the crowd,
Always trying to keep them happy
while my own soul cried out loud..
I always tried to become
what others wanted me to be,
In pursuit of their love
I stopped loving the real me..
When the truth basked upon me
like a sudden blow,
I broke into a hundred pieces
knowing not where to go..
But life's not meant for crying
or for nurturing hurt & pain,
With a new sense of purpose & hope
My new journey began..
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