somebody mailed this to me...and i found it to be so very true...and i guess its the right time to share it
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip. You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. They are not second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
Easier?
I love this!
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are NOT the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones who care.
Share this with those who have made a difference in your life.
I just did!
"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today.
It's already tomorrow in Australia."
( Charles Schultz )
Where The Mind Is Without Fear...
No longer to be poisoned by civilization, he flees and walks alone upon the land to become…Lost In The Wild…
- Christopher Johnson McCandeless
I certainly ain't lost in the wild…but, you must be wondering why I am quoting these lines…you must be thinking, its perhaps another of his joyless psychoanalysis about life… another punch of frustration over the system and life…
Naaahhh!! Not this time...Because this time I am feeling free…yes, there’s a sense of brutal independence and liberty in my veins and heart…and its perhaps for the first time in my life..
Last few days of my life have been quite lonesome and empty…spending the myriad hours of my life lying over my bed thinking and feeling absolutely nothing but the emptiness and the numbness that surrounds me every fucking second…and…and it’s a pure bliss…yup, it’s a pure bliss being cut down from the world…and the sickening bondages of life….
I have totally cut down myself from this so called real world…I have stopped making or receiving calls…no orkutting…no facebook…no texting…nothing…I have abandoned almost everything that links me to the outside world…
And what comes after this, is a feeling of utter independence…a sense of realism…a feeling which only a free man can feel…a man free from the social chains…free from bondages…free from civilization…free from money and power…free from the daily bullshits that binds every social animal…
Yes, it’s a sense of complete self involvement…where I am my only best friend…it’s a sense of utopia…and a sense of complete fearlessness…
I feel so complete…I can now listen to every sound that I never even bothered listening to before…like sound of rain drops falling on roof… sound of mournful cold December winds…sound of nature…sound of my own footsteps…sound of my heartbeat beating against my chest…sound of silence…and the sound which I missed the most…sound of my inner self…sound of my own soul that I always ignored, complaining of noise…
Books, blanket, music and my guitar…its all I have by my side…its all I need… may be I am sounding like dick right now to most of you… but its hard to explain what I feel now…and it’s even hard to explain what I see now…
I dunno for how long I would be this way…coz someday or the other I’ll have return to this bitchy world again and wear those social chain as ornaments of civilization…
Honestly speaking I don’t give a shit…that’s for the time to decide….
I dunno much about happiness or how one should live his life…but what I do know now, is that there is a sense of happiness in emptiness…a sense of fulfillment…and I also know now, how important it is for a man to feel free…to break free from the crowd and feel his individual self…to find himself at lest once in the crowd…at least once in his lifetime…
YELLOW!!!!
I dunno why it always happens with me…every year I hav to go thru some kinda physical and mental torture (apart from the heart breaks)… first it was the Appendix operation in ’05, then it was kidney stone in ’06…then jaundice + typhoid in ’07 and its jaundice again in ’09…
Really pisses me off…and makes me wonder if am I jinxed or what!!! I don’t smoke…I don’t drink…(o.k may be sometimes, in fact rarely)…I am not a drug addict…I usually eat home made food…and am still a virgin…(WTF, what the hell virginity has got to do with it)… then why its only me being punished for sins I haven’t committed…why does it always rain on me…
But I am not gonna give up…no! I wont…I’ll fight, even if it means fighting till my last breath (which I feel is not too far away, the way am going)…I am gonna live up to the every challenge that life throws on to my face…yeah, c’mon hit me!!! I am ready…
Aur waise bhi I guess I am being to pessimist… life sucks but it aint that bad…they say every cloud has a silver lining and even though am not able figure out the silver lining…lets not loose hope…I guess now I hav an excuse if I get poor marks in the internals…
And for all of my faithful readers…just pray for that I get well soon…
p.s: This winter is going to be the coldest one… and the loneliest one.
...that thing called LOVE
Just watched Titanic n its strange that even after so many years (I watched it after almost 6 years or so) the post movie feeling remains the same…I can still feel those goose bumps on my hand …and it makes me wonder if love’s such a beautiful thing that its worth dying for???
Hmmmm….How can a single soul like me know the answer to that question…
May be I should look back at my life to know the answer to that…it might open some windows…
O.k., even though my life sucks… I (am trying to) love it… n it ain’t that bad either, believe me…I mean even though I don’t have a large circle of friends (metropolitans may have millions of people to boast of but its hard to fetch a single good friend)…even though my college life sucks…even though my luck never seem to favor me…still, life ain’t that bad… perhaps coz now I don’t complain being alone…or perhaps coz I have no one to complain…or perhaps coz now I’ve started to enjoy the loneliness and the emptiness within me… I am single and I love it…its good to have no burden of relationships…
BUT BUT BUT…
It doesn’t really mean that I never think about ‘em…Sometimes I do think about relationships and how they work… sometimes I do wonder if I’ll have to spend the rest of my life like this…like a lonely broken hearted soul…or if I ‘d ever feel the warmth of love… I do think about these stuffs, perhaps in my moments of loneliness and emptiness…yeah, that’s when I feel free from the otherwise bondages of life…
I haven’t really been into any kinda relationship… not even a brief one…(let alone a serious one)…well, that’s coz I chose it to be that way…(or perhaps my life chose me to be that way)…whatever, but sometimes my loneliness kills me…
The winter mornings of Delhi seems even more chilling when I wake up in the morning and realize that that still there’s no one to hold my hand…no one to share my feelings with…and no one to rest my heads upon…I look at my empty eyes in the mirror and see how shallow I have become…how tiresome I feel…and I wonder if its coz of my loveless life!!! (or maybe I should stop watching late night movies…lol)
Anyways, I have felt love…perhaps more than once n I know how beautiful it is…people do all kinda crazy stuffs n suddenly this bitchy world starts seeming like a paradise…love is like a drug…perhaps the most psychedelic stuff created by the nature ever… in fact the most dangerous intoxicant…but intoxicants have hangover…n the hangover of love is the worst one…believe me…it’s the worst one…
Once its gone, the world which seemed so pretty…so beautiful… starts seeming like a hell…it becomes even more bitchy…u want to run, u want to scream, u want to bleed, u want to cry…u want to DIE…
Sure I experienced love…but they have all been one sided…(for more info, read my blog DECEMBER LOVE)…so I don’t really have the idea about how it actually feels like when there is love from both the sides… but according to my experiences, if things don’t work out well in this case...the result turn out to be even more disastrous than in the first case (one sided love)…
So, what is love!!! A life saving drug or a life killing drug…
Maybe, I’ll have to wait for my own experience…
p.s: fuck!! When will the December rain fall on me ;)
p.p.s: I guess I should stop watching romantic tragedies…they make me sick…
thank you....
oh!! am in love with this song...its so beautiful...n specially the lyrics...its amaaaaaazing!!!!!!!
check it out...
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad
I drank too much last night, got bills to pay,
my head just feels in pain
I missed the bus and there'll be hell today,
I'm late for work again
And even if I'm there, they'll all imply
that I might not last the day
And then you call me and it's not so bad,
it's not so bad and
Push the door, I'm home at last
and I'm soaking through and through
Then you hand me a towel
and all I see is you
And even if my house falls down,
I wouldn't have a clue
Because you're near me and
I want to thank you
for giving me the best day of my life
Oh just to be with you
is having the best day of my life
NO DIRECTION HOME
Disclaimer: I am high on **** and whatsoever is written below is the outcome of my demented cum intoxicated brain… so, please forgive me for being too cynical…
Here we go….
What’s the point in living life when life itself doesn’t make sense at all… life…life just sucks…and it sucks until you get used to it...
I don’t understand what the hell life’s all about is!!! I mean….imagine your daily routine...You wake up, you eat, go to office/college, say “hi” to people who don’t even bother to reply back, curse your colleague, criticize management, have sex, go back to sleep and wake up next day with the same moron routine waiting in front of you…ah!! The banality of life kills me...
People say they love, they care and they say they are your friend…but sooner or later you realize that they just pretend…pretend to be someone else…wearing a façade of happiness all the time to cover up their fucked up life…
People change…the person who once used to be your best friend suddenly starts to seem like a total stranger to you…as if you don’t even know him…and you are left wondering… is it him or you that has changed…
Suddenly you start searching for a deeper meaning of life… you realize the banality of life… you want to get rid of it…and eventually you try to find a parallel universe… sometimes by getting high on any psychedelic stuff that comes your way
You see people around you… pretending to be happy…always carrying that fake satanical smile on their face…pretending that they are far away from the dark realities of life… while actually their life is even more fucked up than yours… and you feel like giving a tight punch right in their face… you feel like screaming and listening to the most heavy metal song… you feel ditched and betrayed by life…and as I said, nothing…nothing make sense… you call for a shot of intoxicant and want to fly as high as possible…
As of now am feeling totally f**kd up and dizzy…A Nirvana song is playing in the background and I wonder if Kurt Cobain also used to think this way… may be he was also too tired of this banality of life… and decided to end it once and for all… perhaps I’ll also end up like Cobain… perhaps I should stop listening to these songs…or perhaps I should sleep now…
Anyways, I must admit that life koi sense banae ya na banae….one thing is for sure that in the end no one dies a virgin…life FU**S us all…
BE BORN EVERYDAY
I have always admired Aamir Khan for his work…be it movie or ads or…there is always some message…
I particularly like his Titan ad…which bears the tagline, “be born everyday”…its so refreshing and inspirational…
Most of the time we spend our life reminiscing about our past or worrying about what may happen in future…the ad is tells to break free from banality of life…and live life like we have always dreamt of living…
I have always wondered what its like to work in an advertising world…where all your thoughts and creativity gets a wing to fly…kudos to the creative director of the ad...and maybe someday I’d like to create an ad like this…but wo to baad ki baat hai….first check out this ad…I find it truly inspiring…and maybe you too will
Be born everyday.
Aaj rockstar kal pilot and,
who knows what the day after.
Kabhi kissi anjaan station per uttar ke dekho,
Kachi kissi gumnaam shehr ka ticket katao.
Doosro ki galtiyon se kiya seekhna,
Make your own mistakes yaar..
And never resemble your passport photo for almost three months,
Har subha shock your reflection.
Explore, Bachman mei tou kya kuch nahin banna chahtay thay,
Why not today?
Be born everyday!!
(Titan, Be more..)
I particularly like his Titan ad…which bears the tagline, “be born everyday”…its so refreshing and inspirational…
Most of the time we spend our life reminiscing about our past or worrying about what may happen in future…the ad is tells to break free from banality of life…and live life like we have always dreamt of living…
I have always wondered what its like to work in an advertising world…where all your thoughts and creativity gets a wing to fly…kudos to the creative director of the ad...and maybe someday I’d like to create an ad like this…but wo to baad ki baat hai….first check out this ad…I find it truly inspiring…and maybe you too will
Be born everyday.
Aaj rockstar kal pilot and,
who knows what the day after.
Kabhi kissi anjaan station per uttar ke dekho,
Kachi kissi gumnaam shehr ka ticket katao.
Doosro ki galtiyon se kiya seekhna,
Make your own mistakes yaar..
And never resemble your passport photo for almost three months,
Har subha shock your reflection.
Explore, Bachman mei tou kya kuch nahin banna chahtay thay,
Why not today?
Be born everyday!!
(Titan, Be more..)
MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Just watched Million Dollar Baby…n I was simply blown away by the performances of Hilary Swank and Clint Eastwood, who also happens to be director, producer and music composer of the movie…certainly the man with exceptional talent of bringing out characters to life…
But what captured me the most was the simplicity and the honesty with which the story was told…simple people, simple lives n the struggle with fates…it all seemed so realistic that anybody could connect with the movie…even though what happened at the climax of the movie was pretty unpredictable…every time I kept wondering that Hilary Swank would walk or some miracle will happen…but it didn’t…which in fact made the movie even more closer to reality..
this was the first time I watched Hilary Swank acting…it was a pure treat…she was awesome..
Clint Eastwood, a veteran in Hollywood movies…proves why he is the best…his direction, his composition, narration by Morgan Freeman (which reminds me of shawshank redemption) nothing seems outta place…
Winner of four academy awards…the movie is certainly a must watch
But what captured me the most was the simplicity and the honesty with which the story was told…simple people, simple lives n the struggle with fates…it all seemed so realistic that anybody could connect with the movie…even though what happened at the climax of the movie was pretty unpredictable…every time I kept wondering that Hilary Swank would walk or some miracle will happen…but it didn’t…which in fact made the movie even more closer to reality..
this was the first time I watched Hilary Swank acting…it was a pure treat…she was awesome..
Clint Eastwood, a veteran in Hollywood movies…proves why he is the best…his direction, his composition, narration by Morgan Freeman (which reminds me of shawshank redemption) nothing seems outta place…
Winner of four academy awards…the movie is certainly a must watch
DECEMBER LOVE
The chilling cold of Delhi is here again…yes, its time for warm blankets, hot coffees, bonfire, sweaters n pullovers…as the mercury dips again…most of the people would complain…
But for me it’s the best time of the year…perhaps I connect to this season in my own way…
Winter season has always been the season of love for me…specially the month of December…for every time I see a leftover mug of coffee…every time I find myself lost in fog….everytime the chillness of wind shivers my spine…it transports me back to the time when nothing else mattered but the warmth of the love…kinda déjà vu..
If I clear the mist over my memories I could remember that it was way back in 2003 December (class VIIth)…when the love bug infected me for the first time…I still remember the cold morning of that December…when she stood before me for the first time…It was the most innocent cum beautiful face I had ever seen (gosh!! I was so stupid then)…the boy who neva got time to look up from his physics and chemistry book…felt something…something strange in his heart…perhaps it was for the first time in his life….n it felt fuckingly awesome…but winter season has its own side effects…n things didn’t work out…n my first December love ended without a beginning…I didn’t know then that there was more to come…
Now, its 2006… yes, three years since my first major heartbreak…(not to mention its December again)…it was class 11th n as usual I always found myself surrounded by four inch thick physics, chemistry n maths book…as u would have guessed life wasn’t fun then…now, I dunno how it happened n why it happened…but this time it certainly changed the whole of me…
I knew this gal for about three years ,though we seldom talked…but I neva thought that I’ll fall down for her…it was not the usual first sight love…nor the sudden breakout of emotions but a gradual development of feelings which went on to becum so intense that by the time it ended…it was too late to amend anything…that perhaps was the most fucked up part of my life…I took some bizarre decisions (like quitting engineering to study in delhi university, going against my parents wish ect. Ect.) …n even this time the things didn’t work out to be the way I wanted them to be…so even this December love ended miserably…
(P.S- this was the most painful one)
This time the year is 2008…my first year at Delhi…n just before the first season of “lets get screwed up” began….again it’s the same heartless December winter…this time I regret n I still wish that it didn’t happen…I broke many hearts…but is December ke mahine ko kaun samjhae…I fell down again…screwed my 1st year marks, became high on alcohol quotient, became reason for many wet eyes n above all I lost my faith in the shit called love…now I wish I wasn’t so desperate then…anyways, I don’t want to go deeper into this…the scar on heart is still fresh…
So as u see…December has brought a lot of love for me…(all being unsuccessful attempt)…n with it a lot of pain…
And as the another month of December approaches…I wonder will there be another twist in the tail, another turn of fate…..will there be another…..another December Rain…
B-4
STATUTORY WARNING: enter at your own risk
In the suburbs of Malviya Nagar, New Delhi…there is place where the most weird creatures on this planet live…far away from the harsh reality of life, living in their own dreamy world…are five idiots (who were never meant to live together) sharing their life under one roof…n if you are so stupid to guess it by now…lemme tell u that am talking about my dwelling place…
If u want to score high on booze quotient, want to listen to the most illogical philosophy on life, want to escape from the dark realities of life, B-4 is the place to be….( u are a real dumbass if u haven’t guessed it by now that B-4 is my flat no.)…but before u decide to come here I must warn u that you’ll come here as a normal human being but may return fully demented…so first have some idea about what kinda people live here..
Let’s start with character sketch of the five most bakchod n useless people of Delhi…
SAM: don’t confuse with the name…he ain’t that chocolaty… he’ll come across you as the most cocky and pervicacious person in the first meeting…eyes protruding out of his satanical face as if he might charge you down any moment…lol..but that’s the misconception that people have about him…in fact he is the most benign character of B-4…a die hard fan of F.M music…saala, har waqt F.M hi sunta rehta hai…its the wormhole to his cockaigne ( his dreamland, to put it in simpler words)…as I said B-4 me saare DAY DREAMERS hi rehte hai…all in all a sweet cum arrogant cum stubborn cum lovable guy…
P.S: don’t ever try to prove him wrong, sureshot wastage of energy…he’ll never accept his mistake…
MADDY: he is the munshi of our flat(looks after the accounts book)…a die hard fan of Lord Voldemort…n prefers to be called The Dark Lord…which is partially true as well..(he is dark n lord of bakchodi)… always tries to be politically and diplomatically correct…perspicacious in taking any kinda decision… though he is genetically related to Sam (cousin bro)… there is nothing common between them…I know him for about 12 years or so…n he hasn’t changed much since then…a great companion to share secrets…Fu**, its all I know abut him…
P.S: not to be trusted for monetary work….serious loss of money.
TROY: naaah!!! He isn’t Troy Bolton…just pleaded me to keep his name as Troy in my blog..lol..(neways, whose gonna read this stupid blog!!)…the sweetest boy of our flat…in fact, he’s more of a gamine than a teenage lad…has got more (girl) friends than any other teenager living in our close proximity…has got a mellifluous voice and is quite flexible with his vocal cords…
NITISH: He is Mr. Nautanki of our group…always up for some prank…insanely in love with movies…sala sara din lappie par movie dekhta rehta hai…dunno how he manages to pass his exams…gals often find him amusing…never misses a moment to flirt with a girl…a sports freak…has got that extra juice of adrenaline which keeps him overcharged all the time… most understanding of all…(the very fact that he has beared me for last one years is the proof of it)…always ready to help you…
P.S: not to be trusted for any assignment or other academic works…might piss u off with his careless behavior…
MIGHTY GURU: well, that would be me…people also know me as Shivam….most insane n useless of all…an avid reader, music n movie buff…
Insanely in love with his guitar…n dreams to be a guitarist someday…wants to travel the whole world…par saali jeb hi dhoka de jati hai…
A sadist, an atheist, a verbose, cocky, parsimony n most selfish of all…trying to imbibe all the characters of a good manager…lol…apotheosis of bakchodi…has got a lot of ego problem n loves to be alone…guy to be avoided the most…
P.S: try to read between the lines and you’ll find he ain’t that bad..
So, this is the story of B-4…an asylum for all the random souls…if u still dare to come here...u are most welcome...n if u have any problem with what I have written above…I don’t give a shit…. go fuck in hell!!!!
BYE….
I vs ME
I’ve al ready watched two movies back to back on my lappie…
The basketball diaries (Awesome movie… in fact its one of the best performance of Leonardo Di Caprio)
Up!! (a flying house, a snipe , talking doggies…what more could you ask for)
Two movies back to back…phew!! I never thought watching movies back to back could be so tiring… I don’t want to watch movies any more…so, how am I supposed to spend the rest of my journey in this dead compartment?..... I guess it’s the right time for some self talking ….n this dark compartment provides the perfect environment, with no one to disturb around…
I: hi, how r ya?
ME: oh! Hi,…me? Ah! Am fine, thanx…
I: c’mon, who r u fooling? Ur own self? I know you are just pretending??
ME: chor yaar!!! Tu to sab janta hi hai…how fuckd up am feeling and confused I am!!!
I: yup I know… isliye to puch raha hu…maybe I could help you?
ME: I dunno where to start…am so confused…am always confused…as if I was genetically programmed to be this way… I dunno wat am I gonna do in life? I dunno how am I goin to get what I want? I dunno what am I doing in D.U? I dunno y the hell I wanna do MBA for? Money?? I even don’t know what kinda gal I want?? Man!! am such a dumb ass….
I: hmmmm…..teri to buri tarah se phati padi hai…kisi bahut hi intelligent insaan ne kaha hai ki…twenty years from now you’ll be more disappointed by the things you did do than you didn’t do…it’s not that you don’t know what you want from life…u know it well…its inscribed deep within your heart…u just don’t dare to read it….or maybe you afraid to do it…life is too short to regret for…so if you want something from life…GO GET IT….before somebody else does…n never loose faith and hope…u know u are better than any one else…n stop worrying about tomorrow…focus on today..
ME: hey, that was cool…am feeling quite good…in fact a lot better…but I know it aint gonna last longer…I’ll be the same jerk after 2-3 days…
I: mai hoon na!!! we’ll talk n fix it then…
ME: chal thanx yaar!!! I guess am feeling bit sleepy…its time to sleep..
I: gudnite
ME: gudnite.
I MISS THOSE DAYZ...
When we were caught and the days ahead went quite tough...
I remember the first time we had vodka with sprite...
I still laugh about the way you kept puking the whole night...
All I can say is I miss you my friend...
I miss our pranks and the stupid trends...
I miss all the things we used to do...
I miss the old me and the old you....
-anonymous
JUST LIKE HEAVEN
Now…there’s nothing like enjoying a delicious treat of hot n spicy Maggie with your old school friends on top of a hill station, listening to the dirge of cold evening… no worries of completing assignments on time, no tensions of growing up, no pain of broken promises…nothing…its just you and your best buddies…
Yeah!! I cannot forget the time I spent in Patnitop, a small hill station located in Udhampur district, on the way from Udhampur to Srinagar…the river Chenab flows in close proximity to its location…
Awesome place…and the best thing is that only a few people know of this obscure yet beautiful hill station…so there is no crowd of people, no one to disturb your moment of intimacy with nature… and when you see the sun rising behind the gigantic green mountain…it feels just like heaven…and I cant forget the masti we did there…n the nautanki at the hotel room….bakchodi at its best…lol
So don’t just sit there planning about the far off lands you always dreamt of going to …pick an old rucksack…catch up some old school friends…n leave your messy room…
Believe me, it will be a trip of your lifetime…
And if you are worried abut the money…then let go off that worry for some moment…coz memories are more precious than the money….these days will never come back again…and twenty years from now when you’d look back at the old pictures you’d say, “those were the best days of my life”… so try to make memories now…paise banane ke liye zindagi padi hai…
Well, I did burn few bucks for the trip…but it was worth it…
Assume it this way..
Ticket to Jammu –Rs 350….A cab to Patnitpop- Rs 3500….Stay at a hotel – Rs 900….
Miscellaneous expenses – Rs 200….Eating Maggie with your old school friends on top of a hill station…PRICELESS
There are something money cant buy….for everything else…well, there are parents.. ;)
(SH)IT HAPPENS ONLY IN INDIA
i hate 'em...i hate 'em all....i really hate those abysmal...blood sucking bastards... i hate the system of quota or reservations n people who have made it a part of our wretched up education system.... is merit not good enuf..huh!!! welcum to INDIA- the land of unfair opportunities...
S.C quota, O.B.C quota, women quota, sports quota, army quota,…I mean u just cant ignore them….why just they don’t focus on damn merit??
n guess what??? According to a new law passed by the supreme court…a S.C student cannot be expelled from I.I.T even after failing in exams…
Now maybe I am behaving like a dick right now…but am saying this because I have suffered the prejudice…believe me…its such a pain in ass to see your school mate walk away with admission in the top institution of the country.. just coz he belongs to some stupid S.C or O.B.C quota… yeah, he is the same person who always got poor grades than in you in school, has got the most stupid sense of humor, had all the privileges of life, lost virginity three years ago while you were busy slogging to get into the top notch institution…. You sacrificed everything…but what happens in the end?? The boy with “quota certificate” gets admission…while you are left behind…
Now this is the shit with India…where the deserving always loose out, where sinners are winners…it hurts so much n shatters your confidence…
I mean even after securing good marks in class 12th am stuck here… if I were a S.C candidate I’d hav been studying in SRCC…
Honestly speaking, I don’t think that things are goin to change in the near future…the only advice I can give myself is “keep fighting”…
O I MISS U...
(There is nothing more calming than sitting by my window and watching the rain drops falling on the window panes…I love rain…It reminds me of her)
... some summers are always lonely..
Some winters are always alone..
Still I sit by my window…
Listening to the raindrops…
And I wonder if its raining there..
Where ever you are, I hope you think of me..
..when it’s raining there..
WAITING FOR THE LIGHT
Hmmmm…have you ever wondered why were you born?? The reason of your genesis on this planet…well, I often think about it..and unfortunately I haven’t found the answer yet…The more I try to understand myself, the more I get confused…yeah, I guess am too stupid to know myself..but am not the only one…I know there are millions like me out there in this world…but who cares,huh!!
Even after living for 20 odd years am still a total stranger to myself…I still haven’t figured out what I want from life.. I am a very restless person…I like to engage in some kind of activity… I have varied intrests…I hate the monotony of doing same kinda work over n over again…I cant do a typical 9 to 9 job… I mean there is a part of me that wants to write, a part that wants to create music, a part that wants to see the world, a part that wants to study, a part that wants to paint….so, forcing myself in one kinda activity would kill off large parts off me…that,s why I play guitar, I write poetries, I study a lot, I make sketchings, I cry a lot n I laugh a a lot….in short I do everything I like to keep my mind aloof from the daily shits of life…
But am still haunted by the question, “Who am I”…I have traveled places, I have made some strange decisions (some stupid too), I gave up love, I accepted pain, I asked from fools, I asked from the sages…but none of them seemed to satisfy my heart.
People think they know me but they don’t…They only see what I want them to see…am still waiting for the light of enlightment…
am two person in one..
one happy one sad....
two sides of me..
one mad nd one glad..
there is only one side..
i try to let show....
my feelings inside..
the others dont know...
i m two person in one..
as strange as that sounds..
the real me inside...
no one has found...
DREAMBIG
Three idiots, three fuckin losers…call us whatever u want..I mean me, Nitish n Sabya…The three losers trying to find the meaning of life…we came here to own this city…instead the city owns us more than we own it….
Our life story sometimes remind me of Alok, Hari n Ryan…No, seriously…I mean we are 5 pointers, we all are struggling with our college life…we don’t have girlfrnd..(Nitish being an exception)…We hav loads of ideas without implementation…love has made our life hell…n every moment here reminds us how fucked up our life is…
But I still believe that someday or the other we’ll make it big in our life…the spark may have faded a bit but it’s not extinguished. DREAMBIG is still alive…it will always be alive….
All we need is a little push n we’ll rock it…
DREAMBIG ROX!!!!
KEEP OFF THE GRASS
Just finished reading “keep off the grass” by Karan Bajaj. Now it ain’t a must read novel or a splendid work. Perhaps its more of a Five point someone act on I.I.M’s… still I enjoyed reading this novel…largely coz of its dumbfound protagonist named, Samrat Ratan, an alumni of Yale who returns to study in India at I.I.M Bangalore and in search of his roots…the novel follows his misadventure and his two friends…
Nuthing special about the story…but I relate to it in my own way…I find quite a lot of similarity between me n Samrat…the way he thinks and his confusion about his self identity…reminds me of me. The dilemma faced by him in the story is very much the same that am facing over here in delhi…
Apart from this there is nothing much to boast about the novel…
I guess the author is even more cofused than I am…as Shinie Sarkar says, “its all cosmic conspiracy”…I dunno what conspiracy is waiting for me…
AM DEAD
Phatne waali hai….bahut buri wali…life is screwing me from all the sides…tomorrow is my accounts paper…n I dunno a shit about this paper…am high on intoxicant n I cant remember a word that I hav read…hangover is just not passing…man!! Y in this world did I choose to come to delhi university….somebody please postpone the xams by a week…
mummy bachao!!!!!!
SO CLOSE YET SO FAR AWAY
Am never gonna get you…I know it now…all I know is that you are so close yet so far away…
Through the stars,
Shining in the sky,
I see you everyday,
It seems you are so close,
Yet so far away
Now I walk the streets alone,
Where we used to walk together,
And the whisper through the air says,
Its over,
I once again close my eyes,
And try to see your face,
It seems you are so close,
Yet so far away,
Tears I try to I hide,
Is all frozen inside,
Without your love,
It aint gonna melt away,
Now as I go back to sleep,
I know you will come back in my dreams,
But nothing will change,
You will be so close,
Yet so far away
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