Each day I wake up with an alarm blasting into my ears, each day I grow up with mini-warnings in my head to step ahead in my life, each day I walk through the corridors of my building with worries that can hold me back during the day, each day I work, study and enjoy hoping everything remains the same, each day I go back to sleep with a prayer that have kept me alive for the day and a slight fret that could be possible on the next day and finally, each day I dream about a better day in my sleep. Why?
That is not me; I am referring to whole world citizens. If a person says that I don’t have such worries, yes you don’t, on face but the conscience knows everything. Smidgen of your heart sulks on every petty thing you lose. Now that's just my theory. Brace yourself; I think this is going to be long.
Few weeks back I was traveling in a bus to Pune and this man sitting beside me was speaking with loudest voice in the bus on phone, he was scolding somebody over materials not being delivered to the site for the construction. After all that chaotic conversation, he released a breath from under his nose and looked around. We were startled and sort of intimidated by his nuances. He saw me turning my face from him when hung up the phone, so he started a small talk with me. Small talk involved weather issues, window slider being stuck, etc etc. I was surprised with his tone, since it was very soft. I showed reluctance to speak with him anyway, a stranger is a stranger. Then he went on saying about how he ordered lifts and other home amenities for a project in Pune and lastly revealed the sum of amount invested for such order by his company. I was baffled, at first, but then I came back to senses. One of my relatives is also involved in such businesses, which are acting like a third party for the orders and stuff. One sentence which took me being baffled to empathize to respect was "I order almost for 7-10 crores daily, but (shrugs and smirks at the same time) doesn’t even care to buy myself a shirt or cloth piece for mere 200 bucks". Okay now this guy is not the richest, but he is a decently paid employee of his company, he informs and he have no qualms in spending so much, because he isn’t that thrifty and can give away money to anybody in need. But what the future holds he doesn’t know, hence he chooses to save up for him, his wife and his 2 kids and some fun fortunate world trips and the world, if need be.
Skip reading the Para below if you want, Warning!
Yesterday on my way home, I got into a auto-rickshaw after lot of struggle. Not because there were no rickshaws for the ride but the drivers won’t move the vehicles by orders of their unions. Some kind of strike was going on and rickshawalas had been instructed not to drive them till it is 10 at night. I was blessed in the disguise of this uncle (and yes he was an uncle, old enough and addressed me as beta (their child)). Since he was going against the petition which was passing around for reserved rights for drivers, he was very frustrated by the law and couldn't stop complaining about them. He believed only out country is being affected. I informed him the inflation is everywhere so is this kind of situation, it happens everywhere. However he had his opinion, he went on how the price has increased almost the 10 times for fuels and only 2 times for vegetables. He was of the opinion that farmers are the most affected and we, the educated crowd has a right to earn and how they are not. I tried to pacify him, it is not the case, everybody has their own right et al. He was too opinionated by blindness that the government has put him through, not his fault. Still sympathy beckons to him from me for the awareness he had in mind for people like him and me overall, maturity shows, so the humanity. Because at the end of the day it was for the people, he said and he will do anything for anyone if it is the right thing to do. My point is, he had his worries, but he still felt for the people around and its betterment and I realize this is not a good example for what the topic was of, which I blabbered about for last 5 minutes.
Lesson: Worries are part and parcel of life. Live it and you will enjoy your life. Also, it will make you learn several lessons unknowingly, that’s what the instances above are for.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Shopping is not always a good idea
A friend of mine from Hyderabad is very fond of shopping. Who is not? Many. But most of them are. Oh that girl can give you a headache if you don't allow her to shop compared to, if not allowed to eat for a day. She traveled all the way to Mumbai to shop, even though she was ill and she had to, had to shop. Last time I accompanied her for one such adventure, she went on for 4 to 5 hours straight. I was tired after one, not because I did not have the stamina to walk around but hustled with all the bargaining and the stupid arguments of getting the prices low with embarrassing lines involved which was also secretly entertaining. I could make out that, the shopkeeper won't give in and my friend will not buy anything from there. So that IS a bore.
There is one more friend of mine with similar habits. She just argues with bhaiyya(the shopkeeper) for fun, and when the bhaiyya does not show her the items she asks for, she just calls him Greedy and walks away. I always laugh like a hyena at these situations, to make it more dramatic. I don't like shopping, hence I entertain myself by pointing and making shallow statements when in stores like these. Its plain fun. Shallow statements include using F word with sharp tone as an adjective for every description I/we have for anything available in store, making blanket statements like 'you will look like a s***'(filthy words have a special place) if you wear it, discuss other chicks in the store(yes chicks) about their physical appearances loud enough for them to hear, and point fingers at them and laugh. The last two are rare happenings, but a friend and I have done it several times. Shameless Dirty minds *evil laugh*
I wonder how Sophie Kinsella could write so much about it. Shopping is worthy only if you get to buy things which you really want. After that, its plain sadness. For shopaholics, its the other way round. They become sad if they don't just shop. Be it essential or not. These guys are possible victims of shallow rants. They wouldn't care less. Pathetic writer that I am, I wouldn't go on about how world would have been a better place to live if these shopaholics transferred some of their money into my account and I would have spent it wisely on myself, errrm on them or the world. Well I said it, with loose ends on my writing.
Lesson: Undermining the shopaholics is a bad idea. They have the qualities to know the quantity and quality of the item they are purchasing. No, I don't wish to be them. However it is best to shop for the best than to shop for the rest. Tadas!
There is one more friend of mine with similar habits. She just argues with bhaiyya(the shopkeeper) for fun, and when the bhaiyya does not show her the items she asks for, she just calls him Greedy and walks away. I always laugh like a hyena at these situations, to make it more dramatic. I don't like shopping, hence I entertain myself by pointing and making shallow statements when in stores like these. Its plain fun. Shallow statements include using F word with sharp tone as an adjective for every description I/we have for anything available in store, making blanket statements like 'you will look like a s***'(filthy words have a special place) if you wear it, discuss other chicks in the store(yes chicks) about their physical appearances loud enough for them to hear, and point fingers at them and laugh. The last two are rare happenings, but a friend and I have done it several times. Shameless Dirty minds *evil laugh*
I wonder how Sophie Kinsella could write so much about it. Shopping is worthy only if you get to buy things which you really want. After that, its plain sadness. For shopaholics, its the other way round. They become sad if they don't just shop. Be it essential or not. These guys are possible victims of shallow rants. They wouldn't care less. Pathetic writer that I am, I wouldn't go on about how world would have been a better place to live if these shopaholics transferred some of their money into my account and I would have spent it wisely on myself, errrm on them or the world. Well I said it, with loose ends on my writing.
Lesson: Undermining the shopaholics is a bad idea. They have the qualities to know the quantity and quality of the item they are purchasing. No, I don't wish to be them. However it is best to shop for the best than to shop for the rest. Tadas!
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Patternesque
Lately, I have been seeing a pattern in my daily routine. Won't list it (read embarrassment). Not that earlier I wasn't a follow-the-timetable person, I have always been a routine junkie. Parents appreciate me for once. Friends yell at me for that. One day you find me doing something different than the usual, I may snap at you for asking about it. Not because I hate or dislike that activity(I do nothing which I don't like) but secretly I hate my plans getting ruined. Friends and acquaintances who know me have learned that and some even commented about my discipline towards this subject. Yes, I come across as that strict teacher who will even scold a 1-year-old for petty matters. That was old me. I think I have grown out of that. But the memories and some of the behavior remain. I blame my genes!
Well, my point of thought is stuck on Pattern. Routine being one and I as a sample is a perfect example. But there are many things in day to day life that we avoid or rather don't care to even notice. When you have an idle mind, you do. Your heart pumps blood in equal or irregular intervals. Laundry man counts the clothes he receives, washes/iron them and put them in proper groups nicely folded and clean. That's a pattern my laundry uncle follows and he joyfully discusses it with me because he loves it for the daily bread he earns from this profession. Then, there is Exam pattern. Even though we do not know the questions which are going to be asked, we at least know the pattern, the sequencing, the types in which the questions will be asked and the pattern in which we have to answer. Now there is an altogether concept called not following them, and we abide by it *snort*
Ever seen that chick always wearing only earth colors to her office daily? Or the other mademoiselle who wears only long ethnic skirts with simple t-shirts with beaded accessories to college every day? Or that hunk who prefers wearing a stole even on the hottest day with his neck covered. Yes, those are also a dress pattern for us but for some and all, they maybe trending or trying hard to look good or being comfortable or just plain fashion statements. Again, I am very opinionated about some matters, and this could be one. I have also heard of pattern recognition in the theory of Machine learning, so yes it is not limited to our imagination and papers, but also in-depth matters of science.
As we are speaking about Pattern recognition, there is this book/novel by name 'Pattern Recognition' whose central theme revolves around a female working in a corporate environment who tries to find out patterns in each corporate symbol used in the industry. When I read it first, Cayce was a paranoiac to me. But later I empathized. It is indeed true that every human has a desire to find meaning in everything, even meaningless data surrounding him/her/it (Funny story about the evolution of term IT (for me)) and that was her way to deal with the catastrophes she was going through. Cayce gave me an insight of how deep an individual can think when restless. Even we do that… unknowingly.
And all these above mind processing data of mine started with a simple paani-puri(gol-gappa) snack that I had yesterday evening *eyerolls* I couldn't stop thinking how that small boy handled so many customers with a simple pattern of counting from 1 to 6 to cater them. Well, Paani-puri was yummmm! :D
Lesson: Don't ever over think. See what I got you because of that. Agony!
*secretly dances*
Well, my point of thought is stuck on Pattern. Routine being one and I as a sample is a perfect example. But there are many things in day to day life that we avoid or rather don't care to even notice. When you have an idle mind, you do. Your heart pumps blood in equal or irregular intervals. Laundry man counts the clothes he receives, washes/iron them and put them in proper groups nicely folded and clean. That's a pattern my laundry uncle follows and he joyfully discusses it with me because he loves it for the daily bread he earns from this profession. Then, there is Exam pattern. Even though we do not know the questions which are going to be asked, we at least know the pattern, the sequencing, the types in which the questions will be asked and the pattern in which we have to answer. Now there is an altogether concept called not following them, and we abide by it *snort*
Ever seen that chick always wearing only earth colors to her office daily? Or the other mademoiselle who wears only long ethnic skirts with simple t-shirts with beaded accessories to college every day? Or that hunk who prefers wearing a stole even on the hottest day with his neck covered. Yes, those are also a dress pattern for us but for some and all, they maybe trending or trying hard to look good or being comfortable or just plain fashion statements. Again, I am very opinionated about some matters, and this could be one. I have also heard of pattern recognition in the theory of Machine learning, so yes it is not limited to our imagination and papers, but also in-depth matters of science.
As we are speaking about Pattern recognition, there is this book/novel by name 'Pattern Recognition' whose central theme revolves around a female working in a corporate environment who tries to find out patterns in each corporate symbol used in the industry. When I read it first, Cayce was a paranoiac to me. But later I empathized. It is indeed true that every human has a desire to find meaning in everything, even meaningless data surrounding him/her/it (Funny story about the evolution of term IT (for me)) and that was her way to deal with the catastrophes she was going through. Cayce gave me an insight of how deep an individual can think when restless. Even we do that… unknowingly.
And all these above mind processing data of mine started with a simple paani-puri(gol-gappa) snack that I had yesterday evening *eyerolls* I couldn't stop thinking how that small boy handled so many customers with a simple pattern of counting from 1 to 6 to cater them. Well, Paani-puri was yummmm! :D
Lesson: Don't ever over think. See what I got you because of that. Agony!
*secretly dances*
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Le decisioni confuse
Bhaiya, Show me that dress please. No, not that one. Bhaiya, the one which is hanging on the second upper line and is placed third last, just beside the red dress. Yes, yes that one. Nooo, it isn't that great. Bhaiya, please show that one which is on the extreme right there. Yea, that one. Nooo, the material is lucid, I won't wear that. Bhaiya, that green T. Nooo, I don't like this either. Let's go to the next shop(without looking behind at the bhaiya, bhaiya is sad and trying to convince the ladies at the same time about other available options)
This is a common scenario which you will get to see in any Indian cloth market. The panache with which these ladies enter the shop and leave without buying is incredibly smart and disgusting at the same. It is difficult to stand these women, honestly. Dude, you waste so much time of yours and those men/women selling it. Okay, before one jumps to conclusion that choice is important and selection should be unique and stuff. Even I do that. But I don't go harassing those men to let down all that items of theirs on the selling table(so I call it) and leave it all scattered inside the shop(I don't expect them to help them fold it and all). Now, why the hell am I defending myself? *protruding eyes and then rolls* Well, my point was, Decisions! Is it really difficult to make up a decision?
Decision-making was never an impediment for me. Since we are talking about clothes, my sister is one confused soul. She likes everything and anything in a boutique. Generally I accompany her to these places and as always, there will be numerous choices she comes up with and I would be like this one, hands down and done and we are zooooom out of that place. That quick! This is not restricted to clothes and non-living things as such. I always knew what to decide on if given a choice. Lately, or maybe in intervals for few years now, this hasn't been the case. I blame hormones a bit. But I have my brains which I think is immune-free of this drama.
Decision-making is a great deal. So says the behavioral training in a corporate environment and also at home in more spiritual familial way. It is an Art, sure, tell me about it! If Decision making is an art, my dosas always almost being in doordarshan-shape is also is. Incomparable, but true. Ghanta, Decision-making is not easy especially if it is affecting your brain and soul ethically in multiple ways. World call it ethical dilemma, we call it Lag gayi hai yaar. Ethical dilemma is a known phenomena and I will not do justice if it is defined in an inappropriate way. Google :-). Most of the time, if one faces such issues, that person sinks in depression for a while, maybe a virtual one but he/she does. And when he/she comes out of it, the joy can be seen in their eyes fluttering like those lovely butterflies. Well, it is not always true, dilemma-escape sounds normal, but ethical dilemma isn't. The guilt remains, whatever you do. I have dealt with such kind dilemmas many a times, and as I remember it, I have always gotten a middle way out. Everyone is happy.
Lesson: Decision-making is certainly not easy all the time or most of the times. But if you find it difficult, look at the circumstances, list down pros and cons if you want to and then go ahead *Yes. The Gyan* Works in any situation, trust me!
This is a common scenario which you will get to see in any Indian cloth market. The panache with which these ladies enter the shop and leave without buying is incredibly smart and disgusting at the same. It is difficult to stand these women, honestly. Dude, you waste so much time of yours and those men/women selling it. Okay, before one jumps to conclusion that choice is important and selection should be unique and stuff. Even I do that. But I don't go harassing those men to let down all that items of theirs on the selling table(so I call it) and leave it all scattered inside the shop(I don't expect them to help them fold it and all). Now, why the hell am I defending myself? *protruding eyes and then rolls* Well, my point was, Decisions! Is it really difficult to make up a decision?
Decision-making was never an impediment for me. Since we are talking about clothes, my sister is one confused soul. She likes everything and anything in a boutique. Generally I accompany her to these places and as always, there will be numerous choices she comes up with and I would be like this one, hands down and done and we are zooooom out of that place. That quick! This is not restricted to clothes and non-living things as such. I always knew what to decide on if given a choice. Lately, or maybe in intervals for few years now, this hasn't been the case. I blame hormones a bit. But I have my brains which I think is immune-free of this drama.
Decision-making is a great deal. So says the behavioral training in a corporate environment and also at home in more spiritual familial way. It is an Art, sure, tell me about it! If Decision making is an art, my dosas always almost being in doordarshan-shape is also is. Incomparable, but true. Ghanta, Decision-making is not easy especially if it is affecting your brain and soul ethically in multiple ways. World call it ethical dilemma, we call it Lag gayi hai yaar. Ethical dilemma is a known phenomena and I will not do justice if it is defined in an inappropriate way. Google :-). Most of the time, if one faces such issues, that person sinks in depression for a while, maybe a virtual one but he/she does. And when he/she comes out of it, the joy can be seen in their eyes fluttering like those lovely butterflies. Well, it is not always true, dilemma-escape sounds normal, but ethical dilemma isn't. The guilt remains, whatever you do. I have dealt with such kind dilemmas many a times, and as I remember it, I have always gotten a middle way out. Everyone is happy.
Lesson: Decision-making is certainly not easy all the time or most of the times. But if you find it difficult, look at the circumstances, list down pros and cons if you want to and then go ahead *Yes. The Gyan* Works in any situation, trust me!
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Unneccessary roughness of thoughts
There are many things in our day-to-day life that we love talking about, avoid talking about and just Not talk at all. Well for that last category of us, I would only say get a life, dude! Some days, even I end up quoting the same sarcastic lines to myself.
It is strange how people can think of themselves as. Some just don't want to identify as someone, some can't stop blabbering about what they are and what they want or what they wish for and there are some who just neglect some facts they would like to choose and proceed ahead, I'd call them wanderers. It is this thin line of thinking that decide who we are for the outside world. A person with absolute ideas about himself can end up shadowing another personality. Why? Even I do not know. I am not some gyaani but a good observer to say so. The situations like these make an individual either strong or weak. Mind you, not a single person in this world can be underestimated by his weaknesses or overestimated by his strengths and vice-versa. It is his quality of weaknesses or strengths that makes him the man of his willingness and a person with better lessons.
Yes, the day today is way philosophical than anyone thought.
A close friend of mine is very habituated in sharing her whole day's routine. Some days, she just doesn't speak to me. I ask her if anything is wrong or something happened at her workplace or in class. She says no. I got worried the first time. But then the next day, she was her chirpy self again, with an open pandora box. I do not ask her about yesterday, neither does she mention it. Few days later, I ask her with little hesitance with twisted lines. She was all jolly and tell me that it was just her mood that swings and in fact in turn scolds me for asking such stupid things. She went on saying that I am the same. I had no words so I kept quiet and made a dig-in through my inner self. Really? I behave that way? Yes, came the answer.
I kept thinking of many things revolving around this simple yet intriguing fact about changing moods and especially around my loved ones. Only one answer. Comfort-ability. Yes, only that. It is not very difficult to understand that being relaxed and calm before a loved one and a stranger is different. You already have an answer to this and hence I will leave it at that.
Lesson: Cloud of thoughts are dangerous sometimes, but when it rains it is fatal. Did you understand? no? yes? let it be.
P.S. In my entire journey of thoughts above, I never thought what it will be at the end, but all I feel now is "I don't know why i wrote that". Anyway, enjoy peeps!
It is strange how people can think of themselves as. Some just don't want to identify as someone, some can't stop blabbering about what they are and what they want or what they wish for and there are some who just neglect some facts they would like to choose and proceed ahead, I'd call them wanderers. It is this thin line of thinking that decide who we are for the outside world. A person with absolute ideas about himself can end up shadowing another personality. Why? Even I do not know. I am not some gyaani but a good observer to say so. The situations like these make an individual either strong or weak. Mind you, not a single person in this world can be underestimated by his weaknesses or overestimated by his strengths and vice-versa. It is his quality of weaknesses or strengths that makes him the man of his willingness and a person with better lessons.
Yes, the day today is way philosophical than anyone thought.
A close friend of mine is very habituated in sharing her whole day's routine. Some days, she just doesn't speak to me. I ask her if anything is wrong or something happened at her workplace or in class. She says no. I got worried the first time. But then the next day, she was her chirpy self again, with an open pandora box. I do not ask her about yesterday, neither does she mention it. Few days later, I ask her with little hesitance with twisted lines. She was all jolly and tell me that it was just her mood that swings and in fact in turn scolds me for asking such stupid things. She went on saying that I am the same. I had no words so I kept quiet and made a dig-in through my inner self. Really? I behave that way? Yes, came the answer.
I kept thinking of many things revolving around this simple yet intriguing fact about changing moods and especially around my loved ones. Only one answer. Comfort-ability. Yes, only that. It is not very difficult to understand that being relaxed and calm before a loved one and a stranger is different. You already have an answer to this and hence I will leave it at that.
Lesson: Cloud of thoughts are dangerous sometimes, but when it rains it is fatal. Did you understand? no? yes? let it be.
P.S. In my entire journey of thoughts above, I never thought what it will be at the end, but all I feel now is "I don't know why i wrote that". Anyway, enjoy peeps!
Monday, November 21, 2011
Reverse Gear-u
Everybody is obsessed with Why this Kolaveri Song, So am I. I am also an average Jane with similar junta likings.
What I don't understand is, it is for a woman sung by a man, drunk man about his heartbreak and there is not revert to that. Well, this is the pit-stop, I have all the answers to this song *evil-laugh*. I know, too much! I won't write it. Not because I can't, because there will be much better versions of what I could have possibly written.
There are many songs which is crooning in my mind, but on top of that there is this idea which is been brewing all through yesterday afternoon and then evening and thankfully, it did Not disturb my sleep at night. I want to make a Movie-u! Yes, I do. Perfect source of connection, my ever-talented sister. But she's got her exams :- Not that, without her I cannot start with the movie, but I need people, I can't direct myself for the whole movie. Having a Mass Media related subject as part of your college curriculum is a big thing. I wonder, if we had Mass media as one of the elective subjects in school instead of library or PT or EVS, that would have done good to us in terms of distractions and interests bind-ed together. I mean, agree that all those subjects are important, but we learn that anyway and their repercussions only when we live it and not by perusal knowledge. For me, since I did not touch it and my sister did, I am super-jealous for once-u and to my dismay-u, she enjoys my green face-u.
So, in the meanwhile, I thought of writing a script for the same. It did not go well considering the fact that normally a filmmaker cum director cum story-writer first comes up with an idea of a story or narration or topic to the least and then the movie. I am taking the reverse gear-u. Generally, when I laze around, I have so many things in mind which can be easily woven into a story. Which won't make sense. Which will be pathetic and boring. Which will be appreciated only by my parents for the effort I took and will whisper to each other behind my back that what have they done wrong to raise this non-sensible child. Which will make my sister grin with that wickedness of hers. There are bigger issues, I tout this as one-u.
As I was speaking with my project manager, meri dimaag ki batti jali and all of a sudden, I have an awesome idea with my mouth open and shock-thrilled eyes. She gave me an "are-you-okay" look and I responded with a mild obedient smile that I understood everything. Ghanta, I understood anything. Everybody who works in corporate world must be aware of the knowings-so-little theory. I started out with some other speculating theory of being all perfect at job, but no use, I ended being like those jerks. Yes, jerks-u. Well the bottom line is, I have got a story in hand ready to be woven into a screenplay now, "yayy me"!
Also, Wonders "Kitna din yeh natak chalega" and I will actually move my arse to make that movie. Motivation baba ki Jai!
Lesson: Try being less expressive in front of people who are not really concerned with your inner ambitions. Sometimes it helps or sometimes it doesn't! This statement is proving to be my next discussion point, til then toodles! :D
What I don't understand is, it is for a woman sung by a man, drunk man about his heartbreak and there is not revert to that. Well, this is the pit-stop, I have all the answers to this song *evil-laugh*. I know, too much! I won't write it. Not because I can't, because there will be much better versions of what I could have possibly written.
There are many songs which is crooning in my mind, but on top of that there is this idea which is been brewing all through yesterday afternoon and then evening and thankfully, it did Not disturb my sleep at night. I want to make a Movie-u! Yes, I do. Perfect source of connection, my ever-talented sister. But she's got her exams :- Not that, without her I cannot start with the movie, but I need people, I can't direct myself for the whole movie. Having a Mass Media related subject as part of your college curriculum is a big thing. I wonder, if we had Mass media as one of the elective subjects in school instead of library or PT or EVS, that would have done good to us in terms of distractions and interests bind-ed together. I mean, agree that all those subjects are important, but we learn that anyway and their repercussions only when we live it and not by perusal knowledge. For me, since I did not touch it and my sister did, I am super-jealous for once-u and to my dismay-u, she enjoys my green face-u.
So, in the meanwhile, I thought of writing a script for the same. It did not go well considering the fact that normally a filmmaker cum director cum story-writer first comes up with an idea of a story or narration or topic to the least and then the movie. I am taking the reverse gear-u. Generally, when I laze around, I have so many things in mind which can be easily woven into a story. Which won't make sense. Which will be pathetic and boring. Which will be appreciated only by my parents for the effort I took and will whisper to each other behind my back that what have they done wrong to raise this non-sensible child. Which will make my sister grin with that wickedness of hers. There are bigger issues, I tout this as one-u.
As I was speaking with my project manager, meri dimaag ki batti jali and all of a sudden, I have an awesome idea with my mouth open and shock-thrilled eyes. She gave me an "are-you-okay" look and I responded with a mild obedient smile that I understood everything. Ghanta, I understood anything. Everybody who works in corporate world must be aware of the knowings-so-little theory. I started out with some other speculating theory of being all perfect at job, but no use, I ended being like those jerks. Yes, jerks-u. Well the bottom line is, I have got a story in hand ready to be woven into a screenplay now, "yayy me"!
Also, Wonders "Kitna din yeh natak chalega" and I will actually move my arse to make that movie. Motivation baba ki Jai!
Lesson: Try being less expressive in front of people who are not really concerned with your inner ambitions. Sometimes it helps or sometimes it doesn't! This statement is proving to be my next discussion point, til then toodles! :D
Friday, November 18, 2011
Crib - Blah Blah
A friend tells me, It is simply difficult to woo my girlfriend. Oh C'mon, she is your girlfriend, what else do you need. Now the next question, she doesn't give me attention the way I do, I say you are thinking too much, give her some space dude! and the Next, what if she looses interest in me, I say if she really likes you or loves you, she won't leave you unless you screw things up first. Next, how would I know if it is real, I say, You just Know, How would I know(disgusting tone!) Stop trying so Hard, you men!
I don't want to give competition to some kind of misogynous movement, this happens with men too. Poor men. Somehow I pity men more than women. Women has this nonchalant quality of putting everything on her stride and making it work well for herself. We are so mean sometimes. I get it. But it does not even closely relate to things man can do to women emotionally.
I also understand the several debates which one has been through has always stroked the subject why a woman is more fragile when it comes to strength and why man is when it is about emotional matters. Let me tell you ladies, man has a heart and they love you, It is you who misuse it. Ledas(yes, gentlemen, I am talking to you) that girl you like is of opposite gender, she has to react differently than you, you don't want to be brothers, do you?
I understand the disparity amongst the Men and Women or Girls or Boys, whichever you feel comfortable to address it as. Still there is always cribbing about each and everything they feel about. If there is distinguishable factor, one should show it. You must be knowing, all of us have a girl and boy, both in you, not the parts, but the feel and the behavior. So utilize it. Do some Anulomvilom and stop cribbing!
I am in a phase where I have no work. I crib. Then I crib about cribbing. Then comes cribbing the crib out of crib, that's what I follow it up with. Yes, I just did that for some cribber who was trying get the crib out of me. Now everything sounds simple non-sense.
This post is small, Thank me!
Lesson: Think like an individual. More like putting yourself in other shoes, it will help you in long run, trust me!
and then Man-Woman war and decry is not something that is going to end and we would not want it to end, so Enjoy :D
I don't want to give competition to some kind of misogynous movement, this happens with men too. Poor men. Somehow I pity men more than women. Women has this nonchalant quality of putting everything on her stride and making it work well for herself. We are so mean sometimes. I get it. But it does not even closely relate to things man can do to women emotionally.
I also understand the several debates which one has been through has always stroked the subject why a woman is more fragile when it comes to strength and why man is when it is about emotional matters. Let me tell you ladies, man has a heart and they love you, It is you who misuse it. Ledas(yes, gentlemen, I am talking to you) that girl you like is of opposite gender, she has to react differently than you, you don't want to be brothers, do you?
I understand the disparity amongst the Men and Women or Girls or Boys, whichever you feel comfortable to address it as. Still there is always cribbing about each and everything they feel about. If there is distinguishable factor, one should show it. You must be knowing, all of us have a girl and boy, both in you, not the parts, but the feel and the behavior. So utilize it. Do some Anulomvilom and stop cribbing!
I am in a phase where I have no work. I crib. Then I crib about cribbing. Then comes cribbing the crib out of crib, that's what I follow it up with. Yes, I just did that for some cribber who was trying get the crib out of me. Now everything sounds simple non-sense.
This post is small, Thank me!
Lesson: Think like an individual. More like putting yourself in other shoes, it will help you in long run, trust me!
and then Man-Woman war and decry is not something that is going to end and we would not want it to end, so Enjoy :D
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Need or Want, choose one!
When I was born, I watched my doctor pulling me out of my Mom's womb with such difficulty. Her forehead frown was so evident to my twinkly eyes that it gave me concussion. Right there I knew, my life will be difficult. At least for others around, if not me.
Now where am I getting at? I know it may seem out of context if I say I want to have brownies Now! For you, it may mean - wow, what a idea, can I join in, Brownies sounds so ummm tasty with those walnuts and chocolate sauce dripping. I know brownies are not made and presented in this manner but I would like to imagine it that way considering I like to keep the layers dry when I bake and I don't like to eat them. Exactly, I don't like it, but I want to have it! See!
People tend to forget that there are species other than theirs and every species has their own junk of requirement. By species, I don't mean just human, it's their habits and their fit-in circles and by junk, I mean things which are wanted, not needed and that's where my thoughts are stuck today. It kills me when those rich kids buy stuffs which are not even close to their liking, but buy just for trends. Well again, it is their lookout. Their parents lookout. Their banks and its balances' lookout. However there are cases when the want to do something is very behavioral and more emotionally-forced out of restlessness of the human body, mind and insecurity.
The other day while I was travelling in the train, this lady picked up a fight against me just for the sake of it. It will be wrong of me to say I did not do any wrong, I just stamped on her leg and pushed her a bit so that I can get down on the next approaching station. But her point of screaming at me with all the maharashtrian abusive words ever known to bayakos and half-not-known words were intimidating. Apparently she was trying to get her mind cleansed, by doing that, she was extricating all the negative vibes, I assumed. So I kept quite and after a while, she was silent as well and I could see a sighing relief on her face. Because, pointing out mistakes and preaching about it is easier than to correct them in an efficient way. I find myself a hero here :D It could also mean that she was irritated my me and thought I was useless to hear those rants. Jokes apart(if there was any), the point is expelling those emotions gave her mind some calmness, if not, I choose to believe that.
My mind is torn apart and my thoughts along with the examples are scattered today. This post brings me to nothing but just few things I would want to change in this world, that is Nothing. It is very humane, I would simply say.
Lesson: How-Ever we differentiate Need and Want, there is at least one intersecting point for every damn business in this world.
BTW, the first statement is for the complex thoughts that I have and how I put that across for people like you. Enjoy! *sprints to long lost island*
Now where am I getting at? I know it may seem out of context if I say I want to have brownies Now! For you, it may mean - wow, what a idea, can I join in, Brownies sounds so ummm tasty with those walnuts and chocolate sauce dripping. I know brownies are not made and presented in this manner but I would like to imagine it that way considering I like to keep the layers dry when I bake and I don't like to eat them. Exactly, I don't like it, but I want to have it! See!
People tend to forget that there are species other than theirs and every species has their own junk of requirement. By species, I don't mean just human, it's their habits and their fit-in circles and by junk, I mean things which are wanted, not needed and that's where my thoughts are stuck today. It kills me when those rich kids buy stuffs which are not even close to their liking, but buy just for trends. Well again, it is their lookout. Their parents lookout. Their banks and its balances' lookout. However there are cases when the want to do something is very behavioral and more emotionally-forced out of restlessness of the human body, mind and insecurity.
The other day while I was travelling in the train, this lady picked up a fight against me just for the sake of it. It will be wrong of me to say I did not do any wrong, I just stamped on her leg and pushed her a bit so that I can get down on the next approaching station. But her point of screaming at me with all the maharashtrian abusive words ever known to bayakos and half-not-known words were intimidating. Apparently she was trying to get her mind cleansed, by doing that, she was extricating all the negative vibes, I assumed. So I kept quite and after a while, she was silent as well and I could see a sighing relief on her face. Because, pointing out mistakes and preaching about it is easier than to correct them in an efficient way. I find myself a hero here :D It could also mean that she was irritated my me and thought I was useless to hear those rants. Jokes apart(if there was any), the point is expelling those emotions gave her mind some calmness, if not, I choose to believe that.
My mind is torn apart and my thoughts along with the examples are scattered today. This post brings me to nothing but just few things I would want to change in this world, that is Nothing. It is very humane, I would simply say.
Lesson: How-Ever we differentiate Need and Want, there is at least one intersecting point for every damn business in this world.
BTW, the first statement is for the complex thoughts that I have and how I put that across for people like you. Enjoy! *sprints to long lost island*
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
My Theories and their unusual progressions
Hypothetical theories that I invent are beyond anybody's imaginations. The moment I say it, people pounce on with contradicts and their debate points. I just make a passe by saying "To each, his or her opinion" and I am done! :) Isn't that sweet!
Some of the characteristics in man as a social animal (which we term it as, conveniently, Yes, I have an argument there) is unbelievably rhetorical.
One can be insane to the core, not just by the way one thinks, which is acceptable but also the way one reacts to a situation. Totally understandable if someone comes and tell me, lets kill that tower standing there so that we can see some electric jitters flowing out and we have some spectacular view, but if you come along and tell me, that lets kill that tower so that we don't have the light for eternity, that is insane. I know, there is at least one person who is reading this has an argument and want to beat me up, but that is how it is. To each, his or her opinion *tongue-swagging*
Most of times, I think the smileys or emoticons which we use are just a substitute for whatever we want to avoid saying it loud or not telling at all. Most of you will agree that you and I don't reply to some questions just to avoid that big serious or sometimes lame conversations. Most of you will also agree that, by doing this, you are hurting the opposite person and if that opposite guy or girl understands what you are doing there, you feel sad and you have that undesired conversation. Poor you! Most of you will disagree with what I convey here, just to make sure that you have a point too. Again, completely acceptable and To each, his or her thoughts.
Yesterday, I made a new theory with a statement that one who hasn't smoked yet(as they claim), smokes at least once in a lifetime. Now, this was offending to people who think they don't and will never touch the cigarette or weed or whatever. They say I cant even breathe when I am around the smokers. Hello! you just smoked while you were trying hard to breathe. One fails to understand that passive smoking is unavoidable and you have been or will be a smoker at least once in your lifetime, because last time I checked 25-30% of the world population smokes and you cannot be that aloof to be not around them for at least once. You agree or not, To each, his or her opinion.
Man is a social animal, bullshit! We want to be, hence we are being that character-proven animal. Being an animal, I agree, ancestors ki Jai Ho! I have never felt we were a "social" animal. I will put it as it is what we want to believe and to be fitted in any circles. I sometimes choose to be introvert, which is also socially acceptable, as far as my social abilities to bond go. There I said it, "socially acceptable". Contradictory statements, eh? Yes, I choose to say it that way and anyway, it is To each, his or her opinion.
I would have loved to narrate a story to elaborate my first statement. However, it will be very delirious of me to dissolve that statement that cool-ly (I am being stoopid today, quite judgemental per say). I have many more things touted as hypothetical unrelying theories , more practically inclined. If I start that, I don't want you to break our friendship or have you done it already *runs away*
I am short of words today and I write all my piece of chunk in 15 minutes, everything else remains in the cloud of thought which I think about during the remaining part of the day and don't care about coming back and logging it here with corrections. I assume, its understandable. So here it is, one more debate point without a complete note of a certain reference.
Lesson: I blabber out of topic a lot and be eccentric at the same time. Note to myself - dude, keep it short!
Next time onwards, with "To each, his or her opinion", I am contemplating on including Conditions Apply with a "*" :D
Some of the characteristics in man as a social animal (which we term it as, conveniently, Yes, I have an argument there) is unbelievably rhetorical.
One can be insane to the core, not just by the way one thinks, which is acceptable but also the way one reacts to a situation. Totally understandable if someone comes and tell me, lets kill that tower standing there so that we can see some electric jitters flowing out and we have some spectacular view, but if you come along and tell me, that lets kill that tower so that we don't have the light for eternity, that is insane. I know, there is at least one person who is reading this has an argument and want to beat me up, but that is how it is. To each, his or her opinion *tongue-swagging*
Most of times, I think the smileys or emoticons which we use are just a substitute for whatever we want to avoid saying it loud or not telling at all. Most of you will agree that you and I don't reply to some questions just to avoid that big serious or sometimes lame conversations. Most of you will also agree that, by doing this, you are hurting the opposite person and if that opposite guy or girl understands what you are doing there, you feel sad and you have that undesired conversation. Poor you! Most of you will disagree with what I convey here, just to make sure that you have a point too. Again, completely acceptable and To each, his or her thoughts.
Yesterday, I made a new theory with a statement that one who hasn't smoked yet(as they claim), smokes at least once in a lifetime. Now, this was offending to people who think they don't and will never touch the cigarette or weed or whatever. They say I cant even breathe when I am around the smokers. Hello! you just smoked while you were trying hard to breathe. One fails to understand that passive smoking is unavoidable and you have been or will be a smoker at least once in your lifetime, because last time I checked 25-30% of the world population smokes and you cannot be that aloof to be not around them for at least once. You agree or not, To each, his or her opinion.
Man is a social animal, bullshit! We want to be, hence we are being that character-proven animal. Being an animal, I agree, ancestors ki Jai Ho! I have never felt we were a "social" animal. I will put it as it is what we want to believe and to be fitted in any circles. I sometimes choose to be introvert, which is also socially acceptable, as far as my social abilities to bond go. There I said it, "socially acceptable". Contradictory statements, eh? Yes, I choose to say it that way and anyway, it is To each, his or her opinion.
I would have loved to narrate a story to elaborate my first statement. However, it will be very delirious of me to dissolve that statement that cool-ly (I am being stoopid today, quite judgemental per say). I have many more things touted as hypothetical unrelying theories , more practically inclined. If I start that, I don't want you to break our friendship or have you done it already *runs away*
I am short of words today and I write all my piece of chunk in 15 minutes, everything else remains in the cloud of thought which I think about during the remaining part of the day and don't care about coming back and logging it here with corrections. I assume, its understandable. So here it is, one more debate point without a complete note of a certain reference.
Lesson: I blabber out of topic a lot and be eccentric at the same time. Note to myself - dude, keep it short!
Next time onwards, with "To each, his or her opinion", I am contemplating on including Conditions Apply with a "*" :D
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Usual Non-sense
Now this is something unexpected. I dont even open my diary this often. It is an altogether different matter that, I dont carry my notes and notepad to work. Today is something different. I will talk about all the wierdness I went through last week. I quoted last week, I am a lady with few words, so I will stick to it.
Firstly, Deadly start of the week it was. I forgot to carry my cellphone and the so-called novellas of mine. There's an entry of the encounter here on the blog. Nevertheless, it was stupid of me.
Secondly, EC is getting un-populated with no spammers and there is a paradise altogether for that on FB. Need a stat, No.
Thirdly, Super fun speaking to unlikely people who share almost the same dream as I do. Added to that, no one is nerd as the stereotype goes.
Fourth, I lost my sense of humor somewhere last week. Frankly, I dont even have a H of humour in me, but dry humor is always a good companion to keep your mind busy when idle. Point to be noted, I am boring like a pebble on the shore.
Fifth, Roaming and chitchatting with ex-roomies and friends was some kinda rejuvenation, I must say.
Sixth, I am obsessing over numbers. See the pattern above. Since the realization took over, I wont number but just note it down.
I think I have started having dementia. Only because, I am just talking about myself today, and forgot I have people around. What happened to the world, dude and duddettes!
Correction, Selfish that I have become!
Edit: This was added when blogger was not accepting the HTML tags. Normally, investigation is the first thing that I do, however today, I am just pushing the button to make it happen magically and get it posted on its own :|
Lesson: Stop overthinking and being selfish and get back to work, moron!
I so feel this piece of chunk is a waste. I blame, Wuthering heights :|
Firstly, Deadly start of the week it was. I forgot to carry my cellphone and the so-called novellas of mine. There's an entry of the encounter here on the blog. Nevertheless, it was stupid of me.
Secondly, EC is getting un-populated with no spammers and there is a paradise altogether for that on FB. Need a stat, No.
Thirdly, Super fun speaking to unlikely people who share almost the same dream as I do. Added to that, no one is nerd as the stereotype goes.
Fourth, I lost my sense of humor somewhere last week. Frankly, I dont even have a H of humour in me, but dry humor is always a good companion to keep your mind busy when idle. Point to be noted, I am boring like a pebble on the shore.
Fifth, Roaming and chitchatting with ex-roomies and friends was some kinda rejuvenation, I must say.
Sixth, I am obsessing over numbers. See the pattern above. Since the realization took over, I wont number but just note it down.
I think I have started having dementia. Only because, I am just talking about myself today, and forgot I have people around. What happened to the world, dude and duddettes!
Correction, Selfish that I have become!
Edit: This was added when blogger was not accepting the HTML tags. Normally, investigation is the first thing that I do, however today, I am just pushing the button to make it happen magically and get it posted on its own :|
Lesson: Stop overthinking and being selfish and get back to work, moron!
I so feel this piece of chunk is a waste. I blame, Wuthering heights :|
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Yes, It is the straightface day today
Ohh well, no special occasion to write. But let me tell you, one can be handicapped even with all that body parts intact at their correct places.
See, now the above line can be offensive to you considering the shallowness in me today. But if you are a light reader, you must have already given a passe! or not! your take :)
I am used to using all kind of webpages(except ahem ahem if any and before you think, how cheap this lady is, I mean torrent sites for good A-grade movies to download, which throws every kind of viruses when you access it) on my cellphone using mobile internet. At my workplace, there is this stupid firewall(for a good reason) which doesn't allow me to access the time-pass sites of the day. The time -pass sites include the ever-inclusive Facebook, twitter(recent fascination), gmail and yahoo accounts for mail and accounts purposes and the random surfing to read.
I have this tendency to work like bafoon, finish the work well before deadline and I have lot of time to spare. In general scenario, I would have carried some book to read if not my cellphone. But today is not that day. I am so missing my cellphone and most importantly its GPRS services to me *sob sob* (forgot to take it with me today while coming to work btw)
I am so distressed right now that I can kill anybody. But I won't get time to hide the body(read intermittent work).
I am so handicapped that I have sixth sense now, I can hear voices when a pin drops or even simple folding of a paper.
I am so bored that I am trying to do other's job here in office without even knowing their exact requirement (Those guys better appreciate me)
I am so into my sixth sense drama now that I am beginning to think I can hear others' mind(too far-fetched, I know!)
I am so futile without my phone that I think I can do better things in life like clean the ceiling above me even it is spic and span( and by the way, it is the cleaning services name who works for my company)
I am so idle by mind right now that I am having new concerns of me being morbidly obese even it weren't true.
I am so not full of thoughts today so I'd rather blabber but people may think I am mad, So I ll be a good girl and sit quiet.
I am so non-trivial for myself today, in short!
Wake me someone! Bat me! or Best, Entertain me someone.
Lesson: Hope this doesn't happen with you, Amen!
The actual lesson is never forget your essential better halves anywhere anytime, you may loose yourself.
See, now the above line can be offensive to you considering the shallowness in me today. But if you are a light reader, you must have already given a passe! or not! your take :)
I am used to using all kind of webpages(except ahem ahem if any and before you think, how cheap this lady is, I mean torrent sites for good A-grade movies to download, which throws every kind of viruses when you access it) on my cellphone using mobile internet. At my workplace, there is this stupid firewall(for a good reason) which doesn't allow me to access the time-pass sites of the day. The time -pass sites include the ever-inclusive Facebook, twitter(recent fascination), gmail and yahoo accounts for mail and accounts purposes and the random surfing to read.
I have this tendency to work like bafoon, finish the work well before deadline and I have lot of time to spare. In general scenario, I would have carried some book to read if not my cellphone. But today is not that day. I am so missing my cellphone and most importantly its GPRS services to me *sob sob* (forgot to take it with me today while coming to work btw)
I am so distressed right now that I can kill anybody. But I won't get time to hide the body(read intermittent work).
I am so handicapped that I have sixth sense now, I can hear voices when a pin drops or even simple folding of a paper.
I am so bored that I am trying to do other's job here in office without even knowing their exact requirement (Those guys better appreciate me)
I am so into my sixth sense drama now that I am beginning to think I can hear others' mind(too far-fetched, I know!)
I am so futile without my phone that I think I can do better things in life like clean the ceiling above me even it is spic and span( and by the way, it is the cleaning services name who works for my company)
I am so idle by mind right now that I am having new concerns of me being morbidly obese even it weren't true.
I am so not full of thoughts today so I'd rather blabber but people may think I am mad, So I ll be a good girl and sit quiet.
I am so non-trivial for myself today, in short!
Wake me someone! Bat me! or Best, Entertain me someone.
Lesson: Hope this doesn't happen with you, Amen!
The actual lesson is never forget your essential better halves anywhere anytime, you may loose yourself.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Wandering expereinces, Running thoughts
Before I move on from the reek memories of what the last week’s whole journey made me notice and think for at least 5 minutes like Earth stand stood still.
Before you read through, I want to make sure that you understand my illegitimate language. I speak non-sense most of the times, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise or as part of criticism.
Before you make any judgments, let me be clear that I am not a very patriotic person. I love my country but the thought of dying for the country never appealed to me. So here I am, loving the diversity in my country like you love the different flavors in the ice-cream.
Farce is a word of I’d prefer to use for describe my last outdoor. To start with, I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to visit Mount Abu after years of petty fights with my parents to have the Abu breeze run though my face. Last week was nothing unoriginal because my Fam and I are great fans of adventures. We are like those spontaneous wild couples who’d like to make love in any damn place when the urge is in(Since I know, my parents will not be interested in reading my stories on pages like these, instead hear it from me). I leave the Mount Abu part aside. It was fun to be there, proper hill station n sorts. What makes me mention this place are the Gujaratis, let’s call me GJs urf Gujjus. They were all over the place. I was going to Ahmedabad after that. So I wasn’t really expecting this major company in advance. All I could hear was constant blabbering with “che”s at the end of each sentence. My dad is fluent is Gujarati, so he also joined them and irritated me. I don’t get irritated soon for that matter, don’t pester, you are safe!
10 reasons and facts combined that surprised, amazed and disgusted me at various times being in these two places.
1. GJs = chappad-chappad. If you find any gujju group with no loud discussion, I ll buy you a car. That’s all I can afford for now.
2. GJs’ mind = Only khaanapeena . Ahmedabad streets sleep very early; but eatery places are like honeycombs with no place for queenbee even.
3. Every cow in the state had big pointed horns. Scary but no harm. Gaumaata ki jai hai is the word!
4. Gujarat is as dry as their 365 dry days.
5. Every kid starts doing garba at the start of virtual garba tune music playing at the vicinity. It’s like they came out of the womb all trained with style.
6. Gujarat is supposed to be bandh for the Diwali week which makes the residents (which are generally non-GJs - poor my relatives! , who don’t go out during this time) buy groceries in advance for a week or two. Felt like there was some curfew there!
7. Mount Abu is a prime destination if you are a Brahmakumari bhakt. It seems relaxing but the hidden fact is none of the Rajasthanis want to be or can be a participant for their services. They despise them, because it is all about money.
8. Akshardam in Gandhinagar is the most attractive crowd spot. Liked this place for its equality stamp for rich and poor. There must be more places to see, but Damn Bandh in Gujurat.
9. First week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Ahmedabadis
Second week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Surat habitants
I needed a break and all I get is GJs everywhere and all the time at the right place, wrong time.
10. Random abusive words : I am going to be kind and apologize, unlike you :)
All in all, Gujarat and GJs badi item cheez hai bhidu! Someone asked me if it is in negative or positive way, I answered it to be in a neutral way. I wouldnt say I didnt like it, they are the way they are and it cannot be changed even for the generations to come.
I liked being in a different state than on my own, that is more important.
Lesson: Let's just say, they showed me another way of leading life other than my own :)
Before you read through, I want to make sure that you understand my illegitimate language. I speak non-sense most of the times, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise or as part of criticism.
Before you make any judgments, let me be clear that I am not a very patriotic person. I love my country but the thought of dying for the country never appealed to me. So here I am, loving the diversity in my country like you love the different flavors in the ice-cream.
Farce is a word of I’d prefer to use for describe my last outdoor. To start with, I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to visit Mount Abu after years of petty fights with my parents to have the Abu breeze run though my face. Last week was nothing unoriginal because my Fam and I are great fans of adventures. We are like those spontaneous wild couples who’d like to make love in any damn place when the urge is in(Since I know, my parents will not be interested in reading my stories on pages like these, instead hear it from me). I leave the Mount Abu part aside. It was fun to be there, proper hill station n sorts. What makes me mention this place are the Gujaratis, let’s call me GJs urf Gujjus. They were all over the place. I was going to Ahmedabad after that. So I wasn’t really expecting this major company in advance. All I could hear was constant blabbering with “che”s at the end of each sentence. My dad is fluent is Gujarati, so he also joined them and irritated me. I don’t get irritated soon for that matter, don’t pester, you are safe!
10 reasons and facts combined that surprised, amazed and disgusted me at various times being in these two places.
1. GJs = chappad-chappad. If you find any gujju group with no loud discussion, I ll buy you a car. That’s all I can afford for now.
2. GJs’ mind = Only khaanapeena . Ahmedabad streets sleep very early; but eatery places are like honeycombs with no place for queenbee even.
3. Every cow in the state had big pointed horns. Scary but no harm. Gaumaata ki jai hai is the word!
4. Gujarat is as dry as their 365 dry days.
5. Every kid starts doing garba at the start of virtual garba tune music playing at the vicinity. It’s like they came out of the womb all trained with style.
6. Gujarat is supposed to be bandh for the Diwali week which makes the residents (which are generally non-GJs - poor my relatives! , who don’t go out during this time) buy groceries in advance for a week or two. Felt like there was some curfew there!
7. Mount Abu is a prime destination if you are a Brahmakumari bhakt. It seems relaxing but the hidden fact is none of the Rajasthanis want to be or can be a participant for their services. They despise them, because it is all about money.
8. Akshardam in Gandhinagar is the most attractive crowd spot. Liked this place for its equality stamp for rich and poor. There must be more places to see, but Damn Bandh in Gujurat.
9. First week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Ahmedabadis
Second week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Surat habitants
I needed a break and all I get is GJs everywhere and all the time at the right place, wrong time.
10. Random abusive words : I am going to be kind and apologize, unlike you :)
All in all, Gujarat and GJs badi item cheez hai bhidu! Someone asked me if it is in negative or positive way, I answered it to be in a neutral way. I wouldnt say I didnt like it, they are the way they are and it cannot be changed even for the generations to come.
I liked being in a different state than on my own, that is more important.
Lesson: Let's just say, they showed me another way of leading life other than my own :)
Monday, October 31, 2011
Back to Square one
Hola my blog, it’s been so so so long, that I have even opened this account. This is not a typical open day that I used to have whenever there was pelting of stones at me for some reason by some 3rd party group of stupid comrades or online junkie friends. I write in a diary and those are worth reading, only for moi! :D
I have come to realize that, I can never be an orator(can be an instructor with a pointed wooden scale*evil laugh*), thanks to extempore skills that I have embellished (read vomit). Mind you (Enna rascala effect), point to me a finger, I will slap or maybe casually kill you for just cornering me. Ajay Devgan from Golmaal 3 in town! O.o
So much deviation from my reason of opening this so called diary of mine! Well read on, my girl on move for an excuse to have learnt something(btw, that’s my writing pad all about).
**noting that I am a horrible blogger, I have edited some of previous blogs, which I thought would mean something if make the edit. Most of it is written when I speak to myself, which again most of time makes no sense to anyone, including me.
Why Red?! because I am embarrassed reading my previous writings, it is despise in disguise. Thankful, that I am wise and grown(thinking!!! still confused? yes, I am)
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