Forgive me for this....plzkthnx :p

Hi

With few short days remaining before I head back to Mumbai and surrender myself to the routine,here is another post I present you.(There are 2-3 more coming soon,if I could finish them before I leave)

Anyway...

This time it's a short story that spewed out of my useless musings :p

Its about an existing concept but in a quest to quell my boredom from the long hrs of nothingness,I tried to build a silly allegory around it. :p

Imagine you are having a bad day.You go for a walk to take your mind away from it and relax.But as our Lord Murphy(Piss be upon him) has revealed time and again to the mankind,things always have a knack to go from bad to worse.

You walk over a quicksand by mistake.And quicksand happily obliges and takes you in.

That quicksand is owned by a powerful evil creature.It drags whoever attacks its space to the bottom.It notices you and its coming for you.You realise that and try desperately to get out of it.

And just when you had thought you could get out of the quicksand,the creature gets hold of your belt.Lets assume that the belt is your prized possession and very important to you.

That creature will never let go the belt.It is exceptionally powerfull when it comes to pulling people into quicksand by their belts.

Now as per these conditions,the only movement in the quicksand is downwards.

If you hold on to it you'll go down with it.So how do you get out of that.

Or..can you at all..??

Yes.The solution is that simple.You are right...Let go off the belt and come out of that quicksand.

Let the creature devour on it as much as it wants in its quicksand happily.You can always have more of those belts.

Ok I know the fable was bit drawn-out.But turning to the gist of it... :p

The belt depicts the painful past memories.

That creature is the one who is responsible for tearing them up.

The quicksand is the concoction of negativity,regret,frustration and tons more similar ingredients.

Letting the belt go is what Forgiveness is all about..

You do that not because you want to make that creature happy and fed.

You do that because you want to come out of the quicksand.

Should you forget it??..Hell no.Lest you should fall into that quicksand again with that creature.

Remember the golden words,"Forgive but don't forget" and more importantly learn from the experience. ;)

So summing it up.It works.Forgiveness works..It's not about playing saint.It's not about a meek surrender.There is a straightforward transparent motive behind that.That is not allowing your past memories to haunt you perpetually.When you let it go you make a room for a new happiness that might be missed simply because there was too little space and hostility for it in your mind.

It makes you positive,however cliched that word might have become nowadays its the single most important thing that will cruise you through any predicament.It is very conducive to the manifestation of the dreams that you hope will some day come true.

I know I am sounding like one of those guys from "The Secret" movie.(no they are not paying me for that :p) But it worked to a great extent for me and I am still working on it.

Afterall isnt happiness that what all our pursuits are eventually about.

Just think over it.

Give it a try incase you have had a quicksand incident before ;)

(In some rare cases the power of forgiveness will make that creature come to you to apologise and return your precious belt...hehe)

Comments welcome.

Gracias

Sukhant...Indeed!

I recently saw a nice marathi movie "Sukhant" (in marathi "a happy end")

There have been quite a lot of thought provoking movies being made in marathi that touches on various social issues lately and this is one of them.

Its about a son(Atul Kulkarni) whose mother turns quadriplegic in an accident.

Her limbs are paralysed.She can talk,eat,smell etc.She has all the senses intact but cannot move by herself.She tries hard to make her peace with her plight for about a year or so.

Finally she has enough.She couldnt take it anymore.She has no will and ambition left to live.She can sense how big a liability she is becoming to herself and her family members.

She begs his son to release her out of this She tells him to end her life.

Now he has to choose between a painful dilemma of letting his most beloved person,the one who brought him into this world,who nourished him,who toiled for his education and upbringing and made him what he is today,live painfully in agony,reduced literally to a vegetable,incapable of doing none of the daily chores by herself,or to free her out of her misery and theoretically commit a matricide.

He tries to fight her case to get a legal approval for this tremendous decision, as no surgeon would do it otherwise lest it becomes a culpable homicide.But he fails.His appeal is dismissed in all the courts he tries.

Finally with no other options left,he chooses the way any rational,responsble son who truly loves his mother would choose.

A very touching concept,nice direction and excellent performances from everyone.Really couldn't stop contemplating over the movie afterwards.

Euthanasia or mercy killing,especially as far as humans are concerned,is still a very contentious issue.And has not been legalized even in developed countries with some exceptions.It is always seen as a homicide,no matter whether the recipient has given his full consent for the same.

From a third person view it seems like a criminal homicide.Some sentimental arguments like "if you cannot create a life life than don't destroy it","only god can give or take life" etc all supports the anti euthanasia case very strongly,however little sense they make.

But I think a person has full right of what he is going to do with his life.This isnt suicide.There is no self murder involved here.Someone who opts for a suicide,makes that choice instinctively,and has a choice to turn things around for him before he mutilates his life but in case of euthanasia,one makes a conscious,well-thought decision.(Ideally)

An instant peaceful death is lot better than dying a bit everyday.Ofcourse no one would know this better than the victim who has chosen a death.

If we set aside these pseudo-moral arguments and think from an unbiased perspective,I think it's a very practical thing to do.Why the concept of putting pets to sleep came into place.Because its only humane to not allow them to suffer every day every minute.

If we can have so much consideration for an animal's life,then why not for human's.Infact logically we can empathise with the sufferings of a fellow human being much more effectively.

Of course there should be enough care taken before its actual implementation.

For eg,the patient's psychological condition,his ability to take decision,the clarity of mind before he chooses this option.

These can be achieved through a lot of ways.The counselling sessions,biometric tests etc.

I also think that everything should be done and tried first in order to change his/her mind.

Enough care should also be taken to prevent its misuse by people who would be benefitted by the death of the victim.

All in all I think its a very modern and rational concept and totally in sync with humanity.

Lets just hope someday soon Euthanasia would evolve itself out its "homicide" tag and the world would be ready for such solutions.

Peace.

As I quoted..

Hey Fellas

Time for a lil' narcissism...just kidding :p

Couldn't find a good topic to muse over so thought of posting a consolidated list of all my status messages on facebook, orkut,messengers etc.Most of these were conceived out of the sheer cynicism and negativity of the office walls.Some were formed by tweaking the existing ones..Some were out of the personal experience and the rest were the serendipity or the mini-epiphanies that I get randomly :p.Will keep this list updated as and when I come up with new ones.

All of them are original.Mind you it isn't a big deal.You don't have to be great people to come up with such quotes..All you need is little cynicism with a tinge of negativity :)

(In case you doubt the originality any of them please do so,it would be more than a compliment for me :p )

Enjoy!!

• A Bum is the lowest form of Git.
• A man is only as strong as his weakest limb.
• I think therefore I ain't.
• Every genius has a tragedy.Mine is that I aint a genius.
• Nothing lasts forever except the proverb.
• Everything in life hits a hiatus sooner or later.I am waiting for my hiatus to hit life.
• Why aren't rhetorical questions supposed to be answered.
• Definition of Procrastination in simple words :- Well...will define it later...
• Learning curve is inversely proportional to passion.
• Where there is will there is a will not.
• I'm running outta time to keep myself busy.
• I love to play on moral high ground.It's mostly empty.
• Pain can be sweet sometimes..It makes you aware of yourself.
• The grass is always greener on the other side....even when the other side is a plain mirror.
• One of the benefits of being an Atheist is that you can swear to god....and Lie.
• I got the sunshine,I got the rain...Then I woke up,I was daydreaming again.
• A Catch-22 :- Sometimes I hate myself for being a Narcissist.
• Ironically enough,Ive unlearned the ability to unlearn things.
• Is there any condition that would break the infinite loop of "No work in life" and "No life in work
• Murphy's Law about office humor comic strips :- The more you read them,the more you can relate to them.
• Live like there is no tomorrow....Oh wait..I was supposed do that yesterday!!!
• Sycophants are born, not made.
• I am *NOT* a cheap labor...I am just a misguided philanthropist.
• I'm sorry I cannot fake smile...my mouth hurts if I do that.
• When the number of people who hate being stereotyped increases,they form a stereotype themeselves.
• déjà vu is when you ask yourself "has this happened before". Monotonousness is when you ask yourself the same question,Rhetorically.
• A Pessimist, even while dreaming, is aware that it is just a dream.
• A strong Principle generates a lot of interest.
• Incredulity is the best compliment one can ever get.
• When the packaging is pretty nobody cares about the content however bad it is,and when its not,nobody cares about the content however good it is.
• Opportunity does knock more than once..Its just that nobody's home the other times.
• If Only.The 2 most regretful words.If only they didn't exist.
• Where there is a wheel there is a Revolution.
• Coherecny leis in hte eyse fo beeholdr.
• It is always safer to use a comparative degree.
• Life always points us in the right direction...but with a middle finger.
• Thrice bitten,always shy.
• Sometimes, relief from the pain is so soothing that it just overwhelms the question of "Why me".
• When not interested in the content, people do judge a book by its cover.
• A Time Table is easier made than followed.
• Conscience is such a bitch.
• I said,they quoted.
• I get notifications,hence I am.
• I often get to say "I told you so"...But mostly to myself.
• I din't mean to be witty...that was unwittingly done.
• When the going gets tough,the tough gets going..others just change the project.
• Life...That boring period between the naps..
• A career change isnt an answer to all the questions..rather its a question to all the presupposed answers.
• Good/bad things happen to bad/good people.
• A coin toss is the simplest solution to the most intricate dilemmas.
• There are only 2 types of people in the world.Those who are explicit, ...
• The only problem with selflessness is that people eventually start taking you for granted.
• I am sure there are people out there who want to prove me paranoid.
• Those who live on Mount Everest,never experience the thrill and Joy of climbing it.
• Smooth sailors have short autobiographies.
• Defeats are the crucial tastemakers in the final winning recipe.
• Generally people find my silence quotable...
• I tried to Write with my Left hand.It didn't feel Right..
• Oddly enough,sometimes things even out.
• Nice guys finish last.Only becuase they want to have the last laugh.
• I fought my way to the top of the food chain just to prove that, even a vegetarian can...
• Some things in life cannot be explained,for everything else no one's interested...
• There is really nothing called as closed doors...Most of the times we try hard to push or pull open a door, which is actually a sliding one.
• An alarm clock is a necessary evil.
• Law of averages is fine...Its the law of "above-averages" that creates problems..
• Ill give my 200% not to have a cliche in this sentence....
• Definition Procrastination(noun) :-
• When the going gets tough, the new proverbs spurt..
• R is impotent.
• It only matters as long as you mind
• Sarcasm is a dish best served wit a pun
• Each and every sweeping generalization is baseless.
• I had a dream...but that damn alarm!!
• Always laugh at your miseries before anyone else does.
• Denial =is= just a river in Egypt...nothing else...simply nothing
• Some people always expect you to be cynical, without realizing the irony behind doing so.
• A battle of wits cannot be won with weak PUNches.

Regards,

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The cat that was....

It all began when my cat was attacked by some 5-6 stray dogs in the backyard.It was a horrific attack and yet somehow the cat miraculously survived but with lot of wounds.

We waited for 2 days with a hope of any improvement.None came.The cat barely ate or moved from his box.

So we had to call a vet finally.This guy from neighborhood was a good one we were told.

We have never seen a vet before.Or rather never felt a need of one.This time it was bit serious.

The vet arrived.Examined his wounds.He said that he should have been called the same day.

The cat was weak and wounded.Yet it required 4 of us to hold him down while the vat treated him.Yet he managed to defy us all with uncanny strenght for an animal wounded that much.(I was holding his front legs,which wasnt appreciated a lot by him.So while squirming it bit me twice.Which resulted in me taking 3 anti rabis injections myself :( )

His second dose was a quicky.Got over in a jiffy.This time the crew was much more alert about his strengh and quick maneuvers.Thankfully nobody apart from the cat had to take injection this time.

After the 3rd and final injection the cat was in full force and spirit and it struggled successfully to avoid the application of any oinment on his wounds by vet.

But all in all the vet was very happy with his progress and assured that the wound would be healed in no time.Also there were no more injections.(Me and dad let out a sigh of relief)

The cat was quite composed and looked hale and hearty.We were happy.

Before sleeping I made sure all the doors and windows are closed.I even got up in the midnight to check whether the cat was there..He was very much there happily snoring in the chair..

Somewhere late in the night I went to sleep.

Today morning around 10

Got up.Checked the cat in the hall,felt relieved and went on with the morning chores.

I had a 2 hr mock test in the morning.So at around 11 I started it.After it was over I came outside as usual to check for the cat.

The cat had gone.There was a window in my dads room that was opened.

Fuck!!

How in the world did I overlook that.

I went outside to see if the cat is in the neighborhood.(Which it usually is).No signs.

To add to my qualms I saw a flock of stray dogs,the ones which had attacked the cat in the first place just outside.

Mind just wasnt ready to accept that his lifeline is over.Maybe because it was too unfortunate and painful to be true.Specially after his near death experience,the way he survived and held up,the way we could successfully nurse him back to health....It just cant be.Fate cant be this cruel.But then he has never been out for this long.He wasnt home for almost a day.I tried to search him (or his torn up body if in case :( ) in the colony...All I could find was a different flock of mongrels.

Well,the mind slowly began to accept it.The hardest part.Which every pet lover fears of.The death of his beloved pet.

Although this cat wasnt exactly as close to me as the previous ones.Still we had our moments.

The sight of him cozed up all nicely in the softest part of the bed,waking up for nothing but food,completely indifferent to any distraction,any noice of any level(except that of food jars).

Sometimes these are the things where we find our solace in.The connection is unexplainable.It just feels good.To pet him.To irritate him.To feed him.I guess thats what the pets are for.They are precious.But sadly they are living things.They have a finite life.They play their part,become a part of you...and just leave some day.

Being a pet lover is a blessing and a curse too.

Today Evening around 7

I wake up.Desperately looked for any sign of him in the hall.No luck.So it was confirmed.I accepted it.felt really really bad.

While I was sitting dully remembering him,Mom came from the office.

Before I could tell her the terrible news (even she is fond of this cat as much as I and dad are) she asked me what was the cat doing on a tree outside.

An instant shot of adrenalin injected into me.I literally ran outside.Chuckled a bit around.

Something fell down from the nearby tree.It was living.It was moving.It was black and it was white.And it had a tail as well.:)

My beloved and stupid cat came running towards me.

A sad day culminated into a pleasant evening :)

Meao-nara. :)

PS:Herez that crook btw (Notice the black patch on his lower jaw.My sister says it makes him look like charlie chaplin)

The music sings itself...

Hey guys

Just want to share with you a video I came across recently and which influenced me a lot.

Check this out (Warning:Not for those allergic to Goosebumps)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1k08yxu57NA&feature=related

How was it?

I did not understand the word he sang.I did not have a clue of the genre of the song.I did not even know whether it was a sad song or a happy one.

And yet it choked me.More so after that old lady wiped her tear.It must have struck them.Gave them the goosebumps.It must have that tremendous force that pierced through the strongest of the hearts and mellowed them.

The roaring applause between and after the song is a testimony to that fact.

But did they expect this beatification when he came to the stage?...I doubt so.

When this goofy looking guy confronted the mic more than half the people including the stone-faced judges(and me) must have thought that he is going to botch up.Especially after his inital introduction,his below ordinary looks and personality.

And how wrong were they.

He just blew them all apart.In first few seconds his song destroyed all their prejudices and first-impression to smithereens.

Really How quick are we in judging others under the yardsticks of one's looks,talks and thousand other discriminators.

I watched this video tons of times after that.Not for the song but to experience the gradual revelation and revelry of the audience and judges.That's really the quintessence of this performance that you dont need all those stereotypical traits to conquer hearts. :)

Really valuable and inspirational lesson to learn.

If I am able to achieve even a quarter of what this guy did in those 4 min,Ill consider myself the luckiest person.

Adios.

PS: This one is even more cogent.Please check it out.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&feature=related

Contd..

Comfortably Numb

This song is an epitome of psychedelic rock.The Pink Floyd are known for their song writing and soulful solos in their songs.

It made me Dav Gilmor as my favorite guitarist.

This song just takes you to another level.It starts really slowly.Allowing you to settle into it.There are ghostly sort of veils that can be heard throughout the song creating an amazing effect.

Vocals commenced by Roger Waters joined by mellow voice of Dave Gimor,while they still lurk in your mind,the opening verse ends.

And then without warning....the haunting solo starts.When you hear the first note,you just know that a tranquilizer has been injected into your brain through your ears.Its sad..Its painful...its beautiful.Its soothing.It takes you high.It makes you fly.

This is one of those solos that should be listened with your eyes closed.Just enjoy that particular minute of the beatific journey instrumented by David Gilmor's magical fingers and his characterstic subtle inimitable vibratos.

David Gilmor is a type of guitarists who would convey a ton of feeling with as little notes as possible.Every note is there for a reason.He doesnt 'play' the guitar.He just glides through it.Figuratively the smoothness of the solos is resemblant to a hot knife through butter.

In the epilogue solo,he sets free in top gear....albeit bit elongated it is kinda mood shifter of the song.It has a much cheerful overtone to it than the first solo.

No wonder both the solos have been cited as one of the best in the guitar world.Again another of my most favorite ones.

Contd...

Hotel California Live

If master of puppets is a thrash metal anthem,then this one has to be crowned as an acoustic guitar lover's anthem.

You tend to understand the power of the sound of a well tuned acoustic guitar over the electric one.(Personally i like acoustic more :P ) not to mention the amazing utility the song has got.When you are able to play the song end to end,you end up in learning n number of guitar techniques like Hammer On,pull offs,slides arpeggios etc.

The songs is one complete dulcet package of most of all that is there about the acoustic guitar.

Of course it is played on classical.But it can be played and heard just as nicely if not better with acoustic guitar.

The original song was played with 12 string acoustic for the epic instrumental ballad to the vocals,with a highly acclaimed electric guitar solo at the end.

The Live version,where the actual action is,tweaks the original song heavily,to a better effect,richer passages and a lot more depth to the song.

It starts with a Spanish sounding intro,with the 12-string strums intermittently while none from the crowd having a clue about where the intro is taking them to.Just as Don Felder finishes his flamenco-esque intro everyone chips in with their guitars and play the famous hotel california ballad.

And thats when the crowd realise what is going on and what is going to happen marked by a huge applause.Its one of those moments that makes hair on your neck stand up.

If anything that could surpass the sweet,mellowed intro and the cruchy high pitch and yet awesome vocals of Don Henley is the outro played by both Felder and Welsch.Notes and notes of melody poured in by both of them structures the outro beautifully.

This also is one of my favorite songs.Infact it has a special place in my heart for being the first high profile stuff I could play from end to end on my guitar(atleast the outro and intro).And trust me it adds some stuff to your guitar techniques repertoire.

My ears dont get tired of it...Dont think they ever will.

Songs I like...

Hey ppl

Wanted to right this one since long.

Disclaimer:

I am a music lover.I listen to Hindi(old/new),Marathi(Old/new) and English songs.

But my vocabulary(if thats the right word) is very limited.Specially of English and new hindi songs.

This article is about the English songs I love to listen to.

Let me warn you that this Ill be commenting on them mostly from a guitarist's perspective.As I can play at least some part of each one of them. :p So maybe its difficult for some of you to relate to it and you may find it a bit too colourful and over the top.

It has happened many times that I started liking certain songs after hearing them 10-12 times.(This happened when you put on a song in the background while playing Fifa for hrs).I dont know whether the repeated listening has any subliminal effect which makes you like the song.I wont be talking about such songs.

Then there are certain songs(not new all),previously known to me,previously disliked/uninterested by me,which i started liking as I started learning guitar.Funny aint it.So this article is about those handful of songs through my ears.These are the songs which I happen to listen everyday while traveling either because I am too lazy to upload new songs,or when I get

stuck in a zombie traffic when plugging my earphones is a far less detrimental than pulling my hairs out of frustration(An article on Mumbai is due :p)

So let me disclaim again,this might be the old stuff for many of you,there may be many more and better songs out there of which I am unaware of(hoping to listen more of them).

Ill post it in parts lest it should be more readable.Do provide your comments.

So let the sound of music be heard.

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Master Of Puppets

This should go down as The Anthem for the thrash metal Genre.

The legendary bass intro riff with fat crunchy sounding notes boding a glimpse of stuff to come.Followed by the main rhythm riff,joined by James growling yet a very apt-to-the-song vocals.

The song is signatured with extensive down-picking.The powerful and aggressive downpicks give the song it teeth and rage.

Then there is a very melodic interlude om clean guitar.Even though there is this sudden shift from the fuzzy distortion and snarling vocals to a clean electric slow section,you somehow dont feel disconnect.These guys know their stuff.The clean interllude is actually a built up to the shred-solo by Kirk,just before a small riff played by James.

Both James and Kirk's guitars are harmonized with each other superbly.

Lyrically,the song's just fine.The theme is well played.Neither too wordy nor vulgar.The song is such that it does total justice to the instrumental part.

All in all,excellent rhythm,very melodius clean guitar parts(can be played on acoustic),a superb solo and a powerful vocal makes this songs one of the things to swear by.

Playability index....well I would say apart from the main solo which requires a tinge of lightning in your fingers,I would say the rest of the sections are quite learnable.

This is officially my most favorite song of the genre.I literally listen it everyday.The more you listen to it the more it is etched onto your music receptors.It needs to sink into.

PS:Once my friend listened to this song,he said he thought it was noise..But then,he listens to Lady Gaga :p

Contd...

See the champions..take the field now :)

Hey pals.

A fun filled colourful month marked by cheers,passion,emotions,celebrations and the entertainment of the highest order(read football) laden with the intermittent ballads of "Waka waka" and the beutiful,high spirited "waving your flag"..finally culminates today. :(

I was supporting Germany.(just because I supported them last 2 worldcups :) )
It was one of the youngest teams of the worldcup and without their captain "der feurer" Michael Ballack.
Even though Germany enjoys being considered as one of the most formidable contenders in every worldcup,not much was expected from this young inexperienced and to some extent Ballack-handicapped team.They were clearly the dark horses.

But they did well.Extraordinarily well.
Right from the match 1 they provided a plenitude of team play,lethally efficient counter attacks and most importantly a feast of goals.A slight glitch could have been the only blemish(Against Serbia) till Spain ended their glorious journey.
Though the third place win is always disconsolating,everybody enjoyed their unconvetional flamboyant game.

But at the end,like a true frustrated Indian sports fan I couldn't help mulling over India's chances of getting into competitions of such level.(WC,olympics)
Is it even realistic??...if yes the how long...10 yrs?? 100?? ever??...
Following are what I think could be the excuses.

We are not genetically stronger.We lack that sort of physique required at this level.
(Then how did Japan/Korea/China qualify.Whose average height and built is definitely shyer than most of the Indian population)

We lack the necessary infrastructure and funding required for the game of football.
(What about the poor underdeveloped African countries which make into worldcup.That too bearing some of the toughest competition in the world)

Football is not popular here.
(That might have been case few years back but not now definitely.With the increasing popularity of the EPL much of the youth are turning to football.
And as per the status quo football is anything But not popular in India.)

Cricket influence
(Now this is valid.One of the only outdoor sports which demands very little athleticism,fitness levels etc compared to other sports.Hence no wonder we are good at it.)

Corruption
(Spot on.Most of the control boards for sports in India are under some or the other misisters who lack the knowledge/experience/expertise except greed for that sport.For apparent reason.
No remedy for this other than the Utopian solution of flushing them all into toilet..)

We cant have quality players of the international level.
(I dont believe this...)

So summing it up,between India and the FIFA world cup lies an eternity.
But I am optimistic.Just want to cheer for our country in football world cup atleast once in my life time.

I know the above analysis was really not required in this mood but cant help it. lol

Also this world cup was further spiced by a certain 8-legged creature with psychic powers AKA Paul who picks his meal from the box labelled with the flag of a country which would supposedly win.Its really hilarious how people can come up with such stuff.Nevertheless he got all his predictions correct for this world cup.However ridiculous this affair sounds it did provide a different flavor of excitement.Obviously looking at his popularity other creatures from around the world had to show off their talents. (the parrots..the alligators)

It was a mini world cup of words on social networking sites as well..Esp facebook.
Will miss those squabbles.Putting on Inflamatory status on facebook...the debates....mocking other teams etc etc...it was superbly entertaining. :(

But then all the good things are short lived.Lets hope the Final today perfecty climaxes and bids Adieu to this colourful world cup of the most beutiful game in the world and lets hope the coming 4 yrs gallop along fast.

See ya.

PS: Neither supporting Spain nor Dutch today.Just hoping for a quality game.Hopefully going till the penalties.

PS 2: Ok.Had to edit the post after the final.It was as fierce as expected.And thankfully not at all disappointing.The match was showered with the confetti of yellow cards :D
I would have loved it to go till the penalties.
Anyways props for Spain!!The best team won.Although we would have prefered them to be not so mingy about the total number of the goals scored.(Seeing at the quality of the players they possess).Hard luck Oranje.

PS 3: Good news for us German fans as well.Thomas Muller deservedly got the prestigious Golden Boot for having scored 5 crucial goals and 3 assists.Hail Deutschland. :)

Probability is God is Probability

Maybe it has been stated before.But its fun to independently prove an existing theorem.(Besides its one of my favorite topics.hehe)

All it needs to prove it is one simple experiment.
Throw a coin 10 times.Lets consider getting a head all 10 times as success.
Now before every coin toss pray to god that it is a head.
Count the number of heads at the end of the 10 tosses.
Now perform the same experiment again.Only this time dont pray and just note down the number of heads.Repeat this as many times you want.
I am sure you wont be able to tell the God-influenced coin tosses from the normal coin tosses.Hence it is proved that the probability is as powerful/influential as god.But nothing is as powerul as god but the god.Hence Probability is god. :)

Let me also tell you from my personal experience.I was a very pious theist once...until I found God is a redundancy.
There were ample times when I prayed to god and did not get what I want.There were ample times when I didn't pray to god and I got what I want.
So you see...it really doesnt matter.Things happen the way they want to.There isnt an evidence substancial enough to vindicate the present of some god governing them.Its plain probability.Hence Praying to God translates to praying to probability which sounds kinda ridiculous.

Its been 2 yrs since I became an atheist.And frankly speaking nothing drastic(good/bad) has happened to me since.
When you think over it with a reasonable mind then you'll realise at some point that you dont "need" god anymore.Your conscience is capable enough to distinguish between right and wrong.And trust me Its a very cool position to be in. :)

PS: Its totally a personal opinion.You are free to disagree with me. :)

Is there anybody in there..??!!!

Hey

Nothing new this time..Just a cursory post to keep the vital signs of my blog intact :p

After the initial flurry of posts after posts I felt Ive run outta ammunition.lol

Or is it the case of Bolggers Block??!!..I dont know.

As far as poems are concerned,Had few subjects in mind but somehow couldnt get the words out of me.

Nothing strikingly interesting to write an article as well...

No great updates as such...Nothing life changing is happening since I took a job.

Guitars going good.Although I could as much as glance at my electric one unless its a weekend.

Office....well I've lost the track of whats happening there long back.

All in all Life is little busy right now.

Just hope I find some quality time,a fresh mind and good topics to doodle here again

Adios.

PS: No sign of Gymmie Yet :(

PS 2: Hail Germany (Though I doubt how much of the WC Ill be able to catch...I am already missing out on French open)

Oley!!...Oleyyyy!!

Hola amigos.

Spanish music(eminently the guitar) has always enthralled me.
I think the first time I heard a piece of it was in Tom & Jerry cartoon.
There was a bullfighting scene in which it is played in the back ground.It kinda struck a chord the moment I heard it. :)

Few years later I came to know that particular piece was called Flamenco.
The Flamenco is considered as a paragon of traditional Spanish music.Primarily its a combo of guitar with dance.(with additional people clapping for keeping a beat).The build of the guitar bear a resemblance to the classical guitar.(Made of Nylon strings)
Complex rhythm,powerful strumming,extremely melodious lead,also using guitar for percussion are some of the characteristics of flamenco.

For more info.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flamenco

Came across few videos on youtube.They were mesmerising.
From the shear level of mastery required to pull out those embellishments on a guitar,Flamenco is the Zenith of guitar playing,all genres taken together.

Check these out.Hope you like them too.
It would take me a lifetime and few years more to be able to play like this. :p

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LmcjAGJOPR0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLUxHEJ4kPM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii00t3O03h0

All we lesser mortals can do is listen and relish them.Simply awesome


Adios

The Syco'logy.

Heya,

Before I began lemme post a comic from my favourite series.As a picture speaks a thousand words and certainly reduces the post size by a big chunk.So here :)

The whole Dilbert phenomenon isnt just a dry hypothetical satire.(For those who don't know dilbert,fire up www.dilbert.com,and start reading before its too late ;))
It is the harsh reality.More so in the corporate world.
How often do we find that the talented hardworking and deserving people find reporting to the relatively incompetent bosses(most of the times) who would generally not miss a single opportunity to jab their position onto them.

And then there is this one species which has adapted itself to this tyranny pretty well. ie sycophants.
No matter how big a jerk their boss is,they can manage a camaraderie with them.
And then people wonder why the boss is mysteriously biased towards certain few.Why he wouldn't hear a thing against them,why somehow the blame always comes on you even if its their fault.This never ends.Its omnipresent.Right from school..college..work you name it.

And why does this work...Well,who don't like praises.
I believe at subconscious level a part of us(most of us) always seeks for an applause,for a recognition.
Such people appear as bright fluorescent spots on a sycophant radar.They can smell such a person from a mile long.
All it takes to be in their good books is quench that crave by flattery,however insincere it may be.

Well this article isnt really aimed at giving them a flak.But rather to explore the other side of it.

I used to look very much down upon the flatterers.Like they are some kind of an abomination.But thinking about it from a realistic point of view,it is kinda justifiable to some extent and not as ugly as it sounds.To climb the corporate ladder it is imperative that you need to butter the joints for a smooth ascent.
Its reality and I hate it.

Some succumb to it.To some it comes naturally.
I myself find it very difficult to do that and I am sure many will share my sentiments here.Mind just doesn't permit me to and no its not a thing to be proud of to be frank.
Rather I sometimes feel I am at loss for my inability to do so.I call it one of the tricks in a bag you need to be well versed with to survive in this world.
Your relations with manager/TL are still a very big factor in your appraisal.Your chances of promotions are always leveraged by the rapport you have with your superiors.

Having said that let us not generalise.I have come across many people,very competent,knows-their-stuff type,who give a negative weightage to adulation.
But again it depends on your luck(like always) whether you will have such people as your superiors.

All are not so lucky.And that is when the "survival of the fittest" kicks in.Who wouldn't want to secure their opportunities and careers in this sinister competition.Flattery at an acceptable level when you have no other way out is I think OKAY.
For those accomplished ones,this would definitely be a catalyst in your career.

Summing it up,in a strictly acrid business point of view,I would vindicate sycophancy as a virtue...or better a low-rick high-returns investment.
And as far as me and my type is concerned,well...we don't have the capital in the first place...lol

So let me wrap it up by posting a very insightful SMS I received a few days back.

"Agar duniya me mehnat ki kadar hoti,to Gadha sabse jyada izzatdar hota" :p


Ciao

The rodents in my Home...

Today is one of the most important days for Mumbai..and for India as today is the Judgement day for Kasab.(no need of introduction)

Around an year ago,This only surviving guy along with his buddies,murdered around 6-7 people including the brave police officers Lt Karkare and Kamathe and others.(Among the various crimes they committed)

And now,17 months after the attack,we have a glimmer of hope that he will be hanged till his damnation.

17 Months!!..No wonder we are always on the receiving side of such attacks.
These assholes just know to find the loopholes in our superflawed law system,do the crime and get away with it.
Just like in Mumbai bomb blasts(93) where so many were released free of charges in a trial that itself took around a decade to done with.
And the irony on top of that is our "Just" system provides them with a defence lawyer to hear their side of the story.

Is this a judicial system or a joke.Which retards set these laws?
Its high time we should raise our voice against this.These rapes on our country would'nt stop until we have proper stronghold against such forces.
We need new laws.Or atleast strengthen the existing ones,those that will shakle these sociopaths faster.
Atleast then the bastards like kasab would think twice before commiting such act.

I know we feel all this rush for revolution just one day and then it either dies or sobers....Finally everyone raises their tolerance meter by few bars.
And Thats the tragedy of it.

Anyway the verdict is due today.Though I am keeping my fingers crossed for Kasab's death penalty,
I wouldnt be too surprised if he gets away with life sentence.Our honourable law system has made me (and many others) cynical enough over the years.


PS: Mr.Ujjwal Nikam,please keep up the good work.We are very proud of you.

PS 2:As per the latest update two convicts were released because of the supposedly "confusing" evidence..*Sigh*

I dream of "Gymie"

Hey Paisans

After a streak of Senti poems I thought of writing a humor poem.. :p
Ok.This one is dedicated to one unknown supercute girl who shows up in my office Gym once a blue moon.
Its not that we go to Gym to stare at pretty girls.But their presence definitely helps lift 5-10 kg more..hehe
So please take it in a right spirit. :)
For the record I don't even know her name... ;)
Just hope she magically stumbles upon this one someday. :)
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

There is a cutie in my Gym
There is a cutie in my Gym

When She comes..
Ah her grace..her elegance
The otherwise sweaty place
Flowers with a fragrance

Was she looking at me?
I turned to look while lifting a dumbbell
DAMN!!..I pulled my muscle
But it was definitely worth a swell

Don't blame those
Who cant help but stare
When she enters I could've sworn
She looks like a rose among us thorns

Then suddenly she stopped coming
Made us realise painfully
That the cute dreams are short-lived
As someone has said truly

Why have you deserted us
Girl..Where are you
Even your being there was enough
for some of us few

Weights have become unliftable
The cardio even more boring
You are needed girl
To provide that rush of adrenaline

Please come back
Dont make this place anymore grim
There was a cutie in my Gym
There was a cutie in my Gym
.
.
.

Cheers :)


PS : She got married.EOD :(

The movie that was awesome.....

Hi all

Well I am not a movie buff per se.But whichever movies I watch I think a lot over them in critical(sometimes cynical :p) point of view.(Often criticised for that..lol)
Some movies makes you forget about them the moment you step outside the theatre.The only thing you remember about them is the Title and the Ticket price.Some on the other hand engrave their signature on your mind.

I thought of writing about such movie(watched on my pc) that appealed me a lot.Its "Bawarchi" by Hrishikesh Mukharji.

If you've watched the classic "Anand" by the same director,you'd find that the basic theme is the same.ie how one person influences everyone around him,adds his very special catalyst to their lives and changes them forever.
And yet both are not just same.You'll like both of them differently.

A regular middle class family home and few actors.Thats really all about the "recipy" of bawarchi.But it is backed by a strong script and amazing direction...not to mention the actors performance.
And an x-factor which only the directors of his calibre can add ie "Soul".

The movies about a family whose members quarrel all the time.Do not value others.There always are frequent altercations over relatively petty points.Everythng is haywire.No one is happy.The family is totally in doldrums.
Then one fine day a Bawarchi (a Cook/singer/dancer/mathematician..and what not) finds his way into their home like a messiah.Through small day to day things he teaches them valuable lessons of life.He slowly drives their diffrences away.
From being a totally dysfunctional family they slowly began to harmonize among themselves and start loving each other.They understand and start appreciating each others value.The squabbles,ego clashes,spites,bad blood vanishes eventually.

And at the end of the movie,having accomplished his mission,he bids them goodbye and continues his journey in search of the next such family where he is required.

The movie has around 2 songs(may be 3).
Both of which are very soulful and melodious.And exactly connects the parts of the movie between which they are placed.
Rajesh Khanna has done total justice to his role as Bawarchi like he did in "Anand".The other not-so-popular actors also gave a decent contribution.

Its is more than 3 hrs long.And yet at no point you feel even an inch bored.This is one of those movie which you can watch again and again just to liven your mood up.You can just totally relate to it.The simplicity and the realistic depiction is the beauty of this movie.

A good film according to me is when you watch it and couldnt help thinking over it again and again.And This one surely qualifies as one.
This is definitely the chef-d'oeuvre of Hrishikesh Mukharji's works.(amongst his other masterpieces) and a one of the milestones of Hindi films.

Sadly his era is long gone and we are left with the regular crap the bollywood has to offer us nowadays.Hardly any movies can fit into the classic league.(Save few respectable exceptions)
Either it has to some cheap rip-off of a hollywood movie,or the silly slapstic humor with nonsensical plots crammed with even more irrelevant songs.(However melodious).Ofcourse people advise you to keep your brain aside while watching such movies.I tried that and understood that its not my cup of tea.It felt stupid when the entire theatre around you is having a laugh riot and you could hardly come up with a smile..:p.So kinda stopped watching bolly comedy in theatres..hehe

The subjects like mafia,underworld,love stories,ghosts have been smoothen down to perfection with their hackneyed use.
Innovation has become a passe.Only the revenue collection matters.Have a superstar cast,insert some sexy masala song with the lead actress in saree :p
and start its promotion an year before the movie is actually released.
More or less this is all what most of the Bolly movies are about.

Of course then are some who aberrate from the routine and come up with movies which give you the feeling of "paisa vasool" at the end of the movie.
Movies like Rang De Basanti,TZP,Wednesday,Jab we met,DevD etc still keeps me attached to the Bollywood industry.
We seriously need more such directors and such script writers who can make us believe once again that we are not very far from Hollywood in terms of quality movie making.



Regards.

No Amen to that...definitely.

Hey

Just come across one video on FB in someone's profile.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X7-XqNUWDNk&feature=related

From the video

Mohammed Bouyeri murdered Van Gogh in the early morning of 2 November 2004, in Amsterdam, in front of the Amsterdam East borough office (stadsdeelkantoor) on the corner of the Linnaeusstraat and Tweede Oosterparkstraat ( he was cycling to work. [3] Bouyeri shot van
Gogh eight times with an HS 2000 handgun, and Van Gogh died on the spot. Bouyeri then attempted to decapitate him[4] and stabbed him in the chest. Two knives were left implanted in his torso, one attaching a five-page note to his body. The note (Text) threatened Western Governments, Jews and Ayaan Hirsi Ali (who went into hiding).[5][6] The note also contained eferences to the ideologies of the Egyptian organization Takfir wal-Hijra.

The killer, Mohammed Bouyeri, a 26-year-old Dutch-Moroccan citizen, was apprehended by the police after being shot in the leg. Bouyeri has alleged terrorist ties with the Dutch Hofstad Network. He was also charged with the attempted murder of a police officer and bystander, illegal possession of a firearm, and conspiring to murder others, including Hirsi Ali. He was convicted on 26 July 2005 and sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole.


How shameful.The incidents like these really makes one doubtful about whether we are still living in a dark age.

And its not very long before this things start happening in our "Secular" country.
Some months back there was this huge furore all over the world over some cartoons of muhammad posted in Dannish newspaper.
Immediately the "fatwas" were issued against those cartoonists all over the world by the apostles of "Religion of Peace".
I remember some maulavi from UP who had announced a bounty of 51 Crores for beheading the Dannish cartoonist.
Apparently he did it live on some news channel.
This things frighten me as a citizen of India.Is it so easy to do something like this and get away with it.
Is it so easy to break into someones tolerance.

I have no prejudices against any theists.(I myself was a pious one once)
Each one has right to believe and have faith.
Though according to me Faith is an overrated virtue.It has done more harm than good.But keeping your faith and beliefs to yourself and not imposing them on others,also to remain unscathed even if someone questions them or makes a mockery are some of the respectable traits in theist.

I respect such theists.I really do.And we seriously need more like you.

For other intolerant hypocrites out there,I just want to ask why do you fucking care what someone says about your religion if your faith is so strong.
Why are you people fucking insecure all the time desperately wanting to reach the throat of whoever sopposedly blasphemes you beliefs.
Of course the debate about which religion is harmless compared to other would never end.There is really no point in that.
The truth is that none is open for critisism.
Every one is so much jumpy about their religion,language,caste and region.Its really ironic when we quote "Unity in Diversity" again and again.
People somehow never run outta things to make themselves condescending towards others.

The religions and their proponents with their "holier-than-thou" attitude are actively unmaking this a better place to live.
The Jihad,MF Hussain painintgs,WTC,Kashmir terrorism,felonies pertaining to caste system,the dark age punishments under sharia,mistreatment of women the list never ends.
(God(!) forbid) but if there ever is a third world war,it will be fought for the religion.
The extremists all over the world are setting it up nicely for us.


Disclaimer:
I am not in favor of any religion.
I am an Atheist.And its my personal opinion that there should be no religions at all.
Their cons outweigh their pros by a tonne.
That way We would atleast have one reason less to kill other people.
It high time not to be dependent on some religious code book to drive our scruples.

PS: If anyone's feelings got hurt..well you need to grow up.

Falling into place

Hi guys.
My poetic glands misfuntioned and here I have a new poem. :p

There comes a point in everyone's life when nothing seems to go right.Everything happens the way you dont want it to be.The luck becomes your arch enemy.You feel exasperated.Like it will never get mended.

Then again we always come across someone who can always empathise with you.Who knows exactly what you are going through,who can step in you shoes.Who has the power to console and comfort you.

This poem is supposedly narrated by one such person(consoler) to his consolee :p

Speaking of this poem,I had come up with few more stanzas I wanted to add.But I restrained myself lest it should overkill the subject.

The dotted lines is the moment of silence before the poem switches into happy gear.(Atleast assume so..hehe)

... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...

Hey there,finally found you
Your eyes sad,spirits twirled
Can you please tell me why
You've shunned yourself from the world

Dont torture yourself
They are not worth that
Why didnt you tell me before
Didn't I listen even when you wept

Ill wipe your tears
like the last time you cried a river
Dont worry am again here
as your personal pacifier

I will heal you
I will soothe you
can you believe me once more
Like you've always did

After all the mourning
Those eyes deserve some respite
Let go the bitterness
Let go the spite

Yes,sometime the day hates you
The world becomes enemy sometime
when everything is bleak
and nothing seems to rhyme

Just hold you patience and bid your time
We are alright..we will move on
Why do you feel lonely
when you have a shoulder to cry on

.
..
...
....

And then her eyes slowly livened
The glimmer subtley came back
Her ever so charming ear-to-ear smile
Which was once contortingly held back

Look around,above your gloom
The beautiful world is ever-ready to embrace
Things always fall into place
Things always fall into place



Thanks

Wanted - Humanity.

Hello again,good people.

When in office one of the lifelines to keep oneself alive is the email forwards.
Generally you read them and shift-delete.(thanks to the oversmall mailbox)
However there are some which home your mind.Sometimes in a pleasant manner..sometimes in contorting.

I received one such fwd today.
The email was about a certain French dish "foie gras" known for its delicacy among the gourmets.To describe the dish crudely,its nothing but a fattened liver of a goose.
If that doesnt sound repulsive enough Ill just quote few excerpts from the mail.The preparation of this "recipe".(I dont even have to post the even more disturbing pics)


For complete info.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foie_gras


..this dish comes from FORCE FEEDING a goose to make them develope FATTY LIVER DISEASE. The geese are forced to eat.. Even if it does not desire to The metal pipe pass through the throat to stomach ...even if it does not want to eat anythingTo make the liver bigger and fatter.Cages are very small and they force the geese to stay in one position to avoid using energy, thus converting all food into fat.
Their legs were bloated from long standing everyday. No need to sleep because they will be caught to eat again.Although they try to defend themselves But it is useless. They are forced to eat until they are dead or their bodies cant stand with this The left who survive have crapped to be inflamed asses...blood easily come up with the shit Not only mouth hurt, throat hurt , all time stomach ache from the food , Fat to bloated legs , no sleep , no excercise But also no free movement for life to see the sky or river......

Did you feel anything...did you feel you heart twitch a little..Did you feel like this is something you'll have a hard time forgetting...at least I felt so.
The acts of animal cruelty for personal enjoyment aren't new.Canadian Seal huntings,dolphin slaughtering..the list goes on.Each one surpasses the other in terms of cruelty and barbarism.
Standing proudly at the top of the food chain,man is becoming more animal than any other.


Let me clarify I have no prejudice against any non-vegetarian.I am rational enough to understand that everyone of us has his own ideas of morality.There are lots of cultural,moral,ethical factors that makes or changes someone to veg/nonveg.My grievance is against those who doesnt care anything about from where their food comes.Eventhough I opine that no animal is entitled to provide its pound of flesh for our sake,I dont expect what I feel about eating a once-living being,to be felt by them.
But then there is a line that needs to be drawn(Like the case above).At some point you need to unprioritize your taste buds over conscience.


When the other living beings are treated like sacs of food or rather they are "manufactured",overfed just to increase the "matter" inside them theirby increasing their "Taste" value..wouldn't it sound obnoxious if we associate the quoted words with human beings?Would you be able to eat such food which was once living,whose innards have been carefully fattened to the size many folds than the original through all those abject means just so that it tastes better.

If you can, well....we need to fear from your lot.


For the rest of the sane people out there(non vegetarians included),something needs to be done against this.This is something which is not correct.This does not belong to our world.


Please raise your voice whenever the animals are being ill-treated as and when you can.For non-veggies please make sure that your meat comes from place where the animals are killed in a humane way.


And the bon vivants of this particular dish,please Take a min of contemplation before beginning your feast.Ask yourself had you winessed its preparation would you still be able to eat it.This savagery will stop only if you stop.


Lets keep the humanity intact atleast on this front.




Bon Appetit.Regards.

Played it till my fingers bled ♫ ♫

Hey folks


Good news.No poetry this time.
Bad news.I still compose. ;)

Anyway today I want to share something else with you.I celebrated a unique anniversary today.
Exactly one year ago,I acquainted myself with a certain 6-stringed instrument aka Guitar.

So whats special about someone completing an year playing guitar you ask...unless that someone is to-be-hendrix or so.Well nothing really...I just wanted some activity on my blog..just kidding
On serious note I always wanted to write down the role guitar played in my life and this seemed like an auspicious occasion to do so :p

So lemme begin.

The word "Passion" is used or rather overused so much that it has almost lost his meaning.
Pertaining to its original meaning,I never had a "passion" towards anything(or anyone :p) specific in life.
There were interests...there were brief periods of obsessions but never a passion.Not until I started playing guitar.

Then recently I shifted to Mumbai for job.And committed my self to the classic IT job routine.
It finally got to me.Something needed to be done.
I always wanted to learn atleast one musical instrument.I remember I had joined tabla classes.
My attention span existed for exactly 2 months..it was terribly boring. lol
But then I liked guitar..Loved its sound.And had always aspired learning it.

so One fine day I woke up and ended up enrolling for a local guitar class at the EOD.
And then the amazing acoustically musical journey began :)
Like always it began slow...with many bumps(I am refering to the snappish remarks by my tutor on not playing something correctly :p)
But I din't mind it.Somehow at no point of time I felt discouraged by that.
I tried to learn new techniques/songs etc from internet/youtube or any other source I could find.
It was very difficult at first but I held on to it.
And it paid off.As the time went I slowly started getting better at it.Ear started getting trained.
Everything slowly became easier.I could complete the pieces faster and better.
That, and encouragements and praises from my tutor time and again became some of the factors that kept me hooked to this venture.

I am very very allergic to boredom...no matter what I do,the monotony some how creeps her way into it and then I lose interest.
and yet somehow the zeal with which I had started learning guitar never died a bit.
At the end of one year if anything,it has become two fold.
It amazes me sometimes..what made me devote 3 hrs of my weekend(after a hectic week) towards learning guitar.
Things happen for a reason.
sometimes I wish I had started learning it bit early.But then everything comes with a right place and right time stamped on it.So no regrets. :)

What so special about guitar you ask(or any other musical instrument for that matter).
Well let me put it this way.
Listening to your favorite song/artist is one thing...and embellishing that melody on guitar yourself,actually playing it verbatim note to note is whole another.Trust me the feeling you get...its salvation :)
If you think I am exaggerating it ask someone who has just learned Hotel california..He will vouch for me ;)

When I think about the goals(pertaining to guitar) in the hindsight....
I want to perform someday.I want to have the crowd to go crazy when I play the classic bass intro of master of puppets.I want to be in a band as a lead guitarist. :)
Dont know when all of thats gonna happen.But I am optimistic.
I aspire to be a musician.Its my dream job(job not as in you do something and you get money :p).
But I surerly know that this is something that would never bore me.I want to keep learning as long as I can.As there is so much to be learnt.So much to be played.

I will have to insert a disclaimer here.
I am no virtuoso or a child prodigy.Not by a long shot.I am not even quarterway there.(incase my big talks giving you such impression :p)
I am just a decent player who likes what he plays.
But then if someone asks me what are you good at..
I can confidently say I can play guitar well(I wouldnt have come up with anything an year ago).Or rather I can play guitar better than any thing I can do.And I like the way it is :)

Anyway just wanted to convey what my guitar means to me.
If at any point I sounded like I am bragging,please blame it on my amateur wordage..(I am still learning to be articulate..remember?) :)
I have to thank my roommates specially for being tolerant towards my guitar practice.lol
(sometimes I play at 11-12,as thats when I reach home).Not to mention my always supporting parents.

I dont believe I ended up writing this much..hope you enjoy atleast some of it...lol

So (clichéd)morale of the story....Just follow your interests/hobbies.Hone them as and when you can.
You will just never know when have found you forte.Trust me,its the colour you would want to add to your life :p
Then again it depends.we can never run outta excuses for not doing that.I myself was like that until the monotony changed me :P

So Adios.

PS: \m/ Rock on \m/

PS 2: \m/ Rock on some more \m/

*****PS 3*****: I am happy to announce that I got into IIMC music band (JBS BaroC) which happens to be one of the oldest college bands.I sang and played "O sanam" and played some intros during audition...There is no way to describe how I am feeling right now.. :)

It a dream come true...The biggest one :)

==>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noGJei-hquM&feature=player_embedded#at=393

:)

The Unhappy Birthday

Hey paisans.


Well No intros this time around.I guess,rather hope that the poem is explainatory enough.

Just a note that I only partially share the sentiments.Its for someone who does fully.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

While they cheered happy b'day

All of a sudden it was subtley unclear

Couldn't rationalise the celebration

for growing older by one year

Stood there blank,accepting the wishes

the handshakes and the gifts from all

I dont wanna cross that childhood wall

Just don't wanna cross that childhood wall

And it was time..like always

for a stroll in the memory lane

The fragrance of nostalgia surrounding

just like that of soil after the first rain

I recollect how it was back then

to have no responsibilities

Future career roles duties

were nothing but banalities

Please show me the positivity

The happiness you'd promised

tired of the errands in the past

spirits dim excitement deceased

Else please take me back

back to when I was small

sure I can sacrifice my maturity

I dont wanna cross that childhood wall

I wanna come with you

Lets leave this timeframe once and for all

I dont wanna cross that childhood wall

Just don't wanna cross that childhood wall

Me...a Cynisarcastic.

Yo amigos.

Congratulations on surviving my last poem. :p

But the predicament is not over.

The same day I wrote one more.This one was kinda easy to write as there are no flowery glittering words(save the ostentatious portmanteau title..).

Also this time I did not concentrate a lot on rhyming but rather the feel.

About the theme..well though the subject is favorite and well suited for a poem,I could actually finish it partly because of my personal experience...enough said :)

So there..enjoy.

--- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Contemplating over the journey

from the first "Hi" to the final "Bye"

It was a dream fall from the heaven

to the valley called Lie.

It swept away within a jiffy

Right infornt of my eyes

While it was still hitting me

I couldn't grow tired of the sighs

Went through the Passion play

again and again thinking,

will get used to it eventually

without losing my being

But time is the best medicine they say

It soothes away everything apparently

Learned to identify the glimmers in life

instead of staring into the past vacantly

Then I thought I was comfortably numb

All the wounds finally went mum

The respite was awesome

Days were breezy and enjoying were some

I was in my blissful amnesia

Until the stimuli hit me again

Every stitch detached itself

Every wound opened again

Will I recuperate,Will I heal

never mind,a rhetorical and a cliche..

And yet again after narrating my melodrama

I Sardonically gave myself a touché.

Thanks (and Sob..hehe)

Hey it rhymed....

Hey guys.

The other day I was sitting in my chair doing some exponentially sad work....and I somehow ended up writing a poetry.(hence frustration begets poetry)

So basically it is based upon the one of my favourite game ie Max Payne.

What impressed me the most about the game was its dark,metaphore-laden and yet soulful script.

Anyway lemme not stretch the intro too much.Basically its a one man's battle against mafia,whose wife and daughter are murdered.Max Payne is the antagonist here looking for answers.....There would have come a point when he must have felt like letting it go.The poem is about that.

Thanks to my friend Sushmita for proof-reading it,not falling asleep and encouraing me.(and still being my friend :p)

I know the tone of the poem is very stereotypically punk.But my first attempt so bear it :)

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Max Payne...the reprise.

Walking relentlessly in the metaphorical labyrith

with a map in hand

Written in the ink of irony

I felt like I am a man of no land.

Was it a dream sequence

was it a sigh of my tired mind

I wondered,foundered

Groping in the caustic darkness..like a blind.

When the only thing that filled the deafening silences

were the monotonous drones..

There were no colours..only black and may be some white.

The silences even muted my grones.

Was it really worth it..could I let it go

No said the mind,its just a lie

It was like a dream in which you fall

and wake up just before you die

I did reach the end of the tunnel

following the proverbial light

It was a dead end with few bats flying at my face.

Leaving me smothered with my plight

Thanks.

I dare.(Blog)

Voila!!

Setting up a blog wasn't an arcane task after all.(Took me like 10 min,9 of which spent in thinking of a fancy name and title.

So why set up a blog all of a sudden...!!

One of the traits I always coveted was being articulate in my talking,writing whatever.The talking part was bit difficult because of my reserved non-talkative nature. :)

But then I could chat a lot more than I talk.(a métier of a Classic introvert)

So thought of trying this venture in the hope that someday I could transcribe my thoughts

perfectly into words.

Secondly I am very bored of my work.So I need something(as there is no "someone") to keep me involved in office..Hence this literary respite.

Pheew..The first post was tiring enough.I could feel a drop or two of sweat on my temples and a lot of redundancy already in my post. :)

But then I have to start somewhere.

So lemme cut the trite intro and welcome myself here.Cheers :)

Disclaimer := Everything(spelling/grammatical mistakes) except puns are unintended :)