Note to self

I am just 22.

I am only 22!

Butterflies . . .

Today as I stand on the brink of a new chapter in life, I feel like a child of three about to leave mommy, daddy and her cocoon to go to school. So scared am I that I am actually thinking of quitting before I begin. Jeez! :-s

Give it back to me!

I want my strength back!

I want it! I want it! I want it!

I want to be able to go walking from green park to ring road.

I want to be able to go from south ex 1 to 2 to khel gaaon marg on my feet!

I miss the occassional aerobics, the frequent dances and what have you!

Plz god plz goive me my strength back.

Discalimer: I know this blog is pointless and god won't read it or anything, but makes me feel better somehow to beg and rave and rant.

This is going to hurt just a little bit...

A trip to the dentist is a harrowing experience for the average petrified soul. However thanks to this poem a lot of people are shit scared of the dentist's chair. Just to clear things, let me tell from my own experience that there is nothing life-altering about visiting the dentist and getting your teeth in prime condition. Stoopid Ogden Nash! His poem should be taken out of the school curriculum. It's about time! This dramatic poem (perhaps intended to be funny) creates an excruciatingly painful impression on the reader. Jeez!

One thing I like less than most things is sitting in a
dentist chair with my mouth wide open.
(A dentist chair is one of the most comfy things to sit on you jerk!)

And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope hopen.
(You are neither invincible dude, nor resistant to decay!)

Because some tortures are physical and some are mental,
(Like reading your poem)

But the one that is both is dental.
(For the sake of rhyme!)

It is hard to be self possessed
(Especially for you)

With your jaw digging into your chest,
(Hardly the truth)

So hard to retain calm
(Freaky bundle of nerves you!)

When your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life
line or love line or some other important line in your palm,
(PHHHH!)

So hard to give your ususal cheerful effect of benignity
(I doubt cheerful is the word to be associated with you)

When you know your position is one of the two or
three in life most lacking in dignity
(You crazy lunatic)

And your mouth is like a section of road that is being worked on
(Hope a road roller goes into your mouth) 

And it is cluttered up with stone crushers and concrete mixers and drills and steam rollers and there isn't a nerve on your head that aren't being irked on.
(Relax fella!)

Oh some people are unfortunate to be worked on by thumbs,
(Are you talking about accupressure?)

And others have things done to their gums,
(Again, for the sake of rhyme)

And your teeth are supposed to being polished
(What's wrong with that?)

But you have reason to believe they are being demolished.
(Drama queen)

And the circumstances that adds to your terror
(Hmmm...)

Is that it's all done with a mirror,
(How else then, Einstein!)

Because the dentist may be a bear, or as the Romans used to say,
only they were referring to a feminine bear when they said it, an ursa,
(What have the Romans got to do with it?)

But all the same how can you be sure when he takes his crowbar in one hand and mirror in the other he won't get mixed up, the way you do when try to tie a bow tie with the aid of a mirror, and forget that left is right and vice versa
(They have had practice!) 

And then at last he says, That will be all, but it isn't because
he then coats your mouth from cellar to roof
(Rolling eyes)

With something I suspect is generally used to put shine a horse's hoof,
(Am sure a dentist would be furious by now)

And you totter to your feet and think,
Well it's over now and after all it was only this once,
(Sometimes it is)

And he says come back in three months.
(Don't come if it bugs you so much!)

And this O Fate, is I think the most vicious that thou ever sentest,
(Again, drama queen)

That Man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition
(You want to go to a dermatologist instead?)

When the chief reason he wants his teeth to be in good
condition is so that he won't have to go the dentist
(Get over it, you creep!)

The Foundation of Foolishness

Do unto others, what you would have them do to you.

Jesus Christ

These words perhaps built the foundation for emotional foolishness; a distinct part of my personna. Often I have tried to give a cold shoulder to people who have been unkind to me. Often I have tried to be indifferent to those people in their hour of need who have been indifferent in mine. No success have I gathered.

Somehow I can't help being driven by these words. Reaching out comes naturally to me, so does giving folks the benefit of doubt or a second chance. While it's not so bad most of the time, but at times this accomodating emotional foolishness lands me in trouble. Now I have even given up trying to be different than what I am. That's me I guess.

Invisible Worlds (2 philosophical, dont read)

The sky is roaring with thunder outside. It's pouring too. 

I just had to get out of bed to type this out.

We live in a segregated world. Apart from the borders that divide nations, there are other lines too. Lines of distinction. Humans are judged the world over by their performance, appearance, grades, lifestyle, wealth, education... How quick we are to shun one that does not look, think or talk like us. One must snigger at or pity the forms of the ones that are different, in order to quickly establish the difference.

One never sees these 'abnormal' souls in the 'normal' realm. They live in their own world, where their reality defines their sense of normalcy. Perhaps where they don't feel different or outcast. They go to their own schools, have friends of their own kind, basically mark their own corner in this huge thing we call the world. 

The physically handicapped, the eunuchs, the mentally impaired, the beggars, all live in their own worlds. They have ridicule and pity to fear, apart from feeling unaccepted, not understood. 

Their worlds never mingle with ours. Neither will know the alternate version of reality. 

Sad but true.

The Book of Love

One doesn't need to be in love to enjoy a great love song.
Presenting, The Book of Love, by Peter Gabriel:

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts
and facts and figures
and instructions for dancing
But I.....
I love it when you read to me
And you....
You can read me anything

The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I....
I love it when you sing to me
And you....
You can sing me anything



The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I....
I love it when you give me things
And you....
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I....
I love it when you give me things
And you....
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I....
I love it when you give me things
And you....
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings

My days are numbered?

Seems like I will soon be joining an organisation I had no intentions of joining in the first place. A make-shift arrangement of sorts, the job means to me more of a source of income and killing time rather than a career. It's a compromise for sure and that is evident by the fact that I have begun dreading the damn thing even before experiencing it. It could turn out to be quite spectacular, but for now am just dreading it. Is it a big mistake or will I be able to move on to better and more desirable things? Am being too negative perhaps. 

Come 2oth and it will be the same ol' drill again. This would be the third workplace for me, I beleive that makes me look like a rolling stone on my CV. It's such a royal pain to find your way around with newbies. Where is the water cooler? Where is the accounts office? Blah blah blah. Hope my boss is good. The person who interviewed me was too cute and we had a great convo chemistry, though I know I won't be working directly under him.

Who knows, I may decide not to join at the last moment. That's me I guess.  

But since I didn't hear from the publishing lady, am left with no other alternative. So if my days are numbered, so be it. Am too busy living it up to the hilt!

Here's to good times :D

Baharon phool barsao . . .

What lovely lyrics, what delightful expression and what a marvelous blend it makes with rafi's voice. I know this song has been raided by wedding video makers but it hasn't lost its appeal.

Bahaaron phool barasaao,
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai

Hawaao raaganee gaao,
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai

O laalee phool kee mehandee lagaa in gore haathon mein

Utar aa aye ghataa kaajal lagaa in pyaaree aankhon mein

Sitaaro maang bhar jaao, meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Bahaaron phool barasaao,
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai

Nazaaro har taraf ab taan do ek noor kee chaadar

Badaa sharmilaa dilabar hai, chalaa jaaye naa sharamaa kar

Zaraa tum dil ko bahalaao, meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa mehaboob aayaa hai
Bahaaron phool barasaao,
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai

Sajaayi hai jawaan kaliyon ne ab yeh sej ulfat ki
Inhe maaloom tha aayegi ek din rut mohabbat ki
Fizaaon rang bikhraao, meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Hawaaon raagini gaao, meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Bahaaron phool barsaao, meraa meheboob aayaa hai
Meraa meheboob aayaa hai

Of Ageing, Living and Ageing Gracefully

Since I am perpetually confused or depressed now-a-days and have nothing much to write about, I shall paste a fwd mail here abt ageing, with my personal touch :)

Perhaps am too young to think much about ageing, but I can't help my thoughts flowing in that direction. So here goes:

George Carlin's Views on Ageing

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is
when we're kids?

If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about
ageing that you think in fractions.
"How old are you?"
"I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half.
You're four and a half, going on five!

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next
number, or even a few ahead.
"How old are you?"
"I'm gonna be 16!"
You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . you become 21.
Even thewords sound like a ceremony .
YOU B ECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there?

Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the
brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams
are all gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day
thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch;
At 4:30; you REACH bedtime.

And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little
kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

Stayin' Alive & Stayin' Young

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height.
Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them."

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,
whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
And the devil's name isAlzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is
with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets,
keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home i s your refuge; a world within a world.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable,
improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next
county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10.Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

And Always Remember

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.