Three things in life once gone never come back-words,oppurtunity,time
Three things in life are never sure-dreams, success,fortune
Three things in life that make you a great person-hard work,sincerity, success
Three things in life are most valuable-love, self respect, friends
Three things in life must not be lost-peace,hope, honesty
Three things in life that destroy a person-greed, pride,anger.

Do Read This!!

This is a real story that happened between the customer of General Motors and its customer-care executive.

This complaint was received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:

"This is the second time I have written to you, and I don't blame you for not answering me, because I sounded crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of ice cream for dessert after dinner each night.
But the kind of ice cream varies so, every night, after we've eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It's also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.

You see, every time I buy a vanilla ice cream, when I start back from the store my car won't start. If I get any other kind of ice cream, the car starts just fine. I want you to know I'm serious about this question, no matter how silly it sounds: "What is there about a Pontiac that makes it not start when I get vanilla ice cream, and easy to start whenever I get any other kind?" "

The Pontiac President was understandably sceptical about the letter, but sent an engineer to check it out anyway. The latter was surprised to be greeted by a successful, obviously well educated man in a fine neighbourhood.

He had arranged to meet the man just after dinner time, so the two hopped into the car and drove to the ice cream store. It was vanilla ice cream hat night and, sure enough, after they came back to the car, it wouldn't start. The engineer returned for three more nights.

The first night, they got chocolate. The car started. The second night, he got strawberry. The car started. The third night he ordered vanilla. The car failed to start. Now the engineer, being a logical man, refused to believe that this man's car was allergic to vanilla ice cream.

He arranged, therefore, to continue his visits for as long as it took to solve the problem. And toward this end he began to take notes: he jotted down all sorts of data: time of day, type of gas uses, time to drive back and forth etc. In a short time, he had a clue: the man took less time to
buy vanilla than any other flavour. Why? The answer was in the layout of the store. Vanilla, being the most popular flavour, was in a separate case at the front of the store for quick pickup. All the other flavours were kept in the back of the store at a different counter where it took considerably longer to check out the flavour. Now, the question for the engineer was why the car wouldn't start when it took less time.

Once time became problem - not the vanilla ice cream, the engineer quickly came up with the answer: "Vapour lock". It was happening every night; but the extra time taken to get the other flavours allowed the engine to cool down sufficiently to start. When the man got vanilla, the engine was still too hot for the vapour lock to dissipate.

Remember: Even crazy looking problems are sometimes real and all problems seem to be simple only when we find the solution with a cool thinking.

Don't just say its "IMPOSSIBLE" without putting a sincere effort...

Observe the word "IMPOSSIBLE" carefully... You can see "I'M POSSIBLE".

What really matters is your attitude and your perception.

Too exact to be refuted...

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing confusing what is real

there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing what is real
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/confusing what is real

Do ghosts exist??

Something i guess everyone wonders..But why am I wondering about such a thing?May be the influence of the novel i read recently.In the book "The Ghost" a distraught man is brought back to reality and is re-affirmed of the importance and truth in love and destiny by a ghost.The ghost of Sarah Ferguson who herself has some great romantic tale after some major crisis in her life.The story brings to light various other points i could discuss in detail and bore you stiff.

However first things first.Let me research and blabber about"GHOSTS". Some say there should essentially exist an anti-thesis to God and this makes satan's existance ineluctable.And their theory seems to have wightage.And as satan takes the form of ghosts and other terrifying things (they claim, im no doctorate in ghosts and black magic), their existance is explained.
Yet others claim that there can only be an idealized world as the basis and experiences of vices and ghosts is just an abberation , a hallucination.

But Plato back then had said that every thing in this world is just an image of the idealized world ,something once taken from reality. So should we say these "abberations" are merely a reflection of satan and that they are just as real as any God in case either exists?Someting which suits J.K.R's description of "One can't exist while the other survives".(Nice application dear!!pat,pat!!).

As i think i find an even better argument: the bad or evil we all experience is just a culmination of the absence of good in that instance.Remember the email circulating proving the existance of GOD?The same argument is employed here.This also bring afore the question of black magic, vodoo and all.But answering may take time..and im running short of the same...so i shall continue my blabber later...

u read this crap??Jobless like me kya??[:P]

Football fever!!

I had not been much of a football fanatic(that's an extreme description even now) all the time.My first world cup was in my 10th or when was it??My dad just found the right argument to stop me watching my soaps and hand over the remote to him and that was the beginning.I had stayed awake then too for the final(im planning on it this time...) and some good matches.My dad used to give me constant commentary with all the side and intersting comments about the players and about his schooltime play.Back then i used to like the players with the best style statements or those whose photoes kept splashing over all papers.Guess it continues now too but may be in a refined sort of way.Seems im in love with Zidane now!!

How i envy my friends in Germany.Those in Russia seem to be heading there too.God only knows how they are managing it.Damn it.Right place at the right time.Wishing France all the best...Obviously i want to see Zidane lift the cup..Dad says its not such a good team after all...Hope he is proved wrong....[;)]..my mischevious self again..!

Short story...

Here'z me trying my hand at story writing.Guess its very arbit but then i loved the idea of it being incomplete.

He comes back home with a slightly disgruntled look about him.Seems frustrated and edgy.I dont disturb him,give him water and leave him to refresh himself. I dont let the turmoil in my heart show on my face or in my behaviour.For what could i say when there was no hope left?

Hurts to know it is the end.Even worse is hiding the fact that i know.But there had been no scope for doubt and it was proved beyond doubt. So there i was wondering what could possibly be troubling him and fighting down the urge to comfort him.It was the very reason cited for the trouble as it is.

Maybe i should leave.I am unable to contemplate what the course of action should be.Taking the easy way out?But there is no easy way out according to me.Both are having their impact on me.Leaving?Or continuing here?Both seem to be detrimental to my welfare.And my peace of mind.Time alone shall decide.I hope my strength of endurance lasts.

Rush hour

It starts with one thing.I dont know why but i decided to utilise my holidays and here i am..tired from the gruelling journey back home at this late hour.

Uuffoo!!how trying it is to travel by bus during peak hours!!There is hardly any standing space what with all the people in a hurry to get back home and being as unaccomodating as possible.Its kind of wierd how people think they could still fit into that space which they consider available.Maybe its just the need to get to their destination.Or maybe just the time factor.Or maybe just for the heck of it.

Inevitably the picture of Mumbai rails comes into mind...wonder how they manage to get down at their station when people keep hanging at the doorstep itself.Some one i know said once that people stand at the entrance of the compartment just to ensure geting down at their destination.And half the time they dont manage it.

Enuf crap!!Catching some sleep now...

The post below speaks for itself.Its time i think we stopped and considered.

thru the looking (thinking) glass...

I think I'm losing it..i don't have the will power i had a while ago.i promised myself not to think about a few things, but they seem to manifest themselves every turn i take.how can someone avoid what has become a part of themselves?a part that is so essential for survival of that personality?a part which hides and also brings into fore the very best of that person?something which is so necessary for the sanity of the person-without which they cant envision life or any further dealings with mankind?

your mind knows that saying a NO is the only answer-but your heart keeps wavering.such a fickle thing it is!the heart sees through the drama unfolding around as does the mind.but the mind has the facilities of thinking straight and discretion.the mind cannot keep attachments while they are primal heart's existence.well i hope u get what i mean-the heart as u feel it ..not the one that keeps pumping blood mechanically.how i wish the heart too performed its activities mechanically -like a robot.why cant these feelings cease to exist?why should the heart take things so seriously, think upon them so much and hurt itself?cant it just behave like a passenger in a train looking at the passing scenery?the heart doesn't like to hurt itself -as Paulo Coelho put it..but my experience shouts the opposite-that's only what the heart is capable of-inflict pain on itself and the person who wears it on his sleeve.the mind can compartmentalize things and prioritize them.it has use only for things becoming of attention.how i wish the heart and mind worked together-for then the person could be impassionate and aloof...but then how can they when the heart and mind stay at right angles(?) to one other.
so many questions...

i need answers...desparately..

God, beliefs,age,etc..

<Some one asked me "You pray to God?Go to temples?Whats that in this age also."

Personally i would say,what a farce.Let it be like this: Don't believe there is a higher power or a wire puller out there crediting us for what we do; but don't discourage those who do.Don't go to temples even if you are a believer; but don't dissuade others from going.And what is it about this "AGE"?If everyone seems to be adopting western culture and are trying to hide their original background let them.You are trying to live in someone else's shoes-go ahead but don't disrespect what defined you for a long time.Don't try to sever the connection with your roots.As you go up a ladder ,the first step is as important as the last one.

Ok-its not as if i am persuading you to change your opinions.But consider this for a moment- westerners themselves are going gaga about our culture and heritage and here we are trying our best to disown the same.People from that very west are adopting our tradition while we are ashamed of it.Shame.

There are some foreigners in our institute.The girls got Indian dresses made specifically so as to fit into the cultural backdrop here while the Indian girls are donning jeans and what not!I don''t say wear only whats Indian.I would sound monstrous and extremely old-fashioned.Look for your comfort,but then don't degrade other forms of attire just because its not on world charts.
Same should go for any other case."Be Indian Buy Indian" sure sounds good.But I would prefer it to be "Try Variety Remain Indian".

More specifically speaking about our beliefs and religious obligations- welfare of mankind is the main idea behind all religions and to keep righteousness alive and mutual co-existence possible these rituals like going to places of worship ,festivals,etc were devised.Let them remain what they were meant for.Why fight for unnecessary and fictitious causes?Religious discord is mighty perilous for all of us.Lets strive to keep the basic idea alive: that there is an inexplicable power that keep the things organized and going.That which can explain the mystery and ambiguity surrounding us.Or in a more agnotist viewpoint, lets attribute what we cant decipher to some thing unknown,some variable.This not only simplifies things but also keeps it light on our sanity.

Disclaimer:The tone of this post, if offending, is not intended.Just the heat of the moment is reflected in it.And some points might require further clarification from my side- time's up u see!!

Man is a social animal. A simple statement, yet it is so complex. Man being endowed with all faculties of expression, understanding and perception should be capable of communicating to his fellow humans. But there is such a hue and cry about communication gap. Why so? Man can discover many things, invent new ideas and compound theories about complex issues. He is proud to have unraveled the mysteries of nature and reached the far end of the galaxy. Why then can’t he understand what his neighbor is getting at? Why is he so oblivious to what his kin and kith are feeling? Then why doesn’t a boss know the pressure on his assistant, a father can’t understand his son’s dilemma, a husband doesn’t know what his wife wants? It is natural hence that misunderstandings and disputes crop up. Man unknowingly is distancing himself from others and this rift is growing by leaps and bounds unheeded.

Look around yourself. Take the birds for instance. See how the remaining birds hover over a dead one from their group, how they travel long distances in search of compatible climate in such huge numbers. We don’t see a single bird finding its own way oblivious to the rest. Heading relentlessly towards a single destination they are unified in their approach. They seem to care not only to reach the goal but also to do so in a group. This throws light on their ability to understand signs and might even represent an undercurrent of feeling. Nature abounds in such examples. There is the classical case of snakes taking revenge. It has been scientifically proven that the snakes are attracted to a dead snake by means of odour coming from the dead one. Well if you ask me that’s a form of communication.

Animals do not have the prized virtue of processing data according to us. When we see such lowly creations of God (as we see them, of course) so apparently having non-verbal communication as stated above, why then cant we, who are proud of being able to speak and process feelings, communicate the same to a fellow being??In the name of technological advancement emails and chatting are sort of distancing people.Next door neighbors no longer have any communication.Guess people will realize when its time or when it is too late.No wonder, things needing prime importance are going back on one's agenda.
I hope i don't become like, "when was the last time i saw u??" or "I don't know what u think and i dont care." .Well i should give it to my self that i can relate almost unrelated topics, right?

For a change

Well i have uploaded a picture at last.

See the beauty in nature around us.Tough not to appreciate nature's work.I wonder sometimes if man can ever compete with her.He has to certainly take inspiration from nature.We can imbibe what we see around us and create something state of the art.But then we have to take care not to interfere with the natural processes.

height of craziness...

Got this from a blog i visited. Filled it out for you, my readers. Enjoy!

1. What time did you get up this morning? 8:40am
2. Diamonds or pearls? diamonds please. Heh heh
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? athadu
4. What is your favorite TV show? medical detective
5. What did you have for breakfast? a glass of milk
6. What is your middle name? dont have one..
7. What is your favorite cuisine? schezwan fried rice
8. What foods do you dislike? hmmm...cant think of any!!
9. What is your favorite Potato chip? lays
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? ilayaraja
11. What kind of car do you drive? dont own one
12. What is your favorite sandwich? butter
13. What is your favorite item of clothing? my blue-black salwar.
14. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Germany
15. What color is your bathroom? macrame
16. Brand of clothing? assorted
17. Where would you want to retire? bangalore
18. Favorite time of day? dawn and dusk
19. Where were you born? rajahmundry
20. Favorite sport to watch? F1
21. Who do you least expect to send this back? n/a
22. Person you expect to send it back first? none
23. What type of detergent do you use? Ariel
24. Coke or Pepsi? 7up
25. Are you a morning person or night owl? morning
26. What size shoe do you wear? 6
27. Do you have pets? no
28. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? I've gone bonkers right now..hee..
29. What did you want to be when you were little? A surgeon
30. Favorite Candy Bar? 5star
31. What is your best childhood memory? Visiting my grandparents
32. Different jobs you have had in your life? house-keeping at my home!!
33. Nicknames: Bunny
34. Piercing? Ears
35. Ever been to Africa? No
36. Ever been toilet papered? No
37. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes
38. Been in a car accident? no
39. Croutons or bacon bits? -what??
40. Favorite day of the week? Thursday
41. Favorite restaurant? New Yorkers
42. Favorite flower? Roses, jasmine
43. Favorite ice cream? cassata
44. Disney or Warner Brothers? warner
45. Favorite fast food restaurant? gokul
46. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? I don't know
47. What do you do most often when you are bored? Blog, read, sleep..
48. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? My sweetheart;but he wont see this, i know!!
49. Last person you went to dinner with? One of my classmaates-names: a no no!!
50. Ford or Chevy? Neither-porsche
51. What are you listening to right now? ilayaraja's "Izhaya nila"
52. How many tattoos do you have? None
53. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Egg
54. How many people are you sending this Email to? None
55. What color is your bedroom carpet? peach
56. How many times did you fail your driver's test? None
57. Before this one, from whom did you get your last-mail? viswanath

A walk to remember

The film came as a real and wonderful surprise.When i heard it was a teen movie i dint expect anything of the sort it really was.The film came in with truly profound depth, impeccable performances, solid direction and good pacing through a difficult story.I just loved Shane West and continue to do so.Mandy Moore was awesome too.The movie was such a tear jerker.Not many movies had moved me to tears as this one did.I remember crying all the times i saw the movie.

AWTR contains a heartfelt conclusion to a story where you get to care about Landon and Jamie, two polar opposite teenagers who face peer struggles and the perils of love and death. The situations that occur are very real, and very sad. Once the movie finishes, you'll be left wondering what happens to everyone.I found myself wishing I were either Landon or Jamie, because they represent the real virtues of life and love.This isn't a typical love story, because when it comes down to it, the love is only part of the whole scheme. While I never expected this to touch me so much, AWTR enters as perhaps my favorite movie of all time. I felt as if i was a part of the movie, i was able to relate to them, and i love it. AWTR succeeds in delivering a great experience.

Landon lacks faith in himself, in the wonder of life and in God. Jamie has the faith that Landon lacks.He knew her all his life but chose to ignore her in public so as to present a cool kid attitude.But once they work together on the school play he really gets to know her.And he needs her help in rehearsing his lines for the school play. Through working on the play, Landon starts to fall in love with Jamie. He is softened. He sees her faith. She develops faith in him, and he then finds faith in himself.She makes him stop and realise there is more to life than mere enjoyment.The religion elements of the story are effectively interlaced into the narrative without feeling like the viewer is being force-fed a theological viewpoint.

The music score was another great plus.The sound tracks are meaning ful soothing and romantic.Oh my!! I never thought i would write up comments on a movie, but then the movie i should agree is a forceful one.I wonder if i am carrying the experience with me.Great find for me on the whole.I feel i would have missed something if not for my friend Sowji who told me about it.Thanks dear..

Rang de Basanti

What a movie.Such a frenzy i was in after watching it.And what tumultuous feelings it stirred up in me.I was impressed by it, at the same time resented certain aspects of the movie.

The foreigner Sue comes across her grandpa's diary and she wants to mobilize the Indian youth and make a film reliving the past.And behold the reaction she gets.They show so many giving a try at it, but one cant fail to notice that they cant identify themselves with the roles.They struggle to even get their expression right.Its a real wonder considering the youth now-a-days are great patrons of art, theater and acting. At least most of them.Might be to them the issues of patriotism and risking everything for one's beliefs and rights is majorly text-book stuff.
Another point i dint like was using a foreigner to make the trip down the memory line.Its a pity that the foreigner had more enthusiasm about it than we.What an irony therein..the British made the history that it was and then a Britisher comes along to point out the same to us Indians.A sad plight definitely.

Karan says while reading the script of Bhagat Singh "Kaun pagal bolta hai aise dialouge"(not same word exactly...i dont remember them..but something to this effect.).The feeling behind all those lines never got to him in that second. After all Bhagat Singh was but very young at that time and to take the decision that he did, leave all his family and dash their hopes on him was a great sacrifice. He said "Akhir aazaadi meri dulhan hai". And to know that none of his or other revelutionaries' efforts were properly recorded is a low blow.The versions of his deeds and about his death are so varied that they are nearly irrational.
However how Karan imbibes that feeling when making grave decisions himself is heart rending.

Lots more to comment on, but cant now.Should see the movie once more.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk a lonely road
The only one I that have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And were I walk alone

Read between the lines of what's
Fucked up and every things all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh
Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of broken dreams
Were the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a..

My shadows the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I'll walk alone!

Move

I tried so hard and got a new room at last, single one at that.This one offers privacy, a small but better ventilated space.So a definite improvement.Since the time i came here i had to suffice myself on the minimal things i unpacked.I was surrounded by boxes and cases for god knows how long.At any rate 2 weeks to settle down shows how lethargic i am and how idiotic i must seem.

But the room is good and i like it.
A new year, a new room, a new experience.