The ability to be impulsive

There are in the world that set of people who will always do impulsive things. Always take the plunge before looking. The percentage of the population that has no sense of rationality, very stereotypically this irrationality is assigned to women. Just as its counterpart, logic is assigned to men. But thats wrong to say women are irrational, because given the history of mankind most wars, which we all agree to be an irrational waste of human life . But I'm digressing from what I wanted to write. All things said and done, and i am one of those irrational people, that these group or type of people are always going to be there. Are gonna take flight over stupid things, are gonna get into a temper for nothing. These people they make up that half of humanity that brings to the world a spontaneity, not a genralization mind you, that the rational side might abhor, might laugh at, might love, might find cute, might get angry in there turn. The world becomes a place to laugh at, to get angry at, to love, to sigh at, to say its incorrigible, but its just a lil green chili to your omlette and a little red chili to your noodles, a lil pepper to your butter.

the ability to be irrational is always a ability not a disability.....

A Naked desert

Starkness!! Today i just felt to put it bluntly "low", emotionally drained, absolutely exhausted. There are those times when you just need a hug from a close one. From someone, in whose embrace you can totally unburden. Just cry your eyes out. Just just let loose all the pent up store of this wasteland thats called life. Let it transgress into the evergreen gardens of love. Just release the immeasurable sadness that we humans just accumulate. Gather and gather and store and store till it reached a point when it needs to be released. Like a climax in a song of bitter sadness. Like the dying wail of a pierced animal.

Just needing that release, you call people, you call for help and no one....No One is available. after all we all gather up our own stores of sadness. Just when and where we can never anticipate . And who and how are we needed is also beyond the fathoms of human understanding. Sensing the last desperate pleas of a mute cry for help is an art, a matter of intuition, a hearing of the heart. So clouded are we by the mundane wretchedness of our own lives that we cease to look beyond ourselves. There is a part of life that the soul must necessarily tread alone all alone, a bitter, sour road, thorny and twisted and its only big enough for one.

Strange is this need for a human touch of reassurance, for a want of something to drive away loneliness. I nearly did something very out of character today, driven by this need. I almost went over to a girl i saw today who I thought might be the same notch as my standard of friends, just to drive away the immense loneliness. But then i did say nearly, choosing rather to wallow in whatever "it" is for a while longer so that i could go and call my baby. Of course i know right now time is a shortage on your hands. So i have no qualms in telling you that i completely understand. ( i'm not trying to victimise myself, and for you to think that would be the last thing i need right now) As i tried other friends suddenly I just came across busy or unanswered numbers.

Completely depressed by this time i went to my Grandmothers room, and i Saw her close to tears. So instead of seeking the comfort i needed, I dispensed comfort and so strained to the very last dregs of my emotional sanity, i went searching for my mother, to completely un burden. Whilst hugging her i had to hold back the tears that were desperate for release, for i cant handle the demanded explanations that were to follow. So i turn to a book, benumbing my desperate tattered and bruised emotional quotient. Sorrow, and pain in every page i turn to.
In the last safe house, i look to my brother, and once again, it just turns to a deadened hush, a busy brother is no use to a sadness strained heart. And alas i retire this night to now only the blackness of sleep to shroud me and my wailing tormented soul and heart from "it".

And will this glorious redeemer of all ills, named blissful sleep arrive?, luggage and all? Question is will the pain in my heart allow my eyes to shut out a cruel, cruel world?

hmmm...so this card says its for someone special...you wanna know why you're so special baby?
- because you've got the most amazing smile!
- because you've got eyes with the world in them!
- because you've got the lips of an angel!
- because you've got the touch of a rose bud!
- because you've got the yummiest body!!!
- because you've got the strength of a rock!
- because you've got a HEART of GOLD!
because, basically, you are 32669 - my angel :)


remember what i said about italics!! i love you baby!!

What does it mean to be 20!! Well I did approach the age barrier with a bit of apprehension!! after all you do realize that your teens are over....and some where it does sink in that your just going to get older. When were 10 we want to be 13, when we become 13 we want to be 16, when we are 16 we want to be 18. Thats where the buck stops after that you just want to stay 18, or max 19.

Honestly i don't see the magic in young ages. Growing older brings with it a lot of responsibility not just for yourself..but you become responsible for you parents for you relationship, for you lover and for so many things. With this responsibility comes the beauty of leading life your own way. Being completely in charge. And as you grow older its learning from your mistakes and experiences. its doing things that aren't for kids, its responsibility for a job and a career. Its a lot of responsibility which only lazy people will shy away from. Its something i look forward to. So im not miffed about turning 20. Life's just beginning!!! And with the way mine is going i'm eager to live it!! Because i have the best course, i have the best friends, i Have the most respnsibility in my course, i have an amazing family and most of all i have a most beautiful person im my life who i want to care for, who i want to cherish who i want to be responsible for, who i want to lovingly take care of, for all my life. And i look forward to the years when i spend all my life with that one person. Being responsible and turning older dont scare me because after all i'm going to have a life whcih will be the fullest most beautiful place to be!! And i love it!!!

HAppY AnNiverSaRy

Outside beyond my window
in the darkness of the sleepless night
pours torrents of rain now
the cold creeps in, chilly bite

briefly in touches my toes
briefly it nibbles at my fingertips
but it has no place in a heart
in a heart warmed by your love

The joy of love
the warmth of a look
the million words of a smile
the tight hug of comfort

Baby'T is all i love
Baby Ever love me
Baby Dont let go
Baby Darling you are mine
Baby You are only forever mine

What can be said i say in a look
what cant be heard i see in your eyes
What is this love,
Its made in heaven
Its made for eternity
Its my love and your love
purer than an unicorn
It was meant to happen and
I'm so glad you happened in my life

Happy Anniversary!!

Strange Weather

the world is silent

The cold stone, The words on the tombstone
a sad 3 lines to speak of a lifetime
the voice that sang of beauty and pain
the voice now stilled echoing only in the brain

And god stood still
The angels were silenced
as they witnessed the mute plea
of the deafening atrocity

Looking on in a wrath so bitter
the raging seas were struck still
the world frozen in time
not a pin could drop
no more blood would spill
when the world in silence does stop

the government and the execution
the end of a dictator
no more would his voice dictate
silence!! the court proclaims: guilty!

A far a lovers plea,
A still silent childless mother
dried up eyes and a face marked with sorrowful tear
the mouth will remain shut
for deaf is the world besot with fear

A million widows and a trillion orphans
a hungry billion and a dying zillion
a hopeful expectant hundred thousand
a still happy thousand
a waking ten hundreds
yawning in the morning light of a hundred suns
have all in common a single silence

A lone single silent
A prayed not even whispered
And delivered a beauty, words can not do
a silent tree bearing its agony

A gentle breeze in silence reassuring
and soft touch that only in silence can endure
remember the silent tombstone
for into that silence he world shall fade

A painting in still solemn quiet
a story read in just your mind
A smile in passing said more than a simple word
And atlast when nothing remains silence knows your there

And a poem that lays no form still in silence said
what a world of words can never believe
Silence! The world is silent.

Waiting for May

Stifled trials, questionable existence
Travel in the wrong sense
Wheat and Barley
all strangers totally
Use and usefulness
meaning and meaningfully
furlong sunsets and typhoid
Makes no sense

Life wanders along.
meaningless existance
till you came along
meaning of life?

Sticky rivers of honey
reduced to dangers so funny
you look for a meaning in this poem
I ask you why?

Stop and smell the flowers
Get stung by a bee
Stop and take in the scenery
dont do it standing on the road
sense and sensibility
pride and prejudice
did she have to make anagrams?

A rhyme in a strange time
lost apon a field of lime
time like a trial
seperates and partitions
are you aware its happening
or are you so busy?

answer my question
reason with yourself
it starts with a day it moves to two it becomes a week
it lingers to a month
then what?
don't get so estranged
that when i see you
only the eyes of an eagle will recognise whats
moving away in the distance

maybe i'm being paranoid
talk to me, make me see
rescue me, be rescued by me
am i selfish? arn't we all?

Waiting for may
i'm waiting............

i'll get over it...we all have to learn to deal wiht things...its the way of life..bend in the wind or get broken.....dont...worry too much love

A Tad too much!!



These little fragments of our lives. The memories that build a human being. Sometimes they overwhelm you. If you've ever been traveling somewhere all by yourself, completely immersed in thought, in recollection, and all of a sudden you have a big grin on your face or a solitary teardrop tricking down your cheek. You know what i'm talking about. Its a welcome nostalgic memory that pervades the present and carries you off to a different time a different place.

The danger of being all alone is that you get carried away a little too often into this world of the past. Into a blur of places with distinct detailed spots. A rare moment is good is nice, its the little dash of spice to your life. Its like a red chilli in an omlette which still makes itself known long after the omlette is gone. As often as these memories hit me, it becomes, slightly strange. Not that I am actually complaining because the drops startlingly clear memory are more than welcome.

Its just that suddenly you realise that the focus of your life lies elsewhere. I know where mine is, in whom it resides. so when you don't have enough to distract you you automatically switch to a time when somebody can drive you to distraction. But the thing is it makes you wonder about the inequality of needs. It makes you think about how much the other person really remembers you and well actually how much time one has to remember you. I know on days i have enough on my plate to keep me from nostalgia. Its however a certain lack of being needed that drives you to actually sometimes get angry at the frequency of these memories.

When despite all assurances you know that you need surpasses that of another, dont ask me how! you just know and if it isn't confirmed by a certain occurrence. Rather the lack of it. You still deep down believe it. But atleast the saving grace is being an unconfirmed thing you can still refute it. You can still fight within yourself and say its untrue. However being a confirmed fact. It becomes a little scary. A occurrance that brings you abruptly to the face of reality. There is no excuse for it.

Note: you know what im thinking because i unlike you express myself. A blog that you read regularly. And this particular entry im sure you know what it refers to. It doesn't make a singular reference however. Its a generalization that holds true anywhere in the world. And its applies for some other people as well.

Set him free!!

There is a child in all of us. There is an innocent little child, who loves to play, to be free, to know the world as a bird does. Limitless and vast. A child who can close his eyes and spread his arms and believe they are the swift swallow or the Golden Eagle. There is a child in all of us. Who can believe the ocean is yellow and the sky is green. There is a child in all of us who drops off to sleep at a soft slow song. Theres a child in all of us who wants to tunelessly imitate a t.v star. There is a child in all of us.

Set him free!!

Our Sun..lightless and brightless

Ever stopped to consider how your life revolves around a certain few places. like when we were kids, our centrifuge was school and home. We Grew up a little and it moves from the home to the school and a few other hang out places, maybe a friends place, may be a pizza place, maybe a plaza, whatever it is it then revolves around that. Then comes college and thus a whole myriad of places around which we revolve. Then again, looking at it from a bigger perspective its still the same city. No matter where we go some days you just realize that these points these places in your life define you. Like today while I was doing a most routine Jog in my Colony Park and i ran by my 5th class maths teacher, naturally you stop to reminiscence for 5 minutes. A little later I jogged past my Economics Professor, and again I stopped to greet. Just then it struck me how (I'm not making a point) separate points of my being are brought together at one place. Ofcourse i wont be so humble as to say my life revolves around a park. All existence is defined by a place. Now the reason I haven't said the much clichéd "around a person or a people" well it does but what I've come to realize is that all we humans are merely transitory.

There is no guarantee of our existence. And if Existentialism is a norm then all of us are Sisyphus es!!! after all our lives no matter the place become as routine as Sisyphus's punishment and whats more, is that we are tragic because no one, not one of us realize that. People make our lives the way they are but we are rooted to the places that are our focus because after all its the place or one of the places that bring us into contact with those people too. There was no point to this nothing to make, i'm not a lawyer. But its something bizarrely bare to all theories contradicting Existentialism. I've only heard of the theory but odds are I've come to believe in it...You think?

Racist India.

Celebrity Big Brother, Jane Goody and Shilpa Shetty. These are all names brought into the limelight recently. The charge of racism has fanned the sparks and set ablaze age old Colonial Indian resentments. Sitting in India one only hears of how Indians in the US or the Uk are mistreated. We are aware of the skinheads and other forms of racial discrimination. India has always strongly protested apartheid in South Africa. Being exposed to racial discrimination we have become a nation sensitive to the victims of this polluted social behavior.

But cry outrage and let loose the dogs of war!! Neo sports in anticipation of the West Indies - India cricket match came out with ads which are racially discriminating. Agreed National spirit and Unity in the face of a match on home ground will bubble up and we all stand on the soil we patriotically support. Its not a excuse however, to mistreat the West Indies cricketers. Sincerely answer, would any one not racist refuse water to anyone? Would a foreigner in India enjoying a boat ride with a loved one be frowned apon and abandoned just because of the color of his skin? I'm sure if it where a white, Indians being the way we are would have fawned apon the white skinned and not only not offered them water would have brought anythings so desired by the white skin.

Much as Piyush Pandey ("creative" director of Ogilvy and Mather) would deny this and tell anti racism activists to go take a "beep". the fact remains that this discriminating treatment holds true. In a country with illiterate and rural population far surpassing the literate, and with cricket as its primary source of entertainment. These ads encourage and impart a wrong message. That just because these West Indians are darker than us let us deny them water. Australia, England have all played here in India, Pakistan too. But never has such filthy treatment been meted out to them. it is the part of the educated to behave responsibly and send out a message to the many illiterate. Every second Indian teenager with fervor-ous cricketing drive would want to mistreat a black in India, in emulating this advertisement.

It seems that the "creative" flow of O&M has dried up. Some one said that the ad bolsters collective ego. Ego??? is this shabby treatment of guests an ego bolstering matter? does our ego need bolstering? If the same was to happen to the Indian team in West Indies would any Indian have tolerated it????

Lets ask Piyush Pandey!! Cry foul on the treatment of shilpa shetty yet how superflous are we? Just because they are black!! let me see an advertisement with as much reach and popularity as these Neo Sports ads treat a white person in the same way and i would drop my protest. Pandey should be sacked. Enjoy cricket but maintain a certain standard. we don't need to stoop so low. I know a statement i am about to make will earn me a lot of discredit but in the face of this filthy ad. I wish West India wins just to show up the stupid ad.

Mankind or amoeba?

These things we do
The reasons for branching like flu
a knot here , a group there
A friend we once knew
A face from which we always flew

Starting from this bunch
running in-between lines ,
this one's nice i have a hunch
oh! that one pines

Splintering, shattering, opening, closing
no better than red elephants posing
mankind or amoeba?
Faithful, loyal, honour bound
Oh thats all round!!

solitary, popularity, ways of a species
ways of a group, ways of an individual
where does one belong?
In the abyss of the divisible?
Or on a mountain of sole hermitage?

Dilemma of life, we row
hope and faith, go with the flow?
or stand firm as the utilitarian man?
forever worshiping Jeremy Bentham


Hey!! for those who did not get this...i'm just taking about how allegiances are always changing! how one day one finds themselves the inner circle of this group and two weeks later you are with some one else..sometimes you find those few people you know you'd always be with. But sometimes you just want to exist as a solitary being. The social moods of man...thats what i was harping about...abstract?? maybe i don't know. I'm just expressing myself.

Moral Shoral!!!!

We are so proud of our country. when it comes down to an India Pakistan match each and everyone is a zealot. When it comes to a permanent seat in the UNSC, we demand it as a right India earns. I can go on about our nationalistic passions. What i really want to know is if you are so nationalistic, why does it become so hard to bend down and pick up your litter? Why cant you spit your pan and other disgusting bodily discharges in a sanitary way and away from the public. Why can't you behave in a more decent manner with women. Why does every sentence spoken need to be punctuated with a "bc" or a "mc"?

Is it a cultural thing to do the above mentioned? What i don't understand is we delhites treat the metro as a matter of city pride. Yet i have seen more than a few people spitting red pans and just spitting otherwise on the walls of the stations. Then show a toothy grin as an acknowledgment and pride in the fact that rules were broken. It is their spit that will go down in history as the first spit to ever adorn the walls of the metro. The edict to Indian culture to stand through the face of time!! Then there is something that i really must clarify. Why must you pee in anyplace apart from a toilet. Does it gratify some remote un-understandable nationalistic passion? Or have humans taken to marking their territory as does mans best friend.

When traveling to college or just here and there, there is atleast one monument which is something that really is a part of our heritage. Yet it is defaced by thousands of "bittoos" loving another thousand "pinkys". Really where is the pride? Talk of culture. Indian indegenious tribes are being destroyed in the face of national pride. I've recently been fully made aware to the Narmada struggle. In the mire of political battles one kurta clad bigshot trods down a thousand skinny boned bodies living hand to mouth. All in the name of our great nation.

it seems breaking rules are a way of life. Some thrills we all get in breaking school rules, college rules. When and where to grow up, be an adult is something no one seems to know or doesn't want learn. the fact that jaywalking is illegal in India yet it is immensely satisfying to walk right into the car and cross the road. Traffic rules!! really have you heard of them? You can't blame the government. The least they do is provide us with dustbins, build nice smooth roads. Infact it is a particular itch that a brand new road must at all costs be dug up and left in ruin. God knows, Pakistan will rule the world if it isn't dug up!!!

Is it so hard to ask for responsibility with pride. Make our country a place to really be proud of. That India can be defended on moral grounds and not just with macho militant thought. Is it so hard to ask for restraint on the apparent pleasures of spitting, peeing, blowing your nose, littering on the roads. Is it so hard to ask for a safe city for half of mankind for somebody's mother, or someone's daughter or sister? Is it so hard to ask for politeness. Is its so hard?

Its a common known fact. A foreigner in India is stared at followed around and maybe the attractions of "white skin" are just to powerful. Is a little self respect too much to ask for? I love my country and thats why this is so hard to bear. My friends think i'm non nationalistic and i hate my country. That is not true!! i can't bear the thought of associating myself to something that is morally reprehensible to me. My country is mine. I love it. Thats why i clean up. thats why i try my best to make a difference.

Some where In this Life;

O Aching Heart how shall i quieten you?
O merciless seas why do you torture us so?
Where are the ends of the trials of time
and where are the ends of the trials of distance
The time you go...and the time you come.
And in between there ends no time.

Searing wounds tear at the heart,
they burn the soul, bind the eyes with
drops of golden tears.
O heavens that send angels......
O guardians of mankind.......
can you bare to see such sorrow?

When the rays of the setting sun fall
on the last shores; as day departs with
the glory of his warmth and the beauty of
his wisdom. When the rays of the setting sun
fall on the last shores of this aching heart
When away the tears you wipe with
the smile of your heart.

The smile that is more than rain to arid desert
The laugh that is more than love to the dying
The hug that is more than the last warm waves
of departing day; So sweet is your kiss
so tender are your lips. The embrace of your arms
are like the warmth of a blanket on a misty winter
night.

O bear me across the shores of this violent world
into the arms of the waiting heart. O lift me
from this whirl of religion and life
and family and strife. For in your arms o Departing day,
O golden Ray of setting sun, does forever lie the life
that i cherish and protect.
For in your arms lie the heart thats mine beating in
that wonderful breast. For in your eyes
is an image. There i behold my own reflection

And there i stay till death do us part.

Perception...not pessimism...

We humans try to find reason behind everything. What distinguishes us from apes and other mammal are our exceptionally active brains, transcending the primeval. But we look for reasons, we search for answers everywhere and anywhere. nevermind the authenticity of where we get our answers from, the establishment tested on time is enough to grant such authenticity. Resonances of religion echo anwers, religion is also a search for answers. Thats why its so at odds with science one proffers it on logic the other on faith.

We live for a reason. Our life has a poupose it cant be a meaningless journey, but is that pourpose defined by a higher authority or is it a quest for self realisation? what do we want to realise ourself for? Whole lifetimes, many trillions of them have gone by in a mindless rut. The few names we remember, it that the kind of self realisation we want? Pessimism is not the object. Reality has its way of defining things for us in such a way that it leaves no room for that time of introspection. Even if we have the liesure of that time, what does a moments realisation stand for? The very next day, or week it is blurred by the events of reality.

Is it experiance of the moments in time that you pass through that leave a lasting impression? raising ambiguities is the pourpose of a poet. Then is everyones life a poem? It is! its sings right from the wailing of the baby, to the trials of the child, through the experiances as an age after another age pass us by leaving in its wake the vast sands of dusty coffins and scattered ashes, till at the end we join in the endless desert. They say the soul is boundless. Religions profess this and science can't deal with it yet. But what is the soul without awareness, without memory? a floating bump of beating gold? a heart shaped listless passivity that just survives in the moment. whether to be tortured in eternal anguish or spend vastness of eternity in empty bliss? there are no answers to what the human mind can not divine. Yet we go on searching for answers. Generations and generations of scholars, thinkers, philosiphers, poets,artisits, scientist, humans have spent the granted average 80 years in pursit of an truth that is not just ellusive but the existance of which is in doubt. What then are these poems worth? living for the now. The beauty of bringing that joy to the hearts of those that read. Evoking emotions, tears, passions, happiness
be it for a fleeting summer or a life of 70. Even though the witness of life may not remain eventually the fact that your life touched a heart, left a mark makes it all worthwhile. The craggy hills of endless eternity can not be trespassed by the concious mind, yet the concious heart can in its earthly presence make a stand so strong that the heartless will cry, the loveless will feel, the passion, the poison, the bitter sweet rememberance of so strong a heartbeat. That in its heartbeat banished the bounds of time and space. that thwarted the finality of death. The heartbeat that burst forth in a pounding of the air and the ripple of the meadowed tall grass. That scarred the moon and smote the sun with a brilliance so strong that it can only be called....Love. obesiance to That shrine wherein beats that heart that can make you love is all that matters, the questions are over. the purpose of my life is to be your purpose. I love you.

Or the lack of it;

so thoughts gathered....baby put me back in my thread .....here goes....

we live in a secular india, where equality is normative and where justice prevails. We have a certain amount of religious tolerance, ofcourse gujrat and Modi are harldy included in that, nor are the missionatry killings of Orissa nor the forcible conversions during the freedom struggle, the muslim - hindu pitch battles are neither testament nor argument to tolerance. Despite all this we can say we do have a certain amount of religious tolerance, after all why shouldn't we tolerate, religion is a personal choice. My religion has nothing to do with yours, and yours has nothing to do with mine. Yet when boundaries blur and lines are overstepped we erupt into zealous warrior clans. The godhra incident, the mass citings i can name in proof of this zealotry is endless. The fact is that we really dont have religious tolerance, calling it indifference is more appropriate. Leaving alone religion lets come down to different matters, communities have zero tolerance of each other, this infact is a well acknowledged way of life, maybe again it can exclude a few highly metropoolised people but this percentage can't even be calculated for its sheer decimality. You have the south Inidans spoken off with contempt in the north, you have the punjabis similarly scorned in the south, the U.P's in other places, need i mention the brethern Bihari?, you have the northeast dissmissivly acknowledged all over the rest of our soverign territory, you have the gujratis and the bengals joked off, you have the middle belt ignored. "Dilli walas" are not very popular in "mumbaikar" eyes and vice versa and of calcutta and madras; well i'll leave that upto your imagination. The bottomline is we dont have communal tolerance, and here communal takes on a different shape not a religious rather regional. This is not even the bottom off how deep tolerance, or the lack of it stretches.

Women, Men the great gender divide. Let me cite a simple example. travelling in delhi's public transportation how often is a man obliged (for fear off offending the over chivialrous types) to give up his seat to a lady, and how many of those times is it done with some silent resentment and grumbling? being honest to myself i would say unless its a really old woman i really dont think any woman has a right to ask for a seat and yet demand equality (but again i shud be taken to task this time by the feminist and the female sex in genral). ofcourse we have tolerance to a much greater extent here, but this is Delhi the capital of Secular India. Having been to many villages you can observe even today that a woman is not tolerated to be studying, to play cricket (indeed!!!), to eat before the man (shocking??) in genral she is not tolerated to have her own individuality. so lets redefine tolerance, infact divide it on a broad spectrum that has no inbetween; you tolerate in the city but grumble and you dont tolerate in the village and thrash! but lets get down to even more instances of tolerance, once again rather the lack of it. Sexuality, it is a individual choice...right? well lets see how we tolerate it. I wouldn't say i am intolerant of different sexualties, i am tolerant as long as it includes consenting adults call it degree wise tolerance. However; some friends, i could call them, get very very turned on by lesbians (the feminine homosexuality) and get very upset (for propriety of words) at gays (the male homosexuality) and i cant say too much about the reverse senario because my female friends really wont tolerate me discussing such opinions with them for fear of breeching there modesty and decency, without which society wont tolerate them.

Leaving gender behind, let me come back to tolerance on political opinions. Lets take our elections. You go to a RSS man and say congress or Laloo or islam or christianity or parsi and you'll be lcuky to escape unthrashed for reasons i cant fathom. Then tolerance on a simple simple level, or agin its lack. Travelling in our famed public transport, you get to hear the best and the worst of hindi music be it the racy remixes, the off beat oldies or the bus drivers 'besura' casette worn with over use and sounding like Lata Mangeshkar ( no offence to the nightingale or her million and one fans); but the minute the driver catches snatches of english on the radio he just cant tolerate it and canters the bus wildly while attempting to change the station. I cant say im any better, while i dont drive buses i dont allow hindi music in my car while im driving either. So then who am i to speak of tolerance. Well, i am nobody in this regard so madonna " papa dont preach" applies to me as well.

Just let me close with saying that Tolerance is an individual choice. So also are the things we must tolerate so just live and let live, the world after all is round.

Many Happennings!!!

we'll since a certain special person has come back its almost like living in a dream, but i know that the seconds are real. i know that the moments are true, i know all this because my heart feels everything all the more poignantly. i am happy...i am sooo soo happy, but this happiness is transient and it only helps you to transit through life but i would have it no other way.

lifes been a whirl and already 10 days have passed, since my baby came back, 10 of the very few days. I cant be all preachy about love, its not my place all i know is that T i love you with all my heart and soul and for you i will do anything.

I was thinking about how seemingly facaded our lives our, we go through the motions of daily life all to be able to live and yet in the end we all must die. i dont wanna talk about sad things well some thoughts are collecting but i'll let them ferment a little more before i can expound a truly philosophical piece....abhi gotta study!!

The reason for being sooo soo happy......what can i say about it??? i love you baby....you make my world the most beautiful place to live in. I've told you before....and now i make a public declaration of it.....if you take all the love of all the lovers in the world it wont be enough to describe my love for you.

I cant get any luckier and i cant get any richer than what your love has made me. You are my T!!!!


I Love You I love You!!!!