How much does a parent has over his children?

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An appeal to women!!

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My childhood poem

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Polygamy vs Monogamy

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Please note that The skeptikal observer has moved to Impulse. This blog will still function but will contain only very personal moments.

Me and my cellphone

 

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1.       It is 3 am in the night. Well…it is night yes. I usually go to bed at 3. No No. That was pretty metaphorical. I go to bed at 12 yes. But I don’t sleep before 3. The earlier “go to bed” was meant to express my literally sleeping… Fuck. I should sleep now.

2.       It is 3:14. The face of my mobile phone clear proclaims that it is indeed, 3:14 in the morning. I tap some buttons and my facebook homepage appears in the screen. Don’t ask me which screen. Just a tap of a button. The Symbian enabled application logs-in me, into my world. Facebook. But wait!! No new notifications? It was a long 15 minutes before I checked it. Something should have happened. L

3.       It is 3:26. I check for the time from time to time. I know my mother may wake up. She doesn’t like me sleeping late. I am reading an e book. 1984. George Well. It is a great book. I read all my books in my phone. But it’s time for some rest. The headphones are carrying some Pink Floyd genius into my ears. I like to listen to them.

4.       It is 3:30. Just got a message in my phone. Oh yes. Someone just commented on one of my pics. Let me answer it. Today was an awesome day in the college. We had a rocking bakar session in which all kind of bitching was done. LP (HRC) was the initial hangout place after which we proceeded to a nearby market. We had some awesome clicking experiences. I was too happy with it. So I had put up a status and all my pictures. My 3.5 MP camera mobile came in handy. I love my cellphone. 😛

5.       It is 5:30. Mother just switched on some lights. Fuck. Need to sleep. Fuck. Need to update my message. “Gooood morning guys”. I couldn’t have done it but for my sweet One touch Net.

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Media and Internet

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TDIPH 5 – The Make Up

Caution: This post if full of Philosophy.

The thing about being committed is that you can’t get enough time for your friends. Even if you spend all your day with them, more often than not one of them will always come up with an abrupt expression of sadness over your absence from some joke. They will try to show you that you are no longer required in the group. Mind it, they don’t want you outside of the group. But of course, their new-born jealousy and instinctive slyness shows up now and then.

The above stands true when your girlfriend is not from the same group you hang around with. If, by some unfortunate accident, one of your group-buddies become your girlfriend—you both have to leave the group. Forever.

It was long after that legendary break-up, which this story starts. But this may not be a story after all. But we won’t discuss that now. Enough of Genre discussions!!

There are many privileges one enjoys when he tries to observe everything around him. A skeptical observer can analyze situations quickly. He can form impressions of others quickly. In fact it is one of the things people don’t like about him. He KNOWS what is going on in their mind. This makes them feel insecure. They start repressing their inner self in his presence. But this is applicable in case of those who KNOW him. For people who are new to his telepathic powers may well be more susceptible.

Sometimes the skeptical observer does not feel so HAPPY reading others’ minds, There are not HAPPY things always. There are insecurities within. There are discreet lies which they often tell themselves to hide bitter realities of life. There is continuous jabbering of a confused mind. And there are ideas about his projection in their minds. He does not like it!!

• Good feelings: yes, it feels nice when you know people think nice of you. You feel contented that you are respected. But who needs others’ opinions? Are you not complete in yourself? Do you really need others to define you?

• Bad Feelings: who will feel good when he comes to know that others think ill of him? But that is not the thing that makes you uneasy.Prejudice. Yes. You feel like explaining the other person that it is not true. You feel like changing his feeling towards him. But you know you can’t do anything. You know you can’t just change the things around you. You have to act. Yes action… You need to act such that he understands your inner self better.

It is a bitter truth of life, that to live it properly you have to find such approvals from others. It is a sad reality of life that sometimes, you have to crouch down below your own ideals to make others understand what you feel of life and what they should feel about you. I am doing the very same thing now…..

Why they? But why not? They are important to your life. They, with whom you share your happiness and sorrow, they, with whom you feel happy…contented.

The reason of break up was not as foolish as was highlighted in the previous chapter. It was graver. And I don’t intend to explain it to others. I am happy. Thank you *—* for finally understanding me. 😛



16. Emptiness

There is an emptiness which I can’t descry.

I am feeling low but can’t tell why.

There are a lot of things I want to write here

but I find no words to describe them. I wish there

was no peace in the world so that I could

be peaceful at the idea of being as one should

be that is peaceful. I know I am sad.

The world for me is nothing but a fad

machine which churns your peace

into the bits of your piece

cut from the chunks of your sweat and blood

and bones and cud.

I want to escape from this pain.

I once again desire to become insane.

15. He loves me. He loves me not.

Please go through the following terms and conditions before going through this may-be-highly-controversial monologue.

1. It does not, in any way, relate the emotions of any of the students’ of INGLEES HONORS KILAAS, even if, the post is the fifteenth chapter of my life in HRC.
2. The people addressed to, or indicated in this monologue of a girl, does not, in any way, are the students of INGLEES HONORS KILAAS.
3. I don’t intend to hurt the emotions of people I know and love in any, known or unknown, way.
4. ” ” and ” “, please don’t kill me after reading this post.
5. Others: Please don’t fill in the blanks.

The first time I saw him, he was talking to other boys of the class. Smart, handsome and well groomed. A vibrant ray of inexplicable confidence was oozing out of him. He was laughing hard… a laugh of a child… innocent… yet there was a maturity in it never seen before. It was not love at first sight. May be it was. No.Yes…

He was friendly with other people of the new class. His magnetic persona attracted people towards him in no time. Everyone was yearning to befriend him. I was no different. I too approached him. I shook his hand. The touch… But he was as amiable as before. I expected a special response!!

Days converted into weeks. Hi’s converted into silent yet all conversing smiles. We would meet everyday. We would talk to each other. We would play funny games with other. With each passing day, my admiration for him touched newer heights. With each passing day, my love for him increased manifold. Love? Silly me. Can I call it as love? Isn’t it just infatuation? Or rather, as I said, respect?

He has a great sense of humor. He possesses a sharp wit. I like these qualities in a man. Everyone likes these qualities in a man. So everyone flocks around him incessantly. I don’t like it.

Somehow I feel that he knows that I like him. I know that he likes me. But why does he behave in such a manner to me? I try to catch his attention. I try to make him aware of my presence. But he feigns ignorance. Why does he do it? Tell me, why do you do it?

May be this is my imagination. May be, he does not like me at all. May be… his negligence is part of his refusal to me…may be… But I won’t stop myself. I will continue burning myself in this agony until I find his answer. Yes or no. I don’t care. No No… I care… 😦

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Some serious Talk

Some of the most important things to be noted down in your diaries and remembered. They may help in life-death situation.

• No word in the English language rhymes with “month”. (Poets and poetesses, an assignment for you.)
• “Go.” is the shortest complete sentence in the English language. (Go Go Go…)
• An ostrich’s eye is bigger than its brain. (And Aak….’s…….???)(no offense intended)
• Ants don’t sleep. (One thing is clear then: I am not an ant)
• The opposite sides of a dice cube always add up to seven. (Wow….a new discovery, Einstein where are you?)
• The number of registered vehicles in Delhi is more than the sum total of registered vehicles in Mumbai, Calcutta, and Chennai. (Ha ha ha….Mumbai wale…huh…)
• According to a study by the Economic Research Service, 27% of all food production in Western nations ends up in garbage cans. Yet, 1,2 billion people are underfed – the same number of people who are overweight. (Wo sab India mein kyun nahi bhejte?)
• If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. (Abhimanyu!! Start!!)
• It’s impossible to sneeze with your eyes open. (I know you are trying to do this. I won’t disturb you)
• Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day. (***beep****)
• Skepticisms is the longest word that alternates hands when typing. (ha ha ha…don’t type the name of my blog in google)
• The king of hearts is the only king without a moustache. (Samajh gaya Pra Nav…)
• The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated. (Seekho kuchh logoan…)
• Elephants are the only animals that can’t jump. ( thankfully !!)
• Mosquitoes do not bite. They stab. A mosquito has no jaws, hence when attacking a victim, it pierces it with its long proboscis and sucks the blood up through it’s nasal tube. (Samjhe Dramasoc walon….)
• INTERCHANGEABILITY contains the words THREE, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, THIRTEEN, THIRTY, THIRTY-NINE, EIGHTY, EIGHTY-NINE, NINETY, and NINETY-EIGHT(….fuck…)
• Beetles taste like apples, wasps like pine nuts, and worms like fried bacon. (ab khaane mat lag jana)You can’t kill yourself by holding your breath (now this is strange…)
• Adolf Hitler was a vegetarian, and had only ONE testicle. (Did he have any children?)
• Some worms will eat themselves if they can’t find any food! (How?)
• Queen Elizabeth I regarded herself as a paragon of cleanliness. She declared that she bathed once every three months, whether she needed it or not. (And I used to think I was the greatest paragon 😦 )

14. Manyu’s Dhoom-1

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Inception- Doubts.

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I know Inception is one of the greatest movies ever. I also know what it means to many of us. But still there are many questions the curious part of my mind tends to ask whenever I think about this movie. I would like to find their answer and I think many of you will help me.

These are the questions:

1. How do the extractors enter the dream of another person? Ok if it can be done how his direction of dreams is controlled? And even if it can occur, how they manage to create a dream for him?
2. How does Cobb’s subconscious enter a dream which in fact is of Yusuf’s?
3. How can it be so that without even her knowledge Cobb was able to enter into a dream designed by her? (The question pertains to the scene when Cobb teaches Ariadne.)
4. How Eames is able to impersonate anyone he likes?
5. The projection of Browning (Fischer’s godfather) tells him that he was always behind his father’s money. Was that idea already inside Fischer’s mind? If not, why did Fischer believe him?
6. How the gravity is able to affect the dream? In other words how acceleration is able to affect the dreams? Even if we consider the general principle of relativity to be true in the dream world, then how will you explain the smooth jerk-free dreams which we have in the trains continuously accelerating and decelerating? I mean to say that Yusuf driving the car and subsequent shifting of weather and gravity (in Arthur’s dream) as well as the total absence of gravity during the car’s free-fall: how are they correlated?
7. Why everyone goes into Cobb’s Limbo when he dies in the third level of the dream? I mean see Fischer, it can be argued that since Fischer was killed by Mal, Cobb’s projection in his own dream, he should go into Cobb’s limbo (but this also is plausible) but what about Saito? On what basis should he go into the limbo of Cobb? There is one more weaker question? How come there are people(security guards as well as Cobb’s children) with Saito in the limbo? Are they projections of Saito himself or Cobb?
8. Why is Mal’s projection in Cobb’s dreams (mind) always bent upon destroying his plans?
9. Fischer’s conscious as well as sub conscious knows that his father is dead. How come he(father) appear in the third stage of the dream? It was a design of Adriande of course, wasn’t it a sufficient deception for Fischer to notice that he was being attacked?

It may seem that many of the questions are too naïve. But I have put them here because their probable explanations are real the points of questions I have in my mind. So anybody please, if has that genius of understanding Nolan, please help me in solving these mysteries.

Do you want to become an entrepreneur? (via THE SKEPTIKAL OBSERVER)

an old post of mine…

There are millions of ideas to choose from. Thousands of new businesses are created each year in India using those ideas. And hundreds of them fail every month. This post is NOT about them. This post is about those few who succeed. In the yesterdays most of the youngsters, when asked, used to say: "I want to be a doctor.""I want to be an engineer" or "I want to be a pilot." When APJ became the president of India, everyone started claiming that he … Read More

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No. love can’t be a word for that!!

Whenever she is here, you feel an unknown tension building up…Inside. The sense of tension tickles you from inside and makes you vulnerable…Outside. You want to get away from her because you feel the tension is overbearing. You can’t get away from her because you know you can’t. You keep mum in front of her. You want to see her speak. You want to observe her lips speak. You want to see them twist into a smile. Yes…a smile. You feel you can do anything to bring that smile on her face. You know you can watch that smile lingering on her face for eternity. You acquire a meaning of life by looking at her smile. Yes…a smile…

You don’t want others to know about it. Your feelings. You are too scared to lose her…even if you haven’t got her yet. Yet you start writing ‘love’ on your facebook statuses. You are not sure if its love though. How direly you want to attach that word to your feelings!! Yes feelings…from anonymity to acquaintance to friendship to l…you blush when you start typing those words. You stop typing when you become aware of that tingle in your heart…yes a tingle does the job…your heart start pumping harder whenever someone mentions her name in front of you…you ears get raised up…you suddenly wake up from a dream.

Yes…Dreams…they are the most wonderful thing in the world. You are the hero of your dreams. She is the heroine. You have all the powers of all the supermans and spidermans and batmans. You know you are dreaming. You know you are not a God. But you aspire to be one in front of her…at least…in her dreams. In your dreams you save her from monsters, from terrorists…you know its too melodramatic…you know it can never be real…but who wants the real world when the dreams are so beautiful?

Are you in love?

13. A hand to hold

A thought, a whisper, a word to hear
We’ll make it through the dark, have no fear

The melody of life flows through us
It is enough to break the curse

Of loneliness, despair and mistrust
And move on to a better world, we must

I want to hear you sing again
And let go of all your pain

To feel and be swallowed in your essence
Just give yourself, give us a chance

Cause you are the reason for my smile and my tears
You are the reason for my faith and my fears

I promise not to let you down
To walk with you always, to always be around…

-SMITA MATHUR

I have not been a very great fan of poetry for a vague reason that “Why complicate things when they are already too complicated?”. But over the times, there have been some very short and very sweet verses, which were simple in words as well as meanings but which were thoroughly enjoyed by my yet not-so-developed mind. This poem written by one of friends, Smita, is one of them. She may herself say that it is not one of her best but tell me honestly-“Does not its very simplicity make it great?”

12. नई घोड़ी नई चाल-1

“Good Morning boys and girls and girlfriends and boy friends and book worms and book repellents. Today, we are all gathered here, under the नीम का पेड़ to watch the legendary match of ऊंच नीच which is being played by none other than ईंगलीस ओनर्स किलास.

11. Heaven

I am sitting in an air conditioned car of Metro, Delhi Metro to be precise. And I am in my dreams… dreams, which are sometimes more real than reality… dreams, which my usual self succumbs to whenever he finds himself alone. But I am not alone here, in this E Sridharan’s boon to Delhi, the national capital of India…India, our country… our love…the place where we were born… our motherland… the place where we placed our first games. I am dreaming about those times, when I was pure… innocent…I remember too well…I want to go back to them…

Yes, I look back to my ‘happy’ past… happy, because I know I am not happy now…I want to be happy again. There is a woman sitting in front of me. There is a small child in her lap. And he is smiling…I look at him…I smile. He smiles back. I smile back…this time genuine…not forced. The smile just came out…I want to smile like that…always…I still remember those days when I was a child. I am a grown up now…From Poshumpa, from pakadam pakdai to vish amrit to ooch-neech ka papda, from cricket to football, from Mario to spiderman, from volleyball to basketball, from NFS to AOE. The journey has been long. The journey has been winding. And the journey has been tiring, as well as invigorating.

I am past that age. I am older now. My body still has its vigour…may be much more intense than before…but I am older nonetheless. As a child turns into a boy, as a boy turns into a teen; as, a teen gets converted into a man…a layer develops around him…a translucent layer of mist…of knowledge… yes…knowledge makes us imperceptive…we lose our natural tendency of enjoying things. We are laughing hard…harder than we could ever do…but still…; we can define it as a laugh…we can proclaim to the world that we have enjoyed what occurred a few seconds ago…but is it really so? Are there no other important things in our mind? Are you not worried about some lesson to be done? Are you not worried about some meeting? Are you not worried, that how people would react to the way you are laughing? Are you not worried about the next joke you are going to crack so that people in front of you may get impressed? Are you really laughing because you think that the joke is good? Don’t tell me. Ask yourself.

But there are moments. Yes…there are moments in our lives when we become a child again. We lose ourselves then. We stop worrying about the past. We stop craving about the future. We just live the present. Yes…then our laughs are genuine…then our smiles are legitimate…honest to ourselves…honest, to the world…

Today, I had some of those rare moments. Today, I really laughed. I laughed hard…harder than ever before. And I enjoyed…the voice was coming from inside my heart…from oonch-neech ka papda to vish amrit…to chain-chain, we played all of them…we, the students of Inglees onurs kilaas…I had thought that I would write a whole post about what happened today…about how I relived my life again…I wanted to imprint 7^th September, 2010 into my blog. But tell me honestly, can any form of writing might have done justice to that? Some things can only be felt…and they can be felt only from inside…from experience…today’s day was one of them…

Pure, sublime, empyreal and consummate…today we experienced heaven.

(please read: If I were a baby again)

10. Bitching

The fine art of bitching comprises following three laws:

1. The person you are bitching about should not be present amongst the bitching party.
2. The person you are bitching about can be from the bitching party.
3. Bitching should be done properly with proper and authentic proofs.
4. Never bitch in front of the best friend of the target.

With these subtle points in mind, the ‘trustworthy’ students of inglees onurs kilaas usually engage themselves in formidable bitching about the other students of inglees onurs kilaas. The following is an exemplary example in which A, B, C, D and E gather themselves under the “neem ka ped” and bitch about a certain person called Rahul Sharma.

A: Btw what do you think about Rahul?

C: That he is very fat. And snobby.

D: Oh yes, he just listens and listens and never talks. I don’t like him. And when he speaks he speaks only of his IIT. I used to that in Roorkee. I used to do this Roorkee. Always trying to show off.

A: Yes, have you ever noticed how he jumps off whenever his phone rings? Bloody show off. Trying to impress upon us that he is very important.

C: Yeah, you are right A. And his bloody blog. Pestering us to read and read. As if we have nothing in the world except to read his blog. Have you noticed how, in every five minutes, he updates his status with his new blog entry?

B: But he talks very nicely. I like him very much.

A, C, D and E: Ha ha ha ha. Lol….

C: Don’t tell me that you have a crush on that bear shaped monkey.

B: But……

E: And did you read his chapter 9. Loose motions….ha ha ha ha…..

A: Yeah. And he also saw our hands. Some sadhu baba he thinks himself. Bloody uncle.

B: By the way do you think he is single?

C: Keep quiet B. And have you ever noticed how he just goes away from us and starts looking somewhere else. I am sure he wants us to go to him. Walking upto him as if he were a great person. My foot.

A: Bloody ***beep****.

E: . I think he thinks himself some kind of bond. A bond who sacrificed his IIT to join English Honors.

D: Hush….He is coming here now…..

Individualism and Collectivism

Thousands of years ago, the first man discovered how to make fire. He was probably burned at the stake he had taught his brothers to light. He was considered an evildoer who had dealt with a demon mankind dreaded.

Some quotes from The Fountainhead that are insane (via 31fps)

I found this article while blog-hopping. Thought of sharing it because it comes out with many of my ideas.

UPDATE: I’ve moved my blog over to 31fps.com, so check that for my current updates. I am on the home stretch of reading The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand. It’s been the most amazing book I’ve ever read in my life. About halfway through the book, I realized how many enlightening quotes the book was filled with, so I tried something new: I put a bunch of post-its inside the cover, and everytime I found a quote I liked, I’d slap a post-it on it. And that … Read More

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Across the Dark Side of the Moon

Cover of Dark Side Of The Moon

He goes home, seeking consolation

Among old Beatles and Pink Floyd—

But “Girl” elicits mere frustration,

While “Money” leaves him more annoyed.

Alas, he hungers less for money

Than for a fleeting Taste of Honey.

Murmuring, “Money–it’s a gas!…

The lunatic is on the grass,”

He pours himself a beer. Desires

And reminiscences intrude

Upon his unpropitious intrude

Until he feels that he requires

A one-way Ticket to Ride—and soon—

Across the Dark Side of the Moon.

–Vikram Seth (The Golden Gate)

Krishna from a skeptical viewpoint-1

hare krishna.....

Bent-backed and white saried, with their shaven heads and outstretched begging bowls; on the heads: tuning fork shaped ash smear that marks out as disciples of Krishna. You notice them the moment you enter Vrindavan. Vrindavan, the place where, in some ancient times, Krishna had spent his childhood. Vrindavan, which in modern times is nothing more than a dumping ground of widows.

Once upon a time, there was a king named Ugrasen. He used to rule over the kingdom of Mathura. He had a beautiful wife called Padmavati, who gave birth to Kamsa. It so happened that he turned out to be very ambitious and he proposed his old father to be the king himself. But Ugrasen wanted to be the king for some more time. This forced Kamsa to wage an internal war against his only father and he coronated himself as the king.

Now, this made Lord Vishnu very angry. (Now don’t tell me that you don’t know Lord Vishnu. The eternal God who takes birth on earth occasionally.) He made it clear even before his incarnation as the ‘Dark lord’ by an aakashwani that he would be the eighth son of Devaki, Kamsa’s niece and would destroy Kamsa. (This prophecy was of course not made by the lord himself, but do you think that even a leaf can rustle in this world without his permission?)

Kamsa was an ’eminently practical’ man. He decided to keep his sister in prison. Kamsa was a foolish man too. And if he was not foolish, he must have lacked basic knowledge of sexual reproduction. He kept Vasudev in the cellar with his wife. But I can’t question it; of course. May be it was moral obligation on part of a man to respect his sister’s marital life even if he wanted to kill her eighth son.

Nevertheless, one by one, Devaki gave birth to many sons and daughters (I can understand that, the couple didn’t have anything to do in the cellar-age) and one by one, Kamsa, with utmost ‘cruelty’, killed each of them. Kamsa was a very practical man. He killed his possible destroyers in their very infancy. That was very clever of him. But..

To be continued……..

If I were a baby again… (via THE SKEPTIKAL OBSERVER)

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HRC- chapter 9

I woke up late since I had slept early. The day before had been dramatic. Quite dramatic. Today it was to be NS and PD and NK. But I did not want to attend their lectures. Lethargy.

You Know You’ve Been Online Too Long When…

1. Tech Support calls “YOU” for help.
2. Someone at work tells you a joke and you say “LOL” out loud.
3. You find yourself trying to cock your head 90 degrees when you smile.
4. You have called out someone’s screen name while making love to your significant other.
5. You keep begging your friends to get an account so “we can hang out”.
6. Three words: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
7. If you are male and see a female in the “Real” world that you wish to meet, your first thought is to IM her.
8. If you are female and you see a male in the “Real” world that you wish to meet, your first thought is that you wish he’d IM you.
9. You don’t understand the humor in the above mentioned #7 and #8 since the “real” world is at your fingertips.
10. You have to get a 2nd phone line just so you can call Pizza Hut.
11. When you have sex, you no longer are concerned about sexually transmitted diseases.
12. You walk into a room, and, finding that it has more than 23 people, you inform management that there is an error.
13. When looking at signs, you wonder why they are always “yelling” at you.
14. You go up to people you are attracted to “in real life” and ask them for their GIF.
15. Although you don’t know what they look like, you become insanely jealous of people hitting on your cyber-love.
16. You don’t even know what your cyber-love looks like.
17. When at work, your boss constantly reminds you that the word i should be capitalized.
18. You watch TV with the closed captioning turned on.
19. Your spouse now complains of you moving your fingers in your sleep instead of talking.
20. Your kids are eating cereal morning, noon, and night.
21. When someone says, “What did you say?” you reply, “Scroll up!”
22. You find yourself sneaking away to the computer in the middle of the night when your spouse is asleep.
23. You turn down the lights & close the blinds so people won’t know you’re on-line again.
24. You know more about your AOL friends’ daily routines than you do your own spouse’s.
25. You find yourself lying to others about your time on-line & when they complain that your phone was busy you claim it was off the hook.
26. You have an identity crisis if someone is using a screen name close to your own.
27. You would rather tell people that your bloodshot eyes are from partying too much than the truth (online all night).
28. You change your screen names so much that you have to look at your own profile to see who you are.
29. You go into labor and you stop to type a special E-mail to let everyone know you’re going to be away and how you’re feeling.
30. You marry your cyberboyfriend/girlfriend and you both sit at your own computers & chat to each other every night from across the room.
31. You type messages to people while you are on the phone with them at the same time.
32. You understand the humor in all of these jokes because you have committed then yourself!
33. Your dog leaves you.
34. You are doing things more and more that you swore you would never do when you first got online.
35. You sign on & immediately get 10 IMs from people who have you on their buddy list.
36. You have a map on the wall w/ LOTS of red thumbtacks to mark where people are you have met.
37. You look at an annoying person off-line & wish you had your ignore button handy.
38. You bring a bag lunch & a cooler to the computer.
39. Your significant other kisses your neck while you’re chatting and you think, “Uh oh, cyber sex perv”.
40. You go thru “withdrawal” if you are away from the computer for more than a few hours.
41. Your buddy list has over 100 people on it.
42. You understand what BIF ISO BIM means.
43. You wake up in the morning and the first thing you do is get online before you have your first cup of coffee.
44. You have to inject no-doze into your butt to keep it awake.
45. You have your computer set so it goes directly into AOL’s welcome screen.
46. You wait 6 hours online for a certain “special” person to come home from work.
47. You don’t know where the time has gone.
48. You end sentences with 3 (or more) periods while writing letters by hand.
49. Your relationship online has gone farther than any real one you have ad.
50. You get up at 2 am to go to the bathroom but turn on the computer instead.
51. You don’t even notice anymore when someone has a typo.
52. You enter a room & 23 people greet you w/ {{hugs}} or **kisses**.
53. You stop typing whole words and use things like ppl, dunno and lemme.
54. Your voicemail/answering machine message is “BRB, leave your s/n & I will TTYL”.
55. You type faster than you think.
56. You got your psychiatrist addicted to AOL too & are now undergoing therapy in private rooms instead of at his office.
57. You want to be buried with your computer when it dies or vice versa.
58. You actually enjoy the fact that you are addicted.
59. You can actually read & follow all the names of the cast that scrolls up your TV screen at the end of a movie.
60. People say, “If it weren’t for your super reflexes in your eyes and fingers, you would have been classified as a vegetable!”
61. You dream in “text”.
62. Being called a Newbie is a “MAJOR” insult.
63. There is absolutely no interesting chat in any room & you’re really bored.
64. You don’t want to leave in case you miss something.
65. You double click your TV remote.
66. You can now type over 70 wpm.
67. You think about starting a 12-step recovery group for AOL junkies.
68. You are on the phone a minute & need to do something else & say “BRB” or “BBL”.
69. You check your E-mail and forget you have real mail (a.k.a. snail mail).
70. You go into withdrawals during dinner.
71. You spend at least 30 minutes making sure you say goodbye to everyone in a room.
72. You stop speaking in full sentences.
73. You have gone into an unstaffed Tech Support room & ended up “giving” tech support to other AOLers.
74. You have to be pried from your computer by the “Jaws of Life”.
75. Your last sexual experience was really just a “textual” experience.
76. You know what a “snert” is.
77. You set your kitchen on fire while cooking dinner because you wanted to “check your mail” & while there you “just wanted to see who was online”.
78. You meet people from AOL in public & you have no idea what their real name is, so you call them by their screen name.
79. You’ve even gotten on an airplane just to meet some folks face-to-face.
80. When seeing someone you wish to meet, your second thought is wishing they’d be on AOL so you don’t have to meet them in person.
81. You have a vanity car tag with your screen name on it.
82. You no longer type with proper capitalization, punctuation, or complete sentences.
83. You have met over 100 AOLers.
84. When meeting a stranger, you ask for their profile. If they have a profile you ask them for an age/sex/location check.
85. You understand the humor in all of this.
86. You keep telling yourself to Get a Life.
87. When someone online says BRB, gotta go pee, you ask them to go for you, and think they can.

COMPLETELY COPIED FROM HERE. WANTED TO PRESERVE IN MY BLOG.

HRC-chapter 8

Anything to explain here?

AIM 250-8/29/2010

I want to see all the top 250 movies of all time from IMDB. The score sheet as of today.

HRC-chapter 7

READ THE FIRST PART HERE

An eerie darkness shrouded them. They were not afraid. Though. Silence…and then a blast of a voice. “Aage jaao….mmm….aage jaao”. A demented hand appears. Moving its fingers in unknown directions…The sound: coarse…The pitch: high, very high…”Left left…right right”…confused by itself. And the darkness. Two should-be-ghosts trying to show them the path…the path forward…the path away from their territory…

HRC-chapter 6

There are a large number of people in our class. Many of them come to attend college every day. Many of those many I happen to know by face. There are some whose names I have finally learnt; some I know are my friends, and there are a few of who are a little bit more…

The cubes of sugar, with their peculiar shapes and sizes, and different planes of crystallization, when introduced into the liquid for the first time, were dubious. They were in an inexplicable dilemma as to whether they would be accepted by the liquid, the to-be-master of their fortunes. They wanted the water to salvage their identity from itself; and they also knew it, that they would have to be destroyed to be helped so. They wanted to be dissolved into the water to prove that they were pure…

Today, I, with a respectable amount confidence, can say that—to a certain degree of accuracy—I know most of my friends. But to err is human and assertions about human behavior are relative. But I feel contented, a divine, phantasmagorical contentment, by telling myself that I know people. They are not like usual experimental objects to me, though. I can perceive their pulsating temples. But I always tend to study people around me; a mere whim, an assignment I assign to myself whenever I join a new community. It is, as I like to say in my words, is the defining characteristic of the skeptical observer.

Initially they were doubtful; the cubes, they were not sure whether they would successfully dissolve into water. Then the doubt turned into confusion, they cried at their own impassiveness. They knew they had to take initiative. They knew that they had to submit themselves to the moving molecules of water around. The tried to make sure that they were duly noticed. But despair. At one point of time, they even conjectured that perhaps, the liquid was not water after all; and that, they did not belong there…

Pranav: The Daddy
The best thing about this highly energetic guy is his sensually charming personality. He maintains himself well. He talks eloquently. I like his simple, straight and to the point talk. He is honest. No. Not only in the usual sense. He is honest to his own position he has created for himself in the group. His is our Daddy. He takes care of our group. I don’t exaggerate here. He keeps us on toes. Pranav is one of those people I respect from my heart. And there are very few of them from my world. He is sensible. He makes a lot of lame jokes. He is definitely attractive to the girls. He knows his strengths. He is a natural leader. He will be successful someday. I am sure.

Apoorva: The happy go lucky person
Yes. He is a happy-go-lucky person. He adjusts well. That is an important feature. He is a national shooter. But without mentioning that I can very well assert that he is well balanced. I don’t know how many of HRC readers will make any sense out of it, but he is very serious inside. All of are deep within. But not many can conceal it for too long. I respect Apoorv for his sheer beautifully charming personality. I couldn’t find a better word for beautiful. Apoorva believes in enjoying life. And enjoy does he always. But remember dude, people can see beneath the layers. You are more than what you show to the world.

26^th august 2010. Today was a day no different from others. We had an MM class. We were taught the marriage customs followed in eighteenth century Britain. And we were “surprisingly” told to complete our novel. Then came the usual “neem ka ped moment”. We huddled ourselves beneath the “imagine’d” meeting in the hall of imagine (an independent society ‘single-handedly’ formed by none other than Ananya). Ananya made a mental note of holding a serious meeting there on Saturday. The group started its usual session. It started with a few jokes coming out from the Abhimanyus and the Adityans. Ananya explained the adventure of the “lord of the handle” with much enthusiasm. Gurleen was also there. In her usual sophisticated composure. The jokes that were coming out were not that ‘tickling’. So Kanchan was not so effusive. Pranav was not there. Ash (I would rather prefer Ass because Ash is not a very good word) was away in her school. She had been invited as the chief guest of her school. Kanpur’s Ekta was present. She is a new member of our prestigious group. We started discussing as to what we would do in our spare time (we had to wait for the 12:20 class, for AD L:(). It was unanimously decided that we could not waste our time so easily. We stormed our minds for the same. But I don’t know from where it came. But an idea did, and it was to go to the very famous “scary castle”…yes the bhoot bangla…and in few more moments, our new class representative Natasha announced that AD had canceled the class.

Abhimanyu: eccentricity at its best
His Holiness, Mr. Abhimanyu Govind is the most famous person in the college. Rumors are there that he has been elected by the people to stand for the elections. But of course that is codswallop. He is just another meek human being who has been a prey of political humdrum. I don’t know why but it’s hard for a mortal like me to judge the character of His highness. He is stylish. He is amusing. He is serious about his studies. He is a great musician and sings mercilessly. He is a natural prankster. He takes care of girls. He takes care of their emotions. I know you will say that I am being too harsh on him. But he is bare. And racous. And that is what is appealing about him. Keep that racousness dude. You will go far.

Numbers were dialed and phones were ringed. Scary castle…the soon to be haunted target by the group. An unusual curiosity started exhibiting itself. Information was gathered. Surreptitious conjectures were surmised. There was excitement in the air…mystery adding to it….making it, more spicy. I had a quick visit to my past when we, as kids, used to play hide in seek in the legendary khandar. Ghosts, monsters, wandering spirits and whatnots…we were sure we would find all of them. We wanted to be haunted…

The Khandar

And then came the time when they started mixing up. One cube into another. Water was the force behind it. Making them move, into an abstract motion and allowing them to collide. Warmth helped…yes…there was warmth in the way they treated each other. They finally came to know that it was actually water, that they were finally dissolving into…making themselves liquid…mingling into it forever…Bliss…

Adityan: the witty Jester
He is the most versatile persona of our group. A complete joker. He knows how to make even the gloomiest of flower to come alive. He has a natural knack of making you laugh. And that in his company you find yourself nothing but laughing. But that is not always true. He is not a perpetual buffoon who does not anything else. He is very serious at heart. And sentimental. He knows what goes inside the hearts of people. He is a superb singer. He has got talent. My best wishes with him.

But then Apoorva informed us that scary castle does not ‘open’ before 11:30. That surprised us a little and its image was twisted into a strange mode. A queer sadness spread over our group and we sighed…But Ananya, the commander in general suddenly came up with a brilliant idea. She said that we should have some pictures with her camera. So we sat on the steps, near the basketball ground…But the plan was soon dropped below on the tiles and we started chatting. We had ninety minutes to kill and we had Mr. Adityan Nair aka Rajneekanth with us…..

To be continued…..

……..

I’m digging my way to something better.

I’m sowing the seeds I take for granted.

This thorn in my side is from the tree I planted.

And it tears me and I bleed

—-Metallica-Bleeding me.

Keeping your girlfriend happy.

Making a girlfriend, which I will explain in the next post of mine is not the only thing we should take care of. We should keep her happy and here are some of the steps you should take.

For singles: Don’t worry if you are a single. Give it a read. You will need it when you have one.

How to make a boy friend

Sometimes, I feel that I have become a kind of love-guru. There are many girls around me who never ask me out but ask me how to proceed to ask their boy friends out. It freaks me out sometimes. But then, you know, its a great learning experience for me. I am getting to know so many things about the minds of women. And it will help me later on when…. 🙂 Will it? (Girls are you listening out there?)

In search of happYness

This is one of my older posts. I am republishing it because I am currently passing through the same myriad of thoughts.

Once upon a time there was a fisherman. He was a poor man. He used to live in a hut near the sea. He always wore the same lungi and the same vest. People used to look at him with a queer mixture of disgust and sorrow. They did not hate him but they did not love him either. And he was also oblivious to them. His average day was very simple. He would get up with the first light of the sun and go to the sea with his boat. He would then catch fish till noon and after a simple lunch comprising fish and rice, he would take a tight nap. The evening would be passed in some more of fishing and he would be off to bed before the last ray of sun left the earth. He had no particular desire. He was satisfied with whatever he had. He had never read the Franklin’s rule, which says that “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall not be disappointed”, either. In fact he had never read anything in his life. He was ignorant. He lived for himself, with himself and never cared to progress in life: materialistically as well as spiritually. He never tried to see beyond what his eyes could descry. In fact he lived an animal’s life. He never had any tensions and used to drag on with his life with the same monotone… carefree but sans any use for others. He was never sad because he was a contented soul. But he was not happy either; he did not know what happiness meant. As he had never dared to explore the other face of it….

In the sea near his humble hut was a magnificent ship. It was owned by a wealthy man. He had two other ships in two other ports of the state. He was famous. He had a lot of ‘friends’ because he had a lot of money and he had a lot of money which he had earned with a lot of hard work. When he was very young he had dreamt that he would be a rich man one day. And today, he was a well respectable businessman of the town, with five bungalows and numerous cars. He had finally achieved what he had always desired. He knew it very well…the Butler’s Law of Progress, which says that “All progress is based on a universal innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.” And so he was never satisfied. Even if he wanted to… He would start making blueprints of his next hotel even before the current one got completed. This way he gave thousands of jobless people some means of earning. This way he contributed a lot to the society, the nation and the world in general….

But there was something that worried him incessantly. He had people around him who called him their friends but he also possessed the necessary experience and intuition to know and understand that they were with him only because of his money and power. He had already had a divorce because he never cared to give enough time to his wife. His son was a spoiled brat who never heeded a slight emotion towards his father’s problems. He was unable to enjoy sugar because he was diabetic. He was unable to enjoy salt because he was hypertensive. All that he earned would go to the medicines he was forced to take every other hour. Even then he was consistently forced to smile in front of others. To show them that he was strong. He was well adept at it. It was an art well practiced in his growing years. In fact a kind of mask of a charming smile had got stuck on his face… Which used to suffocate him incessantly …In the interviews he would say that one should always be honest; one should always speak the truth and should work for the greater good. He was a role model for many aspiring youngsters. His meteoric rise from slums to riches was then a part of the folklore. But he himself knew what he had lost in that tremendous gain of name and fame. His inner self would perpetually torment him for the numerous lies he had spoken, for the acts of debauchery he had committed during his so called ascent. Even for a better cause of the greater good, he always felt, deep inside, that he was never worth a penny of what he was being showered with. Success comes at a price and that price, perhaps, was his happiness…

In the town near the sea was his office. In the office were hundreds of small cabins. In one of those hundreds of small cabins, sat one middle aged man. He was neither rich nor poor. He would come to office everyday early in the morning, work throughout the day, with frequent breaks of discussions on love, politics, religion and marriage and then be off to his home by 6 pm. He would then watch TV, talk with his wife for some time, read a book or a magazine or would do some other stuff he always did whenever he felt like doing something different. This middle-class man was neither as rich as his boss nor as peaceful as the fisherman. He had wife and sons and daughters and lived ‘happily’… Or as he thought…Or rather…as he forced himself to think.

Man is a clever animal. He can make himself think in a certain way and create a virtual world around him. But even then he knows that he is fooling himself and this knowledge of faking one’s own self badgers him continuously.

There was a time when he was young and new. He also wanted to do great things. But there were too many responsibilities on him. Sisters to marry, an ailing mother, a father who never approved of his ideas. And then a wife, a house, electricity bill, telephone bill, rations card, children’s higher education, their birthday parties, their marriages. Throughout his life he had been too much preoccupied to ever have given a thought on happiness or on its absence. Actually, he had always been taught that way by his parents. He was taught to believe that marrying a woman, having kids, earning for them, striving for their happiness would make him happy. He did what the world told him to do and eventually ended up doing nothing. He would look at the fisherman and think about living a more independent life. He would look at his boss and think about living a more prosperous life. His own life had been a series of mundane events; events which depended on the events proceeding them. First career, then marriage, children, their education, their career, their marriage and then retirement. Yes retirement… he had planned it years ago. He would write a novel when he retired, he would open up a restaurant, he would play with his grandchildren etc. It is not that he never wanted to be happy. It is just that his happiness depended on future which when arrived would turn into present…

The man had two sons and a daughter. The daughter was eldest of them and had been married years ago. The youngest son was still a minor. His other son was in his late teens. Now as it occurs, he was confused. A full ocean of life was in front of him. It was clear that his aim in life was to be ‘happy’. But he did not know what happiness meant. Was it living an ignorant life and caring about nothing in the world? Was it aiming for stars and then doing anything to reach them? Or was it living a bull’s life and fulfilling his responsibilities one by one? Or was it an ideal sum of three?

A rough analysis:

It is very easy to make out that most of the people in this world want to aim for all the three options but it is a matter of experience that they have to choose only one of them at some point of life or the other. In other words it can be termed as compromise. Only a handful of people manage to grasp all the three pleasures of life. Most of them, by the look of it, succeed in one but fail in the other. The author’s question is simple: which way to choose….. or to put it simply, what to do?

Success

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To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;

To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;

To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;

To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

–Emerson

HRC- Chapter 5

This post is dedicated to:

1. KANCHAN
2. PRANAV
3. ABHIMANYU
4. APOORVA
5. ANANYA
6. AISHWARIA

This is the Chapter five of my new life and I am floating over the darkest clouds possible. And under them, since it has been raining all day here.

One auto ride, one metro bird-watching and then rains? Yes, I was in no mood of going to college today. Only one period. And over that, those cats and dogs falling on the potholes of ‘our’ common-wealth Delhi. I persisted. I did not turn my face back. I decided to persevere. And there was the canal. Yes a canal between me and my darling. I dared to think beyond obstacles and I waded through it. Soaked with mud and water and various other creatures unknown to me, I finally reached HRC.

To attend my beloved teacher’s ‘Victorian’ lecture. I listened to Jane and I listened to Elizabeth and, I listened to the endless pour outside. And then, as determined as I had been, I decided to wait again: for AD’s home and his own world. I followed ‘my group’ as I always do. I listened to Pranav’s Purely poor jokes and Kanchan’s endless laughter. The canteen part was fun. For the first time, people around me were commenting on me as well. It seldom happens. We discussed Natasha’s legendary ‘fall’ on the stairs and the harm it inflicted upon the college building. We discussed the possibility of Kanchan being a sardar. Gurleen of course doesn’t act as one, as is expected from her name. Apoorva, in his own way tried to amuse himself with these jokes and got a good thrashing from the visibly angry Kanchan. Aishwarya was howling with laughter and Pranav was throwing his own wits at required intervals. Kanchan’s case, of course, being ‘serious’. At one point of time, I had thought that she had indeed been subjected to an excessive dose of ‘laughing gas’. Ananya was serene of course, as usually one expects from her. She periodically gave a pang of mirth but it was controlled in the ‘Darcy’ sense of the word. Abhimanyu joined in to. He is a special person. For him I intend to write an altogether different post.

After the canteen, we proceeded to our usual hangout: the wall in front of room number 45. And again Pranav and Apoorva started pulling the legs of Kanchan. No. I am not using ‘the pulling of legs’ as an idiom. They indeed pulled her legs and extracted from them her sandals. They started playing football with it. Of course there aroused confusion. Aishwarya once again: howling with laughter. Ananya once again: condemning the act, with infusions of smile for Kanchan was in deliriums. Abhimanyu was….no, will be described in an extra post. So all was fun and chaos and noise. I was enjoying the scene: as I usually prefer to. But then something terrible happened. AD appeared in the scene. He saw us (meaning Abhi, Ananya and Aish) with a toothed scorn and howled at us for misbehaving in front of an ongoing class.

Nevertheless, our little group was not to be dispirited so easily. We soon found out a new place: the Hindi honors room. And it became our photo studio. We took many photographs. We (meaning Ananya and Abhi) discussed smoke on the water. We (referring to Kanchan and Ananya) talked on phones. We (meaning Pranav and Apoorva) broke some more ‘physically fit’ jokes. We laughed at them. And we (meaning me) pondered upon them. There was smile on our faces. There was contentment in our hearts. There was a feeling of excitement in our eyes for each other. Because I know this definitely gave me some more ideas about ‘how to live life’. Pure fun and innocent admiration of some of the simplest yet the most significant things. I love you all my pals. But for you I am nothing.

I respect Tharoor

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I won’t start this article by explaining the various feats of Shashi Tharoor. We all know that very well. Click on his Wikipedia page and you will find all the details. Or better, his own website. He is an educationalist, an author, a thinker and a social activist (as he calls himself). I am sure a person of such caliber, so many facets is hard to find in the world.

But that is not the point here. The point is how much use his caliber is being put to use. A common man manages to support his family, and we consider that sufficient since he is not much educated and in a way, not out of the rigid sphere of his own domestic life. But talking of Mr. Tharoor, how much do we expect of him, considering his education level and his so called high ideals? I am not trying to advocate that the responsibility of a mango man towards nation (or rather the world) is lesser than people who are much educated. It is their point of concern as to whether they want to contribute. Look at IITians. They like to live in air conditioned homes away from all the so called dirty politics and undesirable scandals. (Yes, I am getting to the point!!) I am again; not asserting that Shashi does not live in an air conditioned room and goes about bare footed in the slums and tribal areas of India. (By the way is he supposed to be doing this, considering his current position as a member of parliament?)

The title of the article explains much of what I want to state. I respect Tharoor and for that I support him. Not that my support counts a great deal.

When Mr. Shashi was not in politics and was busy in authoring books, articles in the newspapers and delivering lectures, the politicians of our country were safe. They knew that media (of which Tharoor was a part of) affects them little as long as they use it for their own benefits. They were kind of satisfied that everything was in its ‘right position’. The uneducated were ruling and educated, were being ruled upon. (I think this particular statement of mine needs special clarification: I am not talking about the percentage of people in Indian politics that are illiterate. I am talking about the “powerful” or “influential” politicians of India who are not well educated and are members of parliament). So I was saying that the politicians were happy that things were in order and everyone was performing as he or she was expected to. But when people like Tharoor, the people who really have the sense to rule a country owing to their broad perspective in the light of their high education, made their entry into politics, politicians like Laloo, Mayawati and Ram Vilas started feeling insecure. They thought that ‘the system’ may get jeopardized if educationalists (or rather educated class) start entering politics. They thought that they won’t be able to use foul language or worse, they won’t be able to throw their itching sandals in parliamentary sessions. And thus they planned. They are doing it right now. They are trying to sully the images of these ‘outcasts’.

Politics. It simple means: “bad-mouth someone you don’t like and spread scandals about him”. Democracy will see everything to the end (that is to say ‘order’).

When majority of people are getting access to internet in this age of information technology, our revered politicians try to ‘advice’ Tharoor not to spread his views ‘so openly’. It is definitely absurd. There is no doubt about that. I don’t want to discuss that. In fact, I think very high of Mr. Tharoor for using modern technologies to enable easy communication with the people of country.

But still there still remains the question of his ‘world-famous’ tweets. What do you think about them?

For me, there was nothing of plausible nature that should have aroused so much controversy and produced so many headlines. I respect Tharoor.

Pink Floyd-2

Dear friends and fellow citizens,

I am confused and I want you to help me out.

Which of the songs do you think is better?

DOGS

or

SHEEP

from the same album of none other than Pink Floyd.

If you haven’t heard them, please here are the links

DOGS

SHEEP.

Please help me escape this ambivalence.

LUST. And after that

WARNING: The following piece is highly erotic and in every sense of the word “X rated”. SO PLEASE PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

“Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge”. The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn”. The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary.”

He tried to look away…into the sea of people who, like waves of Arabian Sea, were rocking hither and thither for an unknown reason; but his neck won’t let him…he forced his eyelids to close down and cover his brown iris…trying to make it blind…imperceptible to the world he had just found out for himself; but they won’t…he tried, with all his might, to lock his lower jaw into its regular position…for it was trying to slip down…in awe…for the thing it had just sensed was the most beautiful thing it had ever sensed in his twenty years of aweing; but it won’t.

She knew that he was looking at her…no, not looking…it was more of a glare…yes, his eyes were glaring at her…fear…but the world around her seemed to have stopped suddenly…suddenly immobilized by the sheer meeting of their eyes…and there were her friends watching her around her…no, they were not there…there was nothing in this world except him and her. It was just an accident. She had moved her face towards the door to look for someone else…and he was there…and then, in another second there was no other world…

Minutes passed. A warfare his insides had waged against him which was continuously making him number by his increased heart beats. They wanted to do nothing else except looking at her…one or two unknown creatures tried to break that mesmerizing stupor but he persisted…he heard some petty incantations of “idiot” and “stupid” but remained stuck to the ground. He knew it was not love…he was sure of it…but yes an attraction…there was an innocent jot of animal spirit in his feelings towards her…a passion to discover what laid beyond…he decided it was finally the time.

It was like she had sensed what was going inside his mind…perhaps a network of telepathy had launched itself between them. It was not the first time that they had met. She clearly remembered the first time when she had glanced at him in an unknown mall…the second time when he had ordered something from the counter of an unknown restaurant…the third time, when she was strolling in the park with her dogs and her mobile…and many other times she wanted to forget, when she had done nothing…she wanted to make up for her mistakes now…now when God had presented the God of her dreams before her once again… given her one more chance to put off the fire burning her very insides…

She stood up from the seat and for the first time, wrenched her dark eyes away from his. She smiled towards the insignificant group of hers…her fruity lips murmured something inconspicuous to them. And then, she looked at him again. It was a look more piercing than any other time in the centuries before…x-raying his insides, his mind and telling them, to follow her…as if she was the master and he was the servant…a servant who could do nothing to escape….a servant, who did not want to escape from her sorcerous hold…she gave a jerk to her neck…making sure, already vindicating him from the sin, she wanted his servant to do…that she wanted to make his servant his master…

He followed her like a shadow which follows its master…shadow which never gets separated from him…through passes and alleys and corridors…he didn’t know where he was going…his didn’t know his destination, his goal…but one thing he knew was that it would be more beautiful than heaven…he was never so sure in his life. One turn…another…and then he reached there…

She went inside the lady’s washroom. It was adjacent to the man’s counterpart. There won’t be any confusion that way…but confusion was the last thing that she feared…she was too sure of what she was going to do…She opened the doors of the little compartments inside the washroom…no one…the coast was clear….no; she decided not to prepare herself for the excursion-yes excursion is what she ascribed to it-she wanted her lover to unwrap her burning self for himself…no not lover, too intimate a word…she wanted the excursion to be wild…rampant…violent…violent…yes…she wanted to enjoy the warmth of an animal. She didn’t want love in between. Just lust was what she desired then…

She opened the door and through the small crack she signaled him…yes…there was no one there…no one to stop him from tasting her. His insides gave a thrust to his outsides and he became more amorous than ever. And he entered the room…the room where she was and where he would submit himself to her…and she, to him…

He entered the wash-room and slowly, with care…taking time, bolted the door. Then he turned towards her and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She faked indifference. She knew, to be the mistress she would have to subdue her feelings for some more time. She knew that he knew that there was a knavish smile on her lips. But she also knew that he was her servant and it had to be him who would lay himself towards her service. She gave a small cough…why was he only looking at her? She wanted him to do something more…something better…

He looked at her image in the mirror, readying him for the assault…just like the lion eyes its quarry…scratching its paws on the ground; yet there was the shade of subservience in his composition…he was the lamb who was preparing himself to be sacrificed…to be butchered with the sharp yet smooth bodice of her…She coughed animatedly…it was a signal enough for him…he knew it very well…and so he took a leap…a giant leap…towards his queen and…

He started tearing her clothes apart. First the tee-shirt…then that useless white layer of shame that hung between them…he was adept it and she was helping him too…a streak of fiery satisfaction set her already burning body ablazed…the droplets of liquid which had been waiting to be discharged out for a long time, started venting out of her…she could feel the moist warmth inside…the wetness overpowered her and made her feel like an empty hole which desperately wanted to be filled…

Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige”.”

For the Prestige, if you really want to go through, please drop your email id in the comments section. It seemed to me a little too much for public reading.

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Boy

This is actually the answer to an assignment given by my teachers in which she asked us to write a prose-poem. My friends of HRC are open to open criticism.

Do this and do that. Don’t argue with me. I am elder to you. How many marks did you get in your exams? Children should listen to their parents. What? Just 92? And only 88 in Mathematics? Those were some days. I had warned you against befriending with Rohit. Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. If someone asks you on the phone where is your father tell him that I am sleeping. Don’t finger with that bottle. Stand straight. Are you trying to lie to me, your father? This is what I have taught you? Why did you come so late? Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. Take a book. Read it from line to line. I won’t get you the new bicycle if you fail to get 95% marks. No. Not internet. I know what children see these days. No. I can’t trust you. You got just 92. Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. I am providing you all the best facilities. In our days we used to go to school on feet. Five bloody kilometers away. This young generation you know. Hmph.  No. No games. No guitar. What will you do with guitar? No. That’s my final decision. There are books to enjoy. Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. What? What do you want to do? What BA? You want to be a teacher? Look at Kapil. He earns 2 lakh rupees per month. Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. Who will marry a teacher? It is the fashion of engineers. Understand. Hello Mr. kapadia, you know my son got 94.8%. Bloody board-walas. They suck the students’ sap and not give them marks. Good. I am happy with you. But try to improve upon your English. Just 91? Tuck in your shirt. I am your father. Call me sir in front of others. Look at Sahil. He is hundred times better than you. Sahil got 93 in English. You want to do IIT na. Take this. My hard earned money. Only FIITJEE. Study hard. I want to see you over that Sahil. Understand?

Happy Independence Day

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HRC- chapter 4

This chapter I write with great confusion.

HRC- chapter 3

I have never done it before.

Analyzing a teacher is an arduous task. You know you may be wrong. And if by a small possibility, if by some very wrong placement of stars and planets of your ever dangling luck, your professor, just by that dreadful chance gets to read the world famous blog of yours!!

I take the risk.

MM: The perfect what you call, a professor, yes it is the word I ascribe to our teacher-in-charge. When I first met her, during the admissions, I was pretty much apprehensive that she might turn out to be that strict, unrelenting oldster who will scold you at every moment you raise up your hand to ask some silly, out of the world question. But she turned out to be quite friendly. In fact, in a very short period of time, she has laid a great mark upon me. I won’t describe that mark of course but yes, she has some ideas to offer if listened to carefully. I don’t know why but I just want to explain things as she does. No I am not a fan of hers. A student should not be a fan of his/her teacher.

AD: The ‘young gun’ and the only male professor. He explains things in a wonderful way. In fact I dare say that his speech and that uncanny smile tend to mesmerize some girls. Famous for his Xeroxed notes and his use specific use of the words like “discourse” and “quote-unquote”, Mr. AD is one the most favorite teachers of our class.

NS: I have not attended many classes of hers. But I am sure that for a fact that she is a very versatile teacher. Famous for her translation of the Home and the world, this scholar seems to be a great fan of Toba Tek Singh from amongst the short stories of our course. There is much to learn about her.

NK: The perfect what should I say stimulator. Yes, even the subject she teaches us requires that. But she is commendable. She won’t say a word and she would explain what lies at the hindsight of the text. ‘We’ work during her classes. And she makes us to do it in the right way. One particular theory of hers i.e. “everything is Grey” has affected me the most.

PD: This seemingly young teacher seems to overshadow her own age. But for a change, I should report here that she is not very much audible at the back side. And for me it becomes a bit difficult to analyze her. But things take time and I am sure I can’t judge a person from just two or three meetings.

RS: She is our philo teacher and she looks like a perfect philosophy teacher. There are many principles she teaches about life and there are many songs and poems and daily soaps she uses to elucidate them. I like listening to her because she gives me some ideas to write about and yes, implement them in my life.

HRC- chapter 2

February is miles away and yet it feels to be so near. I don’t know how many of you understand what I mean to say, but for a reason you shall certainly guess at, I am being cryptic.

The second chapter of HRC would have comprised my experiences with my teachers and the new course I have sheltered myself in; but for this curious yet, interesting observation.

In R-land, even catching a sight of a beautiful bird or rather hot girl (I mean to be straightforward from now on) was a feat to rejoice about, cherish inside as well out, in front of everybody. There would be stories written and then narrated in front of the whole of CKT (*** ki toli, as we used to call ourselves) about those ‘accidental’ and innocuous momentary collisions of eyes and unexpected smiles on the faces. There would be smiles on the faces of listeners, making notes of the particulars to be remembered, and imagining being in a similar fortunate situation as that of the storyteller…..

Then the accusations would break out, and reprimands, and solutions. There would be discussions about how the “DU people” enjoy their lives…how they, the engineers…or being more explicit: IITians, were doomed for life…

Things here are going slowly but yes they are proceeding in a direction. The simple hii’s and hello’s are steadily converting into are yaar’s and after that…yes…..

Young hearts are at work and when they are at work, the nature redefines its laws. Not it is very new. But in fact, it is a tradition that has been going since the very inception of the world. But still, every spring comes with itself carrying a new, a fresh bunch of flowers and these new flowers blossom and spread that freshness that forces even the most intrepid of us to say: wow.

Yet it is not spring and it is not February.

We hope to see more Lovers in the Lover point in due course. Right? 🙂 wink)

Life-2

“Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers… choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mindnumbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose Life …

But why would I want to do a thing like that?”

I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.

Who need reasons when you’ve got heroin?

-Mark Renton, TRAINSPOTTING by Irvine Welsh

Time (Pink Floyd)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

DO I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING MORE ?

HRC- chapter 1

Am I a misanthrope? Or just a social recluse? Or someone who is too insecure inside to even initiate a formal conversation among whom he feels so secure?

These are some of the questions which have been storming inside my mind for a few days. A new group, a new life, a new start to my all-engrossing quest to study humans and I find myself speechless! People here in Hansraj are quite good, in fact better than what I had expected. They are funny, they seem to be compassionate and they are friendly. In fact, I have even found some, who I think can be my best friends in the near future. But what is it, which is stopping me from going further? May be my not so sweet past…

It is more than clear to me that what I am being is simply an object of wonder. I am with them…and I am not. I laugh at their jokes, I try to listen to their conversations, but I never answer or even give a stifle. I know it creates confusion in their minds. Is he a misanthrope? Does he think himself different from us? No I don’t. It is just…even I don’t know the reason why I am acting like that…

One thing is for certain. The male population is a minority here, just the opposite what was there in R-land. Maybe it is a reason…may be you don’t know how to behave with ladies…No. I know that. I know how to show manners to girls. But yes, I agree there is insecurity. Leave that. Things will get in shape by themselves…

HRC is definitely a great place to be in. Seniors here are awesome, and to put in their in own words, must less tensed than those who were in R-land. My classmates, as I have already explained are great. I certainly feel that life, here, will pass in a jiffy.

P.S.: There are a lot of things I wanted to say but then as it occurs, I want my first post of HRC to be short.

P.S.S: I am tagging all my HRC friends (who are in FB) just in case….

Will soon come with a bigger and better post.

The Eternal Struggle Between Human Beings and Nature

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day-break

The light blue LED of my fully charged laptop stares at me, appearing scandalized by its mere presence, coruscating like the luminous eyes of some still unknown, distant alien. Overhead, whirring on its own nonchalantly, is the fan, crisscrossing the blue rays, making

The day I proposed her-The first fight

Fights.

Do you think that so called fights are necessary for a relationship to blossom in a better way?

Indian Institute of Politics

Indian Institute of Politics. I know it’s a weird idea. But think about it. What if there is an institute to formally train politicians? Think about it…

The hospital blues

The assiduity of the boy impelled (sorry: inspired) me to write this post.

An accident, a miscalculation and a spark of bad luck, and you land up in the hospital. You get a bed in a ward, acute medication ward to be precise. You get irritated when people around you say ‘acute’ again and again. But you persist.

Sir…

Sunglasses over the mascara’ed  eyes, the protective huge round square triangular hexagonal shaped Rayban  goggles. White blue red brown black violet green orange and pink tees and shirts and tops and I don’t know what they are called. Blue black brown red orange pink jeans and skirts and shorts and trousers.

The day I proposed her…

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You get up late. “Today is an important day”. You take a quick bath. Apply cosmetics on your face, hair, armpit and nails. You check whether the gift is still in your bag. “It is a pink tee which you bought from an exclusive showroom on an alleyway at CP”. You find that the front tire of your manual-bike is flat. Daddy agrees to drop you in his car. You wink. “Everything is happening exactly in accordance with what you have planned”…..

Meandering on the lanes of the city of dreams

After a sumptuous meal at rather an expensive restaurant here, in Delhi, I am on my way back home. Soft soothing wafts of cold air are incoherently skirting around my face in the summer after-hours of which has been rather a hot and humid day. The weather is pleasant but it is already too late. And there are all the possible chances of a slight drizzle anytime. The evening has been quite hectic in terms of amusement and nostalgia. It had to be; after all… old buddies rejoining after a long time. This has somehow made me a little bit more introspective….

The goodbye

There are many reasons people start writing blogs. Some of them are obvious. Some personal. The reason I started blogging is still unknown to me. But the outcome? Well, I must say I have enjoyed it. And like most of us inhabitants of blogosphere, it has given me an identity. Yes, an identity we seek in our life and an identity I got from blogging.

SEVEN DAYS-A tragic love story…

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LOCATION: Karol Bagh, Delhi
TIME: 6 pm
The mobile phone was discreetly trashed into the pockets.

Life..

I am republishing one of my older posts. This I think is one of my best. Do read it. I know you will enjoy it.

Do you want to become an entrepreneur?

There are millions of ideas to choose from. Thousands of new businesses are created each year in India using those ideas. And hundreds of them fail every month. This post is NOT about them. This post is about those few who succeed.

I felt like..

I thank Blogadda and its ‘Whack!! this Wednesday’ contest. Click on the link to know more about it.

agony

living in pain. or simply dying. which is better?

The day I proposed her…3

To know the past visit this.

It was a matter of days before everyone knew of my new quest.

In the entanglements of history..

History is curiously amazing. When read as an insipid syllabus homework, it haunts us days and nights; but, when studied just out of curiosity to understand the folly of our most revered ancestors, it itself gets haunted.

The Marriage Dream…part 2

Replay: In the last episode yours truly got married to a beautiful girl after being proposed by his parents. His marriage

The Suicide Note

April 15, 2010

Most people kill themselves because of a mental condition. This is true in my case too. The condition I suffer from is that I am not normal, I am not like everyone of you “sane” people.

F O O L

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The Marriage Dream..

Once in my dreams, I got married to a girl.

Yes…

Time Travel

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Tiger–Tiger!

What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?

Uncle Sam, the rabbit and the tortoise

Following is a fast story ahead….

In special relativity, there is an interesting concept called relativity of simultaneity.

The gay-ish feel

OK. It has been a very long time since I tried to torture people with my more than funny jokes. A joke is a joke and a joke is meant to make you laugh. Right? And that is what makes me special. Isn’t it? (A smart (and proud) grin on the face  😛 )

Only a few days back I lost my mobile phone. I am sorry Papa. I said and asked him to buy me a blackberry. And he was like. He said OK son, I will buy you one. And the very next day, he got me a blackberry. And asked me to wash it before eating it.
Poor joke. Eh?

I have this very peculiar habit of exhibiting the male population around me that I am a gay. Yes. You are listening it right. But I am not a gay. Let me make it very clear. It’s just I support this particular section of society. In fact let me tell you an interesting story. Once I was telling a boy a story. The story was about a gay called John who wanted to have transplant to show his love towards his lover. I intend to keep the other’s name discreet for the fear of being socially tabooed. The boy called me a liar and said that it could not happen. I told him it had not and it was just a story. So the gay had a transplant and thus showed his love to his lover. Oh sorry it should be her….

Ok. I know you are getting bored now. I know it’s hard for me to keep my readers glued to my pages anymore. May be it is the quality. But I sincerely feel that it is lack of inspiration which has inflicted upon me ever since I switched from Fevicol to Fevistic. I find it too much sleek…

Only yesterday I had a geeky talk with one of my coworkers Mr. kondy. He said that Mr. J L Nehru was a bad man. Even I had thought that he was right. But then Mr. M K Gandhi was a bad man too. The world has been full of bad men, the exception being ofcourse…You know, yours truly….Talking of bad men in the political hemisphere, I sincerely feel that Mr. Thakrey should replace Mr. ManMohan as our prime minister.

Ok. I am now clearly able to sense your anguish. But I salute you. Bravo. You have done an incredible job by reaching this line. I like to torture people. Frankly speaking, it is what I do when I feel creepy.

When in doubt, act foolish….

Theory of Happiness

Relativity is absolute. It is a generally accepted notion that people tend to exhibit their true self when they are subjected to certain level of primary delusions from what is meant by normalcy for them. In times of a lack of normalcy, every living person starts radiating a peculiar ray around him, which tends to regurgitate the entropy of its surroundings. Speaking in terms of a layman, we can attribute this phenomenon as the representation of our inability to change all the variables of our life at the same time. This lack or in other terms ability of living beings to affect only a certain portion of their life at a certain portion of time, sometimes, or indeed truthfully speaking, always, leads to unhappiness. Unhappiness, in a very crude form, may be described as the presence of dissatisfaction. Please note that, I did not say “absence of satisfaction” or simply “dissatisfaction”. And this exactly is what makes the difference. There is always some sort of “absence of satisfaction” and there is never the state of “dissatisfaction”. I said “presence of dissatisfaction”. By this I meant, even under similar conditions, different people react differently. In fact it is the reaction of the people which make them different. Happiness is something that is purely relative. Even if not complete, we have a fair amount of control over it. The thing is: Just let it loose.
Don’t control HAPPINESS.

On one fine evening….

It is a beautiful Sunday evening. And, I am ambling down the lanes of Connaught Place. CP, you know, the heart of Delhi, which in itself is a heart, the heart of India. There are an entire lot of people around. I have a smile on my face. It is in human nature that he feels good when there are people around him. It is not a fake smile. I seldom smile a fake smile. I have a genuine smile on my face. And it is so because I am feeling happy. People feel happy when they are satisfied. Yes, I am satisfied. Don’t ask me the reason though. Happiness disappears when others come to know about the reason behind it. I see a child holding an ice-cream. I smile at her. She smiles back at me. There are pigeons on the lawn. People are throwing grains at them. A soft waft of warm air gets stubbed on my cold face. I take a deep breath. This must be some heaven…

I enter a restaurant. A posh food court meant for posh people living in posh colonies. There are well attired waiters and waitresses to help you and serve you. People usually know when they have to bully and when, they need to serve. It comes from experience. I take a seat near an aquarium. I look at the fish inside it. I think about the freedom they have lost in being that precious as they are, now. I contemplate, whether it makes them happy or not. Being enslaved to a very posh cage of posh eyes, or being given a much higher level of attention than most of their free compatriots. Even animals know when they have to bully and when, they need to serve. It is about survival actually. You bully because you know you won’t get that chance later. You serve because you want to get that chance one day. The world is a two way system. Everyone is trying to get to a single common point. But the sad point is, nobody knows what that point is. I place an order of pizza. With toppings of cheese and mushroom. I have never tried mushroom before. I want to give it a try. Just for fun, you know. I also want to touch that point. The point I mentioned before. The point which repels you as soon as you come too near to it…

I come out of the restaurant. I did not eat the pizza. Just after two bites, it became clear to me that mushroom doesn’t suit me. The Waiter politely took the pizza away and brought me a burger instead. Connaught Place is vibrating with wonderful colors and sounds. I like such life. A hectic life with momentary fusions of fun and peace. The same waiter enters the restaurant. He asks me whether I liked the burger. People ask you when they know you can give them something. It is in human nature. You also behave the same way. I look at a stray dog near the dustbin. He is trying to find something there. He uses his nose and claws to explore the dustbin. This is a very common picture in India. Animals get their share of meals through such open dustbins. India is a poor country. Just then, a man arrives there. He shoos the dog away. I am not surprised. Connaught Place is an important place. Government takes care of such important places by periodic cleaning and maintenance. The dog retaliates. He barks at the man. But the man is man. He grasps a stick from the ground and projects it towards the dog to scare him away. The dog runs away with a muffled sound. Now the man is free. He is free to do his job. He puts his hand into the bin and starts rummaging something in it. I contemplate. A job is a job. There should be no shame in doing it. Even if, it is of a rag collector. In fact, such rag pickers are responsible for recycling products and hence keeping the earth clean. The man stops moving his hand in the dust bin. Perhaps he has found what he wanted. He looks sideways. He looks at the object in his hand. He also looks at me with furtive eyes. And then, he starts EATING it….

It is the same mushroom pizza…

Don’t read this….

..I am walking with them. They are laughing. They are making fun of someone who is not here. I am listening to them. I am trying hard….

….They are laughing. Someone has cracked a joke. I know it is a good joke. They like it very much. I know I am also supposed to laugh. But still….

Everyone in this world I suppose, I mean everyone, has a purpose in this world. God has made it like this perhaps. I don’t like to talk about Him. But then I don’t know many things. I am still blank. A blank….. Forget it….The thing is even I am not sure what I am. Or what I should be….what can you expect from someone who has not even (_) years with him?…..

I don’t know what I should make out of the point of discussion. I don’t know what I should do. I mean would laughing do the needful? I mean won’t people understand that I am just faking? That I am just trying to veil my unhappiness under that smile. That smile…which I hate even more than my k…..

But then I am still there. And the world is still there. And it will be….even if I disappear…..But then it is today… Today is the day…why think about something you can’t stop? Why think about something you don’t want to stop?…But still you can do what you want to do. But…..I don’t like this word. I don’t like it. In fact. I hate it. But then it has stuck to my life…..Life…which is the only reason I am living today…

I want to live the rest of my life. I don’t know how will I do it? I don’t know whether I would be successful in doing it? But still…..I have a hope…yes hope….an expressionless word invented to soothe those who are destined to lose it every time they tend to think that they have finally got it……

People say the glass is always half full. But then half filled with what? I know after reading this note you will say I am sick. I know it very well. Because once upon a time I was like you. Or what I wanted to be….Today, I am just an example..or rather tomorrow….I am not sure….

If I were a baby again…

It is nine pm in the night. And I am sitting on an air conditioned seat of a rickety bus on its way to Roorkee. The weather is cool and I am, in my shorts. There is a whole paradise of people around. From young crazy youngsters to old lazy oldsters. There are chirruping girls and there are croaking boys. A woman is sleeping beside me. With a baby. Wide awake on her lap… I look at him with curious eyes. He looks at me with more curious eyes. And guess what? He simply starts crying. “?,?” His mother wakes up. She looks at me with confused eyes. I also get confused and so pretend observing a distant bulb glowing over a scare-crow in all its glory…

When I was a kid, I used to think what it would be like being a big man. I would try acting what my father did. I would try to boss around people. I would drive my plastic bicycle all around the house, pretending that I was driving a bike. I would go outside the house when my mum was washing clothes, just to look at the protruding teeth of the monster which my mum said lived near the neighborhood tree. I remember it too well. I used to have a small jar in which I would collect all those gritty stones and magnets and rubber bands and even toothbrush bristles. “!!” I have a younger brother. One year older to me. We would play WWF and fight over who would sleep with mum and who, with dad. I had a cute girlfriend too. 😛 We four would play Poshum-pa and hide and seek and one more game in which you have to hop over boxes over the turf marked with red brick powder. Those were some moments. There was no tension. No agony. Not a tinge of guilt even in the deepest vaults of my heart. I want to re-live all those moments….

It is five pm in the evening. And I am sitting on a bench in a public park. I am thinking of owning a private park one evening. There is a pretty girl on a see-saw. There is a smart boy on its other side. I have a book in my hands. There are pre-boards tomorrow. A ball rolls up towards me. The pretty girl also comes towards me. “Bhaiya, why are you not playing?” The Pele in me gets a sudden jolt. I close my book. I keep it on the bench. “Can I play with you?” I ask, those little kids all strewn with mud and sweat. Then I lift myself up from the bench. I kick the football with all my might. “No…….” Almost the entire park shouts back. I retreat back to my place. I place myself back on the bench. The cute girl goes back to her see-saw. But the football is still there. In all its glory. May be, that is the reason, girlie….

Yes, I confess. I want to be a baby again. Not because people say babyhood consisted some of the best moments of their lives. Not because babies are the ONLY honest creatures in this world. Not, because I am actually fad up of my current: busy and monotonous life. But all the while yes. I want to be a baby all over again. I want to be a baby because I think I am still a baby in this much more self-proclaimed mature world. I am fad up of pretending too much…

It is one pm in the afternoon. And I am sitting beside Ravi in our ‘famous’ classroom. Our English teacher has given us an essay to write. And the topic is, well, “If I were a baby once again”. The first question that came to my mind was: Am I still not a kid? Have I grown up so much? But it would be stupid asking such questions. I look here and there. All the people are frantically scribbling pages in front of them. I look at my own notebook. It is still empty. I think about Ravi. Then I think about her. I think about my own reputation in the class. And I continue thinking about other various things…

I still remember that day. We were traveling by a blueline bus. Me and my father. As expected from a father, he was standing where as I was more than comfortable on a seat. Actually too spacious for my midget self. I was doing the usual thing that I prefer doing during such hours. I was observing the people around… My eyes felt on an old man. He was standing near the conductor’s seat.He was visibly poor and definitely very weak. I looked at him for rather a long time. But, then, I don’t know what happened to me, I stood up and offered him my seat. He did not take it. He just said: No, No, don’t worry son, there are people who can’t see the pain of old age. You too will become like them someday. Then why pretend unnecessarily? In fact, I too used to be like you. Once upon a time….

It is…. “what is the time?” I don’t know. “How I got here?” I don’t know. I look around. There are a lot of people around. I look at myself. “What??…I am naked?” I look at the mirror nearby.” Oh, I am a baby. It must be a dream then. Oh, yes, I am a baby. At least in my dreams. There is Ravi. Not a baby? What sort of dream is it? Oh, whatever…”  I go to him. He picks me up. I slap him on his face. His face contorts for a second. But then he starts smiling. “I hate it.” I slap him once again. He smiles once again. It make me hate him some more. But then he buys me an ice-cream. “Wow!!”And there is ‘she’. “This time two times Wow.” I toddle down to her. She holds me up in her arms. “She is actually hugging me!!” I feel ecstatic. This must be some dream. It can’t be reality. But then dream it is. But I am with her. But?…What But? I raise my head and kiss her on the cheek…..

And there is Miss < >. She is truly beautiful. In fact more beautiful than her. In fact, the most beautiful person I have come across ever. In, fact, I love her. The way she talks. The way she looks. It just mesmerizes me. But I have never expressed this to anyone. Not even Ravi. People say it’s a taboo. To express your teacher that she is beautiful. I know even she won’t like it. Even if, she was the only one who taught me: “A thing of beauty is joy forever.” But now is the chance. I go to her. I tell her she is beautiful. She laughs at me and then…she pinches me(??)..

I look up. Mrs. ( ) is standing near me. I look sideways. Ravi is laughing his asses off.

“You Baster…”

“What have you written? Let me see.”

“Oh, Maam, please maam, just some more time.”

And I start some frantic scribbling….

I don’t know why but yes, I am weird. And I am weird because I think that whole world is weird…

After few minutes, Mrs. ( ) appears once again.

“So, are you done now?”

“Yes maam.”

What I had written was the following:

IF I WERE A BABY, THE WORLD WOULD BE A MORE BEAUTIFUL PLACE, AGAIN...

The day I proposed her..part 2

Please read the first part here: The day I proposed HER

..Being a discipline prefect was never a cup of tea for me. But then, the princi loooved me so much. Moreover I had no other option. She simply called me one day, into her private office and gave me the badge to wear. And when I said what, she said yes. I once again opened my mouth to tell her that the mystery man, who had blasted the teachers’ toilet the previous year, was actually the person standing in front of her. But then she entered the office and I immediately looked down and submitted myself to her (princi, mind it!!)….

…So, my dear princi made me to stand on the entrance to check other students’ shirts, pants, shoes, ties and whatnots. I thought about the classroom. “She must have come by now. Ravi must have come too. He must have greeted her before me.” But I took a deep breath, tried to relax myself and punished a boy by making him stand on his knees because he had forgotten to wish good morning to me…a senior I mean…

Ravi….now, you don’t know him. Right? OK. In the most succinct of forms, I can (safely) say that Ravi was my best friend. We used to sit with other. We used to eat with other. Sometimes we used to ‘sleep’ with each other too. But we were not chuddy-buddies. Mind it. For me, sanitation comes before friends. Rahul and Ravi had replaced Viru and Jay in our school. But there was a problem. And it was that I hated him. I hated him more than our chemistry teacher. In fact I hated him to such an extent that I wanted to break our friendship forever. And I hated him because I somehow thought that she had feelings for him…

…In the English class that day, the teacher decided that it was time for some break and so she made us enact PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. There was no doubt that she would be made Elizabeth. Even Ravi whispered in my ears that she looked amazingly stunning in her b’ day dress. Considering the moment to be apt, I started asking him whether he had greeted her before assembly, but then our teacher saw my mouth open and decided to make Ravi as Darcy (instead of me?). I said what. My teacher asked what what? Then I said OK. And so she made me Mr. Bennet…

I don’t know why but I strongly believe that parents today seldom know what is best for their children. I mean take the example of a 15 year old kid. He goes to school. His parents want him to come first. He goes for coaching. His parents want him to clear all the entrance exams of the world. He goes to cricket academy. His parents want him to join the Indian cricket team. In short, his parents want him to be a studious geek who goes onto represent his country in cricket or in Olympics after getting an excellent rank in IITJEE? I mean what is this?…

But luckily (?) my parents never demanded me of anything. One day, I told them I wanted to join coaching institute to prepare for IITJEE and they said OK. I tried telling them that our neighbor Mr. ( )’s daughter also attended the same institute (who by utter coincidence, is in my class), but they did not listen and pretended paying more attention to whatever they were doing at that time. By the way, did I tell you that she lived very near to my house?…

…After being haunted with a new appellation of Mr. Bennet for all the remaining periods, I decided that giving her my gift just after school would be a useless idea. So I made up my mind to do the ‘rituals’ after coaching classes. “I would also propose her the same time. Evening is the most romantic hour of the day.” I thought. I also decided to neglect the unusually long discussion between Ravi and her at the cycle stand…

A Flashback: Connaught Place, Delhi, August, 2006: I am here in CP. My favorite place to hang out. And guess what? I am here to purchase a gift for my girlfriend…. ??…. OK.OK…. Soon to be girlfriend… There are some more people with me. But they don’t know I have come here especially to get a gift for her. Ravi is in a very pensive mood. “But he agreed to the plan very easily and almost excitedly. What is he thinking so fiercely?” Anyways, we are frolicking around doing the usual thing that we prefer to do when we are here…

A deviation: I tell you a little secret of mine. I am an ardent fan of Salim Ali. I like him very much. And I like him because I like birds. I love them. In fact I love birds so much so that once I had decided to become an ornithologist and not a dentist. It is another reason that I failed to become the latter too. Anyways, it is my unfathomable love for birds that I like to go to CP. There is a whole paradise of birds there. From ducks to sparrows. From koels to hummingbirds. Even birds from foreign lands flock there. But I especially like chicks. They are the best….

Flashback continues: So, I was in CP. With my friends. Doing the thing we like the most. Bird watching. Or rather bird-hunting. Yes…

Another Deviation: There is a very lovely poem by John Keats. You must have read about it, I am sure. Its first line says: “A thing of beauty is joy forever.” I love this line. I like to see birds not because I want to keep them in cage. It is just I want to enjoy the beauty around. What do you call a beauty? Something which arouses your senses. Something which forces you to say Wow. Right? Then tell me, what is wrong with bird-watching if I am a man and I feel good when I see beauty in birds…

Flashback continues: So, I was bird watching in CP. And there was a bird. She was breath-taking. Really. Her perfume completely blocked my nose. But then she was wearing a flaunting black skirt. A huge bag hung over her shoulders. A huger uncle (?) beside her. “Hey, what are you doing?” He barked. And the next second, I was back to my home. Too much observation is actually not good for health….I say….

….So, after the coaching classes, we took our cycle and started going home. I (or me, I am confused?), Ravi, Rohan, She and three other friends of hers. “I will get ten minutes after everyone leaves her. Best of luck.”…

I have this very peculiar theory about girls that most of them want to have boyfriends because they are always in a need of someone to carry their shopping bags and lipsticks and diamond rings. They are in search of some porter. A porter who pays for carrying their stuff. A boyfriend also comes in handy when they are in a mood to see some bull-fight. For fun you know. There are many examples. Ramayana and Sita. Draupadi and Mahabharata. But then it is not always true. They like indulging themselves in cat-fights too. EktaJI being the general. But most importantly they want someone, to shower on, all the love that they have in their larger than large heart…..

..“So….happy birthday…”…”What are your plans for today?”

“Oh, nothing in particular actually. Why?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Just asked.”

(A few seconds of silence)

“Rahul, Do you consider me as your friend?”

“Friend? I love you, honey….”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing…yes…why?”

“I will tell you one thing but please don’t laugh at me.”

“He he he..”(To show her that I am a funny character!!)

“I think I am in love.”

“What? Shit!! I mean when? How? Who is he?”

“Actually I don’t know whether it is love or just infatuation. I need your help to sort it out.”

“But, who is he?….that Baster….I mean it must be infatuation. I mean it can’t be love. I mean love does not happen at such an age… (Useless argument)”

“You don’t believe in love, then?”

“I believe in it. In fact, I feel that love is the most important thing in the world. The world revolves around it. Only the luckiest of people fall in love. But most of us are not that lucky enough. Not everyone gets the love he deserves from the one he loves. (Like me…). But that is different. Temme, who is that lucky guy? Ravi?….He is good actually….”

(Seconds pass…)(Her phone rings..).

“Listen, I am in a bit of hurry. Will talk to you later.”

“Hey, but wait. I got something for you.”….”It’s a gift actually..” “ I hope you don’t mind.”

“Give it to me tomorrow. I am really late. Mumma must be waiting.”..”BBye.”….

A tear trickled down my nose. I was sad….Quite a day it had been….

AN EPILOGUE

You get up early. You feel like sleeping once again. Perhaps you did not sleep last night. Your father is shaving with some white froth on his face. You say good morning to him. He replies with a nod. And then:

“Your mumma found a pink tee-shirt in your bag. Are you in drama or something?”

“Mmmmm…Oh, yes papa…”

“And who is this Lady Gouldian Finch?”

“Why?”

“She sms’ed you.”

“When? What did she…..no..it is he actually…what did he write?”

“Check out for yourself. And who is she… I mean he?”

“Just a friend. A drama guy.”

And then you see your inbox. There is indeed a message from Gouldian Finch(CLICK). A message sent exactly at 12 AM…And it reads:

It’s You…

HOW DO YOU FEEL?

Read the next part HERE.

The day I proposed HER…

Read the whole series HERE.

You get up late. “Today is an important day”. You take a quick bath. Apply cosmetics on your face, hair, armpit and nails. You check whether the gift is still in your bag. “It is a pink tee which you bought from an exclusive showroom on an alleyway at CP”. You find that the front tire of your manual-bike is flat. Daddy agrees to drop you in his car. You wink. “Everything is happening exactly in accordance with what you have planned”…..

…I still remember that day. It was the month of august and I was in my eleventh standard. (Sweet sixteen you know!!) Those were some days… I used to literally crave to go to school. We just had had our long holidays and everybody was full of new spirit, new plans, new hairstyles, new books (?) and well, stories of new girlfriends or boy-friends… Yes, new was the air all around. We would play dumb sheraz in the school. We would play truth and dare and dare hitting our favorite teacher’s back when she was scribbling things on the board. I started breaking some of the school’s rules and some others of mine. In fact it was only then when I learnt to bunk school in order to watch movies…

Funny, that time is, in a person’s life. Isn’t it? You feel an inexplicable change occurring to your mind and your body. A strange freshness enters your lives and you yearn to do something new. Something different from others. You want to make up for all that time which you now think you wasted in all that mugging and crapping in tenth class. Suddenly you feel an urge to make more friends. You become more and more sociable. In fact it is the same time when most of us start taking interest in opposite sex….

A Flashback: KV Borjhar, Guwahati, August, 1994.
There is a ‘smart’ boy with neatly parted hair and a handkerchief strung over his shirt pocket. There is a cute girl with a pink smiling face, well groomed bobs and a yellow-red daisy duck bag on her back. With an invisible corner of his left eye, he tries to look at resplendent her. ”She is beautiful.” But his right eye is caught by a pair of squinty eyes. The teacher makes the new girl sit with him. The girl says hello and graciously offers her hand. “But she is a girl!!” He says hi and graciously refuses to accept them….

I have this very peculiar theory about boys that most of them want to have girlfriends only because they want to impress their boyfriends. Having a girlfriend is usually considered a matter of greater manhood. You feel ecstatic when your friends call your girlfriend their bhabhi. Having a girlfriend is also beneficial when it comes to parties, picnics and all that social stuff. When you have to prove how much sociable you are. In fact the more the number of girlfriends one has, the greater he is considered a dude…

…So, I was in eleventh and most of us were fed up of firstly the boards and then those endless holidays. Results were out a long ago and people were jubilant (as well as surprised) with their more than expected percentages. I was especially on a high. I had topped the school and had been continuously showered with ‘unnecessary’ praises ever since. But in spite of all that ‘highness’, there was something that I felt was missing. Something I was very unhappy about. I was considered a nerd. A bookworm. An introvert who seldom engages himself with others. And honestly speaking, I never liked that. I wanted to erase that image. I mean I was good at sports too. Why did people fail to notice that? In short, I wanted to be a hotshot, a dude… One who studies as well as enjoys life. And I thought having a girlfriend would make me one….

Another Flashback: KV Amla, near Nagpur, August, 2003
There is a ‘geeky’ boy with bespectacled red eyes, perfectly groomed hair and a badge over his shirt pocket, with class monitor carved on it. There is a girl with a radiant smile on her face, sitting across the boy on the same desk. The boy offers her a chocolate and she stands up, making way for yet another girl. There are many of them…in fact, the entire female population of the class, by the look of it… The ‘new’ girl ‘also’ ties a band on his hand. The occasion is simple: it is Rakshabandhan…..

…After a lucky start to the day, the protagonist lands up in school. With a blue-black rucksack, with a pink tee inside it. And as soon as he sees her, he decides to run away…

KAHANI ABHI BAAKI HAI MERE DOST…
THE STORY IS NOT COMPLETE, MY FRIEND…

please read the next part here: PART 2

Also, it felt good…(a dark incident)

Its one already… Shit. He is just so…just so…. I want him now. Now… I can’t wait any longer…

“Beta, can I have my water bottle.” Mmm… that is indeed a great idea. One sec!! Are his parents asleep? Let me see. Mmm… his mother is so ho….But still, he is better. And safer….

“Which station passed, son? ….Oh, shit. I am so sorry. Let me do it for you.”

The uncle started pulling my shirt off. He started caressing my chest. Nipples….They started tightening up… I said I will do it myself and pushed him away. I stood up. Cold gushes from the running window stroke my bare chest. I decided not to wake my mummy. I took out my bag and rummaged a new shirt from there. I tied the wet shirt to the window sills. I cursed myself for wishing and crying for the lower berth from the uncle. He has(d) been nice. He offered the berth at once. He also ruffled my hair and gave me a chocolate…..

Shit man. Shit…..OK.OK… One more try. Right. Go for a direct attack this time. This seven year BOY is a real meaty stuff. My uncle also gave me a second chance……

I couldn’t sleep then.Yes.. Eyes, wide open. I waited for the morning to occur. But..but..what was that? What was going on there? There was somebody’s hand in my pants. Inside my underwear…over…..What? Should I cry?…should I wake all up…
I at once knew it was the same uncle. “What are you doing uncle?” He didn’t say anything… Just kept on…doing the thing….
I decided to keep mum. What would have my parents said if they had ever found it out? …No… the uncle could have harmed them….
Also, it felt good….

The victim does not remain a JUST victim always…sadly…..

P.S.

1. Past indeed is past. And present..present.
2. Protagonist does not change. Only his viewpoint…
3. This post is inspired by Sid, Shilpa Sharma, Suga and Shilpa Garg and various other posts on the same topic.
4. I am sorry, if I mistakenly did hurt anyone’s feelings.
5. Also see the newly entered WALL OF FAME and suggest me some more good posts.
6. Do read my previous post also and tell me how’s it like.
7. Seven is my favorite number.

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The last attempt…

I am trying to write a novel…yes…and following is the first chapter of my novel…
(It is a bit dark as may seem to you but does not reflect my present mood by any chance)
Also, the novel is still untitled and “The last attempt” is actually the name of the first chapter.

Now that I have done it all….or as I perceive; since I have enjoyed what I always wanted to taste….at least; I want to end it, once and for all; exterminate it before it decays by itself, helping it escaping a painful exit…Life, they say, has a meaning; it stays as long as it means to, after that, it has to leave…forever… Perhaps the time has come for me….

There is nothing left in my pockets. Ten thousand bucks….three days: Not a bad bargain by any chance. Last night was a heaven….much better than I had ever imagined. I have finally done it; I now leave… for the better of it. But just before I leave, I change what I used to think, or rather, what I was impelled to think: Life is just a bigger version of snake and ladders– you throw a six headed dice and move as many squares as represented on the top of the dice.

The head of a snake: go down to the square touching its tail.
The bottom of a ladder: go up to its top.

In real life you can view it in as many ways as you desire. You throw a dice as you make a decision and it decides where you go. We never know the consequences of decisions we make. Earlier I used to think that this throwing of dice, even if arbit in nature, depends on some control from our side….may be the art of throwing it….deceiving the opponent…. Some share, I used to argue, has to be there from the puppet’s side–it supports common sense to think things that way….

But, now, I think differently: our life, perhaps, has been laid out already….in precise details; the next number on the dice has already been decided, beforehand, perhaps much before we started the game. Probability is an illusion, just to make us believe that we are important…

It is early morning and I am on my way to…I don’t know. How can I? Last night, I was in a five star hotel, in a five star suite, lying on a five star bed, just after a five star bath in a five star bathroom and well ….over a five star prostitute….

Sex, they say, is pure; Sex, they say, is a sin; fuck them off. Sex, I now know, is bliss, the freedom from the shackles enslaving you to life….life, which I hate more than even dependence. It was fun all the way–the last night, the first and the last, by all means, planned and executed, in the most sublime of ways…..

There is chaos in the city. People are frantic. Police on guard. Even politicians are out of bed. But I am walking, nonchalant, down the marine drive….alone. Last night was a wonderful opportunity though, I could have done it the victim way….or the perhaps, the martyr…. but luck has haunted me throughout my life, how could it leave me alone during death. But no more contempt now, I have an entire ocean in front of me….

I take a boat, free it from the anchor holding it, aboard it and start with all by myself. A gale is flowing in opposite direction, not unexpected by any means, but I know—I shall win this time. The sea lies in the front–vast, wide, long and deep….ready to engulf the whole of me. But I wait, the death may be too inconspicuous an accident if it happens so very near the shore; I wait till I get little bit more deep, just as luck got into my life. I want it to be simple, painless affair. I definitely don’t want a fuss out there; I don’t want my parents to know. How many parents would want to know that their son died seven days after they thought he had died? To know that he lived seven days more than they thought he had lived? Or, to think they could have prevented it from happening?….

Suicide is the permanent solution of some temporary problem – my father used to argue; then what is the permanent solution to a permanent problem? I ask. Only meek suffer from the delusions of suicide—my mother used to say; then I am…. They must be crying out loud, now; wailing over the death of their eldest son; but with no dead body to put fire to….just a paper, kept over the laptop, with these words: I leave….for good….

I never wanted an end like that; I too used to be a good boy…. once upon a time. But time had its own wish; you can’t do anything when it is something against something planned by time. May be my end is part of that something. May be it had to happen this way. May be I should have died the same instant when I got double pneumonia….six months into life. May be its too late now, to recognize the mistakes I committed and try repairing them. May be its too deep into the ocean and I should….do the thing…

I swore loudly to someone called God and plunged my decaying self into saline waters…..And my entire life started swimming in front of my dazed eyes….May be—this sensation prevails ….– before you finally leave this world….

The Indian Dream..

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Let me introduce you to someone… Someone you are already familiar with… Someone, whom you consider as one of your intimate parts…. Someone, who is actually a blueprint of what you want from yourself… In fact someone…. who rules your minds incessantly…. Let me introduce you to none other than… ME…

Yes…

I am called as dream. Dreams, you know? Oh, what am I saying? I know you all know me…In fact, sometimes more than I think I know about myself…. Actually you are one of my parts. It is one of my more peculiar properties. I take on the thing which tries to possess me. In fact I metamorphose into ‘the thing’. I start speaking its mind in its language. But I am not just ‘a dream’. I have a surname too…. I am something more. Something more important….

I am…..THE INDIAN DREAM….

And today I am going to tell you something about me…

I am THE CHAI-WALA
I am a tea-maker. You know me very well. Don’t you? You see me everywhere. In the railway stations… screaming out “chai chai chai”….waking you up in the trains. Near a bus station….with a clean stove and perfectly hygienic patilis and cups…a thoroughly washed piece of cloth to strain the tea leaves. India is the largest producer of Tea. But it doesn’t stop me from using the same tea-leaves for a week. I am a modern Chaiwala. I recycle them to conserve them…
I have one wife, one mother, one father, two daughters, and one son. They all drink tea. They have it day and night. In fact, they don’t get Chapattis and Daal for days but they never ever fail to drink it. I am happy that they like it so much….
Now a days, I and my family sleep in a hollow pipe near a beautiful lotus garden among the holy cows, caring dogs and lovely little pigs, which, so modestly, feed on our daily morning’s offerings to them. But I envisage a flat in the famous Yamuna slum in the near future. I think that a flat, even if it is a rented one, will give my family the extra security. It is important to protect them from the Police….
India?? Oh yes, some people talk about it when they drink tea at my place. They talk about economic development and globalization and superpowers but what is my concern to all this nonsense? I have a family to feed….
I AM THE KISAAN
I am a farmer. People call me Annadaataa…I give food to India. I myself don’t get it though. But that is a different matter altogether. I have a large field near the city. I mainly grow roasted wheat, monsoon paddy, sawana grass, canes of sugar and green pulpy tomatoes. There is a factory nearby which provides me with mineral water for irrigation…
I have a small family of five. One wife and three daughters. Actually we had two sons too. But they died of loose motions, even after the kind compounder of the government hospital tried his best to save them. The doctor, he said, was busy in fighting a divorce case against his second wife, who alleged that he gave more time to his private nursing home than her cute little puppy. Nevertheless I gifted my two cows to him because he also helped me to get rid of their bodies. The compounder has really been a true friend of mine….
I had one more friend but he left us some days ago. He was a farmer like me. He used to pay regularly visits to the local Lala. He got hundred rupees notes from him. I envied him for that. But he was a man of self-esteem. He would send his eldest daughter to his big haveli in return, every night, to help his pregnant wife. The Lala considered her as his own daughter. He is a great man. He never likes the idea of dividing people into rich or poor. He hates such inequality so much so that he would let a poor farmer’s daughter to sleep in his own air conditioned bedroom….
But perhaps, the daughter could not acclimatize herself to the AC’s cold air, caught sinus and died in a few days. Rest of her family also got infected and they also left their cows to the kind compounder in that rainy summer….
I see a bright future for my country in the near future. I hope that someone would buy my fields and build huge buildings on them. I hope to get a nice job in the city. Perhaps I would start my own business…. Tea-making…yes…my younger brother is making a lot of money there. I ardently believe that the government should not waste the mineral water of factories on so unworthy things as agriculture. They should convert all the villages into big metros. I know we won’t get wheat and rice this way but then, there are the cute little pigs to follow. We won’t die of hunger. Foreign countries prepare a lot of SHIT which would be enough for all of us…..

I AM THE NETAJI
I am a politician. I make the policies for our country. I am a respected man in the society. I am a newsmaker. What I speak becomes a news item. What I do becomes the next morning’s headline. I have the ability of tweet cattle and make my own statues. I have committed my entire life in the service of common man. I drive in my own private air conditioned car to reach the common mass during elections and even wear their garland full of wilted and shabby flowers. I wear the khadi even if I don’t look smart in it. But these things, even if important, don’t matter to me. I am a real social worker…
I am in love with my country. I want to make it a superpower. I am working hard for it. I have stopped taking bribes in-kind. I prefer cash. I think this would increase the liquidity and decrease the unnecessary CRR.
I give ample opportunities to young generation to efficiently utilize their energy by making them participate in those HINDU-MUSLIM “I am your brother” games…. which my revered ancestors invented for the benefit of society. Such games also help in maintaining a control over the blooming population. Am I clever, eh??…..

I AM THE VIDHYARTHI
I am a student. I am an ardent fan of APJ. I want to make India a superpower. But before that I want to stand on my own legs. For this I am working very hard. I will go to America for my further studies, study what they had done to become to the superpower, come back and implement those strategies for the betterment of my country. One day I would become a politician. I would work for those countless farmers and those laborers who die every day out of ignorance, poverty and by the hands of rich people who torture them beyond the limits of their strength…
I want to make my country corruption free. I want to teach its people that there is no use fighting in the name of caste and creed. I want to tell them that India can be a superpower only by taking some very simple steps. But I want to warn them nevertheless. Time is running out. Problems tend to become complex if not checked in time.

There are problems everywhere. The point is to work at the base. We should remember that even if beautiful, the building will one day crumble down if its base is weak. We all want to work for the GREATER GOOD. But we tend to forget that the GREATER GOOD consists of many SMALLER GOODS. We all want to see our country as the SUPERPOWER. It is THE INDIAN DREAM. Sometimes superpower seems to be an amazingly huge word but we should understand that achieving it is not that much difficult. We don’t need to work very hard. All we need is, is to bring about some simple changes in us. Being honest to ourselves and constantly asking us whether what we are doing is right is sufficient…

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A whine…

Now, the emptiness is overpowering me.
When that historic poignant decision regarding my House arrest was unanimously taken by those over domineering souls, I was inundated with complex multitudes of extravagant emotions, which sadistically comprised both: smiles as well as sobs; at times giving way to wails and laughter, periodically and intermittently. R land suddenly replaced the heaven of my heart; I ruthlessly craved for those once useless classes and unrelenting professors, feeling like a forever abolished son….night and day.

But Time, they say, is the greatest healer.
Days transpired into nights and nights, into days, culminating some of the frustration and desperation…replacing them with fresh inputs of excitement, zeal and positivism. Those were the nights when my mind was in perfect harmony with my heart; those were the nights I realized that it was never too late for some action; when I opened the notepad and typed some of the ‘things to be done’. It was like Dasvidaniya but all in all better; better in the sense I had finally something to do…something to put my heart and soul into…

An interruption: An open confession: I prefer the second option.
Scribbling things like these: useless, emotional and sentimental past-misgivings and future-cravings, deplorable situations, undesirable circumstances and most noteworthy of all-futility of living like a open-hearted recluse; describing things like these, that too in a public blog is never a recommended advice. Such things are better experienced than expressed; experienced as an outcaste rather than expressed as a detestable member of this callous society. But I, with all my prudence intact, prefer the second option; I pour out my inner self as it helps me ward off some of the illness, yes, illness; letting me spit out the acerbity within, helping me and my body abrogate some of the poisonous waste.

Time, they assert, is the greatest examiner too.
I have a much longer list now…glaring at me with a reprehensible smirk, inviting as well as shooing me away; welcoming as though reminding me of the things I always desired to accomplish, inviting as though I have all the time in life to realize them; but shooing away all the same, with a spank on the ass, as though it knows that I am now too weak, too fragile even to begin contemplating those redundant ambitions.

Regret, they say is like a termite; it feeds on your life.
One of most profound regrets of my life is actually a ludicrous nostalgia; it haunts me ceaselessly; devoiding me off peaceful sleep, day and night, blocking my thoughts, stagnating my now a decaying mind. I take pills, antidepressants, to ward off such stinking ideas, such unrelenting thoughts; but without any success. Cool off, forget it, they say; but how can I? How can I forget that…..I won’t disclose my heart, I can’t.

Every night, they agree, has a day.
There is a very interesting difference between anxiety and depression, says he, the pycho, in one of the regular meetings; Anxiety is for the uncertain future whereas Depression for the now confirmed past; I suffer from both. But I know it is only the night, a time to rest, to commiserate with oneself, to prepare for the inevitable day. The glass is never full, but it can never be empty either; there would be something there, always, you just have to try and look from different angles; light will play its game and will show you, definitely, the glistening reflections. The silver lining is always there, waiting to be discovered; to show you the path, the right path.

Time, they know, is the greatest teacher.
There is no second opinion to this proposition; time, indeed, is the best teacher. What we avow as being experience is nothing but the direct manifestation of the teachings of Time, the result of our interactions with the class of Time’s select students, students who seldom feel but indeed are much luckier than other beings breathing out there; they suffer pain to truly appreciate the mesmerizing beauty of comfort.

I am the greatest student of Time.
Yes, it’s true; I am sure, in fact more confident than when I was ignorant; and believe me there is no irony involved here; I know that I am the best. May be not because I have yet to learn a lot from time, may be not as I don’t understand many of its laws, may be not that I hate believing that I am actually one of its select students, but all the while yes, there is a reason, more powerful than all the arguments put forward, more realistic than any of the theory one may suggest; I know one simple truth and that settles all. Simply.

Two and two makes four.
Yes, that’s it, it is the ultimate truth; truer than any of the propositions, any of the hypothesis, any of the axioms, solutions, answers, theorems and entire bunches of wholesome theories. It is the only absolute thing in the world.

Rest, is all, relative.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
:$ :$ :p :p

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Yes yes…blush blush…… 😀

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I hope u read this message of mine…
I am unable to see ur new template because I am traveling and this message I am sending just because of the feature of the comment system to ‘mail’ comments…
I will do the needful asap…
I hope u understand..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Hey Amit
I hope u read this message of mine…
I am unable to read your blog because I am traveling and this message I am sending just because of the feature of the comment system to ‘mail’ comments…
I will read all of them asap….
I hope u understand..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
and one more thing I am unable to read yours or for that matter any other blog only because I am traveling…I could type this comment only because of the facility of commenting with mobile phone….
will read all your posts asap….
I hope u will understand me..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you buddy….
I am happy that there are people who think good for me..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I was inspired by some of your past rants:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
wiser??
Am I blushing??

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I will do all them..definitely…but lemme get some time….

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Thousif Raza @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
well man a whine it is a long one at that, happens yaar happens, but please dont take pills and all it scares me, to lose a blog buddy of mine, so please restraints on that ok, in time all will be all rgt paaji trust me, be smiling be happy ya

take care and keep writing……………..

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adesi @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · +1 points
what indepth insight!
i m awed!

i like the jumps and bumps and the scream and the rant 🙂
i do it too to teach me lessons 🙂
awesome writing RSV

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 3 replies · 0 points
Nice post. So, you are turning wiser and wiser day by day…
Yes, time is the best healer and master. Time and life both work in tandem to teach us the best and the worst.

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
RSV:

i am looking for a feedback on my new template… I too added the same comment form like yours. now most of the time I search for my own blog’s comment form..

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yup..ofcourse time teaches you to heal yourselves..

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Guria @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hey, you have a tag or two over at MM, check ’em out, and do them if you want. 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yep u r right…It is indeed a rant……..:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you very much….
I am right now in third year of Integrated Msc Physics…..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yep I know..
its on top of my priority list!!

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Guria @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Once again another great post yaar! Whining in style! 🙂

By the way long time you’d asked which field in science I am in, right?
I am Biochemistry and I love your subject too, I do Biophysics also 🙂
So what are you doing right now? Sorry for being inquisitive, I mean I don’t know a lot of people in general science who blog, lol…

Take care, G.

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
you stil have to read my blog!!

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Toon India @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
That is some rant 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
u r right in realizing that every experience is not an unhappy one(a mistake)..but its human tendency that we fail to learn from out happy experiences which in turn doesn’t add to out experience…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yes innocent:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you ma’am….
A writer always feels satisfied when encouraged by the masters(or in this case, mistresses :p )in the field concerned….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I read it..
I feel that he is just being short sighted….I mean he is concentrating only on today and not on the probable impacts of research being done today

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
hey that means 27 pandals per day…..
that is great!! how did u manage it…..
I mean….poora bangaal chhaan mara hoga??

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
that’s fine..I just did not like the idea of losing one of my blogger friends….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
and now the busy thing..yes I am kind of….
but the main point is I tend to take my time in reading very good posts…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I just wanted to express that u should not hold yourself from expressing ur learning experiences….specially in my blog…
it is important that we learn from others’ experiences. right?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
sure….:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I am happy:D

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Shilpa Garg @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
A.M.A.Z.I.N.G Post, Rahul! 🙂

I believe, your expression is metamorphosing into something very intense and beautiful in leaps and bounds!!

Great going, Rahul!!

Keep sharing and happy blogging! 🙂

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
read this post and tell me what you feel : http://www.chronicwriter.com/ Do you think this post is humorous?

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Not at all.
Actually i was super busy during last week as we were having the Durga Puja celebrations.
I visited only very few blogs. i saw about 135 idols in 5 days.
Visited pandals and also ate a lot.

Thats why i am missing for a few days.

Cheers

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Yeah.I agree with you on this point now:)

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
yep i know that..:) but since u asked i answered..[innocent one though..:):D ]

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
yeah ,obviously, dose situations teach us greatly… theres an adage ‘experience is the name people give to their mistakes’. though i fully do not agree with d statement its true to some extent( as all experiences are not always mistakes, for me at least…) n ofcourse ” if we want them to be,…”

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
That’s ok..take time and plz do update me with ur views…:)..
Thanks for the msg…

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 4 replies · 0 points
Rahul, chodo is for telling and boring with my personal issues!! True value of friends?! Quite interesting! I tried learning it for the past 4 years!! Still the research is going on!! U seem 2 b quite busy!?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you very much RV sir…
(hope u don’t mind me calling u RV)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Sourav..but that is too much praise actually….
but I liked the use of ‘original’…that is what I strive to become…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
ok ok ma’am….
i got it….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
i liked this term “dovetailed”….
thank you…
some words tend to make ur day……….:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
but one thing bro,,,,,I confess here….
I always like the way u comment….u always add to my knowledge with your words..
thank you very much…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I slapped my self buddy…..and yes it worked….
I will make it…I know…but what do I want to make??
I still don’t know……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 5 replies · +1 points
why chhodo…?
I am right now learning the true value of my friends….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
and One more thing…
I am sorry that I couldn’t read some of your previous posts….
it is because of inconsistent availability of comp around me.
and my slow reading speed…
I take my time…but will definitely complete your posts asap…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thank you Pramoda
I am happy that you liked it……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
but one sec….
you forgot to type ur blog’s url..
I need to know more about u right??

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Hari…..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
I said that………. Regret, they say is like a termite; it feeds on your life…
what I mean to relay is that we should not regret something but our mistake should be kept in memory so that we don’t repeat them…
am I correct now?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
it is a wailing of a person who is going through some problem in his life…but he is still positive and thinks that things will get better…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you 4 ur encouragement Adi…..
I am happy:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Amit…
flow of expressions….Oh thank once again…sir…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
an epiphany made me take up this post,,,,
I just wanted to relay the feelings from the heart of sufferer…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Rashmi….
I am happy!!:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
and yes I have changed the spelling!!

and bout the durga puja thing….mine was just an innocent question..
I already knew the answer though:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · +1 points
such situations can be a great learning platform for us, if we want them to be……..
don’t u think?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you sir…
same to you!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you urmi Ma’am…
same to u:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · +1 points
Thank you AK…
I am happy that a person such talent likes my thoughts…….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Shankar….
Time indeed is the greatest teacher..:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you R R….
:p

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Rakesh Vanamali @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Wow! This is one amazing piece of writing! Very deep, yet easy to understand and comprehend, very relevant to happenings of life!

Good work!

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Sourav @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Mr. Rahul Sharma .. I would like to convey that you are just getting better and best’er by every post and you should consider writing as a profession in near future. Haven’t I told you before you are one of the very few who doesn’t leave me with much to say. !!

Writing style : AWESOME !

Content : Original and brilliant !

The flow : Superb, words used on merit !

Analysis was deeper and more practical, best being two and two makes four !

Reading your post is an addiction now ! SERIOUSLY !

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rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
btw m rashmi chaudhary..
🙂
written so as to diffrenciate wid your other follower rashmi
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rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hey, nice post .. loved it…
” it is the ultimate truth; truer than any of the propositions, any of the hypothesis, any of the axioms, solutions, answers, theorems and entire bunches of wholesome theories. “
excellently written..very intricately dovetailed combination of nitty-gritties..
well done dude..
keep writing such posts…
🙂

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Actually lot of teenagers and people in their early 20’s face this paranoia. They have it in them to make it but they really dont know if they can make it. One must have the grit to slap himself and say they can make it. That is what separates the victors from the sucktors.

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 6 replies · 0 points
awesome post man!!
Time is the greatest teacher 🙂
very true. I learnt a lot in these two years after mom left us alone. Time made me to realise the true faces of relatives!!
Chodo..
this is a great post! Loved it!

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 4 replies · 0 points
:)…nice and informative read …:)

couldnt agree more on some points..on the whole, it was a good one .. thanks

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hari @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Now thats wat i call it an enchanting expressive post…. to make the thoughts come of your mind in words…now thats a toughieee…goood one dude!

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 3 replies · 0 points
Awesome post. Completely agree with you on all thoughts except for one. Just one thought. Do you really think time heals everything if you regret something? That regret will always stay in your heart & mind, how much time passes by , it doesn’t matter.
Just my thought.

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Murali @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Couldn’t understand a thing!

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Aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
You are , day by day refining your thoughts and expressing beautifully. great man! keep it up! 🙂

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Awesome post as usual.. 🙂
I really love the flow of expressions of ur posts.. 🙂
Keep writing 🙂
Cheers!!

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Pawan @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
What made you take up this post?
It was totally bizarre, surprisingly its hard to find posts of this genre on the blogosphere.

Nice one mate!

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Rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Very very enriching piece!
Loved it 🙂

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 6 replies · 0 points
awesome as usual.. I loved ol the paras , though i liked ‘Every night, they agree, has a day.’ d most(I actually i too have dis thing of remembering the past mistakes n failures n getting afraid of the coming future. Inspite of many advices n sugesstions i cnt help it.). The topics that u hve mentioned are all very true in every humane lyf…
The last n finishing line was again a very appropos n appropriate one..just loved it..

Nwys in this post u hve a lil typing error in ‘Every night, they agree, has a day.’,2n line, i think it wil be p’s’ycho…??!!

Nd ya in durga puja i mentioned of the ladies’ gaffes only coz, u kno boys’ wid that r tooo many to be mentioned(dat actually means i noticed much more guys dan gals, U c i mentioned of the ladies wid bad dresses only..:P..:D) …N obviously i did watch dem wid my disgusting eye..hihi….
Happy Dushhera to U too..:)

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B K CHOWLA @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Rahul, it is one the most interesting posts I have read.
Sure,time is the ultimate healer.
Happy Dussera.

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Urmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Excellent post. I like each and every post of yours as its very interesting and the way you express it is really appreciable. Wish you a very Happy Dussehra.

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 3 replies · 0 points
“But Time, they say, is the greatest healer.” sooo true..great post.. you really are a thoughtful person 🙂

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Shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 2 replies · 0 points
very good post..especially i liked “Time, they know, is the greatest teacher.” once again a very good post bro…

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R. Ramesh @ The Skeptical Observer – A whine… 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
excellent post..enjoyed reading this buddy..cheers

Who is God?

WARNING: THIS POST IS VERY LENGTHY, BORING AND BASED ON TOO CLICHE’D A TOPIC. THOSE WHO ARE NOT VERY UNHAPPY ABOUT SOMETHING, DON’T READ IT. IT MAY SPOIL YOUR MOOD. JUST CHECK OUT ITS LAST LINE. AND WAIT FOR MY NEXT POST.

Who is God? The question is interesting indeed and has been a topic of intense debate amongst ourselves since the beginning of understanding.

Mr. Bharathi’s latest post made me write this post. It is actually re-script of two of my previous posts. One is “Me then”: this is what/how I used to think. Other is “Me Now”: this is what/how I now think.

Note that both of them are quite abstract and may arouse many questions in the reader’s mind. I am prepared to answer any of your questions.

First one was entitled “THE MUSINGS OF [(A)N] [A(THEIST)]”

ME THEN
I am sorry. I have to do it. I know….at times its strange….but things should be done with as soon as possible. Sometimes we think too much. Is it not? This post is not for those who are always in a funny-go-lucky mood. I warn you. Before hand. And this one is longer too. Three days back I read Alchemist. The book that had been avoided by my lazy self for centuries. Brilliant. Is the word which should not be ascribed to it, I think. For the last three days I have been doing the same thing which I specialize at. Contemplating……

There is something. One ‘O’ short of GOOD. It is the one called supreme. I don’t use ‘He’. I am confused. Is It ‘He’ or ‘She’? They say It is ‘He’. But when I think of ‘It’, my mother comes in front of me. So………….

Let me be naked. I am a mind. So who is God? Does It actually exist? If so, where is It? What is Its gender? People say It is heart. But I know the heart is ‘mindless’. It houses love. But then it also suffers from hatred, from jealousy and from anger. People say It lives in the heart. But why does It allow such satanic rumblings to remain in the heart, near it?

Let me elucidate. I don’t believe in God. I haven’t seen him, that’s why I don’t believe….is rather a weak argument which I detest to propose. As a matter of fact, I don’t propose anything at all. For I am confirmed that our world is nothing but an agglomeration of some queer probabilities. Some strange but, yes, praiseworthy gambits occurring against some stranger laws. I don’t believe in anything except self. I am a nut-shaped mesh of neurotic devices which developed itself through ages by some sheer probabilities. Mark it. I don’t use the word LUCK. Because I don’t believe in it. I believe only in probabilities……………..

I am an atheist……….

Some queer things happened. One after the other. I couldn’t digest them completely. They were really fast. I saw my heart. It was wailing. Crying like anything. I tried to console him. ‘Don’t worry: it is just one of those probabilities. What is the purpose of behaving like this? But it continued.’ It argued that it was the reason of that ‘mistake’. ‘It was just a probability.’ I repeated. ‘No, it could have been avoided……’

In the common terminology, I am pragmatic. And the heart emotional. Thus I am happy. I know. Emotions can be dangerous. I am strong. Mightier than heart. And so I rule the body. I take care of its decisions. The heart always tries. He tries to give some rather useless alternatives. But I win. Always. There is spiny. I teach him how to react. Majority is with me……..

Some more ‘queer’ things happened. Really fast. Once again the heart wept. Once again I saw it. But one thing did not happen once again. I didn’t console him. It was not that I was doubtful (even though I was). I just couldn’t do it. The super-computer part of mine was doubtful. It had calculated that the probability of the event was zero. Then why did it happen. It was not suppose to. It was juxtaposing. And it was incomprehensible…..

From then on I couldn’t dream. Restless. Insomniac. Bewildered……. Anger. Frustration. Confusion…….

From then on the heart started consoling me. ‘Don’t worry. Things will get better. Soon.’ ‘May be you should revise your theories.’ ‘I was addlepated. The theories could not be wrong. They had proofs…

And one day this thing happened. This particular thing. For which I was never able to calculate any probability……

A child is laughing. But he doesn’t look like one…… My eyes are closed. But I don’t have any eyes………. He seems mature. Like he has seen life. But then how can I clarify. I am just a mesh…..A coagulation of neurotic cells. I haven’t seen one….. There is peace. I can feel it. At least…… But I am at war……. The child is male. No. It can be a female as well………. A fragrance floats in the air. Like some boats on a calm sea. Mark it. I say boats……….. I look into the eyes of the child. He stops laughing……… The world is at its extreme. There is silence and there is noise. There is neither any noise nor any silence……. As a matter of fact, I can’t feel anything. I am just a point. An infinite point. I can feel it. I doesn’t exist. I is just there. Trying to fade away. From this unknown place. I am scared………. Time passes……. A year. No. perhaps a century. And I am still there……. Looking into the eyes of the child. And the child is doing the same thing….. Smiling……..

‘What happened?’ the heart is curious. ‘Nothing.’ …..’OK’. “I just don’t remember anything. May be it was just a bad dream……..”

I saw the clock. It was 3. Three AM…… I looked around. There was a frameset. And a photo. ‘THANKS….’

Now I am a theist……

The other is actually a review of an excellent book by Douglas Adams: Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy. It was entitled as AN ODE TO HITCHHIKING. I prefer you to go through Wikipedia before you read the following.
I admonish before that you may not find the article very appealing. It is to be read and forgotten.

ME NOW
One of the many aphorisms that I must have added to my visibly intangible fact-sheet can be crowed out with the support of two, rather simple words from the English dialect and they, with least element of surprise, are: Don’t Panic, in the given sequence. When purposely engraved on the cover of one of the most exciting of works of Ursa Minor, the great publishing house, it quietly attenuates some of the admonishing waves of dread, which after all (once again with least element of surprise) turns out to be a very useful and interesting object, when at the disposal of hitch hikers. When at the disposal of strags or for that matter, the non-hitch hikers, it possesses even more utility but betrays far lesser interest.

Now, just before a very funny event occurred which I shall not describe here for the sake of my modest approach to life, my ape-descended brain was mulling over a probable possibility of the ravenous bug blatter beast of traal mugging in three pints of the pan galactic gargle blaster. But just before I could come to any improbable conclusion, that funny incident occurred, which in any probable case, I shall not explain in order to preserve my modesty.

Now, only a few months back, one of the people I happen to know from R-land and who happens to be too good to be called a friend of mine, as a very friendly suggestion, suggested me to type the following words in google: the answer to life, the universe and everything. When I followed his command out of sheer curiosity to continue that friendly consortium of friendly actions, what he too friendly had suggested, a very unfriendly thing occurred. A number 42 popped up on the screen which quite incredibly did not surprise me a pair of dingo’s kidneys.

Now, it is not that I had always known the result of that ephemeral action and wanted to impress all those arthropods buzzing about their own ways in that rainy day or that I am an impassive humanoid toad who can give other toads a run for their torpidity but it is just that my not-yet-fully-developed mental faculties were too efficiently inefficient to derive any possible probable meaning out of it.

Now, out of sheer friendliness, I may suggest, Mr. too good suggested me one more task to make the already maddening task of deducing anything meaningful out of the result of the previously conferred task a little bit more decision oriented.

Now, basking under the heavy photons of the various tasks bestowed so unceremoniously on my weak self, I realized that following my friend’s advice and wasting some hours of my useless life on too engaging tasks would be too prudent a decision. I nevertheless decided to do it just because I had nothing worse to do at that particular time.

Now, so determined was my lazy self at that time that I managed to read the full 221 pages of that so mind-bogglingly, awesomely, seriously serious book in a mind-bogglingly whiff of one quarter less of a year. This, not in the least sense, failed to surprise me at all and that is not due to the reason that I had not expected it but it is not the fact either that I was not surprised. This whole account of being surprised or not being surprised may be a little bit ambiguous from the writer’s side and from the reader’s point of view but it does not change the fact that I am really surprised for an inconspicuous reason that I am having unrelenting and uncontrolled feelings of being a gay.

Now, it may have easily occurred to you that I am starting to touch newer and higher heights of lunacy (which though I am but for other meticulously concealed reasons) but I do possess that foolhardy knack of arguing with others when I think I can and I can now bet a pair of dingo’s kidneys that you will also have those gay-ish feelings after going through the book for a very simple reason that Douglas Adams happens to be a male. (Ladies, I am sorry but I happen to believe that this blog is never bothered to be read by all but one or two utter morons who by infinite certainty are males.)

Now, the main problem which inspired me to go through all this ass-ache was to find out the significance of 42 as the most correct answer to the ever hindering question of life, the universe and everything but instead of simplifying things, it ramified them into more rigorous and befuddling formats because the book made me realize that even if the answer to the question was known, the question was itself missing.

Now that since I have thought about this problem rather too pensively and I have passed almost half of my time in the restaurant at the end of the universe, I feel that the missing question and its known answer form a pair of mutually exclusive orthogonal observables which follow a strange rule of unrelentivity principle that is to assert that there is a finite improbability of unity of finding them in a single universe at a given point of time.

Now, that has made me feel relaxed because after all, why bother chasing a mad bull if it is sure to whack his own head on the wall and you can’t do a pair of dingo’s kidneys about it. May be, continuing doing things without actually knowing the real hidden reason is the best thing we, the organic simulations of the programs of the most powerful computer ever to be built in the history of history i.e. earth, can do.

Now I think that there is no need to actually ask “Who is God?”
Trying to be too far sighted is sometimes very boring. Isn’t it??

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points
after some thought I think you are right…
we are ourselves not sure WHAT WE ARE?
how can we question the existence of God??

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Toon India @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points
that’s what I am asking..the identity that you are comfortable with ..is it everlasting..it’s made up of few components..right

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Thousif Raza @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points
not very much, but i like what you are trying to say here, nicely potrayed raises a lot more questions, but its good ya, nice one

take care and keep writing…………..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
that is interesting observation indeed…..
people who claim they don’t believe in God talk about them more than required…..
B)

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Televerus @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
I find it interesting that people in general (no offense here is intended), have a tendency to focus so long on things they don’t believe in. People who claim not to believe in a higher power seem to talk to me more about “God” than Christians (or other religions for that matter — although I do not encounter them as often).

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
wow so quick:D

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Priyanka Agrawalla @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Ya thts true…. Science just explains things.. but something is there beyond these explanations!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
honestly speaking I later on thought that such a long post actually scares the readers away…
m happy that u read it…..
and yes God….it has to exist..somehow….to explain what we can’t explain……

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Priyanka Agrawalla @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
Hey Rahul first my kudos to u! for writing such a long post. Even I try to write yaar, but havent been successful with tht yet! 😦

Hm… these days no idea why.. I have started believing tht God does exist… (Earlier I used to believe it half-heartedly)… Thnx for shraing this thought-provoking post.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
awards….yippy…will do it definitely:D

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
put that image in your blog with an url which confers you with this award..and share it with blogs u like….:)

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Karthik @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Well, I’ve never asked that question, for I’ve always been an athiest. So there is no room for argument. But if somebody insist on answering that question, then I’d say that my conscience is my God.

(Rahul, thank you so much for the sharing of award. But pardon my ignorance. I don’t know what to do with it. Should I put that image on my blog or something? If yes, then how? )

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hey..Plz collect ur awards frm my blog ..:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
hey m waiting for ur reply!!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yep but I didn’t want to loose the originality…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I am really touched that u shared such an innocent thought with me…it somehow resembles my childish version of God……..
stomach making noise…lollzz…..:D

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
awwww……. but now many care…:)

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Who is God?? Tough question to answer.
I will tell you something funny about what i thought when i was a child. We were told that God lives in heaven which is supposed to be beyond or above the skies. We as kids always used to look into the skies and wondered what God’s house must be like (never questioned his gender, we always thought that He must be an old bearded, lovable guy just like the Gandalf in Lord of the Rings movie) and how did the clouds managed to hold his palatial, grand n gigantic house or whether he existed or not. Whenever the clouds used to rumble we used to think that God must have had some spicy food n thats why his stomach was making noise and that noise made us believe that he existed. It may appear hard to believe but this was what my friends and i believed until reason took over our childish innocence.

Sorry for writing such a long comment but couldn’t help sharing this with you.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
It did:p
hey, is it causing a lot of problem. I am concerned…

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Test Comment #15
Hey if this gets published then am the one who posted maximum number of comments!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I liked your explanation very well. I am still not very sure about what I think but I now have a very clear idea as to what I SHOULD think….
THANK YOU VERY MUCH……

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Rakesh Vanamali @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Having crossed over from being an atheist to a firm believer, I do not doubt the existence of God as much as I’m sure that the positions of the Sun and the Moon are not interchangeable in the rising and setting motions!

While I do believe and attach a great deal of significance to scientific reasoning, I do not fail to achknowledge the happenstance of spirituality, which is usually discounted. With this dichotomy in me, I’m in peace with a supreme understanding that all of the world, its beings and happenings are governed in a certain manner, which may not be fully understood!

Very good and thought provoking post, although I sound being cliched at saying so!

Thanks for the recommendation of the Alchemist by PC, which I have evaded for a long time now! Also, many thanks for the wonderful award that you gave me! Truly appreciate it!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
as an afterthought:
btw have u read both the books?? out of curiosity…
if yes man u are something……B)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
The God Delusion is in my “books to be read” list….
and you were spot in quoting the Hitchhiker’s Guide……
beauty is to enjoyed not explored. right??

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Paritosh @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
You should read “The God Delusion” by Richard Dawkins. BTW to quote the HitchHiker’s Guide:

“Isn’t it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”

😉

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
btw I like the way you comment and the way you reply to comments:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
the SEARCH is on…..I will tell you when (if ) i find it…
will u temme if u find it first?:p

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I deleted that comment….
and yes it is personal best……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
and yes the force thing….I also like the idea,…but there is still a lot to be found and researched upon regarding this…….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I didn’t like Alchemist only because he used so complex a story….no the story was not that complex….he just made it so…..to describe such a simple thing…..the simple thing was indeed a great motivation……
I have read most of his books….and the fifth mountain is my personal best……..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I am happy now….:p

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shankar13288 @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
i am also a regular reader of your blog.. But most of the time not able to comment..due to disappearing comment box… lucky got it today… Rsv… my bro.. who will say not to awards..human beings strive for two things in this world. one is money..the other one is rewards and recognition… So i will accept your award.. you can soon find it in mine…

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Durga Nandan @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
🙂 The search is on..
Not that many find it [God].
I have a feeling I might find it inside myself.
And yeah, I aint agnostic. I know it somewhere. Just have to find where. 🙂
And certainly I aint an atheist. 🙂

Keep the search on. When you find it, [if] lemme know. 🙂
Cheerz!
Durga.

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
too many typos in the previous comment.. Yeah I have read hitchhikers… book too.. it was too funny

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Hey that was a nice post.. yeah even I am damn confused abt this god stuff.. but there are many things which do not have explanation which means that there is a powerful force behind everything.. because there should a point in time when the universe got created.. it couldnot have existed forever.. if then, when was it created?!! Btw, alchemist is a very good motivational book (atleast I found it so).. it gave me enough energy to pursue my goals in life 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
that is a great idea indeed…….
I liked it..answer to many of my questions….
thanx!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I have made some changes….
tell me if are able to comment now

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
hey try out now….
and tell me if its working
I have made some changes……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I like ur attitude..I am mostly like u but did not open out as such….
cheers!! 😉

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Aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Another thought provoking article.

Long ago man didnt have the courage to say-“I dont know” . Everything he didnt know or understood, he attributed to something supernatural-voila out came God!!

Btw Alchemist is the worst book I have ever read. I never understood how people can even read Paulo coelho 😦 . ^ purely my opinion.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
mm..
yes I also think that I have to switch to usual blogger from the next post….

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
from morning,this is my 10th comment!
None is getting published X-(

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I like ur attitude..I am mostly like u but did not open out as such….
cheers!!;)

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Murali @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
I don’t know if there is a god…..or not….
but i don’t give a rats ass….
I believe that life is just too exciting and busy to start attributing all the good things to god and bad things on one’s own self.

Dear God(if U are there!),
I don’t know if you are really there, but do I care? No.
I am an agnostic. I believe in us writing our own life. Whether there be a god or not. I am a fatalist, who knows that sometimes Shit happens.
So long, farewell, just don’t mess wid my life!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
1. I am unable to trace u back..
do gimmes ur link of blog……
2. this is perhaps the best advice one gave me for a long time…
3. do read the book it is very nice!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
well I am myself as I can feel, see and hear myself..
the question is who is God whose presence is skeptic as we can’t sense him…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I also think I need to change it….
does your comment system working fine..’
I was just thinking of putting that up?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I also I need to change it….
does your comment system working fine..’
I was just thinking of putting that up?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I read it…quite interesting….

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hari @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
quite a lengthy post….but yeah read it all the way down!! hmm my illiusive nature or i have been seein on lately a number of posts on GOD and existence…i can only tell that its belief that GOD is all about…belief in yu, belief in the work yu do…thats GOD! and if GOD a factor can motivate yu…then fine! but i detest the people who sin in the name of GOD!…thanks for the oppurtunity to voice my cry on this…. nice post…and the books looks interesting….! cya mate

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Toon India @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
well for a change first ask who are you..your identity which was built around 20 or so years back will be vanished in the next 100 years..and what you call as’ you’ will be converted into air,earth,water,fire and space..back to nature..so who was that power , making it move, the body you called all your life as ‘me’.
Just give it a thought dude

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B K CHOWLA @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
I am having problems in posting comments

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Buddy i think this post of mine will definitely help

http://cricoholic.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-tryst-w&#8230;

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
dont’ u think that or theory somehow proves the non-existence of God?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yes it is interesting and worth a read……..xD

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
I don’t know who god is. But as a matter of curiosity I love to know….Till now I believe that everything, happening around me; happening with me is determined. But what is determined is not known at the moment. We are subjected to behave under the laws of universe which is so improbable to predict due to uncertainty (Heisenberg Uncertainty principal). Our mind can be viewed as infinite set of differential equation which initial values only can determine our future and surprisingly, getting an exact initial value is pretty impossible due to large uncertainties at this level.
Cheers!!

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Naveen kumar @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
the book sounds interesting

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
hehe…. it was written when the land was barren and no body cared to walk here except for few males….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
I know u r a busy person….
I don’t expect you to read and comment n my post every time I write one…
it is just I felt a pang that (perhaps) u didn’t accept my award….
I know u r a very nice guy and like a big bro to me……..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
but I am unhappy that u didn’t accept my blog buddy award..
or did u?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thanks for visiting Shankar…..
U know I am a regular reader of your blog……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Urmi……

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
hmmm…chalo I hve completed reading ur dis post also….but u said only 1/2 utter moron Males wil go thru dis piece, but most r females here now..hihi……

I m trying to get hold of the book soon.
About the topic I dont have much to say, D topic is common, but the contents are quiet uncommon…:)
Its an (un?)usual innovative mind’s thought. I myslf, hvent seen god, but i biliv in almighty, i m not sure or concerned about that One’s gender or shape, But for me its someone to whom I pray fr welfare of my frnds n relatives and to whom i confide all my guilts n faults…:)

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shankar13288 @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 5 replies · 0 points
God is anywhere and everywhere…. every human being is a god…..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
read that book…u will find answers to some of your questions….if you have… 🙂

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Urmi @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Thanks a lot for nominating me for the award.
I liked your post very much. I will try to read the book.You each and every post is very interesting and also informative.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
sure :p
u have a good blog

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
sure^_^

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Suga @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Well being an unconventional person … I too have different rather weird views on the topic bt yeah m nt able to decide if m an atheist or agnostic or a spiritual person … religious m nt ….m sure of tht at least ..bt ya I alwaz get positive answers for my prayers so I du believe in tht theory of universe in ‘ The Secret’.. bt god … ummm messy topic …. nd abt the book u have mentioned above … sounds good … shall try n read it if possible 🙂

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Pulkit @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
http://19goes20.blogspot.com/2009/06/75-deism-of-&#8230;

This might answer ur question!

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – Who is God? 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi …interesting…will come back with my views after reading it once again ..:)

In search of happYness

This post has been selected as a BlogAdda’s Spicy Saturday Pick. For a sneak-peek at the review on BlogAdda, click here!

Please do go through the comments section after reading the post. You may find something much more interesting than what I have tried to explain. And don’t forget to enlighten us about what you think about the topic in question. I am doing a sort of public opinion research!!

Once upon a time there was a fisherman. He was a poor man. He used to live in a hut near the sea. He always wore the same lungi and the same vest. People used to look at him with a queer mixture of disgust and sorrow. They did not hate him but they did not love him either. And he was also oblivious to them. His average day was very simple. He would get up with the first light of the sun and go to the sea with his boat. He would then catch fish till noon and after a simple lunch comprising fish and rice, he would take a tight nap. The evening would be passed in some more of fishing and he would be off to bed before the last ray of sun left the earth. He had no particular desire. He was satisfied with whatever he had. He had never read the Franklin’s rule, which says that “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall not be disappointed”, either. In fact he had never read anything in his life. He was ignorant. He lived for himself, with himself and never cared to progress in life: materialistically as well as spiritually. He never tried to see beyond what his eyes could descry. In fact he lived an animal’s life. He never had any tensions and used to drag on with his life with the same monotone… carefree but sans any use for others. He was never sad because he was a contented soul. But he was not happy either; he did not know what happiness meant. As he had never dared to explore the other face of it….

In the sea near his humble hut was a magnificent ship. It was owned by a wealthy man. He had two other ships in two other ports of the state. He was famous. He had a lot of ‘friends’ because he had a lot of money and he had a lot of money which he had earned with a lot of hard work. When he was very young he had dreamt that he would be a rich man one day. And today, he was a well respectable businessman of the town, with five bungalows and numerous cars. He had finally achieved what he had always desired. He knew it very well…the Butler’s Law of Progress, which says that “All progress is based on a universal innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.” And so he was never satisfied. Even if he wanted to… He would start making blueprints of his next hotel even before the current one got completed. This way he gave thousands of jobless people some means of earning. This way he contributed a lot to the society, the nation and the world in general….

But there was something that worried him incessantly. He had people around him who called him their friends but he also possessed the necessary experience and intuition to know and understand that they were with him only because of his money and power. He had already had a divorce because he never cared to give enough time to his wife. His son was a spoiled brat who never heeded a slight emotion towards his father’s problems. He was unable to enjoy sugar because he was diabetic. He was unable to enjoy salt because he was hypertensive. All that he earned would go to the medicines he was forced to take every other hour. Even then he was consistently forced to smile in front of others. To show them that he was strong. He was well adept at it. It was an art well practiced in his growing years. In fact a kind of mask of a charming smile had got stuck on his face… Which used to suffocate him incessantly …In the interviews he would say that one should always be honest; one should always speak the truth and should work for the greater good. He was a role model for many aspiring youngsters. His meteoric rise from slums to riches was then a part of the folklore. But he himself knew what he had lost in that tremendous gain of name and fame. His inner self would perpetually torment him for the numerous lies he had spoken, for the acts of debauchery he had committed during his so called ascent. Even for a better cause of the greater good, he always felt, deep inside, that he was never worth a penny of what he was being showered with. Success comes at a price and that price, perhaps, was his happiness…

In the town near the sea was his office. In the office were hundreds of small cabins. In one of those hundreds of small cabins, sat one middle aged man. He was neither rich nor poor. He would come to office everyday early in the morning, work throughout the day, with frequent breaks of discussions on love, politics, religion and marriage and then be off to his home by 6 pm. He would then watch TV, talk with his wife for some time, read a book or a magazine or would do some other stuff he always did whenever he felt like doing something different. This middle-class man was neither as rich as his boss nor as peaceful as the fisherman. He had wife and sons and daughters and lived ‘happily’… Or as he thought…Or rather…as he forced himself to think.

Man is a clever animal. He can make himself think in a certain way and create a virtual world around him. But even then he knows that he is fooling himself and this knowledge of faking one’s own self badgers him continuously.

There was a time when he was young and new. He also wanted to do great things. But there were too many responsibilities on him. Sisters to marry, an ailing mother, a father who never approved of his ideas. And then a wife, a house, electricity bill, telephone bill, rations card, children’s higher education, their birthday parties, their marriages. Throughout his life he had been too much preoccupied to ever have given a thought on happiness or on its absence. Actually, he had always been taught that way by his parents. He was taught to believe that marrying a woman, having kids, earning for them, striving for their happiness would make him happy. He did what the world told him to do and eventually ended up doing nothing. He would look at the fisherman and think about living a more independent life. He would look at his boss and think about living a more prosperous life. His own life had been a series of mundane events; events which depended on the events proceeding them. First career, then marriage, children, their education, their career, their marriage and then retirement. Yes retirement… he had planned it years ago. He would write a novel when he retired, he would open up a restaurant, he would play with his grandchildren etc. It is not that he never wanted to be happy. It is just that his happiness depended on future which when arrived would turn into present…

The man had two sons and a daughter. The daughter was eldest of them and had been married years ago. The youngest son was still a minor. His other son was in his late teens. Now as it occurs, he was confused. A full ocean of life was in front of him. It was clear that his aim in life was to be ‘happy’. But he did not know what happiness meant. Was it living an ignorant life and caring about nothing in the world? Was it aiming for stars and then doing anything to reach them? Or was it living a bull’s life and fulfilling his responsibilities one by one? Or was it an ideal sum of three?

A rough analysis:

It is very easy to make out that most of the people in this world want to aim for all the three options but it is a matter of experience that they have to choose only one of them at some point of life or the other. In other words it can be termed as compromise. Only a handful of people manage to grasp all the three pleasures of life. Most of them, by the look of it, succeed in one but fail in the other. The author’s question is simple: which way to choose….. or to put it simply, what to do?

A Note: I have a few awards to share and one tag to do. I will definitely complete them in the next post.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

u are an interesting man..murali…even I don’t like to think myself in that position….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog Gopinath

everyone wants to be happy….but the question is what makes him/her happy…

mm….

yes listening to your heart is an excellent or perhaps the option available…

thanks buddy….

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Murali @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Everyone unto his own cravings. Each one of us ha their own idea of happyness, some never-ending, some never fulfilling, some never even tying and someone never able to understanding this pursuit!

I dread to be the last one, even in my dreams! your father-of-2-children character seems to be of the third kind (d’uh!)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog Gopinath

everyone wants to be happy….but the question is what makes him/her happy…

mm….

yes listening to your heart is an excellent or perhaps the option available…

thanks buddy….

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Gopinath Mavinkurve @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Thought provoking post indeed! A well told story with a question we all are faced with! Being happy may mean different things to different people. One has to find happiness in what one has and does not in clamouring after what he cannot have or what he cannot do. Strive towards your goals once you have listened to your heart, i suppose!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank you survivor……

i liked the pic of your profile:p

he he……

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The Survivor @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 2 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

A thought provoking post!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

welcome to my blog Amreekandesi…

true we all have our definitions of happiness but is it not that most of us are always confused to find that definition?

btw I saw ur blog and its nice will soon be on a voyage through it……..

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amreekandesi @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Came here via BlogAdda. Interesting post!

I suppose we all have our definitions of happiness, and invariably it will come at a cost. Most often a compromise between professional success and a contented family life.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

dhanyawaad sirji….

I know very much why it was a ‘late’ comment……….

but u didn’t share with us what u think..I appreciate your ideas and suggestions…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

that is what I wanted… your candid opinion….your perception.

I agree with you when you say: If you ‘want’ to be happy, nothing can make you….its us that make us happy and nothing else…..

that is true…but don’t you think that is simple to put but too much difficult to manifest…and too much idealistic too…

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Ravi @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

come on fodu a nice once again, sorry for late comment !! but i guess you know it !!

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Guria @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Honestly Rahul, I didn’t comment intentionally… my perception is different from most because I am not in a search for happiness because I already got it! I am happy!

I believe happiness is a state of mind. If you want to be happy nothing can make you otherwise, if don’t want to be happy. nothing and no one in the world can make you happy! It’s in the attitude, in your faith and in self.

Think about it!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much Ma’am…:p

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Shilpa Garg @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Congratulations for Blogadda’s Spicy Saturday Pick!! 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

as an afterthought though:D

you did not give us your take on the above topic..

I insist that you do…:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

you want to say that don’t just hammer the iron when its hot…

first heat it and then hammer!!

right??

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much sreya….

I will check it out…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

and it somehow proves my earlier theory that success and happiness are seldom found at the same place!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I think I got what you want to say…You mean to emphasize that even if there is a factor of LUCK, we have something in our hands and should make best use of it…

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Shilpa Garg @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

That’s a very interesting, stimulating and inspiring post!!

According to Charles R. Swindoll, The pursuit of happiness is a matter of choice…it is a positive attitude we chose to express. It is not a gift delivered to our door each morning, nor does it come through the window. And it is certain that our circumstances are not the things that make us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never laugh again.

Wonderful post! Keep expressing!! 🙂

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Guria @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points

Heyy Rahul I thought I’ll drop a line!!!

Do you know you got chosen as a http://blog.blogadda.com/2009/09/19/best-indian-b&#8230;

Heyy Congrats!!! :~))

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I suppressed my urge to enjoy sleep quiet a few times(really few..:P)____Fountain lies in the mountains,__Fire in the hill,__Like love in the heart man in the zeal…:)

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rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Ya…. d maze’s level of difficulty may vary vary from person to person , n i too do agree wid ur “luck is a tool of God to be partial with some”(infact i just loved d line).

But ol d time all the things definitely dsnt rest on d luck… If d fisherman had d zeal for doing something he mst hve done smethings, bt actually he had no interest in doin anything.The rich businessman was ambitiousfor making money…..for he thot he would achieve joy dat ways.

N d ordinary man wanted his joy thru the joy of his near n dear ones…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thanks Chriz..

I am happy that a blogger of such repertoire has appreciated my work….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

yes Abhishek you are too right…we seldom make decisions that are truly and completely ours..most of the time its like following a herd…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thanks KG, for visiting and sharing with what you feel even after so busy a schedule….

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Abhishek Moharana @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

very nice post Rahul…..

what i feel that we have allowed ourselves to be too influenced by others….

why did we come to IIT?….only because everybody else said it was very good……did we judge for ourselves?….no

the bible says that thou shall not covet….but we go through life wanting what the next guy is having……

you’ve captured the sentiment spot on…..

keep goin…

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kasabiangirl @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Quite an insightful post Rahul and using that story was a nice way to express your feelings 🙂

and I would like to let you know that I never stopped visiting your blog…never 😀

I was awfully busy to post comments but I was reading 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

“Life is about everything and nothing in particular ! “

abstract…but true..

and yes, you have given the most convincing….elaborate yet succinct answer to my question…

I am happy:p

and thankfulxD

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thanks Pramoda for sharing with us what you think about this very subjective topic….

and yes, the priorities of happiness keeps on changing.:)

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Sourav @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep… I’m sure you have read ‘Tempest’ !

Love gives meaning to our lives – as do friendship, or art or faith in God. These are factors of true happiness, of inner peace, of feelings of harmony, allowing meaning to our existence.

But there is the other side. There is the cruelty of life, the pain, the evil, not to talk of death. They are the hidden tigers, ambushed and ready to attack the imprudent !

Life is about everything and nothing in particular !

You provoked the sensible part of my brain, yet again 😛

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

HAI …

Very long read, yet very sweet…i liked it ….

Yeah … Happiness is just a thought and state of our mind and heart..its up to us to choose which way can satisfy ur senses, so that u stay happily … it varies form person to person…and u know, for 100 yrs of human life, the priorities of the happiness resources keep on changing ..

It depends on our mental maturity, and etc …so no definition as such …ANd for u qsn…WHich way to choose,,? I’m not sure about the generalization here..but for me, i stay happy when i work well, when i spend time with my dear ones, when i help people …etc .. and mostlyy when i share my openions in my blog ..:) …

Thanks for the lovely post…keep expressing ..:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

No no not a problem….

it was a funny dream actually in which I thought that nobody likes me anymore…

but u have given me a great idea..I am really thinking of posting it here…

thanx:D:p

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

No need to thank its my pleasure.

Maybe you can write about that dream in your next post……would love to read about it.

What was so bad about that dream? Sorry if am being too inquisitive.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

thank you for reading it Shas……

I read ur reply..and yes, I appreciate your idea of not commenting before fully reading the post..

the message was actually the result of some bad dream…..I woke up and became too much skeptic:D

thanks again…

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points

The best that i have read so far. Quite philosophical.

Sorry for not being able to comment earlier. I was a bit busy n too lazy to read a long post. Do read my reply to your dilemma on my cbox.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

that is the point no?

sometimes its difficult for us to know where our happiness lies..

am i right?

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Paritosh @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hmmmm… the pursuit of happiness is a very complex desire. It can’t be captured in a story or two. Every one has his own definition of happiness. You may find happiness in family, someone else may find happiness in money. Heck, Uncle Scrooge is the happiest when swims in his bin full-a-money.

Happiness is a very subjective goal and no one can put a finger onto what comprises absolute happiness.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I am very happy that you were candid in relaying what you feel…..

but honestly speaking I couldn’t understand “writing style is totally unlike yours,” what made u feel like this…:x

on another note….agar bura nahi karunga to pata kaise chalega ki kab achha kiya 😀

😉

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Karthik @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hey Rahul, did you write this? Or just sharing this story? Don’t get me wrong. I got this feeling because the writing style is totally unlike yours, which is splendid and which I’ve been accustomed to. If in fact you have written this, I’m a trifle disappointed with the way of narration. Hope you don’t mind me being honest.

And when it comes to the story, obviously it was wonderful. It is certainly a matter to be introspected. It reminds me of a quote I read somewhere sometime ago.

“Don’t think ‘I should be happy,’ be NOW happy.” – Sorry, don’t know who said this.

Have a nice day!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

aho bhagy hamare..jo aap yahan padhaare..

I am very happy that u came here and called it good…

I am very regular to cgronicwriter..

thank you….

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chriz @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points

thoight kicker of a post…

i wan all the pleasures too ,not at the cost of risking my mental peace though..

you write well.. kudos.. keep writing at a regular phase

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I shall do it bro….

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

sure you can, actually this is the philosophy of buddha

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I am very happy, Venki to find such a critic of a friend. Now I realize, yes, you are right, the post should have been a little bit shorter. I will take care from the future….

and you are right in asserting that happiness is subjective….I like your example of sitar’s string very well…

can I use it in this post….I want to put it in my post…I will give your reference surely..should I??

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

To be critical of the post i can say u could have shortened it a bit avoiding some unnecessary details. The idea of the post pretty good, buddy.

You see, Happiness is very subjective it differs from one person to person, quest for happiness is a never ending saga as human wants are insatiable.

I say this to a lot of my frnds, A sitar’s strings rigid or very loose there wont be music, you have to find the middle ground. It is not either way but somewhere in the middle, only experience can teach you that.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

“with a very good soul” this touched my heart…..I am inundated with feelings….but its all your best wishes…..and blessings….

I thank you very much…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much…I am happy that you liked the story…

but I am interested to know…..you didn’t ask for the success of the rich man??

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hey that was a very thought provoking post.. you narrated the story so well that I was glued till the end.. So true.. which one of the three to choose? I guess little bit of Fisherman’s freedom and a little bit of the middle aged man’s family life should do.. It’s easier said than done.. I know 🙂 Nice post

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

best post…?

I never thought it would be though, I thought I was just typing out some crap from my heart..

thanks once again…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

“with a very good soul” this touched my heart…..I am inundated with feelings….but its all your best wishes…..and blessings….

I thank you very much…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Danke..

(I love this word)

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

This indeed is your best post till now. I loved it .

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Isn’t it very common for us also that we want to be happy but we don’t really know what is ‘being happy’ ?

The story was very thought provoking. You are a very good writer with a very good soul. Your writings reflect this… keep writing … God bless you 🙂

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

you can keep all the hats!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much Anshul….

can I keep the hat?? :))

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Probably the best. Reflects the life of each and every individual on this planet.

Hats off to you man!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank you Benny…its all your good wishes and encouragement….I am just trying to copy some of you lot…

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Benny @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

hey that was a stunning post.. lots of thoughts put in..the good thing abt ur blog is U make the readers think rather than just read! The best think any blogger can do! N u r on d way to glory as a very gud blogger!This one was really gud Rahul.. keep writing such “thought-provoking” atricles..cheers 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank you very much for your nice encouragement,….

I am happy that you read my blog…

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Tanay @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

GADAR post hai yaar….simple but thought provoking….i’m ur new style…..esp loved ‘It is just that his happiness depended on future which when arrived would turn into present…’

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

@all

I loooooove…… it when people say its THOUGHT PROVOKING…

its really a nice feeling to feel….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much…

I am happy that you think so!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

“no one can claim to have reached the ultimate happiness ..” Yep.. your point duly noted…

thank you very much….

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

A very nice post..really good and thought provoking…. nice one bro..

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Lakshmi Rajan @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hmmmm nice thought provoking post.. Man is a clever animal ( that is what he assumes to be) in the course of the attempted clever acts he ends up fooling himself … Happiness is relative and no one can claim to have reached the ultimate happiness …

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Danke….that really cheers me up….

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adesi @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

you are great with these inspirational tales.

i love reading them 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I am happy that shared what you think…it was important since I called you a teacher…

and I am also happy that don’t mind me calling you a teacher…

cheers!!

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Durga Nandan @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I think life is all about enjoying what you have be it a star or sun.

It is all about you vision and wants.

Finally, when you are in death bed, you should feel you lived. 🙂

And no, I didnt mind me being called so. Just that I was surprised. Some call me a Brainchild and now you a teacher. 🙂 So found a bit of a humor in it. That is all..

No, dont change it. 🙂 It is ok.

Cheerz!

DN

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

I will change if you don’t like it….

btw you didn’t answer any of my questions…

am I angry with my teacher??

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Durga Nandan @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points

:O Teacher? HAHAHAHA 🙂

Do I really seem so? 😀

Anyways, cheers! 🙂

DN

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I think the thing sorted itself out

I am getting what you want to say is that one should never go completely against his/her parents… and listen to them as well…

Thank you very much…..I think the ‘boy’ is convinced..and he would try to convince his parents rather than confronting them…

thanks again….

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points

Hey.. I posted a bigggggg reply to your comment.. please don’t tell me blogger ate my comment.. It said you have to approve before posting it..

pls tell you you got my comment..

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Oh yes. I know very well. I have been there.. in those very shoes. I had my heart set on psychology when I finished school (of course my first choice was MBBS, and I missed it by a whisker).. My parents and brother managed to talk me out of it.. I think of it sometimes.. and wonder how my life would have been.

Parents, in my experience, tend to think quite too practically. When we are in that phase, the decide the future phase, we weigh in all our dreams, ideals, hopes, emotions ambitions and soemtimes even peer pressure.. In this phase, not all the decisions we take or believe in are rational. To tell you honestly, there are some things I have done in my youth, defying my parents will,that I really regret now. Although the experience taught me many things, I could have lived my entire life without knowing that.

I believe there should be a compromise between children and parents. I wold have run away from home if I was forced to take engineering 😀 but my folks were dead against a BA. So we settled for my most passionate love – biology. My dad gave me a free rein when it came to MS. That only goes to show that they will give us enough leverage when they feel we have matured enough to decide on our own.

Back to your question of what should he do, I think he should do some research and get armed with facts. If he is passionate about it, then h should strive to convince his parents about the logic behind it. They need facts, they need data.Not only your zeal for it, they also need to know if its a lucrative career. At the end, everything is about earning your livelihood right? Parents are delicate beings you know, confronting them doesnt always work 😉

damn this comment is jus too big.. i hope you dont think I am hogging your comment section..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

sorry I won’t do it again…

but u didn’t answer my question?

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points

Again with the ma’m!!! Does that mean you want me to call you sir? Am i being too thick headed?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I am skeptical observer because I like it when someone calls me skeptical observer….

thank you very much…

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Siddhesh @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

quite thought provocative…now i see y u r a skeptical observer!!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you Aditya if you feel so….

but you are too kind in your words…

I feel you are better than me!!

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Aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I have seen people philosophizing vaguely. I am one of them. But you weave a story-an interesting story around it to bring out your philosophy.. Thats the refreshing part of your writing. Simply thought provoking.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

By the meaning that is prevalent in today’s world, success almost always requires that we shed our happiness for it. Even if they are just parts of life, they are not like eye or tongue.(this is what I think)

and at some point or the other there is a question in front of us which asks us to choose between two..

let’s take a usual example: How many times have you suppressed your urge to enjoy a nice sleep when u know there is an exam the other day? I know it is not very serious but at larger platforms, things get bigger..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

as an afterthought…

so you want to say that in his youth, one should think about doing great things….Right??

but if he does not know which way to go and after some serious thought chooses a path for himself which his parents think does not guarantee security and deter him from choosing it,,,,what should he do?

I know u will understand who is asking this question..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

“God has created a maze to reach d ultimate one”…I don’t agree with it somehow…not everyone gets equal opportunities and equal share of luck…what I mean to say that luck is a tool of God to be partial with some…even if there is a maze…it is not same for all of us..what do u think?

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · +1 points

But, still happYness~~~ it may content d mind but many a times its not ‘jst’ enuf to “Live”(which is again a big concern…rite??!). We need money for livlihood, food to eat, apparel to wear, home fr shelter…..D fisherman had ol dis, he never had faced lyf without ol dis(its difrnt he nevr felt d urge fr bettr or more, according to ur story)….but yet he ‘needed’ d waterbodies for fishing, fishes to catch, and a roof to sleep under… Needs may differ, may b more or less,but it will alwys b dere, N happyness, dt not only depends on d person, it also depends on d circumstances, the environments in which d person grows up, d knowledge he gathers… Its apparent (may be, somehow) and obviously relative….

Its not possible anyways to isolate onething frm another~~ happiness n success , both r just parts of LIFE….

which one r uready to sacrifice~ eye or tongue??!!

aww…i wrote soo much..in 1 post it ws nt accomodated…did i say too much..?!

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · +1 points

hmmmm…..In Pursuit(search) of happYness. All your posts are thoughtful and compels the reader to check their premises once more(even , somtimes by looking back, infront or closing eyes..!!)……

We ,Homo sapiens are d mst strong yet d most helpless creature of nature….We r in more trouble, the more we know. The more we hve d more we want( d fisherman species is rare, atleast I think so)…. We all grow up, study n settle down just in search of happiness…..God has created a maze to reach d ultimate one… most of get lost in the maze, a handful reaches d gold coast.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +2 points

thank you Ramesh sir…

Is it really that simple? if it is so, its great….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 6 replies · 0 points

Thanks Rohini Ma’am…..for such enlightening words…may be you are right…we should try to enjoy each of the three options…

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R. ramesh @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

brilliant post yar..enjoyed reading it..my pursuit of happiness ends with tolsty’s words: If you want to be happy, be.

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 7 replies · +1 points

Rahul.. Good read! A comeprehensive review of man and his quest for happiness.. I liked every sentence that you wrote in bold..

Why should we limit ourselves to only one of the three.. maybe there is a chance we will associate ourselves with each during different times of our life. When we are in school we are like that fisherman – all we want to do is study and study and earn marks. We don’t think of dropping out of school (ok, maybe soemtimes). LAter on, Youth makes us believe we can walk in the steps of the rich guy…. have big dreams.. “anything is possible” is on our lips.. But more often than not, we end up being the middle class guy who wants to live his life happily and keep everyone happy.

This is just a general outlook. If everyone were to only do this, we would never have great entrepreneurs, businessmen.. philosophers.. sceintists.. and what not.. nobody would want to do anything different.

Happiness I feeel, is a relative emotion. Different things make different people happy. Contentment on the other hand, I realise is quite difficult to reach. I agree with Singh on one point. If there were no discontent, life would sure be boring. But if there was never any satisfaction in a person’s life, he is a digruntled soul.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +2 points

Thank you very much IP…

“i am loving ur blog”…that is something that will cheer me up for a long time..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +2 points

thank you Thousif..

I am glad that you u liked it!

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IndianPunditi @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

Hey Rahul

Very thoughtful post .i am loving ur blog.

Cheers

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Thousif Raza @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

another nice attempt and another nice blog post, i loved the line man is clever animal, nice one ya, lets hope all of them get hold of those 3 pleasures, rather than a few some, here’s to hope

take care and keep writing………………….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +2 points

I am doing one thing, if you don’t mind…

I really liked your views!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +2 points

thank you Shruti….

“glued to the monitor”…hey I am happy..

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points

Hey really thought provoking story!

You wrote is really well!!

I was glued to the monitor by reading this story!!

AWESOME!

Keep Smiling!

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – In search of happYness… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Very nice and thought provoking post…

loved the story… 🙂

If someone is not suffering with terrible outward misery or any catastrophe, I feel, he can be happy by changing his attitude towards life. For me, there is nothing like an absolute happiness because whatever happiness we get in our daily life, is some how based on unhappiness. Feeling of Acceptance and gratefulness for what we have got is the best way to derive pleasure from the life, in every condition. And I feel, there should be some discontent in life otherwise life will loose it’s charm. Boredom will prevail. Human being needs interest, excitement, exploration, satisfaction of their subtle ego. And fulfillment of these can give him happiness( I am not talking about spiritual happiness). At a mild level, these things are source of happiness but in excess, they become responsible for terrible and fatal disease.

Cheers!!

Let them enjoy the rain…

Following is my first attempt at 55 fiction. I have tried to relay a very common incident in every day life. Please try to read it with feelings and give me your frank advice on how to improve.

And one more thing. I have blogrolled all of my friends with their unique names. If you happen to have any problem with your name, please let me know. I will correct it asap.

Here it goes….

LET THEM ENJOY THE RAIN…

She looks out the window.

A woman. Nursing her baby. Between four poles covered with polythene….
A boy. Rowing his paper boat. A black river nearby….
A girl. covered in rags.…

She wants to help them. Somehow.Anyhow….

But. It is raining.

So…

She tells her driver….“Drive faster. Let them enjoy it. The rain…”

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Welcome to my blog Paritosh…….
thank you very much..
I must admit that you are perhaps the only person who understood what I wanted to say….

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Paritosh @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Wow!! I can relate to the woman in the car. We too wanna help when we see people living in such poor, deplorable condition. But then maybe we are too happy and satiated in our luxurious cocoons. We too wanna play in the rain, but we are disgusted with the muck. We also let them play in the rain…

Damn good!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you very much for your encouragement….
actually they know only one language and that is the language of money….

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Sooo true.. some people are sooo stone hearted that they dont feel anything.. very nice attempt at fiction 55

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yes Anshul you are spot on right..But I had to….
there were more than 55 words in the previous one.
and yes I also think more content could have done more justice…but word limit was the culprit u know…
btw I will take care that I won’t take such topic in which more ideas are required ….

thank you very much for the ‘thought’ thing…I am happy that u got my basic idea!!

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hey Rahul have you made any changes in this?
The previous one seemed much more emphasizing!
And i think there could have been more content.
The idea was fantastic. Nice thought! Keep it up!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I assure you I will have a proper appellation for you after some more ‘study’ of your blog..
but don’t worry I would ask u first before I change it in my blogroll..

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points
Welcome!!

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
No, you don’t need to change. Am ok with it. I asked coz i was a bit curious as to what made you think like that.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thank you very much for your nice encouragement,….
and yes u raised it right…i wanted to write on a ‘heavy metal social topic’!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
opera 10 mmm….
I will also see it!!

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Lakshmi Rajan @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hmmm … good attempt to start with and on a heavy metal social topic… I don’t have much to say on the critical part as such many have said about that before me. Looking forward to your next 55F … 🙂

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
yup.I got it.. ur comment form is not working with older version of opera… Now it’s fine with opera 10… looks good..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
he he…
its in your “about me”..
My words wait to unfold the mysteries encased in a complex being called Me…

on a serious note, if you want me to change it temme…I will change it now…

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
Hey! Rahul, I kinda liked the bit of a title or the unique name that you have given me. I would love to know what makes you perceive me as a complex being. Waiting for your reply. =)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
mmm…
I think you are right…I am changing it…
thanks….

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Good start.
Am a bit confused. Shouldn’t it be ‘nursing her baby’ instead of ‘milking her baby’. Plz correct me if am wrong.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
aap mano yaa na mano…
main abhi aapke hi blog ko padh raha tha…..
haan thoda busy tha…but I will make it….’
I never leave a good piece mind you!!

and yes that is dark humor..

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Thousif Raza @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Rahul i would say that is a great attempt, with a lil bit or dark humor ummm ummm, its a recipe for perfectness, i liked it a lot, and i dint see you on my last post, kya huwa busy the kya, and congrats on the award yaar, you are the most worthy to earn it, congrats once again

tke care and keep writing…………

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
sure!!

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Thank God that you have not mistaken me!
Btw, check out my new post!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
Are shruti that was the best comment I have ever had…
kya baat karti ho….
i was just writing my newest post…

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
Hey hope you have not mistaken me for my comments!
I tried to be very frank! Sorry!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Welcome to my blog Rakesh….
other way round? I am sorry I couldn’t get what you want to say?

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Rakesh Vanamali @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Striking picture! A sad reflection of urban India! But hey……..whats with the woman milking the baby? I didn’t get it…..isn’t it supposed to be the other way round?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
thank you very much for your honest and kind comment..
I hope ki main aapki aakanshaon pe khara utroon…

and did u finally get it? hehe…….disappearing comment form eh!!
hehe…..

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
your first attempt… i would classify this under not bad category… But once you have attempted..you can always improve.I am sure to see a good one in future…. lucky i got ur comment form today..most of the time its invisible for me…So dont mind If i didnt comment… Whenever I see ur comment form…I will comment…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you boss..I will check it out!!

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Toon India @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
nice attempt dude..and I have replied to your comment

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
and now the explanation part..
‘enjoying the rain’ is an excuse made by the rich lady to suppress the emotional self of hers, a fake self -justification to explain her guilty self that what she is doing is right……because she can’t do anything…
It may appear to some that ‘enjoying the rain’ is bit of an overstatement and is practically seldom or never made….but then it is my imagination..

I feel that even those ‘heartless’ people have hearts but they always let their satanic part to win…

actually I wanted to make it a bit hazy myself… just for the extra pleasure of PUN which was imbibed involuntarily….

I swear that I won’t be that hazy wef my next post..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
Welcome to my blog, Arjun..
I am happy that you find my blog “great and happening”….
don’t worry it has happened to many times…there was particular teacher in my school who always called me Rohit..inspite of my many reminders…

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Arjun @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
Din’t quite get it completely.. I mean, her words to the driver… 🙂

But, ur blog looks gr8 and happening.. 🙂

Hey, and btw.. In my post i had mentioned ur name.. But i mistook u for Rohit… sorry.. Now i know u r Rahul.. hehe

Cheers..!!
Arjun

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you for visiting and appreciating…

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Urmi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Very beautifully written. I liked your post very much as its very interesting with lovely pictures.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I checked it.
Thanks for replying back to my silly emotional outburst.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I am following it publicly now….
I think that means I am now a member. right?

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Now the concept…It can be explained as:
‘enjoying the rain’ is an excuse made by the rich lady to suppress the emotional self of hers, a fake self -justification to explain her guilty self that what she is doing is right……because she can’t do anything…
It may appear to some that ‘enjoying the rain’ is bit of an overstatement and is practically seldom or never made….but then it is my imagination..

I feel that even those ‘heartless’ people have hearts but they always let their satanic part to win…

actually I wanted to make it a bit hazy myself… just for the extra pleasure of PUN which was imbibed involuntarily….
I hope you feel what I want the readers to feel..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
thank you very much Shruti for your kind and constructive suggestions and advice..
I have taken care of all the suggestions and changed the post a little bit…
plz tell me is it fine??

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 2 replies · 0 points
RSV,
Am really happy that you tried this genre! But i don understand the concept exactly 😦
Am sorry!
Again some advice!
**55Fiction should contain only 55words or less! But yours have 57 words! Try using word counter!
**Avoid dots between lines that will help the readers to continue interestingly!
**Don’t insert pics in between your 55fiction! Attach at the top or bottom or sides of the fiction!

Don’t think am advising you! I learnt all these while writing mine! Sorry if i had told anything wrong!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Murali…for you understood what I wanted to say..
cheers!!

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Murali @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Supressing one’s own guilt by wilfully trying to fool ourselves…..nice ! 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you very much.,ma’am(main baaz nahi aaunga!!)
its all your best wishes and blessings…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
coming to the point of dots…
yes I like putting the dots too much but I am learning!!
and definitely such sentimental articles won’t be asked in formal GRE and Toefl..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
actually I wanted to make it a bit hazy myself… just for the extra pleasure of PUN which was imbibed involuntarily….

now the point of Intellectual….first of all there is no one here with superior intellect….but you are definitely the who has more experience and exposure…ye to aapki aur meri baat….
in general when I read your posts I always get something important to learn and something which challenges my mind..
hence the name..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
lets get point by point..
1. I will simply quote what I said to AD
‘enjoying the rain’ is an excuse made by the rich lady to suppress the emotional self of hers, a fake self -justification to explain her guilty self that what she is doing is right……because she can’t do anything…
It may appear to some that ‘enjoying the rain’ is bit of an overstatement and is practically seldom or never made….but then it is my imagination..

I feel that even those ‘heartless’ people have hearts but they always let their satanic part to win…

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Congrats on your other two awards. 🙂 I feel good that you got them.. i am sure there are more that wil find their way to you and your blog.

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
nicely written. Although I am a bit confused.. Does she want to drench them in more rain and thus help? Or maybe she doesnt want to disturb them right now ‘cos they are enjoying the rain.. ha.. I am in knots.. LOL.

“the intellectual” I am honored flattered and again confused. I am so scatter brained.. I can’t imagine being called an intellectual by someone with superior intellect like you 😀 surely you are not mocking me right.. 😉 haha.. feels good though 😀

And.. hmm.. I know this may sound crazy.. but I hope you don’t reduce the dots too many (@Aditya, who wants you to 😀 ) .. Sometimes, they serve a better purpose than commas.. but then that is what I feel. Thought you should know the other opinion too.

Hey you know, I am so addicted to these dots, I had a tough time not putting them in in my GRE essays and TOEFL essays. heehee.. you might want to practice without them for formal writing.. just a thought.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
“she doesn’t want to get sad” that is just an excuse…she won’t have come out and helped them even if it would have been a sunny day…
and your advice duly noted sir..I will take care
its so nice of you..really..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thank you Pramoda….
the pics reflect my mind…

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Aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Interesting post. I liked it. The lady didnt help them because she doesn’t want to get wet in the rain? Sad she didnt have a spare umbrella 😛

Advice: try reducing the ‘dots’ between your lines when you write next time. They spoil the flow in my opinion.

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Interesting!!!

The pics are looking soo genuine..:)

Keep expressing 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Welcome to my blog smm….
thank you very much….

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smm @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
interesting
like the pics also

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you…. I am happy….

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adesi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · +1 points
now when you explain it, it becomes clearer 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
the lady is unable to think actually…I never wanted her make a villain…. we are all like her…
‘enjoying the rain’ is an excuse made by the rich lady to suppress the emotional self of hers, a fake self -justification to explain her guilty self that what she is doing is right……because she can’t do anything…
It may appear to some that ‘enjoying the rain’ is bit of an overstatement is practical seldom or never made….but then it is my imagination..

I feel that even those ‘heartless’ people have hearts but they always let their satanic part to win…

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adesi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 3 replies · +1 points
wow!!! but i m still curious wht the lady was thinkin

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IndianPunditi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
i replied.

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IndianPunditi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points
Check your email.

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IndianPunditi @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
i think u are following blogs privately……….FOLLOW PUBLICLY!!!!

Your icon is NOT SHOWING in the followers widget in blog-a-ton blog

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you….I am following it….so now I can participate in blog-a-ton 3…

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Start following the Blog-a-ton blog.

Simple.

Then u can participate in Blog-a-ton3.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Benny for such encouraging words….
I will try…surely…to do more justice to it in future…

cheers:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Sure IP….
just checking it!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you rimz…I always look for the answer people leave for my comment in their blog..I saw it in your blog…

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
arrey campussing means placement interviews n d following and preceding procedure…:)

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Visit my blog.

i have something for you

Cheers

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
and now I realize that I have failed terribly to relay what I really meant to……

actually I am using this sentence as a PUN, ‘enjoying the rain’ is an excuse made by the rich lady to suppress the emotional self of hers, a fake self justification to explain her guilty self that what she is doing is right……

I feel that even those ‘heartless’ people have hearts but they always let their satanic part to win…

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
how do they enjoy the rain

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
well You are correct in many respects….
its like 20-20 in front of better one- ODI’s..

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
haha… nothing abt encouraging or not encouraging, actually it may b seeming to u coz, i love long ones, dan dese short ones, as i feel so many things remain unsaid n left for the reader to make n feel… well dat may be good sometimes, but its tooo short……:)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thanx and congrats…
but your words don’t sound too encouraging.!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I am finding it quite interesting…
you must try it rimz….I think u can write really beautiful 55-stories..
just try once..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
he he….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thanks IP for ur encouraging words….
yes some “educated” people are actually so much depraved that they don’t remain educated…..

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
ooo ya thnx n congrats for the award… m honored.

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
well i hve quiet less knowledge abt dis 55-thing…so i liked it…..:)

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Sorry its “big time”………not “nig time”……

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Great first attempt.

Hypocrisy and utter stupidity of the so called “educated” classes sucks nig time.

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Benny @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hey Rahul,gud attempt.. I liked it.. 🙂 hoping to see more of u r writings in this genre..CHEERS 😉 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
sure I will check it out…thanks….
an afterthought….(in a childish tone, with lower lips curled outside)
whaat aboout my 55 fiction??

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kasabiangirl @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi Rahul…you have an award waiting for you on my blog 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
welcome to my blog Harish,,,,
I am happy that u liked the post….
and yes you are absolutely right the people are hypocritical!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points
driving fast will help the ‘rich lady’ to escape the scene earlier…
and the profile pic is indeed slimmer as it was taken an year back…i hope to get the figure soon..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
i was sure you would understand it and I am happy that you liked it….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
the car lady does sympathise(momentarily) with the poor but does not help them……she is more concerned about her being not drenched in the rain…
regarding suggestions….gimme some time!!

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Harish Thangaraj @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hey nice attempt…! Unfortunately ours is a highly hypocritical world..

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
I loved it… 🙂
An apt attempt to reveal the blindness and insensitivity of rich people towards the poor people….

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Musings @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi! the fiction is quite contrived. What’s on the mind of car lady?
Hei do you have any suggestions to bring my blog appear on the recent updates??? I tried all magic (changed all modes in Site feed to Yes; still not successful). Gimme any suggestions you have 🙂

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – My first 55 attempt… 4 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points
I didnt get it buddy how does driving fast help. Hey was that profile pic taken you look a lot slimmer in that

Life…

I don’t know what made me write this but when I read it back I realized that it somehow reflects our life. So when you read the following lines try to find yourself in them. If you are able to, I will consider myself successful.

As soon as a man leaves the womb of his mother, he commences his study of the world, or rather the study of his world. At this time his world is very simple. It comprises his mother, his father, his sibling(s) and some other smiling faces which float in front of him whenever they think he is not sleeping. They fondle him; make peculiar shapes with their fingers, their noses and with their eyes. They try to make him laugh. He is confused. He doesn’t know how to react in such situations. And so he experiments. Initially he giggles. He thinks that this would satiate the face in front of him. But the face gets excited. It is overjoyed and does the coo chi-cooing even more fervently. Then the real drama starts. The baby starts crying. He thinks this would ward the face off. But he is once again unsuccessful. To his dismay some more faces join the party and try to do various other things that the baby completely fails to understand.

As the time passes by, the baby gets accustomed to such exotic behavior and sieves off the faces he want to ward off by his usual wailings. By that time he also gets to learn one more, more effective strategy to shoo away the previously mentioned undesirable faces. What he does is very simple: he simply lets the smelly wee-wee out of his bladders. Sometimes, this feels to be a little bit painful because he has to hold himself from hosing out the thing within till the time the face decides to hold him in its hands. But the pain nearly always results in a clandestine mirth and a feeling of supreme satisfaction. The face contorts in a familiar fashion, looks into the face of the baby in yet another familiar fashion and then rushes off to the familiar place where mum usually makes him do the real wee-wee. Sometimes the baby ends up loathing the face so fiercely that he decides to poop some yellow ethereal paste on its body. If his luck angels are around him the face then never ever shows itself again.

After a certain period of time he gets bored of wasting his wee-wee and doo-doo on so unworthy things as smiling faces and starts concentrating more on himself. Even then, they fail to stop themselves and try to teach the baby-boy pronounce weird words and manifest unusual shapes and sizes of his fragile face. He nevertheless gets on with it and tries to behave normally. But water level gets too much high and he fails to hold his composure when they call him chhotu, motu, munna, shona, chickoo, tiku, miku, tolu, molu and with many others out of the world appellations. He initially behaves that he is not listening to them but finally decides to compromise because he cannot afford to lose so huge a lump of chocolate. Surely he doesn’t know the famous saying about donkeys and fathers, though.

Time runs fast and the baby turns into a boy and soon comes the day when he is donned with a bag at the back and a bottle in the front. He is also given a nice rectangular Tiffin box and instructed to eat the stuff inside when the bell rings and other children eat theirs. He starts going to school. But he does not get surprised when his teachers force him to mug up strange alphabets and stranger words. He likes the school very much as there are people who understand him. He plays with them and enjoys laughing and sharing and bartering pokemon cards, chocolate frog cards and other stickers and labels that are contemporarily popular. He also likes to sit near the driver in his bus and chat with the driver about the latest adventure of Winnie the Pooh and the bat which his uncle brought for him a few days back. This is the time he gets his first cycle; with a small tire attached sideways. He zooms past his mummy and daddy in the garden, flaunting his new means of transport to his jealous friends.

The clocks around him while away their time while he shoots up like an overfed bamboo tree. Slowly but surely, the responsibilities multiply and so do the tensions. He gets to know the famous Darwinian law of the survival of the fittest and embroils himself into this competition. He is ferociously trained for what they call life. Sometimes he loses his heart because he has to compete with others while training with them and competition means sporadic failures. But he stands up again, like, they say, a tiger, and continues with what, they say, is training for life.

Soon the boy leaves his boyhood and enters teenage. He feels bored at home and feels an urge to explore the world around him. But his mummy and daddy which by now have converted to Mom and Dad kindly explains to him that he still has a lot to learn before going out into the world. He wants to retaliate with an argument that that is exactly what he wants to do by going outside, but hastily composes himself and stays quiet. Then he shuts himself inside his room and tries to learn about the world and life through television, computers, music, magazines and porn. The distance between him and his parents decreases and he finds more satisfaction amongst his friends.

This is also the time when his body undergoes some hormonal changes and he feels hair grow all over his body. His mindset also changes. He becomes more confused. There are many decisions to take and yet he is not allowed to take them independently. He feels dejected. There is a career to make. There are parents to follow. There is a girl to appease. There are professors to amuse. There is his body to shape and build. Then there is a bike to maintain. There are his friends to heed to. He feels that life is complex and yearns for more control over it.

But then there are many moments when he feels ecstatic. Like the time when he gets his first multi-functional digital watch from his Dad. Like the time when his friends throw a surprise birthday party for him and forget to invite him to it. Like the time when he spends his first lonely moments with the girl he loves. Like the time when his team wins a crucial match because he fell down on the best striker of the opposite team and injured him from playing further. Like the nights he spends in canteens arguing with his friends over something he feels strongly about. Like the time when his favorite professor announces that he is the best student in the class and the very next day throws him out of it when he finds him sleeping on the first bench right under his nose.

Life is definitely worth a try.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I don’t know I am unable to think out actually….may be you should suggest something..
I will change it..definitely..

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
ya i thought of it but then title could have been differnt.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
may be u r right…..but could have I done enough justice to it by blabbering out the stuff of adulthood and old age…..even I have not experienced it yet??
tell me…

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Nice one-‘again’. Life from the eyes of the infant was fantabulous. Going by the title,though, expected a whole life experience.I thought it was an injustice to the title.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yes, you are right life needs to be enjoyed in parts…
thank you for visiting my blog..’I hope u find it worth a visit…

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divsi @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
life is definitely a try…its a gift meant to be preserved…opened slowly layer by layer carefully n admired as each portion becums visible to our eyes:) nice post!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Welcome to my blog..AK…
thank you very much……….
do visit again.. sure!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Welcome to my blog..Musings..(again??)
thank you very much for your appreciation…
and yes the infant part of our lives is really interesting!!

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Avada Kedavra @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hey Rahul.. thanks for dropping by,.. you have a very nice blog.. Really liked this post!!! will visit again 🙂

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Musings @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points
Hi Rahul!
That a brilliant one which I enjoyed much; especially the infant part.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you for the Award Amit….
honestly speaking it came as a surprise!!

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hi Rahul..
I have an award for u..
do visit my blog…
Cheers!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

oh..Thank you rahul…
I thought I had commented on my own post!!(a nice PJ?, eh!)

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yep…..
a journey unto itself…
too true…
welcome to my blog Harish…….

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Harish @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
a journey unto itself 🙂

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rahul @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
nice post dude..the journey of a baby to a boy!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Rashmi…
babies are wonderful…I want to once again experience that phase…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
written more….??
well I think we can read 50 pages on life and yet not get satisfied…it is so amusing….
“soul searching”? do u see me flying…..thank you buddy…but that’s too much of praise..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you venky…
I am happy that you liked the childhood part…..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Pramoda…

and yes, I am an anomaly you can say….I sit on the first bench in the hope of listening something useful.. but end up snoring in front my profs…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you very much ma’am….
the different stages of life are indeed beautiful…….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
yes, you are right, I cut short on teenage and college….because at that time I thought this could bore the readers….
and wee-wee and doo-doo…they are funny words…
no it never happened with me….just an imagination….

thank you very much…..

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rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hey, wonderful post…
very nicely described the mindset of a baby… 🙂

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Karthik @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Got a bit nostalgic.
You are absolutely right. It is complex, yet amusing. After reading i only wished you had written more, maybe another one or two paragraphs. It was definitely worth a read. And yes life is definitely worth a try.
It’s a wonderful post, dude.
No matter how difficult it is, no matter how much failures we face, as Robert Frost once said, “I can sum up life in just three words. IT GOES ON.”
Thanks for such a soul searching post.

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VeNkY @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Well nice write i can see why it is a life time research. I always wonder how a girl undergoes changes, i mean mentally. I can say you were successful i could connect to it especially the childhood part.

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi RSV,

u have explored it very nicely…liked it.
And life is more than a try..:)

sleeping in first bench….?? i used to see back bencher boys doing it!!!

Pramoda

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Urmi @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
You have written very beautifully the different stages of life that each and everyone goes through. I liked it very much.

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Rohini @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hey why did you cut short at teenage and college.. I thought there was more.. actually looked for a read more button 😐 .. My bad.

I like your analysis of the wee-wee doo-doo the best.

And cant get over “not being invited to your own surprise party”.. haha.. hilarious! Has it happened to you or anybody you know? But it is quite whacky to think about.. haha.. I just cant get over it. I keep thinking how funny it would be..

Nice post Rahul. 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Aditya…
and now I understand why I like your posts so much….I think I am also what you say… phil-enthusiast..
you are a natural philosopher….

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aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Thats one hell of a philosophy. I am a phil-enthusiast. Goes without saying how i liked your post.

Liked the last line-life is defintely worth a try.

its actually worth more than a try 😉
Keep writing 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you for visiting Ramesh Sir….

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Thank you Sugar Cube…..
isn’t it amazing…most of us fail to realize that..including me….
rest of my message has been sent to you mail..check it out…

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R. Ramesh @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
ya life is definitely worth a try..cheers buddy..and thanks

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sugar cube @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Nice read.

“Life is definitely worth a try.”

I like that line 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
Well hindu mythology thinks that life is worth living seven times….and I have no comments on that…
and thank you for calling it ‘great’…
it feels good when people of your repute say that I am good….

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indianpundit @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
“Life is definitely worth a try.”

Definitely.

Life is worth more than one try…..if that is possible.

Great post..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
and don’t you sometimes feel that this training costs a huge part of our lives….
as and afterthought though it is very necessary and part of our life…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Sis….
research……mm…well u can call it lifetime’s research…yes..

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
awesome…..liked the whole thing.. I liked “He is ferociously trained for what they call life” line most….:)
According to me, all of us irrespective of age, gender or place are training ouselves every moment to live the life, to face the Life n trying to ensconce ourselves….

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi RSV
Seems you have did quite an research on this!
Well done..
Neatly described yaar!
“”Life is definitely worth a try””
and we are here trying the life!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you…..
never did I think….but some time it make u feel so….

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karishma @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
hey that was hilarious…
never thot i have gone thru so much while growing..
great work!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you sir..
I feel honored that you considered my blog to be worth a visit…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Amit……
NIghts….canteens…..nostalgic….I can very well understand….

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Ravi @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
a real touching one !

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
An apt generalization of life. I really loved this post… 🙂

“Like the nights he spends in canteens arguing with his friends over something he feels strongly about.” Nostalgic feeling…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
thank you Ekam…..yes this is life….indeed..

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
THIS is called life 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
surely it is from a guys perspective…. but I tried to make it more universal….but as it seems I failed… but I could never do justice to a girl that way…. if I had tried so hard….
I hope you understand…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points
I don’t mean to change your tastes.. but try firefox….. the thing is doing fine….
Oh yes….. it is privilege for me, actually, their attempts should be rewarded….

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kasabiangirl @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Nice read…liked reading about the different stages of life. Now I have an idea about what guys go through while growing up 🙂

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – Life… 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points
Hi rsv…

I think its ok now..I tried in opera first..It didnt work.. But its perfect in chrome… sry for troubling you…..

And really a nice post..I really liked the last paragraph…sleeping on the first..bench..thats what I do…..

A Love Letter..

I am in love…. Finally….. But I never thought I would be. I confess… But I know: I won’t be able to disclose it: Too well. So I write it…. A love letter….

And I ask you: Would I be successful? Would it relay what is in my heart? Tell me honestly. Will I get back the love I deserve?

But a warning: Don’t break my heart by saying that I won’t. Because I already know it….. And don’t cry after reading it. Because this would make me weaker.

Following is…. The letter I thought I would mail to…. My Love….

Disclaimer(s)

1. The following is one long suppressed whine. So read it.
2. I am out of my mind when I write this.
3. All those girls who read ‘this’ and hope that they are ‘the one’; please don’t think that ‘this’ is the actual one. Ping me and I will send you the actual one.
4. All those boys who think I am gay and would rush to open up their mailboxes please don’t stop. You may be the lucky one.
5. Despite all this I am still single and any girl or boy who thinks they can help me forget my love should stop doing it, because I am in deep love and would kill you rather than kill myself and die as single.
6. Please read it slowly. This is not my advice because I already know you would.
7. But for all this nonsense, I am serious and should not be taken lightly. Because it is the matter of someone’s life and death…..

Hey ……

Hope you are doing fine.

I know you are. I talk to you regularly. In fact, I talk to you every day. We are free to each other. We tell each other our deepest secrets. I know you for a long time. From the time I was a boy. You were with me even through my teenage.

But never did I feel so strange interacting with you. I always knew you were beautiful. But never did I observe this before. We used to play together. In fact you were the one who taught me how to type. Remember? The typing tutor. I would sit with you and practice many other things too.

I know you like me. I know we have spent a lot of time together. You are the one who taught me how to keep calm in times of distress. You are the one who introduced me to the sweet products of nature. You are the one who introduced me to the bitter secrets of world. In fact I won’t exaggerate when I confess that you are the one who taught me how to live.

But I also confess that you forgot one important thing. A very important thing. You forgot to teach me how to live without you.

I used to be a simple boy. Once upon a time. But you showed me things that completely transformed me. Now I am a man. A fully grown adult with a continuously beating heart. I want to confess a thing that I never told you during hundreds of our chats. I want to confess a thing that I have confessed hundreds of times in this letter before.

I love you.

I can’t live without you. You complete me.

I don’t sleep during night because you come in my dreams. I don’t sleep during day because you have completely overtaken my mind. I don’t like this at all. I think this was the only solution to my problem. To confess that I can’t live without you.

I don’t know what you will do after reading this. I don’t know if what I am doing is right or wrong. How could I? You are the one who always helped me to distinguish the two.

But please don’t break our friendship. I won’t be able to live. I won’t be able to die. Either. I am too weak without you.

It is four O’ clock in the morning and I am here again…in front of you….typing you my deepest secrets…caressing your keys with my tired fingers….enchanted…under the spell of your omniscient screen…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 17 seconds ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I saw ur comment today…

DANKE…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 1 week ago · 0 replies · +1 points

My best wishes with you…

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Rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 1 week ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I cant tell you how deeply moved i am right now after reading this….may be coz somewhere i can relate with this as even i am more or less in the same situation.

You spoke what i couldn’t comprehend for myself….

Thanks buddy 🙂

Hope you get your love and may god shower its(his/her) blessings on you and your love.

Cheers!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 3 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

hehe……

thank you Anshul..

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Anshul @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 3 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

You almost gave cardiovascular blockage to all the eves out there.

Brilliant imagination!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog Priyanka..

I am also happy that it was not a toad!!

and thanks that u enjoyed it..

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Priyanka Agrawalla @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

ho ho!!! I never expected this one!!! First I thought it was to a lover, then thought tht it was to a mom and lo! it was a computer.. he he… nice post 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog DN….

yes the comp part was a blow….true…..

cheers!!

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Durga Nandan @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

“A very important thing. You forgot to teach me how to live without you. ”

Beautiful line..

But the comp thing was a blow.. 🙂 Thought the letter was for a human.. 😀

Anyways,

Cheerz!

DN

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

honestly speaking I was really looking for someone to spot on this particular line…..

“You forgot to teach me how to live without you.” …

you saw the comments….that’s sad…

and thank you very much….for calling it captivating..

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sugar cube @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points

Oh btw..I LOVE this template! Its so NEAT!

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sugar cube @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

“You forgot to teach me how to live without you.”

And when I came to know what you were referring to..I was loling 😀

Although its so true for most of us!

Captivating post 🙂 Good one.

[ but you know I killed my suspense by giving a quick glace at the comments 😦 ]

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you for your valuable comment Shanker….

It is template embedded but a foreign system sure….

and I particularly like when somebody gives his/her honest opinions and try to correct me….

regarding ‘I can’t live without you’ … i think I wrote it as a matter of fact……..I really can’t live without my compu…

till now intense database system is working fine but lets see…how far it goes..

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shankar @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 4 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points

Oh..Hi rsv…. Now I am able to comment…. I think there is a problem with this comment form..I can post comments only if others have posted comments..Is it the template embedded comment form?? or you added this comment form??

coming to the post…Its little bit funny at some parts…and very nice at some other parts….

“I can’t live without you.” I particualry didnt like this phrase… ANd I cannot acccept any lover saying this phrase.. So..I am not here to offend your feelings here… SO go..on..all the best… A very nice post I have to say…

I had this intense comments database..previously.But It gave me lot of problems… So if any other bloger complain about the issue??? or is it only me???

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thanks God..

now, I have to confess here Sourav…..

I have my next post all ready to be put up…but I wanted to make up for my mistake…I was bent upon getting your comment….. I feel honored…truly!

I would be more regular definitely…and its not due to the barter system….I like the quality of your writing and your posts…..

and as for the reaction Sourav, with deep regret I would like to inform the blogosphere that that I have not yet gathered enough courage to mail her the letter….and she doesn’t read my blog!!

i am just waiting for my mind to click.. you know..

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Sourav @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Dude, Rahul I’d be very honest I liked your disclaimers more thn your letter, which was all fine but nothing like your disclaimers ! Hope she reads the disclaimer too .. !

No comments for the letter, as it was for ‘your truly yours’ … she must be a real lucky (read:unlucky :P) to have you ! 🙂

All the best dude, I didn’t have to work so hard though 😀

Blog her reaction, if it’s not too personal and there is no oozing steaming romance there !

Like your posts and better be regular to my blog, I still like the barter system more thn the credit card system, being an intelligent person (joke, dn take it seriously) .. you’d understand !

Keep posting 🙂

Sourav…in love with me and life

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you:)

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R. Ramesh @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · 0 points

lol..interesting post indeed..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you Karthik…..last one was a bit narrow I thought…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

mmm.. so u thought I cannot be romantic…

even then u were proved right in the end I think….

I will see to it..

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Karthik @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

And also your blog looks splendid and fresh… very innovative indeed…

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Karthik @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

ha ha ha…. lol… this was funny… i was a bit surprised in the beginning, for you’ve never written about your love and your girl… was a punch in the face in the end….. nice one man.. 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

surely thousif…my best wishes with u…and yes I will visit u…….you r in my blogroll!!

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Thousifraza @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

thank you, hope it happens that way, and i updated again ;), take care c ya

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 2 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my Blog Thousif..

u going through a similar situation? Don’t worry man….everyone believes in love…she is just faking herself…give her some time…this is my advice and I am as crazy as a frog(?)….

and thank you for your best wishes…

and again thank you for the last line..

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Thousif Raza @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 3 replies · 0 points

i loved it, you wont believe i am going through the same situation, but its more complicated cause the girl i love doesnt belive in love itself, so its tough you see

but anyways good luck to you bro, i just hope she accepts you, i would be very happy then , cause i will fel happy a friend of mine found his love good luck man, with all my heart best of luck,

and i read your earlier pots, very informative and i liked them too

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

what?? I am confused….

Sugandha??Suga??Sugar cube..

where am I wrong??

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Sugandha @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

@ RSV : ahaha … u r mistaken here

haha

m not sugar cube 😛

n u didnt teme to visit ur blog or smthn 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Oh yes, I am relieved, atleast I could manage one boy….

hehe..

thanks for visiting..

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Murali @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

nice one! got me thr for a moment! with the disclaimer n all that stuff 😀

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank you very much…

I also hope computer ‘longs’ for my touch..

and thanks again for the template thingy…

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Shas @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

It was fun reading your letter. Am sure your computer also longs for your touch.

Liked your template, it looks fresh and inviting.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you Rashmi…

I also hope that my computer agrees to a nice outing with me sometimes…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much…

Yes I will be looking out for your future posts as well…have blogrolled u

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank You very much…

But may I know the url of ur website plz so that I can know u more?

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rashmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

hey, nice letter ..

your computer will surely like it.. 🙂

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pramoda @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hey..Nice one..Hope u and ur PC stay together forever..:)

I wil be here for more posts..:)

Thanks for ur visit and comment at my blog..Plz keep visiting..:)

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Urmi @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I appreciate for your wonderful post. You have expressed your feelings very beautifully. I liked your post very much.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog!!, Shilpa Ma’am

thank you for your best wishes….

and yes disclaimer, and I thought nobody liked it>>>

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Shilpa Garg @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Interesting disclaimer!!

And may you find your true love soon! 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

(am I flattered?)

thank you ma’am.. for your encouragement….

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Dishilicious @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

ha ha ha.. super! wudn’t have guessed! 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Welcome to my blog!!

you may not believe But i was just perusing your blog……

good points….mmm….that is a sublte statement…thank you very much

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you for the template thing..

and yes “she can be easily turned on” is naughty indeed…..

btw could you just provide your link please I think that would help me know you more….

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vyshu @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Nice template and very well written Love letter..:)

Will be on pilgrimage on your old posts soon..i like the way you write with good points.!

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Mohammed @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hei! firstly I congratulate you on your excellent template. I did not predict till the end with your tech-romance (BTW, she can be easily turned on ;p) Good read

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

You are right Venky but even than you are wrong…

thank you for your best wishes man

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I should admit now… I was really planning to end it the ‘romantic’ way……and I would have described the feelings more sentimentally then but I still crave for some one like … you know… I didn’t want to misguide others or for that matter myself..

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Venky @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

I have an inner you are bluffing man, i think your love is computer, you are trying to play a prank on us 🙂

if i am wrong, all the best for your love

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

I should admit now… I was really planning to end it the ‘romantic’ way……and I would have described the feelings more sentimentally then but I still crave for some one like … you know… I didn’t want to misguide others or for that matter myself..

I REALLY LIKE IT WHEN SOMEONE TELLS ME my LOOPHOLES…….IT HELPS ME GIVE BETTER NEXT TIME AND HENCE DEVELOP….

IT ALSO SIGNIFIES THAT THE PERSON HAS REALLY READ IT..

cheers ma’am and thanks…

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Shimmer @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

It was because i was expecting something really sweet :D, and i end up reading how ones love of life is nonhuman :O

😛

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

So what.. you are one witty lily…it doesn’t prevent me from congratulating you for your sheer power of picking up things from the beginning itself…

welcome to my blog lady…

God is on the move ladies and gentlemen…..

cheers!!

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Shimmer @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

i dont know, i predicted that your sweetheart was ur computer from the ‘typing tutor’ itself 😛

even for a pc it needs to be more sentimental 😀 😛

u can do better 😛 , i guess

maybe its just my mood, or i dont know, didnt find it quite lovey dovey 😛 hehehehe

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

Thank you Sid….

btw how was your brain transplant…. did they find something interesting…

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Ravan @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

oh my….quite some letter…all d best for the love…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

tech-soul mate?…nice term…..

and yes time changes my bro…u go through many unimaginable phases of life…

cheers!!

and thanks

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IndianPundit @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Great work brother…….haha…..ur tech soul mate…….hahahaha

Funniest line of the post:-

“”From the time I was a boy.”””

Hahahahahaha………was there a time when u were a girl??……lol………haha

Great post anyway.

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you very much for your ‘love for the letter’….

btw did u notice the new comment thingy..I think its great…

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you sir..that you considered my blog to be worth a comment….

and yes I will definitely share all those things when we talk next time..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

we don’t need to aditya..

this world is full of such people…only we are the one who accept we are….

thank you..

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you William…

‘a twist in the tail’ is what makes our lives truly enjoyable..

am I right?

and yes..i am going to read all of your twisty stuff..

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kasabiangirl @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

The post was really well written and I loved the letter 🙂

The new template is perfect for your posts and the white background looks really good

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kaustuv @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

well written Rahul… i would like to know whats exactly happening nowadays… it seems life is going too fast for you… Many facets of life has progressed after we talked last time i suppose…

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aditya @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

hehehe may be we should start a new community for people like us who are addicted to this system so much that we een dream of chatting in our sleeps.

Nicely written 😀 Funny post 🙂

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W!((!@M @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

🙂 … let me start by saying .. this new template is cool! .. that coffee mug is soo inviting!..

oh i loved this post completely … i normally enjoy these type of write up’s… which have a twist in the tail … may be that’s bcz i am into writing more of such stuff lately, but then at the same time i must say … this is truly awesome .. very well written 🙂

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

this is actually not the first one dude…check out the Love.. post….

and thank you for your wishes……

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you Amit…

love brings fun and fun develops into mirth…

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Benny @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Dude,first time seeing a romantic post fm u:) too good… Wish u get u r real love soon…cheers dude!!

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Singh Amit @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

that’s a gr8 one…. 🙂

with a hillarious twist.. 🙂

i enjoyed every line of ur post…:)

cheers!!

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you for your best wishes EKAM

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Ekam @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

Hope you n your computer live together forever 😀

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

thank you shruti…

I will check out..definitely

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RSV @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 0 replies · +1 points

“in love with her”…?? what do you mean? I am still (un)lucky to be single…waiting….

thanku for understanding my love though…

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Shruti @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

hey you portrayed your feelings very well!

Well written!

keep writing,

btw,Check out my 55Fiction!

Keep smiling!

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Rimz @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

hmmmm…dts a nice one… hope ur lover really understands how truly deeply madly u r in love with her..

best o luckk…:)

ya Compu darling is also a swtheart of mine, n when its ill i m really sad n hardly find anything to do properly with proper concentration. Long live our loves..:)

rimz…

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ashez @ The Skeptical Observer – A love letter 5 weeks ago · 1 reply · 0 points

interesting post. 🙂

Innovation or Creativity?

I enter the room. The room is filled with several people. There is ‘the boss’. There is ‘the dad’. There are seven more persons in the room.

‘The boss’ explains the rules. “Just observe and repeat.” He says. ‘The dad’ does. I observe…..

He bends down. Yanks out something invisible from something invisible. The second something must be some container. He moves the first something in the air. The first something must be some cloth!! Yes! He is hanging freshly washed clothes on an invisible clothesline. He moves it sideways, from left to right. From right to left. It can be a duster. But No. He is using both of his hands. It’s funny to use both hands while dusting the board. He turns right. Repeats. It annoys me. He is cleaning walls. Yes! That makes sense. Perfect. The dad once again turns right and repeats. It once again annoys me. Yes! He is cleaning a room with four walls. That’s it. Well done, mate.

And now it is my turn. ‘The Daddu’ enters the room. Same series of events occur. I start and do what I think is perfect imitation of ‘the Dad’. But I am not surprised when I notice that everyone is laughing. ‘The chaachu’ laughs. ‘The Maamu’ laughs. ‘The boss’ laughs. Even myself. I realize I can’t control it and so let it happen. ‘The daddu’ is confused. Should he laugh or what should he do? ‘The dad’ laughs most heartily. As I wash an invisible room with four invisible walls….

It feels stupid. But it has to be done. Anyhow. It is not a party. It is not that funny game where you have to guess the name of a movie from the hand movements of your partner. But it is a game nevertheless. Or as has been told to us…

‘The bhaiya’ enters the room. ‘The daddu’ takes my place. I go back to the chair near ‘the chaachu’. It somehow calms me down. ‘The dad’ had ordered me to sit there, beside ‘the chaachu’.

And now, ‘the Daddu’ starts doing it. But no. He is using only one hand. I am sure he thinks he is sure that I was surely dusting the board and that too wrongly. ‘The chaachu’ is howling. ‘The Maamu’ too is howling. With laughter of course. Grasping a huge portion of his belly. I am on my toes. Someone may fall. ‘The Daddu’ rotates himself to the right and resumes his clever manifestation of dusting the board. A four-sided board? The bhaiya looks around sheepishly. First at ‘the daddu’ and then at nowhere particular.

The room is air-conditioned. There is a projector. There is also a white-board. There are a dozen chairs around a round table. The atmosphere is perfect for a workshop. The boss is our instructor and we are a bunch of morons who want to know about lean management. I use the nomenclature popularly used in the R land to identify local role models. I won’t disclose their scientific names because there is no concrete reason to do so. We were fed up with Muda, Mura and Muri and so the instructor turned on to a game. The game as can be seen is clearly one of the most interesting of games. We are learning to wash walls and dust boards and of course laugh out aloud. But there is a concept involved. The boss remarks.

Actually, there are various concepts which were taught to us in that two day workshop. The three M’s that I have mentioned before. Taiichi Ohno and Toyota and Americans and Japan. The assembly line and the value stream. The concept of VSM and Kanban and Kaizen. Five components of lean thinking. Value, Value stream, Flow, Pull and Perfection. If you are interested. Various types of times like TAKT-time. This was the first ever and only workshop I have attended till date. I gained a lot from it. It was a nice experience experiencing the applications of not so interesting theory that we mug-in in the college.

There were some very boring questions asked by the instructor during the workshop. Like who is the father of lean management? Like what are the five components of lean thinking? But there were some good one too. And some were very good. Now it happens that it is one of those very good questions and its equally good answer that made me write this particular post. And that is what I ask you…

What, is exactly the difference between INNOVATION and CREATIVITY?

Now, as it occurs, IITians are (considered as) (??) very innovative as well as creative people. So they gave very ingenuous answers to the question. Like….

“Innovation is related to an idea, where as creativity is related to some tangible object.”

“Creativity is making things from natural objects like wood, where as innovation is creating objects from man made things.”

“Innovation is something when we innovate and creativity is related to something that we create.”

“Innovation is related to scientists and creativity to engineers…..or the vice versa??”

“Innovation starts with I and Creativity starts with C.”

And blah..blah..blah..

By the way, what do you think? Think think. Tell tell…..

After all the relatives were done with all that mimicking and laughing and falling, the boss told us the concept he wanted to relate through that interesting game. The chaachu knew what the actions were meant to be. So he stood up. And told the other people what the actions were meant to be. My mouth twisted in arrogance as he started telling that it was related to some cleaning. But it dropped down when I heard that it was actually the process of washing an elephant!! Then it took an unfamiliar shape and… and what? It just took an unfamiliar shape….

The chaachu acted and showed how to wash an elephant. How to clean its trunk and how to clean its tail. The instructor told us that that is how a thing gets distorted when it passes through a couple of hands or mouths for that matter, successively. Distorted?? Dude, the message got completely transformed from washing an elephant to dusting of a board!!

And there was a game in which we made the employees of a card-making company. I was given the task of applying a bindi in the middle of the card. We enjoyed it. The session. We discussed various ways of improving the productivity of the company. One of them included the replacement of our peon. The peon emphasized on the application of “pull system” to increase the effectiveness of value stream. It was fun. Actually too much of it…..

And now I go back to the question I raised before.

What, exactly is the difference between INNOVATION and CREATIVITY?

Now there can be many ways of explaining it. Like I read a few articles in which the same question was raised. You can have a look: 1, 2, 3, 4

But the best and simplest explanation I could get was from the instructor. I would like share it with you:

Creativity is developing new things: objects or ideas.

Innovation is developing new uses for them.

For example:

Developing Bluetooth technology was creativity.

Using this technology to send messages and pictures, using it to operate machines is innovation.

One more example can be:

God created flowers. That is creativity.

We use them to propose our loved ones. That is innovation. Whatsay??

But one thing is important to note. Creativity and Innovation go hand in hand. We can’t separate them. There is no use making an object which has no use. We need both for the development of mankind.

By the way, what is the difference between SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY?

Or for that matter, between DISCOVERY and INVENTION? (An easy one!!)

What say??

COMMENTS ARE INVITED.

The Cogni Post

Note: At least go through the P’s if you don’t have the time to read the article.

Get set and go. And Whoosh…

Three scintillating days….. More than a mammoth of one hundred fifty world class events. A throng, a crowd, a carnival of 2900 plus 2500 participants. And all those unforgettable seconds of passion at its peak. Happiness, Tension, Anger, Curiosity, Ambition. A panorama of best of the emotions. One nation and the ever flattening world…And one single name bringing them to a common platform. The Inevitable, enviable, sociable…….. And the ultimate: C O G N I Z A N C E . . .

Theoretically speaking, Cognizance is one of the largest technical festivals in India but practically contemplating, it is the only one of its kind where carbon emissions are controlled and trees are sowed before they are cut. Now you may think it to be great when we say that its official website http://www.cognizance.org.in boasts of over 2,500,000 hits and is in fact one of the most visited youth sites after all. But we feel it is of lesser importance when compared to the difference that Cognizance made by supporting the noble cause of educating the young and old of weaker sections and by organizing events like Ruraisle which showcased the latest technologies to improve the quality of life of villagers.

There are many facts which can be supplied to theorize the unprecedented success of Cognizance 2009. Eminent pundits and seers have come forward with a horde of explanations explaining. But confusion still prevails. Why is it that when many of the giants were failing even to survive in the not-so-gone past of recession and economic slowdown, Cognizance flourished and managed to break all records of sponsorship and participation in the folklores of event management? May be it was the student partner program where throngs of student participants were invited with unimaginable success by our special representatives in more than 75 colleges across the nation and abroad or may be the robotics outreach program which attracted and satiated more than 2500 students from across more than 50 colleges.

But still no one can’t deny an as simple the fact. The success of any organization is directly proportional to the honesty of its work culture and the quality of its work ethics. The way any group maintains itself defines the very way it develops. “Think energy, Go green” was not only our motto, it was or rather is our way of life.

Innovation, they say, is the art of defining newer utilities. If this is so, then Cognizance can safely claim that it is the very culture of innovations. Ek soch: prakriti aur urja, Enquesta, Quizzotica, Corpostrat, Stratman, Insomnia, Illushun, Robosapiens,Chracked, Techase…..the list continues…. And there are IDEAZ where about 300 papers are invited,presented and suitably rewarded, thus contributing a significant contribution to the R&D sector of India. Spectrum and Spotlights where you are tested to the limit of rigor, fine-tuned, burnished and then awarded.

Tons of words can be scribbled out just to list the various opportunities Cogni (that’s what we call it!!) provides to the participants but the actual fact is that it holds much more importance for an organizer. Those sleepless nights: planning and devising newer and better ideas, always infused with fun, jokes, laugh, cries, burgers, pizzas, tea and whatsays….Those moments of desperation when trying to get some sponsorship and those moments of supreme satisfaction when we get some….

For some, Cognizance is not just a mere festival. It is life……

P 1: Some of the readers of this post are the actual organizers of this fantastic festival. I congratulate them all.

P2: I would specially mention the leadership qualities of our fantastic mentors ((co-)conveners) without which nothing could have been possible.

P3: Main kabhi kabhar (???) hi senti hota hoon.

P4: Mind you, this is not a publicity stunt.

P5: The reader never knows whether somebody has read his work unless they comment something. (So cheap, isn’t it?)

An ode to hitch hiking

Hitch Hiker’s guide to the galaxy: a review

or

Don’t Panic

or

A pair of dingo’s kidneys

One of the many aphorisms that I must have added to my visibly intangible fact-sheet can be crowed out with the support of two, rather simple words from the English dialect and they, with least element of surprise, are: Don’t Panic, in the given sequence. When purposely engraved on the cover of one of the most exciting of works of Ursa Minor, the great publishing house, it quietly attenuates some of the admonishing waves of dread, which after all (once again with least element of surprise) turns out to be a very useful and interesting object, when at the disposal of hitch hikers. When at the disposal of strags or for that matter, the non-hitch hikers, it possesses even more utility but betrays far lesser interest.

Now, just before a very funny event occurred which I shall not describe here for the sake of my modest approach to life, my ape-descended brain was mulling over a probable possibility of the ravenous bug blatter beast of traal mugging in three pints of the pan galactic gargle blaster. But just before I could come to any improbable conclusion, that funny incident occurred, which in any probable case, I shall not explain in order to preserve my modesty.

Now, only a few months back, one of the people I happen to know from R-land and who happens to be too good to be called a friend of mine, as a very friendly suggestion, suggested me to type the following words in google: the answer to life, the universe and everything. When I followed his command out of sheer curiosity to continue that friendly consortium of friendly actions, what he too friendly had suggested, a very unfriendly thing occurred. A number 42 popped up on the screen which quite incredibly did not surprise me a pair of dingo’s kidneys.

Now, it is not that I had always known the result of that ephemeral action and wanted to impress all those arthropods buzzing about their own ways in that rainy day or that I am an impassive humanoid toad who can give other toads a run for their torpidity but it is just that my not-yet-fully-developed mental faculties were too efficiently inefficient to derive any possible probable meaning out of it.

Now, out of sheer friendliness, I may suggest, Mr. too good suggested me one more task to make the already maddening task of deducing anything meaningful out of the result of the previously conferred task a little bit more decision oriented.

Now, basking under the heavy photons of the various tasks bestowed so unceremoniously on my weak self, I realized that following my friend’s advice and wasting some hours of my useless life on too engaging tasks would be too prudent a decision. I nevertheless decided to do it just because I had nothing worse to do at that particular time.

Now, so determined was my lazy self at that time that I managed to read the full 221 pages of that so mind-bogglingly, awesomely, seriously serious book in a mind-bogglingly whiff of one quarter less of a year. This, not in the least sense, failed to surprise me at all and that is not due to the reason that I had not expected it but it is not the fact either that I was not surprised. This whole account of being surprised or not being surprised may be a little bit ambiguous from the writer’s side and from the reader’s point of view but it does not change the fact that I am really surprised for an inconspicuous reason that I am having unrelenting and uncontrolled feelings of being a gay.

Now, it may have easily occurred to you that I am starting to touch newer and higher heights of lunacy (which though I am but for other meticulously concealed reasons) but I do possess that foolhardy knack of arguing with others when I think I can and I can now bet a pair of dingo’s kidneys that you will also have those gay-ish feelings after going through the book for a very simple reason that Douglas Adams happens to be a male. (Ladies, I am sorry but I happen to believe that this blog is never bothered to be read by all but one or two utter morons who by infinite certainty are males.)

Now, the main problem which inspired me to go through all this ass-ache was to find out the significance of 42 as the most correct answer to the ever hindering question of life, the universe and everything but instead of simplifying things, it ramified them into more rigorous and befuddling formats because the book made me realize that even if the answer to the question was known, the question was itself missing.

Now that since I have thought about this problem rather too pensively and I have passed almost half of my time in the restaurant at the end of the universe, I feel that the missing question and its known answer form a pair of mutually exclusive orthogonal observables which follow a strange rule of unrelentivity principle that is to assert that there is a finite improbability of unity of finding them in a single universe at a given point of time.

Now, that has made me feel relaxed because after all, why bother chasing a mad bull if it is sure to whack his own head on the wall and you can’t do a pair of dingo’s kidneys about it. May be, continuing doing things without actually knowing the real hidden reason is the best thing we, the organic simulations of the programs of the most powerful computer ever to be built in the history of history i.e. earth, can do.

Jai Shani Maharaj….

“And swishhh…., the paper was gone. And swooshhh…, ‘Is it a coin?’” And I don’t admit that it was not totally unexpected. And it was a fine Saturday morning……

One of the many palpable attributes of Bollywood which I tend to fancy in the least is a mere objective judgment. They advertise practices which are quite impregnable into pragmatic realms of reality. Two utter strangers come across each other, embroil themselves into a virtual and then mental and then physical state of supercilious antagonism and then one more stranger, completing the trio, after a short drool of emotional tirade introduce them as long lost and fatefully ramified siblings of the same mother who by utter coincidence is the same third stranger. Somehow, strangely though-to my own surprise-I find it too arduous to assume that such divine drama is actually possible in our brusque whiff of a life in the grand web of space and time. Nevertheless, it seems that, the omniscient and the almighty is unremittingly bent upon showcasing His all engrossing presence to us, mere mortals, rendering him prone to breaking the laws which He himself devised in order to keep the world’s entropy in order.

It is a fine Saturday morning and this inconspicuous element of R-land’s inordinately pro-active blogosphere is unhurriedly busy in his daily routine of gmail, orkut, twitter, toi and his own laws of notions. The day is quite normal in all the normal senses of the word. The Mother is preparing the breakfast, the Granny is suitably hunchbacked in a cozy armchair in the sunlit porch and the Father is out of the house, convening some unavoidable meetings with strangers.

Knock, Knock.

Mutterings in the background.

‘Bahu, there is a Baba, Get some mustard oil.’

‘Jai Shani Maharaj.’

Flurry of hurried footsteps.

Aroma of mustard. Swishing and gushing of oil being poured into a copper vessel.

‘Jai Shani Maharaj. Mai, can I have some water to drink? I am thirsty. You see. So Hot outside.’

‘Come in Baba. Make yourself comfortable.’

Some clanking and hoofing. And the scene dissolves into nothingness……

After twenty seven minutes. Precise……

A belch.

More clanking….. More hoofing….

‘Jai Shani Maharaj.’

The son arrives. Carries away with him the utensils. Smirking…. Comes back again. Petulant…..

‘Touch his feet.’

‘Baba, he has some kidney problem. Please do something. My dear ‘pota’(grandson).’

The bending of the vertebral column.

And whack: Water in the eyes.

Whack: A muffled shriek.

Whack: The stars in the sky…..Twittering hummingbirds….All at the same moment.

‘Jai Shani Maharaj.’

Hands on the skull. A bud. Pain….

‘Jaa, tera liver shani maharaj jaldi theek karenge. Jai Shani Maharaj.’

‘Liver nahi gurda, Babaji.’

‘Chup murakh. Baba sab jaanta hai. Gustaakh, Iska liver bhi kharab ho jaayega.’

Footsteps. The Granny on the ground. On stomach. Hands on the heels.

‘Jai Shani Maharaj. Jaa maaf kiya.’

‘Dakshina.’

More footsteps. A paper.

A picture of bespectacled old moron. Two circlets set against a nosy stick.

A Blasphemy. (?)

Paper on the ground. Unsullied.

The stiffening and the erecting of the body. (Unexpected?)

A current. Twisting of the eyes, of the nose, the mouth, of everything.

(A trance??)

The Son: drooping jaws and the bud on the skull. Befuddled….. Belligerent….

The Mother: sweat on the brows and a ‘belun’ in the hands.Fearful….

The Granny: hunchbacked. Hands clasped against the mouth.

The Father: still absent.

The Baba: stiff. The magical stick in one hand. The copper vessel in the other. Eyebrows raised. Ankle raised.

‘Itne mein tu gurda theek karvayegi? ’ (A gasp.)

Seconds later……

End of the moment. Wavefunction normalized. Event surpassed.

‘Get me the note, son.’ (A whisper.)

Order followed. With unerring infallibility.

Twisting and scraping and moulding of the paper.

‘Go. Take a round and come back.’

Paper in the hands. Paper of the bespectacled oldie.

‘Open your hand.’

Voila!! A coin? (Not unexpected.)

A trick. Clever one. But??

Hands on the feet. The Granny and the Mother.

‘Jai Babaji.’

The job done.

A groan.

Five hundred and one rupees.

The door closed.

Exit.

‘Jai Shani Maharaj.’

And it was a fine Saturday morning…..

Love…..

This post is dedicated to one of my best friends who, in contradiction to all the expectations, is finally in the grip of what we call LOVE

Warning: The reader is hereby and with utmost precision warned that the following piece of verbiage has been drafted by the inexperienced hands of a quintessential insomniac who has never tasted or smelt love of any girl, living or dead, in his well confirmed twenty years of life. Don’t say you were not warned.

One of the many great discoveries of mankind is actually a realization. The realization that the inescapable answer to one of the most abstruse of questions is perhaps trying to seek the answer to that same query. We live because we love. We live because we are being loved. Love, gives a direction to our lives.

A writer loves his pen because it provides him the freedom to express himself, his ideas, and his soul. A hunter is in love with his gun as it helps him feed his family. A mother can’t live without her baby because it is a part of hers. Siblings like playing around themselves. A father gives his love to his children because they would spread his name far and wide. I like ogling at the wallpapers of Jessica Alba because it helps me comprehend the meaning of beauty. But why would someone fall off for a complete stranger? Why are we ready to shed all our possessions for the happiness of someone whom we did not know some seconds before? Why a being not so redundant in its nascent wake suddenly becomes the most important person in our life….an obsession. The answer, I know, is love and it has not occurred to me. Yet.

Once a lion lived with a large family of his own. He was a typical lion. Long shining brown whiskers with elaborate streaks of grey made his appearance fierce to other animals in the forest. He was a king. The master of his own destiny. But one fateful day something happened and it changed his life for eternity. It changed his life to such an extent that he was no more……

I play safe. It is not that I don’t fancy the company of the opposite sex. In fact I like it very much in accordance with what is expected from a normal man. And I also know that girls don’t find me unattractive. It is just I don’t like blabbering out very much. I have seen people getting overexcited while encountering the person of their interest but it seldom happens to me. I am a bit reserved and very frankly, I don’t like this particular attitude of mine. It gives me a sense of security at times but yet I feel very insecure when I see couples giggling their way to glory.

One hot summer day the lion went to the pond to quench his thirst. He had just had his lunch. His brown whiskers were carmine. His plans included a nice bath in the cool water. But just when he was about to launch himself in the pond, his eyes caught sight of something…. something which rendered him stupefied. Forever…… A woman was bathing. A human being. The dreaded monster. Yet she was beautiful. She did not wear animal’s skin. She was the hem of God’s creation. Glorified to the zenith. A coruscant suave pale skin. A face that made him dumb….inebriated. He retreated back into the bushes. He was never the same again……

I am a social animal and I have a heart. I suffer from occasional ebullitions of infatuation. Many a times it has occurred. And many a times I have tried to suppress it. Many nights have gone by just thinking about the same thing. Many days have been spent trying to impress someone unsuccessfully. It happens. You ‘waste’ many hours of your life devising ingenuous plans to instigate fortuitous meetings with the ones you ‘love’ and eventually see them being swayed away by one of your so called ‘best’ friends. You then keep quiet and try to compromise. But the thing does not go off your mind so easily. It stays there for some time….tormenting you…..coercing you to desist your ‘best’ friend. Eventually it fades away. Relinquishing some of the ‘love’ly pain. But sooner or later more beautiful musings of someone more beautiful infest your ever musing brain……

Legend has it that the lion was killed when he was about to abduct the only baby of the most graceful woman of the village. It was a hot topic, among the rustic humans, for many days. They could never devise a satisfactory theory behind the lion’s reluctance to defend himself and his imbecility to try attack a house so deep into the village. Never. Never could they suggest that the lion was in love and he was there just to look at her, to try and comprehend what was so special about this human form which had converted him into a phantom, someone so weak, emotionally, that he was unable to fight off his inane urge……. Love is brutal…..

Love happens only once. True love. I can’t say how it feels. I have never fallen in love. Yet. But I would like to…..once…….

The episode of the turquoise car

Only a few days back I happened to have a very queer dream. I know that being surreal is one of the defining characteristics of a dream. But then what I saw was quite unexpected.

Following is what happened:

….. I was driving a turquoise car which quite incredibly ran faster than a bicycle. Peering out the windows I noticed that a crow was hooting on the top a mutilated hat. The hat was as big as an inflated tennis ball and was sadistically perched on the head of a brand new coca cola bottle. I was mesmerized. But suddenly I felt an urgent pang of some fluid. So what I did I produced a purple onion from the left pocket of my red pair of trousers and started slicing it with the blunt nails of my right hand. But just when I was about to drink that celestial lachrymal juice my optic nerves told my hypo-reactive medulla oblongata that an airplane was about to crash against my turquoise car. Quite naturally I was more than terrified and everything went blank. After a few seconds some high school girls were giggling at my stark naked body which was surrounded by some transparent sticky liquid. Forthwith, it dawned upon me that I had time travelled and my subconscious self exhorted me to salvage my virility. So I contrived myself into a gauche architecture and closed my sulfur laced eyes. When I opened them, my awkward laid body was drenched with a monsoon of sweat and my linguistic gland parched dry. So I stood up, drank a glassful of water and adorned myself with a new shirt.

Tick Tick Tick…….

It’s been long since I wrote something of value. But, when has it ever happened before? Nevertheless, It seems incredulous as to think of the stage I happen to be in, right now. But I am not sad, as it may seem. I am not happy. Either. It’s that sort of situation when you are in the middle of an island and there is a dilapidated boat some distance off the shore. You have never swum in your life and the boat doesn’t move. But you know that it is only temporary and you can’t do anything except of course…….wait…. Life is full of ironies and it is what that makes it interesting…..

I have just finished TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE and I have still not made to my contemporary present. “contemporary”, however useless it may seem betrays a crucial notion. Because there are many “presents” to account for. I am still in a future where I meet this old woman…..a woman of eighties and call her my wife. And she knows very well that I am dead. My soul left the body in some humdrums of past when I was unceremoniously shot by his brother. Yet I am here talking to her…caressing her….soothing her……

Time is entwined with our lives in a very surreal fashion. We know (do we?) that it is relative yet it behaves absolutely. In fact we live relative to it. We see a thirty year old guy and without any tinge of uncertainty tend to assert that he must be married by now, must be having one or two kids, must be shifting his position from office to home on a daily basis…..If things are different we know that something is wrong. Tick tick tick…….tuck??

I am out of the trance. Phew……… That was narrow.

Well then, as my five seconds old past has told you, I read this wonderful novel called Time traveler’s wife a few hours ago. And it made me think about time in a radically different yet comfortable way. I also thought of marriage. And sex. I know the term can be termed as highly controversial in terms of its use by a twenty year old (Is it an irony?). So I won’t go into the details.

Go read it. You may find it….interesting….

Going way too fast??

There exists a subtle relationship between boredom and languor. Sometimes, boredom breeds languor. At others it is the other way round. As an amateur opinion of the writer, the first option seems comparatively more viable. But as it occurs, he is more prone to the other.

When one is ill, he ought to face certain problems. Like getting up early (since you must take your medicines at a certain hour of the day, that too after a compulsory breakfast.) or peeing in specially designed troughs or “having a baby” type of situation with your belly and all that similar stuff. But there is one particular advantage that makes one think that getting ill may after all be not that bad!

When one gets ill (and that too with a peeing problem), the level of attention towards him suddenly increases. Family members and friends and other relatives take huge amount of pain to let him ruminate over his problems in more comprehensive ways by presenting him various versions of various examples in correspondence to the current situation.

You get to lie around all day and do nothing. People will come to your bed and offer you all sorts of cosy stuff. You just have to twitch your ass and moan periodically just in case they don’t get suspicious.

Initially there will be self-importance, self-development, self-esteem and all that “self” stuff. Your self-consciousness sort of forces you to do your things yourself.

Physical stuff. “No. No. No. Your bones are fragile.” ”But it’s just a carrying bag. You already have enough stuff on you.” “No. No. No. We will call up a porter.”

“But I can ride a scooter and I got a licence.” ”I know. I know. But even then, your brother will carry you.” “It’s just a hair-cut. What he will do there?” “What? Wait of course.”

You don’t like it even when your mother cooks food for you.

But it’s human tendency. Right. And things do certainly change.

More physical stuff. “Can you please switch “on” my laptop charger? It’s kind of discharging.” “What? You called me down from the roof to switch “on” your laptop? Couldn’t you just stand up and do it yourself. You fat ass dumbo.” “…..Oh forget it….. Just do it once more. Pleeeez”

Am I enjoying it too much??

Cheese is cheese what you like

One of the many vehement ideas that my nineteen year old belief system used to comprise is very simple to put forward. And that is: the so called self-helps completely (too strong? but yes) fail to cater to the exact purpose they so vibrantly advertise. I used to prefer champak or chandamama over those extremely noisy articles often baptized with inexplicable integers. Such a feeling of aversion, as the reader might decide to put as, did not arise from some mishap. It is just as it is. I don’t know how I got this idea but I believed that such works are nothing but drivels of those sanguine souls who failed to make it big (in their terms, of course). Or maybe I just could not enjoy reading those long tirades saying things like “do this”, “do that”, “always be happy”, “always smile”, “the secret to ……” and blah blah. Or maybe I just could never agree with them. A person ought to be sad when something bad happens to him/her. Right? He can’t always show his teeth, even if somebody continues to poke him in his ass.

But then things do change. Even if you try to apply your might to tight the screw upon them. Well, since very recently I happen to (grudgingly) accept that, yes, all this motivational stuff I was talking about may indeed help you.

Under various circumstances, I was advised by my honorable doc to visit a psychologist. After an initial shock and obvious disapproval, the sensible part of mine felt: “OK, why not have a hear at what she says?” So I have been visiting her every weekend since then. In one of the sessions, Ms. Psycho (nice nicky, nah! saved her in my phone!) advised me to go through this book: “Who moved my cheese?” I read it in one go but not with much interest. But something tickled me and I read it again and this time making notes!

This book explains everything in terms of cheese. Dr. Spencer relates so called happiness to cheese. He hypothesizes that everybody is in constant pursuit of the type of cheese they wish to enjoy. The story of two mice and two short men elucidates four different approaches we might incorporate in our pursuit. Throughout their story the writer explains us various principles ruling the board. All in all a perfect ten, who moved my cheese is rightly a bestseller.

This book has changed my entire outlook towards motivational guides. They can be great when you want them to be. In fact everything can be great when we want them to be. It’s like the system of electro-magnetic field. Imagine there is a field around us. It attracts or repels objects like people, ideas and events; the best part being the fact that we get to choose them! Isn’t it amazing?

Following are various points (directly quoted from the book) which I liked the most and which apply the most to me. I am posting them here for my future reference. (I got this idea from Ms. Psycho!!)

1. Having cheese makes you feel happy.
2. The mice did not overanalyze things. They were not overburdened with many complex beliefs. The situation had changed so the mice decided to change.
3. The more important your cheese is to you the more you want to hold on to it.
4. Sometimes things change and they are never same again. This is life and life goes on.
5. If you do not change you can become extinct.
6. Fear can be good. When you are afraid things are going to get worse if you don’t do something it can prompt you into action. But it is not good when you are so afraid that it keeps you from doing anything.
7. Smell the cheese often so you know when it is getting old.
8. Movement in a new direction helps you find new cheese.
9. When you are beyond your fear you feel free.
10. Imagining myself enjoying new cheese even before I find it lead me to it.
11. The quicker you let go of old cheese the sooner you find new cheese.
12. It is safer to search in maze than remain in a maze less situation.
13. What you are afraid of is never as bad as what you imagine. The fear you let build up in your mind is worse than the situation that actually exists.
14. Old beliefs do not lead you to new cheese.
15. When you see that you can find and enjoy new cheese you change course.
16. Noticing small changes early helps you adapt the bigger changes that are about to come.
17. The fastest way to change is to laugh at your own folly than you can let go and quickly move on.
18. EVERYTHING IS SIMPLE.

Change Happens
They Keep Moving The Cheese
Anticipate Change
Get Ready For The Cheese To Move
Monitor Change
Smell The Cheese Often So You Know When It Is Getting Old
Adapt To Change Quickly
The Quicker You Let Go Of Old Cheese, The Sooner You Can Enjoy New Cheese
Change
Move With The Cheese
Enjoy Change!
Savor The Adventure And Enjoy The Taste Of New Cheese!
Be Ready To Change Quickly And Enjoy It Again & Again
They Keep Moving The Cheese.

P.S. Point 18 kinda inspired me the most.

A string of coincidences

Having flunked six of the six courses of the fourth semester of my royal college life, I am here, in Delhi, enjoying a well earned Sabbatical. Well recognized among the many of my not-so-recognized friends as an uber-cool persona, yours truly has been overwhelmingly successful in making them twitch their tongues between their teeth by being as placid as a slumbering squirrel in these regular turnaround of events.

I cannot completely and exactly deter myself from subscribing to the not-so-digestive fact that a curious name called CKD, expanding to chronic kidney disease, has clung to my already-interesting life. I cannot even argue that this acronym with another of its companion called FSGS (read focal segmental glomerular syndrome) has not affected my laws of notions. But I, with all my senses in all their truthful and useful places, can assure my friends and my senses alike that EVERYTHING IS “JUST” FINE.

To be very candid I am finding it rather too difficult to think of something special to write in here. Quite extraordinarily it is implicit by its own means that my mind is full of a horde of things which can be regarded as special. One of the special things that I rather should not have discussed here is the fact that I just completed my fourth round of harry potter series novels. It happens. With an empty mind refusing to understand those pointless diversions from the usual “piece-of-cake” theories and over-adult (80 mg every other day) doses of steroids trying to rape each and every organ of your body. It happens. I started with half blood prince hoping to ready myself for 16^th july (as they say). But soon came back to sorcerer’s stone as my background seemed a bit hazy. I am a harry potter freak.

I also happened to go through the three mini-novels written by Mr. Chetan Bhagat. I cannot exactly say which book I liked the most because all three of them comprised rather the same elements of namely love, drama, action and some sporadic spurts of thrill. Bluntly speaking, FPS increased my frustration level as was expected since I don’t have a friend of a girl even if I don’t believe in having one. Call centre was a bit of a surprise with an end full of so many kisses. I had not expected such a low grade romo-drama. I should rather stop myself from commenting on three mistakes. Even if his motive of using contemporary India to teach contemporary India some lesson is worth commendation, I could not actually enjoy the whole drama.

Talking of dramas and dilemmas in ordinary life, I would like to discuss one. Strictly speaking, it is not one of those incidents in which by some happy chance you meet one of those comely faces and still comelier figures during those boring lonely journeys and happen to get their phone numbers by the end of them. It is not. Even if there is a girl and there is a ‘journey’ in the story. Well it definitely did happen. I did happen to get a seat beside a tremendously attractive girl. In one of those boring lonely bus journeys. From hospital to home.

Now, quite contrary to what usually happens in Bollywood movies and masala novels(and which should actually happen considering better standards of real life as well as a real chance of a real opportunity!!), I did not start a conversation with her during the whole time. In fact I could not speak even a single word, not even when she transpired to chuck her hanky down the deck and asked for somebody’s help. Typical bollywood attempt. I registered. Huh! After three stops, she boarded down the bus. (I was counting!!)I was happy. I had been an honorable man. And an idiot. I confessed as I followed her down the bus. It was even merer coincidence considering the fact that that was the last stop of the bus itself.

Now you might have easily suspected that I would meet her again. It happens all the time. No? Even in those so called (and rightly) classic stories. Well I won’t deny it. I met her again. In fact I sat with her again. But she did not chuck her handkerchief this time and neither did I pick it up for her as I had not, earlier. But one thing did surely happen. As gentleman and honorable (and idiot), I happen to be since my birth, I did not give my seat to some old lady as had been politely asked by the conductor. I am ill.

As has not been happening in this not-so-strange story, something not-so-queer happened. She did not follow me after we boarded down together at yet another stop. It is not that she had not tried. Because even if she could have she could not as I had taken an auto-rickshaw. The queer thing which happened happened when the driver spoke.

I was not too inclined to talk to the driver since I had been too busy thinking about her and various consequences which could have been there if only I had started a conversation with her. Well the driver spoke first. “The DTC, in front of us…. I think it want me to stop. The driver is gesturing and blowing horn rather too frantically.”

“Well then, stop.” I also noticed that the bus in front of us was swaying sideways trying to come in the way of auto.

And then descended the same woman (now she seemed one). With four men.

“He is the one.” Her little fingers were pointed at me. I was addle pated.

“Sala, umra hui nahi aur abhi se hi shuru ho gaya.” The conductor possessed a rod.

“Par hua kya?” Auto-driver tried to rescue me.

“Tu chup rahe. Sab pata hai humein. Aaj kal ke auto wale…..” the one who spoke was visibly biggest of them all.

It took me all my hospital papers, a call from my uncle (he is in delhi police) and auto-driver’s driving license to explain that all that had happened earlier had been a series of sheer coincidences. She apologized for the ‘misunderstanding’ and I took the same auto home.

All through the way I continued thinking the same thing. Is Delhi really safe for women?

Musings of [(a)n] [a(theist)]

I am sorry. I have to do it. I know….at times its strange….but things should be done with as soon as possible. Sometimes we think too much. Is it not? This post is not for those who are always in a funny-go-lucky mood. I warn you. Before hand. And this one is longer too. Three days back I read Alchemist. The book that had been avoided by my lazy self for centuries. Brilliant. Is the word which should not be ascribed to it, I think. For the last three days I have been doing the same thing which I specialize at. Contemplating……

There is something. One ‘O’ short of GOOD. It is the one called supreme. I don’t use ‘He’. I am confused. Is It ‘He’ or ‘She’? They say It is ‘He’. But when I think of ‘It’, my mother comes in front of me. So………….

Let me be naked. I am a mind. So who is God? Does It actually exist? If so, where is It? What is Its gender? People say It is heart. But I know the heart is ‘mindless’. It houses love. But then it also suffers from hatred, from jealousy and from anger. People say It lives in the heart. But why does It allow such satanic rumblings to remain in the heart, near it?

Let me elucidate. I don’t believe in God. I haven’t seen him, that’s why I don’t believe….is rather a weak argument which I detest to propose. As a matter of fact, I don’t propose anything at all. For I am confirmed that our world is nothing but an agglomeration of some queer probabilities. Some strange but, yes, praiseworthy gambits occurring against some stranger laws. I don’t believe in anything except self. I am a nut-shaped mesh of neurotic devices which developed itself through ages by some sheer probabilities. Mark it. I don’t use the word LUCK. Because I don’t believe in it. I believe only in probabilities……………..

I am an atheist……….

Some queer things happened. One after the other. I couldn’t digest them completely. They were really fast. I saw my heart. It was wailing. Crying like anything. I tried to console him. ‘Don’t worry: it is just one of those probabilities. What is the purpose of behaving like this? But it continued.’ It argued that it was the reason of that ‘mistake’. ‘It was just a probability.’ I repeated. ‘No, it could have been avoided……’

In the common terminology, I am pragmatic. And the heart emotional. Thus I am happy. I know. Emotions can be dangerous. I am strong. Mightier than heart. And so I rule the body. I take care of its decisions. The heart always tries. He tries to give some rather useless alternatives. But I win. Always. There is spiny. I teach him how to react. Majority is with me……..

Some more ‘queer’ things happened. Really fast. Once again the heart wept. Once again I saw it. But one thing did not happen once again. I didn’t console him. It was not that I was doubtful (even though I was). I just couldn’t do it. The super-computer part of mine was doubtful. It had calculated that the probability of the event was zero. Then why did it happen. It was not suppose to. It was juxtaposing. And it was incomprehensible…..

From then on I couldn’t dream. Restless. Insomniac. Bewildered……. Anger. Frustration. Confusion…….

From then on the heart started consoling me. ‘Don’t worry. Things will get better. Soon.’ ‘May be you should revise your theories.’ ‘I was addlepated. The theories could not be wrong. They had proofs…

And one day this thing happened. This particular thing. For which I was never able to calculate any probability……

(Read slowly……)

A child is laughing. But he doesn’t look like one…… My eyes are closed. But I don’t have any eyes………. He seems mature. Like he has seen life. But then how can I clarify. I am just a mesh…..A coagulation of neurotic cells. I haven’t seen one….. There is peace. I can feel it. At least…… But I am at war……. The child is male. No. It can be a female as well………. A fragrance floats in the air. Like some boats on a calm sea. Mark it. I say boats……….. I look into the eyes of the child. He stops laughing……… The world is at its extreme. There is silence and there is noise. There is neither any noise nor any silence……. As a matter of fact, I can’t feel anything. I am just a point. An infinite point. I can feel it. I doesn’t exist. I is just there. Trying to fade away. From this unknown place. I am scared………. Time passes……. A year. No. perhaps a century. And I am still there……. Looking into the eyes of the child. And the child is doing the same thing….. Smiling……..

‘What happened?’ the heart is curious. ‘Nothing.’ …..’OK’. “I just don’t remember anything. May be it was just a bad dream……..”

I saw the clock. It was 3. Three AM…… I looked around. There was a frameset. And a photo. ‘THANKS….’

Now I am a theist……

The Three Knights

To,
Sneha
Some things are better kept secret and I love them…… just as I love……you know….
Santosh

Once upon a time there were three knights…..
“It is 500.”
“No Rahul, we should follow as she said.”
“Ok then let it be 623.”
“Look there. It has come.”
623……

Once upon a time….there were three perverts…..
“Hey, ma’am, do you know where pizza hut is?”
(Started walking hurriedly) “Sorry, I don’t.”

Once upon a time…………there were three Nomads…..
“Hey, Tanay, when are you coming?”
“Wait outside Azad. I will be there in five minutes.”
“O.K.”

They were three: S T R….Santosh (the cool boy), Tanay aka Baali (the Rambhagt) and Rahul (the demon behind the post).

Today I am going to narrate the story of those three musketeers……

It so happened that the three knights planned (matter-of-factly they didn’t actually plan, it was one of those decisions which they had bakared over a hundred times before) a tour de’ Capital….

So, according to the ‘plan’, they reached the bus-tea at exactly 3:17 am. Engorged some maggis and omelets and started waiting for the bus. They waited. And they waited. For a palace-on-wheels. And it didn’t appear. They eventually gave up and decided to board a 100-bug (ck)s-a-seat lounge. And Hence started their journey….the tour de’ world……. It was four…….

They tried to sleep. They wanted to rest before the day begins! But could not……The palace showed them everything: from the empty markets of muzzafarnagar to the military alleyways of Meerut Cant….from the busy streets of Ghaziabad to the many under-construction cities! The trio reached I.S.B.T Kasmere Gate at 9:30 a.m.

It was morning and they were hungry, so they took refuge in one of the Ray Croc estates (McDonalds, for the concerned) near ISBT, they savored some burgers and discussed for some time. The motive was clear…they wanted to meet them…ogle them…… and talk to them. They wanted to have some fun……So they talked about Gargi…they talked about south campus…they talked about south exe…..and about D.C…. And yes, they finally came to a conclusion…..

The metro was taken and central sectariat reached. They boarded down the bus and started exploring the area. They ogled it and they talked about it. The Rashtrapati Bhawan stood in its glory, its magnanimity and its grandeur. They started walking down Rajpath. They discussed politics…… they talked about economy and the Britishers the world wars and the Jammu Kashmir……. and reached India gate. They continued and talked about the past the present and the future of the country. They reached a bus stop and stopped somewhere near Nepal and Bhutan. Bus no. 505 was boarded and the ticket was taken. The discussion did (could) not resume…………..

It was clear. The bus-conductor had probably ditched them. They were asked to board 460 from there. But KR knew something about the place. They started walking. It was 11. They continued their pilgrim. They passed through some strange market, they passed through a colony, they walked their way through narrow streets and yes, they questioned people a lot. And finally they reached there. The south extension (part 2, I suppose). It was 12. They went to a Barista. It was nice. It was the last day of Olympics and some unknown game was going on (finally I got to know that it was actually synchronized swimming). The Chinese were perhaps dominating. The waitress came. She was also a Chinese (I don’t know whether she was a Chinese or Japanese, they made her a Chinese because it suited the occasion!). The three loafers ordered Dark temptation. It was quite a refreshing time. There were some great pieces around. KS gave one of them a whooping 9.5 against KR (who thought her to be a perfect ten!) And this made them think that they should watch a movie. KT suggested writing a message in the clip-board. And the three knights decided to watch THE DARK KNIGHT (un-surprisingly neither of them had watched it before). And they wrote………………..you know……………….
And let me be clear. It was the sole invention of KR.

The waitress suggested we should go to PVR Saket and should take the bus number 623…………………

It was once again clear.
“When would it come?” ”I gonna give him something, if we doesn’t reach that bloody PVR. And Rahul what do you know about Delhi?”
Those were some of the moments when KT loses his temper. They could see the Akshardham. Many unknown towns and regions passed. They had been quite clear to the conductor that they wanted to go to PVR. But their eyes were unable to see any trace of it. Finally the knights were thrown out of the bus. Some exploration and some more questioning revealed to them that it was Lakshmi Nagar. And then, they were exhausted. They started accusing Delhi, the conductors and they accused themselves…their luck….. They were hungry and thus unhappy. They were tired and thus frustrated. They knew that they would miss the 4:30 show. But then they took a newspaper. And that too The Delhi Times. It showed that they had a chance. It was 3:30 p.m. They decided……once again……

They boarded a bus (a 623). Only fruitful thing that they had done in the market of Lakshmi Nagar was to find a state bank ATM and get some money. After an hour of a nightmarish turmoil between the armpits of working class executives (!) returning to their homes, the three frustoos boarded down at Welcome and rushed forward to the metro station. The moments you aspire to be the longest tend to last a little. Ten minutes of metro ride carried them to Chandni Chowk. They started marching the holy and ancient lands of Chandni Chowk. They enquired and continued their march towards Sadar bazaar. They asked a rickshaw puller. The streets were crowded and full of ample items. He denied. They passed through an alley called Masala wali gali. Strange yet soothing aroma consisting nano particles of diverse spices made them dumb for a longer period of time. After an uneventful period of thirty minutes, they reached their destination. A particular sports-shop called ‘Metro’. In some more uneventful fifteen minutes TK bought a squash racket at a staggering discount of 35%. Then the knights devoured some Golgappas, KR being particularly merciless. The three musketeers now steered their way towards paravantha wali gali. Thanks to the local chandni chowk bus seva, they managed to eat paravanthas in time. They were awesome. The walls of the ‘restaurant’ depicted some netas clearly exhibiting its fame. It was 6 p.m. And they had to hurry….

It has been generally accepted that a good storyteller unfolds right things at the right place and correct time. But too much prevarication can lead to a decrement in the interest of the readers. So henceforth, I decide that, I will be straight forward and try to tell the story as such.
And for the length of the post…..I must ask for your pardon….the story, though at times boring, demanded at least this much of space. And it is still on!!….

So they have to hurry. The next show at Saket starts at 6:45. They run to metro station and take a ticket for Rajiv Chowk (CP for the concerned). The plan is: they will take a cab from CP and try to reach Saket in time. But it is already 6:15 and they know they would not reach Saket in time by any means. They are unhappy. They are depressed. They start feeling that entire of their day has been spoiled. The metro is on its full. They eventually come to a conclusion that they would anyway go to CP, take a nice meal at Pizza-hut and then go back to Roorkee. They whispered and listen to their mutterings attentively. They were three knights……

But someone else is listening to them. He is some messenger of God….an angel…

“Why don’t you go to some other PVR or other multiplex?”
“Sir, we want to watch The Dark Knight only.”
“OK. Then why don’t you go to Naraina. It is not much far. And dark knight should be screened there.”
“Where is Naraina?”
“You don’t know!! From where you are?”
“Roorkee.”
“Then you should go to PVR near Rajouri Garden. It is just two stations after Rajiv chowk.”
“But there is not any mention of a PVR in Rajouri Garden in the Delhi Times.”
“Don’t worry. I am sure. They screen the same movie in all the PVRs. You should be able to watch the movie there.”

They were elated. They thought him to be some angel or something. He had showed them the way. They were going to watch the movie. The Dark Knight. They thought that the day had not been too bad. They were happy. The discussions started. The usual discussions. About God, about metros, about Olympics, about love and yes, about girls…..

There are girls all around. Girls! No. Chicks actually. There is always a subtle difference between being a girl and a chick. And mind you, it depends on the mindset of the particular person you talk. For the three knights they are Chicks. They are IITians. And they know what it actually (underlined) means to be one. For this part I am truly with them. Some call them Despo. Then they are. They try to control their eyes. One thing they notice. Each of them has some one beside her. A boy. No. A body guard. A man. There are few. Some groups of ‘only’ girls. But then they are not alone! The three knights are honorable men. They come out of the mall and start trundling back to the metro station. The metro station of Rajouri Garden…………

They come out of the Rajiv chowk metro station. They are now hungry. They start searching for Pizza-hut. They want to stick to their original plan! They start meandering on the lanes of Connaught Place. It is 8:00 p.m. And it is Saturday. They are walking. And so are the hundreds of other people. And there are chicks. Once again. Some of them being foreigners. They are looking for Pizza-hut…

“Hey, madam, do you know where pizza hut is?”
(Started walking hurriedly) “Sorry, I don’t.”

And hence the perversion blurted out. They laughed. For some time. Then they stopped. Suddenly. They realized something. They were never like this. This wouldn’t have happened if they had not met that ‘angel’. That rapscallion angel. They were happy in their own lives. But he came and changed everything. There is no PVR in Rajouri Garden………..

The three knights could not watch The Dark Knight. They were there. The Connaught Place. After an unceremonious visit to Rajouri Garden. And they were hungry. Desperate. In every attempt. The day had been great. Great in the usual sense. They had seen something. Something you call life. They found a Pizza-hut. It was great. Great in the unusual sense. There they found something. Something you call peace……………

P.S. And thanks. For reading such a torture for minds……….

The Coubertin Effect

While I dug deep holes and hibernated to deeper slumbers, the poly process carried on unconcernedly. The tickling feeling of a freezy wind carrying tinges of warm moisture tells me that Zeus has been rather biased towards Roorkee. ‘Holidays’ are on and this is for the first time that I am not in my home.

And truly, ‘I’ laments…… Abhinav Bindra has returned. Senior Bindra is planning the-farmhouse-budget assiduously. The pay commission has finally arrived. And, so, my father is also elated.

But Manmohan sir is not up-to-date. Jammu and Kashmir has taken a great toll of inflation and Advani uncle is still bragging about something like nuclear and J&K. Lord Shiva is unhappy towards Mr. Patil. Democracy……

A trifle idea makes me feel relaxed. After all, the world seems normal. Mr. Bolt is bolting and ‘Sir’ Phelps is ‘flying’. Uncle Sam is concerned. Dragons are everywhere and, you know, he is a ‘bit’ allergic towards them. Communism……

I put on my tracks and thundered to the mess. I waddled my way back to the canteen. The results are out and people are celebrating. I celebrated with them. The manager is celebrating. Again…..Democracy……

I made up my mind to come back and proffer him some of my ‘extra income’. Dr. Mush is on a run. ISI confused. Allies are normal… Dictator-demo??

And the ‘union’ furious. Dhoni bhaiya is gearing up for the revenge. One more father is happy. After all he has got three ‘bahus’. Saakashvilli is reeling under Caucasus.

‘I’ comes back and once again goes away to my balcony mate. He is still perusing Bhagwat Gita. I once again listen to the chantings and once again retreat back to my room.

After a long period of serious contemplation, I conclude that the world is normal. No danger. No emergencies. So. No need of my services. So. I go to my bed and meet Deepika. Heaven…..

P.S. I suppose ‘heaven’ has not been copyrighted, still.

P.S.S. My congrats to Abhi, Phelps and Bolt. And my father!

P.S.S.S. My apologies to Mr. Patil and well wishes to prez(?)…

A Happy Memory….

Some moments can never escape your memory. Or. Your memory can never thwart away some moments. And. Some moments become our memory……

Magnanimous beads of some sticky potion are dripping down my body in a cool memory of a pre-winter night. Only one pale bulb is trying with all its might to vandalize the paleness of the atmosphere. Almost all the people are sleeping except thirteen….

I know I am trying my level best to scare them. And I think they also know what I am upto. One of them tries his best to assure me that I am being successful….

There is one more ‘boy’, squatting on the floor, besides me. Some gushes, through window, of outside wind try to exhibit their presence periodically. The boy stands up and starts doing something funny. I am not laughing, not because I don’t enjoy the pole dance, but I have been prohibited. And that’s why I don’t enjoy it…..

We ask them to introduce themselves in the official sense of the word. One by one they come and start. I laugh. I tell one of them to stand straight. To show some respect. And to my utter pleasure, he follows my words. They are dreaded and I am enjoying with malicious satisfaction. A hole is being filled. A hole, which was unceremoniously created by some ancient memory…..

Rather I concentrate hard, following every bit of his movements. I don’t know how it happened but a faint giggle escapes my lips. The pole dance is ordered to stop. Thirteen people start thrashing me. I know it is sane,so I say ‘sorry’. And stand up. And start doing something which is very unlike a pole dance. Words of unpleasantness start blurting out of their mouths. The train is at its full throttle. And the time is 2:30 a.m……

There are some memories which surface now and then at every impossible hour. Some times we feel it to be a bad one. An unhappy memory. Some other times we come to know that it is really a good one. A happy memory…..

Chronicles of the bald hillock, final part

It had been about half an hour since we left that hamlet.

Now we were crossing mountains!; not like the Alps and the Himalayas but definitely sloppy. “Thirty minutes more.” reported Kapil. Appu was panting heavily; stout figure like him. We had not met even a single human soul for quite a long time. There were only trees, bushes, stones, and fields all around. I had already started repenting our decision to take a ‘shortcut’. We were advancing downhill…

After some time my weary eyes figured out a stream in front of us: a silvery white ribbon trying to bind the series of hills together…… water was scarce as was expected in that season. “We will take right from the brook and follow its pace upstream.” Not very far was a fenced area…… ‘it must be a garden’ ….the soil seemed freshly ploughed…….there was a well as well……..and a hut!…..our eyes could explicitly discern that flimsy cottage embosomed by the thicket of glade all around……and then my eyes fell on a nearby hill—‘something was queer about it’ ……we were marching towards the brook, my eyes fixed on………

The surface was not sandy—-neither was it completely rocky—-soil was weathered and red……..the ground below became soft, my tanned integument could feel the nearing moisture……..I could see some patches of grass, some bushes here and there……… chirruping of birds and whistling of leaves were becoming larger by seconds………but there was not a single tree…….”I think we should cross it here itself, we may not find it so shallow afterwards”……and there is something white, yonder on the top…….my feet over the soles of trainers could now feel the rocky upturns below……it should be a temple, a small one, a reddish flag fluttering over, ostentatiously exhibiting the devout spirits of the localites…….miniscule tubules of blue-green algae whipping in the dancing waters made the path slippery……..an occult force started working on me and I felt a familiar attraction towards it……my ear drums could feel the swishing sounds made by the contact of gurgling fluid and stone walls shaping the path of brook……why it was so unkindly berefted of greenery so wildly enveloping the turf over here, my mind made it a point to visit that hillock on my way back……..my right leg felt a sudden pinch, just below the knee, And I saw something……something that petrified even the hairs of my body……

A blackishly tubular stratum hurriedly slithered away. I couldn’t help screaming. My brain had surmised something horrible. I was exasperated. My father had told me, only one percent of the species are dangerous, most of them being terrestrial, the one I saw had to be aquatic. Similar notions blurted out of my friends. And I was still alive……my friends took charge of the situation.

Shoaib tightened a piece of cloth around my leg. Kapil thundered away in the hope of finding some help; myself raked against the trunk of an unknown tree; the heart was throbbing dangerously wild, trying to emancipate itself from its body, to release free from that excruciating fear. My brother tried to hold the upper knee portion tightly so as to obstruct the blood-flow. The mind was heartless (and that’s why hopeful), he commanded the right leg to move; to my relief I found that it did. Sarthak advised me to stay calm, the spread of poison will slow down, he said. The eyelids drooped down, waiting for something to happen. Appu tried to measure my pulse rate to check for any change in it. But the heart continued his struggles, mind trying to explain him that nothing worrisome had happened; I was addlepated: whom to confide with. Several minutes passed……..

I knew I had not died. My heart finally acknowledged that it was not poisonous. And I felt that I could once again manage myself after the two of them became friends. I opened my eyes. Kapil had returned. There was a woman with him. She took my leg and examined it. “The snake was not poisonous. There is nothing to worry about. I will put some “lep” over it for the wound.”

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It had been decided. We were in a ‘flimsy cottage’. I was back to normal. We would stay there and return home the next day. The happy family helped us find a telephone booth and inform our parents about our grand plans (they were not informed of the ‘bite’ incident). They were only two: an old man and his wife. We cooked our own food and ate it in a ‘ploughed garden’ which later became the football field (the farmer had permitted us, strangely). Her wife put a ‘lep’ over my wound and gave me some nasty fluid to drink. We played every game we had brought with us. We helped the farmer water the plants. For the first (and only) time I saw the ‘plant’ of potato. We learnt that the farmer sold vegetables in Bodkhi (the local market of Amla). A long series of card games started which continued upto six (my favorite being ‘Sheep’, which I think I am master of). Then we gathered some dry sticks, grass and hay to put a camp fire. The farmer joined us after the dinner. He started describing the customs and traditions of the local people. He told us many things about potatoes. I asked him about the hillock that had so mysteriously attracted me. He told us that it was called “ganji pahaadi” i.e. “the bald hillock”. We got to know the reason behind its being ‘bald’ and many other queer things about it. The Bakar session (I got this term from Roorkee) continued till midnight. Henceforth we slept in the cottage. I was elated. I couldn’t sleep for a long time. This had been my best picnic so far………………

In the morning we took our leave. My spirits were high. I thanked them for all they did for us. Then we headed for the ‘ganji pahaadi’ which I had already planned with others. It was perhaps the only hill of its kind among its comrades. We paid our respect to the holy shrine. The sun was still rising. I tried to look down on the other side——–

There was a track……Kaccha raasta…..some black spots could be seen on it……suddenly a snake like figure emerged from a nearby hill. Then only I did notice the two parallel lines across the ground……..electric poles with continuation of wire running along them…….it started blaring the tone so familiar to me…….whistling its way, it slided slowly into the depths of yet another hill……my imagination started reminiscing the things that an old man had told me the day before……I felt a joyous jolt, every fragment of my body experienced euphoria, I was inebriated………. that, that I was standing right on the centre point of INDIA—“The Bald Hillock”………”Ganji Pahaadi”…

Chronicles of the bald hillock…..part 2

“Let’s go to Sapna Dam.” I saw a glitter in those eyes. Varun had proposed that idea one hundred and eleventh time. But this time, he knew, we had no choice but to heed to his then tiresome muttering. “I had been there before”. It was not Varun. “The place is quite nice and we have an excellent spot there………”My eyes exchanged a furtive smirk with Appu. We always had a pertinent doubt on Varun and Srinivas. There was definitely something g………shly wrong….
Sapna Dam is one of those only three zones I hadn’t been to in Amla. Besides being the only tangible explanation for the invariably over-existing power supply to our habitat, it is one of the trademark (and one of those which ‘could’ not be discovered by our ‘battalion’) picnic-spots of Air-Warriors and their families.
“I know a short-cut.” I remember it, it was definitely Kapil. How can I forget him? Only an year older, and had been to greater number of places than anybody in our battalion (now he is in NDA, Pune).
“Great.”
“But we have to go over a closed gate in B T Area.”
“That black one.” (Perhaps……………most of my fellows did not have any notion about my inexplicable attachment to that ‘black’ gate…………………….Perhaps………..those words clearly and unwarily expounded my state to others………….Perhaps……….it was natural for me to ask that question….. being the only one in our group who lived in B T Area………)
“May be, yes.”
It took us exactly three hundred seconds to reach that gate……………………………
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And now we are crossing that gate……after daydreaming about it for……..perhaps…….. a century………after unrestrainedly assuring my so-so craving heart that I would, one day, go beyond that gate and discover….find what lies behind it…….unrestrainedly, because……perhaps…. my mind was also hopeful……sanguine that I would gain that possibly impracticable liberty…………….
An oppressive yet visibly acrimonious herd of goats passed our dusty and rusty track. Perhaps they were being forced to leave the greener spots……….perhaps the cow-boy wanted them to keep nearer to his colony. The people in south MP have an intermingled culture from Maharashtra and Uttarpradesh. Marathi is distinctive in their hindi’ish dialect. “Are bhaiyaji, jara taim to batana”; I checked my watch. It was eleven’O clock. That watch……..gifted by the same mates of mine…….on my recently passed birthday (interestingly I was born on the midnight of 7th march, so I am confused when to celebrate it, albeit I am also free to choose my date of birth….)…a digital watch with clear markings of being “waterproof”……….
Waterproof, yes water, a sudden surge of thirst drenched my throat, my eyes started scrutinizing the place for some source of water (we had already emptied our bottles in response to the glowering ball of yellowish-white streaming over to our head)…….there were small houses, small if I consider only the ‘bricky’ part of them…….a grotesque fencing around……made of plantlets, wild sticks, thorny bushes……which were also used to carve the roofs of the secluded huts……….used for the purpose of washing and cleaning……there were occasional tanks…..explicitly ostending their competence in surviving even the scantiest phases of their lives……………
Madhya Pradesh suffers from being in the draughty regions of our country. People here have molded themselves and their lifestyles accordingly. Tanks, made of igneous rocks characteristic of Deccan plateau, serve the purpose of storing rain water……whenever it happens.
And there it is……..I found it……a hand-pump. “There it is.”…………The last goat was just hurrying off trying to keep track with its advancing comrades………. I am aware of my so-near-to lunatic behavior. As also my friends. They didn’t retort. I pointed to the hand-pump and we ushered ourselves near it, drank water and set off further………………

Chronicles of the bald hillock,part 1

There was that black gate. I was perhaps the only one in the school-bus who used to behold that gate rather stupidly……….Why is it always closed? Why is there no security? I had come to think that it was meant for villagers……people who can take a shortcut across the station as was the case with its other compeers. But for reasons, occult to my own common sense, I suffered from an incessant attraction towards that gate…..that unguarded, locked, ironclad sentinel installed perhaps only for the purpose of being savored by air and water.

And today we were crossing it(of course it was closed and we had to jump over it)! Myself, my brother(Vipul), Shoaib, Srinivas, Kapil, Sarthak (Chikoo), Appu (Aparajit) and Varun…. It was planned only five minutes before………………

It had been our long term tradition, not really bequeathed by our ancestors, but definitely an old one; one of the few things we started and were proud of (how it was taken by our successors, we were never bothered). That haven of nature…….. beautified to zenith: a round plate (consider it to be upside-down) profusely matted with tropical grass (to be true, that required a little bit of weeding) hemmed in by thickets of higher autotrophs (there was definitely one neem, two mangoes and a banyan tree except the brambles, heather and forget-me-nots trying to fill the every available space).This copse, near the golf lawns (invisible for un-keen eyes by the surrounding trees), was our hangout ‘palace’ ambushed after every series of examinations(anyway, I was in eighth standard in the ‘famous’(only one, in that region) school : K V Amla).

Let me be clear. Amla is a very small place in the extreme south of Madhya Pradesh (Waa Bhaiya, hindustan ka dil), lies approximately 40 miles north of Nagpur. It is famous for an Air Force Station (its godowns of explosive ammunition), mahua (used for making a special drink, a local version of alcohol) and mangoes (The name of the place owes its name to the exuberance of this king of fruits). It is quite interesting to note that mangoes (mmm… I still remember those phlegmatic moments…….sitting on the branches…….relishing the yellow juicy pulp……it is another thing that I once broke my limbs and spent my rest of the summer in bed) show their presence in alternative summers, and that too in odd years!. I am sure you will admire this plan of nature. Is it not a great idea (which at times used to get annoying) to provide people with successive times of abundance and scarcity? Does it not keep the taste of the thing alive? ……………………. And I must not forget to mention Jaamun, (there was a peculiar tree in the campus which I dreaded was having some spirit or some ghost) a round fruit having a pinkish pulp and purple integument.

23rd march, 2003………We were to meet at the gate of golf course sharp at 7:30 morning with all the necessary provisions: bed-sheets, maggi, eggs (we had planned to try egg curry this time), cards, tape recorder (with some cassettes of course), usual nick knacks, knife (intelligently brought by Varun), marbles (it was a craze in KVA during those times), a football and other necessary things that my memory doesn’t recollect.

As usual, we two brothers reached there at 8 O’clock(we had an excuse………ours was the farthest home among us). But to our utter disappointment we found the gate to be closed……………………………

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