No moment in life will repeat itself. And each moment has its value. Memories, they say cannot suffice for a living. A quest, a zeal. The power to carry on after taking hit after hit after hit. Because life hits. And no one needs to come and hit. It will hit, the ones who carry on will carry on. The ones who wont will try to forget their emptiness.
Oh!, I was telling about how a moment is golden. Remember the last time you saw your mom. Can you? Do you respect your folks? if you do, can you relive the emotions now? I cannot. Need to keep moving, lest life might attack. Beware of the golden glove. Live every moment with so much reality that you do not need to hold another old crutch.
There are two ways of living. One, enjoying one big success. The other, keep going. There will be no end. I choose the latter. There will be nothing to be happy, nothing to be sad, nothing superficial but nothing really bad.I choose to live my life MY WAY.
Emotions should be helping rather than hurting. Look at the bigger picture, do it for them. for Them, if not for you. Show them their share of pride they get from your success.Go!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
blogthing
You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.
You give and take equally in relationships.
You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.
You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.
You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.
So says a blogthing about me. It is funny how it could tell me about myself in less than ten questions. But, how true is it? Who cares?
we live away for another day, not me, not today.
You give and take equally in relationships.
You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.
You're secretly hoping your partner will change for you.
You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.
So says a blogthing about me. It is funny how it could tell me about myself in less than ten questions. But, how true is it? Who cares?
we live away for another day, not me, not today.
Dark clouds loom the sky. The stench of death is smellable. (there is no word for the ability to smell:Sunil). The only other creaute alive here is that poor ant or the prying lizard. I look twice before I decide this is not the right time and wait.
People are moving. Fast. Its like the game we used to play as kids-statue. I have just become that. NO motion, just looking at everything that happens. People love statues as statues are no threat to them. Howl, Zabimaru!!!!
Who can forget that half-hollow half-shinigami Ichigo? Losing all powers, he still had the will to fight. The will released his new unknown power.
The reiatsu can really be felt. Spirit power exists. And I believe I am gaining it back. Do you not feel a sense of something that is more powerful,comfortable and clear than others as it moves by? That is its spirit power, reiatsu.
When you are free of a small mental obstacle, it matters a lot to the mind. I found it true that I actually feel light. Calm, but enthusiastic.
I was made to wonder how I solve my problems. Now, I am thinking. I never tackle my problems. I just shove them away in a vault. And when they are unbearable, I try to move myself away. Not anymore, worst fears, come on-right on my face. I need organized progress. Or else, my mind remains ill at ease. My mind has been ill at ease since more than an year.
I wonder what people do all day. The computers have ruined life. And traces of it still fly in the air. I want to keep them together. Hold them and make them live again.
The desert with its golden dark sand,endless and complete. The delta with its rich flora and fauna, aptly called greenery. The first rains that wet the parched earth make the heart joyful. The little squirrel biting a nut makes one inquisitive. Life has been made to love. in the right way. The beauty of life can never end(females included). The obsession with the opposite sex is not justified. There is a limit in each kind of a pleasure. When obsession starts, one pleasure is gained at the cost of another. Living is a pleasure. A wholesome experience. The pain of realization is a pleasure. The touch of reality a pleasure. Be above the small intricacies and squabbles. Leave in peace.
People are moving. Fast. Its like the game we used to play as kids-statue. I have just become that. NO motion, just looking at everything that happens. People love statues as statues are no threat to them. Howl, Zabimaru!!!!
Who can forget that half-hollow half-shinigami Ichigo? Losing all powers, he still had the will to fight. The will released his new unknown power.
The reiatsu can really be felt. Spirit power exists. And I believe I am gaining it back. Do you not feel a sense of something that is more powerful,comfortable and clear than others as it moves by? That is its spirit power, reiatsu.
When you are free of a small mental obstacle, it matters a lot to the mind. I found it true that I actually feel light. Calm, but enthusiastic.
I was made to wonder how I solve my problems. Now, I am thinking. I never tackle my problems. I just shove them away in a vault. And when they are unbearable, I try to move myself away. Not anymore, worst fears, come on-right on my face. I need organized progress. Or else, my mind remains ill at ease. My mind has been ill at ease since more than an year.
I wonder what people do all day. The computers have ruined life. And traces of it still fly in the air. I want to keep them together. Hold them and make them live again.
The desert with its golden dark sand,endless and complete. The delta with its rich flora and fauna, aptly called greenery. The first rains that wet the parched earth make the heart joyful. The little squirrel biting a nut makes one inquisitive. Life has been made to love. in the right way. The beauty of life can never end(females included). The obsession with the opposite sex is not justified. There is a limit in each kind of a pleasure. When obsession starts, one pleasure is gained at the cost of another. Living is a pleasure. A wholesome experience. The pain of realization is a pleasure. The touch of reality a pleasure. Be above the small intricacies and squabbles. Leave in peace.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
S L O W
sometimes things happen so fast that you do not see them. And sometimes, they take so long that the effect is forever. You have a presentation in six months. The snail keeps moving in its attempt to reach the other end of the road. But, why the other end? it could get crushed easily in between. And it has no defense for itself. But, it keeps moving. Are we snails? Well, a bit more developed mentally and physically, so we need to think whether we need to cross. Or we need to cross because we see a more secure, clean life. The basic platform for survival.
The speakers blare out idle music. The music evaporates like smoke. They leave no effect. The mind is so occupied with nothing , that nothing takes over you.
I look at myself and admire my long hair. Perhaps a bath would do me good. I look for those dodging eyes at popular places. I leave those subtle hints which are established by time. I see no effect. I look at people asking if they are looking good. I nod a half-certain approval. People happy. Do I look good? It doesnt matter, does it? Will it be ok, if I look good because I think I do? After all, everyone around is trying to look good. Maybe looking good is good for the man in the society. Or, may be...just maybe,.... is looking good a stress buster? maybe once you look good you need not worry about looking good, once you are certain that is. How far are the people in their 3/4ths or ulta topis influencing me? Confusion. Scratch hair. Scratch hair on other places too. Scratching diverts the mind. Thinking of whether people noticed my scratching. Maybe I should not have scratched. Scratching crotch in public place is not encouraged by our culture. But, in the first place, I was never feeling itchy. It was just to divert attention from ulta topi waaalas to me. Now, that people are looking, you do not want them to look. That is exactly how the middle class is formed. Thinking they want something, and once they get it, they no longer want it. Going to upper class means, wearing the ulta topees and showing people that you are different. Lower class means not even considering the topiwallas as human . We, the stupid middle class shall remain here till we die.
People all over the world(also called DAIICT) assume that you are worthless. Unable to complete btech. I challenge you to stand in my place and consider yourself worthful. You cannot. Pathetic foolios, it is my standing that makes me still alive. It is my ability to ignore the dogs. Keep barking..Not that I can ignore you forever, but I when you are too much of a nuisance I shall call in the dog cathing squad or throw you a bone. About curiousity, or concern, there is a wee bit of confusion among people. People think they are showing concern, when they are curious about me. What do you think I am made of? Cow dung? I can see you are curious to know about my condition and feel good. Go home and rejoice.
How long should a report be? what font should I use? what color should I use? what dpi should I use for my graphic? ...if u could also tell me what to write, and what grade to expect, I might as well quit. Try to see if what I do is comprehendable, if so, it should be fine. I agree about universal standards for faster information processing. But, if the standards are imposed for the heck of it, rather than on a research paper, it will be like the monkey who wore spectacles.
The labs remain empty, people sit at gallas and discuss their problems. The faculty keeps refreshing their mail ists and delete mails from students. Students keep awake the whole night in an attempt to find that rare ascarapallabura axe that can inflict 200% damage. Or for that item, I do not remember. Win the game and feel happy. Least you/I could do.
The speakers blare out idle music. The music evaporates like smoke. They leave no effect. The mind is so occupied with nothing , that nothing takes over you.
I look at myself and admire my long hair. Perhaps a bath would do me good. I look for those dodging eyes at popular places. I leave those subtle hints which are established by time. I see no effect. I look at people asking if they are looking good. I nod a half-certain approval. People happy. Do I look good? It doesnt matter, does it? Will it be ok, if I look good because I think I do? After all, everyone around is trying to look good. Maybe looking good is good for the man in the society. Or, may be...just maybe,.... is looking good a stress buster? maybe once you look good you need not worry about looking good, once you are certain that is. How far are the people in their 3/4ths or ulta topis influencing me? Confusion. Scratch hair. Scratch hair on other places too. Scratching diverts the mind. Thinking of whether people noticed my scratching. Maybe I should not have scratched. Scratching crotch in public place is not encouraged by our culture. But, in the first place, I was never feeling itchy. It was just to divert attention from ulta topi waaalas to me. Now, that people are looking, you do not want them to look. That is exactly how the middle class is formed. Thinking they want something, and once they get it, they no longer want it. Going to upper class means, wearing the ulta topees and showing people that you are different. Lower class means not even considering the topiwallas as human . We, the stupid middle class shall remain here till we die.
People all over the world(also called DAIICT) assume that you are worthless. Unable to complete btech. I challenge you to stand in my place and consider yourself worthful. You cannot. Pathetic foolios, it is my standing that makes me still alive. It is my ability to ignore the dogs. Keep barking..Not that I can ignore you forever, but I when you are too much of a nuisance I shall call in the dog cathing squad or throw you a bone. About curiousity, or concern, there is a wee bit of confusion among people. People think they are showing concern, when they are curious about me. What do you think I am made of? Cow dung? I can see you are curious to know about my condition and feel good. Go home and rejoice.
How long should a report be? what font should I use? what color should I use? what dpi should I use for my graphic? ...if u could also tell me what to write, and what grade to expect, I might as well quit. Try to see if what I do is comprehendable, if so, it should be fine. I agree about universal standards for faster information processing. But, if the standards are imposed for the heck of it, rather than on a research paper, it will be like the monkey who wore spectacles.
The labs remain empty, people sit at gallas and discuss their problems. The faculty keeps refreshing their mail ists and delete mails from students. Students keep awake the whole night in an attempt to find that rare ascarapallabura axe that can inflict 200% damage. Or for that item, I do not remember. Win the game and feel happy. Least you/I could do.
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