meditation....

darn good thing i say me fellows.... :D


NOTHING....repeat...NOTHING helps you calm down and increase concentration like meditation does...

no..no...this isn't going to be a post advocating the benefits of meditation...or blabbering away about how it helped me...it's just an experience that i felt like blogging about...

ever been in your dream car...on the most awesome road for a drive...alone...and the perfect song suddenly starts playing on radio......ah...bliss...

this is what happened to me... and i broke out in a wide, ear-to-ear smile...[the one droopy does when he says "I'm happy"...?] yeah...that one... :D

and then...cherry on the cake....i saw the cutest little baccha in the car next to me...and it (really difficult to say he/she..apologies..) smiled at me...the most cute and pure smile always comes from kids....you simply CAN'T not smile back... (unless you're like one of my ex's....in her foul mood even cake didn't make her smile...imagine...cake!!!! that too with chocolate frosting!) reminds me of an article on happiness i read (link here)


so where does meditation come here..? it does, doesn't it? :P

well, i got the exact same feeling of happiness and the inner calm after you've done something that you really love....on meditating...

surely a cheaper and easier option than buying a 10 lakh+ car, finding that perfectly awesome road...and making the radio company play the best song for the situation through some bizarre co-incidence...right? :D


let's see how many days i remain hooked on to meditation...

although it hasn't helped much to calm down the nerves yet...and i don't even expect it....with the exams so close...and me not getting any tension at all...as usual.... :P

and yes...i chose the pic above cuz that chick is HOT! :D

so , shiyu letter aaleegettur....

NjoY LyF bloggers :D

the 'bleh' post

Yeah..am in one of those moods...no need to pull your hair...the guy above is doin it for ya...

So,here goes arbit - random - meaningless - you-wont-get-it-cuz-neither-do-i - poem number.......... Did anybody count em..? Pls lemme know if you have...(you jobless sucker) -->


questions abound...and answers beyond my reach...
What is this lesson that life is trying to teach...?

Nevertheless..a feeling of solitary bliss..
Nothing seems today amiss...

Love yourself and you shall be happy..
Who knew this advice would work..no matter how it sounded so crappy... ;)

happiness I have..and found my poison too...
Now the mind yearns for the test to render itself..for when it comes to..

come hither my companions...
we got memories to make...not one or two...but billions!!

this pleasure unknown to me...of the abstract...
Has brought so many changes...and renewed vigour to have that drama,like a veterinarian to enact...

And now the happiness shall never fail to abound.....
After all,won't I forever be around...?

:)

i'm a cold blooded friend killer!!

Cocky n me had a long-standing friendship...dating back to the sunday before last!!

Cocky was my friend...my mentor...my tutor...and to outsiders, the cockroach in my parents' room wash-basin....

Well,our friendship started one fine sunday morning,when I saved him from an obvious death under my dad's killer-slippers...dad was bout to squish him up,when I intervened and asked him if I could just lift him up and throw him outside the window...that way dad won't commit sin and continue to be an animal-lover (he's a pure veggie...and stays away from pastries to avoid the egg in 'em...how he manages,is a mystery to me...not eating cake...??? even the thought...what if there were no pastries and loadsa cream?? *gasp* gimme that can o whipped cream! Quick!)

whew! Close one... :D

yea...and since that sunday morning,cocky used to religiously scare my mom by making an appearance in the wash-basin,(and i used to get more than a few snickers from it...seeing my mom troubled gives me an uncomparable pleasure...troubled childhood,you see..) and I would be summoned...

Then I would throw cocky outta d window, only far enough for him to be able to come back by the next morning...and the loop continued... ;)

but today morning I was witness to a ghastly scene and lotsa pain, while brushing my teeth softly...oh yes..very softly...remember the incarcerage of my wisdom tooth..? Got the stitches removed...so... As I was carefully cleaning the choppers...i saw cocky lying on his back on my bathroom floor!!

I was intrigued..and worried...till I came closer...to see his lower body fevi-quik'd to the floor!!!!

How could this have happened??!!

Then I remembered the small squish I'd heard at nite when I'd woken mid-night to take a leak...had dismissed it as some noise made by my squeaky slippers...


I killed him!!


Ah...well...now gotta find one more pet cockroach...but none will be as good as cocky...his perseverance and patience has taught me to continue troubling and torturing my social contacts...and my mom...my dad...my smaller cousins (these are d BesT to trouble, cuz of the screaming and shouting...troubles the others too...ek teer me do shikaar)...and the other possible bakra's :D



Ah...i shall strive to be as good as you cocky.....may you rest in the sewers..in all the filth and shit that you so love..........

NjoY LyF bloggers!! :D

Beelaady eedeeyotik daag !!

I was bitten by a dog about an hour back...

This dog has a personality disorder ... It thinks tiz a horse!! So..here's the story...

I was walking on the street,as usual,lost in a rumination regarding the future and why LyF's so screwed up..you know,the usual thoughts...

Was listening to a particularly interesting rendering of 'iktara' remixed...

When all of a sudden,out of nowhere, two dogs came running from behind me..the second one had a personality disorder .. It tried to carry me on it's back, thinkin tiz a horse....

But it mis-calculated d weight of my 'light' body frame (snicker*snicker)...little did he know,he that even a ReaL horse finds it a challenge to walk when I sit on it's back..and I fell on the dog's back....

Musta hurt his ego...cuz he turned right back,n bit me on d wrist and tummy... :o

I had to retaliate...so with a strong right-left punch,followed by a tight kick in it's centre,i sent him reeling a few feet away......

Now this is one jockey that dog ain't gonna try horsing around with...ever!! :D


And all this when i was beginning to think life's pretty boring nowadays..!!







:D

NjoY LyF !!

Judge Mental...


Dunno when they became so judgemental..
tiz inexplicable why they are themselves in denial...
Just wish you saw me as the complete person that I am...
And not judge me based on the past..and all the misunderstood glam...

You laughed on me when I was making mistakes..
Jus wish you'd taken the effort to help me put on some brakes...

It angers me to be scoffed at...
to be looked down on and laughed at...

As if you never made those mistakes...
Then why act like such big fakes...?

I just hope I am able to always avoid being so judge-mental...
I'd prefer to make my mistakes instead,small or monumental...

Just wish you'd warned me like he did at the onset itself...
what use is your knowing me,if you are absorbed only in entertaining yourself...?

Empty wishes fill my mind as I'm tempted to cut wood with metal...
But my brain warns me...doesn't let me be....judge-mental..!!


-- to those two judgemental 'friends' of mine. :)

Too cute Ganpati...with the ever-present undir-mama... Jus too cute to not be blogged n posted here!!!

meeting the right people...


are we meant to meet the wrong people before the right ones, so that we appreciate the gift of the right ones....?


no matter how true that is, this is also true, that we should value the wrong people more than the right ones...because they tell us what we DON'T want...


hmmm....tempts me to keep meeting the wrong people...after all, they are so much fun...and we can get another wrong person soon enough.... ;)


where will such experimenting take you, is any one's guess...


but some things once changed, just cannot be reversed...so you got to take care of not experimenting with them...or you will be left yearning to turn back time...and getting to change that one thing...to make yourself 'pure' once again...to be true again... :)


clarity....i think it is highly time-based...what seems to be clarity at one point of time, seems as much a blur as any, at a future point of time...when you have found some more clarity...


life goes on...

and i am back to writing arbit stuff i guess... :P

NjoY LyF!

waiting...

seems to be a really mundane and boring thing to do...

but as some great man said...the fruit of patience is the sweetest...

And at times I like waiting...just waiting for some friend to arrive..or waiting for the right time...waiting for the right person to pass by me...

Sitting in a Barista, waiting for all of my friends to come..this came to my mind..

And it is also rewarding at times...like the cute girl sitting two tables across..
wudnt've noticed her if they all were here..

or wudnt've thought bout writing this...

or glanced upon the street to see a small kid crossing it..surely a new learner...looking first right, then left...then checking it a second time...

reminded me of how I'd read bout this in an encyclopedia...yes,an encyclopedia...the 'proper' way to cross a road. Wonder if I'll ever get that urge to just grab a nice book and sit reading it till the last page...

of course,the book being written by an american author,he'd written it as first look left,then right..

this was one of my first self-learning lessons..i looked at the pic in the book,n saw vehicles on the wrong side of the road...and surmised this was indeed a misprint,and the writer must've seen this pic,n written the steps...

And oh yes...the printer had obviously made a mistake by developing the negative of the photo wrong side Up....!

And all this at 5 yrs of age...!!

I guess it IS true....my brain HAS lost computing power over the years...or else I wud've somehow figured out by now,how to clear this exam that I seem to be stuck with,giving it forever! :P


anyways,enough boring you with arbit stuff...the guys are here...and I'm being summoned to get lost in the crowd and lose my individuality again...

Until next time....


NjoY LyF!! :D

writing a book...


i have started a humble initiative of trying to write a book...

although some friends suggested i take some formal training or at least a workshop...i shall begin writing first...in all of my free time...cuz it gives more hapiness than anything else to me...writing.... :)

any suggestions on wat i shud write about?

awesome rains!!! :D


god! it's raining so awesome today...

felt like dedicating a post to it, so here it is... :)

the cribbing post


yes, i m gonna crib now, n u can close the window if u r not in the mood for complaints. cuz i got a LOT.


first of all, the biggest problem...MoM.
have you seen a snow-clearing machine? picking up any snow coming in it's way...
my mom is the crap cleaning machine in my room. yep. any clothes...dirty napkins (mooh pochhne ke...dirty minds...sheesh!)...and chocolate wrappers etc...are lifted n promptly taken care of...

and i was sorta cool with this...but when the same started happening with the stuff on my table...it is jus NOT DONE! it takes days of precarious balancing and adjusting to manage to have so much crap on my small table....you can't jus come one day,and clear it all off! i mean damn it woman...i take lotsa effort to get my table to the high state of disorganisation .... :O

and of course there is the constant "what have you thought bout ur future? only getting a CA degree isn't enough...bleh bleh...blah blah.." yea mom...get me the degree, n i will do whatever that is needed to make it "enough" for life... :O

then there is the studies...
i think the proximity of the exam is directly proportional to the amount of sleepiness...and after exams, you bloody CAN'T sleep...for a week atleast. :-|

and why...oh god why! are there awesome f1 races just when you are behind schedule and struggling to complete that last chapter...and you gotta sacrifice.....the studies! :P
you dint think i'd miss a race,didja?


and then the stupid friends of ur parents. :-|
"aapke ladke ne ab tak job join nahi kiya? humara bunty to 4 lakhs ka package milata hai"

and they have no idea, that bunty is sloggin his ass off at some comp, makin software for some corporate earning a nice 10 lakhs for his work , or attending calls from an angrez, listening to expletives and going to stress management classes at the age of 20. :)


and then there is d worst of d lot...
"your son is doing CA? very good..very good...ab aap to aram karenge na...aish hai..."

why d fuck cant they keep in their own lives? or at least stay outta mine if you HAVE to put ur stinky nose in other people's goo...

i mean,dad is having a bad time dealing with my inconsonence, n hoping against hope that i don fly off to some foreign country, n join him SOMEday...and people like these add the negtivity and bad karma to my life... :(

now how am i supposed to study with all this going on!!!


sheesh!

more cribbing soon


NjoY LyF bloggers! :D

suicide phone...


the title should rather be my phone's suicide....but suicide phone sounds so much cooler! ;)


well, i have narrated my tragedy to many people...and this jus struck me that it would make an interesting post...so here goes...


well,i was riding the bike on the highway, and it was inside my pants,the kinds that are really tight,and make you wish you hadn't eaten that last burger..?
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i was also wearing a tight jacket on top of it...the typical 'college' banner wala...this one even has a ghastly pic on the back...kinda like the skulls et al..
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and i was listenin to music on d bluetooth
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n suddenly it stopped playin music
now, this normally means that there is an incoming call..
so i pressed d accept button...
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no reply
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pressed it 2-3 times more
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then i jus checked the pants,to find no phone in the pocket :O


pronto u-turn on d highway....to come back bout half a kilometre...and i found it...3 pieces of the screen,and the mangled remains of the back panel. :(


my first reaction was - u suicide freak! :(

and then i gave it a quite ceremony...i was quite the next whole day, while dad ceremoniously filled my ears (and i swear, a bit of the brain too...yes,i DO listen to my parents when they scold).. with choice expletives about my lousiness and carelesness...and utter disregard for bleh bleh...is wat i remember now...


but well....this resulted in this phone that i am blogging from....nokia is pretty good after all...(gotta say that so this phone doesn't feel bad n commit suicide too)


and that, was the suicide phone story. :)

cheerio bloggers!!!

NjoY LyF!