Day Dreaming at Chawri

Yesterday I went to chawri bazar, for some work. Not that its the first time I went there.Been to it many times earlier as well.

Houses built upon the stacking principle, narrow lanes, wide entrances of the doors, moghul style air vents at one side of the walls of the rooms, Very high ceilings , two wooden partitions making a complete gate are some of the obviously observable traits. Apart from these, milling crowd which isn't milling by the way,people bumping into each other, tongas still plying in the alleys, a place where a pedometer of a man can easily beat the odometer of any vehicle.

Also its a commercial hub, whole sellers, intense business activities originate from here and regulating the inflow of currency in the market and contributing to the change of the micro economic variables to quite an extent.

Why am I writing all this?

yesterday I got a chance to explore the innards of this subset of old delhi.

A series of long twisted and intersecting lanes make this part of the city. I felt some kind of dampness in the air there. It was anachronistic .I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to settle down and produce a clearer image. Then I looked upward. I expected the background to get changed to sepia and me time travelling to the era, when the buildings there spoke of their owner. I found people busy in their chores.divide on the basis of religion was unknown here.

Some small kids scampered along the alley, their mothers calling them out and cursing them.

Street food is more mouth watering and worth savoring then ever here.on peeping through I can easily spot the oil wicks hanging in the middle of almost every room. seeing me is a female from a balcony above, a women ,a fair skinned as implicit by her face, her head covered with black robe like cloth,large black metal danglers are hanging majestically from her ears and she is smiling all the way looking at me.

Just then a pushcart, gave me a slight shove and this day dream at chawri came to an abrupt end.

vainglorious basterds

why do people involve in tussles? i am groping for the answer without much success.

but when was he last time i was successful at something?

i dont remember exactly.

so it doesnt matter,who cares?

i get involved in lot of tussles and i kindaa like them,as blabbering something and nothing is of sheer interest to me.

i envy those who are very successful at these and mark important statements during such ethical baatcheet sessions(BC sessions for short).those bastards are such fine orators and they use their speech so eloquently that seems very impressive and convincing.may be sometime later you might reflect upon whatever uttered and conclude it to be something blah blah blah by some arbitrary ass. but this blah blah blah had impressed you at its moment.

this convincing bastard word has some power in it,and has stupendously diversified applications.

it has been a savior for dont know how long.

blah

The Answer

"To hell with individualism, why do you keep harping about it?" she said

"because its something I believe into"I said hesitantly and unsure of myself.

"whatever ! I dont like her" she said.

"whatever!"I said.

The snippet of the conversation is at least 5 years old.

At that time I didn't had the answer.But today I have one definitely.

I see myself, I see my friends, I see my foes and those to whom I am indifferent to.

before I say anything.One small activity, it seems to be an easy one. But you need to do it very honestly. If you are not true to yourself , then you are a second hand person . and its a sad thing .

Close your eyes, or dont close ur eyes. Its your own wish.

Think of those things , which you did in your past life and you consider them to be achievements . Howsoever small they might be, howsoever petty they seem to other people , but they mean something to you. even think of those which this world doesnt knows or havent been exposed to the world, kind of virgin.

Now , have a glance at all of them. They might look diverse from the surface but they are unified somewhere. You cant blurt out No String Attached.

Now ask yourself , why you succeeded in accomplishing them. What was the driving force ?

tick the right option

1. wanted to please parents

2. wanted fame

3. similar to above 2.

4. none of the above.

I ll tell you.If you had done the above activity honestly , then I guess you would have chosen the 4th option. even though if you dont have courage to accept it publicly.

It was driven by ego, your own ego , your own desire to succeed in whatever you undertook.

some people dont accept the fact that they have ego in them. I ll call them broke and spineless. take any example in this world , dash out any from the history, you will see it has

always been one man against the other . Socrates, Copernicus, Einstein, Napolean, Hitler, Tendulkar etc.

Why doesn't Tata stops his factories and live his life doing nothing at all. He has earned enuough to feed whole world for quite sometime .

Its his desire to excel, not in eyes of anyone, but in his own eyes. To get himself faced with new challenges everyday and presenting himself with new harder problems each day of his life.

His work is his passion.

From now on I ll talk in first person. Although its difficult but Let me try.

I am the reason behind my first person.I have an ego to cater to, which is my own.

I see all around myself successful people. Successful and talkative people.

I have always thought, why I am here and why they are up the ladder.

I am good at certain things and have knowledge, not for discourse but for myself.But I am still here.(Its lame I know, But thats me!!)

The reason is , I was good once.I have the potential. But dont have the courage.

Talking of selflessness and humanity, I think giving alms and donating to charity is very very easy. You just need to open your wallet and take some money out and give it to them.

But the real test is in standing with an idea. standing for an idea . standing for the soul which had created the idea.standing by the ideology is the greatest difficulty. No one teaches you how to stand, but yourself.

Soul is something which cant be killed.It must be broken. and it can break only if we allow it to break. when we throttle ourselves with the ideas of the society , of those of our neighbors . all of this might seem right to everyone, because thats how the society works . but society does changes, change is the law of nature.

Coming to mediocrity. mediocrity is something which will refute most of the theories. all the abstactness is falsified by the mediocrity.There are only 2 sides of a coin, heads or tails.akin to this. you are good at something, or bad at something. with practice you can be okayish at something, but that wont be you, because your real talent lies somewhere else.

I complain, My friends complain, my relatives and all of them whine that they dont love their job.

I got it today, why we don't love it, because we don't want to do it and hiding ourselves in some lame excuses . If we have the courage to stand by what we want to do, then words such as hate and love wont have any meaning.

The fact is I am not good at so called mediocrity even. In mediocrity there are layers rather then abstract sides. higher mediocre, medium mediocre, lower mediocre.

chilling out and having a break seems to be demeaning to me, coz if u really love something then you cant let it go or even think of slipping it out of u in the dreams too.

I go out to movie every weekend, not beacuse I love it, because I find the gap of 2 days difficult to fulfill.

So that I can go back to the same life of bonds and bondages again without any problems.

As Kalam has said: dreams are not something that you see while you are sleeping, they are something that dont let you sleep.

I am happy I have The Answer now!!

The Answer

"To hell with individualism, why do you keep harping about it?" she said

"because its something I believe into"I said hesitantly and unsure of myself.

"whatever ! I dont like her" she said.

"whatever!"I said.

The snippet of the conversation is at least 5 years old.

At that time I didn't had the answer.But today I have one definitely.

I see myself, I see my friends, I see my foes and those to whom I am indifferent to.

before I say anything.One small activity, it seems to be an easy one. But you need to do it very honestly. If you are not true to yourself , then you are a second hand person . and its a sad thing .

Close your eyes, or dont close ur eyes. Its your own wish.

Think of those things , which you did in your past life and you consider them to be achievements . Howsoever small they might be, howsoever petty they seem to other people , but they mean something to you. even think of those which this world doesnt knows or havent been exposed to the world, kind of virgin.

Now , have a glance at all of them. They might look diverse from the surface but they are unified somewhere. You cant blurt out No String Attached.

Now ask yourself , why you succeeded in accomplishing them. What was the driving force ?

tick the right option

1. wanted to please parents

2. wanted fame

3. similar to above 2.

4. none of the above.

I ll tell you.If you had done the above activity honestly , then I guess you would have chosen the 4th option. even though if you dont have courage to accept it publicly.

It was driven by ego, your own ego , your own desire to succeed in whatever you undertook.

some people dont accept the fact that they have ego in them. I ll call them broke and spineless. take any example in this world , dash out any from the history, you will see it has

always been one man against the other . Socrates, Copernicus, Einstein, Napolean, Hitler, Tendulkar etc.

Why doesn't Tata stops his factories and live his life doing nothing at all. He has earned enuough to feed whole world for quite sometime .

Its his desire to excel, not in eyes of anyone, but in his own eyes. To get himself faced with new challenges everyday and presenting himself with new harder problems each day of his life.

His work is his passion.

From now on I ll talk in first person. Although its difficult but Let me try.

I am the reason behind my first person.I have an ego to cater to, which is my own.

I see all around myself successful people. Successful and talkative people.

I have always thought, why I am here and why they are up the ladder.

I am good at mathematics, at physics, I have hell lot of knowledge not for discourse but for myself.But I am still here.(Its lame I know, But thats me!!)

The reason is , I was good once.I have the potential. But dont have the courage.

Talking of selflessness and humanity, I think giving alms and donating to charity is very very easy. You just need to open your wallet and take some money out and give it to them.

But the real test is in standing with an idea. standing for an idea . standing for the soul which had created the idea.standing by the ideology is the greatest difficulty. No one teaches you how to stand, but yourself.

Soul is something which cant be killed.It must be broken. and it can break only if we allow it to break. when we throttle ourselves with the ideas of the society , of those of our neighbors . all of this might seem right to everyone, because thats how the society works . but society does changes, change is the law of nature.

Coming to mediocrity. mediocrity is something which will refute most of the theories. all the abstactness is falsified by the mediocrity.There are only 2 sides of a coin, heads or tails.akin to this. you are good at something, or bad at something. with practice you can be okayish at something, but that wont be you, because your real talent lies somewhere else.

I complain, My friends complain, my relatives and all of them whine that they dont love their job.

I got it today, why we don't love it, because we don't want to do it and hiding ourselves in some lame excuses . If we have the courage to stand by what we want to do, then words such as hate and love wont have any meaning.

chilling out and having a break seems to be demeaning to me, coz if u really love something then you cant let it go or even think of slipping it out of u in the dreams too.

I go out to movie every weekend, not beacuse I love it, because I find the gap of 2 days difficult to fulfill.

So that I can go back to the same life of bonds and bondages again without any problems.

As Kalam has said: dreams are not something that you see while you are sleeping, they are something that dont let you lseep.

feeling dispirited

dispirited

dispirited

psycho

death exchanged

gulp

talked to fateh and reddy after a length, finally got their correct numbers in my phone.

They share b'days .

2 good personalities.(2 does not implies too)

whom do i write for?

Although I am not an avid writer, but I still brag about it .errr....ok

whosoever reads it, complains about the length and about the relevance of the topics.

and those who don't read ask me the name and then complain about the length and difficulty in remembering this name.

some duel with me on the topic of following of the blog written by any arbit person.

whenever I hear such comments, my memory just drags me 2 years back, when I came back home to live full time here after 4 yrs. Truly speaking I had great difficulty in adjusting back here,Back there at college howsoever I bragged about Delhi, I knew that I am indifferent to it.

It wasn't only the changes that I had to adapt to the daily life after coming back here , but yes change in routine and acting like a a decent person was hard .

Double meaning sentences kept my brain flooded and I was complacent enough to smile and laugh together whenever I remembered something situational.

Things with friends were not good either, with friends came their own friends and with that usually started some bitching.

One thing that amazed me that they have this unique capability to comment on each and everything.I was bewildered.Why cant they just be ****(Nothing censored here, I just couldn't remember the word).

well 2 years have passed, and from the perspective of sociology I have understood and completely in, for the motion of the fact that humans can adjust according to the situations , howsoever worse they can be.

I digressed again from my main theme, and with this digression I also forgot what I was willing to write, except the fact that I write for myself.

selfish Brat!

ahhhhhh!!!

It might sound vulgar, but today when I was going to the washroom , a female , a plump one was coming out of the women's rest room(men's and women's washroom are adjacent to each other). and just when she pulled the door open , she heaved a sigh of relief ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!(or with some extra 'h') :D

I was wondering, what it would be inside the women's restroom, so relieving that her heave was so much ecstatic.

I pondered over this issue for a considerable amount of time.

possibilities:

1. she had taken the sigh of relief just after doing whatever relived her, and was so much pleased and wanted to tell the whole world about her happiness(this is very much possible , as she can be a socially affable person, who likes to share )

2. Physics can be behind this: speed of light is definitely much greater then speed of sound. she would have made the sound inside the lavatory, but it reached me later.and she emerged before then her sound.

3. she has used the lavatory first time in her life , thats why she is so much relieved and happy(after all she will be counted among so called high society)

4. Some adjustment bureau is plotting against her.They just made the sound according to her lip movement, so as to socially degrade her(its very unlikely, because only I was present at that time, and I care 2 hoots about her, but care much about this blog, thats y I am writing this )

5.She is suffering from dyslexia.

6. she is suffering from ghajini.

7. She is suffering from constipation.

8.She is from some secret agent service, some under cover cop and it was some code that she wanted to give or was mistaken me from the same fraternity to which she belonged to.

9.this option cant be spoken of , in public(statistical results of vox populi says that).

whatever it is, she will be a good manager, because she is vociferous and is vocal of what she feels.

conclusion: those who fart, burp, hawk , spit in public are good managers or are budding talents for managers

lemma 1 : Indians are born managers

lemma 2: that is why IIM are in India.

Ants, Aunts and Lizards

I am admitting that whatever I write and the heading that I give to it have totally no connection. But what to do, I am like this only.

I do not like reptiles, they are so filthy and repulsive. With Lizards I have a relation of instinctive dislike. They are so creepy. With the passage of time, I have seen those simple yellow colored lizards are not seen anywhere easily, they have been replaced by their more hideous counterpart, which are brown black in color and have scales on their bodies.

I remember , when I was preparing for the entrance exams , I used to study in my room and daily at dawn , these creatures used to come out of their homes, usually behind the tubelights and some other corners.and with it was usually the inception of some gang war. two or more gangs of lizards, each group claiming the reign on their walls. Numerous times I have seen them running behind each other, biting each other, hissing sounds and even have tolerated the smell of their farts. yes these bastards fart as well and its hell intolerable too.

These bloody creatures have wasted my innumerable hours, I have spent hundreds of hours in lizard gazing . wow! I can add one more activity in my resume, and if not resume, then at least facebook, twitter profile.

I am suffering from lizardoJumpingPhobia , whenever I see one, I get the feeling that it will jump on my head. So this blog is about my developing LizardoJumpingPhobia .

One day I entered my room , and saw this little creature on one of the wall. it was hovering all over the place and by the look on its face it was apparent that it was having a fairly good and liberal time .

I said: WTF are you doing here, get out right now.

Lizard was scampering all over the place especially on the Michael Jackson and my favorite Calvin and Hobbs poster.

There was a Paris Hilton poster as well.

Lizard, with a quite annoyed look on its face (as I had intervened in her so called good time).

it jumped on me, and I fell down flat face on the floor.It took me by my throat and started strangulating me and also started banging my head against the wall.But somehow, I got off from her reach and spat on her.The next moment the lizard was lying on floor holding its crotch.

She gave a look as if its Megatron and will unleash the decepticons on me one day.

This fear is still swarming in my brain.

Enough for my hatred for lizards.

Aunts:

I hate them, I despise them.

Especially those who are too nosy, and bulky as well. well most of them are like that only.

I feel quite amazed that they have this special ability to ask any question that they should not ask and they can discuss each matter that exists and does not exists.

although some of them are good , but most of them lie in the annoying category!

I hope they dont follow this blog.

Control System

They say , it has a considerable effect on you , if you ever try to go in that direction.

It was my 2nd year, 3rd sem to be precise and a night of the winter.nothing was extraordinary, except i was too pleased to go out and join some b'day celebrations or to do any other arbit stuff, the world of chatting was kindaa new and buyokotten's product was already sweeping the success.

1 am in the morning .the door was banged open shamelessly, as if some hero is entering in a cheap hindi flick .

It was my roomie,Atul(bhind).

A: kya kar raha hai?

me: a smile answered all.

A: aaj CR se party lee hai.

me:hmm,(eyes still on screen)

by then, A had declared by his actions that he was off to sleep.

after 5 minutes from going to his bed

A: prep ho gayi.

me: hmm

me: prep, kis cheez ki?

A:electronics waalon ka kal practical hai naa.

me:(virtually fucked)

me: how come it skipped my mind yaar. damn, ab kya karoon?

A: (laughing insanely)

me:maine to file bhi nahin banai. Fuck this orkut.

A: kisi se le le.

me: checked ,MG was online. pinged him

me: MG yaar file de de mein aa raha hoon room pe.

MG: abe mein to CS khel raha tha abi tak, 1 baar bhi nahin padha, kis se padhonga mein..

after 5 mins of online persuasions, he gave in

at 2:05 am I had the file from MG and at 4 , my file was ready.

next day practical was of course a deaf and dumb performance by me.

:p

The milky way

Some memories make u laugh, some make u feel disgusted , some make u feel lighter and so on.But some of them are just bizarre, when they streak off somewhere in ur mind, u feel the objectiveness of the emotions associated with them. They are not exactly inexplicable but deciphering them is definitely incomprehensible .

In my engineering years, the bad part was always coming back home for a long period.This memory is associated with the 2 month vacation before the start of the final year of engg. being home meant getting robbed of ur dignity and all the good habits I had acquired staying away from home. for that articular period I had to give up my new ways of life, which are definitely procrastination and apathy . Not only this, with all the sorrows the compulsion to get up early in the morning was also there and helping family people out in their daily chores, which was really painful .

So one fine evening, my lazybums were ordered to bring some 2-3 kg yellow sugar, I went to the nearby store and while coming back I thought of taking a long route rather then the obvious one.

I had my earphones on as well, because I had acquired a new mp3 player recently. One thing which is very particular about the area where I live is that there are ot of old people, so quite a peaceful place but yes their whining also get started at the drop of the hat.

Here i was walking ,within a distance of 25 m I saw Mrs.Kaur(Kaur Aunty) .Now something about her. She is 60-70 year old, with very visible mustache and beard ;) She stays alone and prefers to do all her work on her own. she has been living here for past 30 years,and she has always looked the same since I was in 1st or 2nd standard.she has a hobby also, any tennis ball or plastic ball(andaa) which touches her by mistake ,she will keep it , any ball if ever dropped in her porch will be lost forever, because she will keep it. by this time, i suppose she must have 2-3 thousand tennis balls with her. she whines a lot . So i was walking and she was in very visible range. she was having a vessel o carry the milk and it was filled with milk as it was visible from the condensation drops outside the vessel.

A weird thought ran across my mind, what will happen if i hit my bag containing sugar with her vessel.I just had thought this, the next moment I heard a cacophony punjabi reprimanding someone and bad luck, that some one was me only. There must have been some bad coordination among the brain and the reflexes generated , as this time it had happened simultaneously, as it was very visible from the spilled milk on the road.

The cacophony was getting mixed up with the voice from the mp3 player,which was playing some English song, but whatever it was the song and the cacophony mix was not a promising one.I unplugged my ears, and aunty's voice became more clear.As such scenes were quite common with Kaur aunty, so people kept themselves to their business, except some typical aunty type stuff, who came to her rescue,they were 3 in number.

One voice: auntyji , u are not hurt, are you?

Mrs K: hai, mera doodh gir gaya.(milk is spilled)

Mrs K: munde tenu jedi tameez ni hegi, ki apna thaila hila hila ke chalda peya ae.(dont u have manners, why are u swaying ur bag like this)

me: sorry aunty, wo pata nai kaise lag gaya aapko, mein pay kar deta hoon

Mrs K : aajkal ke bachya noo, jara tameez hegi ee nai, vekho mainu paise denda peya aye.

Kaanan vich taaran paaye hue, kamle bande firde hain.( children today dont have iota of manners in them, just keep their ears plugged with earphones, and see he is offering money to me for his mistake)

me: searching for money in the pockets ;p

with this and some more whining she mend her way and i started to mine.

Sometimes when i reflect upon this incident i never understand why and what made me to do that act , funny act i mean , what exactly leadto the discoordination.

but whatever it was it was funny(for me at least)

randimosity

how randomness is an important part of our lives, I mean if it goes along a curve without any possible tangents then its definitely a sucker punch.and too much sine -cosines will cause things to go too much out of bounds. people want to be politically correct always. i dont know why.

even I do. I mean there is some sort of avarice in human brain to be politically correct. the degree of political correctness might vary from person to person.

to be continued.....

Manor farm

First things ist, Manor farm is quite famous(only to those who have read animal farm by orwell). I could not think of any name to this blog so decided to go on with an arbit one.so continuing with the legacy of the animals in the society ,lets drag our bums(lazy in my case) to the inception of the story. I know its a corny one but yes the starting line is once upon a time.

once upon a time there was a cow, not just any cow, a horny cow(should i apologize to those whose bosoms i have hurt badly). the horny cow was just living happily in the world without any problems. Once she was flirting around in a farm when she bumped into a horny bull. The horny bull was a smart ass and son of a big goon, was showing off his diamond studded horns and Gucci belt on his neck. so every one knows what happens when 2 horny creatures meet. after the encounter, our cow whose name is ummm....integration started thinking like any ordinary female and started weaving and was actually lost in the golden world of her own in which integral and the bull,force, will live together.

days and nights went past and their horniness grew stronger and stronger. and force was using the integration.

their love lore came to the eye of bull's father ,majestic majesty pig.pig's name was differential and was against the integration of integration and force.

differential was a major political figure and was very powerful in the society. from ants to squirrels , all approached to him and showed him their loyalty so as to avoid his evil eye on them.

one fine day , both the horny bull, force and the cow, integration were having fun and were creating different instances in space . the game of love was seen by variable singh,a dog and very loyal boot licker of differential.the pig immediately dispatched its army of filthiness,dirt and environmental pollution to the point where the lovers were.

Now because the horny cow was very athletic and healthy since childhood,she survived the attacks and the bull, who was afraid of pig , immediately left her.

cow was devastated, and after some days of rona-dhona she decided to take revenge from the baap-beta . She needed to be powerful to avenge , which was possible with money only. so she started surfing naukari-dila-do.com, badla-waadi-attitude.com etc etc . but nothing came her way. then one of her friend the ass, told her about importance of education. she decided to join IIT/NIT/REC and IIM/FMS/XLRI(for PG ) in a place called India. she took a flight and came to India and joined Electronics engineering .she found many ass, pigs,donkeys,dogs,mules in her college. she didnt actually slogged but maintained a fine balance between her studies and horny life. after 4 years she got her degree and with it she also realized the mistake of her(every one knows people who go for electronics don get a job). furious and adamant ,she build some electromagnetic pulse bombs and blew the building of her college.

now even after 4 years, integration could not contain the power of differential.

dejected and defeated , our protagonist signed upon kuch-bhi-likho.com, and started her blog.

one day her grief grew so strong that she started singing.

her singing was not ordinary, it was not real one she composed imaginary songs and she called them the 'i'(iota) songs. the i songs were imaginary . in ordinary songs music fills ur ears and environment with rhythms and symphonies. but in imaginary songs none of this happened, they were imaginary, nothing happened never ever not a bit, not a sound.

but they were quite famous and mysterious though.

differential the pig , was in planet M one day and was groping for some good music when he saw the 'i' album . he bought it immediately. he went to his barn and switched on his Bose system, inserted the CD , he waited and waited but nothing came. non plussed, he was totally engrossed in unearthing the mystery behind i songs. he studied on google.com and wikipedia about the complex analysis.

aam janta didnt gave much heed to the 'i' album. but pig was adamant.after some splendid effort he knew that i songs were recorded in Argand-planes of India. he immediately took an asteroid to those planes , but incompatibility issues were raised as soon as he reached there. he was always sent off to the real planes, pig got stuck in the infinite loop and the vicious circle of real to imaginary , and perished ultimately.

and our protagonist won finally.

modesty,show off ,modesty and show off

...To be continued....

whatever I wanted to write about, the feelings , they have sunk down a little , So it will be better to sit for a while and reflect upon it rather then hitting keys haphazardly.

Parabola

In higher mathematics I have studied somewhere that the 2 arms of the parabola meet at infinity(Even if the fact is good for nothing, you are just mistaken as it has become the starting lines of my this .....(blog/writing/whatever)).

While coming home in the cab today, I saw a little girl in the car adjacent to ours playing with the scales, the Libran scales.I looked at her and at her toy with great interest, the scales were swaying to one direction and then to other.Just then that girl looked at me ,a white and a numb face, I must admit that it was a peculiar face with an unusual flair.

I was thinking hard what is so unusual about it, then it struck to me,her EYES. they were so so penetrating, pitch black,so intense that Roentgen could have used her for his X ray experiments.

hmm....I digressed from the main point.

the point was not that girl , neither were her eyes.

after seeing her, somewhere from the stacks of my memory a dialogue flashed through ,very similar to when a person gets back his "khoi hui yaadasht" in ghisi piti bollywood flick.

Someone once said to me,you live in extremes, you are never stable, either you are too happy or just completely detached. you live on the edge and blah blah....

by now you wud have guessed the gender of the speaker as well.

anyways, thats not the point either.

Neither I am the subject of this writing...

now parabola comes to the picture, the arms are definitely diverging both as the function of time and space but they meet somewhere at infinte, now drag your ass to that point and imagine the behaviour of the curve, it wud be like the alphabet 'X'-converging-meeting-diverging.

now lets come to real life sweet and sour are two extremes of taste, gooseberry i think its aanwla , most sour thing ever went to my mouth tastes sweet if u try to devour the taste(its a reality).

same can be possible for sweet as well(I dont have proofs for this one).

lets come to reel life: Christopher Nolan in his movie th dark knight, chose the joker as the bad guy.Why? joker is thought to be a person who is light hearted and fun loving, he showed the inverted form of joker in the masterpiece character.

I am sitting in this cramped bar and instead of getting drunk n wasted , doing this blog shit.

my thoughts are going haywire!!

they say a pesrson who never gets angry turns to a mad bull when he is furious.

in all the examples, i dunno why am i able to see some symmetric relationship.

u dont need a phase shift of 180 degree for getting to the other part,u can just simply walk over the circle which connects them.

good-bad,happy-sad,sour-sweet are not extremes, they are well connected by strong invisible threads which lead to each other.

keep living in extremes,u ll love it.

Canines G0 Bo!nk

I don't detest them,but definitely not too fond of them either. frankly speaking, I feel like throwing up multicolored puke just at the mere thought of sleeping with a pet,cuddling , snogging ,and letting it lick you!

ewww!!

thats disgusting(to me of course,and i dont care about others in this regard)!

some may think ,i am going haywire and just another moron giving his crap and shitless opinions!

my answer to them- "they consider it crap and shitless because they have so much to care about their pets as they are being filled with more and more crap and shit by their mute companions,so in front of all the holy droppings and poop ,its shitless,i admit!!"

i focus on the dogs,because that is the first animal that ur brainy brain generates on hearing the word pet!

why do people like dogs as their friend?

'this is the question'..well it never came to the socrates sitting in my mind until i heard robert de'niro telling ben stiller ,over their preference of pets.

i plagiarize a lot, i admit it!

and will continue to do it,as long as i can.

but howsoever dumb a person can be,his brain never fails to pop out weird questions,there is some question generating code which is trapped in an infinite loop,and its so effective that gives the ability to raise doubts on the intersection and union of both 'everything and none'.

this all general philosophy was to demonstrate my desire to further explore the dogs/bitches and their owners.

:))

dogs are great at wagging their tails and so are their masters.

when they come home dogs go lunatic and wag tails as enthusiastically as when somebody relieves itself from great indigestion.

the dog is happy coz he sees the master and the master is happy coz he gets the assurance that at least someone is there in this bloody world who likes him and is ready to take his tempers, and for a change, there is a living being who is not scared at his hideous face!

and this works fine,a symbiotic relationship!

a dog is a shallow animal,keeps on telling the world that he loves it and needs love.care and different types of blah blah blah at a continuous constant rate, if not monotonically increasing.

so is his master.

so next time when you see a hunk ,or a military uncle running with his ferocious lab,or afgan terrier, pity him for being so vulnerable.

2nd things:: when you scream at your pet dog,it never retaliates,never ever,even though if its ferocious Afghan Terrier or a dumb pug !

instead its tail goes between its legs ,its ear goes down and one can see clearly the moist eyes begging for mercy.

that is idiosyncratic for a dog , and so for the master.

so crude derivation can be inferred as the dogs are good at changing colors of emotion.

so are there masters. a dog is easy to break, and they sell their individuality with the mood blues and upswings of the master.

so a dog lover is one who likes to keep less emotionally strong beings , likes to rule, gives unnecessary air to themselves, and associate all the negativities with the dog lovers/owners.

:))

now from the two assertions its clear that dog lovers like to rule,but because they are vulnerable,they are considered to be a loser,because they try to fit two widely different ideas in their itchy skin.

well,i dont have anything against dog lovers,they can be gibberish if they want to.its just de niro who inspired me .so no 'mea culpa' here.

may be its a very cynical way of looking at things,but thats how i am ...

no issues!!

ps: i maintained a single gender throughout the writing,so female dog lovers dont be disappointed,i hate u as much as i hate ur male counterparts.

1st Feb or 2nd Feb

Don't know from where should I start.I have around 23 minutes to finish this piece of writing.

ohk...lets begin...Right now I have every reason to detest the day,but on a second note it has been one of the memorable days of my life ,inception of 2 big things.

one is quite obvious and the 2nd one is for those who know...

as they say one relation which is most greatest experience in this world is that of friendship...u are the creator ,mother-father, caretaker for this relation. u dont get it by default, u chose it urself nurture it and tend it to such a level where it becomes unnecessary to use words,it just becomes by default.

I dont understand this phenomenon on any level be it technical,chemical,psychological or philosophical.

ok......enough of this psychological crap.....

hmm the things started from aaaaaa....orkut....then a nodding ,which was proceeded by me placing my ass adjacent to the mainstream actor of the greatest mystery ever....afterall who is RAM???

as its said, that it feels like two random particles in space and time with different inertial and spatial coordinates , moving akin to a milling crowd , collide to each other like the particles do in the hadron collider.

I dont know from where did all that similarity has cropped up, I sometimes feel the alter ego part is existing.

apart from the power of eloquence and impeccable sense of humor, this was the date of birth of a waste fellow..who is indispensable.

Vodka .....

there are very few people whom u can bank upon, and there are some people on whom u wud like to bank upon....//consider this as spam.

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