One Wednesday Night.......

It all began on a wednesday..a wednesday night to be precise. Everything was normal & people were returning home after a long day's work. Some might have been tryin to unwind after the days work & put things in perspective. Thats when it all began. A handful of people brought havoc on the city of blinding lights by opening indiscriminate firing on innocent bystanders at different locations (mainly restaurants) throughout the city. Within hours, without warning or a shred of mercy, innocent people were brutally massacred and injured.They quite metaphorically shot the heart of the city that never sleeps. What ensued was a bloody trail of mayhem that was shed at two of the city's most prominent hotels. The city came to grips with thesituation as cops & enforcement battalions were deployed to fight fire with fire. When lives of innocent people are shed, it becomes evident by default that rational negotiation can only be of least possible help. I quote a photographer on tv to describe the sentiments. He said, 'These people had the audacity to barge into my city.....my home & take away innocent lives..all i want to see is them being killed before my eyes'. We still fight valiantly against the terror. It all began on one Wednesday night..

Weirdness is me.....

Well..the previous blog entry was quite something..to say the very least it was depressive. It was moreso since that was the actual state of my mind then..& to tell you the truth it felt better once i got done with that entry. Now that it's over I try to get back to my usual abnormal self..for one thing i wanna do something weird..which is why i'm writing this blog entry thru my cell hone..not actually the weird thing to do but i try to be resourceful & make do with whatever is at my disposal. You may find instances in this entry where I might use sms'in abbreviations..like 'evr' & 'no1' & so on..kindly excuse them as i do get into that zone when i type on my phone. Also there would be a lotta typos & no para breaks..which is mainly because the phone screen is only so big..for one thing my thumbs are gonna be mighty strong..next time you see me, my thumbs would have its very own set of six-packs & bulgin biceps..my purpose is accomplished since i did type in an awful lot using only my thumbs..so yay to that & i have to bid adieu..till the next entry..

Everything Fades......

I received a sound advice once from someone really close to me who said "Nothing stays forever"..... Of course this was in context to relationships and bonds that we have during our time here on the third rock from the sun (Yea Yea i know that it contradicts the DeBeers Tagline and philosophy....). At that point of time I had debated upon this ideology. Personally my view towards life is this....We have one life to live, so we better live for the moment.....live in the moment....& live it such that there is no regrets...

Even though I agree with the part that nothing really does stay forever, I don't see the point in thinking about how things would change rather than trying to be happy with the way things are. Perhaps this can at some times be loosely associated with being indifferent because when things change some people do have the ability to remain unaffected by it or at least act so. Relationships break....people fade away....bonds vanish....its all a part of life really. This i have learnt in my very own life. Recent enough i have lost some people that have been close to my heart....bonds did break....& it was always painful .........especially when friends go away. But we always live on......we pick ourselves from scratch...... Whenever such incidents occur, it is mighty helpful to take a deep breath and imagine it to be purging your soul and starting life afresh. Change is inevitable....it measures the true nature of man.....we all know that what we have at the moment will not be what we would in the future.....perhaps we might just loose it all......but when we hit rock bottom it is in some sense the greater achievement cos no matter what you do from then on, you would have nothing to loose and everything to gain. The secret lies in letting go. Its not as easy as it sounds....trust me.....I have lost quite a lot in the past few years....but the more you loose the more instinctive you become....and in some sense it give you sense and strength to see past what is to what will be.

Nothing stays forever.....nothing ever will.....no one ever will.......but we all try nevertheless..... we all try harder.....Change is perhaps the greatest constant in life.....the only part that never changes in this universe is perhaps change itself. As my blog readers would have noticed, my blogs have some or the other relation to music or songs. and this one is no different......The title is Everything Fades by the Poets Of the Fall......I bid adieu with the following lines from the song....

Silly thoughts of small deeds
Everything that once answered to your needs
The thoughtless but kind
The caring but blind
Everything fades away

Everything fades away, come turning of the tide
For your love I'm sorry
For your pain, don't worry
Everything fades away
Everything fades away

Silhouettes, false leads
That which drew you, like a crow to glass beads
Secrets spied
Wishes sighed
Everything fades away

Everything fades away, come turning of the tide
For your love I'm sorry
For your pain, don't worry
Everything fades away

We are one but not the same.......

Something has crept into my mind for the past few days which has kept me thinking.... To what extents can you go for the ones you love? and how far can you bend for them till you snap?..... Well these questions didnt arise out of nothing....obviously...... It comes from another thought which implored me to think about what would love really is.

I have very few whom i call worthy to be friends. Of them only two form the innermost circle of trust. Very recently one more got added to that circle of trust. To me, these three people are the core of everything i do. The bond i have with them is greater than anything i can ever experience. Perhaps that is what should matter to me. Still I somehow feel that something's amiss. Perhaps i am imagining things. Well coming back to the title of the blog, two of my closest friends are exactly similar to me. Well, sounds simple and common though. But what makes it all uncommon is the fact that they are exactly like me except for the fact that they are of an opposite sex. We eerily love the same stuff... to an extent that we know what's going on in the other's mind. This is perhaps where everything becomes blurred. When i asked if its possible to be friends in love this is what she (my closest friend) had to say "I place friends higher than love, because love comes and goes......friends are what stays forever....." I believe what she gave me was the true definition of love........ atleast that what i want to believe.

We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other

A Road Less Travelled.....

I just finished reading an article in the paper today. It was certainly one that did touch my heart and made me think. The article was about a guy who topped the class in IIT Kanpur (which is no small feat) and yet gave up all the offers that could have put him on the road to millions and chose to dedicate his life for a social cause. Now he teaches computer science to the poor n needy. I probably cannot reach that scale of dedication. The only thing i could learn from the whole article is that satisfaction can never be materialistic. This guy was the Topper of one of the most prestigious institutions in the country and even did his doctrate from there. Yet he decides to give it all up to take up something that will not earn him any money......but the one thing that he has definitely earned which we cant ever earn is the best job satisfation in the world.

I maynever reach that part either professionally but then i write this entry as a tribute to that guy and others who have broken the trends and have earned a pure form of respect from peers. A friend's status line comes to mind....'When every head bowed........' This was worth the mention in the blog and im happy that something like this came by that gave me yet another reason to write an entry. As far as my observations go, i have seen that the most respected of people are ones that havent been materialistically motivated... Baba Amte is another worthy mention.....Even in my profession field, the man known as the father of modern architecture, Frank Lloyd Wright, hasnt been well off financially. He has been on the verge of bankrupcy time and again. His life and work, Taleising West, had been burnt to the ground not once but twice. Yet he is the most noted of architects in the world. World shall bear a testament to such people and to the very least, my respect as well.....

Now you may ask if i would follow that same path....The answer is a bit murky for now...but yea i might never reach there......so the answer may pretty well be summed in 2 words-----Hell No!! (that was a joke by the way......duh.......I still havent found the answer....seriously!!)

An Ode in prose....

Yeah! I know the title for the entry sounds pretty weird but then i cant actually write an ode since it essentially has to be poetic to an exalting value. I suck at poems (no point hiding that...i couldnt compose one to save myself from a horde of drunken heretics trying to mutilate me...) But then again i had promised a very close friend of mine that i would compose an ode to her. The whole thing started when she shared a personal stuff she had written and asked for comments on the way it was written. Now, when someone as close as her asks me for a feedback i cant just give her a normal one can i?.....so here i am writing this entry that is dedicated to her and her writing..

It was a personal familial kinda stuff that she had written, so i wouldnt comment on the content. But for one thing it was a very very very long letter with the minutest detail thrown in. yet as far as informal stuff goes, it was one of the best that i have read in ages. Its great not because of the way its written but because what she wrote opened a window to her mind at that time. It also gave me an idea of what pre marriage activities are gonna be like. So there you have it---- a short review of a long letter....all in all a very nice one and a good read.

But apart from what the letter meant, what i really would wanna point out is that she found me worthy enough to read a personal letter of hers. That i truly appreciate and love. That action or emotion meant much more to me than the point of givin a review for the letter. I am honored. What more can i say?....I am blessed with great friends....better than the best (and a few very cute ones too......you know who you are). You guys are a part of my legacy, my world. So i hope you enjoy the ride...

More stuff later.......till then Adios Amigos!

A fish called Phelps...

The Olympic games is on and there is one man that is on a blaze of glory. This guy is none other than Michael Phelps from the United States. He has won a total of 13 golds in the Olympics till date of which 8 are from this season itself. He is now the greatest Olympian in history and is at par with Mark Spitz for winning the most golds in one season... He has nailed all the events that he has competed in so far n has come with golds in all of them. He has one more event to go and winning that will make him the unsurpassed champion of the water. Otherwise he will be at par with Spitz. He is making history anyway.
It is sheer pleasure to watch the guy swim. He has the agility of a fish. He is unbelievably lean and toned with a greater arm span than others that help him cover greater distances with lower strokes. He has some anatomical uniqueness too. His body creates lesser lactic acid which helps him swim longer without getting fatigued. He can keep swimming for a longer time even to the extent where other pro swimmers would cringe with pain.
And to think that this guy suffered from Attention Deficiency Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) due to which he couldn't concentrate at school. His teacher even told his mum that 'Your boy is not special...in fact he does not have a gift....he will never be able to do anything great'
That teacher must sure be embarrassed now. Way to go Phelps.....Way to go!!