and you thought this guy is just abt bikes, beaches n babes !

an amazing video......amazing lyrics.......amazing thoughts.....

n to think of ...where it came from ....is the most amazing thing ........

how you make an opinion abt someone ......n you start believing that your opinion is the real person.....
n then ...
Mercie !
......your world is turned upside down.....

n how wrong I was !.....Jesus !


....hell knows how much I love this guy !..........




its called "everybody's free (to wear sunscreen) by baz lurhman
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists where as the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh never mind;
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me,
in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now
how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future;
or worry,
but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing ....
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss ....
Don’t waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…
the race is long, and in the end,
it’s only with yourself.


Remember the compliments you receive,
forget the insults;
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch .....
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 yearolds I know still don’t.


Get plenty of calcium.....
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.


Maybe you’ll marry,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t,
maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
maybe you’ll dance the funkychicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…

what ever you do,
don’tcongratulate yourself too much
or berate yourself either –
your choices are half chance,
so are everybody else’s.


Enjoy your body,use it every way you can…
don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..

Dance…
even if you have nowhere to do it
but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines,
they will only make you feel ugly.


Get to know your parents,
you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings;
they are the best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,
but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.


Live in New York City once,
but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft.


Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths,
prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old,
and when you do
you’ll fantasize that
when you were young prices were reasonable,
politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.


Don’t mess too much with your hair,
or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy,
but,
be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,
wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.



But trust me on the sunscreen…

I thought I have seen everything…….until I saw you …………..

All my life I have always thought that, there are only two kinds of guys in this world …………….
One……………..with whom you don’t want to talk to ……………
the other………...with whom you want to but cant …

and I thought I have seen everything …….

Until………

………. I met the third kind ………..the kind I believed never exists……. ………………
ohh but I m glad that I was proved wrong …….too glad ! ! !

See…….I don’t claim to be a super-cool or ultra-hot or whatever expert on boys but ……we all are individuals..aren’t we ? ? Every body is unique and we all have our opinions about life in general n boys in particular! ! !

In school, I wasn’t exactly shy …you see....
.....but I was always out of time …
…in the lunch-breaks I was always busy copying down the homework from others ….coz….
….ahem…..ahem……
..….I was not exactly …..ahemm….smart enough …..!
……but that’s not the point …
…..the point is ……I know that homework is supposed to be finished of at home itself…..I mean the word is self-explanatory , isn’t it ????......but the thing is that ……where’s the time man ???? how a girl is supposed to get time when she is busy discovering the Atlantis with Captain Nemo, or solving the Secrets of the Unicorn?????
So my point is that …. I was never exactly popular in the boys side…..or say ….for that matter…..not with the girls either ! ! ! I mean… who on the earth and most importantly ….. why will anybody be interested in talking to a girl who barely passes in her exams ???? and on top of it …….not exactly having materials to win the beauty pageant …..I was always …..ahem ahem …….let me put it this way …….I was, I am, always generously proportionate…….always ….! ! !

So , with a body not exactly resembling any art or intellect of just one grade higher than Obelix , it was easy to slip of to a group called “the expendables”….those …..whom people do ask to join the party out of courtesy but never ever really mind if they don’t show up !

But I too never really gave a damn second thought to that either…..I mean….. the Librarian loved me …and I loved Mr. F. Mulder…….! Who needs anyone else ???

I guess the trouble started only after there was a paradigm shift in the perspective …..or to put it in this way …when I started noticing boys as boys and not as another human being !
Blame the hormones……I was growing up !
and I realized where I stand ! …….. the last one in the line …….!

Even though I try hard to deny……ohh come on …..admit it …….boys do put beauty before brains ! ! !
……and I had neither ! ! !

I mean …the time I realized the effects of pheromone ……the biggest truth I learnt was…..that……
………..”all the good things in life are either illegal, immoral, fattening or married to someone else”………………
…….at least all the decent guys were already taken up by the smarter ones of my species !
of course ……….there were other guys !!!….ones who will hit on everything and anything that resembles a girl …..its better not to talk about them …..I mean ….I don’t have a censor board to clip of the offensive words ! ! ! The only one thing I have to say to them is that……there are enough “Kareena Kapoors” out there to satisfy them ……but not me !

………….and the ones that I fancy …..are …well…… beyond my league …….!!!

……but its not the point of having a boyfriend ……but the lack of friends who are boys ……..I mean till date I never have any problem in starting up a conversation with any girl I choose to talk to …….I m always a hit with my friends who always happens to be a girl ! I mean I m not complaining ….but seriously …..I m totally at a loss of what to talk about with a guy …..one of the either thing happens ….. either he doesn’t get my jokes or I don’t know what to comment at his!

…….But then ….I was proved wrong ……..!!!
…….It was like encounter with the third kind !
He is smart, funny, intelligent, witty….ohh come on …I m repeating myself ! ! ……the bottom line is that I never met any guy who can make me laugh and make me think at the same time and with equal intensity ! I had this secret arrogance about myself of knowing things around until I met my match…..in the initial years ……it was like the clash of the titans ……and then gradually I admitted my defeat……and what a sweet defeat it was ! if the other side is competent enough it’s a pleasure to surrender !
He was the first of his clan, with whom I could talk effortlessly …….about anything and everything …….without giving a damn single thought that I m talking to a boy! He is the perfect definition to the term “friend” which is supposed to be a neuter gender! Talking to him was so easy and it felt like I was talking to myself……

Yap, of course……it took time to melt …in his words “melting of the outer shells” ….what kinda chemical reaction made such meltdown …..I have bloody hell no idea….I was never good in science!
………the only thing I know is that I could talk to him freely and actually liked talking to him
…now……….
…how many a times do you have such kind of feeling??? ….not many I guess !!!

And as the time passed by …….it kinda grew into me ……
.and gradually I started expecting …rather than hoping ! …
…you see…
…there is a subtle yet a slight difference between the two!

Expectation grows when you start getting the things that you don’t deserve!.......and I started expecting ………..and then the bad thing happened !
I was hurt !
Actually, I was wondering ……like …….what made me so hurt, so angry with him ? Why was I so mad with him when he didn’t respond the way he always did?

…n I thought n I thought n I thought ………( I mean I really should get a Nobel or something for thinking so much ! )………and the reason turned out to be a simple fact that – I expected from him !

In other words…….translated by other language …..”zayada bhao kha rahi thi “…
I mean …I was associating too much of an importance to an insignificant issue !
…actually the thing is that …..I was used to getting so much of an importance from him…….to a point were I really started becoming greedy ! I mean…..come on…if a child gets a candy every time without even asking, it thinks that getting a candy is its right, forgetting the generosity of the giver! I mean I hate to give an analogy of myself with a child, but that’s exactly what happened!

And I m ashamed of myself for that !


I expected him to keep in touch with me, when I , myself took no efforts to do the same! I expected him to ask me, when I , myself could have asked the same! I expected him to apologize, when I too was guilty of the same charge! And I thought I was hurt, hurt by him…….when in reality ……it was me , who hurt herself!..................

Ohhh……..! ……Ok! Ok! Ok !…………..too much of philosophy!


So ……summing up…..the moral of the story is that ……

….what ?...... don’t expect ???

tck ! nope ! ……
..the moral is that ……..if you expect something from the other, do the same to them ! if you expect someone to call you up, call him up yourself ! if you expect to get a sms, send him one yourself !
Coz I think he is too precious a friend to lose him just like that!

Honestly, how many friends do you have …who politely whispers into your ear a totally horrible “Santa-Banta” joke with a poker face? Now try getting angry to that!.......when in side you are just dying to roll out in laughter ! ! !???! ! !




“……..We always say that we wont expect something from anyone but we do and then we get hurt.We always say that we wont wish for something but we cant stop dreaming and then getting hurt.Sometimes it feel so hurt when you think that your dreams didnt come true and then when you die you take away all your dreams and those LITTLE moments of your life when you really smiled from your heart.Why we get these types of moments in our lives? Some dreams and wishes will be always in your heart which never came true under any circumstances.So why dont we forget it ?
MMMM coz we can NEVER throw those dreams out of hearts............................”

a broken heart...............

When I started this blog, I promised to my self that I would write anything under this sun n above n below it …..but I wont do that …I wont write about love ………and that’s what I did ………….I mean almost 99% of my writing is about that ………….n here I m again writing yet again about the same topic once again …………but I cant really help….this is what I m n I have to write what I m aint it ? I guess so …..!

N today my heart is broken ……….broken once again ………..I really don’t know how it mends itself n yet gets broken again …………….somewhere ages ago …………I read a poem called “If” by Rudyard Kipling ………….n there was a line …………(oooh dammmmm…….I forgot the line ……….no problem .internet mein google hay kis liye ….I will just check out )…….

I will give you the poem at the end …………now get back to my point …….n it is that I broke my heart again ……….:Mon haralo haralo se din ………sono kono ekdin akash batah jure rimjim dekhi “- remember the song by Hemanta Mukherjee………but you see life goes on ……n I would go on too……..its just that there will be one more scar in here ………….n I had to drink those salty waters yet again ……………..

“E kul bhege okul tumi goro jar ekul okul dukul gelo tar lage ki kore o nodi go “ n this song makes me cry n makes me wonder n makes me so sad n makes me feel like dying ………n yet I like this song …….why ? why ? I don’t know there are certain why’s for which I don’t really have any answers , may be the answers are not for me to know ……may be I will get them when I will be very old too old to feel any thing only will have a broken heart …..people say that you grow wiser as you grow ……I think we grow more wiser but we start to feel less…..n you start to think from your head n instead of heart…..which is a good thing …..in one way ……but bad for in so many ways ……..ohhh how youth is wasted in the young ……!

All these things ………..the things that I write now with those salty liquids brimming in my eyes ………..will be read afterwards …..n I will think what a fool I was then ……….so this a document of my foolishness……..proof of my stupidity ……n….why I cried …in fact howled ……..n why was there a painful lump that I so much wanted to throw away……n want to laugh again ……but I cant ……n the letters keep disappearing ……as the keyboard becomes all hazy coz of that god dammmm salty thing that keeps interrupting …..n I don’t know …………may be I should shut up now ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Oooh ! yes ! the poem ………..here it is ………………..


IF

IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,Or being hated, don't give way to hating,And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

......when the desert turns green ........

So.... Have you ever felt love…………? It's when you felt...like..........something you have never felt before...........you have this feeling............ and that you can't help........... but to notice how her hair is so wonderfully tied up..........and had this irresistible temptation.............. to touch ................to feel the softness ..............and that you wanted to take her number.............but have hesitated a thousand times............ "what if she says no?....."and you employed your friend to take her contact no instead of you ......................And that you went on talking about the most silliest thing on this earth one can ever imagine but couldn't say those things that you have rehearsed at home may be a millionth time.........! And that you originate with the most innovative reasons.............reasons to meet her and to talk to her...............and that would invariably fail to your dismay......... and you feel like your day has been wasted if don't get the chance to see her... and you would sneak around to get a glimpse of her ............... and when you do see her its like your heart starts beating faster........... and you feel that all the blood is rushing up to your face ..............................and that............ when you both are in a group ...........you try not to look at her...and when she is looking at something else............you will take a lightning-fast turn and gaze at her for a split second and again resume looking at something the most ordinary and most uninteresting object in this universe for you .............................!

Now.............if ............any one of the answer is yes ..........then...............or may be while reading it ................if you had a smile in your face............then also.........
........... my dear friend you too have been bitten by the bug...............................! ! !

On a second thought...............love should not always be about a girl................ it should be about the times when you felt happy and felt proud...................! Times when you really felt like that you have achieved something.............. be it your performance in exams..................or when you got your first job or the first salary............... or when you .....for the first time ......told your dad..........."its alright dad , I will pay..............."or may be even when ........you won a match....................or may be bought your very own bike.........................or may be for the first time anybody had appreciated about your photographs like they told"sahi hai"................ or may be your first trek................. Those moments...................those moments are as marvelous, as wonderful, as amazing as falling in love .........................

You must be knowing about flash floods............... even though I haven't seen one, but I have read about, that, when it rains in the distant mountains, the water moves as an overflow and creates a sudden flood in the desert lying in the vicinity........ it may not last more than a few hours..............but within that small amount of time the desert soaks up all its required moisture............and then the nature emerges with its full swing..............and its the time when desert turns green............
If the same is applied to our lives, then, I will have to admit.......... that those small moments of laughter and happiness acts as our own flash floods.................. and if we absorb them with our fullest strength ...................then.......
...... might be......... our deserts will too turn green ...................................! ! !

May be now…now that I m coming to an end I can see a little bit more clearly…..and its now I m getting the reason………. slightly…… …………the reason for me to write this letter….
See… you are my fantasy…
but
to trouble you with my questionnaire about your shadowy side would be extremely selfish on my part …………….
I shouldn't trouble you for the sake of my imagination……................................
esp.……,
if it brings out unpleasant memories……………………………………..

I feel to agree with you that sometimes things are better remained untold if they invoke sadness and bitter feeling…................................................................
it will be really harsh on my part to do that……......…
.its better not to remember the things that doesn't bring a smile to your face…………

"…better by far you should forget and smile,
Than you should remember and be sad……………………………….. "

And thus............................ I felt that it's better to talk about something that brings fond memories………..
The memories that you will like to cherish and enjoy in remembering. ……………Something that surely gives that hint of your dimple……
……...................along with that twinkle in your eyes…………...…..!!!
And that in the end what matters is that whether if you are happy?
And I think that's what should matter the most!






I m just one of them...............! ! !

if I have to give a day like today.......I would give it to you ......

".......and if I have a song ....like this....... I would sing it for you .........."
......and if I m born again I would love to spend it with you once again .......
coz I enjoy being with you ....

.........a smile always comes to my face when ever I think of you ...
.............remembering the times that we spend with each other .......
............and the things that we did together.......

having you was like a backup...coz I knew you would be always there with me .....and would support me in what ever I do ( only when I m right .......or will kick the hell out of me if I m not ) .........and that you never failed to bring out the best in me ......n I never hesitated to try out or do experiments coz I knew you will be there for me even if I fail........ and doing things with you was such a fun ....coz we knew each other so well....it was just like you could read my mind.....and now that I m typing the words... I feel like that you know them already........ n that I m writing things that you too feel for me .......

there was nothing in this planet earth and far beyond .......that we couldn't talk about and that I m yet to find a topic at what we felt any different ....... talking to you was like talking to myself only its aloud.......and it was such a comfort.....just the feeling that someone is there to hold you when you are down and make up for the bad things that happen to you .......it was just great ! and seriously I miss out that feeling........ the things that I do is all the same....yet nothing is same...coz you are not here ......and nothing is same .....!

ooh buddy I miss you so much ........ its not that I m alone yet somehow I always feel lonely ......... I m so lonely without you .... n no one can fill up that space ......... n now that you are gone I miss you even more .....and its only that my heart knows how much I miss you .......may be buddy you will know...no, actually I don't want you to know..... I don't want you to feel bad for me...its just that .......its just that I miss you so much .......and its just for that.....I just wish you were here......that you were here I could talk to you and all my worries would just simply melt away.....just by talking to you .......

when ever I listen to any good piece of music I feel like........
........if.........
.........if I could make you hear it........
...........I always wondered at your exquisite taste in music........something that I never had......

now...that you are gone.....its not the same......nothing is same.....even not me...ya buddy ...I too have changed....may be better for or for worse .....I have changed a lot......its not the same that I used to be .......I really don't know ........but one thing has never changed .... n I hope it never changes......

you were .....you are...everything I always wished to be .........your kindness........your beauty......your gentleness........the grace.......the poise.... you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen ....and what made you even more beautiful was your heart...... and that's a goldmine......ooh hell ...one who stole it is now the owner of the greatest treasure in this world....!

its just I had the time of my life with you ........if I get another chance I would love to spend it with you yet once again..........
.....it seems impossible to write about you ........
I m happy for you yet I feel something is breaking inside me....I wish all the good things in life for you yet I feel there is something missing in my life...........

ohhh.........hell !!!!! its tough !

and I know what the hell I m writing doesnt make any sence...any sence at all......
.....may be I cant ........
............may be ..........
.........and yet again I failed ........
....... yet again my feelings are lost in words !.....

....please forgive me, I cant stop loving you .......

....its been a long time.....may be a decade yet ...still....still I keep wondering that " what if"....?
still.....when it rains......and the cold wind blows......I still shiver ...thinking about you .....!

still.....when ever I read any love story......I think of mine......and how it went abrupt......without any ending......and I realize that I m still in love......yup......very much in love with you ...........no matter how much I deny...how many times I keep reminding myself...thats its not going to happen....yet I cant stop loving you .............

may be its a kind of maddness..... a disease ....... a serious kind of maddness without any cure.....!
or may be I dont want to be cured ! I dont know.......

when you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
and dont be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm Ther's a golden sky,
And the sweet silver song of a lark,
Walk on through the wind,
walk through the rain
Though your dreams be tossed and blown ......
Walk on , walk on, with hope in your heart,
And you will never walk alone
You will never walk alone........

……..the gift……

…..today I think I m going to write about the addiction ….
……yup…!
…..mah addiction to something called “rookie” …..
…..and my ohh my what an addiction……!
changed my sleeping pattern…..changed my seriousness…
….and its a serious kinda addiction !
…….but know what I kinda like it…..!
Mah only fan who appreciated for the first time mah kinda style of writing ……and I will for ever remain indebted to him …….he gave me the confidence that I too can be of worth something..……and for that I owe him a lot……a lot!


……ohh …come on…..

…..I should begin from the beginning……isn’t it …….?

So where do I begin……? Hummm……may be from the point
where I first scraped him for the first time……

I was then kinda new to orkut…and I was just browsing through …and I got stuck in somewhere, and I saw one profile having an interesting portrait…..amazing one…..a pencil sketch ……a portrait of a boy…….and then I went through the profile…
…..more interesting !
….hmmm…….!
Couldn’t believe anyone to be so versatile in the choice of books….! It kind of ranged from classics to the most complicated ones…….and moreover most importantly …….it kinda matched with my choice too….so I scrapped him……and the story begins…….!

I would be hopelessly lying if I would say that I was not exactly expecting a reply……
and that I got…..
and something more …..!
I got an immediate reply……and I thought …WOW….!
A friend in Hyderabad…yup ….that time I was there in Hyderabad…..and I was kinda missing my family…..so..I thought …why not…!

…believe me…I have a very bad habit of being impolite in the initial years…..but its something that I do unintentionally …so you can easily make out I was kind of unapproachable in my choice of topics to discuss about ….but still he was so polite and refined that no-matter-what-rubbish I used to scrap him, he never failed to reply me back….and that too in kind words …..!
Now ….! Can you get any better than this? ……nope !
....and I thought so too…..!
And I asked him…what you do…….and got the shock of my life….. ! …….He’s a KID !!!!!!!!!
Ohh Mah God ! And I was goofing around with a kid? …..a kid of half mah age????????
…… I was so ashamed, guilty with …esp. with bhanu’s continuous teasing…”oh mah god Bachendri ! come on now…he is a kid…..how can you ? how could you? ”
……now…as if its mah fault that I was not born a few years later or his fault that he is too late!
Is liking dependent on the year printed in your birth-certificate?
I never thought so….I have this belief that if ya like it, then do it! if ya like someone as your friend then, go ahead, make your friend, don’t wait for what others may assume or shout about !
But then again its my idea, my concept , mah theory …..and its not necessary that everyone has to believe it….!

But …that point ……it was just about being impressed by his courteousness …..
Liking was a hell lot later….leave alone addiction!

So, there he was ….with me, scrapping me regularly …..and as days turned into months, scrapping him kinda grew up as a habit…and then Bhanu left ! ! ! !
As I was there all alone, in my room , I sometimes used to wonder, whether I was doing the right thing or not……whether do I really like this what ever I m doing…..I hate to admit this ….it was a serious point in my life, where I knew if I stick around I will be going places, career-wise this is the best thing one can have, PhD , Dept of Space and all such stuff, I mean, not many get a chance to get into such things …..but…….the silliest part was that …I was not having fun…..silly I know…but I was not liking my work out there…people don’t work for fun…I know…but in case of me…I cant work if I don’t have the interest in the work……something I couldn’t make others realize…..and at that point I was really down…..so at that point I was in a fix….as to what to do …..
ohh…..leave it….this a whole new topic for another blog…

……...today’s topic is something different !

....mah whole point is that ….
at that moment…..I was kinda wobbly …..and then wham!
He hit me hard with his translation of Rabbi Sergil’s song” Tere Bin ” ….and boy o boy ! What a translation…….!
I was just bowled over….and I thought
…… he is really deep…!
……..I was amazed by his ability to cheer up someone even they are really down…. something that I sincerely envy about him!
The ability to make another person laugh is the greatest gift a man can have……..
and he has that gift and that too in tons!
……actually…… more than liking I used to envy him….
……..jealous of his ability…….
ability to translate any god-damm-serious thing into a joke……
envious of his youth,
envious about his talent in finding humor in almost everything ! something……..
that I seriously lacked but would die to have them !


so came around my another theory……...
’if ya cant win your enemy….make him your friend! ’
…even though he was not exactly my enemy ….. still I wanted him to be my friend….! and the chapter two began ! ………
and from here the trouble begins……..!

I m not exactly sure from which point…..or time…or place……he ceased to be just an orkutian ……..and came within mah kinda choice of people with whom I love to spend my time with ! ! ! ! !

Now the point comes to why ? why? why the hell?
Though a favorite question of mine….
yet I don’t have any answer to that!
……Bloody Hell!
……Still I don’t have the answer…….
or may be …
I don’t have any logical answer !

Illogical ?
Yes…..!!
Plenty…..!

Some of them will be …….
first and most important will be …..
he is fun to talk to !
……. I always roll in laughter when ever I talk to him…..he is mah daily dose of laughter-medicine !
…….Cant really live without medicine, can we?
……. Even mah neighbors are willing to give evidence that they too have felt the tremors ! and that too at unearthly hours !

…….and that he not serious about anything……
absolutely anything ….
….except for C’point of course….! how can I forget that ?
…….he is seriously serious about that @#$%^&*thing……
( cant blame him really ……I too m getting into the same hole….God help me……)
But him ?
Ohh Mah God ! he is beyond repair ! even God cant help him…….May be his “union territory” can….?
what do ya say, huh ?
………..and the fact that he is so very understanding and sensitive to other people’s feeling that sometimes I do wonder…….is he ? really ? don’t know ! God bless his tribe….!

…..and the thing that I really hate is that ….
why?
why ?
why will all the girls will fall for him?
I mean, what charm has he got?
just because he is humorous, intelligent, witty, caring, know things around, great in his work, informative, funniest punner the world has seen, gifted techie……..doesn’t make him so eligible that every girl to whom I talk about him…immediately falls for him?
I mean….. why? why?
Why is god so unfair? why is He is so partial towards some…..!

(….and God spoke……………look who’s complaining !.........)

well…….true ! ….cant complain much…!
.......after all …I m too enjoying his creation …isn’t it ?
and I m blessed to have a friend like him……mah buddy …Rookie !

and the most illogical reason for as to why I wrote this ‘hell-god-knows-what’ thing wasting mah time when I should have been preparing for mah journey……is that ….I will be missing him……missing him for a whole week !
(and that’s too much of a lie……Lord bless me!)




…..while I was watching TZP…one of the several thing that I realized is that …….the greatest gift of all ……is the one that brings a smile at the receiving end …………and the biggest ‘thank you‘ is that smile in return……and I hope the heir to this writing will read this with a smile to his face ! Coz that will be mah biggest thank you!

……Ward No. 204…….

I guess writing sometime becomes a passion or a habit …..
or worse ……….
an addiction …..!

more of a addiction actually …..
some thing that if you get addicted ……or hooked to …..!


I don’t know what others may say ,
but it’s an extremely bad habbit…..kinda like an itch …..
and that you have to scratch …..
even if you know its bad to do so ……..

……..same thing I guess happens with me in times of writing…..
…. I know I m writing crap (like I m doing right now) ………….
yet I cant stop myself from moving mah fingers on the keyboard!

And know what? …its feels great to write …..
a kind of satisfaction …….
a type of containment you get only when you scratch !
….bad analogy ……I know ……
still ………………………………………..
cant help………………………………….!
……its true……!

So . today I have to write , even if I don’t have anything to write , still I have to write…..who knows may be a topic may crop up in the course of this mindless jumble of words ,
……or….may be not……!

And then again ….is it necessary to have a topic to write about?
…….Yeh , I admit , it’s a lot easier to write if you have a topic…..

but then again ….you cant have everything!
……after all where will ya keep them ?


So ……..today’s topic is not having a topic……
and that’s a great topic if ya ask me !
… coz I can go on and on and on and on….. without any topic…..
……..its only when I have a topic I have to restrict myself to that particular one thing only….
today I don’t have to do that….
Is this what ppl call freedom?
….and if its so then its kinda dangerous…..
Coz if ya don’t have any restriction ya tend to accumulate all rubbish…..and I have a serious doubt that whether I will ever publish this one or what !
or may be I will coz its true….and that’s what I always write …..
or…is it? Don’t know…..!

…….to be continued……