Gripe

Life - is often Meaningful
Meaning - its often Personal
Personality - its often Indiviualistic
Individual - is often Social
Society - is often Detrimental

Detriment of Life, Meaning, Personality, Individual.

Truly Yours

So dear readers, of which you are many, hold your breath! And uske bawajood agar saanse kuch bachee ho tho (What? I am a SRK Fan!!) Wait for the end of the tag! I promise to give you Nirvana one way or the other!!

I am breaking my golden silence for this much thought of (not!) piece of borrowed (26 questions and 2 answers) tag. Why you ask? Because I thought this would be an interesting way of boring my forever bored mass readership! And then there were a lot of questions on food and for everything else I could display my levels of narcissim.

A-Available:
If you can reach me..
B-Best friend(s):
Meself
C-Cake or Pie:
Bit of both - (I am greedy!)
D-Drink of choice:
Wine
E-Essential thing used every day:
Brain (ha!)
F-Favorite color:
White
G-Gummy bears or worms:
Gummy bears if you're talking about the candy
H-Hometown:
Chennai, Always
I-Indulgence:
the amazing triumvirate - Chocolate, Cheese & Wine
J-January or February?
February (over Mar, Apr and all other months too!) it's my birth month re
K-Kids and names?
Girl - Tara, Boy - Aditya or Siddharth
L-Life is incomplete without
If I knew what it took to complete life, wouldn't my life be complete by now?!
M-Marriage date:
Are you going to send me anniversary gifts? If so 8th July
N-Number of siblings:
24714020
O-Oranges or apples:
Oranges
P-Phobias:
list of things I don't have phobia for would be shorter
Q-Quote:
There are Extremes, there are moderates then there is ME
R-Reason to smile:
Many, infact any!
S-Season:
Spring, I think.
T-Tag two people:
I already tagged myself and no one reads me anyway so there isn't any point tagging any one else
U-Unknown fact about me:
I am not a bad person (but does that make me a good person??)
V-Vegetable(s) you do not like:
Are you kidding me. There aren't any that I do like.
W-Worst habit:
You haven't guessed yet? Self Obssession!!
X-rays you have had:
Why do you ask?
Y-Your favourite food:
Cheese, Chocolate and Wine (Any food that has either or all of these!)
Z-Zodiac
Aquarius

I Want to Thank God

for endowing me with the special ability, talent if you will.....





to pluck (grasp) 'bad habits' out of thin air, just like that!!!

Thank You God!!!

Hoping against hope

am I? Is it too much to ask? Don't I have the right to ask, pray, wish? I sincerely hope without trying to sound too negative.......






that IPL bombs big time!!!!!

Why I hate Reality?

Because in reality, reality is an excuse! Reality is a self imposed constraint that stops us from getting what we want, doing what we want, being what we want.

5x5

5 film titles that describe your life

Jaane Bhi Do Yaaron

Hazaaron Kawaishen Aise

Jhoot Bole Kauwa Kaate

Arth (or the lack of it)

Taare Zameen Par

5 songs that describe you

Main Aisa Kyun hoon (Lakshya)

Mann Yeh Baawura (HKA)

Jaane Kyun Log pyar karte hain (DCH)

Wahaan kaun hai tera, Musaafir Jaayega Kahaan (Guide)

Yeh Jo Zindagi Hai (1947 Earth)

Aaina Mujhse Meri Pehli (Daady) - extra

5 characs you can relate to

Karan Shergill (Lakshya)

Mrs Meenakshi (Mr & Mrs Iyer)

Geeta (HKA)

Siddharth (DCH)

Karan (Rang De Basanti)

5 characs you want to kill

Rahul (all Rahul's played by SRK)

Sreekanth and Aniket Pandit (Astitva)

Sam (KANK)

5 charac you would like to date

Siddharth (DCH)

Rahul Seth (Bollywood Hollywood)

Salim Mirza (Tehzeeb)

D.K Malhotra (Maasoom)

Mohan (Swades)

मेरे पहले टैग की कहानी, मेरी जुबानी..

Ten things I wish I could say to people right now:

• Get me out of here
• Get the hell out of here
• Start thinking, for God’s sake
• Stop smoking, will ya
• Can you keep quiet, ever
• Can you say a word, one word, any word
• What’s with the world
• Please stop! Please stop Raining
• I am bored!

Nine things about myself:
• I cannot be described in 9 lines
• One word would suffice to sum me up
• That word is Mad
• I don’t believe in anything or anybody
• I have very little to say or give to the world
• I need very little from the world
• I have a whole other life, in my dreams
• I never lie
• I don’t know if I know myself

Eight ways to win my heart:
Really? You want to? You can’t win my heart, ever! (See point 4 of the above). But things I like in a person
• Wit, Sarcasm, dry humor
• Intelligence
• Have an opinion, but don’t be stuck up
• Be chilled out
• Be adventurous
• Be kind, courteous (saying thank you and sorry doesn’t hurt!)
• Be sensitive to everyone’s feelings
• Don’t try to win my heart! (I love such arrogance)

Seven things that cross my mind a lot:
• What if I die tomorrow
• What am I supposed to be doing with my life
• Can I quit my job, right now
• I am going to pack my bags and go, somewhere
• I am too self absorbed
• Am I too stuck up in my past and future, missing out on the present thereby
• Can I be alone in life? Can I really?

Six things I wish I never did:
• Procrastinate
• Work in Advertising
• Drink Alcohol
• Be so glued to the Internet
• Give up music classes
• Got angry

Five turn off's:
only 5, you must be kidding!
• Sports
• Chinese food
• Rules
• Discipline
• A group of people who are neither strangers nor friends

Four turn on's:
• Cheese, chocolate, wine (not necessarily in that order, works best in combination)
• Humor
• A good impersonal debate/argument
• A good funny or sensitive movie

Three things I want to do before I die:
• Be famous or infamous
• Try everything once
• Make a list of to do things

Two smileys that describe me:
• the confused one
• the straight face

One confession:
I am crazy. Oh you know that already? But that’s the only truth of my life. And no unlike some people I know, I am not proud of it!

Random Thoughts on Death

The cold, stark reality of life lies in its end – Death. I sometimes find myself wondering why death is associated with so much grief?

I think it’s not what death takes away with it that causes as much sorrow as what it leaves behind. I think the loneliness, poverty, shock, terror and a myriad of such circumstances that those living find themselves in is what makes death grim. Added to that is the knowledge, which can be disturbing yet encouraging, that the end is certain. That death is waiting for you, somewhere, sometime. But can any one be prepared for death, one's own or some one else's?

I can often see humour in most things in life. I would like to believe so. But the humour in death eludes me. Can death be viewed from a detached perspective?

What scares me about death is not that I am going to be in its claws someday. I often say, sometimes even believe it to be true, that if I were to die tomorrow I wouldn’t care. I don't know how many would. I seriously joke though that if it should happen, I be told before so I can tie up some loose ends. Like get that hair cut I always wanted, or take a quick trip to that one place I absolutely want to see, or have my favourite foods, drink myself silly. The list is endless.

What really scares me about death though is when it is going to take away some one close to me. I know that life would move on. But even the thought of the inevitable scares the heck out of me. What scares me even more is what if when it happens, I have a detached reaction. What if it fails to move me? What if I move on with my own life like nothing ever happened?

Life is unfair, we have all complained at some point I am sure. But is death any fairer? What about when death eludes someone who is suffering, waiting for it? What about when death snatches away someone who is happily looking forward to living?

I think death serves a far greater purpose to life than life itself. It teaches one to value life. It teaches one to live for the moment, in the moment. It prods one to live every moment of their life like that might be the last moment!

But when am I going to wake up to death's call ...I wonder!! What if I never do? What if death picks me up before I have that hair cut???

Aphrodite

This must be one of her early morning dreams, she thought. The time when her dreams are so vivid they seem real. But she remembers dragging herself out of the bed and going through the everyday routine before running to the bus stop. Yes, thats where she was, the bus stop and this was no dream. In front of her stood a guy, the likes of someone she has only seen in her dreams till then.

She knew all the regulars. The scrawny bespectacled girl, the cartoonish asian chap, the weird hat man, the school girl and her fagging mom. She doesn't remember ever seeing him though. And she could never have missed or forgotten him. He must be new. She had a good look at him. Oh yes, the perfect height - not too tall, not too short; she put the final figure at between 5.10 & 5.11. He was lean without being overly thin. She noticed his sharp features, the light wheatish complexion, his unusual but attractive gait as he disappeared into the crowd. She spent the rest of the day thinking if he was in fact what she thought he was.

As she hurriedly got on to the crowded bus that evening, she knew the Gods were smiling on her. She could pick him out from any crowd. But from where she stood, she could only see his back. She wasn't complaining as she stood soaking in every bit of its detail. Her concentration was rudely broken as he got off at the next stop. But his stop was not supposed to be until 2 stops away?! Catching the last glance at his profile, he looks every bit she thought firmly.

Over the next few weeks, her luck Goddess seemed to be working over time for she started seeing him more frequently. Each day as she observed him more minutely she got less discreet. He was what one could call handsome. Properly handsome. He reminded her of Al Pacino in Godfather 1. Not that he resembled him, but that was another man she found handsome. She was sure that when he smiled, there would be a hint of crookedness. She hadn't seen him smile even once. But she was sure of how exactly his mouth would curl when he did. She liked this picture of his smile. She liked his hair, the right length and volume. Its color - Not very blonde nor too dark, just the right shade of golden brown. Above all, she liked the air of arrogance he had about himself. Was it the knowledge that he was bestowed with such good looks or his genuine lack of care about it that gave him the confidence, she couldn't decide.

One day, quite unexpectedly she came face to face with him. She was getting off the bus while he was getting on. She saw a glint of recognition in his eyes. Was it complimentary? She chose not to answer the question, just yet. Later that week, when she was sitting quite carelessly in a stop, not her usual one, he once again caught her unaware. He walked up to where she was seated, her face sinking down into the book she had stopped reading the second she caught sight of him. As she looked up, in what she hoped was a casual way, she found him staring at her. Too stunned to react in any other way she gazed into those surreal eyes, for the first time. It might have lasted only a few seconds, but to her it seemed like eons. She knew it was time she asked him the question. But her courage failed her again. Besides she wouldn't be able to hear a no, not after having come thus far.

Days, weeks, months went by. He would sometimes be met in their usual bus stop and other times he would take her by surprise by appearing from nowhere on the road, in the tube and once even in a pub. In some of these meetings he would glance at her, more than once, and in some others not even acknowledge her presence. It didn't bother her. The only thing that bothered her was the question and more importantly the answer!

That morning he chose the seat next to hers in the bus but she didn't look at him even once. She couldn't bear to. She needed the answer before she could proceed. Her rational mind told her time and again that the answer was not important. It did not matter if he was or not. But she knew that thats not how it worked. Her imagination had to be perfect. And the answer had to be what she was hoping it be, to attain that perfection.

How could she imagine his beautifully sculpted body being draped in the pure white toga, the pleated end of which would fall down gently from his strong broad shoulders; the jasmine tiara adding the extra charm. No she couldn't do it without knowing if he was Greecoroman or not!

She stared long and hard. It was the weirdest piece of earring she had seen anyone wear. She was sure she hasn’t seen anything weirder than that. Not even that spiky hair style that leaves no more than 4 strands of hair standing out in four different directions. It was huge, plain black, going all the way up from the hole in the bottom lobe of the ear, through the back and finally arching down through a hole in the upper lobe. Overall, it looked like some sort of cornucopia. From a certain angle it even seemed like a natural (and rather ugly) appendage of the ear. Technically it was an ear ornament - it just wasn't serving its exact purpose - that of ornamenting the ear. The sudden jerk put an end to this inner monologue. This is where she had to get off. She threw one final glance at the man with the weird black earring to confirm she wasn’t dreaming. After all, wasn’t she used to seeing weird stuff only in dreams. Her own ‘real’ life was anything but weird - it was ordered and imperfectly perfect.

She preferred her dreams. She dreamed of living in her dreams - where randomness was the order of the day; where there were no real or imaginary constraints; where life was time & spaceless; where she could have seen the same man with the same weird earring and not found it weird. But, what if she already was? What if her real life was just a long and repetitive set of dreams, lucid dreams? What if she was flitting in and out of these sets of dreams; the ones she calls real and the others - dreams?

Yes, it has to be that! Life has to be a series of dreams tacked together. That fits in with her belief that nothing is real or everything is! She suddenly caught her reflection, smiling. The thought that she herself must be ‘the weirdo’ in some one else’s pattern of dreams, turned the sly smile to a grin!

WTF

X = (a+b+c)*17.5%

Formula 1
Y= (a+b+c)+X

Formula 2
Y= (X/17.5%)+X

What's the difference? Y remains the same, does it not? Apparently Formula 2 is more complicated than Formula 1. Is it really? Need it be so complicated?

You know what I am getting at, don't you? Life, or the end of it rather, is going to remain the same, however you arrive at it! But do we have the tendency to over complicate it? But aren't simple and complex relative terms?

Now am I complicating a simple post? All I need to know is, is life meant to be simple or complex? Is life meant to be anything at all?!