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I’d treated the boy, Tariq, himself a stranger in my raw and ragged fragment of the city. Ashamed of the cold selfishness that had stolen my pity, and pierced by the courage and loneliness of the little boy; I listened to his sleeping breath, and let him cling to the ache in my heart. Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end, that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have to hold on tight until the dawn.
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We have a saying in the Pashto language, and the meaning of it is that you are not a man until you give you love, truly and freely to a child. And you are not a good man until you earn that love, truly and freely, of a child in return.

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“And for almost all of that long time, all the living things were water things, living inside the sea. Then, a few hundred million years ago, maybe a little more – just a little while, really, in the big history of the Earth – the living things began to be living on the land, as well.”
I was frowning and smiling at the same time, surprised and bewildered. I held my breath, afraid that any sound might interrupt his musing.
“But in a way you can say that after leaving sea, after all those millions of years of living inside of the sea, we took the ocean with us. When a woman makes a baby, she gives it water, inside her body, to grow in. The water inside her body is almost exactly the same as the water of the sea. It is salty, by just the same amount. She makes a little ocean, in her body. And not only this. Our blood and our sweating, they are both salty, almost exactly like the water from the sea is salty. We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.”

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‘Black markets for things exist,’ he said slowly, as if confiding a personal secret rather than a commercial fact, ‘because the white markets are too strict. In this case, in the case of currencies, the government and the Reserve Bank of India control the white markets, and they’re too strict. It’s all about greed, and control. These are the two elements that make for commercial crime. Any one of them, on its own, is not enough. Greed without control, or control without greed won’t give you a black market. Men can be greedy for the profit made from, let’s say, pastries, but if there isn’t strict control on the baking of pastries, there won’t be a black market for apple strudel. And the government has very strict controls on the disposal of sewage, but without greed for profit from sewage, there won’t be a black market for shit. When greed meets control, you get a black market.

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‘The Indians are the Italians of Asia.’ Didier pronounced with a sage and mischievous grin, ‘It can be said, certainly, with equal justice, that the Italians are the Indians of Europe, but you do understand me, I think. There is so much Italian in the Indians, and so much Indian in the Italians. They are both people of the Madonna – they demand a goddess, even if the religion does not provide one. Every man in both countries is a singer when he is happy, and every woman is a dancer when she walks to the shop at the corner. For them, food is music inside the body, and music is food inside the heart. The language of India and the language of Italy, they make every man a poet, and make something beautiful from every banalité. These are nations where love – amore, pyaar – makes a cavalier of a Borsalino on a street corner, and makes a princess of a peasant girl, if only for the second that her eyes meet yours. It is the secret of my love for India, Lin, that my first great lover was Italian’.

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They’d lied to me and betrayed me, leaving jagged edges where all my trust had been, and I didn’t like or respect or admire them anymore, but still I loved them. I had no choice. I understood that, perfectly, standing in the white wilderness of snow. You can’t kill love. You can’t even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can’t kill love itself. Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. Every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it’s a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.

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Men wage wars for profit and principle, but they fight them for land and women. Sooner or later, the other causes and compelling reasons drown in blood and lose their meaning. Sooner or later, death and survival clog the senses. Sooner or later, surviving is the only logic, and dying is the only voice and vision. Then, when best friends die screaming, and good men maddened with pain and fury lose their minds in the bloody pit, when all the fairness and justice and beauty in the world is blows away with arms and legs and heads of brothers and sons and fathers, then what makes men fight on, and die, and keep on dying, year after year, is the will to protect the land and the women.

You know that’s true when you listen to them, in the hours before they go into battle. They talk about home, and they talk about women they love. And you know it’s true when you watch them die. If he’s near the earth or on earth in the last moments, a dying man reaches out for it, to squeeze a grasp of soil in his hand. If he can, he’ll raise his head to look at the mountain, the valley, or the plain. If he’s a long way from home, he’ll think about it, and he’ll talk about it. He’ll talk about his village, or his home town, or the city where he grew up. The land matters, at the end. And at the very last, he won’t scream of causes. At the very last, he’ll murmur or he’ll cry out the name of a sister or a daughter or a lover or a mother, ever as he speaks the name of his God. The end mirrors the beginning. In the end, it’s a woman, and a city.

Strangeness of Life

How would it feel, to live in a world of strangers?
With no loved ones, no friends, no parents,
Not a single known face on the entire face of earth
You on your own, with no one to look after
No one who belongs to you, or whom you belong to,
No one to run into, and no one to talk to.

How would it feel, if every person you knew,
Just disappeared from your life,
Every single person you loved, is lost or gone,
Nobody to call, nobody to e-mail or chat,
Every person you think of, is long gone from your world,
Leaving you with moments, making you crave for their presence,
Every person you used to hang out with,
Is lost somewhere and you will never know where.

Will it be maddening or will it be pleasing,
To live in a world of unknown faces,
Will it be peaceful or will it be restless,
To be self-sufficient and independent
Not able to share our joy and sorrow,
Living with one’s own needs and wants.

Or is it how we start a new life,
We come into this world, not knowing anyone,
And yet find people smiling at us,
Welcoming us into their world,
Sharing whatever they got,
And that’s how we start a new life,
Irrespective of whether we have known faces or not,
We are always ready to befriend unknown faces,
Willing to explore what waits behind a smile,
And that’s what keeps us all going.

Old Love (Eric Clapton)

This blog is specially for a friend...

I can feel your body
When I'm lying in bed
There's too much confusion
Going around through my head

And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame still burns
Why can't I get over?
When will I ever learn?

Old love, leave me alone
Old love, go on home

I can see your face
But I know that it's not real
It's just an illusion
Caused by how I used to feel

And it makes me so angry
To know that the flame will always burn
I'll never get over
I know now that I'll never learn

The BIG Question

What is it that I actually want, from within, for myself?
What after getting a good job, a decent salary,
A good car, good clothes, good apartment,
What is the next phase of life?

What is it that will actually make me yearn?
That one thing that will make me feel proud,
That one thing that will complete my existence,
That one thing for which I don’t give a second thought

At different times I want to do different things,
But the desire to do them fades away very easily,
I wonder is there something wrong with me?
I am scared of having an unknown death,
Unknown not to people, but to myself,

When I ask myself, if this is all I want,
The immediate answer, No definitely not,
Then what is it that I want,
The reply is, You need to find it out,
But how will I find out that one thing,
Will some angel sort of a thing come and whisper in my ears,
Or a bulb will flash in my head and boom I know it.

I am proud of what my grandfather and father achieved,
They struggled, they had a purpose in life,
Do I have any purpose, do I wish for anything?
CLUELESS. When will I ever find a clue?

Steve Irwin - A Man I will Never Forget

Steve Irwin, whom I will always remember as The Crocodile Hunter.

I began watching his shows when I was seventeen. I must say he is one of the main reasons for my love to reptiles. The way he caught the animal, his expressions, his words, everything would be so real and fascinating, that the only thing you are rather missing is feeling the animal yourself.

In high-energy programs from Africa, the Americas and Asia, but especially his beloved Australia, Irwin — dressed always in khaki shorts, shirt and heavy boots — crept up on lions, chased and was chased by komodo dragons, and went eye-to-eye with poisonous snakes.

Often, his trademark big finish was to hunt down one of the huge saltwater crocodiles that inhabit the rivers and beaches of the Outback in Australia’s tropical north, leap onto its back, grabbing its jaws with his bare hands, then tying the animal’s mouth with rope.

He was a committed conservationist, running a wildlife park for crocodiles and other Australian fauna, including kangaroos, koalas and possums, and using some of his TV wealth to buy tracts of land for use as natural habitat.

I wish I had met this man just once. Kiss his huge hands with which he held all those animals and thank him for all his work and commitment.

Work hard... Someone's always watching

An experience shared by Ivan Seidenberg - Chairman and CEO of Verizon

When I was eighteen, I got my first job, as a janitor in an office building in Manhattan. I was the guy who opened the door, swept the floor, polished the chrome, and ran the freight elevator. My boss was the building superintendent, an older guy named Bill. Bill hardly ever said anything, but he worked like a dog - harder than anybody else on the crew. It seemed to me that if my boss was working that hard, then I should too, so that's what I did.

Once in a blue moon, Bill would actually talk to me. One day, he saw me reading a book and asked me about it. I told him that I was putting myself through college at night. About eight months later, he came to me and said, "You know, there are companies that will help you pay for college while you work full-time." I asked him which ones - he said to try the electric or the phone company - and I did what he said, applying to New York Telephone. I started a career in communications there that's lasted almost forty years.

When I asked Bill why he tool eight months to get around to mentioning this to me, he just shrugged and said, "I guess I wanted to see if you were worth it."

Fantasy Land

Sometimes we live in a fantasy,
And do things, which we wouldn’t otherwise.
Sometimes we live in a bubble,
And fly to places where we never dream of going.
Sometimes we live in a dream,
And feel things, which we may never feel.

It’s beautiful to live in a fantasy, bubble or dream,
And live the way, you may never in your real world.
It’s fine to forget yourself, and enjoy the pleasures,
Which otherwise are forbidden.
It’s all great, as long as you know it will vanish anytime,
Without giving you any warning or sign of fading out.

Don’t try to hold it tight in your fist,
Just sway with it like a feather in air,
Enjoy and dance in this wonderful phase,
For who knows when it will come back
To bring back the pink on your cheeks and smile on your lips.

Love Deciphered

I wonder whether I will ever fall into eternal love,
To me love always seem to come and go,
One day it makes you feel on top of the world,
And the other day you want to run away from it
It makes you fly, it makes you cry.

So my definition for love is - Its a temporary feeling,
Comes and goes like rain,
Small showers bring joy to earth and life into flowers,
And again too much rain destroys everything.

So maybe love, like rain, should just come and go,
And never stay forever,
For, if it does, you get all gloomy and depressed,
And want to say “Love Love Go Away”.

So the theory for love is, let it come and let it go,
For every time it goes, you will eagerly wait for it,
To come back with fresh air and light your world.

The Selfish Wasteland

It amazes me how certain humans can be so selfish,
So indulged in their own small shallow world,
That they don’t care to see where the world is going,
So self-centered that it is always about them and their stupid needs,
So blinded to others emotions and ever ready to bitch about others,
I wonder what they are made of, or which human species they belong to,
Because my definition of human species is one who not only takes care of her family,
But also the society and leaves behind something that would help a section of society,

I never dislike anyone, but what should I do when faced by selfish species,
All that I can ask for is a separate planet called “The Selfish Wasteland”
Everyone would be so self-involved that they will focus only on their own problems and needs,
Let the others die, how does it matter as long as I am happy,
The motto would be “it’s a selfish planet, I don’t care who you are, all I care is what you do for me”.

I can only hope not to cry with a hope they will realize,
And to stay away from the species which belongs to The Selfish Wasteland.

In Love with Everything

I don’t know whether its fact or fiction,
Don’t know if the feeling is sweet or sour,
Don’t know if it’s a beautiful dream or a strange reality,
Don’t even know if it’s me or someone else,
Don’t know if it’s the world in love with me,
Or am I in love with the world.

I am trying to understand the feelings,
Feels like butterflies in stomach,
Everything sounds good, everything looks beautiful,
Seems like the world is rejoicing,
Feels like the trees are smiling at me,
And the breeze trying to tickle,
Suddenly the world seems so lovely,
With nothing to complain or worry about.

I'll Be There For You

There are times like this,
When I really want to show I care,
When I want to express how his trouble troubles me,
When I want to ask him not to say a single word,
Because I can feel his feelings,
When I want to hold, to assure and give a big hug,
And say, it’s just a phase, and am there for you,

When I want him to know,
That I respect, I admire, I understand him,
And want him to believe,
That I will stand with him and for him,
No matter rain or shine, I wish to be his umbrella,
Promising never to question, or doubt his belief,
But only to look at him with an assuring smile,
Believing his beliefs, and building his confidence,
And making him feel that I will be there - ALWAYS.

Indian Traditions Only for Women

I think Indian traditions were created only to punish women.

Starting from the Dowry system: Parents of female child pay huge sum of money to get their daughters married to some jack ass.

Even modern, well-educated families start saving up money for their daughter's dowry as soon as she is born, so what can one expect from the uneducated masses, whose only form of education is tradition.

Ill Treatment of Widows: Many families blame the untimely death of a husband to the misfortune of the woman. In extreme cases, the widow is made to wear only unattractive clothing and shave her head, although this practice is on the decline - Abandoning everything and mourning for a lifetime – Bull shit

Unequal Share of Inheritance: In most Hindu families, only sons inherit the wealth of the parents and married girls are considered no longer part of the family. – It is said that girls are Paraya Dhan, and that’s why I guess they have no rights to inherit their family wealth.

Women changing her identity (Sir name) after marriage

Children to be named after Father’s name – I fail to understand this concept totally. It is the mother who bears child for nine months, gives blood, life, muscles, body to the child, then why should the child bear the father’s name? It is completely insane.

What is the status of women in Indian Society?
The answer is a complex one -- women are both abused as well as revered in the Indian society; sometimes within the same household.

The Hindu religion calls for worship of the womanhood, and several rituals are conducted in honor of women. At the same time, it denied such privileges as performing the last rites and equal share of inheritance.
The conditions of divorced women, widows, and unmarried working women need substantial improvement.

No matter how much we say that The Indian Woman is no longer captive of traditions, the fact remains that there will be elders who will always want their bahu to be the perfect submissive Indian woman. It is only because of this that Indian women will never be uncaptive of traditions.

Moreover, India is a large country with many regions not very public, there are still villages that are practising Sati and unfortunately, we can do nothing about it.

Deciding Between Practicality and Humanity

What is it that helps one make decisions?
Do we do what our heart says?
Or what our mind calculates?

It seems difficult to see which decisions are rightly made,
Some say think from heart and u will stay happy,
Others say be practical, analyze and then decide.

I know that mind and heart never want the same,
What mind develops, is not accepted by heart,
And what heart cherishes, is worthless for the mind,

Is there any way to bring the two to a consensus?
Can we make our mind like what the heart wants?
Or make our heart understand why its right to do what the mind says?

Sad that practicality and humanity doesn’t go hand in hand these days
We get to pick only one of them,
And got to kill the other,
Which many a time leads to not so happy ending,

I wish I never get to decide between my heart and mind,
I would hate to betray any of it,
And only request my heart and mind to be in sync,
And help me decide the best, accepted by both.

The Empty Nest

Thinking about the past, it feels like it happened yesterday,
We lived in our cocoon, unaware of the world spread in front of us,
Eagerly waiting to spread our wings and fly,
Not fly away, but just fly around.

Impatient to see the beauty outside the cocoon,
Wanting to see the world through our own eyes,
Making a promise to fly around,
And come back to the same nest,
Promising to come back for each other

But when would the butterflies get back to the nest,
Each one following the desired route and path,
Each one with different view flying individually,
Each one having an ambition to achieve
Each with a strong will power and desire to conquer,

Stopping at some point, looking back at the past
Thinking about the other, and wishing the best
Wondering if their paths would ever cross again,
Will they ever want to leave what they built?
And fly back to the old nest of joy and happiness.

Somethings to Remember

Work Ethics:

• Integrity means doing what is right, even if it is unpopular, unfashionable, and unprofitable. Actually, especially when it is unpopular, unfashionable, and unprofitable.
  Develop a reputation for honesty and integrity. If you have failed in these areas in the past, your new job is an opportunity to start fresh. It is a reputation you must earn over time. And live up to that reputation at all times, at work and everywhere else.
• Don’t use profanity, even when others do.
• Never tell dirty jokes, racist jokes, or sexist jokes. And simply walk away from those who attempt to share them with you. True ethics are not situational.
• Make good on your promises.
• If you are not sure you can deliver, don’t promise.
• If you are not sure, don’t do it. That’s your conscience talking. Listen closely.
• Always seek the good in others, and they will be more likely to find it in you.

Interpersonal skills:

• Talk 20 percent and listen 80 percent. And avoid those who talk 100 percent.
• Always take the opportunity to praise others who are worthy of praise. If someone has done well, take the time to compliment them. Praise publicly. In front of others whenever possible. And copy their boss if your praise is via e-mail.
• When someone is telling you a story, don’t interrupt. And don’t try to upstage them with a better story of your own.
• Smile. A lot. Even when you feel like frowning.
• If someone is confrontational with you, avoid the confrontation. Take time to cool off before you respond.
• Be the person in your office who makes everyone else smile. Everyone loves a cheerful person.
• Look for solutions, not problems. Anyone can identify problems.
• When someone compliments you for your work, don’t say “It was nothing” or try to talk them out of it. Just say “Thank you” with a smile and move on. Nothing more, nothing less.
• Life isn’t fair. And sometimes work isn’t either. There will be some days when just getting through the day is the best you can do. Wait until tomorrow to see if things clear up. They usually do.
• Don’t be a complainer. Every work environment has a person who somehow feels responsible to fill the role of office complainer. Let someone else fill that role. And ignore them when they attempt to practice their art upon you.
• When you are unhappy on the inside, do your best to stay happy on the outside. You will eventually turn inside out.

Office politics:

• Show respect for your boss in everything you do. Don’t join in when others are boss bashing. It can be contagious.
• As a subordinate, you must be willing to submit to the plans of others. Submission is not found in obeying the requests of those with whom you are in agreement. True submission is found in obeying another when you are not in agreement.
• The work washroom is located at work. Don’t let your conversation change to match the surroundings.
• When you are personally complimented for something that was a team effort, always give proper credit to the team.
• When others begin to criticize, fight the urge to join in the slaughter.
• Be a builder, not a destroyer.

Education and training:

• Know and understand the company training and development program. And take advantage of it.
• Seek to match your training with immediate application of what you have learned. Apply it and it’s yours forever. Don’t apply it and it’s lost.
• Continue your education. Even if you do not pursue a formal degree, make learning a lifelong vocation. What you learn will affect what you earn.
• If you are a “hunt and peck” typist, learn to type properly. It will save you immeasurable time over the course of your career. And keep you from looking silly.
• Become fully computer literate. You don’t have to be a computer wizard, but you do need to become proficient in the use of technology in your work. Stay ahead of the technology curve.
• Learn to become a team player. College rewards individual performance. Employers reward team performance.
• You probably don’t know nearly as much as you think you know. It often takes the maturity of a lifetime to come to this realization, but if you are willing to acknowledge this fact early in life, you will capture a lifetime of learning and growth.

Financial:

• There is more to life than the endless accumulation of wealth. There will never be enough money. You must find your wealth elsewhere in your life.
• Money does not buy happiness. Happiness is found in being content with who you are and what you have.
• Sign up for your 401(k) plan as soon as possible and have 10–15 percent automatically deducted from your paycheck. You will never have it, so you will never miss it. And you will be well taken care of later in life while others continue to struggle just to survive.
• Always pay your bills on time. Especially credit cards. And student loans. An unblemished credit record is an asset that should be cherished and protected.
• Don’t run a monthly balance on your credit card. If you can’t pay it off, don’t buy it.
• When someone offers you “the opportunity of a lifetime” in the form of multi-level marketing (a/k/a MLM, a/k/a network marketing), save your time and professional reputation with a polite yet firm “No thanks.”
• Regarding any financial venture or investment, if it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

Extracurricular:

• Limit yourself to one glass of beer or wine when dining out with coworkers or clients. And wait for someone else to order liquor first—don’t be the only one.
• Don’t drink at all at the holiday party or other company social activities—besides, it’s much more fun to watch others who are drinking.
• Beware of office romances. Keep personal matters outside the work environment.
• Join a health club. Go before work, during lunch, or after work two or three times a week. It will increase your level of energy in your life. You will look better and feel better.
  Skills for a lifetime:
• Life is never exactly what we want it to be. Life just is. It is what we make of life that will bring it nearer to what we want it to be.
• You are the best investment you will ever have. The dividends received on this investment will pay you back for the rest of your life.
• Be proactive in planning for the future. To gain things in the future, you need to pursue them today.
• Expect great things from yourself and hope for great things in others.
• Set goals in your life. Break down your long-term goals into near-term goals. Then break down your near-term goals into annual goals. Then break down your annual goals into monthly goals. Then break down your monthly goals into weekly goals. Then break down your weekly goals into daily goals. Then break down your daily goals into specific tasks which will lead to results. And make sure it is all down on paper. Then do it. You are on your way to accomplishing all the goals in your life.
• Be observant—learn from the mistakes of others so that they are not repeated in your life.
  When you do make mistakes, take responsibility for them immediately. Denial will only prolong and intensify the error. Acknowledge you were wrong and move on. And do your best not to make the same mistake again.
• Every journey begins with a single step. And with each new step, the objective comes into clearer view.
• Don’t put your ballet shoes in the attic. Do your best to keep your life multifaceted.
• Always give back to those who are less fortunate than you. No matter how hard you have worked to get where you are now, there is always someone who has not had the same opportunities that you have had in life. Do your best to give to help meet the needs of others.
• Stop to smell the roses. And drink in of their fragrance until it emanates from within you.
• t’s not where you start out in life—it’s where you end up.

• And finally, always remember that work should never be your sole purpose in life. No one ever said on their death bed, “I wish I would have spent more time at the office.”
  

The Hedgehog Dilemma

The phrase hedgehog's dilemma refers to the notion that:
(1) The closer two beings come to one another in a relationship, the more likely it might be for them to inflict psychological pain on each other
(2) Yet if they remain apart, they each might feel the roughly-equivalent (psychological) pain of loneliness.

The hedgehog's dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is an analogy about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from one another. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur for reasons which they cannot avoid.

Both Schopenhauer and Freud (philosophers) have used this situation to describe what they feel is the state an individual will find themselves in relation to others. The hedgehog's dilemma suggests that despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without substantial mutual harm, and what results is cautious behavior and weak relationships. With the hedgehog's dilemma one is recommended to use moderation in the affairs with others both because it is in self-interest, and also out of consideration for others. The hedgehog's dilemma is used to justify or explain introversion and isolationism.

P.S: Taken from Urban Dictionary and Wikipedia

I Finally Found Someone - Bryan Adams

I finally found someone
That knocks me off my feet
I finally found the one
That makes me feel complete
It started over coffee
We started out as friends
It's funny how from simple things
The best things begin

This time is different
And it's all because of you
It's better than it's ever been
'Cause we can talk it though
My favouite line was
"Can I call you sometime"
It's all you had to say
To take my breath away

This is it, oh I finally found someone
Someone to share my life
I finally found the one
To be with every night
'Cause whatever I do
It's just got to be you
My life has just begun
I finally found someone

Did I keep you waiting? I didn't mind
I apologise, baby that's fine
I would wait forever just to know you were mine

You know I love your hair
Are you sure it looks right?
I love what you wear
Isn't it too tight?
You're exceptional
I can't wait for the rest of my life

This is it, oh I finally found someone
Someone to share my life
I finally found the one
To be with every night
'Cause whatever I do
It's just got to be you
My life has just begun
I finally found someone
And whatever I do
It's just got to be you
My life has just begun
I finally found someone

3 Kinds of People

There are 3 kinds of people breeding on this earth.

One – Who only talk (all the time)
Two – Who only perform (Without analyzing)
Third – Who talk as per the need and perform to achieve a task

I personally have come across the three kinds,
Am not against any of the three kinds,
But I am afraid, I cannot control the disgust look on my face
When someone fAiLs to FoLLow THE SIMPLE RULES OF BEING

So here we go talking about each of their traits

First kind - Talker
The most annoying I find are those who go blah blah blah….
A thing which could be said in 5 simple words,
Would run into paragraphs and minutes, and hours
I wonder, do they even remember the topic they are supposed to talk about?
Or the agenda of the discussion
Because I completely loose track of where it all started
And why on God’s name did it even start
I wish I could escape these conversations and save some time,
But no baby, you are not so lucky,
You need to be physically present, for all the meaningless chats,
Chanting god’s name to control the temper,
And not make it come onto your face with an erect smile
With every breath saying, it’s a matter of seconds,
And waiting eagerly for the seamless conversation to end
And the way these people end their conversation is,
By blowing their own trumpet,
With a gleam of achievement in their eyes (WTF – sorry for the usage)

Now the most important question is,
How to beware of this species?
I personally know many, who fall in this category,
In the first instance they may look very intelligent,
But believe me they are extremely annoying and dumb,
These people don’t care whether you are interested in the conversation,
Since it mostly is one-sided,
And if you are trying to be kind and trying to make sense of their non-sense,
Then you are only inviting trouble,
The only way to get rid of them is:
Politely – By saying “I will catch you later”
Rudely – JUST WALK OUT

Second Kind – Performer (To follow)

NI & A are back together - Time for a Celebration!!

NI, this is for you babe.

Two young girls,
Met in a small world of Bain’s,
To explore the world unrevealed,
Talking and sharing all that they saw,
Chatting and ogling endlessly,
Exploring all that was prohibited,
No limits to their pranks.

NI, riding motor cycle into men’s college,
Still remember her guts and her never die attitude,
Always fun and the zeal to explore,
Could never appeal to Daniel though,
Short skirts and tattoos and eye liners,
Aggravated the dislike of teachers towards her,
Unbothered and carefree she continued,
Till they gave up on her.

Passing Crush

Just like every passing day, there is a passing crush,
Comes and goes with gust of feelings,
Each one stirring different thoughts,
And each one ending for known and unknown reasons :-)

Nobody is Anybody's

Nobody is Anbody's,
Still a heap of expectations,
Waiting, Wanting, giving, caring.
And then one day, everything just goes with the wind
Leaving nothing but only memories
The more you try to erase, the darker they become
The more you try to run away, the more it chases
The more you put them under your pillow, the more often you see them
May be Just face them,
Realize what is lost,
Agree that at some point it was important,
Agree that it was a part of life
And realize that everyone is a passing cloud.

Moving ON and Moving IN

We meet someone today,
And tomorrow they are lost in the crowd.

We are close to someone today,
And tomorrow he is just another stranger.

How easily we transform ourselves,
Accepting people as and when they come and go,
In and out of our lives

Sometimes reasoning and sometimes not bothering,
At times ready to let go and at times wanting to hold on,

Not knowing what’s coming, and not realizing what’s leaving,
Just taking each one as they come and go,

Standing and watching, waiting for someone to wait on us,
Waiting for someone to hold onto us,

Sometimes wanting to run away from all odds and evens,
Sometimes not knowing where to run,

And sometimes we just run into someone unknown yet so known,
Feeling all so cared and cherished, proud of ones own existence.

It seems to be a game of Snake and Ladder,
Not knowing the snakes or the ladders of life,
Waiting to take up any excitement life throws,
With just one thing in mind, that we move on,
And move into something better that life has for us.

How does it feel to FEEL?

At various phases in our lives we feel differently about different things
Today what feels right, might feel wrong tomorrow
Today what we endure, might be worthless tomorrow
What we feel and do at the spur of a moment, may not be done otherwise

To be able to feel extreme pain or extreme happiness must be bliss
Least of all it gives the opportunity to realize the feelings
I wonder how many have felt pain or happiness

I have known people talk about their feelings
Felt sad, happy, and at times wonderful for them,
They talk about the feelings so naturally, that I want to feel their feelings.

And at some point in time one stops feeling,
One becomes neutral, nothing affects, nothing matters, and nothing hurts,
Don’t know whether it is for good or bad, yet it happens and we don’t realize it has happened.

The Survival Instinct

As I stood in my balcony, I saw three kids (of laborers) in the next building under construction playing with different rather innovative toys.

The toy was a brick tied to a string and the game that these kids were playing was to drag the bricks through the string. The joy on their face was that of any kid playing with any expensive or inexpensive toy.

Among the three kids, two were boys who would collide each others brick carts from the opposite sides. Every time they succeeded in colliding the bricks they felt extremely happy and satisfied. Guess that was the motive of the game. The girl kid had two sponge squares attached to the string and was pulling them just like the boys. She was younger to the boys and tried imitating them. At times she would try to collide into the bricks of the boys and would laugh out aloud. The boys let her collide with their bricks because they felt she’s their responsibility and allowed her to be a part of the game in whatever way possible.

Sometimes the brick would be so close to one of the kid’s feet that I would get scared it might hit the kid’s feet, but something didn’t let that happen. The kids were not very careful while playing yet nobody hurt anybody. I felt that was very strange as to how come these kids without being monitored or taught to play carefully are able to play so well without hurting each other. I guess that’s what is called instinct. The kids by instinct knew how to play without getting hurt or hurting anyone. They intuitively knew how to play carefully and guess that’s what is called The Survival Instinct.