Friday, December 19, 2008

Self indulgence my friends thats what this blog is about!!

I refuse, I refuse to give in to this temptation that threatens to poison us all, slowly spreading through the hills and risig above mountains ,across seas... it has become unstoppable!!

A virus that mutates and evolves , improvises to "seemingly" fill the holes in time that are ever present in modern lives. Holes it fills to the brim with poison, poisoning what u may ask.Time my friends it is poisoning time...Time of the people who blog(me) and those who read (u=people whom I force this pointless rant).

Too late for this piece advice now...already done...
now i shall leave u all to slowly and painlessly rot and be ravaged by the invagiries of time!!

keep rotting.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

HOT

My 6 year old cousin who lives in the UK arrived at my parents house in Mumbai a couple of days back...
After spending a few mins in the house he says to me , "Can we switch off the heating?"

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Smile

She stood there, with her elbows on the ledge and her face cupped in her palms, gazing below as if waiting for someone, or something . As she waits a memory comes to her from her solitude . A smile plays on her lips . And the smile reaches her eyes as that which she was waiting for arrives ; tumbling from her lips in her forward reclined state .

If someone were to witness her in this moment , as did I , it would be obvious to them that the smile on her lips is now but vestigial to the smile reflected in her eyes . The smile that turned inwards , meant for and inspired by the object of her affections.

-Witnessed by me, as I stood across from on her , my elbows on a ledge.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Wear Sunscreen :P

I think this was delivered at a Stanford Convo..
Wonder what'll happen at mine ??


Wear Sunscreen



This amazing song goes something like this…

Ladies and gentleman of the Class of ‘97.

Wear sunscreen.

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, whereas 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’ve 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 are 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 bubble gum. 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 every day 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 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-year-olds 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 funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate 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 of 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 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’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a 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 who knew you 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 fantasise 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’ll 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.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

4 lines I will not defile with my own words.

Humne dekhi hai un aankhon ki mehekti khushboo,
Haath se chhooke isse rishton ka ilzaam na do.
Sirf ehsaas hai yeh, rooh se mehsoos karo,
Pyaar ko pyaar hi rehne do, koi naam na do.

-Gulzar.


Thursday, July 24, 2008

Rationality??

Distance makes the heart grow fond,
Time the balm,
Some battles got to the mighty,
The distance goes away,
And all that was,
Still is,
All battles do not go to the mighty.

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