Thoughts of the Worm

Aah! this post for all the guys out there who would need a little help... or say a board with a sign "beware". You may kill, spill, ditch, sleep all day, watch cricket 365 days a year, never take a bath, spike your hair, use the loo for reading, wear pink t-shirts, convert your room into a trash or do just about anything thats not human... but never ever LIE to a woman for you are bound to be caught. What's worse? She wouldn't even be present to tell you how she caught you. "HOW" is a very sacred word. It's a natural gift we are born with. wait a minute.. am not a feminist okay. Just helping GOD spread the word. Read further.. I found this piece while surfing... A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss & several of his Friends. We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that Promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a ...

I'm Tagged and I've to list down Seven Weird Facts about myself. Whats worse than this? Tags make me think lot... *scratches head* and the credit goes to Anu - the one who tagged me! See, I'm not weird at all (chuck what what friends say.. they always blabber) I am absolutely normal... very very normal. Yes, at times my "normal" compass doesn't point exactly to the north... but that doesn't I'm not normal.. you understand what I'm trying to say right? Anyway read on.. 1) I have kept all my school/college books till date.. all books - yes that includes kindergarten too and...have been collecting bus tickets too. (Nope.. I dunt dream of being a conductor..It gives me immense happiness) 2) I love horror movies. I hate romantic-comedy. 3) I love romantic-comedy. I hate horror movies. 4) I hate shopping ... but I can go out and buy u a chocolate. yes I'm a Chocolate-Nerd! (whatever) 5) I love wearing Mismatched colors. 6) I think I have karmic con...

Today I believe strongly that GOD cares for me. Infact, I wish each of us would realize that HE always cared for us. When locks are manufactured, they also manufacture keys. HE too creates problems in our life with the solutions. I was always looking outside myself for strength. Like my previous post, 'pretending' to be strong to actually be one. But lately I realized, its something that comes from within and not from outside. And unless you dunt have a funny side to things, you can't really be strong. Laugh, crack jokes, sound stupid....life is beautiful. If all you see is darkness, remember, it won't last long. It's HIM creating a stronger you for a pleasant tomorrow. 'Attachment' is a sacred word. I know people who follow this 'I-am-unattached' attitude and portray a 'dont-care' facade. Well, I was one of them. Just a few days back, I realized, Attachment is beautiful. You really don't have to be physically connected with the other pe...

I'm currently reading 'Like the Flowing River' by Paulo Coelho. In one of the chapters, Meeting in the Dentsu Gallery, I came across this amazing poem by Mitsuo Aida(1924-91), a poet and calligrapher. Because it has lived its life intensely the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by. The flowers merely flowers, and they do this as well as they can. The white lilly, blooming unseen in the valley, does not need to explain itself to anyone. It lives merely for beauty. Men, however, cannot accept that 'merely'. If tomatoes wanted to be melons, they would look completely ridiculous. I am always amazed that so many people are concerned with wanting to be what they are not; what's the point of making yourself look ridiculous? You don't always have to pretend to be strong, there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well, you shouldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking. cry if you need to, it's good to cry ...

I hug mum with a "good bye" and hurry down the stairs. I was getting late for college. As I cover up a couple of steps, I hear a cat's mewl. Worried that it would pounce on me (though I'm an avid animal-lover, I'm skeptical about letting them get too close. ), I hesitate to step further. My eyes look around for that little thing, but it is no-where to be seen except that I could hear the soft mewls. I gather courage and proceed further. The mewls turn into yowls. Okay, I could sense that things were not that normal. Out of the blue, I see a little paw sticking out of the opening in the wall.... THE WALL!!!??? That "wall" is the wall on the third floor. That "wall" is open from the other side, that is this "opening" is the only thing that can save its life which unluckily is big enough only for that paw! One step to the north and that would the last step of its life. I gather courage to go near it all the while mum yelling that it wou...

Posts after posts.. my blogging frequency has suddenly increased.. guess there are many things happening at my end lately. I missed my college farewell. Wasn't too eager to celebrate anything after the loss of my cousin. I thought I just missed farewell, but I seem to have missed out on a lot of things as well. I never thought I would make a difference in a person's life so much that I would want to be with them again. During my journey in engineering, I met a couple of good people. I had fun with them, shared my moments with them. Somewhere in between we parted. I was hurt initially, but then as they say time heals, it did heal, but the very sight of them, reminded me of the most wonderful times I've spent with them. I'm bad at expressing myself when people pour out their emotions right before me. Maybe that's why I write. Anyway, so you see that is again a reason I wanted to miss farewell. Yesterday, out of the blue, the friend who I had met in my initial years of...

Out of nowhere.... just out of nowhere... I'm actually, really, sincerely feeling happy since a past few days. Dunno whether its the 'got-used-to-things' or 'the-real-thing' ... but I'm feeling good anyway. Now this isnt something I should be sharing .. lol.. but I believe happiness should be shared, no matter if the source to happiness is unknown.. :P I was unable to decide a title for this post... so I let it be. :P (June 30 2009; 12:32 am I finally gave a title to the post!) Ok...now for the actual post.... A few days back, a friend suggested that 'writing' is better than 'blogging'. He feels maintaining a diary is always better than blogging. One can actually 'Talk' to his/her diary... but not with a blog. Somehow I felt he was thoda right... but then not puking out to the world what I'm going through may actually bog me down. Then again... blogging every thought and ever swear (lol) .. its not feasible when you know its going on ...