tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81327383096803865482024-03-14T11:31:58.033+05:30MicroJyotishiWelcome to the world of astrology and my attempt to balance a normal life with that of an astrologer in makingVibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-66709092412061261872012-04-18T00:47:00.000+05:302012-04-18T00:47:09.191+05:30To where next?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">All my life, I have had people telling me to dream, to have aims, and to work hard towards getting them. I as a very practical person never had huge aims and bright ambitions. I have always been the one to be happy with what I have. I try to find joy in the mundane. It doesn't take a lot of money or effort to make me happy. Considering this, having future aims was somewhat hard for me. What will make me more happy has always been a mystery. Most people have aims and ambition regarding their professional lives and dream about owning companies and having important managerial positions in powerful companies. I never had that. <div>As a teenager, being forced to conform to the society and surrounded by dreamy eyed kids aspiring to be successful people in life, I made up some dreams for myself as well. They were never absolute, it was never a live or die situation with them but I did work on them. I was not obsessed with them nor did I work extremely hard for them. There were frequent times when I almost gave them up considering that the work was too much and too intimidating, but the absence of aims is much more troublesome than statelessness of a failed dream. As the time kept crawling I kept my quest for my artificial dreams. As time passed they became more important, the importance of them slowly crept into my consciousnesses and their importance increased some more each time till they were full lifetime goals. Whenever someone asked me what my goals were, I had a list prepared. </div><div>Fast forward ten years later. I am in a different place, still trying to achieve those goals but now a second realisation has crept in. They are finishing. I am completing my life goals at an alarming rate. While I have given up on the idea that attaining these goals will give me satisfaction in life, I do have to worry about the future. My current set of goals will all be complete in the coming few months. I have paid a price for attaining these goals, done things which I wouldn't have normally done. Been through bad times thinking it was necessary if I were to attain my goals. All this had a end. To be a certain person I dreamed to be. Slowly as I metamorphosise into this person, what am I going to do for the rest of my life? </div><div>This will rarely affect my daily life as in an existential crisis doesn't cause me to stop living, it never has. I can always manage to be happy not withstanding any situation. Thing is in a longer run going to create problem for me. Society doesn't accept aimless people and they are frequently looked at with suspicion. Having aims makes a person decipherable, which is what actually everyone wants everyone else to be. As I become my ideal person, I have to come up with something new to keep up the farce. Thing is, last time I came up with such a farce I actually believed it and saw to it to its almost end. Will I end up doing it again? </div><div><br />
</div><div>As I slowly realise that I am living my former dream, what does that leave the future with. As a 12 year old I was once asked the question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" My friends came up with detail answers, all I could manage was "Happy". As a 25 yr old someone might ask me the same in another context and in my heart I will answer "Happy" but cannot say. At the end of achieving a few fake dreams, can one manage to conjure some more? After achieving everything you told everyone you were going to, where do you go next? </div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-47392236477978670592011-06-08T12:21:00.002+05:302011-06-08T12:21:22.838+05:30Changes and us...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16px;">Many a seasons ago I made a very nice statement (I hope it is originally mine and not something I heard somewhere) “Dynamicity is the essence of life”. From that point I quote myself over and over again. Something that does not change dies and something that is dead cannot change. Good concept for evolution and college syllabi, but when it comes to actual people can my quote make a difference? Do our lives govern this physics law and if and when we decide to oppose change are we ringing our knell?</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">To go from something familiar and used to something new can be a very daunting experience. One has a lot of emotions to deal with. Anxiety, excitement, sorrow, happiness and everything indefinable in between to name a few. Over the course of time, the verdict about the change is out and whatever the result we generally are satisfied with what we did. Change itself is always good. A departure from a very good situation to one below it is not very welcome by people but thinking in a very objective and non materialistic way, it is another experience the person would have missed out were they to be confined to their higher situation. We make memories whenever our environment changes, and after all, in the end, all that is left behind is memories. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The perpetual question is, if change is so imperative to your growth as a human being why do we oppose it? Majority of people try to resist change, however it may be. Everyone tries to undo a change that will demote one in any form, but it is no wonder that many try to undo a change that will promote them in life. The uncertainty of future is the thing that many cannot handle and hence consider the risk not worth taking. If we know that we are stagnating ourselves why do we insist on hanging on to obsolescence? What is this obsession with the past, good or bad that makes us behave in this self destructive way? <o:p></o:p></span></div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-151455116914372192011-06-05T21:25:00.000+05:302011-06-05T21:25:47.731+05:30Love- Reality of Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">All through our lives we are told about the presence of true love. A feeling that will come and forever change our lives. A Love that will complete you, love all your shortcomings as dearly as your strengths. First thing we see, when we actually manage to start comprehending the world is fairytales in which after some very unfortunate and now, non-sense appearing string of events, the princess and the prince live happily ever after. Twenty something years later the question is, is that really possible? Is there a fairytale ending to lives? Is love reality or fiction?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">Women have written about this all throughout history. Women somehow feel more positive about this and always seem to believe that some handsome prince on a white horse will come to rescue them, of their apparently boring lives which they are living. Men, on other hand, don’t have the privilege of rescue they have to be the ones to match up to the 'monogamist-in-love' prince who can manage to look like a Calvin Klein model in spite of just recovering from a fight with a witch who suddenly decided that she likes being a dragon more than her ugly self. Perhaps this is the reason why men don’t write much about love in general. Ironically, though, most love poems have been written by men, but the interesting point to note is-when were they written?. Well, they wrote them when either they fell in love, or when the lady (or ladies or gentlemen) dumped them for someone better looking or someone with money. They wrote when their loves died due to smallpox or giving birth to their dozenth child or worse when bitten by a flea who had just abandoned a dead rat. Point is ,men always write about love when faced by a circumstance pertaining to love after some experience about which they can write poems using similes and transferred epithets. Have you ever seen a man writing an article on love just out of curiosity? Someone never been in love writing about love? Well you are now...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: helvetica; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;">A long for stimulating company, a desire to be liked and of course physical relationships- are all the decoys for love. Almost all people like being with other people more or less. No one would like to live a whole life alone in some cave with no one to communicate with and interact. That said we can always have family, friends and sometimes even strangers to talk to. We live in a society where you can put up an advertisement for friends and make friends. These people can also make up the second point and they can like you. All my “points” really don’t make any sense when confronted with the last one. Sex is one major issue. Like it or not, like food and water we (most of us) need sex. Lust is the most agreeable of all the cardinal sins and usually the most frequent one, one is prevailed upon to commit. So is the desire to be in love just nothing but a Victorian sugar coating for lust? Are we just horny? Or is there something that can transcend all of my points and be something surreal, more potent than the most promising mood lifter ever created. Were those man poets really that happy about love or they were just happy they got laid (or were in anticipation they would after exhibiting their poems)? As someone who has not been in love this can be tricky situation but then what do we qualify as love? And most important thing is the current time. For 2011 <strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">define the presence of love</strong>…<br />
How do we differentiate love from lust, friendship or simply a dire want of company? To solve the dilemma we can consider the golden mean of all. It may not be true but in my view love is when you are attracted to someone sexually and at same time have a complete non sexual relationship with them after the act is over. Also the relationship should be enjoyable, people can just throw things at each other and that would still qualify as a relationship however weird it may be. Intelligent readers who somehow have managed to retain their attention till now may easily shout “that’s friendship”. Well to their credit it is. Can love be a perfect blend of sex and friendship? Are lovers just friends who f***?<br />
This article (or whatever you want to call it) does ask a lot of questions, but then seeing the gender of the author, it was expected supposedly. Just a few around us who have found the true love can be the source of the answers and most decidedly they will have different views on love. Experiences and events in life gradually alter a person’s view on love. We all start off with Cinderella and end up either being happily in love with either Cinderella or her wicked sisters, depending on how much cynicism we have built up over the ages. Given all the influences we have on our opinions over the course of time, what should qualify as the correct answer? Or is this one of those unanswerable questions of physics like where did the universe originate and stuff? If so, can love have a singularity like physics has? Or is it too much to ask from a concept so vague that has exponential interpretations of itself?<br />
At twenty three, one may boldly claim the excuse of inexperience and non-exposure to ones defence about having no answers to these questions but as we get older we soon will not have them. To hope that we will have the answer by the time we are ready to be buried/burned or fed to vultures is certainly a lot of useless optimism, but one can certainly hope to have some in sight into this wonderful emotion that has added a lot of happiness (however temporary it may be and however bad the consequences be) to this life we have. At now author claims complete ignorance but very keen to hear from others the answer to question, is love for real?</span></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-41795742326858328282011-05-24T18:25:00.000+05:302011-05-24T18:25:01.857+05:30The Ghost - My new poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; 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</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">With courage hired,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">did she accost;</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">The sceptre tired,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">cold with frost.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Grey face ugly,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">thin frame askew;</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">flesh all dangly,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">but eyes were true.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">I am your past,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">sad,alone,a cast,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">no idea how long,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">before dead at last.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">However disliked,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">abhored, hated time;</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">You, my past spiked,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">even riddled with slime.</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Come with me,</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">Fear not quite;</span></div><div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; 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</span></div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-80690186471103924082011-05-09T11:16:00.000+05:302011-05-09T11:16:28.131+05:30Unruhe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Unruhe, german word for " not peaceful", "restless". Exactly what I am feeling right now. The most scary part? I cannot pinpoint it . Another semester comes to end soon. Though it is still some time for me to graduate I have a an apprehension of what is to follow. This is a new concept since I have never been apprehensive about the future. When you know what is going to happen you don't get shocked. Thing is, even in the deepest faith, there remains a fraction of doubt. What if this does not turn out the way I know it should?<br />
This may seem weird but sometimes I feel someone is watching over me,getting me out of trouble and preventing me from getting into new ones. I do think that this might be an observation for a lot many others. Truth maybe far from that and all those circumstance might be just random events taking place. I do not care for the truth, but if someone is watching over me, then I need him/her/it now.... They need to come and take this Unruhe away, because I my heart knows everything is going to be all right, its just my brain keeps interfering. </div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-68369603491451279782011-05-06T01:00:00.000+05:302011-05-06T01:00:51.250+05:30Why does the right feel wrong?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">For a last few days I had been feeling rather optimistic. Instead of being horribly worried about the future, for a change I was looking at it like a world of opportunities. Naturally this was a phase, because nothing turns out the way I want it. It is always something which is good for me in the long run, but the short-sighted greedy person I am, I fail to see the usefulness of the fiasco right now. If that what happens is right for us, why does it feel so wrong?<br />
<div>Surrounded by optimistic people who say things like "In the end everything will turn out fine" and "'Whatever happens, happens for good", can a sane pessimist survive the onslaught of hope? The worst punishment one can give to a person is a false hope. In such light are optimistic people just killing us? If whatever is happening is supposed to be a part of huge plan which will in the end turn out fine, why is the working of the plan so shitty? And who is to say what we will get at the end of the plan. If the path is any judge to the destination we sure are heading towards Shitville...</div><div>Saw a movie recently North and South 2004. Sound track from the same....a piece called "I have seen hell". The monologue behind this piece goes </div><div></div><div>"How cold and harsh it is here, everywhere there is conflict and unkindness</div><div>I think god has forsaken this place, I believe I 've seen hell......it is white snow white"<br />
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</div><div>One of the many things that caught my eye when I initially came to US was how nice the people were. Everyone is friendly and cordial was impressed by how friendly a nation it was but appearances are indeed deceptive. It didn't take me much time to realise that not everything is rosy red in this over-friendly world. False emotions blur the real emotion without parallel leaving us with just vague idea as to what exactly is going on. This can be a challenge for people like me, over analytical people who HAVE to figure others out. The moment I realised it doesn't seem like it is I cranked up my analytical brain and set forth to creating mental rules to differentiate the false from the true. I swore that one day when someone says "Nice to meet you" I would know if they really mean it or just saying it for the heck of it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Turns out it is better said than done. In a land where you have to be nice to everyone out of compulsion, have people forgot how to be really nice? I do realise that one cannot be genuinely nice to everyone possible. There will always be someone whom you hate, whom you do not wish to be present with and that is very normal I am not referring to them. Dealing with the others(the ones you like and ones you have no opinion about) does one forget the boundary and become false nice too? </div><div><br />
</div><div>The most scary part is not how fake people are(there will always be fake people) but the fact that I have started to behave like one of them. However strong opinion I have about someone I have started to put up a fake smile. As I walk through the University saying "Hi-how are you" to all and the sundry, I do realise that with time I have managed to create a façade, the same one which I detest in others. Fake it maybe but I know where my niceness starts and where it ends, same cannot be said for many others....where everything just sort of blurs into a big fake smile. A perfect face, perfect smile, a perfect lie. </div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-62898424695071463462011-04-18T03:11:00.000+05:302011-04-18T03:11:41.013+05:30Should we settle?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">An old adage goes that "Be with someone who loves you more than you do them". The emotion behind that being that the person will not leave you, but does this extend to accepting someone in your life in spite of not liking them deeply? In matters of relationship, do we have to at times "settle" for a less passion? <div>This thought, of course like all my thoughts, has been spawned from a personal experience wherein I threw away a perfectly amiable relationship chance on the premise that there was not much passion from my side. The only way it can be described is "Flushing a diamond down the toilet". It was perfect on all accords, it was a perfect growth opportunity and not to mention the huge leap in societal status it would have granted me but I refused. Then and even now I keep thinking, was I too quick to react? Should had I given it a chance? Two and half decades into life and not a single serious relationship later, is it time for one to settle?</div><div>As a young person, one has certain expectations and demands in other person and you refuse to look beyond them. The fact that these expectations are fickle can be proven by simple reason that they change over time. So how do you know in a certain period of time whether you will like/not like a person in future. When you have no idea of your future taste, can one make a choice in present? More so ever can that choice be expectant of future love? </div><div>If we go by the argument that even if we do not love the person right now, one will in time grow into it. The most pertinent question is, what if we don't? Wouldn't it be leading someone on for nothing, wasting their time and leaving them high and dry? Even if one does talk it out with the other party before trying, isn't it a little selfish on our part to "try" a person? Further more in a bid to not upset the other person, and the absence of other opportunities one can actually "go along" with it all the while knowing that you have no particular romantic feelings towards the person. At such a time if we were to find someone we like, then what? Also this might happen over years and situation might not be favourable at all then. So we miss out something real because something false has become too comfortable, too routine, too stick on. </div><div>The other side of the coin is that we might be missing out on an opportunity. Everyone has been through phases in life where you do not like people at first but then come to grow into them as time passes and before you know you are best buddies and sometimes even develop feelings for them. In such circumstances how can we be sure that we won't like that person later on? Wouldn't it be a waste, considering the fact that the other person has deep feelings for you. It is not everyday (unless you are exceptionally beautiful, clever, funny and hundred other adjectives) you find someone who likes you a lot. </div><div>After a lot of deliberation and a lot of thought into it, I have not been able to reach a solution. Decision I made has no bearing on my state of mind, it was just an emotional response by an over dreamy non-rational brain. </div><div>Not considering the game players who use people left-right and centre, for common folks who have dreams, aspirations, and at the same time compassion for others do we realise that the time has come for us to settle? Will I in future know that this is viable in spite of being lack lustre right now? Can one prevent oneself from flushing a diamond down the toilet again? Can one learn to settle? </div><div><br />
</div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-55699040678012397262010-11-21T03:58:00.002+05:302010-11-21T03:58:53.137+05:30Does the cover matter?Every single person who has had the fortune of going to a decent school must have been taught (in different language and context of course) that one should never judge a book by its cover. Fact that the exterior doesn’t always represent the interior is the basic premise behind the adage. <br />
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Apart from few people who actually read books because they have pretty covers, this saying doesn’t involve books at all. More so importantly it is about people. The cover here symbolises the exterior, the looks of a person and the content of the book, a metaphor for the personality of the person. How much are we influenced by how a person’s looks while making a judgement on them? For pretentious snobs who claim they don’t judge other people, I would say this article is not meant for sublime humanoids who are beyond the humane follies. For others the question persists, how much importance the cover hold when we no longer talk about books?<br />
Living in a world, bombarded by pictures of false perfection, do we put too much judgement on some factors which a person rarely has control? This thought has been generated by a rather unfortunate incident in which I chickened out of a situation just because the other person involved was not that much of a looker (actually it is much more sinister but hardly writable). The fact that I never gave the contents any chance doesn’t make me a very good person. Can it be that when it comes to the matters of the heart, looks are the most important thing and personality something second in line? Is it a person’s fault he/she does not look very good? Yes a person does have some control over the appearance but save plastic surgery I don’t see any drastic steps that can make anyone look significantly better than what they are. <br />
What is making it worse is the control against which we are judged are greatly increasing to unattainable levels. Extremely thin models, exceptionally well built male models are being flashed to our unknowing eyes. Oblivious to the fact that these people have nothing else to do whole day other than work towards looking good, plus airbrushing, makeup and camera tricks are also involved. Sometimes the people shown are just plain unhealthy and they shouldn’t be a model of anything leave alone beauty. <br />
The most one can do to combat this extreme judgement is to start judging others in the same way you would want someone to judge you. You cannot expect you to be treated fairly if you go about calling people fat for having few extra pounds because when you put on those extra pounds you call yourself fat. For me it’s easier said than done as this simple method accidently overlaps many important psychological areas of importance like self esteem, self acceptance and third party validation. For those who can manage, the world will always be a more accepting and less judging place. For the rest it will always be a struggle to reach that unattainable book cover. Oblivious to the fact that someone out there might be interested in opening the book beyond the cover page and reading the contents, we will keep trying to photo shop the bloody heck out of the book cover.<br />
Hopefully a time will come that will free us from the binds of judgement in future but till that time we will always try to loose that fat we put on when we were enjoying our life, a few moments which didn’t care for the judging eyes, few moments represented by a nice chocolate cake which like the cake finish up leaving behind a dirty plate of conscience and two hours on the treadmill. <br />
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Readers of course realise that every “we” here is me.Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-793856542390555222010-07-26T09:16:00.003+05:302010-07-26T09:26:54.578+05:30Creating memoriesI remember a famous dialog from some random movie in which an old lady advices her son "Son <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> make money, make memories". The thought is really nice but when do we realise that we are making memories? What separates the mundane life from the future memories?<br />We will never know what we will remember and what we will forget, we can never anticipate the magnitude of the event just by itself when it happens. So can we say that memories are cannot be created on purpose? If i say I want to remember this day forever can i do that?<br />In a life full of dynamics, do we actually know that we are living the time of our lives?<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMoMBFhMdDw&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMoMBFhMdDw&hl=en_US&fs=1?color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-4809649996023329702010-07-21T02:52:00.002+05:302010-07-21T03:11:43.114+05:30The agony of Deja vuI am horribly bored so I just decided to visit the blog. I should really start writing regularly, it is cathartic and I have practically nothing else to do for almost a month now. So lets see I hope i do start writing regularly.<br />Reason for this post particularly pertains to a very painful repetition of events in my life. I guess the year to be 2008 and a different country. I don't know but i always seem to save myself from trouble by building huge walls around me. Locking myself up in an ivory tower where I am safe from all the miseries of the world, in a place where no one holds the power to hurt me. Though everyone I meet starts on the same page, some very few do manage to knock down some walls. Few come close to my ivory tower and once in 2 years someone does manage to reach me.<br />I don't know how but sometimes things happen where I open up to people. Bad part of this is, they gain considerable power over me and my thinking, which I don't like at all.<br />Deja vu, the feeling that the present has happened before, like you are living it the second time around. Someone has done this before and someone is doing it now. Last time it hurt me like hell, and I am afraid it is going to hurt again.<br />The thought that I will have to go through this shit again is exasperating. Still don't know what to do. Save myself the heartache I will have in 6months for which I will have to push the person away or have fun for 6months and brace myself for the shit yet once more??<br />Like I always say...time holds the answer in her womb and all we have is ultrasound(astrology) :D. See<br /><br />See you around. A very nice song to mark the sentiment.. The scene where she is eating alone reminds me of myself a lot.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://web1.nyc.youtube.com/v/2szGeOt99y4&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://web1.nyc.youtube.com/v/2szGeOt99y4&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-39822886360381605072010-05-15T08:18:00.003+05:302010-05-15T08:41:41.771+05:30Never forget it was badA friend reminded me of the blog so like just stepped in to write something. I don't know why I ever stopped writing anyway. I should have noted down these 5 months as they turned out to be very important months of my life.<br />Writing this article to just remind me of how horrible time I am having. I realised over time we tend to forget the bad times we had and tend to remember only the good times and get all nostalgic about days gone by. I did this with the '90s. I can safely say that out of all the time in the '90s I just had fun for less than 30% of the time still I tend to remember that as a good time. Reminding of the 30% good times while conveniently forgetting the ordeal of rest of time.<br />I have to stop myself from doing about the current time so writing this. This certainly is the most important time of my life till now but it is in no way all good. It has been full of disappointments and rejections. Jupiter changed in December and certainly improved my life but in perception. By that I mean that the background didn't change at all just the way I perceive changed. I once read somewhere that Jupiter on Jupiter gives a false sense of happiness, a sense that everything is alright. Well that was happening I believe.<br />Now that false sense of happiness is gone with Jupiter's transit to Aquarius. I am back to my sad self. The things that gave me comfort and made me forget the miseries are all one by one going away. Today was the worst day. You can get sad only to a certain extent then you just stop, you can no longer be sad its just not mentally possible to be more dejected than a certain level. That is happening today I reached like a Plataue, now someone tells me something bad I ll probably laugh.<br />This time different thing is that I no longer doubt planets, one event was like a slap on my doubtful face. I do believe that I will have good times to come but till then I want to remember the bad times for what they were BAD...<br />A really nice song from the '90s...the decade that I remember as happy..<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j0F8zEOlUU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j0F8zEOlUU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-91219828237216578192010-01-13T22:53:00.006+05:302010-01-13T23:13:37.500+05:30Silver liningsRight now I am going through a pretty bad time in life. One of my online friends suggested that I should write at such an important time. Deeply thinking its a good idea, writing can be cathartic for the mind, especially when you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> have anyone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">trust able</span> to reveal your true feelings to.<br />The silver lining of this dark cloud is that I have taken a step forward in my readings. I have invested my time in reading classical literature, the sort of literature every "well accomplished" person should know. I read Jane <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Austen</span>,Milton,Wilde and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">of course</span> Shakespeare too. Apart from my wish to be well versed in literature I read more for the joy of it. Thankfully the library in our university is stocked with all kinds of books. So maybe after this drought in happiness is flushed by rain I will be left with a sense of accomplishment.<br />As I wait for the planets to turn and help <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">my</span> fortune I cannot help but realise that this time has taught me many a things. It has changed me a lot, made me more of a man and less of a boy. I still wonder whether this bad spell has stabbed my innocence or injected it with a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">vitaliser</span>. Time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">of course</span> as usual holds the unborn answer in her womb delivering only when he's completely ready to face the world and the world him.<br />Writing an excerpt from a poem by Oscar <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wilde</span> "The dole of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">King's</span> daughter"<br /><br /><em>There are two that ride from south and east,</em><br /><em>And two from the north and west,</em><br /><em>For the black raven a goodly feast,</em><br /><em>For the king's daughter rest</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>There is one man who loves her true,</em><br /><em>Red ,O red is stain of gore!</em><br /><em>He hath <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">duggen</span> a grave by the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">darksome</span> yew</em><br /><em>One grave will do for four.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>No moon in the still Heaven,</em><br /><em>In the black water none,</em><br /><em>The sins on her soul are seven,</em><br /><em>The sin upon his is one.</em>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-15921362742650944732010-01-04T05:52:00.002+05:302010-01-04T06:02:22.991+05:30Hope, good or bad?The reason for this thought is but natural a personal hope. Right now I am hoping that I get a job. I had applied for a job and was called for interview too. Interview went well but owing to the holidays in between the decision has been postponed till the coming week. As the "D week" arrives I wonder what will happen to me? Will I get this job? I can only hope...<br />There is a very famous conversation in the movie "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Shaw shank</span> Redemption" about hope. About how hope can be fatal, crush a man's life when the deed is not fulfilled. On <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">the</span> other hand he spent the time he had hoping for it and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">at least</span> that time was not bad. So what do we do exactly? Is it wrong to hope for something? If the wish does come true, then hope was the best thing to have and if it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">doesn't</span> it was the worst thing.<br />My hope is worst than others, because its based on astrology. I am not just randomly hoping for something. My hope is based on the study if planets. That in sense complicates things because if this hope is not satisfied it will directly assault my belief in astrology. I know it sounds shallow and childish but when you hope for something for months on end, your mind makes up things and dreams that are very difficult to delete. At such a time an entity taking the blame for hope is a healing one. I am not saying that if I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> get the job astrology is wrong, I maybe wrong for astrology. :)Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-61769284835947012812010-01-01T08:18:00.002+05:302010-01-01T08:27:35.214+05:30New year beginsI am writing on the new year's eve. 2009 ends and 2010 begins, as with the year a new decade also begins.<br />I am not out partying because of lack company, my roomates and most friends are away either visiting someone or on work so there is no one actually to force me to go out. Far from being sad or dejected I rather prefer the situation. New year's eve is certainly much better enjoyed alone for me. I for one believe that there is no better time to relax and contemplate sometimes even analyse and plan for the future. The year that went was by far the most turbulent year of my life. After a great sense of improbablity I did manage to secure admission in one of the universities here, applied and procured a visa and finally flew in to US. By far this is the most major life changing event I have ever been through so by that scale 2009 is the most adventurous year of my life.<br />Last year I was sad, 2008 was a very good year and I was sad that it was ending. This is year I am happy. One of the most turbulent year of my life is coming to an end. It gives a person a hope, even maybe false that future is not so turbulent and there is serenity to look forward to.<br />Wishing all a happy new year 2010, may 2010 wash all the sorrow 2009 dragged in with. Happy new yearVibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-14047710977577789332009-11-23T10:24:00.006+05:302009-11-23T11:01:31.888+05:30Good fortune,glorious envy and inglorious acceptanceThe position a person occupies by default in life, something which he occupies without any work aimed at acquiring it can be called the good fortune the person has. Now how "good" the good fortune is totally a different matter but this article is not about that. The article is about the good fortune and the acceptance of the same.<br />People are born with different fortunes and they do different karmic acts which together determine the quality of life they will enjoy. I for one believe that the fortune which we are born with is very difficult to override and some events are predetermined which cannot be changed at all. Such events are seen in the chart as very powerful oppositions of some qualities which are mismatched. We cannot change such things but we can <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> work to make ourselves accept the reality of fortune or misfortune.<br />The fortune of some is the cause of envy for some due to the absence of the same. The problem is not the envy. It is natural for human beings to want something and to see someone better apparelled than self will <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> be a cause of hate. Actually it is one the emotions few can resist so I have called it glorious here.<br />So now the real problem. Refusal to accept the reality of the time can lead to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">persistent</span> envy and envy once prompts a person to act can it can be very bad for karma. Well if a person refuses to believe in such concepts then please go on...act on your envy. The fact of matter is that the early the person learns to accept fate more easy it becomes for him to remain happy in that fate. I know it is difficult, and I am no saint(not yet :P maybe in few decades :D) but we have to try and try. Crying over misfortune is the initial reaction which is very fine but when we devote time to think we should pull up the bar and accept the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurrence</span> thus enabling us to be happy even in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">misfortunate</span> conditions because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what a life is about...being happy for most of it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> it? :)Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-80994696166744398592009-09-22T06:22:00.004+05:302009-09-22T07:11:11.861+05:30Spirituality, religion and material comforts."I am spiritual, not religious" said a friend once. I wondered whether there is a relationship between the two which stands irrespective of the presence in belief in either? A brief view of what spirituality, religion interweaves and what the two of extend to concept of material things.<br /><br />Spirituality is the most misunderstood and the most misused word in a religious context. Anyone anywhere can claim to its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">existence</span> in himself irrespective of what he does and what he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn't</span>. To add to the misery if the judge, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">spirituality</span> has no yardstick of measurement what so ever. Religion, morality they have yardsticks, may be different for different cultures and areas but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">atleast</span> we have a context, a background over which can map and find abnormal behavior which can be marked as positive or negative. Now whatever result it may give and its connotation is purely subject to readers views but none the less we have a rudimentary measuring scale. Spirituality on the other hand is weird. Who is spiritual? Who is "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">unspiritual</span>"? And worse how to plot the varying shades of grey in between?<br />Religious people follow their own religions. They follow the rules written in their holy books, rules made by their religious leaders and act as how they are supposed to act as a conglomeration and as a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">representative</span> of the same. Muslims <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">don't</span> eat pork, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hindu's</span> beef etc. This is a superficial manifestation of a real in depth idea of religion. Religion and the most important concept incorporated in it the "god" has many layers to it and thinking closely the last few layers are the ones closest to spirituality. The sense of closeness to supreme entity and a connection, a communication with him(or her or it). Religion in its purest forms is a representation of path to spirituality.<br />So how we go beyond the barriers of religions and judge a person as spiritual? For that a hypothesis must be made. "There exists a spirit in each living thing which is the cause of life". This assumed we can go further deeper into the depths slicing asunder the superficial layers of material "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">religion" ism</span>. A person who works with his spirit is a spiritual person. A person who walks alongside his spirit is a spiritual person, a person who lets his spirit lead him to his destination is a spiritual person. It seems so simple in abstraction but what does that mean in actual world?<br />Simply saying, the power to separate the surroundings from your self is spirituality. To separate the material comforts from the sense of wellness is spirituality. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">doesn't</span> mean you have to donate everything and walk naked in the forest. It means to be able to be cut off from a material comfort and yet not let that void get to your psychological well being. Dish washer not working? All of us do the dishes by hand. Some get angry scream, shout, manhandle the utensils(as though it were their fault that you decided to cook in them). Some just do the job, somewhere in the mind they curse the dish washer, or the company that made it, or the person who came to deliver it or the model who advertises it. And then there are few who get upset(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">of course</span> anyone would) but "LEAVE" behind the happenings and move ahead, do the dishes. This is spirituality.<br />The material comforts are good, they make our life easy but they <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">shouldn't</span> become our life. Wedding take place centered around the bride's dress? The dress is more important than the thought that another person is committing is life to you?<br />Extremely speaking we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">shouldn't</span> be dependent on any of the material comforts at all but practically thinking that is highly impossible. We cant go out hunt animals and poo on the ground now can we? So the next best alternative is to reduce the dependency on the amenities which can be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">replaceable</span>. The least we can do is not center our life around things. Fancy clothes and gadgets <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">don't</span> replace or enhance a spirit they just are a cause for spiritual decay.<br />In astrology the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">th</span> place, the place of happiness has the most strong connection with spirituality. Strikingly it also rules the home and conveyances. How can a place rule material comforts and their dissociation at a same time? Yes it can. The place is an indicator of how a person enjoys his material comforts. There are people happily sleeping on floor while there are people who cant sleep on Egyptian cotton sheets. This ability is the function of 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">th</span> house. A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">benfic</span> planet like Jupiter, moon, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">venus</span> here creates a person who can sleep on floor while a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">malific</span>(however be it placed) is the opposite.<br />So the path to spirituality may not be easy, and everyone sure cant wash dishes without making noise. The golden middle is slowly training yourself to be more and more spiritual. Make use of all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">amenities</span> that you have, just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">don't</span> become a dependent wreck on them, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">don't</span> get addicted to them. This maybe difficult but trials can give the ability(maybe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">varingly</span>). The path to a spiritual life takes us through thorns but without thorns we never appreciate our shoes and the cobbler who made those for us.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Similarly</span> we never appreciate life and its creator without seeing the other side of the coin.Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-23607064880975597132009-09-19T09:38:00.004+05:302009-09-19T10:13:15.950+05:30Indian night out in Cleveland<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg9SyUUNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qmXEBO9bahU/s1600-h/100_0145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383034060745756882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg9SyUUNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/qmXEBO9bahU/s320/100_0145.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg8xVp0PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ihQv-AVCsV4/s1600-h/100_0144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383034051767161074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg8xVp0PI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ihQv-AVCsV4/s320/100_0144.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg8a4ESDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IFYIBxd08h0/s1600-h/100_0118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383034045737486386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_77ucHQGaU5I/SrRg8a4ESDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/IFYIBxd08h0/s320/100_0118.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>I just came from a night out in Cleveland. We had an indian party, all indian students together gathered to celebrate the arrival of new indian students for fall 2009. I was quite apprehensive about attending such parties but now I have realised that those can be fun.<br />Later we walked home which is about 20mins away from the party hall, walking at night in Cleveland was very nice feeling, it is not too cold to shun outsides here yet and we all are enjoying the last days of summer now.<br />Entire day felt like shit today. I still haven't got a job, and the job which I was interested in is going to someone else (I suppose), then I emailed my professor on wrong email id, and an unmentionable yet sad event. In and all a total day of Ravi shani yuti. Lets see what good happens when the conjunction wears off tomorrow.<br />Till then I wait for sun to re-emerge from Saturn's shadow<br />Few pictures from party and the walk home.. </div></div></div>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-44881621196005715862009-09-07T08:50:00.004+05:302009-09-12T11:15:54.812+05:30To do or not to doAgain the immortal dilemma strikes. "To do or not to do" that is the question. Right now I am stuck in a transition phase with many changes. Most of changes I have accepted with an open heart and clear open mind. Some however are dilematic.<br />Like here I cant get good vegetarian food, having two carnivores as room mates doesn't help either. They cook up animals every other day and I am left to fend for myself. Well I am a good cook and can feed myself perfectly well, but with the unavailability of many things I cant prepare food with variety to it. After some time boredom sets in and eating is a chore. Many people have urged me(including my parents) to give up this vegetarian diet and start eating dead bodies(ie meat). This is a tricky situation, do I give in to my situation and start eating meat or stick to my current diet devoid of meat. This isn't just about chicken, this is about the beliefs I believe in. This is about the concept I consider correct. Will I or rather Should I give up all my beliefs and stands just because I moved to a different Continent??<br />Then comes the American way of life. Parties, parties and some more parties. I hate those parties, I totally detest them but those are the only ways to meet new people. Should I put myself through something which I hate just that I am not alone? frankly I don't mind being alone, I would have loved to live by myself but given the financial restraints I am sharing an apartment. The problem is when I see people have a nice time I too think that I should have some good time with people. What I don't think, would I be really having a nice time if I were in place of those people?? I really don't know and trying is too much an effort.<br />And the dilemma continues with alcohol, abuses etc etc.<br />My way to deal with this problem? Just wait and watch for directions. After 2 long years Saturn is finally moving, removing the bad aspect to my vital houses in horoscope. So I am expecting something to change and when it does Saturn will reveal the direction I am supposed to go.<br />Sometimes when you cant decide "to do or not to do"..don't decide at all.<br />Let fate do it for you.<br />A beautiful scottish song.....calming music..<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnyOqAiFyKc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnyOqAiFyKc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-51130062120885359632009-08-20T19:02:00.003+05:302019-08-06T07:24:56.653+05:30Welcome to America<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So finally got time to write a blog. This is my first post from USA.....<br />
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I arrived in US about a week ago but was busy with the university process so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn't</span> get time to write anything. After a l<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ong</span> process of examination,application,visa,packing,a gruellingly long flight, lot of jet lag I finally arrived in US. I had a flight from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mumbai</span> to Atlanta and another connecting flight from Atlanta to Cleveland,where I currently am. Weird emotions, when you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> have it you are constantly thinking of how you can have it, and when you DO have it, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">booh</span> its no more important.<br />
United states is a little different country, It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">doesn't</span> have an ethnicity or a culture it can call it its own, it surely is a melting pot of all the world has to offer. It is a country where you can find a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">cafeteria</span> owned by a black person, which has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Latino</span> waiters serving <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">German</span> pastries to finicky <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Indian</span> customers :). One thing I totally hate is the amount of eat eaten here. There is practically nothing I can get in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">restaurants</span> here. They have very little vegetarian food on counter. I do cook for myself but that always is not possible with the time constraints and the odd class hours. I have a class at 6pm to 9pm.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">WTH</span> is this?? :O. Anyway the thing is this country is not like any another. In many countries it is possible to identify the "country people" and the foreigners, but here uh ha. USA is just not that easy, people who might look like totally adapted to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">American</span> way of life actually might have alighted from an aeroplane in last 48hours and vice a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">versa</span>.<br />
<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Hmm</span>..like it or not, I have to live here for another 2 years now. Like loudspeakers at Atlanta airport I say "Welcome to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">America"</span></div>
Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-24693144206653897662009-07-13T00:16:00.002+05:302009-07-13T00:31:00.964+05:30Unremarkably remarkableI had the most odd day today. I had decided to go for a morning show at 9 with a couple of friends. As usual we all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn't</span> get up on time for 9 show. Hurriedly we raced to theatre to catch the 11 show and viola..there is no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Transformers</span> 2 show at 11. We got tickets for the 2pm show. now what to do from 10:30 till 2??<br />Then the fun began. We went into a really crowded restaurant. We knew that this restaurant would be horribly crowded at this time on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Sunday</span>, still we on purpose went in. We wanted to past time. There we we waited for an hour to get the table and I loved 45minutes of the wait. We had a boy constantly looking at us(or rather me :P). We spent a lot of time discussing whether he is gay or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">bi curious</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">hehehehe</span>...<br />Later we finally got a shared table <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ie</span> its a big table we share it with other customers. Our table sharers were quite weird. First there were 3-4 ugly boys with us on table. They were talking of going to US and all, we were like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">puhlease</span>..we have our visas"..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">heheh</span> just some boasting. Later a very weird fellow came and sat next to us. He wore s formal pant a very formal leather belt and to match off a funky t-shirt and a winter cap(??????? in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">July</span>????) and was listening to what seemed a mp3 player(which actually on close observation was a cheap radio). He started screaming for tea, loudly. Whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">restaurant</span> was like "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ehh</span>?? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">wth</span>"..he got his tea drank it like he were sipping vintage wine and then straight went to restroom. Returned in few minutes and just sat for dew minutes plain blank done, almost comatose. Later paid the bill and went away..<br />It was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">unusual</span> time in restaurant.<br /><br />Now you would say whats remarkable about this?? This was the last time I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">waiting</span> with this very close friend of mine. He too is leaving for USA.<br />A single fact changed an entire stupid story into what is really was "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Unremarkably</span> remarkable".Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-46333772175785576412009-07-11T20:14:00.002+05:302009-07-11T20:37:36.393+05:30See you once again...Generally I say that to any person while we say byes. Yesterday I realise that sometime in near future I will have to stop it for once. I still have time to go to USA, but one of my friends is leaving a little earlier as he will spend time with his family in New Jersey. As I saw him calling up all friends to tell them that he is going and wants to meet them one last time, it slowly dawned upon me that I would have to do the same some day.<br />Then I realised that there will be last meetings and last byes. I doubt when I return the things will have changed and I can no longer see and meet the friends that I did. However optimistic a person is, 2 years is just too much of time and this is tentative. Further I may meet close friends, what about the people who are friends but not that close? Will I even try to contact them?? Will I be the same person? Will the ever changing dynamicity show its irreversible effect and metamorphose my very existence into something that is absolutely different than what I am?<br />The womb of time holds the answer and it doesn't deliver prematurely..EVER..<br /><br />A song that I have loved for ages. Westlife sings "My love".<br /><br /><em>So I say it in a breath </em><br /><em>Hope my dreams will take me there</em><br /><em>Where the skies are blue </em><br /><em>To see you once again my love</em><br /><em>All the seas go coast to coast</em><br /><em>Find the place I love the most</em><br /><em>Where the fields are green </em><br /><em>To see you once again </em><br /><br />I hope I see you once again, really......<br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEP_u1VbAtY&hl=" fs="1&color1=" color2="0xe87a9f" width="480" height="385" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-36598820266707070452009-07-10T22:01:00.003+05:302009-07-10T22:08:28.812+05:30"Bhoolna aur Yaad nahi rehna""<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bhool</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jana</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">aur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">yaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">nahi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">rehna</span>"...What is the difference in the two?<br />I saw a TV show which was a very nice portrayal of a woman afflicted by <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Alzheimer's</span> disease and is treated as a mad person and thrown out of her house. The show showed how she hires a taxi to go meet her family but fails to remember her address leading to various situations....<br />At the very end it is shown that the her son had forgotten her birthday. Then the difference between the seemingly same emerges.<br /><br />We forget what we want to, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dont</span> remember what we want to.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Bhoolna</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">aur</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">jaad</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">na</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">rehne</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">mein</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">kafi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">farak</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">hain</span>.....Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-64009428554343528952009-06-05T20:33:00.002+05:302009-06-05T20:49:24.674+05:30And it rained...Rain was eluding Pune city for over 15days now. Usually it starts raining pre monsoon showers by end of May but this year it didn't drop a single drop till today..<br />Today was a sad day, a small tragedy in family made all sad ans busy. It was not much to cry over but sorrow was in the air. So spent the most of the day thinking and being somewhat sad. Later in evening it just happened that the sky filled a grey colour and within minutes it became evident that it was going to rain today. As if to calm and mollify the sorrow, heavens opened up after a long time. A summer tempest type rain was very comforting and relaxing. I make a point to wet myself in first rains on Monsoon, that is really a nice feeling to have. This year it was least expected considering the situation, but monsoon itself wanted me to be wet. I was returning home on bike when drops suddenly bounced off the hot arid tar. As I rode home filled with thoughts mostly sad, as if to calm me down, as if to quickly move forward, as a signal of hope and happiness...<br />It rained.....<br />Song to suit the mood<br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AWApX4d5AbU&hl=" fs="1&" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8132738309680386548.post-84635532699761928702009-05-31T22:37:00.002+05:302009-05-31T22:59:43.355+05:30Crossing the streamMay ends and with it I lay to rest many ghosts of past. Many stories in my life are either finished or drawing themselves to dramatic endings. I always wonder the way of fate, it just makes way for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everything</span>. Things just fall in in right places, places are made for things to fall in. An effortless way of fate to meet all the requirements. What seems utterly impossible turn into blaring realities. One move by planets and the entire background on your life is situated turns around and reveals a new colour to which you are supposed to adjust.<br />There is a very old song by ABBA called "I have a dream" in which a line goes "When I know the time is right for me, I cross the stream". I am feeling the same way. Its time to cross the stream.<br />Thanks to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dasha</span> change I have a very new outlook to life and a very cool, stable approach to life.<br />Now I guess I am ready to cross the "symbolic" stream.<br />There are number of things which bind me to this shore of streams..thought most of them are finding way to end association. Really things are really fixing themselves, people making their own exits. I will be hard just to pack up and leave for ever, but I have no choice. I have to follow my fate and that signals me to leave now.<br />As far as people I am leaving on this shore then it will be difficult for them. Mainly my family will be affected much. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">don't</span> have any prominent friends. I had a very good friend but I am not on talking terms with him since a months now, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">that's</span> a closed story. I think I ll meet him once before I leave, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> know lets see when "bye bye" time comes. Another friend is like me leaving so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">that's</span> his own fate and story. So mainly family that will miss me, but its a temporary thing, they will get over my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">absence</span> soon. Time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">doesn't</span> stagnate and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">doesn't</span> let anyone stagnate. Changes are eternal and only death can rescue you from changes..<br />So in June I finally step ahead to cross the stream. Bye bye comfortable May..hope to see you once again in life.<br />Same song "I have a dream" by ABBA<br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ad9U3h2UmcA&hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed>Vibhavhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09794026260009653530noreply@blogger.com0