Baap of Random okay. Ready? Whatever.
(On phone)
Me: Achaa, when is N's birthday?
She: May 5th, I guess. Ya, May 5th.
Me: Shit. Okay. I'll call you in a second
*keeps the phone down and calls N*
N: Hiii
Me: Hi! I am so so sorry! I absolutely forgot! I dont even remember what I was doing on May 5th! Sorrryy! Belated happy birthday anyway! How was it?
N: Ummm S, it's only April. Hahahahhahahaha!
Me: Oh. Yaaaa! No wonder. Sorry. No wait. Why? Shit. I'm such a doufus :S
Me eeej becoming old. Brittle bones, loss of memory, poor vision and all that.
Or maybe some 'vacation sickness' where you totally lose track of date! Doing nothing substantial. I feel like a lazy bummm.
April. Yes, I shall remember.
My cousin was asked how much gold costs in some MBA interview.
What? Why? What makes them think we care?
Plus, I hate gold. Silver's much better :D
'..I can't remember the last time we kissed. 'Cause you never think the last time is the last time, you think there'll be more..'
Don't ask me why I posted the above quote? :P
Aaii.Hawe.No.Clue.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Love it is.
I think I'm in love. Shashi Tharoor. Shashi Tharoor. Shashi Tharoor. That man is all over the place. He is SO incredibly good looking :O
He's 54 but oh-my-god just look at him!
Talking about love.. I wanted to share this with all of you. This was written by Darshan Chande, a fellow blogger.. while we were discussing about ‘love’. Long read but some GOOD stuff, trust me :)
#86 Strength to accept the reality only comes through awareness.
#89 Love is a magic in itself. This magic has nothing to do with the object of love. When you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease.
Read the first thought I quoted above. The awareness here would be the awareness about LOVE. Love is such a profound thing that for centuries people have been trying to understand it and there are hundreds of theories explaining it. But still it's topping the list of psychological pains the mankind suffers.
Now read the second thought I have quoted above.
Love simply is liking beyond limit. When you don't just like something, but like it "very much", you say you "love" it. Love is heightened state of liking. Nothing else. In case of interpersonal love, there are numerous reasons why you may feel love for someone. Note that there's no difference between "love" and "attraction". Few of the reasons for being attracted to someone are beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc. Because of these or any of the countless other reasons you may develop intense liking for some person. Nothing is wrong about it. Liking something is a pleasure. Like watching a flower is a pleasure. Or facing cool breeze on a mountain-top is a pleasurable experience. Love, too, is a pleasurable experience. Very natural characteristics of love are feelings of compassion and care for the person. That naturally comes because, of course, you would not like offending and thereby risk losing someone who gives you that pleasurable experience. It's like when you hold a delicate flower how it naturally occurs to you to hold it with care. That's because of love.
That's love. Love is a pleasurable experience of being in admiration of something or someone. The important thing to understand here is that it's those abstract things (beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc) which are giving you this experience, and the object in concern (the person) is just a medium. You very well know that in life you can fall in love more than once. This very well proves that it's not the object but the abstract qualities carried by the object which inspire love. It's a fallacy of human mind, or rather a weakness, that every time one is in love with someone one believes that this person is the best one could have and that this love is "meant to be" and things like that.
When I say "love is a magic in itself, and this magic has nothing to do with the object of love", what I mean is that all the (magical) pleasure you derive out of love is in the act of loving itself. You love a flower because of its beauty and fragrance. They are not the object (which is the flower) but the abstract things carried by the object. So, you say you love the flower. Then I have said "when you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease." You love the flower. You become obsessed with it. But flower is a mortal thing. Prone to change. After a couple of days it's ugly. Now you grieve over it. No. Don't. Look there in the garden outside there are thousands of flowers spreading their beauty and fragrance. Once you see it you will again fall in love with some other flower. Because it was not the flower but the beauty of it which was captivating. It's the beauty which is eternal and everlasting and not the object.
An aware person would know this fact. Understand why you love. Identify the abstract things because of which your love is. And know that the object is just a medium. Don't be obsessed with the object, because it will not remain. Just like the flower does not remain. If you cling to the object there will be pain. Hence I call this sort of love, obsessive love, a disease.
There's nothing wrong if the flower remains for life. But the awareness of the essence of love is necessary. Almost 99 percent of the people are ignorant. They get committed to the person they love. Then gradually as the flower goes no-more-fragrant the person loses those qualities, but still they cling to each other, only because they have lost the strength to be one their own again. Love is impossible in such a case. Then the only resort to keep from going mad is creating illusions. People then form illusions that love still is. But such love of illusion is not beautiful. Certainly not. Is it?
Here's one more thought I had penned a few days back -
#66 'I like this person beyond limit.' This is love. 'I want us to be committed.' This is absurdity.
Enjoy every aspect of the relationship AS IS. Be in love with love, and be grateful to the object for giving you the opportunity to experience love. If the object remains, good. If not, love still is, all around you. No one can take it. What are you afraid to lose?
His blog:http://www.darshanchande.com/
Worth a look!
He's 54 but oh-my-god just look at him!
Talking about love.. I wanted to share this with all of you. This was written by Darshan Chande, a fellow blogger.. while we were discussing about ‘love’. Long read but some GOOD stuff, trust me :)
#86 Strength to accept the reality only comes through awareness.
#89 Love is a magic in itself. This magic has nothing to do with the object of love. When you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease.
Read the first thought I quoted above. The awareness here would be the awareness about LOVE. Love is such a profound thing that for centuries people have been trying to understand it and there are hundreds of theories explaining it. But still it's topping the list of psychological pains the mankind suffers.
Now read the second thought I have quoted above.
Love simply is liking beyond limit. When you don't just like something, but like it "very much", you say you "love" it. Love is heightened state of liking. Nothing else. In case of interpersonal love, there are numerous reasons why you may feel love for someone. Note that there's no difference between "love" and "attraction". Few of the reasons for being attracted to someone are beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc. Because of these or any of the countless other reasons you may develop intense liking for some person. Nothing is wrong about it. Liking something is a pleasure. Like watching a flower is a pleasure. Or facing cool breeze on a mountain-top is a pleasurable experience. Love, too, is a pleasurable experience. Very natural characteristics of love are feelings of compassion and care for the person. That naturally comes because, of course, you would not like offending and thereby risk losing someone who gives you that pleasurable experience. It's like when you hold a delicate flower how it naturally occurs to you to hold it with care. That's because of love.
That's love. Love is a pleasurable experience of being in admiration of something or someone. The important thing to understand here is that it's those abstract things (beauty, nature, body language, intelligence, sexual pleasure etc) which are giving you this experience, and the object in concern (the person) is just a medium. You very well know that in life you can fall in love more than once. This very well proves that it's not the object but the abstract qualities carried by the object which inspire love. It's a fallacy of human mind, or rather a weakness, that every time one is in love with someone one believes that this person is the best one could have and that this love is "meant to be" and things like that.
When I say "love is a magic in itself, and this magic has nothing to do with the object of love", what I mean is that all the (magical) pleasure you derive out of love is in the act of loving itself. You love a flower because of its beauty and fragrance. They are not the object (which is the flower) but the abstract things carried by the object. So, you say you love the flower. Then I have said "when you become obsessed with the object, love is no more love but a disease." You love the flower. You become obsessed with it. But flower is a mortal thing. Prone to change. After a couple of days it's ugly. Now you grieve over it. No. Don't. Look there in the garden outside there are thousands of flowers spreading their beauty and fragrance. Once you see it you will again fall in love with some other flower. Because it was not the flower but the beauty of it which was captivating. It's the beauty which is eternal and everlasting and not the object.
An aware person would know this fact. Understand why you love. Identify the abstract things because of which your love is. And know that the object is just a medium. Don't be obsessed with the object, because it will not remain. Just like the flower does not remain. If you cling to the object there will be pain. Hence I call this sort of love, obsessive love, a disease.
There's nothing wrong if the flower remains for life. But the awareness of the essence of love is necessary. Almost 99 percent of the people are ignorant. They get committed to the person they love. Then gradually as the flower goes no-more-fragrant the person loses those qualities, but still they cling to each other, only because they have lost the strength to be one their own again. Love is impossible in such a case. Then the only resort to keep from going mad is creating illusions. People then form illusions that love still is. But such love of illusion is not beautiful. Certainly not. Is it?
Here's one more thought I had penned a few days back -
#66 'I like this person beyond limit.' This is love. 'I want us to be committed.' This is absurdity.
Enjoy every aspect of the relationship AS IS. Be in love with love, and be grateful to the object for giving you the opportunity to experience love. If the object remains, good. If not, love still is, all around you. No one can take it. What are you afraid to lose?
His blog:http://www.darshanchande.com/
Worth a look!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Random realisations ..
Be Selfish. Be very selfish. Not self-centered.
There have been times when I've been happy or very happy but never content. Now, it's time to move a step forward.
Don't give free ka gyaan. Some people just don't deserve it.
Regretting is a horrible feeling and when it's related to someone who no longer exists, it becomes 10 times worse.
Imagining to be partying in Alaska when it's actually freaking hot, helps. No really, it does.
All the stuff about loving selflessly is bullshit. They make it look like it takes effort. Infact, it's just the opposite. When you're in love, you do stuff because you want to do them ..because it makes YOU happy more than anyone else.
I can never ever write a poem in my life. Never :P
When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it may be that they take better care of it there - Cecil Selig
Being ignorant might help you for sometime but there will come a time when it'll hit you hard in your face. Ignorance is not always bliss.
You don't have to practice 'self control' if you just tell yourself that you don't need someone/something to survive.
Forgiving is tough. Forgive but never forget.
Sometimes, we may want something very badly but might not end up getting it but it's certainly worse for those who arent even aware of what they want.
Thinking about how a relationship or anything rather, will end is the worst way to start it.
Sania Mirza will have A LOT to tell her kids!
Sometimes, tacky songs are all you need to lift your mood up. Haha
Cya Baabloos.
Baabloos sounds disgusting, I know. But there’s this Bengali aunty nearby who can’t stop baabloo-ing kids. So, that’s where baabloo comes from :P
There have been times when I've been happy or very happy but never content. Now, it's time to move a step forward.
Don't give free ka gyaan. Some people just don't deserve it.
Regretting is a horrible feeling and when it's related to someone who no longer exists, it becomes 10 times worse.
Imagining to be partying in Alaska when it's actually freaking hot, helps. No really, it does.
All the stuff about loving selflessly is bullshit. They make it look like it takes effort. Infact, it's just the opposite. When you're in love, you do stuff because you want to do them ..because it makes YOU happy more than anyone else.
I can never ever write a poem in my life. Never :P
When the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, it may be that they take better care of it there - Cecil Selig
Being ignorant might help you for sometime but there will come a time when it'll hit you hard in your face. Ignorance is not always bliss.
You don't have to practice 'self control' if you just tell yourself that you don't need someone/something to survive.
Forgiving is tough. Forgive but never forget.
Sometimes, we may want something very badly but might not end up getting it but it's certainly worse for those who arent even aware of what they want.
Thinking about how a relationship or anything rather, will end is the worst way to start it.
Sania Mirza will have A LOT to tell her kids!
Sometimes, tacky songs are all you need to lift your mood up. Haha
Cya Baabloos.
Baabloos sounds disgusting, I know. But there’s this Bengali aunty nearby who can’t stop baabloo-ing kids. So, that’s where baabloo comes from :P
Friday, April 2, 2010
I lowe my rubbish
Oh so while talking to a friend today about getting filthy rich and all that, I randomly made some mental notes to myself which I wish to share because I’m not able to sleep and it’s my blog which allows me to jot down any irrelevant *shit* here.
Okay, so I’m going to marry a struggling actor whose struggling days will end some years after we get married. You’ll say what if he remains a struggling actor all his life and I’ll say he won’t because I’ll inspire him to just get better!
And then after that we’ll have our own Mannat in some sexy beach.
Voila! I’m so settled!
And why a struggling actor? I don’t know. Just struggling okay, so that he can’t look beyond me because he’ll be so struggling-struggling at that time. Get it?
And yes, we’ll have a pet so that my kids would treat the pet like their child which would improve their motherly/fatherly skills so that they turn out to be good parents later in life.
That was my life full of rainbows and butterflies. I know.
And who says I don’t plan ha! :P
British guys are H.A.W.T
Omg! I just love their ‘mow-biles’ and ‘faawthuh’ and ‘styoupid’ and what not! So Hugh Grant-isshh :)
Me: Papa, I blog.
Papa: Oh, what do you blog about?
Me: Like general stuff you know ..
..and thank god he was too busy to ask me WHAT I actually blog about because he seriously would not want to know :|
Even I don't know what I blog about.
What do I blog about? Hmm.
(It’s just a rhetorical question. Do not come up with vague, embarrassing answers. Thank you)
I read what I just wrote and yes, my dad should never reach my blog!
Bye bye.
Okay, so I’m going to marry a struggling actor whose struggling days will end some years after we get married. You’ll say what if he remains a struggling actor all his life and I’ll say he won’t because I’ll inspire him to just get better!
And then after that we’ll have our own Mannat in some sexy beach.
Voila! I’m so settled!
And why a struggling actor? I don’t know. Just struggling okay, so that he can’t look beyond me because he’ll be so struggling-struggling at that time. Get it?
And yes, we’ll have a pet so that my kids would treat the pet like their child which would improve their motherly/fatherly skills so that they turn out to be good parents later in life.
That was my life full of rainbows and butterflies. I know.
And who says I don’t plan ha! :P
British guys are H.A.W.T
Omg! I just love their ‘mow-biles’ and ‘faawthuh’ and ‘styoupid’ and what not! So Hugh Grant-isshh :)
Me: Papa, I blog.
Papa: Oh, what do you blog about?
Me: Like general stuff you know ..
..and thank god he was too busy to ask me WHAT I actually blog about because he seriously would not want to know :|
Even I don't know what I blog about.
What do I blog about? Hmm.
(It’s just a rhetorical question. Do not come up with vague, embarrassing answers. Thank you)
I read what I just wrote and yes, my dad should never reach my blog!
Bye bye.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Can't believe you're gone ..
Death is not losing a loved one, but gaining an angel..
To the fighter you were, Yash.
You were a true fighter, battling your way through life with that smile on your face,
Always wanting to spread joy wherever you went.
You’ll always be etched in our memories.
We miss you, already.
_________________________________________
I lost my friend to cancer yesterday evening. Since then I’ve just been too filled with questions. I know my take on life at this point of time would come across as something very cynical but that’s exactly what I’m feeling now.
Life is nothing but a bloody struggle. All everyone does all their lives is run. You’re running behind something or the other. And what are we running so hopelessly behind? Money! There’s no time to wait and have fun. No, life’s certainly not a party!
The first half of your life is spent studying. One exam gets over, it leads to the other. And then you look for jobs. Some get it, some don’t. If job’s not an issue, marriage is. Your marriage is on the rocks or you're just too busy showing you're happy when you're not. And then you have a kid. The kid has his own set of problems. If nothing else, someone is detected with some horrible disease or some unexpected incident occurs which just turns your life upside down. What the fuck. What’s the point of all this! Everybody dies at the end. Period.
What made living so tough? So tiring?
I mean, every single thing seems so meaningless now. I can jump out of the window right this second and it really wouldn’t matter to me.
I know what you’re thinking and I also know that you have a lot to say but I know all of that. I do. I always thought one’s purpose in life is to grow and staying content is the most important thing. And that the way we perceive the things life throws at us, matters a hell lot. Yes, I know that but now nothing makes sense.
I wish to bounce back soon.
And sorry for the super gloomy post.
To the fighter you were, Yash.
You were a true fighter, battling your way through life with that smile on your face,
Always wanting to spread joy wherever you went.
You’ll always be etched in our memories.
We miss you, already.
_________________________________________
I lost my friend to cancer yesterday evening. Since then I’ve just been too filled with questions. I know my take on life at this point of time would come across as something very cynical but that’s exactly what I’m feeling now.
Life is nothing but a bloody struggle. All everyone does all their lives is run. You’re running behind something or the other. And what are we running so hopelessly behind? Money! There’s no time to wait and have fun. No, life’s certainly not a party!
The first half of your life is spent studying. One exam gets over, it leads to the other. And then you look for jobs. Some get it, some don’t. If job’s not an issue, marriage is. Your marriage is on the rocks or you're just too busy showing you're happy when you're not. And then you have a kid. The kid has his own set of problems. If nothing else, someone is detected with some horrible disease or some unexpected incident occurs which just turns your life upside down. What the fuck. What’s the point of all this! Everybody dies at the end. Period.
What made living so tough? So tiring?
I mean, every single thing seems so meaningless now. I can jump out of the window right this second and it really wouldn’t matter to me.
I know what you’re thinking and I also know that you have a lot to say but I know all of that. I do. I always thought one’s purpose in life is to grow and staying content is the most important thing. And that the way we perceive the things life throws at us, matters a hell lot. Yes, I know that but now nothing makes sense.
I wish to bounce back soon.
And sorry for the super gloomy post.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
I want a pet.
Osho,
I know you’re up there and I know you’re reading this. You know what, I always thought you to be really sensible and I absolutely adore your views about stuff. You have such a unique way of looking at things! People around give me weird looks when they hear I read your books but I always stand up for you.
Ya so, my friend who btw is the only Osho fan I’ve met in my vicinity, and I planned to visit your ashram one weekend but the fucking ticket costs a whooping Rs. 950! Not that I’m seeing you alive, honey! If you were sitting inside then 950 would be nothing but paying 950 just to walk on those lush green lawns and to see people meditating around is such a waste of precious precious money. You don’t want me dying of guilt with every step I take inside your ashram, do you? So, I am not going. You will not see me there and I am mighty miffed. And you’re smiling, sitting up there. You always do.
And btw, how are the Osho chappals related to you? I don’t know how the whole world wears them. They fucking prick me.
Not much Love,
Me.
Those who don’t know who Osho is, no you don’t need to jump off the window. Just go Google if you care. I know you don’t. Who does. Ha! :)
P.S: Ranting about making life simple is so easy but when it comes to your own case, you don’t leave a chance to screw it up. Right? Don’t say you disagree because I’m sure all of us at one point or the other have screwed things up on our own for ourselves. It’s okay, we’re human. Shit happens. Problem is, for how long?
Ya I know the title didnt have any connection with what I wrote but what the hell, I do want a pet.
I know you’re up there and I know you’re reading this. You know what, I always thought you to be really sensible and I absolutely adore your views about stuff. You have such a unique way of looking at things! People around give me weird looks when they hear I read your books but I always stand up for you.
Ya so, my friend who btw is the only Osho fan I’ve met in my vicinity, and I planned to visit your ashram one weekend but the fucking ticket costs a whooping Rs. 950! Not that I’m seeing you alive, honey! If you were sitting inside then 950 would be nothing but paying 950 just to walk on those lush green lawns and to see people meditating around is such a waste of precious precious money. You don’t want me dying of guilt with every step I take inside your ashram, do you? So, I am not going. You will not see me there and I am mighty miffed. And you’re smiling, sitting up there. You always do.
And btw, how are the Osho chappals related to you? I don’t know how the whole world wears them. They fucking prick me.
Not much Love,
Me.
Those who don’t know who Osho is, no you don’t need to jump off the window. Just go Google if you care. I know you don’t. Who does. Ha! :)
P.S: Ranting about making life simple is so easy but when it comes to your own case, you don’t leave a chance to screw it up. Right? Don’t say you disagree because I’m sure all of us at one point or the other have screwed things up on our own for ourselves. It’s okay, we’re human. Shit happens. Problem is, for how long?
Ya I know the title didnt have any connection with what I wrote but what the hell, I do want a pet.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Sex, Dhoka and a beeeet of Love ;)
These are just random lines concerning relationships today, I heard from my friends or about friends of friends, etc
“Me and him ..we like have a thing yaa. You know?”
“We’re not fuck buddies. We’re just ..umm ..like ..well ..friends with ..friends who ..ya okay ..fuck buddies. But doesn’t that sound too blunt?”
“He was too nice and mushy so I broke up with him.”
He: Our relationship doomed. We’re just not meant to be together. Limiting it to 'just flings' should be fine. What say?
She: But I still love you!
He: Okay, then let it be.
“I’m going to have all the fun now and when the ‘right’ time comes, I’m going to marry the girl my parents choose for me”
She: Oh, you guys are back? I thought she cheated on you?
He: Yeah, but its fine now.
She: Nice. Mr. Forgiving huh
He: I was bored dude
He: You used me.
She: It was a fling. We were supposed to use each other. Remember?
He: But I didn’t use-use you
She: Oh but you know what, I used-used you
“She rejected me. I’m going to start going to the gym. I’ll show her what she missed”
“He was too muscular. It scared me. So I said no.”
She1: I miss him. I hate this moving on phase. It’s takes so much time
She2: Ya I know, memories and all that
She1: Ya ..stuff like he picking me up and dropping me to college and helping me with Math ..and ..
She2: Ya. That too :\
She: Don’t cheat on her. She might just do emotional attyachar on you!
He: Hahahha! No. She’s camera shy!
She: whihdiklewfwpejkldfcwepjdkl;cwe9dpo!
He: Okay, she called. I’m going. Her house is free.
She: Oye, there’s something called ‘mood’
He: Fuck mood. We hardly ever get a proper place!
“He was so perfect ..I can’t move on!”
He: It’s love. I love her so much. She’s the one I’ll marry! I just know it
She: But it’s hardly been a week!
He: So?
She: Okay.
“Our lifestyles didn’t match. He would go partying every night and I would sit at home waiting for him to call or message!”
“I don’t care if we have a future or not. I just want him for NOW”
Is it just me or were relationships way simpler before?
And then parents say “What problems do you have ha!”
Riiight. Sure.
“Me and him ..we like have a thing yaa. You know?”
“We’re not fuck buddies. We’re just ..umm ..like ..well ..friends with ..friends who ..ya okay ..fuck buddies. But doesn’t that sound too blunt?”
“He was too nice and mushy so I broke up with him.”
He: Our relationship doomed. We’re just not meant to be together. Limiting it to 'just flings' should be fine. What say?
She: But I still love you!
He: Okay, then let it be.
“I’m going to have all the fun now and when the ‘right’ time comes, I’m going to marry the girl my parents choose for me”
She: Oh, you guys are back? I thought she cheated on you?
He: Yeah, but its fine now.
She: Nice. Mr. Forgiving huh
He: I was bored dude
He: You used me.
She: It was a fling. We were supposed to use each other. Remember?
He: But I didn’t use-use you
She: Oh but you know what, I used-used you
“She rejected me. I’m going to start going to the gym. I’ll show her what she missed”
“He was too muscular. It scared me. So I said no.”
She1: I miss him. I hate this moving on phase. It’s takes so much time
She2: Ya I know, memories and all that
She1: Ya ..stuff like he picking me up and dropping me to college and helping me with Math ..and ..
She2: Ya. That too :\
She: Don’t cheat on her. She might just do emotional attyachar on you!
He: Hahahha! No. She’s camera shy!
She: whihdiklewfwpejkldfcwepjdkl;cwe9dpo!
He: Okay, she called. I’m going. Her house is free.
She: Oye, there’s something called ‘mood’
He: Fuck mood. We hardly ever get a proper place!
“He was so perfect ..I can’t move on!”
He: It’s love. I love her so much. She’s the one I’ll marry! I just know it
She: But it’s hardly been a week!
He: So?
She: Okay.
“Our lifestyles didn’t match. He would go partying every night and I would sit at home waiting for him to call or message!”
“I don’t care if we have a future or not. I just want him for NOW”
Is it just me or were relationships way simpler before?
And then parents say “What problems do you have ha!”
Riiight. Sure.
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