The Abhijit Theory

Alive but not living

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 09 Aug 2013 15:42:00 +0000

“Emotions are a sign of weakness”

So I live on in denial

And don’t express what is actually important.

“Romance is cheesy”

So I live my morbid life

And don’t take a single moment to appreciate what I have.

“Ideas are stupid”

So you and I go to coffee shops

While all I really want is just a walk in the park.

“Silence is boring”

So I talk and tell tales of my own design

While all I really want is to sit back and just be with you.

“Excitement is dangerous”

So I live in fear every single day.

I am alive; but am I living?

The Divine Light

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 04 Sep 2012 19:22:00 +0000

"I don't see the light, friend;
I don't see the light.
I have traveled far and near,
but all I see is the night."

"My sympathies, my dear;
but where all did you go?
What light is this you seek?
You must first let me know."

"I went to the village,
I went to the town.
I am looking for the light,
to wipe off my frown.

I have heard of a light,
a light so divine.
it fills the heart with hope
and makes the eyes shine.

Trust me my friend,
Every new day is the worst.
I am looking for the light,
that will quench my thirst."

"Oh my dear beloved!
you must yourself repair.
there is no one but you,
who can cure your despair.

why agitated you seem?
close your eyes and keep calm.
Life's troubles come and go
there exists no magic balm."

"Your words are wise,
but you don't comprehend
This light I seek,
must be found my friend.

Purer than hearts,
and brighter than stars
it shines upon the mind
and erases the scars.

No more shall i writhe,
in pain when I sleep;
or dream about swirling,
in oceans so deep.

Help me my lord,
for I am all alone.
and I have exhausted
all my skin and bone."

"You traveled far and near,
to look for this heavenly light.
ever wonder how could it stay hidden,
if it shines so bright?

The light finds darkness,
everywhere it goes.
it is the one to destroy it,
even if it doesn't know.

You looked far and wide
but never found anything true
now consider this old friend,
could the light be in you?"

Guest Post: Did I say 10 different countries? (Part 1)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:10:00 +0000

-by Neeraj Sachdeva

“Did I say 10 different countries?” I asked

“Yes, now do you want to answer my question or not?”

“What was your question?” No wonder he was getting angry.

“What. Have. You. Learnt. On. Your. Travels.?”

“Oh yea...that! Well let's see. First, I went to Sweden. People always say that Sweden is full of nearly-homosexual guys and dumb blondes. Well, there are some assumptions and a whole lot of Mexican rumors in that”

“So you have been to Mexico?”

“It is my story, so sit down and shut your trap. And no; I have never been to Mexico.”

"Okay."

"Ready? Here we go."

1. Sweden:

Now, not all Swedish girls are blonde (I prefer blondes), so what people assume is partly true. As for the guys, well, I just don’t know...They dress well, maybe too well. Sweden is a cold country, and Swedes have always been at the fore-front of fashion in Scandinavia. Anything from America first lands on Swedish shores, and they gobble up latest issues of Vogue with great aplomb. When I travelled to Sweden, I had a certain female companion; so obviously I had no time or enthusiasm to mingle with Swedish women. Or so I thought.

Landing on the shores of Sweden, along with pristine Vogue magazines made me realize that Sweden was a beautiful country, even when covered in 3 feet of snow. But I was scared. You put a 5ft-something guy in a country where he could accidently step in snow that is half his size; you bet he’d be scared. What distracted me were the malls and women. There were plenty of both going around. Swedish shoppers are famous for their expensive purchases, though recession must have dented their wallets. Still living on student expenses, I and the aforementioned female companion managed to convince a pub-owner to give us a bottle of white wine. You have no idea how magical snow, wine and a warm fireplace can be!

So, if 3 feet of snow doesn’t scare you, and you like beautiful women, go to Sweden. It still is lovely, I have been told.

2. Netherlands:

“Feeling cold? Want some weed?”

This is what a homeless guy asked me on my first night in Amsterdam. Fortunately, that was the only time I was offered weed by a stranger. Unfortunately, 14 other times, I was offered Cocaine. One guy even came up to me, tugged my shirt and offered me Cocaina, Spanish for Cocaine. I curtly declined.

Well, this is the interesting thing about Amsterdam, and partly the reason why most tourists go there – for the weed, the legal fix that can get you as high as a kite.

Now, I didn’t go to Amsterdam for weed, neither for prostitution, which is also legal there. Have you ever been to a bookstore? That is how prostitutes line up in ‘dam, only, they don’t stand close to each other – it is a competition after all. I went to Amsterdam because my trip to Tenerife got cancelled. So I got invited by my cousin who lives in Hague, and I thought I’d meet some rastafaris while I was in Netherlands, so I visited Amsterdam too. It was an enlightening trip. Not enlightening because I smoked a lot, but because I truly discovered myself, saw myself in a new light. Oh, I didn’t go for the cocaine, just didn’t have the nose for it!

3. England:

Plain-old, bland-food, fish and chips, Eurovision suckers England.

I spent 7 years there, most of the time spent holed up in my room trying to dominate English premier league as a Football Manager. Sad days, but there were some upsides. People in England are very cool, mostly. I mean they won’t stop on the street to talk with you, but if you stop them, they will definitely smile. Beware of the pretty girls with clipboards – they collect your card details and not your phone numbers. I have been fooled once or twice. Maybe thrice.

People in England often seem busy, rushing off to some distant place. Considering England is just a small island, I often wonder how far they will get. The architecture in some of the old towns of England is breathtaking. The countryside in south of England is beautiful, plus there are lot of drag races in that part of the country. London is class apart, one of the many European cities that draw in the tourists. Don’t go for the royalty though, they are not THAT cool.

4. Scotland:

Edinburgh is a nice place, full of Victorian architecture, beautiful parks and strong Scottish accent. I had the opportunity to enjoy the local scenery of Edinburgh. However, the trip – under 3 days – was way too short to appreciate all Edinburgh had to offer. Some parts of a recent ‘crap-fest’ called Mausam, produced in Bollywood was shot in Edinburgh. Nostalgia kicks in and I can remember the beauty of the grand city. Locals enjoy eating a dish called Haggis – a savory pudding cooked in casing of sheep’s intestines. Yuck! No thank you!

There is a lot more to Scotland than we had time to discover. If you can get past the accent and the smell of Haggis, you will love the city. I know I did.

5. France:

No such list is ever complete without mention of France, particularly Paris. The closest capital to where I lived in England, and I could only manage one night in Paris (by which I am not alluding to Paris Hilton).

Visit Ile Saint Louis in Paris (the Island of Saint Louis). Some consider it to the most romantic point of Paris. You can relax with a loved one on the island in the middle of river Siene, enjoying picturesque beauty of Paris along with tourist boats that slowly pass you by. Paris was serene, a perfect blend of art, culture and romance.

Paris is known for its delicacies, the snakes, and frogs; so don’t eat food that you can get anywhere else in the world. If you like culture, romance, art and just good weather, enjoy Paris. One warning though, the traffic there is terrible, avoid it at all costs. Also, learn French. People there don’t like English-speakers, which just happens to be most of the world!

Neeraj Sachdeva is a psychology-motivated blogger who writes about Freelancing and Self-Improvement, often together. Check out his latest post (and Free Quiz) on Motivational Goal Seeking. You can find his take on The Art of Persuasion as well as his logic-driven post on The Essence of Friendship over at The Next Goal, part of WBB Survivor Contest.

Guest Post: Make Love, Not Chants

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 18:09:00 +0000

Make love, not chants

by Neeraj Sachdeva

Here comes the season for romancing,
Warm tea, hot cakes and morning chanting
One makes you sleep snugly at night
The other wakes you up before morning light.

The rousing rapture raves the beads of ecstasy
On the glowing skin, soft and bouncy
There’s more to be said about nightly jubilations
Than morning trepidation and evening tribulations.

So she chants his name, in a verse of five,
For when she says his name, she feels alive
What’s livelier than a morning chant
A sugary cake or nightly romance?

See, when you reach a certain age,
Each tribulation is another stage
Of energy draining and mojo waning
So chanting is new daily training.

But as we roll out the quilts this season,
Forget the quilt and grab another reason
To snug and stay warm this cold,
For summer’s far, don’t wait till you’re old.

The Pretty Mask

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 13:13:00 +0000

Hey! Wake up, pick out your clothes,

And pass your day the way They want.

Pass your day, the way They say,

It’s time to put on your pretty mask.

No! Don't look at that guy, sketching in the park.

Don't you know, They consider him 'weird'?

There’s just the one way to 'happiness',

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

Laugh, even when it’s not funny,

Smile, even if it is too damn hard.

Blend in or They will see and attack,

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

It matters not what you really want,
and what you feel is not a concern.
It's what They think that really matters,

Don’t ever give up your pretty mask.

And comes the night after the long day,

Now you may cry and wash your face.

There is no one around to see you now,

For now, you can pull off the mask.

But look, here goes the dark night,

and the sun declares it a new day.

Soon you have to go step out in the light,

Time to put on the heavy, pretty mask, again.

Open up your senses

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 03 Sep 2011 15:39:00 +0000

Why do we need spotlights on beauty to appreciate it?
Open up your senses.

Reblogged: Letters between lovers (The things we leave unsaid)

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 08:19:00 +0000

Source: www.dailylove.net/2010/06/62310.html

Letters Between Lovers
(The Things We Leave Unsaid)
By Ashley Shaw

Danny,

It is sunny here,

But not as warm as expected.

Dusty yellow rays bounce off

The shiny red paint

On my car,

But I still shiver.

I never realized how

Cold it could be

In Florida

-Leslie

Leslie,

I, too, am cold.

~~But for a different reason.~~

~~I miss you.~~

~~I wish you would come home.~~

~~I can still hear your tentative footsteps~~

~~Walking through our bedroom.~~

~~It still smells like gardenia,~~

~~Even though all of the flowers~~

~~Have died.~~

It is brisk here.

~~Love,~~

-Danny

Danny,

Yes, I am aware of your brisk temperatures.

~~Like the cold tone of your letter.~~

I made it to the beach today

And let my toes drift lazily

Against the water's edge.

I wore my black bikini.

~~The one we picked out together~~

~~In one of those little stores on the~~

~~Jersey boardwalk.~~

~~I caught men staring at my~~

~~Rounded bottom.~~

~~I don't know why I'm telling you this.~~

I chased the seagulls

Into the foaming surf.

It's so beautiful here.

~~But I still long for home.~~

I hope you are keeping occupied.

-Leslie

Leslie,

I am keeping busy.

~~To distract myself from~~

~~Thoughts of your hair~~

~~And toes and skin and shoulders~~

~~And scent.~~

~~I feel your ghost in each~~

~~Breath I take, and~~

~~I keep thinking I see you~~

~~Out of the corner of my eye,~~

~~Your lips stretched into a smile.~~

~~It was so rare to see you smile~~

~~During the past few months.~~

~~I wish you were here.~~

Yes, I'm very busy.

-Danny

Danny,

I'm having my lawyer send up the papers.

Please sign them at your earliest convenience.

~~Why couldn't you just talk to me?~~

~~We could have resolved this.~~

I'm sorry it worked out this way.

~~Why didn't you just~~

~~Love me?~~

-Leslie

Leslie,

The papers are signed.

~~I'm sorry.~~

~~I wish I could have fixed this,~~

~~But I know~~

~~I could never be what you need.~~

~~I wish I could tell you~~

~~How much I love you,~~

~~How much I long for you,~~

~~How late I stay awake each night~~

~~Just thinking of your eyes,~~

~~But some things are~~

~~Better left~~

~~Unsaid.~~

-Danny

- - -I am a twenty-one year old student at Arcadia University. I have many strange phobias (including peanut-butter), but writing is not one of them. So this is one of my first attempts to get my work published. Thank you for any and all consideration.

The message.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 16 Jun 2011 15:15:00 +0000

Come fill the oceans with your pearls,
watch the black rose as it unfurls.
Tingling at first, but it pierces inside,
A hollow space in you like someone just died.

Surrender to memories, every time it rains,
and curse me dead, every time it pains.
Embrace yourself and dance all alone,
sway my darling, though the music is gone.

Stand in your balcony in the dark night,
Look up at the moon not even in sight.
Cheeks burn, eyes melt, and your lips stutter,
Think of every word you could never utter.

Here, look in the mirror, and there you stare,
into your beautiful, wet eyes that glare.
Feel the goosebumps running across your spine,
remember, all these shivers are also mine.

Think when the weight of nothingness will be gone?
Think when shall we be truly free, if ever at all?
The day when we don't have to ever try,
to be complete, become a brighter you and I.

Go ahead, and weep all you may,
wait till comes along a brighter day.
Light up your heart, fulfilling every desire.
And with all your light, set me on fire.

The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 17 May 2011 10:55:00 +0000


The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions

This beautiful picture is called The Plutchik Wheel of Emotions. If you concentrate on the center circle, you will see six types of emotions. The emotions are paired against each other. Like opposite of ecstasy, there's grief. Definitely worth a look.

The Eight Principles of Having Fun

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 13 Mar 2011 09:27:00 +0000

An amazing video I stumbled upon... AWESOME Animation. Check it out..

Reblogged: Date A Girl Who Reads

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 12:38:00 +0000

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

-Rosemarie Urquico.

Dreams

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 10:09:00 +0000

We all have a hundred dreams... Some of us want to be as rich as never having to check a price tag. Some of us want our names down in history books. Some of us want to be a celebrity everybody respects. And some of us just seem to want to win a heart...

When we dream, naturally we are the heroes of a movie script well written. Fragments of ideas and images lead us to lose so much time daydreaming. And before we know it, the moon is shining outside and we realise that we wasted so much time thinking up stuff like kids, stuff that probably would never happen.

As time passes, you cut short on your dreams. You realise all the things u wanted to do are not as easy as they once seemed.. The world is so cruel that you are maybe just 18 yet and still it lets you know that dreams are mostly for dreaming. We end some dreams, some of them are completely shattered, and just a little bit of them is accomplished. And when a dream finally becomes reality, you often never look at it like a dream.

Most dreams end when you realise that the world doesn't run the way you want it, it runs the way it wants. There ARE some exceptional people who manage to spin with the world, and get it all... That person is the real winner in your eyes. The one who achieves his dreams... Maybe that was Mark Zuckerberg, maybe that could be you, and that one guy was almost me.

Dreams may divert you from your reality, but still, you may say that it is important to dream, to aim. It is important to dream because if you dream, you might just get it all. Even if it's to lose it all again some day. But no matter what, a little dreaming gets you closer to being the person you always wanted to be. And if nothing else, you'll emerge as a better person.

In the end I'd like to say what many great men have said. Dreams are not those you see when you are asleep, Dreams are those which don't let you sleep.

Untitled

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 13:13:00 +0000

The sun must rise but the sun must set,
insects fly but some are caught in the net.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Keep clinging to the rock, let go and you die.
Because sometimes you trip and dont get back up if you try.
Scream, shout, breakdown and start crying.
Atleast to yourself, you can stop lying.
Because some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Feel the rush and feel the whipping cold wind.
Driving on the higway and you start to sing.
Get pleased with every beautiful flower you see,
the lesser ones dont have thorns maybe...
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,
no matter what, someday, every leaf must fall..

Give up, give in, don't make the climb.
And be sure all you did wasn't worth a dime.
Keep trying and you might have a chance to deserve,
Fail you may but still get things to preserve.
Some people cant walk, they are destined to crawl,

But try and stand up, for you may just get it all..

Just too many..

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 13:05:00 +0000

When you're lonely, sick and tired,
you feel now you cant even try..
Coz there is only so much of happiness,
But too many vultures in the sky.

When you feel you're lying down and deep,
you just wish you could fly up high..
But there is only so much love here,
and too many people walking by..

You must pray for the rain to fall,
or you can just lose it all..
Coz there's only so much you can grow,
But just too many seeds to sow..

And you wish you could now decide,
what you want and what you really need.
You have to figure out what to do,
coz there's just too many people who bleed..

Requiem for a dream

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 17 Dec 2010 15:03:00 +0000

Requiem [ˈrɛkwɪˌɛm]n

1. Mass celebrated for the dead

2. Musical setting of this Mass

3. A piece of music composed or performed as a memorial to a dead person or persons

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When your one move changes your life,
cut walking on the edge of a knife,
Who can you blame but your own foolishness?
Only the sole creator of your own mess.

Replaying the move a hundred thousand ways,
wishing day-dreaming would change the past days.
They can never see, they cannot understand,
cannot fathom the gravity of their demand.

Hopes and hearts, just put on fire,
forced to walk on ash of desires.
No matter how i hide, how far i run..
I find no peace, and nothing's called fun.

Wherever I go, I only hope to see,
impossible moments, whats wrong with me?
No matter what they say, what they pretend,
no matter what I do now, this must be the end.

Carpe Diem

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 10:03:00 +0000

Carpe Diem. Seize the day. You never know what's gonna happen to you so enjoy the moment while it lasts. Make choices. And don't worry about them being the right one once you have made one. Be happy. Make others happy. That is what you can do the best. Enjoy life as it is. Do not fret. Just try to make most out of your life.

"Life is not about the number of breaths you take. It's about the moments, that take your breathe away" - Hitch.

Be yourself vs. Be the Change.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 14 May 2010 09:42:00 +0000

It's an irritating situation when you tell somebody what their problem is, and what you get back is "That's the way I am. You don't like it? So get out of my life". You then have two choices. Slap them on the face and really get out of their life. Or bend your head down, accept them as they are and move on as if that encounter never happened.

Suppose you're back in time and Adolf Hitler comes to you. It seems he's upset about the negativity he's getting from the World. What would you tell him? Would you tell him "Be what you are"? Or would you ask him to change, and save thousands of lives?

So it is a difficult moment indeed for you to decide whether you should improve yourself towards perfection or whether stay the way you are. I think saying "That's the way I am" when even you know you're being a jerk is a sign of weakness. You don't want to face the challenge to change, to make yourself better. People say nobody's perfect. They are right no doubt. But that does not mean you should get in your own way to betterment.

So basically, my point is, when people say "Be yourself man. That's the only way you're good", they are not always right. You can argue that when someone tries to be someone else, we have to stop them from trying to do so. Well you'd be only half right. Suppose somebody wants to be his idol, say, Subroto Bagchi. I would never stop that somebody from trying to be Subroto Bagchi. You should only stop people from changing themselves, when you feel it won't make them a better person.

Around a month back, I was trying to be a "nice" guy. Trying to be less self obsessed. Well frankly, it required me to have a different mindset. I couldn't do it. Though no doubt it would have made me a better person, still most people were quite relieved when I stopped trying. They supported me in whatever I was. I appreciate that. But sometimes I wonder if they were right to support me....

There is absolutely no doubt, that if someone is trying to be "cool" or "hip", you should stop them. But when it's about betterment, let them try. Not just that, help them, to beat the challenge. Remember what King of Pop Michael Jackson said,

"I'm Starting With The Man In The Mirror, I'm Asking Him To Change His Ways, No Message Could Have Been Any Clearer, If You Wanna Make The World A Better Place, Take A Look At Yourself And Then Make The Change......"

How a confused man thinks.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 06:05:00 +0000

First it was just you present,
just you on this whole earth.
And I had to leave us in pieces,
for they did not match since their birth.

Now the things have really changed,
and it's just me all alone.
Still how I wish to myself,
if only present there was your clone...

Does that mean I still love you?
But I often try to walk new roads...
And I don't know what I really want,
why would I want to take the load?

It has all been down and deep,
and I wonder when it'd be my day...
And now that words can't express it,
what would you have me say?

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I would like to clarify that I am not much of a poet. I have written only 4 poems last year. And none before that. I write poems when I get the urge to write. Like when I feel I can't concentrate on anything without writing a poem. So here you go, with my first substantial public poem.

The Outlook

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 14:34:00 +0000

I have a friend who thinks he is in love with a girl. The girl doesn't like him. She doesn't even want to talk to him. She is full of (the wrong) attitude. Nobody is really her friend. AND he doesn't like her personality either. OK...... Now THAT is really weird.. How could you love someone you don't even like? Isn't that merely obsession? Well whatever it is, he is obsessed with her because he THINKS he loves her. Basically, that's the key: What you really THINK! What you believe in. The world (to you) is just the way you see it.

The word Outlook literally means your attitude and your point of view towards things. For example, my blog is my outlook of the world and human nature. Outlook can be of two types. The way you see the world and the way you see yourself.

Your Outlook of the world is your key to being happy. You would have noticed how a pessimist never be happy. On the other hand, an optimist gives himself no reason to be sad. Similarly, to a cynic, the world is void of humanity because he doesn't believe in the system. That is why they are called pessimist, optimist, or cynic.... right? This is why I always TRY to have a positive attitude towards the world and have faith in humanity.

Your Outlook of yourself is not just your key to be happy, but also your key to success. Henry Ford said, "Whether you think that you can, or that you can't, you are usually right". It is said the battle is already lost when you think you'll lose it. Your outlook of yourself is your confidence. So what you have to do, is have a positive attitude and believe in yourself. It is hard to apply these things in your life. But if you tell yourself something often enough, you'll start believing it. (Important note: No! Listening to Enrique's "Not in Love" won't really make you believe you are not in love. :D )

That is why some people develop the wrong attitude too. They start thinking they are greatest amongst all of the mankind and whatever they do is right. And this is why people hate people with attitude. Though it is also true that people DO use attitude in their favour by creating a "hard to get" image in the opposite sex. But that is another thing. Generally, no one likes the wrong "attitude".

So always take care of what you think of the world, your life, and your self. Be nice to yourself people. Honestly! Cut yourself some slack. You can't be perfect. Don't try to be as I tried to be. "Imperfect is the new perfect". Haven't you heard? Stay what you are because you're good that way. Though I might add, that a little self improvement won't really hurt as long as you try to improve the right way (i.e. not try to be cool). ;)

Let it Go.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 12:48:00 +0000

Board exams are finally over. And on completion of school life, my father gifted me with admission to a AIEEE Crash course. Sigh....! Seeing my totally messed up exams, I didn't revolt. It's also sad that I won't see most of my FIITJEE friends again. Many have went to their homes in different states. But what can I do? Maybe we'll meet again somewhere, sometime.

I've never been open with my thoughts. I like to keep personal things personal. One reason of which is that it is very risky to trust a person with your secrets. Because that person you trusted is also a human being. If he/she doesn't trust you, he/she is likely to tell your secrets to someone he/she trusts in exchange of importance. So I've always bottled up my personal thoughts in my brain. Letting out only what I think is trivial. But that creates too much tension. So I look for possible outlets to my thoughts. And diary writing doesn't interest me.

You have to ultimately let go of your emotions and worries. You can't always keep them inside. They grow inside. They eat you up. You have to do something. You can't just sit around. It affects your life adversely. So words of wisdom from a teenager: "LET IT GO".

If you can't trust anyone, or you are uncomfortable doing it, you don't HAVE to. I think the best way to let out something is creativity. Creativity helps represent you. It is a form of expression. Diary writing, poetry, drawing paintings, Blogging, etc., all these are outlets. Your emotions give life to your creativity. The songs of any artist which are considered best are one with emotions and passion in them. Eminem's best songs: "Sing for the moment", "Cleaning out my closet", "Lose Yourself" and other hits are songs with his passion in them. The best poems are a person expressing his/her emotions in a interesting manner.

So draw a painting even if you never have. Or write your first poem. And it will feel great. Put it up on your blog. Put it up on the wall. And just like Rajnikaant, you'd be hitting two targets with a single bullet (I've been told he does so in a film. I haven't really seen him at it). One, you'd have your own outlet. Two, if someone sees it and likes it, you get to gloat over the appreciation. So, happy Letting Go.

How does love happen? By choice.

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 05:58:00 +0000

Note (added on 18th March, 2010): To understand this, understand the meaning of "Subconscious". This post is not about love being controllable. This post is about our hearts being selective who they fall in love with.

Some of my friends are too eager for me to post something about my love life. Well sorry guys, that's too personal. But instead, you get The Abhijit Theory on "How does love happen?". Well, after brooding a lot on the topic, I've begun to think that Love actually happens by choice, and not by chance. However, I may add that the choice is made at a subconscious level. Let me elaborate.

Most people would say that love is blind and it really doesn't depend on anything. But friends, these are just ideals created by movies and books. In real life, we generally like good looking people. They're considered more honest and truthful in the society. You have to agree on this.

People are attracted to beauty, personality (Nature. This is in bold because people are overlooking it), money, power (influence), exclusivity, and so on. This is nothing good or bad. It's just the way we are. And your mind, is continuously weighing down these factors, at least subconsciously. It's not like you carefully notice everything. Humans communicate 93% through body language and 7% through words I've heard. So it's basically attraction that leads to love. I don't believe in LOVE at first sight. There's attraction at first sight, almost totally based on the looks. And that attraction may convert to love. The PUREST form of love is when you feel that a person in your life cannot be replaced by anyone. Your parents, your best friends, your girl friend, your dog, etc.

People also say "Love is unconditional". That it doesn't matter whether the one you love loves you back or not. Well here's the thing. Imagine the world with the person you love, loving you. Still doesn't matter whether the person you love, loves you or not? Well I'd say either you're not human or you're not in love. (Please read comments for further elaboration) Everything about love can be explained on a psychological basis. That is why there are techniques to attract people to you. That is why, the book "RULES" which aims at getting a man to marry you is such a hit. That is why, girls play hard to get, people show attitude, people do what is considered cool and hip, etc. That is why people strive hard to look good, talk good, behave good, and so on. If you really believe love is blind, why do you do all that?

My friend Anoop asked the difference between Heart and Mind on Facebook. I am now in a position to answer him. The difference between Heart and Mind is that Heart is the subconscious mind. (No, we are not talking about heart that pumps blood in our body). I would write more on thing called love, but later.

The Two Sides

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 07:17:00 +0000

The main reason for my very unsatisfactory performance in examinations is that I get distracted very easily. Not while attempting the paper, but while studying for it. When a personal favourite song starts playing in my headphones, I remove my spectacles, throw my pen, keep my head down and give in. I start watching a movie and don't stop until it finishes.

So in a similar situation, I was watching this Hilary Duff starrer 'The Perfect Man'. In the end the movie concludes by showing that there are always two sides of looking at things. And that was enough for my brain to start whirring... And I realized that not just every situation, every person has two sides. A person has an outside and an inside. Some people show what they are like and some don't. I am a hybrid of both. :D

And you can look at things in two ways. Optimistic view and pessimistic view. BUT, it is not necessary that an event has a good side and a bad side by the frame of a single person. What may be good for one person may not be so for some other person. They might be completely opposite. For ex. Annual budget, Reservation (quota), rainfall, etc. Annual Budget may benefit someone and prove to be pretty expensive for someone else. I read in Hindustan Times how this year's budget affected people. It had good impact on some people, bad on some other and no impact at all on some.

That's what made me think.. Can there be three sides to one event or person? Or six like a dice? And I think the answer is yes. Afterall, a woman has so many different (mostly completely different) layers that Sigmund Freud, after researching for years on human nature said, "If there is one question that I can't answer, it is 'What do women want?' " :D

Expectations

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 08:07:00 +0000

I have been wanting to post something since my first post on this blog but the Board Egg-Jams have jammed my egg of a brain and also constrained my hours at the computer. I had written a post about my views on "Human Nature". But I decided that it is too vast a topic to be covered in one post. So I decided to break it down in pieces and write about whatever I am thinking about. And human nature is mostly what I think about.

So I am just through with my Physics exam yesterday and it didn't go as well as I wanted it too. I want to score just above 80% in 12th. Many people would say "That's too much. All I want to do is PASS". But guys, it's all about expectations.

As Chetan Bhagat pointed out in his best selling novel Five-point Someone, "It's amazing how content you can be when you have no expectations". I don't remember the exact line but it was something close. I had a friend in 10th who said "My dad's going to get me a laptop if I scored more than 80%". His dad probably promised him that because he got marks in 50s out of 100 and even failed sometimes. I myself scored 85.8%. All I got from my family was sarcasm.

People begin to expect things from you by the things you do. Everybody would be astonished to see a topper fail. Since he is usually the topper, it is naturally expected that he will top again.That's why, sometimes it gets difficult to live upto expectations. The greater they are, the tougher it is. And it is our tendency to try to live up to it.

Every famous band has to carefully select songs from hundreds they have recorded so that they live up to the expectations to their fans. Celebrities have to watch their weight, behavior, work and so much more I am sure. Nobody would like to disappoint his well wishers. And this is one more thing that complicates life. Expectations.

What does the term "God" mean to me?

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 09:33:00 +0000

Writing about God is kinda weird. But that's what comes to my mind the most. What or Who is God? Who created God? Where did he create this infinity of universe???

People portray God as a man sitting up in heaven (on clouds) looking at everything down here. But how can you even think of God as human? What about the time when dinosaurs existed? Was God a dinosaur then? Or has evolution stopped at being human? Very unlikely. Some people don't even believe in the concept of evolution. Because the idea that God doesn't exist is rather scary because he stands as a symbol of hope to the man who has lost it all. Symbol of "Whatever happens is for the good". And this is why people believe in God. Because it gives them hope.

Science does not prove that God doesn't exist. Even if Science comes to the core of formation of Universe, it would only prove the existence of God. For example, the Pope who was murdered in Dan Brown's novel Angels & Demons, believed that by the proof of Science that anti-matter exists, Science is proving that the almighty created the two things, Matter and Anti-Matter. Because there has to be an origin of the two. And that origin is God.

I portray God as something beyond human imagination. Something way above what we can think of. All these Gods we worship are merely fragments of imagination of highly gifted authors to me. I am not an atheist. I believe in God. God exists. After all, who created everything if not God? That's the definition of God, right? Creator of the Universe. I just don't believe the way everybody does. Who knows? If Harry Potter had been conceived of thousands of years ago, we would have all been chanting "Expelliarmus" instead of "Om". God and this universe is something we can never understand.

But what is the structure (shape) of God? Who created everything? I guess I would never know....