Ani's Thoughts

Death of Posterous and the journey back

2013-08-02T01:55:00.000-07:00

My blogspot account lay abandoned for 2 years as my loyalty had turned to something newer, i.e. Posterous. However, with the twitter take over, Posterous has met an untimely demise and pretty much killed my efforts of these last two years.

So after all that atrocity, it is time to revert to the new look of Blogger and give my dying writing spirit and little fuel.

Well, here's looking forward to an year with better writing and more eloquence than the months that passed.

And the zebra colors continue..

2011-10-06T22:39:00.000-07:00

Walloping myself from some unknown sense of self pity, this week has been spent in shades of black and white..

An epitome of how your physical appearance can portray your emotional state of mind, today again I spend wearing a Reebok shirt (black and white)..

As someone aptly asked me.."what is with you and your zebra week?" where have all the colors gone? that is exactly what I have been wondering...I am a colored person..the brighter the colors, the better..and suddenly all pretense at happiness has been shed off to personify all that this heart is feeling..

Carrying on something is difficult...i start off with this one line of thought..."and the zebra colors continue"..... and now the charm of even carrying on writing this post is lost...

There is a lot of hypocrisy in the world...something that is justified for you is wrong when someone else does it to you..why are there double standards? Why isn't life so simple, like following a straight line..where there is are no moral tussles and following your heart does not mean stepping on toes and hurt egos and your pure intensions are neither misinterpreted nor distorted..

There are so many questions..so many whims and wishes waiting to be granted..so much to do..sooooo much to accomplish..but the fundamental question remains...why are things the way they are??

Daydreaming for a mirage...

2011-09-23T04:32:00.000-07:00

There are days when all you want to do is lounge in the sand, on a sunny beach, the waves breaking at your feet...your head in the clouds, aided by a cocktail in your hand (just kidding)...the ambience is good enough to make you light headed as it is..

So what would you give for a life like that??? Well the answers can range from a flat yes (from me) to a moral lecture on standing on your feet..But there are times in life when more than anything else, all you want is to be pampered an loved..or rather, if I be truthful, just be to rich enough to enjoy everything in life without the worry of tomorrow....to be blessed with a miracle that will take the mad race you are running in and turn it around..all that you are running after comes hurling at you..and you stand with open arms to embrace the miracle..

I guess this is what all people like us, who have to spend day in day out slogging it out in an office, getting work done, fantasize about everyday.. and this fantasy does have an orgasmic feeling to it..

It comes to me that life is unfair to a lot of people; or rather everyone can find a way in which life has been unfair to them..if I count all my blessings and then compare them to the undisputable wrongs that destiny ordained for me.. I have to say that the good outweighs the bad everyday…however; the scale will be set in this case by your own moral compass or even the mood that has currently descended on you, when thinking about the emotion..

You can wallop yourself in self pity or set your heart straight and get back to work…at the end of the day, such fantasizing doesn’t really establish much except for a certain dissatisfaction in your heart and an aching longing for a life that will take a number of years for you to achieve at your own hands.

Well lotteries don’t come to people every day, though I don’t know anyone who will ever say no to one…you have to tell your heart to hold its horses..and do a reality check and say..there is nobody but you who can do anything to change the life you live..however a little magic will be a lot of help!!

How to decide what is right in a relationship...???

2011-08-03T23:54:00.000-07:00

How to you plan to keep yourself afloat? In a relationship, how do you define what is right or wrong? When should you put yourself first and your partner second? Who is the right person to trust and who is the right person to ask advice?...and the sooo many questions plaguing you mind.

Not every one of these questions can merit an answer, or an answer that will satisfy you or stand tall on an individual’s moral grounds. So let’s take these questions one at a time.

How do you keep yourself afloat?

I think the key to doing that is making sure that the origin of your happiness is not limited to that one person. This does not mean giving any less importance to your loved one, but it also means not giving up your life to suit the life of your guy or gal. Make sure that there are certain pursuits in the day that are non inclusive to your partner and bring you the feeling of being alive and being a part of something else…It can be doing your dance or pottery class, or taking the time to call your best friend and having that chat that lets you share your feelings and calms you down..Make sure you have an entity of your own that separates you from your partner..And if that loved one is the right person, he will appreciate that personality and that side of you.

In a relationship, how do you define what is right or wrong?

So you just had a fight with you sweetheart, how do you say that every tactic you used in that fight of yours was justified? If you live by the proverb “everything is fair in love and war” (and this fight technically includes both) then it is a different story. However, if that does not hold true then I have one advice for you..i know this trick works quiet a number of times, but this is fundamentally wrong..when you say you did something, or planned something nice for your partner but it didn’t turn out because they had their own plans.. “Sweetheart I know you’re feeling sick, I had made complete plans of coming and taking care of you, but now your sister is there, what can I do now?”

These sound like extremely viable sentiments, but say this only when you mean it. Your partner might just see through it (even they must have tried this emotional blackmail at times to get to you) and then it can cause a lot more hurt then intended.

If your mind is not too cluttered, you will be able to hear your heart tell you that what you are saying is right or wrong. There are times when your sour mood will get you aggravated over things that don’t mean much in the relationship and you will argue over it. Even though after a while you can feel that the argument is no longer making any sense. Let this fight go. Just take the five steps that will take you close and give your partner a hug. This will put any argument to rest. You just need to have the strength to take the first few steps…give yourself credit of being the person who put that fight to bed.. feel happy and proud that you had the sensibility to let it go.( don’t let it go to your head, and demand similar favors in return).

I’ll put up answers to more questions in the next part of the post…hope you will look forward to it..

...Million faces in the crowd...

2011-07-25T22:31:00.000-07:00

Been watching Las Vegas Season 5 these past couple of months, and it seems that the show has finally grown on me. For the Indian audience who saw the episode last night, there was a beautiful piece of melody played on the piano by the guy pursuing Piper. After some background research, it turns out the singer is none other than JC Chasez, a former NSYNC band member. Seems life has not really been fair and he is right now writing song for other singers which he can't sing for himself. Don't know about his singles album but he sure has given one memorable performance in this one.

The Lyrics:

and even though i lost her
she never looked so beautiful from up here
million faces in a crowd
you will always shine them out
she never looked so beautiful from down here
living illusions darling
i can't face the truth
seeing the dream of you and me
but it's not meant to be
another disaster
my heart has been shattered again
it's two a.m. in the morning
and i'm crying now, crying now
lying in my bed
million faces in a crowd
you were always shining out
she never looked so beautiful from down here

~Jc Chassez

Chetan Bhagat's take on the stress levels of Indian women

2011-07-22T02:29:00.000-07:00

Alright, this is not cool at all. A recent survey by Nielsen has revealed that Indian women are the most stressed out in the world: 87% of our women feel stressed out most of the time. This statistic alone has caused me to stress out. Even in workaholic America, only 53% women feel stressed.

What are we doing to our women? I'm biased, but Indian women are the most beautiful in the world. As mothers, sisters, daughters, colleagues, wives and girlfriends - we love them. Can you imagine life without the ladies?

For now, i want to give Indian women five suggestions to reduce their stress levels.

One, don't ever think you are without power. Give it back to that mother-in-law. Be who you are, not someone she wished you would be. She doesn't like you? That's her problem.

Two, if you are doing a good job at work and your boss doesn't value you - tell him that, or quit. Talented, hard-working people are much in demand.

Three, educate yourself, learn skills, network - figure out ways to be economically independent. So next time your husband tells you that you are not a good enough wife, mother or daughter-in-law, you can tell him to take a hike.

Four, do not ever feel stressed about having a dual responsibility of family and work. It is difficult, but not impossible. The trick is not to expect an A+ in every aspect of your life. You are not taking an exam, and you frankly can't score cent per cent (unless you are in SRCC, of course). It is okay if you don't make four dishes for lunch, one can fill their stomach with one. It is okay if you don't work until midnight and don't get a promotion. Nobody remembers their job designation on their dying day.

Five, most important, don't get competitive with other women. Someone will make a better scrapbook for her school project than you. Another will lose more weight with a better diet. Your neighbour may make a six-dabba tiffin for her husband, you don't - big deal. Do your best, but don't keep looking out for the report card, and definitely don't expect to top the class. There is no ideal woman in this world, and if you strive to become one, there will be only one thing you will achieve for certain - stress.

So breathe, chill, relax. Tell yourself you are beautiful, do your best and deserve a peaceful life. Anybody trying to take that away from you is making a mistake, not you. Your purpose of coming to this earth is not to please everyone. Your purpose is to offer what you have to the world, and have a good life in return. The next time this survey comes, i don't want to see Indian women on top of the list. I want them to be the happiest women in the world. Now smile, before your mother-in-law shouts at you for wasting your time reading the newspaper.

Cherish Womanhood.

Wonders on a rainy day

2011-06-26T00:42:00.000-07:00

How do you put emotions into words,

It will be some beautiful prose which captures my heart.

The sound of the wind, the rhythm of the rain,

The dance of the trees, those showers of rain.

They touch you, you touch them,

But how does one bear witness to a wonder like that?

How do you stop it in its tracks?

Put it down in words for others to feel?

Oh! I’m lost in wonder, the love that nature dispels,

As you feel sheet after sheet of rain

And the wind in your hair, swept away.

You feel blessed to stare at the wonder,

The beauty of the gods; this kiss of nature.

Listen to the rhythm, listen to the rain,

Listen to every drop that hits your pane,

Close your eyes and feel the wind sweep you away,

You are standing in god's paradise, enjoy this today.

Things to do when the weather is great and you are stuck in office !!

2011-06-15T06:15:00.000-07:00

It has rained happily and heavily last night, with thunder showers that have made the next morning apt for an excursion..are you still stuck in office, moaning inside, looking out of the window? Oh I know I am.

· So the first thing on my checklist is to make a note of this suffering in the form of a new piece for my blog.

· Next, if you work in a company that lets you be on the phone, taking to clients, then this is your time to make a move. Call up the person you would rather spent the day with and engage in some interesting conversation under the open sky outside, giving you the pleasure of a nice walk in the breeze.

· If that is not the case, then see if you can arrange a meeting, as far away from your office as possible. You get the option of a long drive in this beautiful weather; and after the meeting, you don’t really have to come back to your boring office.

· If that is not an option, and your company allows you some “creative time-out”, you should be chalking up the bill by now.

· For those with no such options to avail, may be it is time to make a bank visit for an hour or two with some hidden lunch plans up your sleeve.

· Still no luck?? Didn’t someone miss out on giving a birthday treat this month? Gang up on the poor person right now, and drag the whole group out for a lunch on his expense. Bet you’ll have a great time.

· Or for that matter, when was the last time, you met your counterpart or client to discuss business? Go out for an official lunch and squeeze in some pleasant time for yourself as well.

· Now ideas are getting a little tricky. Are you allowed to have meetings in the open? Pick up your laptop and march out with your team for an official brainstorming session (to discuss last night’s game).

· Well, there is the obvious thing to do..don’t work, sit, gossip,(and as my friend says) gawk.. ;)

But more than anything else, don’t let anybody mess with your mood..as long as you are determined to enjoy this weather, no grumpy boss, no stupid co-worker can mess with your spirit…so enjoy this weather and make sure no work is done, till you decide to roll up your sleeves and get to it…!!

How a little whiff makes me smile..!!

2011-06-14T02:06:00.001-07:00

There is a scent that tells me that you are around, that inspires me to walk ahead and put my mind to work..how a whiff of that particular scent does that might seem beyond reason but I know how it works…every cog in my mind is attuned to the sense of that scent, making equivalent visual imageries and making me smile and my heart strong knowing that it is not alone..

I think the concept behind 3 Idiots was very true...your heart seeks solace in little things, so one should keep it deluded till the time it really needs to roll up its sleeves and get to work…the experiment I did today morning very aptly puts this in perspective.. not wanting to wear my good pair of work slippers when I traversed my one hour journey to office, I put on my house slippers packing the other ones in my bag..walking to the office, there was a certain sense of happiness, the feel of those house slippers took away the heavy feeling I got when I travel every morning, and by the time I actually got to the destination and slipped into my office footwear, it really didn’t matter anymore, coz I knew, now I am here, here to work..

It is these little tiny joys that make it a little easier to stay happy…find for yourself those little joys, that make you walk that extra mile..but make your heart feel,” oh! I didn’t do much!”

This association with sounds, with smells, with touch, really amazes me…how and why, a memory is so strong in my subconscious, imprinted with such strong emotion, that a tiny stimulus can inspire me to do more, go beyond my own impression of myself?

There is a motivation behind every step you take and everything you do…u may be self motivated or may seek motivation from all that is around you..but I know, I will find favor in nature..my own little box of motivations, which will keep in afloat and happy.

Don't go running all the way to Hollywood..!!

2011-06-13T05:34:00.000-07:00

Stranger in the mirror is one of the better written books in the Sidney Sheldon basket. The writer develops two different plots which entwine well and bring out a rather rich plot in the end. Sheldon still follows his pattern of giving us a preview of the end before going back chronologically and giving us the beginning, leading the reader all the way back.

The plot still outlines the reality of the big bad world where people fight and play their parts. The story has Josephine growing up shadowed by the divide better the rich and poor, a polack, a daughter of a seamstress; and there is Toby, also rising from the dregs of poverty to one of the richest and most successful people in Hollywood.

Josephine runs away to Hollywood after losing the love of her life and struggles to find work under a male chauvinistic industry, whereas Toby feels stuck playing the Toilet circuit as a comedian before finding his big break. Toby finds solace from his loneliness in the form of Josephine as a companion, whereas she finds the power of Toby’s stardom to avenge her struggle in the glamorous world of showbiz.

The narrative flows well with not too many twists in the story line and good visual imagery. The book turns out to be a good read with intriguing characters and a sensible plot. So if your life seems a little hard today, take a read and find solace that you’re not a character in a book.

Keep in touch...

2011-06-08T22:26:00.000-07:00

A familiar face

A familiar line

A familiar wrinkle

A little entwined

A little memory

A little thought

A little sigh

Of a familiar sight

How you miss

The ones you love

Not forgotten

Just out of sight

Yet there is love

In every sigh

Home away from home

You might be

Love away from love

You never could be

Keep in touch

Keep in sight

So there are

No regrets, no sighs.

Somebody

2011-06-06T22:34:00.000-07:00

As tears drip down those lonely eyes,

I wish I had somebody by my side,

Somebody to console and make my day,

Be there for me when life is at bay.

Those seamless days, worlds apart,

I wish I had somebody in my heart

Who could be my sole companion,

A friend in those days, so horrid and dark.

Oh! How my heart aches for a companion like that,

Who comes to me, when luck is scarce,

With a blissful smile so beautiful and sublime,

That it makes you feel like a weightless kite.

With tender words that make you forget,

All your troubles in a swish of a wand.

Like magic all over your face,

That sprinkles down in its own sweet ways.

What wouldn’t you give for a companion like that,

Who can take you above the skies,

With a gentle smile and a tender face,

That somebody who might come some day.

There are no such things as ghosts

2011-06-06T22:29:00.000-07:00

There are no such things as ghosts, he always use to say,

He remained as mulish as ever, even after our debate.

Never removed from his purpose, he decided to go to Mrighway,

Which was the most haunted place in London, for that is what they say.

He did not yield to our entreats, and remained a fathead as ever.

The day drew to a close, and night resided on the scene,

The winds screamed and the trees danced,

And the rain, Oh! It was terrible.

In he went through the door, to show his face to the darkness,

He had to reach the window above, which looked out through the attic.

He felt himself tremble, Like he had done never before.

Slowly he reconsidered tracing his steps back, Boom! What was that he heard?

A peal of thunder like he had never heard before?

He trembled and shook and was wet from head to toe,

Someone touched him on the shoulder,

Boo!! I am a ghost!

He seemed to be frozen for an instant, then he ran out like the wind.

Out of that house and back in his.

Now he never says, what he used to say before,

There are no such things as ghosts..!!

The insufficiency of the protocol..

2011-03-14T03:45:00.000-07:00

The Indian Government is a sorry state of affairs..the inconvenience of the public is secondary to any dumb bunny in the government with power..the most recent in the spate being the travel arrangements fr the dumbest president ever Pratibha Patil, to visit her husband in Saket's Max hospital..All adjoining areas in the way have been cleared of vehicles, with the Delhi police towing away over 1000's of two wheelers and cars, to clear the way..this drill has been in action for the last three days without any media coverage what so ever...Making the situation worse for those effected by such erratic decisions,..all vehicles confiscated have been labeled "unowned"..." lawaris"...and there is a day's worth of running around government officials required before the rightful owners can lay hands on their own merchandise..how long is the Indian population going to bear the brunt of such a dysfunctional system, where a stupid minister is given such supremacy, that the very people who put him on that pedestal stand to being harassed by such unconsidered actions..

Those little joys of life…

2010-11-26T11:14:00.000-08:00

Thank you for the tiny joys,

A pleasant hug,

A knowing smile,

The ring of bells,

The dewy sunlight.

The chime of china,

That laughter surprise.

That sleepy toddler,

That silent night.

The love of a man,

That care of a child.

The singing of a bird,

That swatter of flies.

The light blowing breeze,

That coffee of mine.

The waiting lift,

That green light.

The unknown treat,

Of not waiting in line.

That uneventful day,

That calm concise.

Those flickering candles,

That romantic night.

The love in the eyes,

Of my little canine.

That comfort of a blanket,

On a snowy night.

That touch of a hand,

Wiping your eyes.

That moment of light,

That unknown delight.

That answer to a dilemma,

Wrapped up in life.

For all there is in the world to see,

I thank you lord for those little joys of life..!!

All the things he is..

2010-11-25T23:09:00.000-08:00

He is like my lollipop mountain,

And I like a child kept at bay.

He is like a big pink balloon,

And me a tiny girl in pigtails.

He is like a bouquet of flowers,

And I a bride in a veil.

He is like my ink in blue,

And I like a dried out fountain.

He is like my penicillin drug,

And I a child caught in a plague.

He is like a breath of air,

And me an asphyxiated slave.

He is like that smile on my lips,

When I behold his lovely face.

There is a spring in my steps

And a song in my heart,

And my eyes twinkling today,

And my heart feels rejuvenation,

When I hear his footfalls come my way..

I'm writing again

2010-10-13T09:42:00.000-07:00

All the leaves are brown,

and the sky is grey,

I'm in a sombre mood

and don't want to pray.

I use to be an opportunist,

waiting for words to fall,

off late it's been

a struggle each day.

Meddling with words,

had been my fray

struggling with them

seems a new phase

Verses would pour out

textured and numbered

and my pen and paper

would be there to assimilate.

And now as I look

over my little slate

seems I have missed out

just too many dates.

It is a turbulence

that brings out the writer in me

solitude is a guardian

that is unwelcome company.

As I sit alone and reflect

feeling alone and rather bereft

this absence of love, seems rather new

one I had though I had long dissuade

I fell in love head over heals, even though I hated love stories !!!

2010-07-15T22:50:00.000-07:00

If after wayward reviews you did muster the courage to actually go and watch I hate love stories, then you and I will have a lot to talk about. However, for all those who were blessed enough to be spared the torment of actually spending on the movie fare, you might want to read the review first.

Opening the movie to a monologue by Imran Khan that just doesn’t seem to end made a lot of people groan, due to poor dialogue delivery and a flimsy script. However, after the few initial minutes the length of the monologue dwindles and the audiences feels a little lighter as some moments of fun come around. The script has a sprinkling of some mimed funny scenes which make the audience laugh every now and then.

The performances are slightly marred by the poor dialogues written for the film. Also, the cameraman has done a few lousy scenes where pan shots that move to a close up seem to be blurred. However there are some great landscape shots of the scenic beauty of New Zealand which are the high point of the film. The sets and the view along with improved acting by the actors, improves the second half significantly.

The movie turns out to be more of a spoof on the typical romances of the forever romantic Karan Johar, with Imran Khan doing it all from singing, moping, running around air ports and first rejecting the “in love” Sonam Kapoor and then being rejected by her in the next leap.

However, Vishal and Shekhar have done an outstanding job with the music, with some feet tapping and some emotional numbers, which play throughout the movie.

Well, 2 stars for the movie, due to its weak plot, inadequate dialogue and not very spectacular performances. To be fair to Punit Malhotra, the first time director has done an over all good job with the movie. Still, it would be a better suggestion to view the movie at home after the DVD release then spending on PVR tickets.

What have you been eating lately??

2010-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:00

Since when have you been trying to push yourself and your kids away from the McDonalds next door to something more fruitful if not all that gratifying to the tongue?

This work is a small take on the eating habits and trends of the people in the NCR region of the country. See where you can place yourself in this list. Let’s pick this up one category at a time.

If you are a modern mother living here for a few years then I think the last year finally struck a chord inside you to try some probationary measures with yourself and your kids, and make the menu comprise more of organic and healthy food and cut down on the fast food.

If you are teenager brought up here and has been allowed to devour junk for the first few years after your continued insistence to do so, then I think this year you or your family finally started noticing your imbalanced diet and lack of proper supplements.

Now, let’s take up the case of people who have shifted to the NCR from smaller towns and cities within the last couple of years to study and work. After binging on this junk diet for an year or two you tend to notice that your belly is now officially bulging out from your happily low jeans. This is the time when you finally try some abstinence of cutting it down by a couple of degrees, because you can’t exactly vanish it from your menu because you are here alone and cooking isn’t exactly your forte.

Next in line are newlyweds who are actually still enjoying the old flavour of fast food because your pretty wife will not be saying or objecting much on your eating habits for an year or two and neither will you. Who objects to going out every other day and enjoying the love in a nice restaurant?

Facing some serious opposition are husbands who have had a longer tenure of something more than four or five years, and have one or two small monsters roaming around the house. The newlywed fever is long gone and wives don’t want you getting the little ones into the habit of junk. So either they have to kiss their KFC chicken buckets and Chinese goodbye or make them a hidden guilty pleasure from their wives indulged only out of the house and in company of similarly tormented men.

Obviously there is another category of happy go lucky people with no regard for the huge bills or their huge belly, and they munch till they drop. That is a little anti social but never the less, very gratifying.

A very significant other category, who are one of the major consumers of fast food chains are students studying in colleges with their major pastime being hanging around with friends. The time spend is equally proportional to the food intake as you can’t sit around and talk with a parched throat or an empty stomach.

We’ll keep up the junk talk but I think talking about it just worked up my cravings. So I will catch up with you with some spicy gossip next time.

HellBoy....Red, Red, Red....

2009-10-31T05:15:00.000-07:00

Have you seen the almost behorned red monster Hellboy? Well a tiny look will do you no harm. A cigar smoking, hammer handed, horn filling and tailed monster living in a metropolitan, hunting monsters for the FBI doesn't exactly settle well with the average stomach..

Guillermo Del Toro, the director, seems to have worked on the character giving it all the characteristics of and average girl stalking, jealous guy, however with a very high dose of attitude.

The make up consultant for Hellboy (Ron Perlman) ought to take away a lot of credit, though Ron Perlman seems to have done a good job on his part..Selma Blair has a pretty medium role with less lines and more special effects. John Mayers (Rupert Evans) has pretty much tried his best and played his innocent boy scout image to the character. However even though the performances are watch able, the story seems to hang around the horizon of unbelievable.

So if you really can take a good dose of fiction, the movie is worth a watch. Otherwise I would tell you to stick to some ground realities and choose something else to watch..

To my sister...

2009-10-09T08:50:00.000-07:00

When i opened my eyes, somebody stood beside,

ogling at first with surprise,

then a gentle touch that tickled my feet,

i looked up and beheld thee.

a lifetime of love , and care beside,

she cared for me with a heart so alive,

now i've grown into an insolent pest,

troubling and squabbling over petty bets,

yet the love still remains pure,

same in my heart as it is in yours.

Love you just so much di...hope to have your hand on my head...for alll the years to come..she has been a sister, a parent , a guide ,a friend....and a lot more to me over all these 21 years of my life..she is one person extremely pure at heart to the extend of even being stupid at times....bt that is what she is..her love is her life force... when it comes to talent...she is the brainy kid...with abundent talent.... but there is something i want to say to you....dont lose yourself in the hustle and bustle of life..you are too good for that...

The Hangover...plz do go and watch...

2009-07-03T10:32:00.000-07:00

Ever been so high that you can't remember a thing about what you did last night?

Well a director finally seems to have come up with one such pretty amazing story.

Seriosly I'm not going to go about how good the direction or the cinematography was..which was really good)...I'll say that this must is a must watch if you consider yourself somebody with a good sense of humour.

Seriously, this movie is all about humour...waking up to a bathroom with a tiger and a closet with a crying baby..and even a newly wedded stripper wife..this movie keeps you rolling in laughter with all the unintended turns it takes...

Nobody would have in their wildest dreams would have thought that after a night of drunken gambling at the Ceaser's Place at Las Vegas...you would end up losing the friend,in the course of the night, for whom this bachelor's party was....or actually alsost destroying the precious Merc you drove to Vegas in...

I know I enjoyed this movie from the begging to the end...it is pure comedy..and a must watch for all those looking for some good humour and a great and funny time..

life...backwards????

2008-10-09T08:54:00.000-07:00

LIFE...it wasnt all that easy...was it???
it took away everthing you had...things you had to offer and even things you werent ready to part with..bt had to....it gave in its cycle,.. things you never expected...or thought were not even possible.....wouldnt it be great if you could go across this life in a new a dimension....live it backwards may be....

wish i could die first... get it out of the way.

then live the next twenty years in an old age home...(if i'm destined a life that long...hope not...just keeping the options open)...
then get kicked out when you are too young to stay....get a gold watch, you go to work.
work for the next fourty years (sheesh...) ..hope then i'm young enough for a retirement....
get to A college..(finally...a relief).....party till you can get into a high school...shead off the work load....n you are a little kid back in those dainty little chairs of school....sketching and painting...n learning geometry....you shrink even more....now u r almost free....free from the cares of the world....

no body cares if you look at the world n you cant get any thing...or even figure out if your feet are pointing right....now you are small ..small enough so that the world rejoices when you say your first words...or take your first steps.....you fumble....you kick up a racous.....yours the world ...n you are the king.....its time to face the darkness....when you spend your last nine months floating...with no sence of anything that went by...and last...finish off as A GLEAM IN SOMEONE'S EYE!!!

STRUGGLE FOR LIFE

2008-08-10T12:16:00.000-07:00

A small urchin of the wings of fancy,
A little joke of the whims of life,
What was the mistake of that little kid,
Brought in this world and to life?

With no love to speak of,
No friends as such,
How do you think,
He can survive in this world?

He longs for a hand rising in support,
Coming to rescue him from the pain,
To save him from the daily struggle,
To raise him above this world so mundane.

It was never his crime,
It just wasn’t his day.
He just got himself trapped,
In this ruthless and selfish play.

Everyday it claws at his heart,
Drawing away his sleep every night,
His heart is all cut up,
Too damaged to repair.

May be these are words too few,
But I guess I have laid my point,
Whatever the circumstances may be,
Be firmly on his side.

For once, if you have any care for this world,
Lay your hand upon his head for once,
You will see the difference it will make,
In this dreadful life which he goes through everyday.

Just for once, give him some love,
It will keep his spirits buoyed up,
For you and I and all of us know,
Love is what that will one day show.

...Detached...

2008-04-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

You don't know how my heart shrinks inside,

Everytime i feel you are not nearby.

How with everyday my heart intones,

That very request that same prayer.

It is not in the tears that fall from the eyes,

It is the love that becomes boundless with every sigh.

Feeling that distance between us,it screams everytime,

Wanting to run into your arms,where it feels so divine.

It does not blame or curse any situation,

But prays for deliverance from all that life sakes.

It lives in the light that fills it with love,

Within every moment it multiplies that thirst.

Its wish for a prolonged union it reiterates with every breath,

As it holds on to whatever it is that life bequests.