Lovely Package
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
kabhi kabhi, roz aisa hota hai
kuch gussa bhi hai, jise nehlana padega by Kirti Dubey
there are 10 lines before this and after. so if you want the whole poetry, you know who to convince.
there are 10 lines before this and after. so if you want the whole poetry, you know who to convince.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
HAVE YOUR OWN PAPERAZZI I was dreaming about on similar concept some days back...funny
MethodIzaz is a unique photography experience. Subjects are unaware of the exact moment they will be photographed and of the photographer's identity. Instead, the subject is photographed completely naturally, living life as normal. MethodIzaz will provide you with a portfolio of pictures representing the fleeting moments of an authentic lifestyle. The photographs will allow you to remember these moments later in life. They will also give you a new perspective on the everyday, letting you see yourself and your surroundings through the eyes of an artist.
Using information provided earlier about their weekly routine, the photographer will arrive on the scene, and unseen, take shots of the subject. The subject will be photographed walking through the streets, going about their daily business. Without posing and artifice, the camera captures only the natural beauty of the person.
Monday, January 19, 2009
A woman's poem
A Woman's Poem ,so true, its not always love and respect that they need.
He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks,
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
credits: nanki's grandparents in sydney
He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks,
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.
credits: nanki's grandparents in sydney
Sunday, January 18, 2009
graphic and song
nothing related to the topic. I came across this site. The work is nice, but the reason i'm putting this site on my blog, is for the background music of the site.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
art on the wall
http://www.artcyclopedia.com/mostpopular.html
I had interpreted this one for my NID enterance.....
I had interpreted this one for my NID enterance.....
A wounded deer leaps highest
A wounded deer leaps highest
by emily dickinson
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
by emily dickinson
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, "you're hurt" exclaim
Goethe[quote]
"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanized or de-humanized. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming."
- Goethe
I would love to come up to a level to give convocation speech
Life is funny and unpredictable. Everybody who is reading this already knows that fact by now. And somewhere we realise it that's why its important to enjoy it, which even knowing we avoid.
*********
Adrian Tan is a litigation lawyer at one of Singapore's leading law firms. Outside the courtroom, he is known for a variety of funny things, including The Teenage Textbook, which he wrote in the late 1980s. The book became a cult classic among students of that generation and was adapted into a film 10 years later.
Adrian was the guest-of-honour at an NTU convocation ceremony last week, and this is Adrian's speech to the graduating class of 2008:
*******
Life and How to Survive It
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practicing at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on.
You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers.
Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all.
Where would they be without you?
They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they're wrong.
The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries! , and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup.
Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.
I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.
After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.
If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one
reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth, the worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.
*********
Adrian Tan is a litigation lawyer at one of Singapore's leading law firms. Outside the courtroom, he is known for a variety of funny things, including The Teenage Textbook, which he wrote in the late 1980s. The book became a cult classic among students of that generation and was adapted into a film 10 years later.
Adrian was the guest-of-honour at an NTU convocation ceremony last week, and this is Adrian's speech to the graduating class of 2008:
*******
Life and How to Survive It
I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practicing at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on.
You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers.
Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all.
Where would they be without you?
They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they're wrong.
The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries! , and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup.
Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.
Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.
I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.
After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.
If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.
The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.
Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.
I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.
Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one
reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work the only kind of work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth, the worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.
You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
i love you more than ______________
Came across a funny,weird way of saying most commonly said things. 
Some of the personal loves:-
This year paperwhite would like to get in the spirit in form of a little project
fill in the blank "i love you more than________" with your creative brain....have some in you.
Some of the personal loves:-
- i love you more than guacamole
- i love you more than a coconut popsicles on a hot summer day
- i love you more than the G train when it's on time (or the L when it's not stopping every 5 min!)
- i love you more than a good hair day
- i love you more than pms 412 U
For more posting http://iloveyoumorethanblank.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
who has the time to know about others....
hey gang...well we alwaysssssssss(with eyes rolling) had the time to know about others. The counsellors. Anyways whoever will be checking this blog, majorly would be somebody, who is aquaintained to us("us" is lot of people from Architecture college of Surat. some us, that is very distinct was SCAPLAC. You need to be more than aquaintance to know what it consists of. But for a glimpse, theres a link.
The frozen nails, hot water from terrace, the saaannnnnn ka thapad, the nice guitarist, ice cold bed, the worse rice dish, the early morning coffee and bun at the best chai stall on the stairs, the cycle ride to the sunset/sunrise point (whatever it was) and the great view of Pandav mountains from our room and believe me(again eyes rolling) theres lot to it.
The frozen nails, hot water from terrace, the saaannnnnn ka thapad, the nice guitarist, ice cold bed, the worse rice dish, the early morning coffee and bun at the best chai stall on the stairs, the cycle ride to the sunset/sunrise point (whatever it was) and the great view of Pandav mountains from our room and believe me(again eyes rolling) theres lot to it.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Luck by chance
2 of my favourite celebrities, in present time above Farhan Akhtar below Hrithik Roshan. Its not just them, but the title of the movie thats caught the attention too. And anyday i would say, who would say no to them.:) I think you find few today who carry themselves like they do. If you are them, then why not be a celebrity. You have the attitude and style, then flaunt it. Like Vinay used to say,"Smoke it" (courtesy: Mask)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Unsettling times - Kirti Dubey
its time for me to be inside...i cant run away
cant roam around when inside is unsettled
like the clutter at home, its quite spread out here
the regular organising business is of no help
clutter remains so is the confusion
like how you keep changing sides
at night when you dont get sleep
i m not at peace
waiting for that sleep
sweet peace...
when are you coming to me?
Yeh Meri Kahani
would'nt compare it to jagjit singh's woh kagazz ki kashti.... but has a 15% essence of it and a little less depressing if you are not in the right mood.but i'm sure you'll enjoy it....
i loved it...enjoy the upload
Monday, January 5, 2009
easily saying sorry
Tum ne kabhi kissi se pyaar kiya hai!!!!!!!!!
(people shouting) haaaaaannnnnn kiya hai!!!!!!!
Kissi ki Dil diya hai!!!!!!!!!
(people shouting) haaaaaaannnnn diiiiyyyyyaBlogger: quest - Edit Post "easily saying sorry" hai!!!!!!
Kissi ko SORRY kahan hai!!!!!!!
(people shouting) haaaannnnn kahaaannn hai.
Mar kha ke kiya hai ya haske!!!
(people shouting) maaaarrrrr khaaaa ke
To ab bina mar khaeee kaho......
(people shouting) yeeeeeeee!!!!kaise
Aise
(people shouting) haaaaaannnnnn kiya hai!!!!!!!
Kissi ki Dil diya hai!!!!!!!!!
(people shouting) haaaaaaannnnn diiiiyyyyyaBlogger: quest - Edit Post "easily saying sorry" hai!!!!!!
Kissi ko SORRY kahan hai!!!!!!!
(people shouting) haaaannnnn kahaaannn hai.
Mar kha ke kiya hai ya haske!!!
(people shouting) maaaarrrrr khaaaa ke
To ab bina mar khaeee kaho......
(people shouting) yeeeeeeee!!!!kaise
Aise
some random conversations around me...
kirti you may at times find it annoying or stupid, but yes that's exhibition design. There's a niche i've created for myself to work. Very less people can access it and i love it that way. Another good thing about it is, as i like usually to be alone, but connected to things around. I can hear people speak aloud their rather random thoughts.
This conversation started with one of the juniors who had come back from Italy. We guys know it well, a smart gujarati, a designer in italy coming back with a lot of hand gestures and a lot of story about architecture, art, women and sex. Yeah so as the conversation grew, his classmates were laughing and asking of details and another classmate who is famous for drinking, smoking and getting high, got a little exhausted and wanted to conclude the conversation. One realsies very quickly, there are a lot of people who crave for attention here.
At times people get elluded by the attention factor. Every body wants to see themselves percieved differently. in getting others to percieve about yourself, one kind of lose the essence of being different, but themselves. And getting attention at any cost takes on their high priority list. I know for sure each one of them is a simple, nice person who knows the limits, non limits, wants to be happy and thinks in a similar manner like the next person sitting. But craving ATTENTION takes them to a different stride. I like there spontaneity and craziness at times. They too like it(some don't and have no idea of what they are doing). but otherwise, thats what gives them kick to do stuff.
Well, pardon me coming back to the topic. There were 2 conclusions drawn...the last word was "Hey!!!don't have a point of view, have orgasm" and second the guy reflected back," why should i not get physical with more than one, what paap have i done in the world, so what if i'm marrying upasana". Every one laughed and dispersed.
CHALO BACHO!!! kahani khatam paisa hajam...details public forum main nahin....
The story are as random as me!!!!!!! 1000 songs
This conversation started with one of the juniors who had come back from Italy. We guys know it well, a smart gujarati, a designer in italy coming back with a lot of hand gestures and a lot of story about architecture, art, women and sex. Yeah so as the conversation grew, his classmates were laughing and asking of details and another classmate who is famous for drinking, smoking and getting high, got a little exhausted and wanted to conclude the conversation. One realsies very quickly, there are a lot of people who crave for attention here.
At times people get elluded by the attention factor. Every body wants to see themselves percieved differently. in getting others to percieve about yourself, one kind of lose the essence of being different, but themselves. And getting attention at any cost takes on their high priority list. I know for sure each one of them is a simple, nice person who knows the limits, non limits, wants to be happy and thinks in a similar manner like the next person sitting. But craving ATTENTION takes them to a different stride. I like there spontaneity and craziness at times. They too like it(some don't and have no idea of what they are doing). but otherwise, thats what gives them kick to do stuff.
Well, pardon me coming back to the topic. There were 2 conclusions drawn...the last word was "Hey!!!don't have a point of view, have orgasm" and second the guy reflected back," why should i not get physical with more than one, what paap have i done in the world, so what if i'm marrying upasana". Every one laughed and dispersed.
CHALO BACHO!!! kahani khatam paisa hajam...details public forum main nahin....
The story are as random as me!!!!!!! 1000 songs
The Beautiful Mind - lyrics
I still miss you...
But not like I did before.
The intense aching I felt,
Isn't there anymore.
I still whisper your name...
Not as often as I used to.
Now it may be once,
Before the day is through.
I still hear your voice...
Replaying in my mind.
But it's fading now,
Soon silence I will find.
I still long for you...
To feel your touch.
But it's not like before,
I don't dream it as much.
I still think about you...
And wonder how you are.
But my feelings have changed,
And they don't go as far.
I still feel you sometimes...
Maybe you're thinking of me?
Or maybe it's just a little memory,
Of how it used to be.
I still love you...
But it's just not as strong.
Because I'm letting you go now,
So we can both move on.
I still hear you say...
No one will love me like you do.
That's so hard to believe now,
After the hurt you put me through.
You still have a piece of my heart..
Because I always felt you here.
Now, I'm hoping and praying,
That, that too, will quickly disappear.
This will be my last GOODBYE..
I've nothing else to say.
Everything I felt for you,
Can now just fade awayyyyyy
But not like I did before.
The intense aching I felt,
Isn't there anymore.
I still whisper your name...
Not as often as I used to.
Now it may be once,
Before the day is through.
I still hear your voice...
Replaying in my mind.
But it's fading now,
Soon silence I will find.
I still long for you...
To feel your touch.
But it's not like before,
I don't dream it as much.
I still think about you...
And wonder how you are.
But my feelings have changed,
And they don't go as far.
I still feel you sometimes...
Maybe you're thinking of me?
Or maybe it's just a little memory,
Of how it used to be.
I still love you...
But it's just not as strong.
Because I'm letting you go now,
So we can both move on.
I still hear you say...
No one will love me like you do.
That's so hard to believe now,
After the hurt you put me through.
You still have a piece of my heart..
Because I always felt you here.
Now, I'm hoping and praying,
That, that too, will quickly disappear.
This will be my last GOODBYE..
I've nothing else to say.
Everything I felt for you,
Can now just fade awayyyyyy
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friendship Invitation
How weird has been your friendship invitations, on e-mails, chat, personal mails, public domain,etc.
List it down...
-->how r u plz come my freand list
--> will you friendship with me.
--> i know you don't know me, can we be friends?
this one is nice i heard on roadies... first i do friendship, then love ship... cud'nt stop laughing
List it down...
-->how r u plz come my freand list
--> will you friendship with me.
--> i know you don't know me, can we be friends?
this one is nice i heard on roadies... first i do friendship, then love ship... cud'nt stop laughing
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