The Unfallen Tears

I couldn’t lay on my bed anymore. This has been zillionth moment and perhaps umpteenth time that I have fallen short of having enough courage to keep the things going on. All of a sudden – I have started finding inspirations from the act and source of my desperation. Perhaps a good decision this time, that I have woke up myself to walk the talks, perhaps a right time to stop itching the heart wounds and incessantly moving on to the path of observational philosophy. Here, the word, “Observational” indicates to be wholly natural on the track. Hats off to the Ayn Rand’s masterpieces that shows me the light of the “reality” while the whole world is asleep. Gotcha, that happened just now! This is quite unnatural form of the beginning, but it abruptly starts in the same way for everyone. The sooner it takes the make over into an insatiable form (as long as the form persists), the better. Now, I am questioning myself, why all of this has to be put on fire now, why can’t I lit it in the light of sun? No, it shouldn’t be put on hold for longer, rather I should make it up without any delay. Also, what are the odds that I had come to whine here? For these days, Love (Yes, I could find it in my dreams) is proving to be a big lust, it seems. Adversely, what could have happened is, that “Love” would have been put off till it rings louder for my awakening soul. And, that would have certainly missed all the actions I am catching up with now a days. Ah, I feel messed up with such heavy things. This urge of melioration has some valid reasons.

One, things around me and things I surround need few revamping actions.

Two, Compromising has outreached the credibility of essential limits.

Three, “life” and “self” are the most important things to be traced at the first place.

Four, and last, I need to be Happy and I need to pursue that level of Happ”Y”ness.

Despite, no wonder, multiple slogging hours are being multiplied here.

P.S. I am quite happy with the ending note here, otherwise I was wondering the way I was going to make this post too harsh (The post title hints you the best) the world inside and outside me.

Signing off at 4 AM.

Miles to Go before I sleep, Miles to go before I sleep!

Ciao Life!

The Cheat Sheet – MadCapz

Yes, beautifully quoted by estranged_gnrs aka Rohit!

Just rephrasing them for giving my desk an enthusiastic look. :mg:

Here it goes!

MadCapz Cheat Sheet

 

 

 

What do I see around myself?

 

 

How the things around me can be improved?

 

 

How can I improve the process to get the things done and fixed around me?

 

 

How can I radically change the way people look at things around me?

 

Read, Read and Read – Read a lot!

 

 

Question and get the better insight on the observational Philosophy that Ayn Rand’s masterpieces discuss about.

 

 

Converse and discuss about your thoughts.

And let the Google read you!

PG Rulez! PG Rocks!

 

Go MadCapz Go! :cheerio:

Regards,

MIB :mg:

Ciao Life!

Post MadCapz – What else?

Hail PG, Hail MadCapz! :gm:

It gives me a burst when i think of my aims these days.  Something keeps knocking my head, why is this taking so long to kick-off the things? :crazy:  The C-day is now approaching at a faster pace and I have been dreaming to follow the process as soon as it starts knocking me harder.  Seems that, I am in love now, in love with something, something that keeps me punching, those punches which keep me alive and sane, err, insane! That love is, CAT. 

I am not an avid poster, I know. The posts had to come up in between but somehow I managed by not making it public with insufficient contents.

Leaving  this post incomplete now, may be I will update with more perplexed stuffs soon.

Ciao Life!

My Two Cents on Love!

My Two Cents on Love aka Nee !
Sitting just and just next to you on the cliff atop the Nandi Hills with no one around in those blissful moments – was it a reverie or was that a wonderful episode on my closet. You said, you like flowers at their places only, but I swear, I wish I could have offered you a garden of roses that day. I could feel the warmth of your love when you were holding my arm tight with your consoling touch when I was hard feeling our parting while coming down from Nandi Hills. Effervescence of tears in your eyes was entrancing and that depth of heartfelt love was perceptible for me.
….
I am sorry on these days which have been blocking me from giving you a bear hug. I am ceased to make a reach out, I do sleep every night imagining my head on your lap.
While we’re talking about all of the things that I long to believe,
About love, the truth, what you mean to me
And the truth is that you’re all that I need.
I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails.

TBC…

Ciao Life

Insanity, Again! :gm:

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Limbaugh – a Slimdog!

It was not quite surprising to read comments on “RJ’s in USA calling Indian BPOs Slumdogs“. I am not into BPO, but I already had expected this hyperbole, the time I was watching “Slumdog Millionaire”. As said by Obama, jobs ain’t come back to USA, there’s no point in questioning the words which he uttered. We are being paid ten times lesser than an American to do the same set of tasks and still we are happier than you. Limbaugh, you better have your introspection, if you can’t let us do it for you. Let you come down to India, let you sit on banks of Ganges, let you work with us, Let you see our culture and prosperity. We enchant “Jai Ho!” because we see, we are moving, we are pacing up, we are achieving.

We Rock on! \m/

Voila, Feb is ending again!

It’s 14th of April today! “14″.. Ahh! Special! Back to the memory lane, 4 months back, We’d (Me, Myself, herself and our NeeDee) just started off!  :)

I could never get back in last couple of weeks to this post to make it visible enough as it looks now. Well, let’s set off this header apart from the meaning which this post conveys at all. Err… That’s what I said! I just got a ping from my lead to work on some crap. Dudes, working onsite sometimes bring you down and let you keep-off of something which you desperately need to do at that very moment.

Getting back to my work now!

Ciao Life!

IMDb’s Top 250

At this stage of life, when I am so untouched and planning to start afresh for my takes and to make it to the di-a-dem, it won’t be a bad idea to look into the  list of 250 top-rated flicks.

Among these I have watched almost 30 movies (so less, ), the best watch being “The Godfather (1972)” [2nd place] and “Schindler’s List (1973)” [seeded at 7th] and the recent most being “Slumdog Millionaire” [Tagged at 34th]. Hope the 19″ widescreen theater at my home works smartly for the buzzing season.

Beautiful in my eyes

Few days back, while in the way down the Nandi hills, I felt speckled and had suffered from the gloom of separation. I could see the tears hidden in your eyes and unsaid words on your lips, untouched piece of feldspar to be put into an artwork, some trees which remain ingrown and the thrust which was getting my hold on the virtue of saying all a goodbye. Well being in Bangalore for past three and half months had a appetizing reason for me. The reasons were and are you, friends! Now, I feel that, I have just lived the handpicked moments that one envisions for always.

I could never have shared the odds and laughed on the PJs, JJs and the eventful moments and could never have had got it right. But you all made this happening to me. I could never have spoken my heart out if you wouldn’t have started hollowing out the subterranean wounds in my heart. That brought me at ease, when you all were there to listen and share with me and I could start feeling alleviated. The caring touch, the watertight emotions which tried to kill the pain I had, but it only could bring more and I lay dying but all of a sudden I could start feeling released. I could return to my innocence and could live for the salvation.

To put into beautiful words by, Charles M. Schulz ~ “Why can’t we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn’t work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos.“

Wish, had we could have lived in a world, a space, where we could have lived across the roads, if possible could have shared a dormitory throughout our lives, walked together on a road which always lasts some extra miles. Wish, had there been nothing, which could have separated us in the way I feel now, I have lost the touch. Wish, had I could have the same Govind ji ka dhaba all the time with Basu, where we sat across the table and ordered paranthas and lately had table talks on the hit-and-garma-garam-khabrein. Wish, there were no time limit, to make a note to end on the phone and say good night, when it was 2 or 3 post midnight. Wish, we could have had endless mischievous hours to talk on. Wish, there had been uncountable number of places that we could have visited each and every weekend. Wish, I could have heard the same slangs like ls, ulti, h, kamina, saale, jeeb kaat- jaab kaat, hey-raam….etc from an endearing gal with pure heart, who bursts into tears, the day I said, I was leaving. Wish, had the journey which had begun, could never have seen this, which I am going through these days. Would always miss the care, which pinku baba had taken. Remembering Deba’s eeeeeeeeeeeeehhh…. and smiling, on it, teasing her and making her laugh out loud… aahh.. !! Hearing from Vivek baba (the boosting part of our DVD) and his latest kaands and endless list of songs and night long mahfilein. All these makes me wonder, and I always treasure!

In the words of Gilda Radner, now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

I hate farewells and parting! I cry to succumb here! I scream and plead to God! Give me back those moments, those days! Don’t take it away! Don’t take it away!

You, know pals Bangalore has given me you all and a special one (altogether a diffefrent story in three hellos)! But, I need to stop here right now and will be continuing in the next posts.

Ciao Life!

Alchemist on the far east

I’m holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I’m hearing what you say
But I just can’t make a sound

I have been wondering these days, if I am gonna post something which is not so obvious but still mulling me over for a while now. Acquaintances make you follow the suites sometimes, the perusals, you never ever have been in awe for so far. Someone, being not so specific, a girl or a guy, asked me a question which I never had been asked before, which gets embossed on my head these moments, every morning I wake up, every night I go for bed, erstwhile mentioned, every moment when nothing have been worth capturing a still in my mind, every darkest streak and every brightest ember. How much convinced you are, when you say, you have defined yourself? In a way or another, how do you define yourself? Sometimes, elated, but again you feel it, you think on it or not, you wake up and try finding the answer when it is clicking around 3, post midnight.

The remains, you find are not for a great account, not for an epic. It has just got some wonderful jiffies I have been banking on these days. These days I have been celebrating my 23^rd anniversary, with all my soul mates, recently being added on by one with whom I just wish to share everything, every moment I have lived so far. You meet the person in a hasty way, you move on, talking at the coffee-corner for a while and you establish some bonds. This is very atypical, I know, at least for me, and for you too. Ever had I imagined for making a reach-out? No I don’t even think so, I don’t even believe so, I don’t even see any drops falling from the prospects. But the feeling of being and having specials keep captivating you and it just keeps your lips always on a bend over and you just keep passing the smile. The reason has to be specific, is it so?

How do you imagine, the past lays down your current and you shape out your future? Do you make it sure, that something at present is the reason, which may make you burst into the tears and on the other hand, make you smile, even when you just have a moment to bet on it? Everything on this earth has got rationale and a gush allied through it. Sometimes, you just keep flowing with and sometimes diving into the stream to find the pearls of your verve – you see, the nature has its takes too. But wait! You find yourself by hand on a trap, you are vanished, you are missing and you are screaming which are nothing but the deviations which keeps you aside for a while and you begin thinking. You find your life in an odd, and you start whining the odes. The life thus changes, and thus you too. Being so gregarious and humane, the morale is that you have to swim again as you don’t want to miss the feel of being in flow. This could be the so called, a positive path that a man must live. You just keep thinking and keep moving and if needed, you just pace up.

I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don’t let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life!

To move on with life, I have discovered some commitments and certain packed up sacks of deadlocks which I need to unravel in forthcoming days. Though, I have already bid an adieu for this buzzing season. Coming season, I am here for you!

Ciao Life!