Category: Life Ordinary

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    actually the title is self explanatory.but since readers are readers, an explanation is the least i can do. i believe that since blogging is a mode of self expression, the posts lose objectivity after a certain amount of time and become monotonous, almost like a broken record, like old wine in a new bottle…
    to be very honest, i am extremely sad at going off rediff..like i told my wife, its like moving out of your first home, it hurts.. but sometimes the new home is just better, and you can only fight the temptation for so long. i have lost the fight, for now….
    and though i plan to be back, somewhere, i hope to keep this one like asimov’s second foundation, hidden from the mainstream and safe to keep my spirit of blogging alive, and remind me of how it all started….
    so, until i surface again, its adieu…..
    and in
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    this seems to be a perfect fit for the occasion
    If you’re leaving close the door.
    I’m not expecting people anymore.
    Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor.
    Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale.
    Had a friend once in a room,
    had a good time but it ended much too soon.
    In a cold month in that room
    we found a reason for the things we had to do.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

    “When a blind man cries” – Deep Purple

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  • Fear Factor

    Nope, AXN is not paying me for the publicity (as if)..hehe.., oops, i am not paying them royalty either…oh well, the balance of life… the disclaimer – this post is also on the lines of some previous posts, in terms of general direction, that is – why we do the things we do…..
    in one of my previous posts, i had written about sex being the principal driver of our actions…but though the arguments were compelling, i realise that there are some times where the argument draws a blank…
    for example, as kids, we dont have conscious thoughts of sex, maybe it exists in some form in the sub conscious, but definitely not as overt feelings..
    so i looked for one emotion that at least equals sex in terms of being a driver – fear…
    from birth to death , there are zillions of situations where fear has propelled us to do the things we did…
    cry coz you were afraid you wouldn’t get fed…..
    ate the food coz you were afraid of the big bad wolf that would come to get you, if you didnt eat
    refused to go to school coz you were afraid of the bullies, teachers etc
    didnt go into a dark room coz you wera afraid of ghosts
    did the homework coz you were afraid of being punished
    insisted on the cricket gear coz you were afraid you wouldnt be allowed to play without it
    took a career path coz you were afraid of being called a failure
    thought hundred times about proposing to your girl/boyfriend coz you were afraid of rejection
    smoked/boozed coz you were afraid you wouldnt match up to your peer group’s standards otherwise
    thought hundred times about proposing to your girl/boyfriend coz you were afraid of commitment
    believed in God coz you were afraid of His wrath
    let your dreams meander away coz you were afraid that if you followed them, your life would meander away
    didnt help an accident victim coz you were afraid that it would take too much of you time/energy
    developed multiple masks coz you were afraid to show your real personality
    thought twice about posting this coz i was afraid people would think of my line of thought as an obsession.. 🙂

    all this and much much more… maybe if i could only stop being afraid, i could be what i wanted to be and do all the things i wanted to do.. and then FDR’s words rings across my mind -” there is nothing to fear, but fear itself”
    but what you dont have to fear is
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    a link thats a must see…only instructions are to take the pointer to the guy’s nose after the site is fully loaded

    a shot in the arm for indian sports (pun intended?)
    and a great forward
    I wanted to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003 & 2004. Because of your kindness:
    * I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it’s good for removing toilet stains.
    * I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.
    * I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer.
    * I don’t leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.
    * I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and the I get a phone bill from hell with
    calls to Uganda, Singapore and Tokyo.
    * I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat feces and urine.
    * When I go to parties, I don’t look at any girl no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
    * I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times. (Funny
    that girl, she’s been 7 since 1993…)
    * I went bankrupt from bounced checks that I made expecting the $15,000 that Microsoft and AOL were supposed to send me when I
    participated in their special e-mail program would arrive soon.
    * My free Nokia phone never arrived and neither did the free passes for a paid vacation to Disneyland.
    *Made myself sick trying to call divya singh (Siemens employee) who needs help for her hubby suffering from Lung cellular cancer
    especially when she was not married!!
    IMPORTANT NOTE:
    If you do not make this into an e-mail and send it to at least 1200 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will crap on your head today at 5:30pm 😉

  • Mindsweeper

    ever played the game minesweeper, which is a part of the bundle of Microsoft games?.. there are lots of squares, and when you click on one, it either has a mine (which means you lost) or you have squares all around it opening up with numbers on them (the numbers tell you how many mines are around the particular square)..you win the game when you have located all the mines…okey, i hear the applause for the refresher course, apologise to the seasoned warriors, but this post wouldnt make sense, if you didnt know the game,hence….
    the thought is that the memories in the human mind are also a bit like the squares..most of them are harmless,but are a link to some bad ones..in fact some of them are a link to a lot of bad ones… and the bad ones themselves are a few in number, but have a major effect nonetheless on the general ‘game’….a good ‘game’ is to identify all the bad ones and not tread on them… the game is life, ideally you shouldnt start with any bad squares, but by the time you wake up to the game, you are bound to have a few…but then, if we identify them and stick to only the good squares, we would have a good life with no bad memories to haunt us…
    going a step further,if we do more good and make new squares, at some later stage the bad ones will be so small in number that they are insignificant, then maybe, just maybe, you can change the rules of the game and use the good squares as links to other good squares….
    its just a thought, maybe it doesnt make sense to you, but i believe that we are what we are now because of the things we did…so the key would be to find out why we do the things we do
    till i find the answer, i will play mindsweeper, perhaps with a lil more understanding…
    and give you
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    some good one liners
    – Life is like a grammar lesson. You find the past perfect and the present tense.
    – By the time a man realizes that his father was usually right, he has a son who thinks he’s usually wrong.
    – If it weren’t for marriage, men and women would have to fight with total strangers.
    and a good joke
    A prisoner escapes from a prison where he had been kept for 15 years. As he runs away, he finds a house and breaks into it … he finds a young couple in bed. He orders the guy out of bed, ties him up on a chair.
    While tying the girl up to the bed, he gets on top of her, kisses her on the neck, then gets up and goes to the bathroom. While he is in there, the husband tells his wife : “Listen! This guy is an escaped prisoner, look at his clothes! He probably has spent lots of time in prison and hasn’t seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck. If he wants sex…don’t resist, don’t complain, just do what he tells you… give him satisfaction! This guy must be dangerous! And, if he gets angry, he will kill us! Be strong, honey. I love you!”
    The wife responds: “He was not kissing my neck. He was whispering in my ear. He told me he was gay, found you very sexy and asked if we kept any Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong, honey. I love you, too!!”

  • Piece Full

    waking up late on a sunday morning…listening to birds chirping…driving with the wind on the face….humming a song that was first heard while in college….getting a head massage….turning the tap and getting water , not having to wake up early and stand in a queue for water..(sometimes) not getting stuck in traffic…writing a post…reading a good book…..listening to good music…chatting with an old friend…remembering good old times…wishing that life froze there, but realising we have to move on..standing on the terrace and watching stars…realising that others before you and others after you will be contemplating on similar lines….getting a good night’s sleep….realising that you have no major complaints in life…
    all, pieces of a full…… if only all the pieces were like this, life would be so peaceful….
    w-bug is moving on, maybe a good piece for her, but not for her readers…but i guess thats life, if you had only good pieces, you wouldnt know they are good…
    and in
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    Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class.One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ”Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?”
    When Mary didn’t stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ”God Almighty !” shouted Mary and the teacher said, ”Very good” and Mary fell back to sleep.
    A while later the teacher asked Mary, ”Who is our Lord and Savior?” But Mary didn’t even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ”Jesus Christ!” shouted Mary and the teacher said, ”Very good,” and Mary fell back to sleep.
    Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ”What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?” And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ”If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I’ll break it in half!”
    The Teacher fainted.

  • Any Me

    Aunt May (not mine, Peter Parker’s) says that there is a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest,gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride… my take is that there is also an enemy within all of us….and both of them are me… and at any point in time i could be any me. the one that i call the ‘enemy’ is the one
    that gets jealous when something good happens to someone else
    sighes in relief when something bad happens to someone else
    is willing to stab (front, back, anywhere) to get ahead
    will hog for a grand but think twice about giving Rs.5 to the old woman at the corner.
    tries to get away with anything, so long as that is possible
    copied in school, college etc (hehe)
    passes comments with the sole intention of hurting people
    amongst a host of other things which have been conveniently forgotten……

    we build a sense of right and wrong based on our inherent nature and our experiences, but these are extremely subjective..whch brings me to queries on the enemy –
    is it my enemy? have i played a part in creating it? does it make not having it? if i dont have it, will i still be me? without it, will i be able to survive in this world ? or is it the enemy that makes me what i am – human!!

    Aunt May has also said that being a hero means that sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams….. my take on it, is that worth it …..for any me??
    and hey, this is interesting news, was chatting with a couple of rediff guys about their proposal for marketing our brand on their site
    and we chatted about blogs too..and they said that though not immediately, at some point of time there would be a payment factor in blogging, which although i knew was bound to happen, i do hope is a long way off
    and in
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    while on aunt may and parker, you might like to check this out
    and a good fwd
    India and Pakistan recently realized that, if they continued political tension, they would someday end up destroying each other. So they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with a dog fight.
    The negotiators agreed that each country would take five years to develop the best fighting dog they could. The dog that won the fight would earn its country the right to rule Kashmir. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.
    The Pakistanis found the biggest, meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world. They bred them together and then crossed their offspring with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest, strongest puppy from each litter, killed all the other puppies and fed the lone ! dog all of the milk. They used steroids and trainers in their quest for the perfect killing machine, until, after the five years were up, they had a dog that needed iron prison bars on his cage. Only the trainers could handle this beast.
    When the day of the big fight arrived, the Indians showed up with a strange animal: It was a nine-foot-long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for the Indians. No one else thought this weird animal stood a chance against the growling beast in the Pakistani camp. The bookies predicted that Pakistan would win in less than a minute. The cages were opened. The dachshund waddled toward the centre of the ring. The Pakistani dog leapt from his cage and charged the giant wiener-dog. As he got to within an inch of the Indian dog, the dachshund opened its jaws and swallowed the Pakistani beast in one bite. There was nothing left but a small bit of fur from the killer dog’s tail.
    The Pakistanis approached the Indians, shaking their heads in disbelief.We do not understand. Our top scientists and breeders worked for five years with the meanest, biggest Dobermans and Rottweilers. They developed a killing machine.
    Really? the Indians replied. We had our top plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a dachshund…