SMILEY ;-)

:-0, , ;-(, : ‘, :-P etc etc… wow these SMILEYs… girls call them cute, boys call them to girls call them cute. They tell us a lot about our self. They are so cool at times, u don’t need to explain beyond a few symbols. If during the beginning of book writing, full stops and punctuations made people understand English better. Now writing on facebook is made easier by smileys, cos today English is not jus about Shakespeare and Augustan, its about u and me. Imagine what ll the status “oh my god” mean. A smiley with it would better.

But these smileys tell us a lot than jus about the language, but the purpose of the language, COMMUNICATION.

We text more, we type talk more, we facebook more than we talk. May be that’s why we are polite and all sweet when it comes to digital talking.

Have we ever thought “am I talking the same way I text…? Do I sound as good as my msg sounds? Do I talk the same way my facebook wall talks to a new friend.”
The way I see it, answer is no…

1) Have we ever smiled back at a colleague while travelling in the same lift crossing 5 floors?
2) Have we ever smiled back at a stranger walking on the road?
3) Have we ever addressed a person next to my friend saying “@X: ---------- “or atleast a Hi?
4) Have we ever appreciated without gender bias ;-)?
5) Have we ever tried to make more friends, REALLY?

People are cool when they text, awesome when on face book, brilliant when chatting... but we are mass and much more when we smile (no disrespect to mass).

LET THE SMILES BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GREENERY

Ah, the word green. This so much reminds me of the global warming, climate change, the Kyoto, the tag which people are giving to make their business better, etc, etc.. But more than all this green reminds me of human mind. THE GRASS IS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE. It's greener because you're seeing it at a shallower angle. That effectively means you see more grass and less dirt than when you look straight down…

People may feel green about many things… LIKE

“When I was in primary school, I enjoyed life very much, all I had to study was ‘A’ for apple or airplane and highest level of mathematics was division, all teachers were kind to me, my parents gave higher priority to my sleep than the home work ” GREENERY 1

“My secondary school days were awesome, relatives used to buy sweets when they come home, the toughest and biggest question about life was ‘find x’, mornings were about should I take the bus or share auto, evenings were about hindi tuition or maths tuition, ll my dad get me a new cycle at least for this birthday?” GREENERY 2

“My high school life was the best days of my life. Met some of the best friends who I never thought ll make such a huge difference in my life, had great teachers, having fun meant a movie once every month and cycle race, winning and losing was about comparing with your best friends, toughest question to answer was ‘why are u up so late or why are u late home’ ” GREENERY 3

“College days, wow they were like _________ (fill in with some +ve adjective) getting up morning 6 to catch a bus at 6:30, semester exams, meeting HOD, find a matching shirt for the pant, getting into the college’s students clubs were really big things to do, first day first show, a cell phone, 50Rs more to top up, a ‘HI’ reply back from fav girl next class, ALL PASS topped the wish list, finding time to go through the final sem projects during the busy outings, paper presentations, etc etc ” GREENERY 4

“My first job, my life a bachelor, my that, my this…“ GREENERY goes greener

Every phase of the life becomes a paradox, when a particular phase is part of the past we see the best days and when it’s part of the future we work towards it anticipating it and imagining how cool it would be. We like the future, which could possibly be the present one day; we love the past which was once the present.

We get better every day, working towards the future and living with the memories of the past, making every moment as memorable as possible and going green…

I FIGHT

I get up and I sleep and in between that I fight. I fight so hard that even in my dreams I fight.

Fight is the way of life. But I am not a terrorist or an activist or a boxer… I am normal person who eats, travels, sleeps, works, meets, celebrates, enys, egos, and everything U do. But my fights are mostly like intrinsic. U won’t realize I fight because it’s the way life is and it’s probably the way everybody in and around us live.

Morning I get up fight with my tooth paste tube to squeeze the tooth paste out, fight with the unseen politicians and advertisements through the news paper, take a knife poke it hard and cut it hard and make a vegetable salad, pack the veg fight in a box to bury it down under later.

Twist the lace, stamp the shoes and kick the bike still fighting, move from home to work or where ever. Fight for petrol and give a better fight for FREE AIR. Move on road, overtake an opponent on the road, dogged by another, fighting with my music player to play a better song drive on and reach. Fight for the lift or stairs, fight for work and when I get it, fight not to finish it.

Fight for a cinema ticket, fight for traffic free road, fight my own rules, fight my anger fight my laughter, fighting the sun and rain when they are around giving signs of spoiling the day, fighting for my own limits, fighting for Independence, fighting for justice, fighting for and with my friends, fighting for NO WAR, fight for a new world still fighting myself not to change, fighting & fighting.

I fight aggressively, I fight requesting, I fight bad and good, I fight fiercely. I fight tensely, calmly, handsomely, ugly, happily, sadly. Getting better day by day and still needing a lot more experience.

Fighting for me, with me, against me, by me and all this in my own style.
And now I gotta fight to publicize this blog and u have to fight and like this.

The world is a fine place and worth fighting for. Happy fighting, happy living.

INDIA TODAY

We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made!"
- Albert Einstein (Theoretical Physicist, Germany)

And this is just a small fraction of an example of what great people think of INDIA’s capability. We are the people who taught the world how to count, how to do a surgery, who invented wireless communication. And started all the bleedy carp invention, that the rest of the world in completing today. The matter of concern here is why the country with so much intelligence and power is not able to organize an international sports event today.

The freedom struggle like no other has seen, the freedom fighter like no other country has seen.

But today, imagine what a billion of us do. Not obey traffic rules, accept and appreciate bribe, spit in public, not doing something what we believe in, not actually know what we believe in, believe in something just for the sake of it, ill treat a person based on his believes, not respect all people equally, discriminate a person based on the job he is doing, believe that god is directly proportional to caste. India is today a place where a person believes in fate, super power and etc more than himself.
But forgets to enjoy what he has got, compares his life with the western life. Thinks low of himself and his country.
Anything wrong that happens in this country, we say “that’s ok, its India and this is how it ll be”. And immediately compare it with so called better countries. But fail to understand ite we who make this country, without us this is just another geographical.

"If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India!" but today the problem is we all dream about not being an Indian. We dream individually, we dream materialistically, our dreams contradict.

PAST CONTINOUS

A person who lives his childhood for his entire life, is the most matured of all…

I have a habit of searching and collecting some of the good Environmental Quotes, and the best I have come up with so far is “save earth because it is the only planet where we get chocolates”.

Wow, childhood has always been awesome, not because only then i could eat chocolates where ever I want, not because only then everybody around me took maximum care of me, not because I had least home work, not because my class mates wore the similar uniform, not because i have countless reasons to say… its all because whenever I think of all this, I feel I am the happiest Person in the whole world…

Hey wait, why did I not say “happiest child or happiest man”?? The world wanted (wants) me to grow, dint they know growing old is dangerous?? I don’t know…
Sitting back on the chair, scratching my beard and looking back... I can see that things have changed, but the way they happen haven’t.
My mom used to run around me with the tinniest bowl with half filled food, making crows sing and cows drum to that song, just to make me eat one more spoon. But now with different varieties waiting on that huge dinning table everyday, waiting to be heated up whenever I am ready has changed the food, but my mom’s wait, the affection and care has never changed.

When I grew up a little more, my younger brother became the favorite of all those who celebrated me till then, the fights and plays (the cricket bat had a prominent role in both the actions), the quarrels, the possessions and the things we did were same. But now taking different paths, becoming BIGGER, things we have in common has changed, but the support and the feeling of MY BROTHER has not.

When I grew a little more, when I started to go out with friends, I used to sneak out my dad’s watch and shoes when I go out, but now the watch and shoes has become car and credit card, but the sneaking out and getting caught later hasn’t changed. Recently when my dad and I were out, we had to cross the road, my dad caught hold of my finger tightly and said “careful careful” only then I realized its been very long since we crossed the road together. Me blindly following what my dad has changed. But the love, support, supervision and MY HERO has not changed.

Friends: the people whom I used to meet daily and at the same place discussing everything from the cricket match’s first ball to the last ball, everything from the way I bet my brother in the previous night fight… sharing a lot more than pen, pencil and few lunch boxes... giving them a huge “bye BYEEEEE” every day, knowing that we are gonna meet at the same place within 24hrs. But now living together at different parts of the world, doing different things, I meet them at face book, knowing what they do from their status messages, not having much difficulty in counting how many common friends we have, putting photos everyday and waiting to hear their voice. Things have changed, but the friendship, the shoulder on which I cried and the souls which I loved, hasn’t changed.

Report cards have become mark sheets and reports, but the marks, NEVER change…
Schools have become universities, but the way we studied, NEVER change…
Teachers have become bosses, but the way we imitate them, NEVER change…

The past of being a child continues, it’s in our hands whether we use the Past Continuous to indicate a stronger action AT THE PRESENT.

Revisiting those childhood days is bliss, but living the same way is LIFE. I LIVE.

MUSIC AND NOISE

GOD SAVE ME FROM MY FRIENDS, I CAN HANDLE MY ENEMIES.

This article may sound very similar to one of my previous… but it is very much more.

Ever thought, why your favorite party song doesn’t sound the best when u are walking alone on a road, Why your favorite road walk song doesn’t sound the same when u are walking with a different mood???Does that have something to do with the road?? People on the road?? The honks?? The way u walk ??? Where u going to?? I don’t think any of this matter. Its about what’s running in your mind. Very similar to an expensive phone with all the latest features may make u happy, but doesn’t matter, when u don’t get a call or text message from your loved ones… NOISY RITE???

There is always a huge difference between what’s on your mind and what’s in your mind… something that’s there on your mind is sleep and that’s there in your mind is THE DREAM.

We may come across different moods everyday. Example: when my dad is tensed after an intense day at work, he comes home and shouts at me for something that’s not fault. I have two choices to make. MUSIC OR NOISE. NOISE -> I shout back at him, I get tensed shout at someone else and goes on, may be after a point it ll reach a silence but that’s not musical… MUSIC-> I understand that he is pissed off and act as a medium for him to ease it out, still silence after some time and now its musical… the choice is in my HEAD.

This sort of confusion is easier, at least to understand if not to practice. What if u don’t know whether its music or noise… what if u know its noise and still u ll have to hear it… difficult… I am writing this with the fear of not being able to share my problems with whom I have for so long, with the fear of …. Sorry don’t know how to convey.

Reminded of the day when your close friend packs his\her bag to a different place in the same world??? NOISY&^@!$)_*&! U send them off, with a big smile and some of their favorites. U Reach the airport\railway station even before they do, making sure that u are dressed well for their journey, Making sure that u have enough balance on your phone, so that u can call them once more before they leave. Making sure u slept pretty well that afternoon, for your friend to catch a night’s flight, and giving them a HUGE HUG. Giving the hope that, I shall see u soon and still understanding the difference between soon and sooner, all this may seem very musical. Then u come home, hit the hay of your bed, look at the very old ceiling fan, remember all those good times u had together and wipe the tiny drop of water that’s rolling down your cheek. This is when u get confused whether its noise or music… u don’t know whether the water is because u are happy about all those good times or sad about those good times is parceled and ll take sometime to reach u again. The thought of MUSIC brings NOISE and the NOISE reminds u of more MUSIC. Continuously being switched from music to noise, the mind gets tired and switches to sleep mode.

The next morning u get up and check for a SMS from the friend u sent off a few hours ago and tell yourself, true friends are not seen, felt… and suddenly feel a “SAME TO U”.

Now again confused whether its music or noise.

LIFE CYCLE...

I don’t know who said this, under what context… but I completely agree with it.

A cycle where u can drive a BMW, where u can ride and write at the same time with your hand writing still not getting spoiled, a cycle which is not restricted to a doubles or a triples, a cycle which at times costs trillion to inflate and at other times FREE, even though It may seem that u have rode many cycles but finally u realize it was the same, always enjoying its own cycle, even when your cycle is going in the forward direction it may seem to be THE REVERSE and the most important,

a CYCLE which has ZERO RESALE VALUE and an unknown MRP.

A Recent example: I just finished my Engineering and my results cycle was awesome. I totally had 8 semesters which were divided into 7. My first two semester results were smooth. After my third semester results, I got my results and what a SHOCK it said ALL CLEAR. Then within a month came a bigger SHOCK which said “we are sorry, the prev result which we published was wrong and U FLUNKED in 1 subject”. The NEXT SEMESTER, TWO. We are done with semesters 1, 2, 3 and 4. 5th and 6th were awesome, the time when forward movement of the cycle actually felt like it. And now the 7^th sem results. This said, I flunked in a subject which I cleared in the 6^th sem itself. I had 7 subjects in my hall ticket and my mark sheet had result for 8 subjects, so technically, logically and everycally it was wrong. So the CYCLE, it was PASS FAIL AGAIN. And the final semester as good the 1^st.

The cycle was interesting only when I see it now, but then it was pain in the A**.

And may be now I knew why people call it PAIN in the A**, may be because it is A CYCLE.

TRING TRING its time to move ON.