think!

what's more important? what u think abt urself? or wat othrs think of u? idealists say- the former..but sensible ppl wud say- both!

do we need to compare ourselves with othrs always? its gud in a way dat it boosts ur competitive spirit, but the fact that thr's sumone better than u duznt mean ur not good. u can always try n beat them, but if u dont, u needn't kill urself over it.

Sania duznt stop playing coz there r some 30 odd players better than her in d world. she's gonna keep trying to be numero uno. maybe she won't. but so what??

the reason i've been thinking abt this drivel is dat i've seen a lot of this being happening. some of my friends dont take part in competitions coz they think they won't win." there are better ppl in thr!!". n i've heard ppl saying " o god they're so brilliant, so intelligent..i feel kinda insignificant in their presence!" stupidity if u ask me..

agreed! thr r always super achievers, who have gr88 acads, unbelievable intelligence, and r super popular. maybe u haven't got even 10% of their accomplishments. but that doesn't mean u insult the life u've been living. you've had your moments of succcess, built gr8 relationships, and well had lots of fun!! u have a place of your own in the world and be proud of it..well u can always try to improve urself though!


now thr's one line i so totally believe in..

" The woods would be silent indeed if no bird sang there except the best!

go sing your song now...even if your not a nightingale.

some lines to ponder over...

came across this little poem sumwhr..



"i bargained with life for a penny
and Life would pay no more,
however i begged in the evening
when i counted my scanty store.

for Life is a just employer,
he gives you what you ask,
but once you've set the wages,
you have to bear the task.

i worked for a menial's hire,
only to learn ,dismayed,
that any wage i'd asked of Life,
Life would have willingly paid."


so totally true.... life gives us wat we ask of it ( well most of the times)..but we do have to "bear the task" and put in hard work proportional to the magnitude of our ambition.

glad i realized this at 20 and not at 80!!!

42

42...
sometimes, life can be as mad and meaningless as that!
according to 'the hitch hiker's guide to galaxy' (read that book b4 u die), the answer to life, universe and everything is 42. mad? exactly.

and life can be crazier than 42 even. usually it goes about its flow, happily, musically, but sumtimes it decides to jump around and leave you completely bewildered.

u convince yourself dat ur really not interested in that person. dat crush is history. and the same night u have a dram in which dat person is kissing ur friend and u wake up feeling horrible.
after being in a dilemma for many months u finally decide dat u want to do an mba and ur future lies in managemnt and suddenly the programming labs become interesting and u suddenly become super skilled in them. ur again breaking ur head...wat do i do wid my life?

a delightful friend of mine msgd me early in d morning.." just when u thought u have all d answers, life changes the questions." (hmm..nice thought, but not exactly an optimistic thought 2 start ur day with! ) anyways, that does happen. sumtimes life just doesn't make any sense, just like my blog, but still its thr and u live with it. maybe u can work hard and make it better, or just dont give it a damn and go with d flow, bcuz nothing lasts forever. it has to get better.

i now wonder, 2-3 crazy days made me ponder about life and its mysteries for a while, what must have philosophers like aristotle gone through to make it their life's pursuit! scary!

talking about life, i read this thing somewhr ( i think in a tailor's shop) :

LIFE is like a bumble bee
it has a song,
it has a sting
and ah! it has a wing!! ;)







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finally, after a decade...

i've been wearing glasses for a decade now , n i still remembr the first time i wore my glasses..

'the world is so beautiful!!" i could finally see everything clearly. no more peering into my neightbours' books wen i cudnt see the blackboard, no more climbing on to the table to see the time in the wall clock. but i cudnt look in the mirror for a whole month. I thought i looked really ugly. But then slowly i got used to them being a part of my face. In these ten years, i've worn them in different shapes sizes n colors. they r the first thing i look for when i wake up and d last thing on my mind b4 i go 2 sleep. for ten yrs they've been with me, ruining my pics, preventing me from walkin in d rain (i wanted to get wipers fixed to them as a kid) and their safety has always been my top priority. coz wenever i broke my glasses ( dat has happened quite a few times) i had to spend a day or two in semi-blindness, doing nothing! i cudnt read, cudnt watch tv, nothing without hurting my eyes.

i cudnt help thinking of all this wen i got my first pair of contact lenses. finally aftr a decade, i was setting my eyes free.

n i'm not going to forget d first time i put my lenses on too...it was a complete disaster. i went into my bathroom, n stared into d mirror, took a deep breath n took one out. it was so fragile! "i want to see!" "i want to see too!" three of my young cousins came in too, trying to peer into my face. i was nervous initially, now i was freakin out. ever so carefully, i was trying to put it on my eyeball, but it didnt want to go in. i kept trying, my eye kept watering, n my cousins kept yelling dat they wanted to have a go at sticking it in my eye. then another of my cousins drops in " hey, wats everyone doing in d bathroom?" i nearly dropped my precious precious lens. but finally i drove them all out n aftr 3-4 mins of tryin, i cud get it on properly. but now they were safely in, i cudnt take them off. another struggle for 2 mins. finally i put them aside n went to bed with blood-red , almost swollen eyes.

now, aftr a week, i n my lenses have got used to each other. but i'm not goin to look in d mirror for some days again. i see an incomplete face.

a pleasure beyond compare

" To sit alone in the lamplight with a book before you, and hold intimate conversation with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare."
kenko yoshida

i don't know who this person is, but i feel the same way about books. the pleasure really is beyond compare- the pleasure of holding a book, and finding in its pages new worlds, meeting new people and sharing their joys, thinking their thoughts; the pleasure of setting your imagination free and conjuring up the worlds and making them real!!

as anne lammot says, it is a miracle that out of these small squares of paper unfolds world after world after world; worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet you or totally excite you. the best thing about these worlds is that they 're open to us forever, whenever we may choose to enter, though they may present themselves more delightfully each time. a perfect retreat from the real world when needed.

for me, it all started from the comic book 'chacha choudhary'. remember that red turban and that silly line- 'his mind works faster than a computer' or something? yeah, seems unbelievably goofy now, but dat was what i started reading with. then graduated to Enid Blyton. When i entered my teens, i got interested in boys. dont get me wrong, i mean the Hardy Boys books. it was a series of books about two teen detectives, joe ( i had a major crush on him all through my schooling years) and frank. it was in school that i became almost greedy about books.

for sometime after that sidney sheldon held my interest. then came many others, micheal crichton, isaac asimov, jeffrey archer, the so-famous dan brown, david gibbins (quite recently), our very own chetan bhagat, and others.. i previously detested non-fiction, but later read pretty cool ones - Fish!, Who Moved My Cheese, rich dad poor dad, the books of d personality dev. guru dale carnegie......

but of course, nothing delights me as much as the harry potter books. i'm still as much in love wid harry as i was 4-5 yrs back. when the 6th part was released, my dad sent it through post, and i still remember the look on the poor postman's face when i actually yelled with delight!

i'm gonna end it here (finally!) . i have to get back to the classics i've stocked up. currently i'm travelling the world with the formidable mr.Fogg in 'around the world in 80 days'. later i shall be staying at the 'wuthering heights' for a while.

u go get a book and get lost in it too.
happy reading!

comeback!!

i thought it wasn't happening. i thought i could write no more...

i was so caught up in other things, mostly unimportant, that i stopped paying attention to myself. i stopped reading for pleasure, and orkut scraps n a few e-mails to friends was all i did in d name of writing, and poetry disappeared from life... i kinda started to feel half-dead.

my vacation started and i finally had time to feel again. one day i found a scrap in my orkut scrapbook saying my blogs were gud. Thr have been others who've complemented me on my blogs, but then i had actually asked them abt them n was staring at their faces expectantly at the time, so dat duznt really count, does it?

anyways, i feel quite encouraged .. so i'm gonna go 'blog blog blog' for some days from now

the blogger is back!!!