Sometimes life can teach you the cruelest of lessons.
One of them is ... Hoping against hope is foolish because hope is not strategy.
And I'm not likely to forget this one.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Last Resort
Sometimes I feel completely torn between the fantasies of my past and the impracticality of their future.
Will the bubble ever burst? And if yes, what will it take to break this reverie?
Will a 160 feet bungee jump liberate my soul? Or a 270 degree swing at 150 kmph wake me up? Or will it take a skydive from 10,000 feet ... The truth is I don't know.
Till then, life is all about 'The Little Pink Frock & A Box of Cadbury's Gems'
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
All the world's a stage ...
"Every magic trick consists of three parts, or acts...
The first part is called The Pledge ... the magician shows you something ordinary.
A deck of cards, or a bird or a woman. He shows you this object and pledges to you its utter normality ... perhaps he asks you to inspect it. Unaltered ... normal ?
The first part is called The Pledge ... the magician shows you something ordinary.
A deck of cards, or a bird or a woman. He shows you this object and pledges to you its utter normality ... perhaps he asks you to inspect it. Unaltered ... normal ?
But, of course, it probably isn't.
The second act is called The Turn...
The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordianry. Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it. Because of course, you're not really looking ... you don't really want to know ... you want to be fooled.
That's why every magic trick has a third act. The hardest part ... the part we call ... The Prestige!
Because making something disappear isn't enough, you have to bring it back. Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it, because you don't really want to know. You want to be fooled."
The second act is called The Turn...
The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordianry. Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it. Because of course, you're not really looking ... you don't really want to know ... you want to be fooled.
That's why every magic trick has a third act. The hardest part ... the part we call ... The Prestige!
Because making something disappear isn't enough, you have to bring it back. Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it, because you don't really want to know. You want to be fooled."
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
And now I've been defined by Facebook ...
Sanguine
This is the word that best describes you! The dictionary meaning of the adjective sanguine' is cheerfully optimistic! You are usually happy and manage to turn most negative situations into positive ones. Your happy-go-lucky, impulsive and adventurous personality makes you fun to be around although some people mistake your self-confidence for arrogance. Your sanguine disposition will help your life be a happy one; just be wary of dreaming about castles in the sky and forgetting to focus on reality.
Me : Anybody ... anything else ?
This is the word that best describes you! The dictionary meaning of the adjective sanguine' is cheerfully optimistic! You are usually happy and manage to turn most negative situations into positive ones. Your happy-go-lucky, impulsive and adventurous personality makes you fun to be around although some people mistake your self-confidence for arrogance. Your sanguine disposition will help your life be a happy one; just be wary of dreaming about castles in the sky and forgetting to focus on reality.
Me : Anybody ... anything else ?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Fact or Fiction
Earth calling Moon Rocket ....
General question No. 7 !
Why O why do women raise their leg when being kissed?
Most of the so called 'moment images' from both movies and posters showcase this as a symbol of divine romance.
Is this true and if yes ... what causes it ???
General question No. 7 !
Why O why do women raise their leg when being kissed?
Most of the so called 'moment images' from both movies and posters showcase this as a symbol of divine romance.
Is this true and if yes ... what causes it ???
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Blind Love ?
Earth calling Moon Rocket ....
General question No. 6 !
Why O why do women more than often fall for a man for all the wrong reasons ?
General question No. 6 !
Why O why do women more than often fall for a man for all the wrong reasons ?
They then do everything within their power to alter his personality to something they romanticise.
Objective achieved, they begin to miss the man they originally fell in love with and tell him that he has 'Changed' !
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wild Cat !
It was around 8:00 pm that I found myself driving through a densely forested state highway in the Lower Himalayas. Travelling along was a group of college buddies happily chatting away about a friend’s upcoming wedding. With Don Mclean's ‘Starry Starry Night’ playing softly in the car and the occasional night time jungle sound coming in through the open windows, it seemed like a relaxed and lazy drive.
We had been driving for about half an hour and the songs had shuffled to ‘American Pie’ when the jungle’s peace was abruptly broken by a high pitched screech. Possibly that of a Langur. I slowed down. Suddenly a herd of deer blasted out of the moonlit forest and leaped across the road, their feet barely touching the ground. I slammed the brakes.
We knew that this section of the state highway skirted along the Jim Corbett Wildlife Reserve, known for its tiger population. In hopes of getting lucky I pulled over to the side, switched off the lights and killed the engine. Alone in the middle of a moon bathed jungle and 40 kilometres away from civilization on either side, we waited...
... And waited and waited and waited. It took 45 minutes of sitting without movement and deliberate silence to break our patience. With a general air of disappointment and hollow words of ‘another time ... next time’, it was unanimously decided that we move on. I turned on the ignition, switched on the headlights, engaged the gear and swung back onto the road. Barely had I finished my turn when the car’s light caught a figure. I jammed the brakes once again...
There it was ... The BIGGEST Tiger (male) I have ever seen in its natural habitat !
Barely 12 feet away, it sat there staring directly at us unmoved by the lights or the sound of the engine. Perhaps he had been there all along. Perhaps he just knew that he was the King of the Jungle and that we were completely inconsequential. As if slow motion I slid the car back to its original position but kept the engine running. We sat there for about ten minutes, staring in complete awe at the massive wild cat which seemed quite unaffected by our presence and occasionally gave its tail a royal flick.
We didn’t realize when our silent interview with the tiger got itself an audience. Another car coming in from the opposite side had stopped. It was then that the tiger decided that he was no longer interested in us and after couple of minutes got up and royally swaggered off into the depths of the jungle.
As for us, we continued on our journey. Each one silent and lost in thought, perhaps in reverence to the wild beast that made our day. This time Don Mclean was silent.
We had been driving for about half an hour and the songs had shuffled to ‘American Pie’ when the jungle’s peace was abruptly broken by a high pitched screech. Possibly that of a Langur. I slowed down. Suddenly a herd of deer blasted out of the moonlit forest and leaped across the road, their feet barely touching the ground. I slammed the brakes.
We knew that this section of the state highway skirted along the Jim Corbett Wildlife Reserve, known for its tiger population. In hopes of getting lucky I pulled over to the side, switched off the lights and killed the engine. Alone in the middle of a moon bathed jungle and 40 kilometres away from civilization on either side, we waited...
... And waited and waited and waited. It took 45 minutes of sitting without movement and deliberate silence to break our patience. With a general air of disappointment and hollow words of ‘another time ... next time’, it was unanimously decided that we move on. I turned on the ignition, switched on the headlights, engaged the gear and swung back onto the road. Barely had I finished my turn when the car’s light caught a figure. I jammed the brakes once again...
There it was ... The BIGGEST Tiger (male) I have ever seen in its natural habitat !
Barely 12 feet away, it sat there staring directly at us unmoved by the lights or the sound of the engine. Perhaps he had been there all along. Perhaps he just knew that he was the King of the Jungle and that we were completely inconsequential. As if slow motion I slid the car back to its original position but kept the engine running. We sat there for about ten minutes, staring in complete awe at the massive wild cat which seemed quite unaffected by our presence and occasionally gave its tail a royal flick.
We didn’t realize when our silent interview with the tiger got itself an audience. Another car coming in from the opposite side had stopped. It was then that the tiger decided that he was no longer interested in us and after couple of minutes got up and royally swaggered off into the depths of the jungle.
As for us, we continued on our journey. Each one silent and lost in thought, perhaps in reverence to the wild beast that made our day. This time Don Mclean was silent.
Friday, March 07, 2008
To Err is Human
Everyday in our lives we walk the very thin line between greed & aspirations. So blurred are the divisions that often we fail to distinguish between the two.
None are spared or can escape this complicated human trait that's so intricately wired into our thought muscles...............
None are spared or can escape this complicated human trait that's so intricately wired into our thought muscles...............
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Don't We ...
Its ironic that we faff to save our lives and yet claim that we need depth to lead a meaningful life.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Selective Amnesia
Earth calling Moon Rocket ....
General question No. 5 !
Why O why do women spend hours in front of a mirror color coordinating their attire from head to toe and then pretend to be unaware ?
If you happen to comment or compliment them ... the answer that you will hear in all probability will be as follows -
"Oh! (looking down) ... Am I ... Really, I didn't even realize ... (fluttering eyes) It like ... just happened ... you know"
...Pause...
"... But thank you !"
What purpose can this selective amnesia possibly serve?
Is it just attention deficiency? Then why deny ... say yes and move on ....
Any answers ...
P.S. - Just in case you were wondering if this was an isolated incident ... I'd say it cuts across every line in the feminine domain.
General question No. 5 !
Why O why do women spend hours in front of a mirror color coordinating their attire from head to toe and then pretend to be unaware ?
If you happen to comment or compliment them ... the answer that you will hear in all probability will be as follows -
"Oh! (looking down) ... Am I ... Really, I didn't even realize ... (fluttering eyes) It like ... just happened ... you know"
...Pause...
"... But thank you !"
What purpose can this selective amnesia possibly serve?
Is it just attention deficiency? Then why deny ... say yes and move on ....
Any answers ...
P.S. - Just in case you were wondering if this was an isolated incident ... I'd say it cuts across every line in the feminine domain.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A Fortune Cookie's Words of Wisdom
Your conscience never stops you from doing anything. It just stops you from enjoying it.
The Simple Life !
A signboard in downtown New DelhiLiterally translates to :
One succulent piece of meat...
Two pieces of bread...
(perfectly gels with the universally understood word) ...Bar !
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Low Waist ... On Sale !
In the midst of all the jostling at a jumbo clearence sale at one of the popular branded clothes store ... somebody was grabbing their pick !
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Deja vu
Now this might sound a bit bizarre ... but for me it's a little surprising and sometimes disconcerting when suddenly things that I have interpreted, analysed and locked away for lack of better judgement or simply given up on are sprung upon me...
Today somebody asked me a question - Why don't you just make choices of convenience ?
Hell !
This subject of convenient choices has the knack of irritating me...
Of course I should ... I need to ... The whole world does it ... Fine !
Happy ?
Friday, January 11, 2008
Everybody knows that you've been faithful, Ah give or take a night or two !
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that youve been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows youve been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
And everybody knows that its now or never
Everybody knows that its me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when youve done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old black joes still pickin cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
And everybody knows that the plague is coming
Everybody knows that its moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But theres gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows
And everybody knows that youre in trouble
Everybody knows what youve been through
From the bloody cross on top of calvary
To the beach of malibu
Everybody knows its coming apart
Take one last look at this sacred heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
Thats how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows
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