March 2, Just because I am bindass, does not mean I am loose.
March 3, I m not a cynic....I just believe in Murphy's law.
March 4, If you have a problem with my smile, well, that's your problem not mine!
March 6, We are the generation that grew up on "Jungle Jungle baat chali hai, pata chala hai, chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai, phool khila hai"
March 9, Is happily ever after ever happily ever after?
March 11, We have to do what we have to do in order to do what we want to do.
March 12, A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water, but it can touch the soul as it runs down someone’s face.
March 17, Its the darkness that makes you appreciate the presence of light!
March 18, "You say it best when you say nothing at all" is the euphemism for "Shut up!"
March 20, After much contemplation I have realized...that my only talent is talking! :)
March 22, Sure God created man before women. But then you always make a rough draft before the final masterpiece :)
March 28, If you think Himesh started the trend of singing through the nose...try listening to Gori Teri Aankhen and ek pal ka jeena by Lucky Ali...
March 29, I hate it when people give replies like k, k thanks, and fine..it makes me regret saying anything at all.
March 31, Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Yes I’m rude! You got a problem with that?
If you think I am rude, you are right.
I would rather be rude than fake being nice to you.
I would rather be rude than be polite and stand your non-sense.
I would rather be rude and have people be a little scared of me than having people walk up to me and saying what they please and how they please.
I would rather be rude and say something unpleasant to you on your face than laugh about it behind your back and never let you know about.
Yes I would rather be rude, and have my rudeness thrown back at me, than be nice and yet have rudeness thrown back at me.
I would rather be rude than say I like you when I don’t.
I would rather be rude than say I agree with you or lets do it your way if I don’t want to.
I would rather be rude, than have you take me for granted.
I would rather be rude, because if I am polite to you, when I don’t feel like being polite, I am deceiving you, I am deceiving me and I am building our interaction on a bitter and false foundation. Foundation which may easily give out some day and hurt us both in the process. Yes, I’d rather be rude, than abuse my conscience and yours, insult my intelligence and yours.
I would rather be rude, because if you stick around in spite of my rudeness I know you are a friend worth making.
Yes I would rather be rude because if you look past my rudeness to see the goodness that hides behind it…you are a friend worth keeping.
Yes I would rather be rude because if you stay long enough and try hard enough to wear down my rudeness, and understand the real me, you are a friend worth loving.
I would rather be rude than hurt.
Yes I’m rude! You got a problem with that?
I would rather be rude than fake being nice to you.
I would rather be rude than be polite and stand your non-sense.
I would rather be rude and have people be a little scared of me than having people walk up to me and saying what they please and how they please.
I would rather be rude and say something unpleasant to you on your face than laugh about it behind your back and never let you know about.
Yes I would rather be rude, and have my rudeness thrown back at me, than be nice and yet have rudeness thrown back at me.
I would rather be rude than say I like you when I don’t.
I would rather be rude than say I agree with you or lets do it your way if I don’t want to.
I would rather be rude, than have you take me for granted.
I would rather be rude, because if I am polite to you, when I don’t feel like being polite, I am deceiving you, I am deceiving me and I am building our interaction on a bitter and false foundation. Foundation which may easily give out some day and hurt us both in the process. Yes, I’d rather be rude, than abuse my conscience and yours, insult my intelligence and yours.
I would rather be rude, because if you stick around in spite of my rudeness I know you are a friend worth making.
Yes I would rather be rude because if you look past my rudeness to see the goodness that hides behind it…you are a friend worth keeping.
Yes I would rather be rude because if you stay long enough and try hard enough to wear down my rudeness, and understand the real me, you are a friend worth loving.
I would rather be rude than hurt.
Yes I’m rude! You got a problem with that?
Monday, April 5, 2010
Simply Awesome
Disclaimer : This is not written by me. It was sent to me by a friend called Avinash, but it was so beautiful that I had to share it with as many people as I could.
"They will always smell good even if its just shampoo.
The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
How cute they look when they sleep.
The ease in which they fit into our arms.
The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
How cute they are when they eat.
The way they take hours to get dressed, but in the end it makes it all worth while.
Because they are always warm even when it's minus 30 outside.
The way they look good no matter what they wear.
How cute they are when they argue.
The way her hand always finds yours.
The way they smile.
The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight.
The way she says "lets not fight anymore," even though you know that an hour later...
The way they kiss when you do something nice for them.
The way they kiss you when you say "I Love You."
Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
Then the way apologize when it does hurt. (Even though we don't admit it)!
The way they say "I miss you."
The way you miss them.
The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...
The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth...
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them,
wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not.
Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world,
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling, only felt."
"They will always smell good even if its just shampoo.
The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.
How cute they look when they sleep.
The ease in which they fit into our arms.
The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.
How cute they are when they eat.
The way they take hours to get dressed, but in the end it makes it all worth while.
Because they are always warm even when it's minus 30 outside.
The way they look good no matter what they wear.
How cute they are when they argue.
The way her hand always finds yours.
The way they smile.
The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight.
The way she says "lets not fight anymore," even though you know that an hour later...
The way they kiss when you do something nice for them.
The way they kiss you when you say "I Love You."
Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
The way they fall into your arms when they cry.
Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.
The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.
Then the way apologize when it does hurt. (Even though we don't admit it)!
The way they say "I miss you."
The way you miss them.
The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...
The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth...
Yet regardless if you love them, hate them,
wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not.
Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world,
they become everything to you.
When you look them in the eyes,
traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound,
you know that your own life is inevitable consumed
within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart.
We love them for a million reasons,
No paper would do it justice.
It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling, only felt."
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Calculus, male mind and the female mind
Calculus, male mind and the female mind
Male mind is like differential calculus. Whenever men are faced with a situation/ problem/ question, they never look at it as a whole. They take a look at the complicated problem curve P and break it down into small elements, dP1, dP2, dP3....dPn till the curve (the element) starts looking like a straight line. Then they look for a solution to this linear element. This style of thinking comes from the fact that the male brain is single minded i.e focused on one and only one thing at a time, multitasking or multithreading is not their forte. Male mind places logic and simplicity of solution above anything else. It does not like limits, dependencies and non linearities.
Female mind on the other hand functions like integral calculus. It looks at a problem curve, considers the domain variables, the dependencies, the limits and then it integrates P to come to a solution. Thus the female solution is not only for the Problem curve P, it is one degree higher so that the solution for P does not give rise to any other problems. The female mind revels in non linearities. It looks at the bigger picture to come up with a solution. The solution is not necessarily a simple one but it is more long lasting.
Male mind functions on the principle of differential calculus, the female mind functions on the principles of integral calculus. Though both the things are diametrically opposite, they are very much complementary. One is incomplete without the other.
Male mind is like differential calculus. Whenever men are faced with a situation/ problem/ question, they never look at it as a whole. They take a look at the complicated problem curve P and break it down into small elements, dP1, dP2, dP3....dPn till the curve (the element) starts looking like a straight line. Then they look for a solution to this linear element. This style of thinking comes from the fact that the male brain is single minded i.e focused on one and only one thing at a time, multitasking or multithreading is not their forte. Male mind places logic and simplicity of solution above anything else. It does not like limits, dependencies and non linearities.
Female mind on the other hand functions like integral calculus. It looks at a problem curve, considers the domain variables, the dependencies, the limits and then it integrates P to come to a solution. Thus the female solution is not only for the Problem curve P, it is one degree higher so that the solution for P does not give rise to any other problems. The female mind revels in non linearities. It looks at the bigger picture to come up with a solution. The solution is not necessarily a simple one but it is more long lasting.
Male mind functions on the principle of differential calculus, the female mind functions on the principles of integral calculus. Though both the things are diametrically opposite, they are very much complementary. One is incomplete without the other.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Passion is everything...
Passion is everything...
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts..sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
Passion gives life meaning, Passion gives it a direction. Passion is everything....
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts..sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
Passion gives life meaning, Passion gives it a direction. Passion is everything....
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Songs of the 90s....
One day a strange mood stuck me and all I could think of was the 90s songs ...mostly involving Akshay Kumar or Suneil Shetty! Songs that made no sense...and songs that makes me laugh a lot if I think of them these days...
For instance..
"poster lagwa do bazaar me, ye khabar chhapwa do akhbaar me, ek ladka ek ladki, ek ladka ladki hay hay pagal ho gaye pyaar me"!
"kya adaa kya jalwe tere paaro dil ke tukde ho gaye hazaro jaayegi ab jaan bhi meri aankh na maaro!"
bhali ladki, khol tere dil ki, pyaar waali khidki ho ho ho ho...
"hay huku hay huku hay hay hay huku hay huku hay hay, ek ladki mere saamne mera dil liye jaaye jaaye jaaye"
muqabla oh laila, apna qafila, jab pyar se chala logo ka dil jaala yaar ka dil mila mohabbat ka hai yahi silsila...oye o!
gore mukhde pe kala kala chashma tauba khuda khair kare kya khoob hai karishma!
'a a i u u u mera dil na todo'
me base ho tum, tumhe dil me basa lunga jab chahe tumhe dekhu aaina bana lunga! and 'jhaanjhariya uski chhanak gayi chubari bhi sar se sarak gayi meri nazar usse mili to uski nazar sharma ke jhuk gayee'
chha pe soya tha behnoi
sarkaylo khatiya jaada lage
rukmini rukmini shaadi ke baad kya kya hua :)
The songs and the lyrics of the 90s rocked!
Further additions -
Oonchi hai building, lift teri band hai, kaise main aau dil razamand hai.
A Aa ee u u u, mera dil na todo!
Main laila laila chillaunga kurta faad ke!
kurta faad sab chhod chhaad main ho gaya deewana
For instance..
"poster lagwa do bazaar me, ye khabar chhapwa do akhbaar me, ek ladka ek ladki, ek ladka ladki hay hay pagal ho gaye pyaar me"!
"kya adaa kya jalwe tere paaro dil ke tukde ho gaye hazaro jaayegi ab jaan bhi meri aankh na maaro!"
bhali ladki, khol tere dil ki, pyaar waali khidki ho ho ho ho...
"hay huku hay huku hay hay hay huku hay huku hay hay, ek ladki mere saamne mera dil liye jaaye jaaye jaaye"
muqabla oh laila, apna qafila, jab pyar se chala logo ka dil jaala yaar ka dil mila mohabbat ka hai yahi silsila...oye o!
gore mukhde pe kala kala chashma tauba khuda khair kare kya khoob hai karishma!
'a a i u u u mera dil na todo'
me base ho tum, tumhe dil me basa lunga jab chahe tumhe dekhu aaina bana lunga! and 'jhaanjhariya uski chhanak gayi chubari bhi sar se sarak gayi meri nazar usse mili to uski nazar sharma ke jhuk gayee'
chha pe soya tha behnoi
sarkaylo khatiya jaada lage
rukmini rukmini shaadi ke baad kya kya hua :)
The songs and the lyrics of the 90s rocked!
Further additions -
Oonchi hai building, lift teri band hai, kaise main aau dil razamand hai.
A Aa ee u u u, mera dil na todo!
Main laila laila chillaunga kurta faad ke!
kurta faad sab chhod chhaad main ho gaya deewana
tu Meri Hai Pepsi-cola
Main Tera Hoon Coca-cola interval Mein Piyenge Dono
Barf Mein Laga Huva Mangola juldi Kar Ke Chadh Na Jaaye
Thrmometer Ka Ye Paara ek Baar Se Dil Nahi Bharata
Mudke Dekh Mujhe Dobaara
tan Tana Tan Tan Tan Taara
Chalati Hai Kya Nau Se Baara
Main to raste se jaa raha tha
Bhel puri kha raha tha
tujhe mirchi lagi to main kya karu!
Thursday, March 11, 2010
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