Try try never say die

I have heard enough of this. And you definitely must have, too. And I experienced a bit of this, very recently; that’s what is making me write this, and making you read this, too. Oh! Enough of this and that!

Life is full of chances. That one chance you take can become your opportunity. Each one of us has a destined place; not any one can really take it away from any of us. I would not call it fate; to call it fate would mean to bow down to some thing too trivial in the face of a human ability. Destiny is what decides when chance turns into opportunity; and it demands patience, patience and plain patience from one’s side. To wait patiently simply means to look further into one self; to concentrate on one’s own inner strength and most importantly, not to think of the others around who made it (which is very tough). Each one of us is definitely no way less than the rest; or no way more either. It is just that time is on some body’s side as of now, and will soon be on ours too. No one’s life can be a total failure either; success and failure are matters of moments alone. Hope, as I repeat as said in one of my earlier posts, is the driving force of all our lives, and this hope should intensify with each set back in life. Each step back is an indication that some thing better and bigger is in store; some thing nicer will turn up; or probably destiny has other plans. Each bad experience should strengthen one up mentally, and the ultimate result then attained would be sweeter than the one got as expected. Each day is a new learning experience; and if not for the rejection and dejection my past has given me, I would not have learnt so much- not even so much as to write this. Would you?

Most importantly, a set back actually shows you your real friends; and nothing more than unmasking a faking friend, isn’t it? When life hits out, do not swoon down; instead get up fast and start fighting. A battle well fought is relief in itself. Believe in yourself; stop looking around (consequences might be bad; I forewarn) and start fighting! Success is not the mere absence of failure; it means winning the war; not every battle.

P.S. Long boring sermon; I know. :P

Food :(

I miss my gestation. Sigh. Food is scheduled here.
Monday morning = Idly (Stones I can pelt at some one I detest) or Bread toast. (Surface area of a slice = that of a standard Milk Bikis biscuit). Bread is actually delightful.
The morning coffee:
Procedure: Milk (99% water + 1% milk) is taken in a large vessel; a small drop of decoction is added. The instant the color of the milk changes to coffee brown, upon the addition of a few micro liters of decoction, stop adding the decoction; add lump some sugar to cover up.
A similar story follows up for tea. And the schedule goes on with a time table for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And yeah, the evening snack, that could at times throw up surprises in the form of cakes and buns: P and not to forget the monthly price tag 
And the result, strong adaptation of the stomach to digest any thing; acceptance of the mind to remember that not all food is good; and adjusting of the biological clock to eat when ever the source of food stimulates the olfactory senses. Most importantly, mastering the skill to cook any thing and every thing with just an electric kettle (Thanks to Philips Electronics) and to experiment with all plant parts to cook. Sigh! 

Change?

Change is the only thing that is permanent in life. I am probably the nth person saying this. I keep telling this to my old plain self when ever I make umpteen plans, and things seem bright and sunny, and then what was not expected to happen, goes on. Sigh! This is just change, on a daily basis; but there are people who change like ‘that’, for life. Being in a hostel, I am blessed (I forget Amma’s food when I say this) to be around n number of people, and it’s for this experience of being with people of all kinds from all the possible corners of the nation, that I say I am blessed. From a very personal opinion, I have been observing people, their life style, thoughts and opinions. Friendly, ignorant, dominating, submissive, the adjective list is endless to describe them. Some have been around since day 1, till today, and that’s when I get ending up certain small jerks. Friends who were gone ‘missing’ one whole year, are suddenly on Face book with you, then the smiles resume, and I don’t want to ‘take revenge’ by ‘not bothering’. You smile, I smile back. You talk, I talk back. You don’t talk or smile or wave a Hi, huh? Duh. It’s not my fault. And people at the end of this ‘resuming’ friendship give me little jerks, or rather big ones.
Not only with respect to community living like a hostel, I end up getting jerks because of people I meet after a certain period of time. They are like this and that now, like “My father blah blah blah... Always says this... And I do so... Blah Blah Blah... I am principled, disciplined... “And all these words are hidden beneath their words. I meet them later, and My God! Life style changes, attitude or rather ego, over the head thoughts, just formal exchange of words with me, because, now, they presume they are going ahead, while I am still right down there. Because they do certain things and I don’t. I feel like I should have caught the past on a camera, and must show them now and ask, “And what does your father say, and what do you do”? Why even talk as if one is a person of principles and qualities, and then take a total turn “influenced” by surroundings? What purpose does the up bringing by parents hold, and what principles do they even stand for? Only time can teach them a lesson. I still wish a lot of people can go back and be the same old self they were when I met them first; I share a lot of memories with that “self” they were; and I am missing them now. All I want to do is to probe into their minds and find out the how, why, when, what and which of their “change”, and to just tap them one on their heads with a magic wand and bring them back to their old selves. When I realize I can’t, I just wait with hope, and end up writing here.
Yawn! I slept through the writing myself; and I pity you reading this: P Thanks anyways!

True Blood

Note: The following post is not about the television series by the same name.
Note again: It is strictly based on certain life experiences; any co incidence with the reader’s experiences is always open to discussion post reading.

Blood is thicker than water. Duh. Spank the guy who said that. I will trust sayings and proverbs only when I experience what is said. This means the above quoted words will never get into my head. Money is heavier than blood and water, you see.
Family. What does this mean? Or rather, what is it meant for? It’s the values you stand by, for the people you stand for. Blood and genes unite us all, and there is some source for a life time for every thing you depend upon. Emotions. Love. Happiness and sorrow. Peace of mind. Faith. Trust. And finally, the driving force of all our lives, hope. Friends are around for these too, I cannot deny that, but its always special when blood gets you that. Festivals arrive in their true spirit, celebrations and get togethers are always special with “Family”. Now, when some one doesn’t get to experience all this, it ends up in a post like this one:( Its absolutely not a personal fault, for missing out on some special moments as these. And I don’t ask God (?) the customary “Why me?” either. I just say, “Hope so, some time soon”:) And I also thank destiny (The strongest force in life) for the wonderful people in my life, for giving me moments I might have missed out otherwise. These wonderful people have given me enough of every thing in life, and I hope it doesn’t stop. Now, I would call each of them, “My Family”, although blood doesn’t unite us, for friends would be an undermining term for all that they are to me 

P.S: Hope so, some time soon:)

Where are we heading?

Pre script: Analysis of the write up right underneath might cause differences of opinion, for which the author (:P) doesn’t hold responsibility.

Am I staying back, or are the people around me moving ahead? There are a dozen stories each day into my ears on ‘first experience’ with drinks, and so on. There are people who take a whiff (I hope you get it) that apparently blows their worries away. I still wonder if that can be replaced by better options. Partying. Pubs. The discotheque. Noise. All to forget worries and distress. De-stress mantras in times of distress. It still keeps me wondering. Why? And why do we need them? Are we so stressed out, that we are burdening all the world’s worries on our shoulders? Are we planning conspiracies on aliens that we go in for the so called de stressers when we feel saturated?

If I were to blame any thing for what’s happening, I would point it right to the face in the mirror. We shut ourselves in cabins, scurry behind money, yearn for luxury than comfort, ‘socialise’ strictly through online sources and pack tight schedules. The mobile phone is competing with Oxygen, and computers with water, in our priority list. And then we end up saying we feel lonely, left out, vexed, and freaked out and so on. And end up depending on the just said sources. Chemical substances that apparently ease our minds better than people.

How many of us just smile at our random acquaintances? How many of us have had those long talks and walks with our pals? When there is a deep inner strength within (I am not preaching), when what lies within matters and makes sense, why depend on some thing external or synthetic for emotional strength, and what’s the point living one’s age.

Let’s live wise.

P.S. Refer Pre script. :P

Its all numbered

Duh. Its such a quantified world. The place around is obsessed with numbers, positions, marks (Sigh), percentages, scores, runs, goals and so on and so forth. Some people fail to see beyond the scales. A performance is not analyzed, instead it is assessed. Why is the world around such a numbered place? If some one stands first, it simply doesn’t mean that he or she stands above the rest. It just means he or she has done some thing slightly better, but just for that moment.
Life is all a matter of moments. If the moment is yours, then you get into the 1 2 3 thing. And each person has his or her own share of moments too. Its about how well you handle your moments in life, and how much you mature with each experience. Its not about victory or loss, instead about experience. Only an experience can make you more more human, and not quantifying things. A complete human being is one who can handle both victory and loss with equal ease and effort. So, better not bother about who says what on your performance, or who pictures what about you; instead compete with yourself, make more and newer mistakes, and learn more.

P.S. : Some constructive criticism, please. 

Be your judge

Some time ago, I had a very interesting conversation with an acquaintance and it made me think- why is the world around judgmental?

The first meeting with a person makes umpteen questions cross our mind- and judging begins from the moment conversation strikes. Apart from the rebuttal, a lot goes into noticing every detail, spare the judging and the analysis after he or she takes leave. Some look into the life style too, and further, worse turns arrive. Probably, we are getting too nosey as human beings, and too bothered into what is with the other person. When the victim seems to do better at certain aspects, there is the fault finding session. Did some one tell us that we as human beings are a perfect lot??

A life style is what each one has the right to choose. Judging people by the kind of music they listen to, or the kind of books they read, or the kind of people they associate with, is down right stupid. A person’s values need not reflect in his or her tastes, or in his or her opinions, or the choices. We must learn to accept people, rather than assess them. At the end of the day, what matters is the people in one’s life, not the kind of people, or their choices.

Life is a wonderful path laid in front of each one of us. Whether we choose to walk, follow, run, skip, hop, jump or sprint is in our hands. It is better not to waste time looking into what the other person does and how, but it’s good to do it along side some one.

P. S.: Sorry if the write up was bad. L

I- Me- Myself

This post is put into words through a human process, with (strictly) no intentions.

‘Self’ seems to be a very irking concept these days. Poor beings fail to differentiate between being oneself, and being obsessed with oneself. In a social gathering, one gets to notice a bunch of such a kind everywhere. There is the self made compulsive nerd in a class room, the over reacting enthusiastic employee, and so on. Its high time these creatures realized that other beings exist, and are equally worthy too. This bunch of muggles just wants to get noticed, and get attention too. It’s the worst thing ever when that nerd kid gets more than what it deserves, curbing the rest of their shares too. There are days when your fingers just go like that, trying to just hold your Nerdy back, but you know you can’t do any thing about it, and just have to keep mum.

So whats with this whole ‘self’ thing? Up bringing might be the reason, I tell myself and chill. How do such thoughts or self made assumptions creep into an almost similar structured human brain? Putting deep thinking aside, let’s get to the point. Its part up bringing and part self made assumptions. It would be really high time such self obsessed gits got one big ting-ting on their heads so as to open their eyes wide, and realize that the others existed too. And by the time that time came about, there would be another bunch of losers giving another head ache. Duh. Human beings. J

Kya Kama(a)l Hai!!

So here are a few words for the unsung hero of Cinema, the man who can make one just drop a jaw in awe for a professional cinema lover, and so on and so forth—Kamal Hassan.

Kamal is no star, I repeat, Kamal is no star. He is an actor, a seasoned actor, who doesn’t give a damn to what his ‘contemporaries’ do- market oneself or endorse a brand. Never would one have noticed him in a commercial advertisement for a product; and if my memory is to be trusted, it’s just for causes that he stands by. His fan clubs have been made as welfare clubs, he doesn’t flaunt his brand new automobile, nay his filthy expensive mobile phone. Each of his expressions is a reason to celebrate. He goes to the extent of tweezing each tiny muscle of his face to show what he means. His eyes can emote poetry. And I am writing no romantic story here!

Kamal is one thorough pro. He can essay any role with ease- be it the sharp n sensible police officer in Vettaiyadu Vilaiyadu, or the devoted tiny tot in Kalathur Kannamma, or the philosophical man in Anbe Sivam, the list is endless. Each and every movie of his only leaves your jaws wider apart. And whats more, he can croon, he can take a jig, move his body as though made of rubber, and what not.

All of us always expect some thing at the end of the day for what we do. Even if we hate to admit it, we do it. That way, for this man, I don’t know what will be enough. I might sound exaggerating due to the fact that I am a fan of him, and sorry for that.

P.S: My first attempt at writing on a celebrity, so sorry if my writing let you down. Wish me better luck next time, please.

How deep?

A colleague of mine had recently gone in for a ‘Hair Iron’. (??!!). God! All that I thought was ‘Iron’ was a term associated with setting right creases in cotton fabrics. And now, it is about doing that to your keratin-melanin strands. I am just hoping that God doesn’t end up weeping for this. Eye brow pruning is like the order of the day. I would be termed a misfit to those who are into it. A pair of short hairs to prevent sweat into your eyes are being tweezed and clipped and what not. Will this even matter when it comes what all one means as a person and what life means, at the outset? Why is there an obsession with looks? Does the human race need it? And a few of them call it ‘grooming’. This quest for that much ‘groomed’ look makes one at times end up like a plastic doll. A face that is the very index of human emotions ends up looking like a painting on the wall. And thanks to media, ‘stars’ are on a roll for their fake looks. They would do better business if they replaced the statues at Tussauds. 

Some people take immense pleasure in flaunting their ‘looks’. And some seriously have a problem in complimenting another person. Probably I am seeing more of this as I am amidst people who tend to be self obsessed and image conscious at a certain age; or because I am not like them. Life is a multi faceted four lettered word. It stands for the virtues and principles one upholds. And hopefully not for the iron and wash that goes into it.  I only hope there will be a change in mentality among such people, and they will start seeing the world with a better conception of things. And they say that beauty is skin deep. If people could give a second thought, there would be enough conservation of energy, time and money.

Zoobi Doobi.. :)

Long time since I came by, I guess. With loads of things happening around, got lots to go Zoobi doobi about. :D. Aamir's 3 Idiots is going great. Thank goodness at least some one had the heart to portray the hell around Indian Engineering. Duh. Thank Aamir. (Although 'm a die hard SRKian). 'm now joining the list of people taken over by the idiots. One look at the trailer, and I was like, Aamir and Madhavan trying to be 17?? No!! And screen adaptations of books dont work that well. Rajkumar Hirani made that a joyful ride with his apt adaptations. And the movie finally came out. I dint bother about the part if Aamir or Madhavan looked 17 or not, they are just themselves on screen. Rancho is that kind of a guy all of us would like to have around us. Live life Rancho style, and that would mean life, I thought. But Rancho says, live life your style, and that would mean living. The movie is a hilarious joy ride, that wakes us up, just to tell us, "Follow your dreams, and only yours." Follow not the crowd. This is definitely a message for all of us. Its nothing new, but it does matter and mean a lot to us. Kudos to Kareena, as the nerdy medico and as the professor's daughter, she has done a wonderful job. And has doubled as Rancho's sweet heart too. Nice pair, different one and a good relief from Bollywood's romance-is-always-in-the-air-and-is-a-magical-feeling concept. The love story part is realistic for a change. It is acceptable. And yeah, not to forget the Zoobi doobi part. Lol.
Every college has its share of ViruS. Professors who are such a pain in the neck do exist. They need a special screening of the movie. There will be a huge sigh of relief across the nation. 3 idiots might seem to be a regular Bollywood movie to some, but the message is well said in a manner with the times. Madhavan seems to be maintaining a low profile, except for his narrating thats nice, and all of a sudden he sweeps you off with the scene where he convinces his father. Uh! He makes your jaws drop in awe, and you stand there. Lovely one. Sharman Joshi does a neat job, as the lower middle class guy, shouldering the family's financial burden as an up and coming Engineer in the making. Omi Vaidya aka Silencer is the ultimate nerd in every college. He deserves a pat on the back for his acting. Yawn.. Wake up if my writing put you to sleep!! Sorry.
So, not knowing how to wrap up, I say All Izz Well, and you get another chance to grow up once again, from millimeter to centimeter. Thanks for reading. Zoobi doobi zoobi doobi.. :)