Mood Swings

Yeah, I’m having one of those days again…where I’d wna be away from the world and goofy ass-kissers that dwell in it.

Sometimes I wish no one questioned me about anything.
I don’t want to tell u how I’m doin’? or who I’m doin’? (*wink*) or wt I’m doin’? or whr I am? Or y I am whreva I am?
I don’t want to tell u how my wrkz been? Or how comfortable I am with my books? Or whr I’m gonna stay in Bombay?
Honestly, its not u…its jz the friggin weather thats making life fudge.
Or probably its jz simple ol’ moody me!

Yeah thr I go with the “It’s not u…It’s me” routine.
But no, this time I mean it- it really is me…I guess I’m in those moods again whr everythg pisses me off. One lil’ thing that ticks me off – spoils it for the rest of the jing-bang!

But somehow I know for sure it’s not intentional. Its jz the crazy tick I can’t control – no matter wt I do!
Be it at home or at wrk. Or simply on the roads.

Therez so mucha drama and bullshit if u look around. The weirdness of the govt., the inconsiderate people around, the hostile political parties that have sprung up like wild mushrooms all around – all this makes the place a bit too tacky and depressing.

It’s basically what these assholes do that pisses me off.
I mean – come on – whatz ur friggin’ problem if I wish to light up on the street? U think u’ll get affected by passive smoking????? Tell me this u clown face – what about the rising pollution in the city? Won’t that be affecting your black goddamn polluted lungs??? Y must u be pointing at my cig in condemnation? I fuckin’ well wna smoke up and die…and who the friggin’ hell are u to stop me?

I abso-fuckin’-lutley hate people who meddle in someone else’s business so damn much. And I’m not the one to jz kiss ass to wrk my way thru situations. Its for losers like u to do it. But realistically speakin’ - U can’t be kissin so mucha ass dude! Face it! U’l jz end up an expert ass kisser! Hey, that’s something u can be proud of !

If you could do that you wouldn't be workin at the local mall – u’d be The President.....of the country numb-nuts, not of your local malls!
bah!

Well… ain’t it no wonder that how conveniently people lie about stuff nowadays.
Be it buying a product where the ass-kissin’ salesman would go out & out to praise the quality of the product as if it were the last diamond outta Shylock’s pocket (read: worth every penny) (err…Shylock…don’t u remember him from Merchant of Venice? WTF! What’s the point? No…tell me…what’s the point of u reading this when u haven’t read Shakespeare? Gosh! I didn’t know u really were such a useless piece of flesh…bah)


"Dear Father, teach me how to share your kindness with everyone I meet"
Dear Father, better yet, teach me how to not get pissed off at all of those "fake-nice ass-kissing do-gooders" that I meet. I know they don't act like that all of the time, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO BE THAT CRAPPY ALL OF THE TIME!!!!

Tch Tch Tch…Society!!

It was a friggin’ weird day.
I realized how our society has molded us to think in a certain way; to behave in a certain way; and for Christ’s sake- think in a certain pathetic way!

I happened to spend a few hours one evening catching up with a good old friend last week. We stopped at a donut joint and got talking, as usual. Oh I need to confess – I have my heart set upon that place.

Oh c’mon u creeps…! I’m not eyeing the owner, or his son, or his father! Phew!!!
Freaks like u do it…I simply love donuts!! And for all the losers who haven’t tasted the real Dunkin’ Donuts…don’t u dare talk abt donuts to me….eva!
So yeah this place comes pretty close to Dunkin’ Donuts (of USA). Don’t doubt my taste buds – I know wt I’m sayin’!

Well…so whr was I? oh yeah….there I sat with my friend sippin coffee and relishing the tangy lemon donut….hhmmm…the taste still lingers in ma mouth and makes me feel all tangy again…aaww…this keeps deviating me from wt I really wna say…

Damn! Donuts are enuf to take my attention away from the world.
My friends have given me a title – “the girl who can sell her soul for donuts”. Hey its not untrue! And I love u all (I’m talking to my friends!)

So topics flew like hot pancakes….ohh…pancakes…yyuummm…I used to make ‘em when I was in US…and cakes…and brownies…and…good food!!!

Anywayz…I need to learn to focus on topics being discussed…so we stumbled upon the miseries the incessant rains flooding the city with. And the plight of the “not-as-privileged-as-v-r-“gave the conversation a serious/ emotional touch.

He went on to describe a certain sight he was an audience to on his way that evening. When he was stuck in traffic his eyes fell on a man with bare essentials to cover his lean remains, seeking shelter under a huge tree. He was so struck by the graveness of the situation that he couldn’t take his eyes off him. At a point he wanted to step out of his car and walk up to the man and offer him help – monetary of course, and/or just hear him out.

And as he described that panorama to me, all I could think of was- is my friend gay???

His tone was all mellow and soft, his eyes a lil’ watery and he stopped eating his donut.

Hey I was not eyeing his donut…I’m not too fond of chocolate newayz. And not that I’m not emotional…I do have a heart – a good one at that!

It’s just the way I’ve been looking at boys around me.
None of them – believe me NONE of them have eva spoken about something so heart-touching or overwhelming or penetrating.

Now I don’t mean to compare all the men around but hey I’m sorry if I haven’t come across any sissy! My brother is a brute! (In a good way I mean…he mite jz read this someday…and I don’t want that day to be my last)

So as I looked at him, so moved by the privation of others, I was a lil’ taken aback. I could feel the emotion going thru my friend’s heart – yes a lil’ bit – but at the same time I had my doubts creepin’ in.

Time and time again, we come to rash conclusions about the quandaries of life.
Is this what I really was? Instead of empathizing with him, I doubted his “straight-ness”?!

I for one, taking myself to be a rational thinker, fell in the loop made by society.
We are so raised to think of boys as the tough ones and the girls – sissy!
In this new age, everyone is glee-fully flaunting their softer side. But hey, I’ve neva come across a man who is not afraid to reveal his feminine side.
I appreciate the fact that he is in touch with his emotions.

All I want to say is that, I didn’t think I’d be skeptical about someone’s emotions – esp. a boy’s. But look what the world has done to me!

Beast of Burden

All of us have a baggage, which we carry until our dying day. It helps when you have someone to help you ease the pain of carrying it around. It works wonders to talk it out with your friends rather than piling it in your heart and mind. It’s the soul that gets stressed out.

I fail to understand what exactly are we looking for in life?? Fame? Money? Friends? Support? What exactly?? And how much of it?
You slog your arse off your entire life to earn money, fame, name, acknowledgement…whatever. And the result? Once you bid adieu to this atrocious world no one remembers you. That’s right. No one does. Even if they do – it’s not for long. Your family perhaps keeps you alive in their memories for sometime. But that’s about it. No more. No one.

The truth lies in the fact that life is too short to understand or interpret things and actions. Do what your heart wants to do. Do what your mind tells you to do. If you start finding meaning in everything you do, there perhaps might not be any fun or enthusiasm left. Live in the moment. Live for the moment. You won’t even realize when and how life would pass you by. Make the most use of the opportunities given. Grab them. With both your hands.
Life doesn’t just mean – to be born, to live, to breed, to raise our offspring and finally to die. There’s more to it.
I see myself taking certain decisions under certain situations. But circumstances lead to those decisions. What feels right then might not feel right later. But that does not mean that the decision was wrong. Definitely NOT. Conditions change, and so do the outcomes. I never regret my actions. If I feel I’ve been unwise at a point, I make sure I learn from it. To err is human after all. (And to really goof up things - you need to be an arsehole! Hah!)

Some might agree with me. Some might not. But does it matter to me? – NAHH!

Its like how we all live in “phases”. We might like a certain thing for sometime, and before long, you would be over it. Be it music, food, clothing, and even people. Yeah that’s true. Why are you giving me such a look? Introspect man! Look deep within. Is it not true that a person you wanted to meet everyday, or talk to, seems so ‘out of the league’ after a while? Their talks seem irritating. They are looked upon as critics rather than a friend. We start taking them for granted. And all for the simple fact that the ‘phase’ is over.

We all seem to be chasing something or the other in life. Style, fashion, money, fame, ambitions, dreams, or people. We always seem to like what they have. Be it their money, fame, luxuries, friends or life partner. We might not show it. But not revealing the fact doesn’t imply that it doesn’t exist. It is so simple to explain yet so complex in nature. Yes, the grass is greener on the other side.

Well, I am free to have my opinion and you are welcome to have yours. As long as neither of our opinions hurts the other person, we're good.
Life ain’t all that complex. Look, we are surviving it. Our survival, in itself is the meaning/reason of life.

Life takes a full circle. You ultimately stop from where you began. And the outcome – Zero.

"Make someone's day. Tell them how much you appreciate them"

I’m not sure how this really works. This “appreciation” is known to have had adverse effects on many.
Like – remember the first time you said it to your Mom or Dad…did they not give you the weird / suspecting / funny look and say – “what did you do now?” or “what do you want this time?”
Or the time when you tried “appreciating” your girlfriend. Did she not give you the harsh weird / suspecting / funny (if she’s more of a friend than a “girl friend”) and ask – “who did you cheat with?” or “what you trying to hide from me?”
C’mon people! So much so for showing concern and lau !

I'm not sure if this makes many people's days....unless you're married to them, or engaged, or plain ol’ “committed”, but I'm pretty sure you have to do more than that. Because knowing you expecting women, you're probably not content with this after the first time it's said.
The first time was probably a "well wasn't that sweet".....but if we try to use that one more than once, we'd most likely get a "ok you un-original bastard, where are my roses?"
So my advice would be to time this one right......like in between paychecks, because it's a sure-fire guaranteed ONE TIME feel good phrase. So it's like a life-line, but it needs to be used wisely and very strategically.

Been there…Done that !

Many of us use this phrase…I agree…but how many of those many people have actually lived it ??
Well…I can confidently say that I’ve almost been there…done that.
Yeah yeah hang on…I’ll give u the finer details to criticize too.

Till that blessed day I thought I’d been there…done that. And when I did something more…I realized how not close I was to that phrase.
I had an opportunity to venture out to the market to run an errand.
Wonder why I chose that day to dress up kinda “hot” – black polo neck sweater, awesome fit demins, and my $80 boots from USA !! My chic haircut, vibrant smile and confidence of looking “wow” added the extra spring to my walk. (For those of you, who don’t know the value of Boots for a gal, shame on you!)
A thing to admire – I sure did look great. And if u can’t digest the fact that I really did look “hot”, good for u that u can’t c the finger I’m holding up for u !

So, there I was, with a friend who drove me to the market. He diligently parked his car in the most dingy of all places and me being the smarter of the lot tried to squeeze maself out of the narrow space. (He parked his car a wee bit close to a shady wall and to save him he trouble I agreed to get outta the car without any fuss.)
We went to the mart, did what we were there for and had some really nice coffee (ahhh…that sure felt good – before sadness struck this happy soul).

Once back in the car, both of us smelled something funny. We rolled down the window thinking it was the slimy area that was causing the stink. But the foul smell jz didn’t seem to leave. And driving out a few yards the stench was unbearable. We stopped. Put on the lights to check what was so friggin’ wrong. And yeah. It had to be me !
Unknowingly I had stepped in “poop” that too human poop!
I shrieked!
And so did he.

I did so coz I was in filth. Rather…MY BOOTS seemed ruined. And he shrieked coz his car was spoilt coz of me! Well….at that point I didn’t really care about the car. MY BOOTS WERE IN SHIT !

We immediately stopped near the pavement. I got out jumpin’ high and low tryin to scrape the shit outta my BOOTS. I used a lot of paper to get the filth outta ma prized possessions. Used water. Used mud. Used everything I could to get ‘em clean. I even sprayed it with some really expensive perfume that I usually carry around with me (to use when others “stink”).

Olryt, I’ve been in a lotta mess whole ma life. But this was “new”. This definitely showed me that there’s more to life than just falling around, getting drunk and falling around, playing ball and falling around, walking down the stairs and slipping at the speed of light, and…oh basically being so close to mother earth.

Oh before I forget, I really admire the patience my friend holds. Hats off to u man!! I mean I kept shrieking about my boots as he helped me scrape off the poop; then he cleaned his car; helped me regain my senses.

So yeah…what I’m tryin to say is – don’t just say “been there done that” jz coz it sounds all “cool” & “hip” and makes you sound like a wise ass (or rather a wise crack). Use the words only when u’ve actually “been there – done that”.

Yeah u pea-brain I’m not using it eva again – I mean the phrase!!

As for the boots – the first thing I did when I got home was clean ‘em thoroughly with cloth, let them dry a while before putting Johnson’s baby powder (stop laffin’ shmuck…so what if that’s what I use!) and then spraying some really really expensive cologne in my room and moving my boots in air so that they’d catch the fragrance.

And also at this point I’d like to mention that I did not say “Why Me Lord!??! Why Me?!!”
My mom did that for me. (She went “Why does it have to be u always?”)

No one knowz WHY!
But all I do know now that always wear “high” heels…u neva know when u’d step into deep shit!

Gay Love !

Yeah, so I really want to have a gay friend. Where is the problem in that? Ohh…jz that I haven’t yet come across a gay guy. (*tch*sad)
Or probably I have…but jz didn’t know or couldn’t figure that out. Such are the ways of our society!
Most of the times, what meets the eye is not what the mind says it is. And ends up being what it is not. And the other times, it is what it projects to be, but by that time the mind is so adapted to think otherwise that it doesn’t see what lies in front. But desperately looks for meanings it doesn’t possess.

About having a gay friend…I don’t know why I want one! Probably I’ve seen too much of Will & Grace! But whateva!

I have a couple of really great friends (but not gay) and somewhere in the back of my mind I secretly wish they were. It’s just the ease of being myself with them. Being the way I really am. Saying and doing whatever under the sun. (Stop being such a pervert u jackass).

Every new guy I meet, I look for traits of “gay-ness” in him. Oh…wonder why I never hunted for a lesbian friend! Hhmmm….I shall ponder upon it sometime later.

Or probably its my outlook towards life and people. Some of ‘em are so really lifeless and portray such quintessence of dullness, that I believe I’d be happier off with a gay friend.
Oh just look at Will and Jack. They are what every woman wants. Err…apart from hunks like Brad Pitt and Salman Khan and Rahul Bose for me! (before you say anything against Rahul Bose, remember that I love him a lotttt…and I do have a black belt in Taekwondo…and I will not hesitate a bit to use it on anyone who thinks he’s a smart arse!)

Oh coming back to Will and Jack…hhhmmm…what life! The quirkiness of Jack vs. the foresight of Will; the freshness in the imagination of Jack and the ways of Will to bring him down to reality; the brainwaves of insolent Jack that boldly try abuse Will and his true gay ways, knowing that fact that it will somehow somewhere rebound!

The idiosyncrasies go on!
Who wouldn’t want a gay friend!?!?!?
(Yeah I’m not talking about u jackass! U and your limited needs in life can take a hike!)

Turning a new leaf over !

What the hell is up with vegetarians? Looks like some one got up one fine day and had a brain wave - let’s stop eating meat and look more sickly than someone on the Lindsay Lohan diet or whatever the new rage is.

These people are going to feel a little silly when they're 95, lying in a hospital bed, urinating on themselves, pooping around, immobile and dying of absolutely nothing. As far as I’m concerned, cancer and liver failure are going to have a race to the finish line. But at least I’ll still have my witts about me, instead of losing my mind because I'm 127 years old and have no idea what is going on anymore....but I’m still alive! It's pretty much cheating death, but losing the thumb wrestling match with common sense.

You freaks won't eat anything with a face....but you'll go straight after a HEAD of lettuce, or the EYES of a potato, an EAR of corn.....but nothing with a face.

Let's face it, we're the only species with the ability to laugh, and yet the only species that deserves to be laughed at.
All of us are looking for a direction to take our lives to give it some sort of meaning, but can't you maybe just start playing golf or kidnap some children? Eating leafy greens every meal for the rest of your life is not a BALANCED DIET.

Oh my-tapdancing-god! This is absurd. My McDonalds Double Cheeseburger used to be a vegetarian, and he's not lookin' too healthy right now is he?
Do as they don't......let me know how ya feel......leaf eater..!

Celebrities.....buh duh duh!

(That's suppose to sound "doomsdayish" for all of you newbie’s....it's ok, we can't all have special talents, because then they wouldn't be special anymore and we would all suck....instead of just you sucking.....anyways...)

Btw, this one’s a real winner. Recently I was awed by an article I read on one of the sites. I won’t lie…I have taken inputs from that write-up – but just so that YOU can understand the insane acts of your fellow beings!

So…why exactly do celebrities assume the position of all-wise and all-knowing political/spiritual/cultural advisors? Are you actually trying to tell me that someone...say....some sweet candy arse actor (I don’t want to name her), who finished a degree at Oxford, cross-dressed with an acting career (average, at that) is going to step into the ring of politics and let me know what is right or wrong?

Let me try a few others...um, how about Johnny Depp (dropped out of school at 15), Tim Robbins (1981 graduate of drama, with honors!)

These actors are EXTREMELY convincing! In fact, these folks are such good actors, and so convincing to the public congregation, that even when they ACT like they know something about politics or god knows what, some of you fools actually buy it......the best actors in the world! In fact this is wrong, and if you don't believe me, i'll track you down and kick you in your candid behind for lacking common sense. Believe it or not, YOU are most likely more competent than these people (err…did I just give YOU too much credit...?!?).

Hey, these people can go public with their opinions and share their opinions with the like minded ones. Therefore, vicariously it is their representative voice, no matter how silly/sadistic and/or stupid I think you and they may be. I believe that is everyone's right. However, most of these people have neither education nor the discipline to responsibly go head to head with some of the most educated populace of this fine country. They pretend for a living for god's sake....so don't buy into it you ass, you know more than they do.....

Moving away from that.....what the hell is with everyone getting a giant erection over what is going on with celebrities? I don't understand how anyone could give a shit about some crack-whore in her second marriage is gonna have a kid who is just going to end up in a rehab clinic at 13 anyways. Or some lamer who cannot really decide whether or not he’s in love for the umpteenth time with a dame who’s falling in and out of love in the blink of an eyelid! Is this really what makes your world go around? If so, run out into the busiest intersection near your apartment and see if you can bite the front tire of the biggest bus in oncoming traffic....please. I said please why? Because you HAVE to do it now, coz I asked nicely...!

I get to thinking that people keep track of these jackasses because it makes them feel like they "know" the person, and they're big buddies with them because they're pretty much stalking them without the celeb knowing it. Get bent; you don't know them, and they don't know you. Keep it within your boundaries. If your face looks like an ass, then stick with your assface friends and worry about what THEY are doing with their lives. This will be much more fulfilling, and much less depressing....u moron!

My friend downloaded the Paris Hilton video....alright! He’s human too! But I don't care if she can't figure out which city to start her new nightclub in, because she is a joke, and so are all of the celebrity ass-kissing dreamy wannabe’z in this world. We've glorified the biggest lunatics on the face of the planet. The only thing that is keeping us in existence is that they aren't in power. They like to feel powerful, but they're not smart enough to use power responsibly.....which comes in handy, because all of the faithful followers are following the powerless twits. Which is a wonderful relief......

Too many people are setting unreal standards based on this life that they see from a Hollywood twit. So quit dicking around, and start focussing on something more important kids. Try to change some things for the better instead of being a giant waste of space celebrity-chaser......
I'm tired of givin' u osers "gyaan" for today.......I usually don't do that, but today wasn't too great.....and I have had a big mug of coffee and am sleepless like always....so I have to impart some of my mind kickin’ jolts to lamers like you ! Yeah, U’re Welcome!!

One Lauu !

I've been a victim of circumstantial LOVE (as i prefer to call it) and had the glorious opportunity of having my heart removed and substituted as a "football". Yep and the bugger actually scored! At this point, i request my readers to give me a simultaneous "AWWWW". Thank u.
For a change, let's not sit & bitch & moan about this nasty little feeling of "falling in LOVE" – let’s hit the comic side of it today.

WHY does it make us spend wooping amounts of money on the opposite/same sex? WHY does it make us beat each other up? WHY does it make us beat oursleves up? WHY does it make us cry like babies ? (oh -that's ok if u really are a baby!) And for some poor lost souls, go to the extent of killing themselves or someone else? Who is responsible for this crazy circus?

Some people prefer to drink away the situation. Personally, I wudn't suggest that. Coz u eventually wake up with a hangover, feeling a 100 times more depressed about the whole thing. (I mean losing in love and drinking soo darnn much that your head is in splits! Eeeuuu!!)

The best remedy is to "fuck it" and be in company of your near and dear ones, your friends, or your family members. All u have to do is remember, that the asshole /bitch wasn't good enuf for u. And am sure ur pals would agree and tell you how shitty he/she was to u...and you r better off without him/ her. Don't be a person who wud let himself/herself be taken for granted by that asshole/bitch. Don't be at his/her disposal at the drop of a hat. All they wud do is - stamp ur hat, treat you like a door mat and walk all over your world!

It's true that u just can’t think logically when it comes to yourself. YOU need that angel (read: best friend) to pull u outta that phase. And u really don't have to try so hard.

Well...honestly - Love is a bitch too (yeah -i used to say Life is a bitch -- and then u die..but now even Love has managed to score a position for itself in the game!) Nobody can escape Love. So buckle up and safeguard ur arse. 'Coz its coming to get all of us and kick us whr it hurts the most.

Wondering....

Eva wondered how many voices r there in ur head?? Or in Mike Tyson's head for that matter? Am guessing atleast 15 (of which most r fanged midgets!)
Eva wonder wt crazy people r really like? To them - we appear crazy...rite? The most dull, personality less, boring people think that v r crazy....How crazy is that!
Eva wondered how u gonna end up? (I mean – how u gonna die?) Personally - i don’t wanna be stabbed...I don’t mind being shot -at the age of 90 by my Jealous spouse…
Eva wondered what makes u tick? Or what stops u from ticking? Or what actually makes that ticking sound? Or y just that "ticking" sound?
Eva wondered y the run-on sentences keep running on?
Daiyum!! I gotta stop thinkin’ sometime!

Nothing!!

Hhmmm...So…here I am…tryin to write a blog today - but I have no clue as to what am gonna write...so wteva I write now - read it peacefully - coz i don’t care a rat's arse of what u think!! (woooo....am i super***** or wt!)

No -really - i really don’t care - qhy should I ?!! U no kin o’ mine ! And even if you were…. its a shame you can’t see the finger I’m holdin’ up for you!

Ok now stop distractin’ me from my “nothing-ness”.
K .. so wt do we write about today....(yeah no painful or depressing stuff!)
Oh! I’ll tell u about things I dislike- (yeah howz tht - -so u know what I dislike & hopefully u wont do it if/when you get an opportunity to be with me.)

1) Female Conversation Timing - why do women always talk at the wrong time?? esp. the older ones (no offence to the ladies readin it-- and guys--i know u agree!) Women bloody talk when we are not in the room-- n they would b screaming their lungs out....why can’t they wait till we come into the room! Oh n to top it all - the TV is usually on (on high volume) - life jz can’t get better!

2) Repetitive use of a certain word - Oh yes - this is a big one -- People use words like "wteva", "like", "u know" - bloody so many god damn times...man its silly! There was this gal who came for an interview & used the word "like" sooo bloody many times- man I was like hey – kill me! Kill me ‘like” NOW!! She went on to say - " I am like a very social person. I like to interact with people. I am like - a people's person. Like u know - can talk the talk...like that..." Gosh! blah blah blah!! Oh btw - she was a communications expert or so she said! (Yeah like i care!)

3) People with no Manners - people find subtle pleasure in eating with their mouth open - munching on food loudly -& talk while eating - making all the possible noises one can imagine - sshheeessshhh!! All I wanna say to them is - Eeeeuuuu !! Looo-hooo-zzaaa-herrrr !!!

4) Close talkers - mumblers - all the same. If you have smthg to say - say it out loud--or dont say it at all. Hate it wen u really have to concentrate on their lips to hear wt they r sayin....hey, I’m not deaf and I don’t really want to “read” your fat lips…so be loud & clear!

So there...now u kno what pisses me off! Don’t you dare do ‘em infront of me…coz I know some really fine chops to bring you down baby!

Images...

Why are there so many things in life? Why are there so many abstract questions? Why am I writing this when u all know this? Why does it always rain on me (oh this I think I know…No wait…I don’t). Why does life become miserable after a certain point? Why do we have to make choices in life? Why can’t we get everything that we want?

You see, choices are difficult to make. If a certain thing has a peculiar colour, then it lacks the intricacy. If the object is articulate, then it lacks the luster.
I mean, juz look around. Something is amiss in everything. Look at you to begin with – oh c’mon – u know it too. Either it’s the nose, the eyes, the hair, the eyebrow, the ear, the forehead, the hair inside the nose, anything/everything!! Am not sayin, I’m perfect (but neither am I denying it…)

But We all have an "image" to guard nowadays. May I ask why?? Why should people judge the way someone dresses or has piercingz or tattoos?? Are we living in such a materialistic world, where all such minute things are taken so darn seriously & commented upon, that the personality of the person is overshadowed??

Shouldn’t the deeds of a person be more important than his / her appearance?
Whatever happened to freedom of expression???

Oh Come On' ....

When a person is oppressed by intense and seemingly insoluble moral dilemmas, or when grief on loss of dear ones etch away all the bright colours of life, or where a broken heart brings with it the loss of emotional security, what standards of normalcy of behaviour could be formulated and applied?

Theories of mind with cognate ideas of perception and consciousness encompass a wide range of thoughts, more ontological than epistemological. Theories of mental phenomena are diverse and include the dualist concept- shared by Descartes and Sigmund Freud- of the separateness of the existence of the physical or the material world as distinguished from the non-material world with its existence only spatially and not temporarily.

Another theory stresses the neurological basis of the mental phenomenon by asserting the functional correlation of the neurological arrangements of the brain with mental phenomena.

The behaviourist tradition, on the other hand, interprets all reference to mind and constructs action out of behaviour. Functionalism, however, seems to assert that mind is the logical state of physical systems. But all this seems to put forth a view that suggests, in varying degrees, that the psychometric control over the mind operates at a level not yet fully taught to science.The arcane infallibility of science has not fully pervaded the study of the non-material dimensions of being.

----Daiyum !!!! did u comprehend even a sentence of tht ??? i didn't !!!!i jz wanted to baffle all o u !

"There are two kinds of people: the ones who have to be told, and the ones who figure it out all by themselves" - Tom Clancy

I'm pretty sure there are more than 2 kinds of people.

True, there may be
1) The ones who have to be told, and
2) The ones who figure it out all by themselves......but there are also...
3) The ones who had to be told, but later on when asked to do it again, had to ask again....
4) The ones who were too intoxicated to remember what they were told.....or completely rearrange what they were told..
5) Assholes: Who, no matter how many times you tell them, they won't believe you.

This list is endless.....but I think you get the idea......and if you don't, you are technically a #5~

Caffeine (the love of my life)

I think i'm slowly becoming addicted to coffee......and not even the quality stuff, but the stuff that tastes like pure caffeine/nicotine kinds...and is darker than the mines.

I roll outta bed, fashionably late because I think i'm a big deal.......and i'm really not, it's just that nobody cares if I come and go as I please. And you may go ahead and assume that I set the bar pretty high in the "slacker" category.

I make coffee for maself every day, thrice a day, minimum. And I like it dark and strong and almost as bitter as the bean crushed between the teeth would taste like. Its viscosity is astonishing. And its after taste – simply tongue twisting, arousing the senses, opening the buds (or probably closing them).

(I think I just used a pretty crappy description that only half of you will probably comprehend.....sorry, i'll start swearing more for the sake of you vocabularily challenged people. Happy losa? I shouldn't talk, because I may or may not have just made up the descriptive word "vocabularily" because it sounded neat.....) Ok, shut up, you're getting me off track again.....stop it. Say "sorry" to me right now....anyways...

So, every day, while trying to shake off whatever cranial fog that has overridden my ability to carry out any cognitive thinking, I go and grab a cup of joy. However, I can never find the fine cut-off line of when it is time to STOP DRINKING THE SHIT. I'm going to now show you the comparison of coffee and meth, that has me willingly considering caffeine rehab.

Disclaimer: If you are NOT familiar with "caffeine", it is a bitter alkaloid (C8 H10 N4 O2) and is used as a stimulant......and you're stupid. I'm not laughing, you're laughing, i'm not laughing......

So I gulp down cup number one, early morning…no problemo. So i'm feeling a bit spry at this point, and hell, that one was pretty good. So the obvious effects of #1 are that my eyes widen a bit, feeling a few chills flow through the body. Nothing too distracting.

The thing about cup #1, is that it begins to bring on the urge to #2 in your pants, because caffeine has the tendency to cause "Bowel Motility". And so, the convulsions begin, and I can't stop singing the lyrics to the "Ghost Busters" theme song.And after the wonderful relief…its time for cup #2, by afternoon. Let's see what joy it can bring to me.

So I say to myself, "Darn! This stuff is wonderful, maybe the best thing that's happened to me", and I'd have to agree with me on this one. This cup is REALLY good. So good in fact, that I don't realize that my taste buds have gone into hibernation because the flavor would most likely be like taking a bunch of 5 year old Coco Puffs, crushing them up, rolling a turd in them.....then scraping off the Coco Puffs and putting what's left in your mouth.

Well I need my daily dose (as I like to call it) to keep up with my skills.

Number three, by evening, is where things get crazy. And after the 3rd cup, I jump outta my house with a firm determination to take my neighour’s dog (will explain the concept of “neighbour’s dog” later) for a walk. Or so I’d like to believe. Coz usually it’s him taking me for a walk not vice versa!

So…in the elevator I try to prove how headstrong I am. I attempt to bang my head to the walls of the elevator…which as you can imagine, does me little justice and offers an EXTREMELY slim chance of not having a friggin headache....like 0% chance, which for you mathemagicians, is not a good chance.....and if you're not a mathemagician, just trust me on this one.

So then for the rest of the evening as I walk “half my dog” i'm all strung out and wondering what i'm doing with my life.

Those open ended questions start boppin up. The quest for life begins. The weirdness of things start setting in. I start talking to Michael Clark (half my dog) looking for answers. Seems like I whine more than he does. And his look really baffles me…as if trying to say – “girl u gotta stop jabbering. U giving me a headache!” Honestly, at one point I really thought I heard him say that !

Moral of the story.....everything is ok in moderation....I think it's time for me to stop talking for a little bit.

Sheesshh!!!

I saw a commercial for Final Destination IV.
This struck me odd, because I figured the first time they mentioned that it was THE Final Destination, they knew what the fuck they were talking about. How can you have more than one if it is the "Final" anything?

Let me try to contrast and compare other "Finals" that we are familiar with to prove my point:

1. "You're finally here".....not...."You're finally here for the 4th friggin’ time" (the word "friggin’" makes anything that much cooler and clairvoyant.)

2. "I have a final exam coming up".....not......"I have three finals in this class and then a final final at the end of the fourth trimester, second verse, of ye paragonal googleplex fortnight."---see, the second is such a ridiculous use of "final" that it completely threw off the integrity of the entire conversation....the conversation couldn't even handle it.

SOOOOOOO, as you can clearly see. Final Destination IV!? No thanks mister. You had your finish III FD’s ago and you need to just walk away from the title.......the "Final Title", which you got 3 more of later on down the road............god dammit.

Forgive & Forget...

Isn’t this what all preachers preach? And all teachers teach? Forgive and forget.But can we ever do both? Together?? I mean, forgive AND forget?!

Personally, even if I forgive someone, I can never forget the wrong done to me. Be it in business, or in personal life. Those incidents leave such imprints on my mind, that its hard to erase even a single iota.As I said earlier, I can forgive a person – but not forget the things he/she has done. But then, what’s the point in forgiving I wonder…coz if am not gonna forget anything – it’s gonna pinch me hard every time the incident is mentioned, and I would feel the pain all over again. It’s only for people with really kind souls to do this deed.It’s really hard for a human to Forgive and Forget and move on. Tell me honestly, can and will our present ever forgive and forget our past?

WHY?!?!?!?!?!??!?!

Now, for the moment you've all been waiting for.......it's time to get retarded.

Why do I have to justify every little deed I do? Why is it wrong if I achieve my goals my own way – even if it means waiting a little longer than usual? Why am I desperate to find something before my life is over?Why is there light only at the end of the tunnel? What happened to the guiding light in the middle? Why are we stuck in a world we hate?

Why must my pals who have GFs and BFs suddenly seem different? Why do people stick to their cell phones like leeches? Why do they have less time for greater things in life like- parties, booze, and sleepovers? Why don’t people believe in flirtatious flings? Why does wasting my precious little time and freedom on an egoistic dog, with wild airs, not matter to me? Why do I behave the way I do? Why do people stab in the back?

Why do we live in a hypocritical society, which tries to alienate itself from new concepts, terming them WESTERN? Why are these people the same individuals who tease, molest and rape women? Why do certain individuals think they should tell us what we should so and what not? Why should they think they have a right to govern our lives? Why do we quietly listen to their crap and not raise a voice or simply stick a rusted, metal stick up their backside?Why do some so-called ‘wise’ people tell us what to watch and what not? Why don’t they realize that if they don’t like a particular thing they can surf the channel or turn off the TV or simply shut their God damn eyes?

Why are some people cool and some not? Why doesn’t everyone understand that there is no such thing as cool or uncool, but simply marketing strategies to sell stuff through known faces? Why are people dumb enough to fall for that?Why don’t we have preachers like Cobain anymore? Why can’t we have artists like Floyd, Metallica, ACDC and Ozzy? Why do we have to settle for Limp Bizkit? Why do people think John is more attractive than Brad Pitt? Why is Mallika a loud mouth Queen (who cannot pronounce FIDO properly)?

Why do we have to fall in love with the wrong people (till, of course, the right one’s come along)? Why is life so ironic? Why should my blues encircle my happiness and eventually engulf it? Why does time fly fast when you want it to stop? Why do we all get just 2 seconds of fame?Why is it not funny when it happens to us? Why do we feel no one understands us? Why do we have to be kicked esp. when we are down? Why should bullies push us around?

Why do we have to submit to parental authority?Why is a live-in relationship not acceptable even if I want it? Why do I have to marry within 30 days, be employed and have kids? Why would an arranged marriage with a stranger turn out perfect? Why won’t that unknown someone not turn out to be a psycho?Why do only half the people who read this take my thoughts seriously? Why do the rest wonder about my condition and hope I find solace in asylum? Why should some guys reading this actually perceive me to be interesting in a weird kinda way? Why would I never get to meet them?

Why is the world like this? Why does it suck to be a part of it?Why am I asking such open ended questions????Why would I never find my answers and still continue to live with whatever life I’m endowed with? WHY???