Monday, November 16, 2009

bak bak

IF NUS is No Use Studying, then YORK should be Your Only Real Killer :D

I roasted chestnuts today. Three of them. I'm left with 7 now. I shall boil 3 of them. Then I shall decide which way I like better, and do that with the remaining four.

A random thought which came into my head the other night after seeing the frog-princess dance on Episode 13 of SYTYCD Season 6 is that why is the frog always a guy? As in why can't the gal be the ugly one and the handsome prince goes and kisses her and she transforms into a beautiful princess. My explanation is that guys would never be able to look past the physical unattractiveness and would never fall for the frog(ess?) and she would forever be a frog.

Ok ya they have the tortured Cinderella kind of girls whom princes fall for, but it is not the same thing. That is just the male ego being satisfied by being the rescuer.

Am I being too bitter and reading too much into nothing? Probably. It's still early morning for me and I want to lie down and sleep again. But I need to go collect my laundry first.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai

Maut tu ek kavitaa hai,
Mujhse ek kavita ka vada hai, milegi mujhko.
Doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage,
Zard sa chehra liye chaand ufaq tak pahunche,
Din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinaare ke kareeb.
Na andhera na ujaala ho, na abhi raat na din,
Jism jab khatam ho, aur rooh ko jab saans aaye,
Mujhse ek kavita ka waada hai, milegi mujhko.

- Anand

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Why are some conversations so much harder than others?

In this digital age that we live in, where all data can be permanently deleted, it becomes even harder to accept that certain memories cannot be wiped out forever.

Have you ever wondered if the people whom you are jealous of are ever jealous of you?

The worst calamities are those that make us laugh.
- Nabeel in Amreeka

No more diets. I'm sick of diets. This is my body. If you like it, good for you. If you don't, then don't look at me.
- Muna in Amreeka

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Men are from Mars, women are from Venus.

A fundamental difference I've noticed between girls and guys is that girls like to talk about things, why something is the way it is, where things are going, what the other person thinks, etc.

Guys, on the other, tend to avoid such conversations most times. They don't wanna talk about things. They want to leave things the way they are, and assume that they will work themselves out on their own, if they are meant to.

I admit that this has often irked, annoyed and even embarrassed me. It just does not strike me at the time that the conversation that I'm planning in my head may not be the best way to approach a situation.

What a waste of time misunderstandings are!

p.s. Response I got from someone : Not true. Both men and women avoid sensitive subjects, but the subjects that are hard for women are different than the ones for men.

Hmm. Really? Maybe. I really don't know.

Friday, November 6, 2009

A quotation does nothing productive. But it can make you really, really famous.

"I have seen God. He bats at opening slot for India"
- Mathew Hayden

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. A phrase as simple as 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

Taken from an article on iDiva titled 'Since the day you were born':-
"Sometimes we forget that we have had no hand in our birth, we were brought to this life without our consent or knowledge. Our actual birth day was possibly very special and happy for our hopeful parents. But today, XX years later, unless you have turned out to be the genius the world has been waiting for, there is no pressing reason to celebrate the beginning of your life."