though as much of a sad day it is..(i can see a desolate winter approaching).. i had the pleasure of watching another great movie today- 'In Bruges'.
Sad. really sad.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
hella hellboy!
You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
:Barry Manilow
Listeing agent hellboy and abraham sapian sing that song was orgasmic! and worth watching the film for..
Guiellermo Del Toro...take a bow. Now thats a man to look up to!
(tho my bad luck with super-arse neighbours in the cinema halls continues..woe be me!)
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
:Barry Manilow
Listeing agent hellboy and abraham sapian sing that song was orgasmic! and worth watching the film for..
Guiellermo Del Toro...take a bow. Now thats a man to look up to!
(tho my bad luck with super-arse neighbours in the cinema halls continues..woe be me!)
Friday, October 3, 2008
The nine pointer guide to love
"to forget you i have to think of you and the more i think of you more i fall in love with you....so please tell me to do anything.... anything....i can even hate you but i cant forget you"....-
Ashish R . Goyal
The gentleman who has written this quotilicious quote happens to be my roomate . (no this is not for me!) Well i have always known he's an intense guy but when i saw these lines i was like 'damn'. the thing with guys living with each other is that there's a lot of leg pulling, fist-fighting, bragging, exaggerating, ma-behning..that we rarely express our real feelings and vulnerabilities. Except of course in a state of inebriation which rarely occurs in our case.
the quote set me thinking and i could'nt get it out of my head the entire day. I was trying to make sense out of it. A walk in the rose garden led me to disagree with the entire thing.
Im discovering new definitions of love evryday. But im glad none of them echoes with what my friend has to say.
What i have found out in the past few days:
1) its very easy to fall in love: i used to worry whether i ll ever fall in love or not. well the whole experience was like the first hour of watching Peter Jackson's 'King Kong'. It was totally different from what i had perceived. the tough part in love is: sustainance (that is, if we are talkin abt the classic one-sided thingy). But then..whats to sustain in that case? I dunno..from heron it enters the realm of a paradox, the meaning of which i do not know.
2) I simply forgot what i was about to write. This, my friend is simply old age and not love.
3) Im sure one doesnt have to forget the person one's in love with. I mean..i ve never forgotten about anyone or anything which i ve tried to forget. its like trying to ignore a person by staring at them. ( i tried this with my mathematics question paper once..to disastrous results i might say!)
4) love is definitely a pathological condition: it sends the mind in a tizzy of unprecedented activity..mostly of the fruitless kind where one is genearlly thinking of the loved one, mostly consisting of 'general mish mash' of 'you know this and you know that'.
5) Love is a lot about crossing the bridge: ok..say the side of the bridge where one is standing right now is the beginning of love. One feels agitated, excited, expectant, weird, neurotic, happy, sad, jumpy, frumpy, dizzy, stoned, animated, scootish, Finnish, Polish, Swiss, Nigerian, cosmic, grand, weak, musical, jack black-ish, gandalf-ish, and a lot of other -ishes and dishes which you dont want to eat.
Yeah, the bridge. right. I got carried away . (make that no. 6 u buster- love means getting carried away, swept away..all that jazz!) Yeah. The bridge. the other side of the bridge is the calm, giving, unexpecting, just being state of existance. The tough part is taking that walk across the bridge. Dont ask me why is it tough. Just do it and see for yourself.
7) The most important. love ..
8) is..
9) a total FUCKER!
But that wont stop me, my roomate, my other room mate, samir ahmed sheikh, manveer singh, deepinder singh and so many simple, unsuspecting bozos from falling in love!
Ashish R . Goyal
The gentleman who has written this quotilicious quote happens to be my roomate . (no this is not for me!) Well i have always known he's an intense guy but when i saw these lines i was like 'damn'. the thing with guys living with each other is that there's a lot of leg pulling, fist-fighting, bragging, exaggerating, ma-behning..that we rarely express our real feelings and vulnerabilities. Except of course in a state of inebriation which rarely occurs in our case.
the quote set me thinking and i could'nt get it out of my head the entire day. I was trying to make sense out of it. A walk in the rose garden led me to disagree with the entire thing.
Im discovering new definitions of love evryday. But im glad none of them echoes with what my friend has to say.
What i have found out in the past few days:
1) its very easy to fall in love: i used to worry whether i ll ever fall in love or not. well the whole experience was like the first hour of watching Peter Jackson's 'King Kong'. It was totally different from what i had perceived. the tough part in love is: sustainance (that is, if we are talkin abt the classic one-sided thingy). But then..whats to sustain in that case? I dunno..from heron it enters the realm of a paradox, the meaning of which i do not know.
2) I simply forgot what i was about to write. This, my friend is simply old age and not love.
3) Im sure one doesnt have to forget the person one's in love with. I mean..i ve never forgotten about anyone or anything which i ve tried to forget. its like trying to ignore a person by staring at them. ( i tried this with my mathematics question paper once..to disastrous results i might say!)
4) love is definitely a pathological condition: it sends the mind in a tizzy of unprecedented activity..mostly of the fruitless kind where one is genearlly thinking of the loved one, mostly consisting of 'general mish mash' of 'you know this and you know that'.
5) Love is a lot about crossing the bridge: ok..say the side of the bridge where one is standing right now is the beginning of love. One feels agitated, excited, expectant, weird, neurotic, happy, sad, jumpy, frumpy, dizzy, stoned, animated, scootish, Finnish, Polish, Swiss, Nigerian, cosmic, grand, weak, musical, jack black-ish, gandalf-ish, and a lot of other -ishes and dishes which you dont want to eat.
Yeah, the bridge. right. I got carried away . (make that no. 6 u buster- love means getting carried away, swept away..all that jazz!) Yeah. The bridge. the other side of the bridge is the calm, giving, unexpecting, just being state of existance. The tough part is taking that walk across the bridge. Dont ask me why is it tough. Just do it and see for yourself.
7) The most important. love ..
8) is..
9) a total FUCKER!
But that wont stop me, my roomate, my other room mate, samir ahmed sheikh, manveer singh, deepinder singh and so many simple, unsuspecting bozos from falling in love!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
my new job..
" hey..what you doin nowadays", one of my friends asked me. Its one of those questions which are asked to elicit an 'automated reply question' thingy.
I gave a mystic sigh. "umm..nuthin. you say." No we were not chatting online.
"you asking me what im doin aajkal?" He asked sagely.
i nodded. " well i just got placed in microsoft. Gave my CAT got a 98.9 percentile." A sigh. " will surely miss IIM- B"
"Hmmm...but u did good anyways yaar". I was making an effort to stay calm here.
"I dunno..but hey..what u doin nowadays?"
I was trying to discern sarcasm from the diahorrea of the curious kind. " arre its boring..you wouldnt be interested.."
"I am, I am...bata na..", he insisted.
"well..err..i work in a whine shop". I have absolutely no idea where that came from.
"u mean a liquor shop?" My friend was obviously scandalised. Of course he could't make out what i had intended. At that moment, i was happy that there are no dialogue bubbles in real life. Thank God for homonyms.
"No no. I meant a whine company. I taste whines", i said with a straight face.
"What are you saying man...thats fantastic. Fuck..i ve..i've never met anyone who does that", he stammered. " Do they pay well?"
"Umm..not me..coz i wine a lot". Man..i was proud of myself for coming up with something like that.
"haha..dumb joke actually...no really..why would you whine man? you're funny!" he chuckled.
Now the problem with funny people is- they rarely feel funny themselves. Most of them are genuinely depressed and suffering from some neural disorders. I heard that guy Chaplin used to cry while watching his own movies. Mark Twain, for instance, was heartbroken most of his life. Now im not comparing myself with Mark Twain.. of course 'the twain shall never meet.' (now this, here, right now, was the moment i felt good about myself). My train of thought was suddenly derailed by the following remark:
"How do you actually taste a wine? Like..is it as tough as they make it out to be?"
" not at all..you've just got to feel one with the whine..its said that whine is in the air..as cosmic particles i mean", i shot off to fend that sacndalised look which my last remark elicited. " you just enter a sort of a seance..and then you are the whine..the whine is you...and then you whine!" i closed my eyes and actually went into a semi -seance (i made it a point to add it into my resume in the column 'wildest things i ve done'. this comes right below ' buying an antivirus software')
" Then you say to yourself 'thou shalt not wine about whine' and 'what is the purpose of life if theres no whining'...and..", i opened my eyes to find that my friend was not there anymore.
its Ok. I whine.
I gave a mystic sigh. "umm..nuthin. you say." No we were not chatting online.
"you asking me what im doin aajkal?" He asked sagely.
i nodded. " well i just got placed in microsoft. Gave my CAT got a 98.9 percentile." A sigh. " will surely miss IIM- B"
"Hmmm...but u did good anyways yaar". I was making an effort to stay calm here.
"I dunno..but hey..what u doin nowadays?"
I was trying to discern sarcasm from the diahorrea of the curious kind. " arre its boring..you wouldnt be interested.."
"I am, I am...bata na..", he insisted.
"well..err..i work in a whine shop". I have absolutely no idea where that came from.
"u mean a liquor shop?" My friend was obviously scandalised. Of course he could't make out what i had intended. At that moment, i was happy that there are no dialogue bubbles in real life. Thank God for homonyms.
"No no. I meant a whine company. I taste whines", i said with a straight face.
"What are you saying man...thats fantastic. Fuck..i ve..i've never met anyone who does that", he stammered. " Do they pay well?"
"Umm..not me..coz i wine a lot". Man..i was proud of myself for coming up with something like that.
"haha..dumb joke actually...no really..why would you whine man? you're funny!" he chuckled.
Now the problem with funny people is- they rarely feel funny themselves. Most of them are genuinely depressed and suffering from some neural disorders. I heard that guy Chaplin used to cry while watching his own movies. Mark Twain, for instance, was heartbroken most of his life. Now im not comparing myself with Mark Twain.. of course 'the twain shall never meet.' (now this, here, right now, was the moment i felt good about myself). My train of thought was suddenly derailed by the following remark:
"How do you actually taste a wine? Like..is it as tough as they make it out to be?"
" not at all..you've just got to feel one with the whine..its said that whine is in the air..as cosmic particles i mean", i shot off to fend that sacndalised look which my last remark elicited. " you just enter a sort of a seance..and then you are the whine..the whine is you...and then you whine!" i closed my eyes and actually went into a semi -seance (i made it a point to add it into my resume in the column 'wildest things i ve done'. this comes right below ' buying an antivirus software')
" Then you say to yourself 'thou shalt not wine about whine' and 'what is the purpose of life if theres no whining'...and..", i opened my eyes to find that my friend was not there anymore.
its Ok. I whine.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
is there a meaning?
is there any meaning to it all? a trace of it? duzz it even cause a blip on the cosmic monitor? how wud even that matter?
if theres anyone out there (slogan for SETI) who successfully sees a meaning.. just holler!
what if theres actually no meaning? now we can chose to think either of the two: yes meaning or no meaning.
so duzz that mean that its all what we make it out to be?
is there no tangiible reality?
is it one large blueberry cheese cake?
if theres anyone out there (slogan for SETI) who successfully sees a meaning.. just holler!
what if theres actually no meaning? now we can chose to think either of the two: yes meaning or no meaning.
so duzz that mean that its all what we make it out to be?
is there no tangiible reality?
is it one large blueberry cheese cake?
Thursday, September 25, 2008
promises made to onself..
now help me on this one:
1) what is the shittiest promise that one can make to oneself?
is it:
a) denying yourself cheese
b) denying yourself chocolate
c) going on further and denying yourself the basic neural impulses which largely dominate your cerebellum for most of the day
d) all of the above
e) what the hell
have you ever made a promise to yourself, which, in its moment of conception looks grand and supreme? But when it comes to carrying out the same, it turns out to be a torturous, ball-crunching, strawberry smelling, no-brainer, ball crunching (did i mention it earlier) ordeal! It defies all the rules of the 'here and now' theory, puts the makers of 'kal ho naa ho' to shame and generally creates a sickly feeling in one of the recesses of your stomach.
well..i have made such a promise... and whosoever has the misfortune of reading this..i shall tell you not to do the same and save your intestines a lot of stress.
damn!
1) what is the shittiest promise that one can make to oneself?
is it:
a) denying yourself cheese
b) denying yourself chocolate
c) going on further and denying yourself the basic neural impulses which largely dominate your cerebellum for most of the day
d) all of the above
e) what the hell
have you ever made a promise to yourself, which, in its moment of conception looks grand and supreme? But when it comes to carrying out the same, it turns out to be a torturous, ball-crunching, strawberry smelling, no-brainer, ball crunching (did i mention it earlier) ordeal! It defies all the rules of the 'here and now' theory, puts the makers of 'kal ho naa ho' to shame and generally creates a sickly feeling in one of the recesses of your stomach.
well..i have made such a promise... and whosoever has the misfortune of reading this..i shall tell you not to do the same and save your intestines a lot of stress.
damn!
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