Psychedelic Slippers

"Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage -- to move in the opposite direction." "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love." "The only real valuable thing is intuition." "A person starts to live when he can live outside himself." "Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character." "I never think of the future. It comes soon enough." "Sometimes one pays most for the things one gets for nothing." "Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new." "Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds." "Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen." "The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education." "Peace cannot be kept by force.

कधी फूलवावे मनीचे फुलोरे कधी आठवावे पुन्हा त्या क्षणांना जरा धुंद व्हावे ही धुंदी कशाची कळे ना तुला न कळे या जगाला कधी गीत व्हावे चुकल्या रवांचे कधी ताल द्यावे मनीच्या स्वरांना पुन्हा रंगवावे ती ओली नीशाणी जरा सुख द्यावे नीळ्या लोचनांना अरे तू तसा मी अशी भाववेडी कुणी ते टीपावे मुक्या भावनांना स्वये ओढृनी काळी रात्रीची चादर पुन्हा नीजवावे वेड्या मनाला

कागदांच्या फुलान्मध्ये गुलाबाचा गंध शोधते मी उघड्या वाळवंटात पाण्याचा थेंब शोधते मी तुझ्या नसण्याचा अर्थ शोधते मी माझ्या जगण्याचा अर्थ शोधते मी ****************************************** थरथरत्या पापण्यांमध्ये हलके हलके दव्बिन्दू वीरक्त मनाच्या ओलाव्याची एकच अपूर्ण खूण ******************************************* जीत माझी नसली तरी तुझी तरी कुठे आहे डोळ्यांमधून ओघळायला प्रीत तरी कुठे आहे ********************************************* हलक्या पावलांनी तू कधी उतरलीस माझ्या मनी सांग कशा साठवू तुझ्या नाजुक पाउलखुणा

i dunno y i jus adore paulo coelho's writings!!! here's another story or rather an excerpt from a book of his" the Devil n Miss Prym" ***** ( the scene a meeting between St. Savin n Ahab( some local chieftain, mafia kinda)) jus before goin to sleep, Ahab asked St. Savin, " if tonight, the most beautiful prostitute in the village came in here, would you be able to see her as neither beautiful nor seductive?" "No, but i would be able to control myself", the saint replied. " and if i offered u a pile of gold coins to leave your cave in the mountain and come and join us, would you be able to look on that gold and see only pebbles?" "No, but i would be able to control myself" " and if you we re sought by two brothers, one of whom hated you, and the other who saw u as a saint, would u be able to feel the same towards them both?" " it would be very hard, but i would be able to control myself sufficiently to

human nature is one of the most amazin things. you can never predict it!!!(jus like the weather these days!!!) people alwes want to knw wats gonna happen in the future. but when they do get to know it...y the desire to change it to make it more ideal? when you know wid certainty " a something's" gonna happen u start livin in anticipation of that event... anxious if its sad, excited if its good...but then u jus stop living today! its like travellin to some place u r eager to reach. you are so engrossed in thinkin about the destination that u jus forget to enjoy the journey! when most people say they r livin in today, they jus shut their eyes to tomorrow and end up lost. when wat is required is not to shut ur eyes, but to shut ur heart! what is living in today...living in the moment? ....being mesmerised by the stillness or stunned by the chaos? ....drifting with the words or floating in the background score? ....staring at the stars with no thoughts, jus a blank mind

what is it that ends with leaving a place? i havent figured it out yet, but surely it has to be something. i dunno y we do, but once in a while, we jus change residence. i live in a new home now. for a few days before we shifted, i was pretty sceptic if i wud ever be able to associate home with it ( so soon) , but then its ma home now newe. i sat in nostalgia for 2 days thinking about ma old house. it seems like a forever that i hav left behind. i found it quite befuddling to realise how much we associate with objects. everything thats around us...its MY brush, MY pen, MY room, MY coffee mug....""MY HOUSE"".... making them all seemingly irreplacable.. i thought i wud miss my old house a lot. i spent 7 years over there. it was the longest period i had ever lived at one place....wen we were leaving i cud jus wish tat i cud jus hold the whole flat in my arms n say i m not leaving it!!! my old neighbours, my parents, relatives...everyone behaved as if it was our last da

It was around 4 in the evenin....yet when i saw outside it looked as if it was six. black clouds filled the sky!! the first thought in my mind...is this November???? it was pouring torrents!!! it took me jus a blink to realise that paradise was in danger.............POWER FAILURE!!!! i was half way through preparing the kartik n there it was blackout!!! to worsen things... the inverter made its feeble attempts at fighting the dark and gave away. with lots of preparations stil to be done, mother n i scrambled around the house in search of candles! found 2-3 luckily! with a candle in the center of the room we all returned back to our work. dunno wat is it in those candles thats mesmerising. when ma cousin was younger he wud b starin at the flame endlessly. such a tiny thing, one flame...say ard 1 * 1/2 inches, yet it lit up a 6 by 6 m room!!! when i stared out again, aft i was done, it was still dark outside! as if the electricity department was keen on givin an ethnic glint to

आयुष्याचे गूढ़ मला कळो ना कळो आयुष्य मला कळलंय खडतर वाटेवर सोबतीला तुझ्या सावलीला मी धरलय ___________________________ भरुनी वाह्ताना रीतेपन अनोखे वसंतात पुन्हा का वादळाचे झोके ? _________________________ सारे शब्द तुला देऊन मुके मुके माझे जीणे अवघेच गिणत चुक्ल्यावर काय अधीक काय उणे ?

एक उनाड़ काळा ढग उगाच वेडा धावत असतो आसुसलेल्या मनांमध्ये स्वप्न नवे जागवत असतो हीरवे तृण आभाळ पाहून क्षणभर सरसर शहारते रान पाखरू भान हरपून वार्यासंगे लहरते पाना - फुलां - झाङांमध्ये एक अभीनव ताज्वा भरतो पाउस सरला तरी मनाला हाच गारवा हवा वाटतो

Time n tide wait for none....have heard dat been said so many times. one of the most valuable things on earth. everyones forever running short of it, some how most economic theories fail when we try to account for time. yeah its the only thing thats uniform to all ( not the time u hav on earth , but each day) . each one of us jus gets 24 hours more precisely, 23 hours 56 minutes...... n what we do of this tym determines how much more we ll get. the biggest problem in the world today is that each one of us thinks that his or her time is the most important... people think of time as a personal commodity, while its the one thing that u r lent without an expectation for return. 24 hours with every new dawn from the time u r born onwards. we all have a vague plan of how to spend our 24 hours; when we act, react in our day today lives, tis vital to remember this! one should take care that what we do, does not affect this predetermined plans of the others. to value time, is not only to make

Once upon a time, th ere was a bird . He was adorned w it h tw o perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a c reature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him. One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, ant the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admir ed and venerated and celebra ted that bird. But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly. And she felt alone. And she thought: I’m going to set a trap, the next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’ The bird, who was in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in cage. She

शब्दावीना कळावे , मी सांगणार नाही स्वर साधना पुन्हा ती मी साधणार नाही समजे तुला कधी रे , अशब्द प्रीत वाणी डोळ्यांतुनी पहावे , उमजे तुला कहाणी सारे जरी तुझे रे हे शब्द फ़क्त माझे हळुवार भावनांचे ओठांवरील ओझे शब्दावीना कळावे , मी सांगणार नाही शब्दात प्रीत पुन्हा मी बांध्नार नाही

silence is one of the strongest weapon dat cud ever b used... it can hurt u more than a zillion words, torment u, torture u, beyond ones imagination. they say "cold wars" are more deadly than ones on the battlefield. but silence is beautiful...some old chap had said ages ago..." SILENCE is Golden" dunno abt Golden, never been able to associate a color wid silence, but its mysterious n enchanting nevertheless. jus succumb urself to it. Its addictive, its like a whirlpool, or a vortex, it drags u deeper n deeper in it n u fall in love wid it. have u ever tried practising silence. yeah practise absolute silence---silence the voices around u, silence ur thoughts, emotions, brain....u'l know wat i mean if u hav the patience to try it out. trust me u wil hav a great experience. its like startin afresh, with a clean slate. it feels great!!!!! Silence is a fren that will never desert u. the depth of silence reflects the depth ur intellect is able to reach. ur ability to

"when we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. and yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! how is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? LIFE moves very fast. it rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds." "..no one owns netin, everything is an illusion- and that applies to material as well as spiritual things. anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. and if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point in wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine; it's best to live as if today were the first ( or last) day of ma life..." ..............excerpts from the book m on at the moment... 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho

There’s alwes smtin missin in life aint it…..jus read this quote in the paper today… “The irony of life is that no one gets out of it alive” Its been 2 weeks of runnin around for me… the reason being tandav… gec’s first ever intra college fun festival!! It was a lot of fun…all those preparations…running around. Discussions... meetings...arguments…fights (;)) all of it. N at the end a “great event” The satisfaction we felt at the end of the day has no match! All those tiny words of appreciation from all the well-wishers n even those who were nt so much well wishers... the pats on the back frm the professors. M I glad we did it! After the end of it all now gotta get bac to books! Have to!!!!!!!! (Why do we have exams!!??!!) m supposed to be peaceful now wid no immediate worries or deadlines. But m not. There is this restlessness inside, a discomfort, smtin within that says “kuch kami hai “ yaar. These are times that I call pauses. The pause between one task

i have always been an "individualist". i advocate rights of a person as an individual, not on race, religion, sex, nationality, representation etc.. but what's on my mind now, myt sound lyk an exception..though its not. a long time back i had read this article in the newspaper it was this insight into future kind of thing. i don remember much of the things..but broadly it was about predicting how the world with cloning would be. how it would be pocble merely for the females to take over the reproduction, n males would become irrelevant in the society( in a biological perspective). somewher ther was this mention...that there are no males....there are only "superfemales"( he he he..) so our society now divides into females n superfemales...guys please note!!! a woman is "a world" in herself..cos she holds the keys to the world that will be tomorrow. it may b possible to have a world devoid of men, but not without women. men world over need to realise th

…well lets leave the “golden ratio” aside for some time n come to something even more amazing.. Here’s a very interesting question.. “ A man put a pair of rabbits in a place surrounded on all sides by a wall. How many pairs of rabbits can be produced from that pair in a year if it is supposed that every month each pair begets a new pair which from the second month on becomes productive?” Anything familiar? C’mon all you maths freaks…get ur pencil n paper…this shudnt b al that difficult.. If I tell u the person who posed the question the answers gonna b on the tip of ur tongue! Lets play with the problem a little more… Let fn denote the number of pairs of rabbits after n months. The key fact is that the number of rabbits at the end of a month is the number at the beginning of the month plus the number of births produced by the mature pairs: fn = fn 1 + fn 2 The initial conditions are that in the first month there is one pair of rabbits and in the second t

u myt find this interesting...if u gt a litl interest in math Which is the world’s , most interesting number? Put a poll…ther some might say pi, e, ‘i’…gosh there r so many numbers to choose from.. there might be some who wil stand for ‘phi’. Well wats so interesting about this number…lets explore it! One of the easiest way to define phi is ‘phi’= (1+sqrt 5)/2 This gives phi= 1.6180 This is jus an approximation guys…use sci calc n the length of the number increases linearly with the accuracy of ur calc! Well the phrase “golden ratio” comes from the golden rectangle See the figure adjoining The golde n rectangle has a unique property…if we remove a square from it, what remains is a smaller rectangle with the same shape as the original! Equating the aspect ratios gives 1/φ = (φ-1)/1 Observe the equation…it states that the reciprocal φ can be calculated by subtracting from it. Think of another number that has the same prop

" why people gather when others die? why people feel they shud?..." came across this in a book i was readin a few days ago... "...because deep, down we know that all lives intersect, that death doesnt just take someone, it misses someone ele..and in the distance between being taken and being missed.. LIVES are CHANGED." "when lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that u myt hav bn on , when your colleague falls ill, and you dont...we think such things are random .. but there is a balance to it all. one withers, another grows. Birth and death are a part of a whole". cherish the moments u get....may be ur living at somebody else's expense...may be Death jus Missed you..

m standin on a cliff the waves soarin beneath my feet as if to pull them.... to take me away i stare at the sky... u wud say its blue...bt its al grey to me next moment its a canvas n the sea a mirror! someone paints a smile in the sky... ...n d sky smiles down the sea smiles up... ...n the waves carry the smiles to shores! they come to me tooo..... soaring beneath my feet as if ..to pull them..to take me away i smile back... the grey turns orange---yellow--red---pink! the colors mingle wid the air... n the air is ..orange--yellow-red--pink n i breathe in colors .....as de bcum a part of me n breathe out grey .... the waves stil soarin it my feet as if to pull them....to take me away i stare at the sky...again its dark... i wonder wher the grey s gone? i luk down at the waves soarin beneath my feet as if to pull the " GREY " ...to take it " AW AY "

its nt an original...bt kinda liked it!!! It's the end of an era when dreams die, or rather when dreams mutate into nightmares - the goals that I have set seem untenable somehow: either as far as distant planets never to be reached or else so easily achieved that there's shame in claiming them: like stooping to grab a penny someone's dropped in the street. I am trapped in this situation, like a butterfly sandwiched in glass, and my efforts to escape bring myself only pain - I don't know who I am. I see the mirror show a stranger and my own dreams seem alien to me, like foreign implants that cannot belong... sometimes i wish that I was still unborn, a foetal potential who still had a chance, instead of the jaded adult that I have become and if I could turn back time by rewinding the reel before replaying, then perhaps Chaos Theory could trace another path one that may not terminate in such darkness.

Its been some time since my last post…..but I was preoccupied with other matters… Back to ma writin What is the difference between addiction n habit…if any!! The first thing that I turned to for an answer was a dictionary! In the GREAT DICTIONARY (no adjective, the dictionary I refer is itself called the GREAT DICTIONARY…nt oxford, m a bit unorthodox) i found this: ADDICTED is defined as being physically dependant on a certain thing, or, being devoted to a particular interest or activity HABIT was defined as a settled or regular tendency or practice!! This may sound drab, n my reader may wonder what I am heading to, but I have a point to make, n I hope you bear up wid me The definitions above are not complete, what about mental dependence? I come to the crux of the matter now!! SMOKING: is it an addiction or a habit? its not supposed to make u mentally dependent...but then ppl do behave lyk they r aft some tym...lyk i need a cig to think, to relieve ma tension!!

there are some things that are imbibed upon of us from time immemorial....tying a rakhi was just one of them for me until 5 years ago! i never wondered why i had to do it when i was young...n i reckon ne gal would have ever pondered over it;atleast not til they were in their teens!!...(initially i thought it was something i had to do to get a chocolate from my brother widout demandin!) but things changed when my brother had to leave to stay else wher for studies!!i think that was the first tym i felt so bad about not having him around!! thinking it over i thought thus, "we never realise the importance of people when they are with us" its only when they go far n we miss them, that we realise what an integral part of our life they have alwes been..n they shall alwes be!! i wonder how a tiny rakhi can tie up two people in a relationship forever!!!...but miraculously it does!! "Raksha Bandhan" is a celebration of one of the most beautiful relationships in the wo