Psychedelic Slippers

found this in a pile of old papers... its not too old... smwer ard 3 years bac i have no words to say to you no blames no accusations just a "thank you" for all the love you brought to me and all the joy in the moments we were for all the words said between us and all the promises of now and forever for the long awaited meets and the dreaded good-byes for the nightlong chats at a distance despised for the longing and anticipation that impatience n my fears ... i have no words to say to you for it all drops down to just two tears

.... this article was in a column in the chicago tribune written by Mary Schmich. got this frm here Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth . Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine. Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but known that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that n

(picked this up from " Like the Flowing river " by Paulo Coelho) A boy was watchin his grandmother write a letter, At one poin, he asked: ' Are you writing a story about what we have done? is it a story about me?' his grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: 'I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.' Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special. 'bu tits just like any other pencil i've ever seen' ' that depends on how you look at things. it has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.' First Quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. we call that hand God, and He always guides according to his will. Second Quality: now and then, i have to stop

i liked this post on the WIMJ blog. its a worth a read esp how she ends the journal entry! http://www.writeinmyjournal.com/2008/12/03/amy-lynn/

i have professed my boredom in this study vacations time n over, today was the limit. i was so bored of sittin wit the books, tat i actually mustered all the patience to watch a muv online! m not the most ethical person on earth, n for my source of movie- entertainment i rely on pirated copies inspired by the toi critic rating of 4 stars, my obvious search was dostana. i found a relatively nice copy.. n i endured hours of buffering til the end of the muv. its like a peculiar karan johar muv... funny in the beginnin, a bit emotional in the middle, still tryin to maintain the humor, n then senti in the end! the muv starts wit a song.. n i kept rewindin it to admire john again n again! the muv is fun to watch, abhi n john got a good chemistry. priyanka is as usual, bt she jus cant get funny at times, n it looks so obvious tat she is tryin too hard. she is more like a glam doll in the muv. she is either laughing, cryin, or huggin someone! (not that there is anything better tat her characte

the video quality isn great, but i like wat they say!

my brains stopped dreaming, it flies stil though. it cant handle being at one place fr long hours..... wish exams werent this dread tat they are! by the end of prep vacs, i hardly remember y i started studin in the first place. i fill my day wit hour long refreshment breaks! (this is one of them.. no marks fr guessing tat). wonder who started this whole examination thing.. reward n penalty crap system! wud we hav not worked, or studied, or pursued things if there were no marks for what we did? like if i wanna read up something, i dont actually bother if m gettin marks for it, people pursue their interests, things tat they like to do wit joy! (unlike me who is presently tryin to search a convinvcing answer fr ma ever-questioning brain) yeah m here by ma choice n al.. bt stil i don want exams! i d read up abt radars if it interested me.. i don need exams fr it.. n id remember tat stuff much better, if i hadn to bother abt scoring!! guess this studin thing is gettin to ma head! i got a ca

by Pablo Neruda, translated by Jodey Bateman A child's foot doesn't know it's a foot yet And it wants to be a butterfly or an apple But then the rocks and pieces of glass, the streets, the stairways and the roads of hard earth keep teaching the foot that it can't fly, that it can't be a round fruit on a branch. Then the child's foot was defeated, it fell in battle, it was a prisoner, condemned to life in a shoe. Little by little without light it got acquainted with the world in its own way without knowing the other imprisoned foot exploring life like a blind man. Those smooth toe nails of quartz in a bunch, got harder, they changed into an opaque substance, into hard horn and the child's little petals were crushed, lost their balance, took the form of a reptile without eyes, with triangular heads like a worm's. And they had callused over, they were covered with tiny lava fields of death, a hardening unasked for. But this blind thing kept going without

very much expected on this day! since the title says it all, i wudn repeat it here. everyone wants to be a part of everything these days. adults want to compete with kids on celebrating children's day for the kid in themselves. kids wanna celebrate valentine's day, when i wonder how many know what a valentine is... it wud come as no surprise if ppl started celebrating fathers day (or mothers day ) prematurely saying someday they wud be parents!!! was watching mtv WASSUp (some youngistan crap tats better than saas bahu dramas) over ma tea break, n tats wat urged me to write. they were celebrating children's day, asking young adults memories of their childhood as a veejay roamed about with a lollystick in his hand on the streets. i was wondering at the street kids who must have been tempted for a lick of that lolly as he roamed about. "HAPPY CHILDREN's " day world.. (mind the quotes) its what the day has become today. many of us mus hav spent bucks on wishing ea

this is what i learned from zurada (one of our neural refernce books): nothing happens in he universe that does not have a sense of either a certain maximum or a minimum. ---- fundamental concept of models of neural systems a cat that once sat on a hot stove will never sit on a hot stove again or on a cold one either--- cat == Single layer perceptron classifier a certain lady claims tat after tasting a cup of tea with milk, she can say which was poured in the cup first... milk or tea. this lady states that even if she sometimes makes mistakes, she is more often right than wrong... lady== multilayer feedforward network (i havent yet figured how!!!) who errs and mends to God himself commends -- why feedback is essential!! the clock upbraids me with a waste of time -- associative memories new opinions are always suspected and usually opposed, without any other reason, but because they are not already common --- the funda behind matching and self-organisation nihul simul inventum est

i spend more tym dreaming during the exams than probably ne other tym in the year! n m sure m nt the only one who does that. like one's brain is programmed to search fr routes to escape away from the subjects. one such random excursion brings me here at this hour jus surfin thru some old snaps tat were lyin on ma ipod. a collection of a few best tyms i have had that hav been captured. ther hav been so many others that can only be stored in pensieves. flashes tat i will some day look bac upon. wonder how many of them will get corrupted tomorrow though... faces disfigured, a scratch here a line ther... blurs.. i prefer looking back at life tat way.as if it were a photo album. lose the words, the sounds, jus the person, n the oh so expressive faces. (words are deceptive.. faces rarely so) whatever be the story behind each person, when it comes to a snap, we alwes try to come up wit the best expressions. happy faces!!! thanks to Nicéphore Niépce (the dude who invented photography) i

prep vacations began a week ago, but for me they start today. i began ma day with ma usual prep vac routine of clearing the mess on ma table! then sorting out all the notes. i realised some notes were missing, i had misplaced them after the internals, or thrown them in places from wher id probably recover them at the end of engg. i have already lost ma syllabus copy, n thats jus an excuse for me to keep the pc on (soft copy of syll) this whole process of organisin myself, n a few phone calls in an attempt to locate notes, n sources of notes consumed over half of ma mornin (round about the time i wud take to read 1/4th of a module) i picked up the microwave book, for the sole reason, that its the tiniest book we have. i barely read through 3 pages of it, when i realised i needed to fix the viruses on ma pc, (jus another reason to surf the net). ma net routine begins with chekin ma gmail, followed ba orkut, then the etc community n blog updates (so u kinda get the picture of how long i h

Long long ago, when the Liliputian army reigned the grassy-lands of Farmagudi..... the foundations of something new were laid in the soils of the plateau.. a plateau notorious for stickin to its traditions!! for the first time the united engicos were divided... friends fought friends, n foes shook hands!!!! War cries echoed in the campus! Spies sneaked outside latched hostel rooms, a word here n another there.. they put together stories frm bits. Each one struggled to juice out their best. There was no alternative to victory!! Winning was all that mattered!! Tandav 2007 (the first intra college cultural festival in GEC)... truly justified aggression!! a dayful of events, of busy feet, of raised voices, of exaggerated emotion! Though only one emerged victorious in the battle, the crux of the event was preserved! Tandav 2007 was a festival... with due importance to all its competition.. it's aim was enjoyment!! a year later.... the plateau shook again with war cries!!! all

there's this guy who seems like god !!!! ur own imperfections highlighted, when u talk to him, you wonder , if he is made up of some unearthly matter !! your senses confused by now, each one struggling to get the max of him! You watch the transforming expressions on his face ; jus when the chant is wearing off, his words transfix u. you want to grab every word, cos he'll giv u some of the most unique combinations of words u've ever heard. He plays with words like one slides candy balls over ones' tongue. He smiles when u expect him to hit u with smtin, n he'll yell at you when u say smtin cute. Its not tat he is averse to compliments, but its like he is never heard them. He will piss u with his non sense , yet when he stops it , u'l b longin for more. With ears plugged to earphones he can hear beyond the music from his cell, Readin a novel hidden under the desk, he stuns you with an answer to random questions thrown in class. When the worlds heate

अजुन माझे चुकले - माकले शब्द तुला टोचत असतील सावलीमध्ये कधी चुकून क्षण ओले भिजवत असतील पाउस म्हणून , वेड्या मनाची समजूत ही , तू घालत असशील मी नसले तरी कधी , चोरून, स्वप्न माझी पाहत असशील नसेन मी , पण हरवलेली प्रीत माझी खरी आहे एक डाव फसला , म्हणून आयुष्यभराची दूरी आहे

picked this up from here A reflection of what people want us to be. We reflect the image of what people want to see, What they need to see. And is it subconscious? Or conscious. Manipulative, maybe. Giving people what they want, And once they turn their back, You’re reflecting another image to someone else. Another side, another hidden side. Is there any truth, to what we do? Or do we make our own truth? We believe in the people we want to believe in. And in return, they show us what we want to see? You can be the nicest person to somebody, And then a total bitch to someone else. We are all but mirrors, Reflecting expectations of who people want us to be.

he he he he this one's fr snaky !!! he he he he n i alwes picture purab as simu in this one he he he he this one's a favourite: (sob sob) ROCK ON!! to alllll frens forever!!!!

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"Life is like topography, Hobbes. There are summits of happiness and success... ...Flat stretches of boring routine... ...And valleys of frustration and failure." -Calvin picked this up from here

was taking ma cousins studies the other day! she was muggin up this poem tat went "Crying only a little bit is no use. You must cry until your pillow is soaked! Then you can get up and laugh. Then you can jump in the shower and splash-splash-splash! Then you can throw open your window and, “Ha ha! ha ha!” And if the people say, “Hey, what’s going on up there?” “Ha ha!” sing back, “Happiness was hiding in the last tear! I wept it! Ha ha!”!!" when i first heard it, i wondered which crazy person wud think of putting a poem like tat in the 5th std text book! thinkin over it now.. it feels right! we speak of controlling emotions, of holding them, holding ourselves, but its more impt to let go sometimes! rightly to cry out til ur pillow is soaked! to sob n yell and to scream like hell.. to pray, to curse, to get it all out of u! we bottle up feelings, till either some day the explode, or lose context. but they stil remain within, cos we keep holdin on to them! tears are not a sign

* ***another poem by pablo neruda! i totally love wat he writes! Don't blame anyone, never complain of anyone or anything Because basically you have made of your life what you wanted. Accept the difficulties of edifying yourself And the worth of starting to correct your character. The triumph of the true man arises from the ashes of his mistakes. Never complain of your loneliness or your luck. Face it with courage and accept it. Somehow, they are the result of your acts and It shows that you'll always win. Don't feel frustrated of your own failures, neither unload them to someone else. Accept yourself now or you'll go on justifying yourself like a child. Remember that any time is good to start And that no time is so good to give up. Don't forget that the cause of your present is your past, As the cause of your future will be your present. Learn from the brave, from the strong, From who doesn't accept situations From who will live in spite of everything. Think l

i hav never acknowledged a relationship as a mistake before.. they say ther's alwes a first time. guess this is it. my mistake has a name..****** it doesn take much to break ppl away frm u. it doesn take much to trust someone, it doesn take much to brk that trust either.. bt ma mistake is nt abt trust, n breaking of trust.. or smtin like tat. its jus simply a mistake. may be mistaken thinking. they say opposites attract. if they are people, i'd rather they wudnt. can two dissimilar people actually have a sensible relationship? my experience was nt in favour of it a fren of mine said to me once.. u knw a relationship is dyin when it becomes more an effort than a relationship. n i spent i guess most of the 3 years (that things lasted betn us) in tryin to keep it alive! no m nt sad abt wat m losing. i held him very precious in ma life, probably cos ppl matter to me a lot.The moments we spent were some of the best i cud ever have. but then we are difft ppl. we cant sustain each oth

this is probably one of ma earliest post(by time i mean). m waiting fr breakfast, n thers stil some 10 minutes left, so i sneaked some tym fr a post. its monday. i had an early mornin.. n a great weekend. (not cos i did smtin great, but jus tat i feel nice abt it now) final year gives u loong weekends. wit fridays fr projects, stil u find lots o tym to spare at the weekend. was jus ponderin at ma ipod then, (durin one of those times, whn i felt i had all the time in the universe at ma disposal!) whats so great abt it? i mean its jus a media player. bt then why is it cooed so much? why is it tat Ipod rings a bell (somewher, i dunno if its head or heart, i can jus hear the ringin). cos its jus tat "a plain simple media player". it doesn giv u too many choices to juggle ard wit. cell phones offlate giv u a music player, a camera, n a kind of pda all within the price of a ipod nano... yet IPODs are still special. (yeah i v read articles abt pros n cons of ipods.. m nt sayin its t

"since the wheel first turned, we have been turned in time to meet its end" a quote i came across on a blog. stumbled on this blog today! real people.. real stories and here's another post worth a read!

we boast abt the world havin changed so much!!!! yet this 16 year ol video is stil relevant....

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers. Thanks to your love a certain fragrance, risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride, so I love you because I know no other way than this: where "I" does not exist, nor "you," So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. -Pablo Neruda

this is another video of Frank warren the guy who started postsectret . i dunno why this project appeals to me so much. jus thought of sharing this video clip http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/world_news_america/7605389.stm

its not late by my standards! m abt to shut my book over a long weekend! final year gives lots o long weekends..m nt writin much of late. the only reason being ma thoughts hav become highly volatile, and its hard to hang on to them ( somethin i hav often heard frm fattu's mouth) yestday marked 5 blasts in delhi. i don much of watch tv, n the continuos relay of the same news over n over was frustratin me. i did all tat was in ma power.. changed the channel. thats wat most ppl around the country must hav probably done, once the news had broken to every home! is it cos delhi is so far away frm wher i live? is it cos i hav never been exposed to such a situ in real life? it all seems so distant. things wil keep happenin, it doesn matter so much as long as it doesn happen to u. say a silent prayer thankin god fr waking us upto another day, thank him fr the wel bein of our near n dear ones. pray fr peace fr those hurt.. n then pull up a sheet n slide into bed! tats all tat we do! how do w

".... Quit-- Dont Quit, Noodles-- Dont Noodles?! You are too concerned with what was and what will be! ther's a sayin --- yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery but today is a gift that is why it is called the present ! " a dialogue from " Kung Fu Panda (2008) "

not everyone in life gets a second chance! n if u suddenly did? second chance ... to rewrite wat u wrote before, ... to make things possible, even ... to make things impossible unfulfilled desires, unsaid words, they alwes keep lurkin at the back of ur mind thers this tiny bag wher we write in chits about things we want to redo! a tiny bag that keeps filling, cos not everyone gets a second chance! i thought things happen in ur life only once.. bt sometimes u r given opportunities to change things, to make a difference. so many times they pass unnoticed! if life gave u a second chance... a chance to undo and redo things, n be someone, somethin u arent today? would u really want it? would u really take it? would u even realise it is?

the video speaks fr itself!

Love creates an "us" without destroying a "me Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired....Robert Frost. Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength while loving someone deeply gives you courage....Lao-Tsu. Love is not a matter of what happens in life. It's a matter of what's happening in your heart....Ken Keyes. Love is a butterfly, which when pursued is just beyond your grasp, but if you will sit down quietly it may alight upon you....Nathaniel Hawthorne. To love is to be vulnerable....C.S. Lewis. When you are in love, life should not be measured by the moments of breath, but by the breath-taking moments....Unknown. The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost....Gilbert Chesterton. ....jus stumbled upon these on a site ( i cant recollect the link)

nothing makes sense some times. even being sensible! y is the heart so difficult to understand. y sometimes we don make sense to ourselves! what is it that confuses us.. the us we are when we are with us, or the us when we are with "we" cn u be right n left at the same time? unless of course u r starin at urself in the mirror. (i guess tats probably the answer to the confusion!)

m a year old bloggar now! bloggin is more than a hobby! its a place wher i reflect n reach out. being this uncommunicative me tat i am...(some ppl wud defer, but i alwes ending up saying things tat i don intend to say)... my blog is a voice tat others seldom hear! thanks to al who have inspired ma posts! thanks to al those who read ma blog, n pop a comment or two!! thanks to life!!!!

AFFIRMATION I believe the sun should never set upon an argument I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality I believe that trust is more important than monogamy I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul I believe that family is worth more than money or gold I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires I believe in Karma what

ye daulat bhi lelo, ye shohrat bhi lelo bhale loot lo mujhse meri jawani par lauta do mujhko wo bachpan ka saawan wo kagaz ki kashti , wo baarish ka pani!

smtimes u feel a pain, tat u cant actually place. its actually in the heart, but ur head throbs equally hard.. u lose sensitivity, yet everything around u hurts .. even the bestest times u hav spent! u know something is urs, yet u cant have it.....living in forced denial! its like a revolt within u.. u fight against u.. cos wat denies u maynt b u, bt it relates to u more intimately than probably even u when u deny urself!

this is kinda a delayed post! i was sufferin a bloggers block (when u r somewher betn writin n not writin) Independence is a golden word. cos it makes u feel light. it makes u feel free. it is formed of 2 subsets--- Self-dependence ..ur dependence on urself, ur abilities and capabilities and Interdependence ... ur dependence on everything u are associated with it on the eve of independence.. Nehru made the notorious "tryst with destiny" "Bliss was it to be alive, but to be young was mere heaven" the precise words that should have led the way for the India of today... its yet to happen though.. i am a proud Indian and everyone here prides in bein a PROUD Indian.. bt is India proud to hav us? are we making our motherland proud? i was recently readin a book titled "India in slow motion" by Mark Tully. an amazing book indeed, cos it speaks the truth! The truth about y India is still moving slowly. the India of today is like a teenager who's jus found his

i belong. . on top of a hillock called farmagudi,amidst the greens lie some 20 odd structures, n more in the making around these. u climb up the hill (u cud as well take a pilot or a taxi, or jus hitch a lift, whichever suits u) , till u reach the gate. The first thing u'd see is a tiny red black structure.. wat we call NESCAFE... its this place wher u'l alwes find ppl (and at night the cows reign, which is evident frm the cakes they leav in abundance). when it was set up, it was alwes an excuse for coffee. but now, (with rising inflation), ppl jus hang around ther, in the hope of finding more company. its a nice place to see people come n go. (which, in my primary years in gec, wud b done at the gado or the parking lot).. i am a regular at the nescafe esp in the evenings. when ur bugged aft pracs, its this one last spot, wher we all sit to crap about things. i wasnt in a mood of crapping today, so for a change, i stood apart, a spectator to the kind of conversations i am usual

i picked this from smwer they can be really useful ;) Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental. I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me. I'll try being nicer if you'll try being smarter. I'm out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message... It might look like I'm doing nothing, but at the cellular level I'm really quite busy At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits. I see you've set aside this special time to

Waiting is probably the toughest thing to do. When you are a minute early at the stop, the bus seems to take forever to come to bay. 60 seconds that would have ordinarily passed for a trifle, (one minute is nothing man!) seem like an eternity when you are waiting. Meghna glanced at the watch on the wall for the 4th time. He should be here now. She walked to the verandah again. It was a mad house down there, Rafiq street had never been a quiet place, or so it seemed to everyone who lived there. It had an odd mixture of residential complexes and commercial structures. It was a concoction of different kinds of economies, surviving and sustaining each other. The hawkers and street vendors' raucous calls battled with the roar of traffic to draw attention of the men on the street. The collared ones saw those on the street with eyes full of contempt, a contempt born from the fact that they needed these lesser men below, so they could be up there in those glimmering air conditioned cubicl

mat poocho yun ki hua hai kya aaj hum chup hain keh de , to kahin kal tum chup na ho jao . why is it easier to open ur heart out to a stranger, to tel them ur deepest darkest secrets while u face jus the opposite when confrontin a near n dear one. its wrong to lie, to deceive, to cheat, but then everyone does it. Krishna said u can speak a lie, if the lie is going to serve a greater good. i dunno wat greater good is, but i knw that the smallest of lies hav ruined many goods. why is it still difficult to alwes speak the truth? i love you. i dont tell u something for your own good. but u wont take it tat way. u'd feel i am deceiving u, or i dont trust u wholly.... n now i knw m in a fix. It doesn matter if i tel u the truth or dont, either way i lose! i dont see any greater good here, so should i tel u or should i not? i find a story for u that serves the purpose.i promise to tel u the truth, at the right time. i choose to live with u, with a lie on my face n a s

The door's wide open he stands tall amidst the mess his hands full of stuff a bunch of red envelopes, a half burnt candle, -a few broken shells i keep staring at him lost for words he thrashes them n walks away i stand still in the hollow he left behind hoping he will turn back even if to say goodbye