Unspoken Verses

If you dislike someone, it doesn't mean that they should change. It doesn't mean, that you have the right to expect them to change either. All it means is that you may hope they change. You cannot demand it. Love2hateU is a new TV show on star world, where, a celebrity gets to meet with his anti-fan(Someone who obsessively hates the celeb) . What it manages to do, is make the anti-fan look like a spiteful lil ass-face, who doesn't have much better to do in life than sit around and pass judgement and criticism while at the same-time not having achieved half as much themselves. When I write a bad review for the Dirty Picture, I understand, and hopefully so does the reader, that, that is my personal opinion. That just because I didn't like it does not imply that its existence is unwarranted( Even when I may say that). And quite blatantly put, my single personal opinion doesn't count. A viewer's opinion is important alright, but only in the masses. It is stupi

So yesterday, we went to watch the newly released movie, The Dirrty Picture, starring Vidya Balan, Naseeruddin Shah, Emraan Hashmi, and wel, I suppose Tushar Kapoor as well (not that I have anything against him, its just his presence is so small, that initially I forgot to mention him). Now, first of all, I'll inform you, that I'm not really much of a movie person. I didn't even want to watch the movie, but I was coerced into it, by a bunch of my friends, who for some reason, known not to mankind(or maybe it is, I'm not sure) wanted to see it. At one point, I was made to watch the trailer, which admittedly incited a certain amount of curiosity. As it happened, we set out towards the Mall with the Hall. Whereas the rest of them had their minds made up for it, I figured, I (and another guy who wasn't interested) would decide there itself if we wanted to waste our time, money, and energy, doing something, we didn't seem to entirely enjoy. When we reached there

Heyall. So I just came back from a Lab Exam right now. You see, I'm doing Engineering in Computer Science right now. And so is possibly half the world. But that's not the point. The point is, that when I am wired in, i.e. if you've put me in an intense time shortage situation with a computer in front of me, and an objective to achieve- in the most efficient possible manner- while at the same time accounting for all the mad-bitch exceptions and variations, I am the biggest asshole on this planet. Don't talk to me, don't talk around me, don't ask me stuff, don't look at me, don't look at my desktop and be confused. because what's going on in my head is like this: aosdfhsdqlakjfhiaoufjlksdhflierhfakjdhfijadlfkh2qpomxeozpfyumnjxehgwfklqw except, in that moment, it makes sense to me. Which is a very hard thing to catch- especially for me. So when my Teaching Assistant, who is basically gonna be the one to evaluate me, asked me, if I t

Baby. Life IS GOOD. You see, the clouds clear away. And come back later. But that's what makes the Sunshine awesomer. Anyhoo, I am here, and I have nothing on my mind. I do have headphones on my head. That's where they're supposed to be na! So latest updates: LIFE-IS-AWESOME-AGAIN dance I was in Delhi for the last week, and obviously, I did my usual LIFE-IS-AWESOME-AGAIN dance. Moreover, I sneaked into the place I'd joined for dance last summer.  And met some of those dance people. That was awesome of course. I got in touch with myself. You know, inner conflict shit getting resolved. Also, Do you watch Scrubs ? Watch it. Its amazing. I am touched by every single episode. That's kinda where I take my life lessons from. It's fairly retarded though. The character I like the most is Dr. Cox. Especially his thing with Jordan too. Anyway, I'm back in Jaipur now. Catch you soon. Lots of cheer to all. PS- I know I haven't done a de

Look Sharp. All he sees is fog, dense white Diffused light, In the jet black night. Open eyes, And useless sight. Inability to see paths, Wrong from right. He does try, But cannot fight. It's mist after all, Dense yet light. Blinding mist, And useless might. Closed eyes, And there he lies; Waiting for a better time.

Recently, I met a couple of my guy friends. The highlight of the meeting, was one of the guys who'd recently started dating a girl, and the big deal was, that it was the dating-your-best friend-life-connect-kinda-deal. You see, most people, who're in a relationship don't realize if its real or not. I mean, to be able to judge, you have to have had experiences, and thus be able to compare. Many people settle for a partner, simply cuz they don't know any better. They don't know how great, truly-great-connect worthy of a relationship really is. And you can't know it, till you have it yourself. Most of the time, most people convince themselves. But with the real deal you don't need to. You just know. No matter what anyone else may think/believe. Truly speaking, its really inexplicable. All you can actually say is, you *know* when it happens. So Guy1 had found the real amazing connect kinda girl. Guy2, was the kind that girls wanted for a friend. And he

Come Thursday, and I along with a few of my friends plan to go to  Bhangarh , Rajasthan. Forts Of Bhangarh Located near the edge of the Sariska Tiger Reserve, Alwar District, it is considered one of the most haunted places in India. Possibly the only place, where staying after dark is banned by the Archaeological Society of India (ASI), a govt organization. What causes us, to tread this treacherous path right after the end of the exams, when it's time to celebrate, I know not. Maybe we're suicidal, cuz the exams are beating us black and blue. Definitely me anyway (on the being beaten, not, suicidal part). But then I figure, the dead couldn't be scarier than the living right? Probably just more unexpected. Or maybe not. Either way, wish me luck. I need it for the exams too.

During swimming lessons, while going from one shore to another, I would paddle for a distance, and as soon as I saw the shore/ end of the swimming pool being within my floating range, I would stop paddling, and wait, as I floated towards the end. There, I could just hang, safe; and regain my strength and energy for another paddle. I'm floating home this weekend.

So you know what the best time to write or read or really even expand your talents and capabilities is? Exam time. Procrastination is defined as the art of the sudden realisation of the significance of various things which, up until that moment hadn't mattered, at a time when they shouldn't matter. courtesy: Hyperbole and a Half The interesting thing about this realisation is that the profoundness and interest generated by it is inversely proportional to their dullness at any other time and directly proportional to the significance of the issue which infact IS of prime importance at that time i.e. P f = I a / (D e ) P f - Procrastination-factor I a -Importance/Urgency of issue avoided (D e ) -Dullness of issue being entertained But by itself, procrastination is an art. It is important to fool the brain into believing that what you're doing at the moment, would qualify as constructive work, otherwise the brain may consciously realise that its being bull-shi

So recently, my parents made us(me and sis) a deal. If we went to the wedding of these unknown people (relatives) and posed as their children (which we are) we'd get free food(cuz mom wasn't cooking anything for us). And we're not ones to turn down free food(as the only other kind was no food) So we took that deal.(cuz we live under their roof so its their rules too) And mom asked me what I was gonna wear. I said jeans( I would have preferred shorts but it was a wedding after all) and floaters( I wanted floaters). So she gave me trousers and shoes to wear. Now normally, I would choose what I want to be dressed in. But since I was goin just for the food, I let her choose which clothes she wanted me to drop it over. Then I combed my hair. ( I normally don't) And she looked me over from head to toe, and decided something was wrong with the way I looked. "Your hair's all wrong... go comb your hair" I ran my fingers through it and frizzled it

Background: My current cellphone's display seems to be fried. So I basically  can't  access anything. Including contacts. Thus, I'm using an old phone for now, which has most of my contacts. On receiving a text from an unknown number Normal People: 1.Send a text saying, "Hey, I lost all my contacts, who is this?" Me: 1.Hook up the phone without the display to my laptop. 2.Use some software to access the contacts on the phone. 3.Search for the new number. 4.Not find it. 5.Send a text saying, "Hey, I lost all my contacts, who is this?"

I'm not that great, But this was just plain awesome. :P So, I completed the month, and I asked the guy what my stipend would be, and he said, "Wel, while I've liked your work, but there's one area that seems to be something of a concern for me, and that is basically your commitment. So while I normally would've paid a guy with your level of commitment something like.. umm one peanut, I'll give you 2." I decided to take my 2 peanuts, and go. But I had a great experience here, and really they were all pretty sweet. With a great office culture, no social hierarchies, and nice levels of professionalism. Maybe its time for me to be the sober sweet guy again. Or maybe I should sort my commitment issues. :P This for now. Ah wel. I'll get there when its necessary.   ;)

That I'm the cocky young intern at a media company, who comes in 3 days a week wearing t-shirts which say stuff like General Alcoholic. Drunk Since 1947. And puts on headphones and listens to music while doing his work. Gee, I think I've turned into an arrogant piece of crap. I think I'll enjoy it while I can. I'm gonna go back to the sober sweet guy soon enough anyway. HATE his guts btw.

So I joined these dance classes. And No, its not gay. Infact I dunno what it is with this word lately. You see there was some marriage talk goin on in the house. And I told my mom, not to ever be forcin marriage or settling down on me. That i'd be livin life on my terms, whatever I choose. And she said alright, just make a good livin, gimme dough, and don't turn gay. And that was exactly when I was like, WTF? But anyway. My ex asked me WHY!!!! would I join dance classes. Then she remembered I was awesome at dance. Now, the kind of dance I do is basically a hip-hop style, with some break dance kinda thing, but havin copied moves off tv, I don't know what it exactly is. What I DO know, is that it does NOT consist of doing hip-rolls, shoulder-rolls, and tip-toe things while wiggling your butt to hey baby hey baby hey, all the boys say.. and hollaback girl, with 50 little class twelfth teenage girls, and 5 class 12th teenage boys. I am certain. What more it does

So, this is day number 2 for me at work. For the uninformed - which is all of you - I just joined an internship at a media company. This is how the interview went: Interviewer Guy Who'd Eventually Be My BOSS: Hey, Sam-writes (Well  actually my real name, and even though all of you pretty much do know it, I just have this obsessive compulsive need to pretend this is an anonymous blog. Please bear with it.) So tell me what really is SW, how do you define SW. Me: * Uhm... whaaaat?* Well, I am what you see, I like to do a lot of diverse things..uhmm..*stare around* , I play the guitar, I play basketball, I breakdance, I love programming..- IGWEBMB: Yea, now, I found that pretty surprising, not many programmers get involved in stuff like that. Me: Yea well, I was always in the middle, I was a cool guy with the nerd people, and a nerd with the cool people. *Seriously Sam? Is that you talkin?* IGWEBMB:*uhmm.. yeaa* alright, so I have a question for you, and we'll see how

In keeping with the current thought [ truth is stranger than fiction ], and a friend's recommendation, I'll share a small episode with you. Now, I'm not completely sure about certain details of the following story. But these are finer details that don't really affect the gist of it. So I'll tell it as I remember being told the story. When I was about 1-3 years old, on my birthday, my mom was baking a cake in the oven. It was a primitive kind of oven, which was basically a broad cylindrical aluminium vessel, in which you could place the cake, and the whole thing would heat up. So we were supposed to stay away during the bake. But suddenly, the lights went out. Although, I guess it wouldn't be that sudden, cuz blackouts were a part of the routine back in those days. The 1-3 year old child, got scared of the dark, and ran to his mom, with outstretched arms, hoping maybe for a hug. But as luck would have it, I ran into the hot oven, which burnt the skin

I have just been inducted into a band right now. I couldn say no, because it was 4th year seniors who approached me. They are under the impression that they are really cool, and have heard a lot of rock music. They even have a name for the band. They've named the band "Jaago". SHIT! *** FYI: We did not end up joining thankfully. But we did do a song for them, the video recording of which will never see the light of the day. Or even a tubelight. Or bulb. Or LED. I'm sorry, I can't help stuff like the last bit.

You've seen me nice You've seen my nice But you pushed too hard Now see my vice, Bitch see my knife All covered in ice All ready to come Take away your life My light is white My dark is black Won't make up for the things you lack Bitch no more slack I'm done with that I would've let pass the 8 chances you had But you came back Sayin you love me That we were meant together to be And stupid me cuz I believed In your sweet words And sincerity But look at me Look in my eyes As I put my dagger through your life and your eyes stay shut expecting steel cut And I advance to induce fear Then, just don't care to come any near.

Him: I love you. Go out with me. Her: I love you too, but I can't date you, because of this reason that I don't know, but which i'll tell you when I know, and it has to be there, otherwise we would be dating right? True reason citation. In my head, that works like: I won't end this sentence in a statement cuz obviously there's a reason for me to not otherwise why wouldn't I? The guy stuck around for 8 rounds of her switching from I'll always love you to I'm over you. I told him he was stupid to stick around after 3. What do you know, truth really IS stranger than fiction. Also, the world is funny. :P

I think its amazing, how your ability to procrastinate is like 93847123746 times more during exams. Thats not a random number, I really mean that the ability to procrastinate increases, ninety three billion eight hundred four seventy one million one hundred twenty three thousand seven hundred and forty six times. I mean seriously. Like right about now, I came up with a random number, spent time trying to figure out what that number was, wrote it in words, and then lied that it wasn't actually random. I mean sometime back, I was so bored, that I decided to search google for google. I kinda hoped it would show a page saying, dude, wth? But it didn't. Google just looked itself up on the internet. Its kinda like goin to a person named bazingadoa: hey bazingadoa, who's bazingadoa? I used that name, cuz its not a very common name. The reason probably being that its not a name. Anyway, I sound high on sugar. I should go and atleast attempt to study. Bye.

As I stood there waiting I thought I was hating But baby oh Baby, I can't never hate thee Because even when you're not there I can't help but care You're a spastic pain Suffocating rain so far from sane a fucking mistake And I convince you, I'm not there That I don't really care And I'll stay away You won't hear my name Cuz even I'm insane Almost love the pain But you should still know That even though we can't go down that lane I'll always care, even when you're not there.

Its so mad sometimes A mix of contradictions Those who live know life's stranger than fiction And in the end it doesn't matter the pain the loss the gain Cuz what does remain are the stories, the feelings the adrenaline the decisions made by you and the decisions that even made you. Cuz in the end you not only live, but survive.

"Why didn't you let me fight it?" (the boggart), said Harry abruptly. Lupin raised his eyebrows. "I would have thought that was obvious, Harry" he said, sounding surprised. Harry, who had expected Lupin to deny that he'd done any such thing, was taken aback. "Why?" he asked again. "Well," said Lupin, frowning slightly, "I assumed that if the boggart faced you, it would assume the shape of Lord Voldemort." Harry stared. Not only was this the last answer he'd expected, but Lupin had said Voldemort's name. The only person Harry had ever heard say the name aloud (apart from himself) was Professor Dumbledore. "Clearly, I was wrong," said Lupin, still frowning at Harry. "But I didn't think it a good idea for Lord Voldemort to materialize in the staffroom. I imagined that people would panic." "I didn't think of Voldemort, " said Harry honestly. "I - I remembered those dementors."

As seen by me.

Haha! :P

When we're young, our assessment of ourselves is, a large part, what others say or think about us. As a consequence of that, we place ourselves at a certain height say x on a measuring scale. That is, we're in mid-air, of an assessment, the basis of which we're not clear about. And without understanding the functioning, and taking a reference level at x, we start to assess further. I think, its important to go all the way down to zero, and build from scratch. Its the only way you know how firmly you're grounded, and its the only way you really appreciate whatever height you reach. I think, its okay to hate yourself a bit for some time sometimes. Thats how you start building better. I have.

Sometimes I wear a fa çade Or I think I do But I'm not certain Cuz believe me you If its even there I've worn it forever And over time, it became me. Enmeshed, not allowing me to see the two entities apart. But maybe thats the beauty Maybe thats the art, Maybe the two entities are no longer apart Now, I call them modes of operation. I'm comfortable in both. One is simple, pure, naive, patient. He feels from the heart, The other's far more wise He's been there from the start Comprehending, rational, guiding and then I realise there are still more. The flirt, the comic, the lover, platonic But the one I like lives above them all, He controls, protects, understands each one. And right now, he's at work healing the one that is simple, pure, naive, patient Cuz he's just been hurt. But, my mind still sees elation. Cuz its not a fa çade thats on display. I am many, occupying one space. The flirt, the comic the lover platonic. Enough of me is always there, and so

Okay, so when I was a kid, like really small and stupid, whenever someone said happy birthday to me, I used to say same to you. Now, It’s all stupid and shit I know, but my theory is that, my brain interpreted it as an inflow of positive wishes, and I probably wanted to reciprocate those wishes. I know that I suck at receiving compliments. I mean, again they're an inflow of positive wishes, and very often the person who compliments, after passing the compliment waits for the reaction. Usually, I respond with some varied and lame version of same to you. But it doesn't work under all situations. Then again, I may go into an explanation of how its not all to my credit, how other factors had a role in the awesomeness you're complimenting, and try to shift around the credit. except, very often it comes off as superficial and sometimes, if put badly enough, arrogance. I may try to be funny and say stuff like, Thats because I'm freakin AWESOME!!!!!!!!!! But that wears off

An inquiry has revealed that the Indian Consulate in Chicago was guilty of a major security lapse while issuing visas to Tahawwur Rana, a Pakistani-Canadian arrested by the FBI for allegedly plotting terror strikes in India and his wife . Haha!

So, the more I meet, the sooner they break up. The only reason the graph pics up at the end is because, number of times we met/meet must be <= Length of the relationship.