Unspoken Verses

You should speak your truth But do it gently And if you're unable to speak it gently Then you may speak it harshly But speak it harshly rarely And if you find yourself speaking it harshly often Then know it's not THE truth But if you find that you must speak a lie Speak the lie But speak it truthfully And if you find you must speak harshly often Then speak harshly often, gently I packed the good into the bad, The sense into the non sense Some truth into the lies A little gentleness into the harshness And God into the man And wrapped it up and gave it to you as a gift Don't entangle yourself in the wrapping Unwrap it. Find your gift

Delusions as a concept exists because reality is supposedly shared. Because we have an idea of shared reality, we have the idea of delusions, and when people's realities go beyond or away from the shared reality, we call them delusions. And yet, how you go beyond shared realities is a very interesting topic in itself. On the one hand, there are the people who are creating their own realities everyday. Something made up out of the mind. And since that has happened, they are seeing something that no-one else is able to see, so the delusion seems obvious. On the other hand, there are the people who are able to see things others aren't. The very fundamental qualification of a leader is their ability to see. To perceive a possibility and visualize a path to it that others cannot. A leader is able to see the details of a possibility that others can't. An artist is able to see a picture in great detail in their mind, before they ever put it on paper. Don't get me wrong...

What's the difference between a fire and the sun I ask? Maybe just the size of the task? The scale at which they operate? The basis of life to exist and procreate? But every night the sun goes, and leaves just a pale moon's reflection behind In the desert, on a cold winter night, it's the fire that sustains your kind. Did I just try to negate the basis of a phenomenon to satisfy a little fire? But I say why bow to the sun and ignore the fire? The tiny fire is an expression of the sun near you. Just like Him, burning itself away to sustain you, indiscriminate warm and bright He might light up the sky, but he lights up the night What to do poor guy only gets to eat coal and wood, Smoking and puffing,  because that's all gather you could And yes, he's not big enough to warm you from a million miles away But he's yours to keep, whenever, wherever, night or day. What meaning has size or scale? In an infinite abyss anyway But that's not really it isn't it It...

So here's the thing. I've lost it. The writing-ability. And while earlier for the longest time I orchestrated the content of the blog for an audience, partly because I didn't wanna reveal all of me in these posts, cuz a whole bunch of people who knew me read this (almost exclusively :P ), I feel like I've reached a point where I really couldn't give a tiny rat's ass about creating impressions anymore. So this is my space. I can't do humour the way I used to, in that brilliant way, so I'll just be boring and self-centered, cuz well, hey, I don't think I'm writing for an audience. Not anymore anyhow. The US, is probably a nice country, but you know like they say, no place like home. The technical ability work is heavy duty so I was wondering if anyone out there has any mentally stimulating art? I am super sick of big bang theory, cuz it has nothing interesting to offer, can anyone suggest light and deep interesting stuff with a story th...

First off, I'm a bad blogger. I had thought that I'd be writing more after that blog post, but, then I stalled, and now, it's been almost 10 days since my return from Kazakhstan. Anyway, so about society, it's pretty standard stuff. Except, that more women than men means, the women are out looking for decent guys more than the guys are out, (one of the Russian guys told me about some chicks who were out to get a guy for boyfriends or more - it was interesting to say the least :P ) And, well, we were exotic foreigners to them. And pretty somewhat flirty girls are always interesting. That said, I have a girl and I let that be known, unlike many others who were something completely different there. And yet, it seemed to me that because, the girls were more and the guys in scarcity, the guys were able to be rather dominating! Or maybe that's the culture! Anyway, I recently started a tech blog, and since the audience for this blog and that blog is pretty much a...

So this isn't a typical post which compares the two sexes and/or pits them up against each other, or their behaviour or so. I am a man, and a man's head is all I perceive, then again, there may be no such thing.. maybe it's people of different types. But there are certainly, some gender roles, women have broken out of many, but not men, and I don't think the male ego itself allows them to. So the idea that I'm walking towards is, vulnerability. I think, on their own, alone, single, men do/did not feel many things. There is a shield. You know, like rocks in a vessel of water, you throw it in, it makes a few waves, that bounce back from the vessel, and calm out soon enough. Men, who could be warriors, fighters, because, they had been able to, with the help of anger or sadness be insensitive, or numb to others, to their own pain, to not have compassion, to be, animalistic and fiery and merciless. To numb out their own pain into anger. And yet, inevitably, the wo...

The only fear you need Is fear itself Cuz that's the one That makes you delve Deep, so you never fear my dear, And may you never scared, Be weep.

"WHY" do I not have anything interesting to say anymore? One of the best quotes I've come across in my life is : "Every general statement on life is false. Including this one" It simply says, nothing can be said. And yet something might (i.e. nothing can be said, not even about nothing being able to be said. - did that make any sense to you? Cuz it did to me)

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...

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...

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...

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.

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.

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 ...

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!

[Here's a test if you wanna try] [Read about it here] INTJ - (mine) To outsiders, INTJs may appear to project an aura of "definiteness", of self-confidence. This self-confidence, sometimes mistaken for simple arrogance by the less decisive, is actually of a very specific rather than a general nature; its source lies in the specialized knowledge systems that most INTJs start building at an early age. When it comes to their own areas of expertise -- and INTJs can have several -- they will be able to tell you almost immediately whether or not they can help you, and if so, how. INTJs know what they know, and perhaps still more importantly, they know what they don't know. INTJs are perfectionists, with a seemingly endless capacity for improving upon anything that takes their interest. What prevents them from becoming chronically bogged down in this pursuit of perfection is the pragmatism so characteristic of the type: INTJs apply (often ruthlessly) the criterion "Does...

He stared up at the ceiling of his coffin. There were bricks on his chest. No wonder it was so hard to get up. He closed his eyes some more. Darkness. Comforting and stable. He opened his eyes and with a summon of strength, removed the quilt from his body. Sitting up on his bed, he looked past the dingy walls of his room and peered into the mirror ahead. They called him Wolverine. A nickname coined because of his hair, beard and a largely serious demeanour. He stared at the image in the mirror. Lately, the scars had stopped healing. Must be the cold ... He looked at his knuckles. The holes where the claws had retracted, still visible ... He went and stood in front of the mirror and folded his arms to his chest, with his knuckles facing inwards. His claws shot out. Followed by blood. He retracted. There was pain, but what was more profound, and even enjoyable was the adrenaline. The strong rush of adrenaline. He observed as his body washed out all other thoughts from his head, focussing...