I'm feelin'
Thursday, February 26, 2004
A day hath come, and it passed;
I did a good deed, expressed my love,
For all that, dividends were a cold welcome;
a warm send off…
Hey There…..
For me it has been a long tiring day. After a long while I finally made time to meet on of my close friend with another close friend. And today also happens to be the birthday of another of my very very close friends, A.
After a great morning of vigorous exercise, good breakfast – My Friend RK came home, we chatted for a while and started of in general direction of another friends place, and in the way, I visited A’s place to wish her happy returns of the day with all my heart, and to my greatest disappointment she was not home.
After a short walk from A’s place, I reached L’s home where RK was already comfortably settled, arriving there a few minutes after dropping me off at A’s place. After talking about thing in general and bitching about people in particular, we left L’s place at a blindingly hot 3:45 in the afternoon, and set out to get some errands done.
Reaching home at 4:45, I was informed by my mother that A had called me and wanted me to call her back, I obliged, and was delighted to hear that she wanted me to come to her place and meet her. Having had a tiring day so far, I said that I would not be able to make it, she hung up disappointed.
After having lunch with RK at 4:45, I dozed till 5:40 when I dropped him at his destination and set out in the general direction of A’s place. After waiting for 10 odd minutes to have a glimpse at her, I finally wish her in person. 5 sporadic minutes of her presence later, Her friends from School, (whom i have never seen in four years of my almost daily meeting with her) arrive with a gift in had, and I am blissfully (though there was a conscious effort to make me feel comfortable, think about that) pushed into the back ground.
Fast forward to 10minutes, I take my leave and start off towards my abode, where I feel that, I have been totally ignored by a friend whom I hold very close to my heart. But then I console myself thinking that, I have done what I rightfully should have done, ad the end result does not matter. Love deeply and passionately, you might get hurt, but that is the only way…. I remember reading those lines. Then I think… oh well… life. And despite all that, I know some where in the recesses of my mind and heart that, she is one of the best friends that I have ever gotten and she is bound to remain that way, for good or for worse…
So, now, that makes me happy, cheerful and to a large extent ecstatic. No reason to feel glum about. And to top it all, though A has not noticed my new set of clothes (which I had saved for the occasion of her birthday), my mother gave me compliment saying that I was looking good, which was truly a rare thing coming for my mother… So, a large positive negating a fairly smaller negative, again that makes me a happier man than I was before…
The End result, T is a happy man.
I’m haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. No kidding.
Love you all.
I do appreciate you patience and interest in another person’s life if you had managed to read so far…..
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I did a good deed, expressed my love,
For all that, dividends were a cold welcome;
a warm send off…
Hey There…..
For me it has been a long tiring day. After a long while I finally made time to meet on of my close friend with another close friend. And today also happens to be the birthday of another of my very very close friends, A.
After a great morning of vigorous exercise, good breakfast – My Friend RK came home, we chatted for a while and started of in general direction of another friends place, and in the way, I visited A’s place to wish her happy returns of the day with all my heart, and to my greatest disappointment she was not home.
After a short walk from A’s place, I reached L’s home where RK was already comfortably settled, arriving there a few minutes after dropping me off at A’s place. After talking about thing in general and bitching about people in particular, we left L’s place at a blindingly hot 3:45 in the afternoon, and set out to get some errands done.
Reaching home at 4:45, I was informed by my mother that A had called me and wanted me to call her back, I obliged, and was delighted to hear that she wanted me to come to her place and meet her. Having had a tiring day so far, I said that I would not be able to make it, she hung up disappointed.
After having lunch with RK at 4:45, I dozed till 5:40 when I dropped him at his destination and set out in the general direction of A’s place. After waiting for 10 odd minutes to have a glimpse at her, I finally wish her in person. 5 sporadic minutes of her presence later, Her friends from School, (whom i have never seen in four years of my almost daily meeting with her) arrive with a gift in had, and I am blissfully (though there was a conscious effort to make me feel comfortable, think about that) pushed into the back ground.
Fast forward to 10minutes, I take my leave and start off towards my abode, where I feel that, I have been totally ignored by a friend whom I hold very close to my heart. But then I console myself thinking that, I have done what I rightfully should have done, ad the end result does not matter. Love deeply and passionately, you might get hurt, but that is the only way…. I remember reading those lines. Then I think… oh well… life. And despite all that, I know some where in the recesses of my mind and heart that, she is one of the best friends that I have ever gotten and she is bound to remain that way, for good or for worse…
So, now, that makes me happy, cheerful and to a large extent ecstatic. No reason to feel glum about. And to top it all, though A has not noticed my new set of clothes (which I had saved for the occasion of her birthday), my mother gave me compliment saying that I was looking good, which was truly a rare thing coming for my mother… So, a large positive negating a fairly smaller negative, again that makes me a happier man than I was before…
The End result, T is a happy man.
I’m haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. No kidding.
Love you all.
I do appreciate you patience and interest in another person’s life if you had managed to read so far…..
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
There is friend of mine, i suppose he is the only guy, in the cyberworld who keeps reading my Blog. I guess that is his way of showing me that He cares. Even without which i would know that he would always be there for his friends.
This is what he sent me after reading the blog. Hats off for the guy, who manages to actually follow all that he has preached every single moment. And that guy is my Pal.
Hello again dude!
I read your blog today. I am glad that you are updating it now. Here is
something you may find interesting.
First a definition of manifesto.
Manifesto \Man`i*fes"to\, n.; pl. Manifestoes. [It. manifesto.
See Manifest, n. & a.]
A public declaration, usually of a prince, sovereign, or
other person claiming large powers, showing his intentions,
or proclaiming his opinions and motives in reference to some
act done or contemplated by him; as, a manifesto declaring
the purpose of a prince to begin war, and explaining his
motives. --Bouvier.
Next dude, is the manifesto that I want my friends (and more precisely
you) to use.
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Our emotional state of choice is ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is
Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is
music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may
be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge
us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not
disillusioned.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel
you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
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Cheer up dude :-)
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This is what he sent me after reading the blog. Hats off for the guy, who manages to actually follow all that he has preached every single moment. And that guy is my Pal.
Hello again dude!
I read your blog today. I am glad that you are updating it now. Here is
something you may find interesting.
First a definition of manifesto.
Manifesto \Man`i*fes"to\, n.; pl. Manifestoes. [It. manifesto.
See Manifest, n. & a.]
A public declaration, usually of a prince, sovereign, or
other person claiming large powers, showing his intentions,
or proclaiming his opinions and motives in reference to some
act done or contemplated by him; as, a manifesto declaring
the purpose of a prince to begin war, and explaining his
motives. --Bouvier.
Next dude, is the manifesto that I want my friends (and more precisely
you) to use.
---------
Our emotional state of choice is ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is
Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is
music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may
be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge
us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not
disillusioned.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel
you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
--------
Cheer up dude :-)
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Why Moms are always right...
"To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power."
~Maya Angelou
My mother's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.
--Buddy Hackett
Anger God – Fear Not, Anger Satan – Fear Even Less, Anger Mother – Run Like Hell
-My Saying
Waking u early in the morning, i realised that, i no longer wanted to got to my workplace. I was sick and tired of looking at the face of that ass of a manager. I have finally decided that i had made a wrong decision and as i have read somewhere the best thing to do in the event of a wrong decision is to correct it, and do it as fast and soon as possible.
Now, I can afford to correct the decision pretty fast. Like say, right now. And well, yet i chose to postpone it, the sole reason being that i am still unsure about able to do anything else and it also effects my psyche.
Moving along in the wagons of this train of thought, i looked out of the window and found my mother giving me that look of understanding and saying with love.. “hey, don't worry. But you should have listened to me when i told you so”.
Yeah. Right. Aaaaaaaaargh. It is so frustrating.
Then there is the case of taking hasty and nasty decisions. Now, I was 21 years old, with all the usual hormones flowing in the blood stream and doing what they do to the mind. Make it take hasty decisions.
It was the time when i was in the final year of my graduation, and i was using my dad's rusty old two wheeler as a mode of transport, and i wanted a bike for myself. I put across the demand in ways that were not so sublte.
My parents finally yielded to the demand and there i was with a brand new bike parked in the drive-way. 6 blissful months and two cities later i realised that more bikes were passing me that what used to do earlier. Then again i realised that, there were a slew of new models with almost twice the power than what my bike had.
As the images of other bikes flashed and zoomed past the minds eye me, there was another image that was moving across in the background and not so fast. Again, it was my mother, with the same look and the same smile.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!
Now, i have finally accepted defeat (there goes my mother again, she always used to tell me to give her a hearing), and i am going to my mother to take a call on what i want to do further.
Now, she says, seriously son, do whatever you feel is right. I will be there for you.
????
Deliverance, anyone ??
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"To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power."
~Maya Angelou
My mother's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.
--Buddy Hackett
Anger God – Fear Not, Anger Satan – Fear Even Less, Anger Mother – Run Like Hell
-My Saying
Waking u early in the morning, i realised that, i no longer wanted to got to my workplace. I was sick and tired of looking at the face of that ass of a manager. I have finally decided that i had made a wrong decision and as i have read somewhere the best thing to do in the event of a wrong decision is to correct it, and do it as fast and soon as possible.
Now, I can afford to correct the decision pretty fast. Like say, right now. And well, yet i chose to postpone it, the sole reason being that i am still unsure about able to do anything else and it also effects my psyche.
Moving along in the wagons of this train of thought, i looked out of the window and found my mother giving me that look of understanding and saying with love.. “hey, don't worry. But you should have listened to me when i told you so”.
Yeah. Right. Aaaaaaaaargh. It is so frustrating.
Then there is the case of taking hasty and nasty decisions. Now, I was 21 years old, with all the usual hormones flowing in the blood stream and doing what they do to the mind. Make it take hasty decisions.
It was the time when i was in the final year of my graduation, and i was using my dad's rusty old two wheeler as a mode of transport, and i wanted a bike for myself. I put across the demand in ways that were not so sublte.
My parents finally yielded to the demand and there i was with a brand new bike parked in the drive-way. 6 blissful months and two cities later i realised that more bikes were passing me that what used to do earlier. Then again i realised that, there were a slew of new models with almost twice the power than what my bike had.
As the images of other bikes flashed and zoomed past the minds eye me, there was another image that was moving across in the background and not so fast. Again, it was my mother, with the same look and the same smile.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarh!
Now, i have finally accepted defeat (there goes my mother again, she always used to tell me to give her a hearing), and i am going to my mother to take a call on what i want to do further.
Now, she says, seriously son, do whatever you feel is right. I will be there for you.
????
Deliverance, anyone ??
