tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134923602011-09-24T03:42:19.893-05:0028112noreply@blogger.comBlogger1221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-22845445463801588652011-09-24T03:29:00.004-05:002011-09-24T03:42:19.903-05:00In the recent years I came across a number of people who were adept at exhibiting their callousness and very proudly announcing their mastery over it !!<div><br /></div><div><span><span>Callous</span></span> - emotionally hardened/ callous indifference to suffering. Cold blooded and indurate to public opinion. Showing our having an insensitive and cruel disregard for others.........</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a feeling that this callousness is in recent times being referred to as 'looking out for self'. What a sick way to defend your own selfishness. </div><div>Be it the shameless attitude of skirting out of a relationship or sending a text to break up or sending an email to call off a business partnership. Be it using the ' i am confused' excuse to flirt around with women and then leave them at altars or championing the cause of being fair weather friend ...... All of it - absolutely all of it is Callous behaviour. </div><div><br /></div><div>Why so callous - I guess life and times have brought us to this point of self centered behaviour. Under the pretext of saving time, saving money or worst of all - saving emotional effort people resort to this kind of behaviour. It's not justified but it is definitely common.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">Next time you come across a callous person don't let them treat you like a door mat - Just give it straight to them . You know sometimes even an inch can topple the load - May be your words could be enough to trigger their conscience (* subjected to availability of one)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;">I for one have decided to tackle it my way. Straight talk helps - or better still when that doesn't help, cut yourself away from that person. You don't deserve the pain, the sadness and the emotional damage that this callous hooligan brings. And if at all you meet one of those self declaring idiots - tell them it's nothing to be proud of. Callous behaviour isn't humane...........infact it takes you far from being HUMAN......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-2284544546380158865?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-52315723861249546222011-04-24T10:47:00.003-05:002011-04-24T10:50:06.982-05:00Random thoughts<div><br /></div><div>I miss your 'Youness'. It's sometimes very hard to put in words what exactly you feel but so easy to just get tuned to those emotions of sadness, longing and desire !!!<div><br /></div><div>Remember a song by Airsupply - </div><div>it goes something like this.................</div><div><br /></div><div>............... and i miss you.....</div><div>like the deserts miss the rain.....</div><div>and i miss you like the foot hills miss the.... hmmmm </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-5231572386124954622?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-10673251808214644332011-04-06T08:00:00.003-05:002011-04-06T08:04:51.259-05:00Lately its been quite a boring life. Work - Home and back to work. Except a few times when i really get to sit back and take time out for myself. Time to do whatever I want to do....hmmm quite rarely.<div><br /></div><div>Anyways on the personal and professional front although life is not treating me that bad, it's quite slow......no glitches but no glories either.</div><div><br /></div><div>Somehow find the advertisements and announcements on social networks quite dumb but then i guess that's just a way for people to get attention / share / vent out or simply be pretentious and self absorbed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to some time off. Pursuing a hobby i have waited long to learn and take up. Pursuing work projects i have longed to take up. Pursuing life goals that I have expected to fall in place ... Basically its an uphill climb and I am not yet geared fully but I am ready to take up the challenge.....</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope all goes well!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-1067325180821464433?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-3067673966112946282010-11-01T00:40:00.002-05:002010-11-01T00:41:17.868-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sometimes the chemistry was really good but then the physics screwed it all up !!!!</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-306767396611294628?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-42064374016006248042010-09-01T05:27:00.003-05:002010-09-01T05:27:53.725-05:00Hope is pretty much like dope. It makes you illusional, delusional and pretty unrealistic but it gives you a high and makes you think you can achieve whatever you want :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-4206437401600624804?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-32889057500302078052010-08-28T10:05:00.007-05:002010-08-28T10:10:36.014-05:00<div style="text-align: center;">Dream.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream?</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream who? Dream what? Dream how?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream when? Dream where? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream can, dream must, dream shall, dream just.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream why?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream may. Dream may not.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream if; dream on........</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-3288905750030207805?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-10809777488045287992010-08-22T00:03:00.007-05:002010-08-26T11:42:47.946-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/THaZRuwtKlI/AAAAAAAAIPw/rL3KViwuCDk/s1600/download.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/THaZRuwtKlI/AAAAAAAAIPw/rL3KViwuCDk/s320/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509759724023523922" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kaise bataayein, kyun tujhko chahe, yaara bataa na paaye. </span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Baatein dilo ki, dekho jo baaki, aankhein tujhe samjhaye. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Milke bhi, hum na mile, tum se na jaane kyun. meelon ke, hai faasle, tum se na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">anjaane, hai silsile, tum se na jaane kyun. sapne hai, palkon tale, tum se na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Nigahon mein dekho meri, jo hai bas gayaaa.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Woh hai milta tumse hubahuu.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ooo, jaane teri aankhein thi ya, baatein thi wajaaa.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hue tum jo dil ki aarzoo... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tum paas ho ke bhi, tum aas ho ke bhiii, ehsaas ho kee bhi, apne nahi... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Aise hain, humko gile, tumse na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meelon ke, hain faasle, tum se na jaane kyun.ooo... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ooo jaane na jaane na jaane na .. aaa tu jaane na .. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Khayalon mein, lakhon baatein yun tu keh gaya... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Bola kuch na tere samne... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ooo, huea na be-gaane bhi tum hoke haar kein... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Dekho tum na mere hi bane. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Afsos hota hai, dil bhi yeh rota hai, sapne sanjota hai, pagla hua... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Soche ye, hum the mile, tumse na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meelon ke, hain faasle, tum se na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Anjaane, hai silsale, tum se na jaane kyun. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sapne hain, palkon tale, tum se na jaane kyun.uuu.... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kaise bataayein, kyun tujhko chahe, yaara bataa na paaye. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Baatein dilo ki, dekho jo baaki, aankhein tujhe samjhaye. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tu jaane naa.. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaane na .. tu jaaaane na...</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">** Courtesy -- the lyricist of Ajab Prem ki gajab kahani </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-1080977748804528799?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158494906627579342010-07-11T10:16:00.000-05:002010-07-11T10:17:00.815-05:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It is the deafening scream of the soul inside of you, the loneliness, the miserable history and thousands of nights spent which all together amount to just deep dark silence of a kind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence when you are accused of things you never did. Silence when you hurt badly but cannot say a word for no one really cares if you hurt or not.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence when there is injustice. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence when you are not given a chance.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence when you are rejected without fair consideration. Injustice again. Silence again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And yes of course the inevitable silence when conversation causes discord between two hearts – for one is ripped open mercilessly to keep a third intact!!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence after the storm has passed, destructed the once beautiful of a life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And then again there is the silence before an impending disaster where we turn our back to an all encompassing grueling battle against time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">However all’s not lost, Silence also accompanies peace. Bliss to have found what let’s you be unperturbed and honest.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Silence to just ‘BE’ is truly silence to me.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115849490662757934?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-38106226276010951342010-06-26T02:58:00.003-05:002010-06-26T03:02:37.496-05:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">A beautiful poster at my school says </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">3<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">0 years from now it won't matter </span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">what shoes you wore, how your hair looked or the jeans you bought.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">What will matter is what you</span> learned <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">and</span> how you used it.</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-3810622627601095134?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1428919619044091032010-06-21T07:16:00.003-05:002010-06-21T07:18:37.346-05:00In search of a soul that gets what you say, when you say nothing at all.<div>In search of a light that prevails through darkness when the solemn night shall fall,</div><div>In search of a kind heart that soothes and heals every wound, be it large or small,</div><div>In search of love that would overcome one and all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not asking for much, just a witness for my life ; our life.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's it</div><div>That's all.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-142891961904409103?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-26211854411142291292009-11-16T11:04:00.002-06:002009-11-16T11:05:39.077-06:00What lights a fire and keeps it burning,<div>what stops a crime and keeps the peace running,</div><div>what waits in silence as the clocks keep turning,</div><div>joys, sorrows, love, hatred, jealousy, justice - surprises life keeps churning </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-2621185441114229129?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-9407539170788087112009-10-03T11:42:00.002-05:002009-10-03T11:51:41.421-05:00It's a new title song I am enjoying from a movie called 'Wake up Sid'.<br />Beautiful wording. Wake up it says - the whole world is asking you to wake up........ <br /><br />The song made me think of the fact that it is quite applicable to so many aspects of society - so many aspects that we are willingly putting away for tomorrow..........<br /><br />Wake up from your deep slumber,<br />wake up from your darn ignorance,<br />wake up and be responsible,<br />wake up and stop being meek and feeble.<br /><br />Wake up for it's not too late,<br />wake up it's obviously your day,<br />wake up cause it's do or die,<br />wake up before the morning rushes by<br /><br />Wake up so you don't complain any more,<br />wake up and make your dreams come true,<br />wake up for thoughts can change into action,<br />wake up for you deserve a life without sanction.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-940753917078808711?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-65782457455086428342009-05-18T12:11:00.000-05:002009-05-18T12:14:43.249-05:00Summer is almost on it's way out and finally i got back to the act of blogging. It feels good to feel the keys of my laptop - and thoughts rushing away to find space on the www world.<br />There is indeed lots of new things to write about but more importantly now it's a new beginning. Finally the real instinct has awaken and i have moved out of this laziness shell that i had forced myself into for some kind of hibernation.<br /><br />Cheers to a new day, a new way!!!<br />Cheers to the life ahead -<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-6578245745508642834?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-91191701453420100512008-07-29T03:55:00.000-05:002008-07-29T03:57:23.131-05:00I didn't push you away my friend. You walked far away and that too really very fast !! RIGHT ???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-9119170145342010051?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-10427901112267489652008-03-17T19:12:00.003-05:002008-03-17T19:35:20.738-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have.....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">one old love she can imagine going back to and one who reminds her how far she has come.<br />A Woman should have............</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">right to be independent but never need to excercise her right unless absolutely necessary</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have..........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">something perfect to wear if she has to be ready in less than an hour</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a youth she's content to leave behind and an old age to gracefully slide into.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a set of screw drivers, a cordless drill and also black lace lingerie</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">one friend who always makes her laugh . and one who lets her cry</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a good piece of advice not previously owned by anyone else in her family</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have.......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A Woman should have............</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a feeling of control over her destiny and an opinion which matters</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know ..... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how to fall in love without losing herself.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how to quit a job, break up with a lover,and confront a friend when needed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Every Woman should know......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">when to try harder, when to stay and when to walk away<br />Every Woman should know......... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents. Every Woman should know........ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that her childhood may not have been perfect but its over and she has a youth that can change.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">what she would and wouldn't do for love or more.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how to live alone even if she doesn't like it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">whom she can trust, whom she can't,and how and why not to take it personally..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know...........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">where to go : be it to her best friend's kitchen table or for a walk in the woods, when her soul needs soothing... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Every Woman should know........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">what she can and can't accomplish in a day...a month...and a year... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">So here's to the all encompassing omniscient woman of tomorrow !!</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">*** This is not entirely original work. I have modified a lot of the ideas but nevertheless thanks to the original author to come up with these ideas.***</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-1042790111226748965?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-5123815983834920452008-03-03T10:04:00.003-06:002008-03-03T10:17:25.786-06:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/R8wkOjxE4jI/AAAAAAAACyM/Qm8FP2q3fHE/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173549904479707698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/R8wkOjxE4jI/AAAAAAAACyM/Qm8FP2q3fHE/s400/friendship.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />If you can read this, you have an inborn talent to decipher complicated structures pertaining to semantics of a language embedded in the ever confusing syntactic scenario !!!!!<br /><br />In simple terms - U ROCK !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-512381598383492045?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-77711389116322790372008-02-28T10:21:00.002-06:002008-02-28T10:28:11.699-06:00"Hope. Pandora brought the jar with the evils and opened it. It was the gods' gift to man, on the outside a beautiful, enticing gift, called the "lucky jar." Then all the evils, those lively, winged beings, flew out of it. Since that time, they roam around and do harm to men by day and night. One single evil had not yet slipped out of the jar. As Zeus had wished, Pandora slammed the top down and it remained inside. So now man has the lucky jar in his house forever and thinks the world of the treasure. It is at his service; he reaches for it when he fancies it. For he does not know that that jar which Pandora brought was the jar of evils, and he takes the remaining evil for the greatest worldly good--it is hope, for Zeus did not want man to throw his life away, no matter how much the other evils might torment him, but rather to go on letting himself be tormented anew. To that end, he gives man hope. In truth, it is the most evil of evils because it prolongs man's torment."<br /> Friedrich Nietzsche<br /> <em>In Human, All Too Human</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-7771138911632279037?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1431216328218763412008-02-15T10:28:00.003-06:002008-02-15T10:30:20.823-06:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Time always gives us the reasons we are looking for. </div><div align="center">I guess we are just too impatient at times and want to find the answers to our WHYs at that moment...but in retrospect I think</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Our greatest loss of the 'past' is the best gain for the 'future' it's just that we do not know that in the 'present'</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-143121632821876341?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-52199311669750399172008-01-09T14:39:00.000-06:002008-01-09T14:41:43.963-06:00<div align="center">Getting it - <em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Difficult</strong></span></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center">Maintaining it - <em><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>More Difficult</strong></span></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Not getting it ???? - <strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Most Difficult of all</span></em>.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-5219931166975039917?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-53435850040337161722007-12-11T23:34:00.000-06:002007-12-11T23:52:11.057-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/R192jcYZXXI/AAAAAAAACiE/ZmjdRRJ8xPo/s1600-h/graduategirl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142959650766413170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/R192jcYZXXI/AAAAAAAACiE/ZmjdRRJ8xPo/s320/graduategirl.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>When Shahrukh says the lines in his latest blockbuster hit ' OM SHANTI OM', one only wonders does his philosophy even make sense. But then may be it's not very credible when you see it on the silver screen but if you read it in a book written by Paulo Cohelo (<em>The Alchemist)</em> one isn't left with much of a choice and is compelled to believe it.</div><br /><div></div><div>Happys Endings goes that dialog. And if the ending isn't happy then the show must go on.</div><div>What more positive thought could you inculcate in someone who isn't seeing a rosy future at the moment. The Alchemist yet again confirms the very same idea. Put differently, it says ' IF you want something badly, like from the bottom of your heart then the whole universe conspires you to get it!' </div><div></div><br /><div>So when you come close to end of the world just walk on...You might never fall off! </div><div> </div><div>Life comes a full circle. So with every end is a new beginning. OR so should be the hope so that lest you fear the unknown future this hope will keep you going. </div><br /><div>Soon the present ought to become the past and the future is nothing but the</div><div>present in the 'to - be' form....</div><br /><div></div><div>Here's to good times that have been and many such good ones to come that are just unknown to us right now !!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-5343585004033716172?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-19363514086139759802007-11-06T10:41:00.000-06:002007-11-06T10:47:20.681-06:00The battle of never more started when you were young, It took full shape by your youth and even in your hey - days you were struggling to win over an unknown enemy.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Call it fate or hardship. A face unknown.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> You were born with the will to survive.<br />The strength to overcome and the power to unleash the undying need to improvise,<br />To reach the ultimate truth.<br />To snatch reprieve from the hands of pain.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Wake up. It's a new day. Go to the mattresses!!!!!<br /><br />Learn , live and laugh!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-1936351408613975980?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-2186754181525883102007-10-25T11:11:00.001-05:002007-10-25T11:16:46.534-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RyDA9qU6RhI/AAAAAAAACK0/UTRil-n2BUg/s1600-h/yellowtree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125308541514171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RyDA9qU6RhI/AAAAAAAACK0/UTRil-n2BUg/s320/yellowtree.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">HEUTE</div><br /><div></div><div align="center">Allein bei dem See, wuensche ich nicht mehr....</div><br /><div align="center">Ohne Sorge diesen Tag erleben, viel lachen und lange atmen.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Alle Wunder der Welt sind doch merksam</div><br /><div align="center">aehnlich bin ich und ueberhaupt nicht einsam.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Die Gelbe, die Rote und auch die junge Gruene</div><br /><div align="center">erholen mich satt bevor ich sterbe</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Einmal, nur dies Mal, darf ich frei sein?</div><br /><div align="center">Pech raus, Ruhe rein !!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-218675418152588310?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-41391515372674121112007-09-24T14:23:00.000-05:002007-09-25T16:29:33.854-05:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RvgToPoF_cI/AAAAAAAABlg/_2T3XO7clWI/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113858958989589954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RvgToPoF_cI/AAAAAAAABlg/_2T3XO7clWI/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> A big applause and the speaker remarked " Make me earn it! " and gestured everyone to have a seat. Unusual as this may seem, yet with the glint of hope and humor in every eye that carefully watched the speaker, one thing remained certain that every minute of this 'last lecture'; as many liked to call it, was going to be worthwhile.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The speaker of the evening was Professor Randy Pausch of Carnegie Mellon University, computer science department.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"> Professor Pausch has three young kids, a loving wife, other family and so many students working with him, learning from him.Professor Pausch, 46, has been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and expects to live just about 3 months.However what makes him a suvivor is his undying spirit. His courage to be realistic. His enthusiasm and his brilliance.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This lecture indeed the last of his life that he officially delivered at Carnegie Mellon. It was more than just an academic sermon. Titled as ' How to achieve your childhood dreams,' this lecture revisited Professor Pauschs' childhood dreams and things he did to make his dreams come true.Although it's impossible to write in this blog every single sentence that he uttered, I'd like to point out a few things that I could garner from his talk.</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Be realistic about your dreams and not just that but be specific. For instance if you dream of floating in zero gravitiy then don't dream of becoming an astronaut...Rather dream of floating in zero gravity. There are umpteen ways to achieve your dream when you are sure of what you really dream of.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Be clear about your fundamentals.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">When you are screwing up and no one is saying anything, that means they gave up !!!!!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted. And treasure it. Experience helps.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">When you are going after your dream and come across brick walls that stop you in your way and make life difficult, refrain from thinking that the walls are made for you. In fact the walls are to help keep out people who don't want the things (your dream) as badly as you want it.So go on, work harder and accomplish.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">At a time you are doing something pioneering in nature, you will get the arrows in the back and be prepared for them.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Be prepared....'Luck' is where preparation meets opportunity. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Learn to discover the 'head fake'. Something like reading between the lines. You won't learn anything unless you make the most of what you experience, whether it is through books, lectures or just life in general</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">Decide if you want to be a Tigger or an Eeyore???</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Tiggers are happy, enthusiastic, hardworking, innovative. Most importantly they bounce back even when they fall down or are pushed. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Eeyores on the other hand are often scared of going that extra mile, trying new things, believe and trust only luck and crib, complain and are parched for pity / sympathy as and when they can get it.......</span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">I most definitely can see a lot of similarities in his speech at Carnegie Mellon and Steve Jobs' speech at a Harvard Commencement (another amazingly inspiring speech).</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">Here's a list of most important pieces of advice that was kind of common to both the speeches that you could possibly use to make your dreams come true!</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;"> Hardwork</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">persistance</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">creative vision</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">apologize when you are wrong</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">be earnest</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">never give up</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">have faith in oneself/ destiny/karma/ intuition </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">learn to discover the 'head fake'<strong><em>.</em></strong></span></p><div align="center"><strong>I think the things that stood out are the real markers of becoming a genius, becoming a pioneer or just simply being a good human that you were meant to be and living up to your potential. </strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-4139151537267412111?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-22046866419513056002007-09-07T15:02:00.000-05:002007-09-07T15:06:13.844-05:00I'm back to the world of blogging. Renewed , rejuvenated and replenished.<br />Was enjoying myself. First submerged in finishing up work and meeting research deadlines and then a long vacation.<br />6 weeks is apparently a very long time.<br />Synopsis of the vacation would be a boring thing for you to read and for me to write.<br />Least of all I can save you this pain.<br /><br />Wondering if I should have a theme to what I write. I guess I will start writing a story. With few characters, an interesting plot that I have in mind. With dialogs. Real episodes like you would experience in everyday life. But then again continuity is important. So i wouldn't possibly persevere in that aspect. Too little time and too much to do.<br /><br />We'll see how it goes.<br />For now I am contended to just get back into the swing of things and read a wonderful book called ' THE TIME TRAVELLER's WIFE'!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-2204686641951305600?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-58954685993006737192007-06-16T17:35:00.000-05:002007-06-16T17:45:23.282-05:00Ah a not so while ago I had decided to blog. To be consistent in my word productivity.<br />Sometimes I wonder why people who blog never do so consistently even if they want to. It is the constant urge to write more, to write better, to write richer.<br />Somehow this uphill climb gets way too steep to keep up with and like the law of diminishing marginal utility suggests, the content derived from writing a good blog goes on achieving the inverted U curve.<br /><br />I experienced a beautiful music concert. Thrilled with the experience there are only a few things that I could rank higher than this happiness. Some long past gone and few yet to come.<br /><br />I experienced peace and silence. Calmness surrounded by white walls. The Bahai Temple. It is interesting how beautiful the world could be if we had one roof to provide shelter to all. No differences, no divides . Just be one!<br /><br />I experienced the joy of being amongst equals. Equals in love, in care, in friendship, in humor, in comfort and above all equals in attempting to make this world a wonderful place for each other to live in.<br /><br />I experienced two days with strangers. Strangers who became aquaintances and then progressed on to be friends. Whether this friendship continues to be deeper and more meaningful is only a question time can attempt to answer but for now I am contended I experienced this rendenzvous with sweet strangers.<br /><br />I experienced emptiness. A quiet vaccumm I felt when it was time to bid goodbye. I don't like to say bye but this time it was even harder, wierder and most importantly uncalled for. Knowing it has been impending on the agenda to say bye, I pretty much could expect it. Predict it or rather even to a certain extent could avoid it. But unfortunately I like to experience. To hurt my heart and then nurse its wounds because I feel this hurt is worth it. I am no judge of human spirit but I think had some others showed this spirit I would find it easier to say goodbye. But alas, gems are rare and that is why so valuable.<br /><br />I experienced a change. A change in attitude. In life and somewhat even in my luck.<br />And I am absolutely happy about that!<br /><br />Thank you if you were a part of these experiences. You most certainly have left beautiful memories.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-5895468599300673719?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-75263128426627502312007-04-27T19:36:00.000-05:002007-04-27T19:39:00.200-05:00I am tired. Came home and the door shut with a bang (unintentionally). Threw my bag on the couch and the jacket on the chair and just slumped on the couch. 'I am tired', I said to myself. So tired of fighting and of wilfully facing every problem.<br />Nevertheless things don't end and thus must this human body and spirit keep life intact.<br />Here's to every breath I take!<br />Amen.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-7526312842662750231?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-52334933382628283812007-04-26T12:46:00.000-05:002007-06-16T17:34:17.447-05:00A mobius strip is indeed an interesting thing. You know not what side is up and which one is not.As a kid I always enjoyed playing in the sun, dancing with the trees, hiding never to be found and hearing things not meant to be, but as an adult, I guess like most others who would agree with me, we get trapped. Trapped in the shoulds and should nots and the musts and the must haves.<br /> Not a very happy proposition this caged life but somehow as adults we all enjoy it relish it or even rather devour it. What is it that binds us to this phenomenon. This rules fetish. This grid of " I want to do something but I cannot because."<br /><br />But for the last few days me and a couple of others just overarched this grid. Knowing no boundaries to fun and frolic we decided to do just this one time what our heart led us to do.<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It said, "smile , laugh, enjoy ,don't think."</div><div align="center">It said "hear, listen, empathize, don't judge."</div><div align="center">It said, "don't fret, just be!"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-5233493338262828381?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-13658033708992779102007-04-11T15:23:00.000-05:002007-04-11T15:25:04.548-05:00<div align="center">Sometimes you got to look beyond the horizon,<br />you got to look into the deep reds and orange of the sky<br />sometimes you got to hear what the tiny bird says<br />or hear the leaves rustle as a gust of wind goes by<br /><br />When you don't have time to do all this<br />or the will to philosophize,<br />Gimme a holler and i will thee oblige..<br />Sheer nonsense is my expertize and talking a favorite pasttime<br />i can regel about birds and bees and crop the world miseries at ease<br /><br />So here's to you my dear reader, whoever you are, ....<br />HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY!!!!!!<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">This is original work, any duplication or unauthorized publication will be probably not be welcomed by the author. But do try. It's worth it!</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-1365803370899277910?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-88997080646916662282007-04-03T13:12:00.000-05:002007-04-03T13:21:00.955-05:00I took the usual bus to campus and was expecting a scene on the bus. Quite evidently a man was trying to pursue a woman's attention. Perhaps a lover more likely that he was just a nobody trying to try his hand at making the woman agree to his pleas.<br />I was all geared up for combat incase the man tried to physically harrass the woman but my services were not needed. I was glad to be a part of this episode (No i am not a sadist!)<br />I was happy to see the police showing up in a matter of two minutes as the bus driver radioed them and the man being unsuccessful in his attempt to terrify the woman with his histrionics.<br /><br />I had to run several errands so I was hurrying up in a jiffy.<br />It started pouring like crazy and I was stranded. Left with no other option except waiting for the thunder to die down and the drops to stop their merciless earth battery. On other occasions I am all for rain and storms. It is just amazing to feel the rain on bare skin and to smell the warm earth bathed in the slight spring fragrances.<br /><br />Was finally able to get some stuff done that had long awaited attention. A big day lies ahead with my to do list running longer than the page itself I wonder how I will finish all I need to do. Skipped cake for a 25 years celebration of a bank employee, turned down a lunch invitation since I have so much work to do and of course gave up on my usual cup of coffee with a friend since I was tied in back to back meetings.<br /><br />They would say we always have carry overs when the total is more than can fit in one unit. I wonder if my sacrifices will get carried over too and help me help myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-8899708064691666228?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-82160846730703701022007-03-07T13:50:00.000-06:002007-03-07T14:05:07.587-06:00An Average Summer day by the average window pane,<br />an unsual Jack stares at an awfully bored Jane<br />Average dreams in her eyes , hails from an average town<br />Plain simple life when it's averaged down<br /><br />Average time to go up and speak to her,<br />less than average to abuse her<br />Average is her refusal, confirming condone her tone<br />average is her effort, pushed aside by an above average painful groan<br /><br />Average tears rolled down her eyes,<br />desperation, fear, insult and shame don't surprise<br />Followed a quest for rage, hopeless reprive<br />Averaged out to end her disguise<br /><br />Average Jane didn't remain so average afterall,<br />donned the cloak of anger and ruled them all<br />Went out in the open and fought with bare hands<br />screaming thoughts were sharp wands<br /><br />Average Jack didn't know how to deal,<br />the court averaged his opinion and he was set free<br />Average Jane cursed till her throat hurt<br />averaged her feelings and blamed herself,<br /><br />tired of insuations, guilt and desire for justice<br />a sharp knife to end it all did suffice.<br /><br /><br /><strong><em>My request to all of you out there, don't let any other average Jack go scotfree, and to the average Jane be on your gaurd, be safe!</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-8216084673070370102?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-71051421575861399522007-02-19T15:41:00.000-06:002007-02-19T15:43:56.209-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RdoZ55PUb9I/AAAAAAAAABY/BumviUjT_oY/s1600-h/card63.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033364015948263378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DyqyKfvaSxA/RdoZ55PUb9I/AAAAAAAAABY/BumviUjT_oY/s400/card63.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Somehow felt the picture aptly describes my persona !!!! </div><div align="center">Interested in this stuff....check out the website <a href="http://www.wishingu.com">http://www.wishingu.com</a></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-7105142157586139952?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-63310069769911900912007-02-04T03:22:00.000-06:002007-02-04T03:45:33.778-06:00<span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div align="center">Name of Movie: <em>Dombivili Fast.</em><br />Language: <em>Marathi</em>. </div><div align="center">Expections : <em>Supposedly wierd</em>.</div><div align="center">Reaction: <em>Speechless and Guilty !!</em></div><p align="left"><em>It began with the usual hubabboo of watching a marathi movie. The interest being more surrounding the dinner that would go with the movie rather than the content of the movie itself, More due to the lack of serious and thought provoking marathi cinema that we have had the chance to witness recently.Within first five minutes we got engrossed in the movie and were glued to the screen till the last scene. </em></p><p align="left"><em>However today was an exception of all sorts. This movie is a beautiful potrayal of monotonous metropolitan Mumbai life, of the hustle -bustle of the city, Hapless condition of basic infrastrucure that is grappling to cope with the growing need of corrupt pillars of the political world and of course common man who bears the brunt of the not so commeners of that city.</em></p><p align="left"><em>A few give in and a lot many suffer. A few bend and break many others.</em><em>If you cannot have something, there prevails an attitude, which doesn't let anyone else live in peace.</em></p><p align="left"><em>Getting whatever you wish for at whatever cost you need to pay for, is Greed.</em></p><p align="left"><em>Letting this greed survive and feed on uncalled for favors is Cowardness</em></p><p align="left"><em>Above all, diffusion of responsibility and going with the flow and as usual retorting"It's ok! it happens to everyone, Life is not fair." is like the person who is not sleeping but rather only feigning sleep. We can awaken someone who is asleep. But what about a person who is faking sleep! Pretence is hard to point out and more so harder to avoid !</em></p><p align="left"><em>Corruption is a social evil and the sooner we try to abolish it from our systems the better.It is like a cancer that rots the body and doesn't even let it know for a long time that it exists. </em></p><p align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In the end Truth and principles did lose and died a silent death in the movie but I guess it sent out a</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">very important message. If you ever understood what the movie meant then please try and make a difference in the world, in India, in your state, in your surrounding. Anything you do would help to save any others who might give in to the easy ways and take measures that would probably be required but through a very wrong route. So let's take responsibility before it's too late.</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-6331006976991190091?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1168671130694412072007-01-13T00:37:00.000-06:002007-01-13T00:52:10.730-06:00Taking a break often clears our mind and we are able to think afresh.<br />Some psychologists not so long ago had clearly defined the several stages of problem solving strategy. Incubation and Isolation were two that clearly have stuck in my mind.<br />In simple words, staying in close proximity of the problem and going away from the problem can actually shed light on (often overlooked) solutions.<br /> I was taking a break from blogging recently because for some reason I didn't have any useful or creative stuff to put out there in the world. Was kind of wierd this stagnant thought stage. It was like my creativity was snubbed in the face and it's livelihood strangled by the growing pressure of quality writing that I wanted myself to do.<br /> What i was aiming at was hibernation but prolonged hibernation suddenly started to seem like hiatus. Hiatus from what? From expression? From thinking? But most importantly from being aware and from being awake. Sometimes if I stretched it enough i could even say it was a hiatus from life.<br /> Well so although I do not have much to say, what i wish to convey through these paragraphs of wisdom is what I think is our most common mistake. Although we feel we are not creative or we are not effective enough sometimes, i wonder if it is important to just keep the energies flowing. Some neutral energy won't hurt anyone right? It keeps the practice up and also doesn't let your brain rust. It kind of keeps the engines running. Otherwise in these sub zero temperatures of society, it is very easy to let them rust or freeze ............................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116867113069441207?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1166844687076833092006-12-22T21:24:00.000-06:002006-12-22T21:31:27.090-06:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">The traffic light stands still<br />the moonlight yet so dull<br />night spreads it's wings<br />the dust settles down<br />droplets of rain rustle on the window<br />cars screeching<br />brakes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">fingers tender drumming on the wheel<br />running one hand through silken tresses<br />caressing eyes on the rear view mirror<br />flooded bright lights </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">speed up<br />push the pedal<br />giving gas, engine thrusts power<br />buzzing by like the wind, wheezes away the wagen<br />along wet lanes, alone the stars shine far above</span><br /><br /><strong><em>Alas, a color determined it all...........</em> </strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116684468707683309?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1166636739781217462006-12-20T11:43:00.000-06:002006-12-20T11:48:20.933-06:00I say: Ice melts in it's own water and that is it's destiny but it doesn't know it yet!<br /><br />He says: Water is clearer than ice, atleast to the eye. water flows. water can be as cold as ice and yet way warmer. water does not break, it forks. ice preserves death, water breeds life. ice grows up to become water. but it doesn't know it. (s.a.)<br /><br />thought it was interesting.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116663673978121746?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1165511035559535612006-12-07T11:03:00.000-06:002006-12-07T11:03:55.580-06:00It's - 22 degrees celsius and dropping.................. It's inhumane, torturous and unfair.......<br />But eh....who cares?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116551103555953561?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1165469610594834202006-12-06T23:32:00.000-06:002006-12-20T11:46:10.466-06:00Ice melts in it's own water and that is it's destiny but it doesn't know it yet!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116546961059483420?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1164856850914906182006-11-29T21:15:00.000-06:002006-11-29T21:20:51.000-06:00<div align="center"><em>Walk into a coal mine. say nothing but dream soars,</em></div><div align="center"><em>Dish out all the diamonds , say they all are yours,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and then when the coal mine is all black and void</em></div><div align="center"><em>leave with a beaming face ....say oh what a waste</em></div><div align="center"><em>the darn coal mine grew boring after time,</em></div><div align="center"><em>no more diamonds to my mercy ,</em></div><div align="center"><em>little cherished but oh so fine.</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's all the coal mine's fault that it could bear no more. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Nothing more to give , an empty hollow</em></div><div align="center"><em>But the coal that burned and burned till it could burn no more , </em></div><div align="center"><em>could give more warmth to the heart than the sparkle of the diamond galore' !</em></div><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116485685091490618?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1164771496427775602006-11-28T21:27:00.000-06:002006-11-28T21:38:16.450-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1164/1188/1600/940424/Checkmate%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1164/1188/200/455507/Checkmate%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /> Ever wondered if there is someone up there in the heavens trying to frame and shape our destiny, our future according to his / her plan. I believe in being gender neutral in this aspect though I would rather characterize the Creator as a <em>he</em>. It makes it easier to believe when you see horrible things happening. Ruthless decisions being made about soemone’s life unlike the caring, loving image that ‘<em>womanly</em>’decisions are usually expected to paint.<br /> The chess board is set. The pawns are in place. The king, the queen and the rookie. All in place. Waiting anxiously to play their part. None of them knows which one is going to win the game, which one is going to fall down, succumb to wishes of some hand that rules every move it makes and none of them have a clue why they are doing what they are and how it is affecting someone else after they themseleves are ousted or thrown out of the picture.<br /> And yet each time, yes every single time that someone up there says checkmate we blame ourselves, we are shocked, surprised, angry or just simply helpless since we could not anticipate it.........Wonderfully amusing isn’t it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116477149642777560?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1164259464924253562006-11-22T23:15:00.000-06:002006-11-22T23:29:23.000-06:00A not so while ago one of my friends and I were talking about <em>TALKING </em>and my friend had said to me, well I really don't like to talk on the phone with people. I would get irritated and wouldn't want to believe people like my friend and many others of that type who wouldn't want to communicate using Bell's invention.Or infact I would find it darn annonying and unbelievably haughty behavior when given this excuse that I do not like talking on the phone. Yes quite irrational as this is, it's true. Expectation that the world is just like you are, is a myth and the sooner it breaks the better would be your livelihood.<br /><br />Recently though, I began to think whether we all are slowly but surely getting addicted to this useful but time consuming instrument called the phone.However soon the tides of change have brought in a new perspective to the act of communication. Well so my friend if you are reading this, I know now what pleasure therein lies when one resorts to a phone free quiet life. <br /><br />Dialogues within one's brain , solitude and sealed lips that give you freedom from social norms. Freedom from fake ettiquettes and small talk. Freedom from masking and freedom from being lonely in a crowd. Freedom from being misunderstood, Freedom from being misquoted. Freedom from all things untrue and freedom from being laughed at and ridiculed. Freedom from being overestimated and freedom from being bound by anything unintelligible, least of all freedom from being blamed and freedom from being pitied.<br />I no longer feel the need to be connected. The need to express verbally. The need to talk......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116425946492425356?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1163571325405018852006-11-15T00:12:00.000-06:002006-11-15T00:15:25.450-06:00<div align="center"><em>I tried so hard </em></div><div align="center"><em>And got so far </em></div><div align="center"><em>But in the end </em></div><div align="center"><em>It doesn't even matter</em></div><div align="center"><em>I had to fall</em></div><div align="center"><em> To lose it all</em></div><div align="center"><em> But in the end </em></div><div align="center"><em>It doesn't even matter</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="left"><em> ----Linkin Park</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116357132540501885?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1162954289937794372006-11-07T20:49:00.000-06:002006-11-07T20:51:29.956-06:00Life is indeed like an elliptical machine.<br />When you are almost worn out, burning deep inside and cannot take a single stride<br />You are getting the most out of what you are doing...................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116295428993779437?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1162869684977603782006-11-06T21:14:00.000-06:002006-11-06T21:22:31.066-06:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Wings</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>unleash</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Depth</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>fathom</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Faith</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>spread</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Freedom</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>embrace </em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Dreams</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>untold</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Hope</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>unwound</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Joy</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>unbound</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Tears </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>indeed</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Laughter </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>much</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Love</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>more</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Live</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><em>most.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116286968497760378?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1162436933891483252006-11-01T21:05:00.000-06:002006-11-01T21:08:53.906-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/rabbit.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/rabbit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hippoty hop Hippoty hop goes the rabbit a plop<br />Trudging along, singing a song, meddling long<br /><br />Alice from wonderland, stops by and says her Hi<br />The rabbit is least aware, million things running her little rabbit land<br />Bags on shoulder a ton heavy and how they wonder<br />Buses and trains missed a number<br /><br />Hippoty hop Hippoty hop goes the rabbit a plop<br />Trudging along, singing a song, meddling long so long<br /><br />Well read and polished and so darn learned.<br />Everyone succumbs to stupidity but rabbit discerns<br />Cleverly gnawing her way through<br />The rabbit shows how 4 is nothing but a simple 2 + 2<br /><br />Hippoty hop Hippoty hop goes the rabbit a plop<br />Trudging along, singing a song, meddling long so long<br /><br />Rabbit falls in love one fine day and<br />The winds of change seem certain<br />Rabbit however sticks by the old and let’s in the new<br />So hard to find this quality to come by<br /><br />Hippoty hop Hippoty hop goes the rabbit a plop<br />Trudging along, singing a song, meddling long so long<br /><br />Dearest rabbit, a sweetheart, a friend to live for or die<br />Let the smile stay so long as the stars shine upon this earth<br />How your eyes twinkle and shine and tensed is every nerve<br />May thy true love bring you what you deserve </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116243693389148325?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1161907875628726592006-10-26T19:10:00.000-05:002006-10-26T19:11:15.643-05:00Life often doesn't give you too many choices and<br /> when it does give you choices....it takes away the right to choose.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116190787562872659?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1161789128602294112006-10-25T09:47:00.000-05:002006-10-25T10:18:29.176-05:00When you hear something over and over again, either you learn it without understanding it's meaning(Rote learning) or you simply ignore it (noise) however some statements that we hear often just put a smile on your face.......yes a smile that means something yet nothing. A smile that aknowledges a lie and reminds of your own true self. A smile that tells you how far can your patience let this last. So here are those few smile evoking responses...excuses/advices/ just lame ideas..............<br /><br /><ul><li><em>I am so sorry , I have been a bad friend. But I have just been so busy you know. </em><em>Life is just crazy right now.</em></li><li><em>So what is wrong with you?</em></li><li><em>See it's the same with everyone. Nobody is happy. Everyone doesn't know what to do in their future.</em></li><li><em>Oh did you need to shower early? I totally forgot............</em></li><li><em>Oh were you sleeping? Did I wake you up with my noise ?</em></li><li><em>So do you miss home?</em></li><li><em>You have no clue how hard it is to live alone</em>.</li><li><em>So what's the big deal? It is just $ 40.00 </em></li><li><em>Don't think so much .You think too much.</em></li><li><em>So when are you graduating? What are your plans after graduation? Are there any job prospects? </em></li><li><em>You should get married ! You should find someone ! </em></li><li><em>Arre you are like my buddy...........</em></li><li><em>What? you haven't done that <strong>X thing </strong>yet? When are you going to finish it? I don't think you are ever going to finish it.</em></li><li><em>So you are studying Cognitive Psychology? I don't understand a thing about that! So do you deal with mental patients and stuff ? I mean what is that called Schizophrenics....</em></li><li><em>It's so cold here...it's like close to 50 degrees (fahrenheit of course)...typically people from Texas / California / Florida</em></li><li><em>What are you doing for dinner tonight? Are you cooking something? Cook something! You never cook these days!</em></li><li><em>Oh we are just going to hang out today....Have some beers and chill........What movie / play and all........forget it re..you all just come by my apartment and all of us can just relax.......</em></li><li><em>Indian systems are really a mess. But nobody can do anything about it. I mean it's just useless to even try with such a huge population and so much poverty.......</em></li><li><em>Hinduism is the best religion. </em></li><li>God knows what all you write in your blog/ why you wrote that particular post. Where do you think of all that stuff from? You think too much!</li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116178912860229411?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1161272844549724122006-10-19T10:41:00.000-05:002006-10-19T10:47:24.576-05:00Potential of a blank canvas is so hard to fathom<br />Painting a perfect picture there on requires immeasurable skill<br />And When the picture is finally done someone's remark "it couldn't have been better !"<br /> <br /> ACHIEVEMENT !<br /><br />But the heart yearns for more as always..........................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116127284454972412?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1161239071191177382006-10-19T01:20:00.000-05:002006-10-19T01:24:31.203-05:00AND finally the first birthday<br /><br /> hopefully many more to come.........To the readers of goblin times.....A big big thank you...it's been awesome to have completed one year in this blogger world.....<br /> <br /> The heart hardly has words to express this joy ..........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116123907119117738?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1161141733770263482006-10-17T22:15:00.000-05:002006-10-17T22:22:13.786-05:00Does it take two people to maintain a harmonious relationship?<br />Is it so hard to maintain a balance when one is putting in more effort than the other. Is it fair or not is a different question altogether but what pertains is ....Is this strained relationship actually a relationship or is it a forceful communion of two people who do not have the same goals anymore or perhaps developed differences that they had not envisaged ever before.<br /><br />So like things fall into place when both take equal measures to maintain equilibrium, similarly both are equally responsible for whatever ruins the equilibrium.<br /><br />If one has been aggressive then probably the other was so non responsive that they wouldn't go on with the same waltzing life that they initially were so comfortable with.<br /><br />Whatever the reason may be if one withdraws then may be the other should wait and watch. May be the other should not step forward or backward. For if that one move is made then judgements will be made of whether the forward was pursuit or the backward was withdrawal !!!<br /><br />Thus hang on....patience is a virtue and so hard to come by. May be the best way to go about things is to wait and watch. Time will tell everything.. .Yes it will ................hopefully !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116114173377026348?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1160600988480324332006-10-11T16:07:00.000-05:002006-10-11T16:42:13.993-05:00Today as I did my usual routine in the cardio room at the University recreational center, the treadmill right next to me was getting squeakier by the minute and I was absolutely disgusted at the way the girl running on it wouldn't step down and run on another one.<br />Three minutes later a couple walked in. Well I am sure it was exactly three minutes since I was running and there when you are breathless, every minute is like eternity.<br />So the couple walked in side by side. Old , weary and tired. The man, an octogenerian; walked a couple of steps ahead. He was wearing a full sleeves shirt and his jacket drooped over his bent shoulders. Rugged shoes, laces barely tied and the woman probably in her late seventies or so. White well kept hair, Thick glasses, a flowery blue t-shirt and a beautiful smile on her face.<br />She was unsure where in the world they were or perhaps unwilling to come to this place.<br />Everyone in the room gave them a quick glance and stared back into void as if this much acknowledgement was fair enough.<br />The woman's smile had vanished and deliberation showed on her face. The man snorted, jittery joints yet calm as he was, he clasped the hand of the woman and squeezed it tightly. Eyes twinkled and they walked in further.The smile returned to her face.In just this small gesture he promised the world to be safe for his lady...........<br />Perhaps all this might not mean much to the world but when I observed the moment all I thought was kudos to this old man. Quite rightfully I can call him the King of hearts !!!!!<br />A priceless moment and a indefinable emotion.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116060098848032433?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1160437832447021322006-10-09T18:36:00.000-05:002006-10-09T18:50:32.463-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/IMG_3690.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/IMG_3690.jpg" border="0" /></a>Time never seems to stand still and I wonder how it yet seems so constant.<br />Been a long time, precisely a year. Last year around this time something incredibly beautiful happened. I found an old friend of mine through <a href="http://www.orkut.com">www.orkut.com</a>. Probably one of those social networks many people are addicted / aversive to but for me orkut was great. Got in touch with long lost friends.<br />It was purely coincidental that we happened to be in the same country and were able to talk.<br />Unexpected and absolutely different.<br />When you haven't met someone in a long long time it is sometimes just hard to converse. There are often more silences than words, but on the contrary with my friend it was so easy.It was like picking up the ropes from where we left off like about 9 years ago.......<br />We talked about anything and everything and yet nothing.<br />The picture I have up here is of a natural bridge. Time and erosion have caused the rock to wear away but at the same time the bond remains. The bridge is formed and it serves a purpose unknown.<br />Times of sadness and times of pure bliss,<br />Moments with humor and moods when one of us is pissed...<br />But nevertheless a wonderful friendship I think we will treasure...<br />So here's to your my dear friend........and here's to many more good times to come!<br /><br /><br />I know my friend doesn't read this blog but surely all you people out there ,who are indeed reading this post....... reach out to your old friends sometimes what seems to have been lost over time could be gained by just a moment or two.<br />Keep the faith!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116043783244702132?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1160064270645756322006-10-05T10:45:00.000-05:002006-10-05T11:04:31.016-05:00Often times cultures clash and then you wonder why we behave the way we do. Some people stop and think if the practices they follow hold any rationale . Others do not.<br />According to me no practices ingrained in us (as children/ adults) by a culture are good or bad without a sound reasoning to them.<br /> <br />In the western world the personal space bubble is much smaller or rather narrower than in the eastern worlds.Yes population is one of the main reasons why in the eastern world people like to have more personal space. It other words they try to have more distance from others. Especially people of opposite sex. Sociological studies have indicated that in Japan and China people prefer to stop and talk based on a sound that they make when the pass by.<br /><br />As a teenager I travelled to Europe and witnessed this much talked about public display of affection. Used to feel disgusted sometimes since I have been brought up in a very very traditional Indian cultural background. Girls are restricted with hundreds of dos and don'ts and guys have to stay within their limits (often the notions of limits is undefined). If you see a guy and a girl walking across the street hugging, walking hand in hand.....or anything more ....Be assured with in a week they would be getting engaged in the eyes of the public.<br /><br />Who makes the society? Who creates norms ?.....We do.<br />So what stops us from reframing the norms or changing obselete ideals when they need to be changed?<br />Why do we measure love so much. We think, analyze and then act.<br /> If we feel like hugging someone and if the person is of the opposite sex why is it such a big deal?<br />Why do tongues have to wag and thoughts have to race so much .That too of people unconcerned and unaffected ..................<span style="font-style: italic;">The gossipmongers</span><br /><br />Yes and I do expect a lot of comments on this blog saying well it's not like that anymore in India most parts of the western world and so on, but believe me having travelled quite a bit and having lived in America for long enough I still sometimes get stuck in this rut of should I or should I not hug someone. And there are hundreds of people like me out there.<br /><br />All I would say is follow your heart. You feel a friend needs a hug, go ahead . Give the friend a big big hug...........Nothing is more important than being honest to yourself and being true to your emotions. Least important are the chains of a society that burden you with unwanted rituals and traditions which more or less have become hurdles in human expression of emotions.<br /><br />So go on .................... Live , Love , Follow your heart!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-116006427064575632?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1159369561741518112006-09-27T10:01:00.000-05:002006-09-27T10:06:01.770-05:00It's really insane to click on OK and get this as my fortune for the day on an astrological prediction website; especially insane since i get this prediction right after my post yesterday titled '<span style="font-style: italic;">wild child</span>' ---------------------<br /><br /><a style="font-style: italic;" class="P-A3">" Talk in riddles and say your sentences backward. Be fanciful and outlandish. Most of the information will be relayed in a non-verbal manner. Let your wild side shine through. Wear the wackiest thing in your closet. Don't give in to the social norm just because it's the thing that has been done time and time again.</a><span style="font-style: italic;">"<br /><br /></span>Do astrological predictions have a grain of truth in them? Time and again this particular website doesn't fail to surprise me.....Sometimes things have happened and I have checked the website and realized that indeed that was the fortune for the day!!!! eeriieeee but true!<br /><br />Whether stars determine or actions or not is a question no one can answer ....We can probably argue endlessly but i think I like this mystery and when someone can give probabilistic calculations of how the mystery can unravel....I think it is cool!!!!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115936956174151811?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1159316755918964232006-09-26T19:16:00.000-05:002006-09-26T19:27:29.290-05:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">I want to run on roads without fear of being run over</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Steal some breeze , walk away with praise</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Climb trees unafraid, pluck flowers for all I please</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Hiding somewhere deep within is indeed a wild child in me!</em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Want to say goodbye without tears in my eyes,</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Talk brazenly about how bad the food you cooked was</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Look straight at you and tell you how mean you are</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Hiding somewhere deep within is indeed a wild child in me!</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Lucky is the bird that needs no permits to fly around </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Roam around the world like my own playground</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Want to eat all the chocolate I want without the world giving me cold stares</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Hiding somewhere deep within is indeed a wild child in me!</em></span></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></em> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">One day, just one day I want to live my life on just my terms</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Unabashed, uninhibited but in a sea of anonymity that never discerns</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Do not care what and who says how I should be.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Just want to <em>free</em> the wild child hiding within me.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115931675591896423?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1159169867133434942006-09-25T02:25:00.000-05:002006-09-25T02:44:06.246-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/IMG_3296.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/IMG_3296.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In the <em>lake of love</em> they waddle away <p>swimming in the waters they turn their backs and each other dare</p><p>white as snow the black necked swans,</p><p>red beaked and teary eyes that match the darks.</p><p>One of them turns and looks away from the other</p><p>solemn and sad wondering whether</p><p></p><p>The other quickly grasps a small piece of weed in beak</p><p>picks it up; takes it to his sweetheart to seek</p><p>the love and care that has been hidden in those eyes, all of a sudden comes like a surprise</p><p>bewildered yet happy the swan swims in glory</p><p>she takes the weed and falters around hunky - dory</p><p>the weed in that beak is almost like solace, hard to find and yet commonplace</p><p>Beautifully they waltz yet again, teasing and turning in waters green</p><p>jolly good times they have spent in this <em>lake of love</em> pristine!</p><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115916986713343494?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1159137424437752862006-09-24T17:19:00.000-05:002006-09-24T17:37:06.586-05:00To see someone not smile anymore takes you a while<br /><em>Out of sight does not always work!</em><br />To see you missed a train hurts a hell lot<br /><em>When you want something badly, the wholeuniverse conspires you to get it... is false!</em><br />To eat lunch and get an impromptu lunch invite that has to be refused<br /><em>There are indeed no free lunches in this world!</em><br />To love somebody and not be loved back<br /><em>Sad but true there ain't no true love in this world baby!</em><br />To learn a new word and forget the meaning<br /><em>A fool and folly are seldom apart!</em><br />Buying new clothes every month is a wonderful feeling<br /><em>Innovation sometimes ruins your bank balance!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115913742443775286?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158698964112300892006-09-19T15:38:00.000-05:002006-09-19T16:00:15.036-05:00I am an ardent lover of food.......And here's a list of some favorites probably worth a try if you would like to................Buy it. cook it or ask someone to invite you for it............ They are just delicious..........<br /><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Entenmann's fudge brownie bites</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Peppridge farms (rasberry) Milano cookies</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Spinach and Artichoke Dip with Tostitos (hint of lime flavor)</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Watermelon juice with a little lemon</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Orange, Kiwis and Mint juice with crushed ice</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Eggplant Parmesan Sandwich at TGIF (TGI Fridays)</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Mango rum with gingerale (I do not recommend this for alcoholics)</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">A fresh Iceberg lettuce salad with carrots and tomatoes and Catalina (italian) dressing</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Haagen Dazs Mint chip Icecream</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff9966;">Pad Thai (veggie + tofu) in a decent Thai restaurant</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#ff9966;">Well try some of these and let me know if they were good.......................</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff9966;">by the way none of the companies pay me anything for promotions.......... so if you are one of the companies and I am recommending you then please think about some goodwill.....I am always open to gifts....and free dinners .............</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115869896411230089?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158525596638718932006-09-17T15:26:00.000-05:002006-09-17T15:39:56.673-05:00<em>Dearest Mr.Macho</em><br /> It's such a pleasure writing to you. I have always admired your muscular thoughts and your stonelike emotions. How are you capable of always being so focused and not letting any kind of happiness or sadness get in your way of living?<br />I always wonder what would life be if each of us could live like you do and act like you do.<br />Would being ambitious and running after achievement be the answer to everybody else's problems. Those meek ones who cry and feel and think and in front of God kneel?<br /> Little have I seen any courage and pride in anyone else other than you. Oh hail ye almighty, I praise thee today for your aloofness, your supreme introvertness and your ability to stay away from all that is human and talkative.<br />It is so vain and yet so adorable to see you strut through the hurdles of life, kicking away all relations and freeing yourself from the chains of dependents. Must be taking a toll on your time allocated for personal grooming.<br /> Do you always strive so hard to follow the cult of 'cool'dom? Or do you ever stir away and think of getting distracted by worldly pleasures of simplicity and boredom?<br />I have always been in awe of your pompusness and grandeur. Has never been anyone and shall never be like you. Unique, Self focused and wonderfully talented that you are do you ever think this life would be any different had you not taken a step or two towards selfishness and impression management?<br /> I would also mention the fact that although it is a pity (for I feel they are sheer indicators of human emotional existence)you cannot cry (since society says men cannot cry), you cannot crib (because you like to flaunt how much of motivation you have) I do think you are absolutely invincible when it comes to attaining what we mortals call undaunted impressions on the human mind. I have and many more to come will remember you in their minds for it's so hard to let go of memories of personas like you.<br />May there be a million more out there just like you, Robotic, determined and emotionless!<br />Amen!<br /> Sobbingly yours (tears of joy ofcourse)<br /> <em>The Goblin</em>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115852559663871893?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158427399471439432006-09-16T12:20:00.000-05:002006-09-16T12:32:19.583-05:00I was tagged to complete this list by www.siddharthadelkar.blogspot.com and www.notjustjazz.blogspot.com so I am completing the ordeal....<br />Actually enjoyed it quite a lot....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I am thinking about when?</div><div align="center">I said what?</div><div align="center">I want to love whom?</div><div align="center">I wish to go where?</div><div align="center">I hear silence how?<br />I wonder really wonder why?<br />I regret for a while but not all the while.<br />I am who? I am.<br />I dance with myself to your tunes....</div><div align="center">I sing for myself to my tunes. ......<br />I cry? Why do I?</div><div align="center">I am not always whom? </div><div align="center">Do I need to be someone?</div><div align="center">I make with my hands guilty of what?<br />I write plenty nothings which?</div><div align="center">I confuse myself and how?<br />I need to in future lies what?<br /><br />And finally I realized I have too many questions unanswered but I have a smile on my face because when you smile you look good :)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And now here's tagging a few I know to know some more.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Victim of Desire</div><div align="center">Yatzgad</div><div align="center">Swatspace</div><div align="center">Nikhil</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115842739947143943?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158308935258703742006-09-15T03:21:00.000-05:002006-09-15T03:28:55.270-05:00<div align="left">Lately I am listening to a lot of new songs and here's one that I just cannot stop listening to.......</div><div align="left">It's By Alanis Morissette and is called Ironic</div><div align="left">The words go like this................</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">It's like rain on your wedding day</div><div align="center">It's a free ride when you've already paid</div><div align="center">It's the good advice that you just didn't take</div><div align="center">Who would've thought...it figures</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This song says so much to me and still it makes me wonder what is it about these words that make me smile and cry at the same time............ Ironic don't you think ?</div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115830893525870374?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1158171702761737642006-09-13T13:05:00.000-05:002006-09-13T13:21:43.030-05:00A few days ago a fellow contributor of the blogger world wrote an interesting take on<br />Mac- o - mania.The title of his blog was Psychosexual attachment to Macintosh. Here is a link to his blog <a href="http://siddharthadelkar.blogspot.com/2006_09_06_archive.html">http://siddharthadelkar.blogspot.com/2006_09_06_archive.html</a><br />Well quite confidently I decided to write about what Freud's take on psychosexual attachment to Macintosh would be and within a day I was lost in confusion about what my response would be.<br /><br />I have always thought I enjoyed Freud's theory and the psychoanalytic world gave psychology a lot of pathbreaking ideas. In the time and frame that Freud developed his theory, human psyche was chained, burdened by societal norms, dos' and donts', conflicts and above all uncertainity in life and what better a solution than sex or love?<br /><br />Everything and anything that resulted in Neurosis was termed to be sexual in nature. Not only is this incorrect but often misinterpreted by a lot of people who read Freud's theory without probably reading the history of the place Freud was based.<br /><br />Nevertheless coming back to what I decided to write this blog for.Freud's concepts of Id, Ego and Superego can definitely be integrated in the loves for a Mac.<br />Given we are always striving towards creating a balance between the three, Id is the one that needs to be neglected and overruled by the Superego at times.<br /><br />Mac-lovers probably would use the delete key often enough to reset their thoughts which translates to Freud's idea of the defense mechanism of 'Repression'.<br />Or going without food and water, aimlessly sticking to the computer screen trying to code, draw or read and not being interested in the outside world could be signs of a Mac - 0 - neurotic. Treatment of course would consist of psychoanalysis which would examine the childhood experiences of isolation that lead to this personality.<br /><br />Of course there is a growing field of research out there and I'm sure it won't be long before we unfortunately would need deaddiction centers specifically for Computer addicts / Mac addicts (May be Apple can start working on a deaddiction vaccine!!!) OR Centers that specialize in Mac Abuse Counseling...............<br /><br />I think Siddharth has a point when he talks about a huge stake for human computer interaction research which so far has concentrated on research on internet addiction but after my brief reading on this topic I didn't come across a single article related to the addictive symptoms of machines themselves......................So people out there......Think think....wake up research needs you!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115817170276173764?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1157995059782683472006-09-11T12:15:00.000-05:002006-09-11T12:17:39.796-05:00Well something that my roomie said just made us both burst into peals of laughter........<br />I was asking her if I were to surrender myself to her , do things as if she were controlling me, would she be able to change me, my persona..............<br /><br />quite calmly she replied.<br />"No , I don't think so, because you surrender yourself and kidnap me...!!!!!!!!"<br /><br />Thought it was a really interesting way of capturing reality............. Whatsay roomie...still laughing.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115799505978268347?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1157852144479859962006-09-09T20:32:00.000-05:002006-09-09T20:35:44.490-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/640/IMG_3552.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/IMG_3552.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today a new day<br /> somehow a new way<br /> I'll follow the sun<br /> for the time has come<br /> good time has begun.&nbsp;<a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115785214447985996?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1157839800758860122006-09-09T17:07:00.000-05:002006-09-09T17:10:00.770-05:00Something that came up in a phone conversation which I would like to remember for some time to come.......... And also they say when you revise memory stands strong even under the tests of forgetting<br /><br />"Money is a by product of well - directional efforts."<br /> (M.S.N , Sept.2006)<br />I would like to add to this..... "<br />and well directional efforts are result of a gamble of choices we make."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115783980075886012?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1157642807897533382006-09-07T10:21:00.000-05:002006-09-07T10:26:47.923-05:00As you are rushing to work all clad in a clean black suit or a dress have you gotten jiffy over a small wisp of lint lurking on your shoulder? You turn around and try to squeeze all your visual capacities to find the exact location of that lint, bothersome.....<br />...... it's right there on your shoulder, you can see it but don't know it's exact location and can't reach it.It is in your field of vision just short of the blindspot. Restlessness. Discomfort. Impatience.<br />Wondering whether this bit of lint will screw up your morning. Doesn't look neat, does it?<br />Well what if we just let the lint be. How much of trouble would it be to just let the lint be rather than squirming your eyes in trying to locate it, twisting your arm in trying to remove it and shuddering in constant fear whether there isn't another little bit of it lurking close by which you missed!<br />Imperfection often brings in peace. Any thoughts?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115764280789753338?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1157065189101329542006-08-31T17:50:00.000-05:002006-08-31T18:00:53.756-05:00How often do academicians classify people on the basis of grades. Well not so often but quite often enough too.<br />An A grade in a course means that the student has shown excellent thought and critical analysis of the subject required of him or her. However I always wonder what justice does this do to a student who has the required expertise in regards to thought and analysis but just lacks the persistence.<br />Or is bogged down by social pressures and loves to party or play music rather than write a paper for the class<br />Or is emotionally burdened and cannot think straight. Has tears rolling down the cheeks every single time the thought of home or people close to the heart passes in the mind's eye.<br />Or just doesn't care about grades.<br />Well but at some point in life every person who belongs to any of the above categories does wonder what it would have been like if he or she were to belong among the elite A's rather than the Bs or Cs of this world. Are they a different breed or are they just like every other Tom across the street?<br />Success is measured by what what becomes of you and not from where you became. So good grades to me are a necessity only when they reflect the prowess of the person and not otherwise.<br />They are not markers of wisdom nor are they indicators of sound rationale and judgement. They are merely showcasing the person's ability to learn and score in the school setting.<br />So much so I would say sometimes it's good to study without a certain grade. Atleast I think I have learnt the most in classes where after mid - semester I didn't care what grade I got by the end of the class but just gave it my 200 % and sure enough like everything in the just world I scored well too.<br />Thus I will say<br />A<br />~ (BvC)<br />therefore inconclusive !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115706518910132954?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1156869672916620982006-08-29T11:40:00.000-05:002006-08-29T20:09:02.116-05:00Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think --- La Bruyere<br /><br />I came across this quote today on some website and I really started wondering if it was true.<br />Does life become a tragedy for people who just emote and is it really a comedy for those who think and laugh and more importantly are able to laugh at themselves and the idiosyncrasies of life?<br /><br />Probably true , probably not. Still in the quest of evidence.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115686967291662098?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1156141297613025632006-08-21T01:15:00.000-05:002006-08-21T01:23:13.286-05:00Tougher walls that you build , tougher are they to break<br />nevertheless people budge in , with umpteen hurts they sad you make.<br /><br />You try to repace the clock , say you never want to stop<br />you try to turn around but little do you expect a stab<br /><br />A stab in the back, a blow unexpected<br />when you let down your guard, that's when you are eliminated.<br /><br />Give in to kindness only when you are stone - hearted,<br />expect back everything except for an honest heart courted.<br /><br />Stop being nice, caring and loving.<br />Very few deserve any sort of warning<br /><br />Let them see the ditch and in it fall,<br />Fall hard and hurt themselves and feel repentence over all<br /><br />For only then would they think why you did , what you did<br />For only then would peace prevail where it should.<br /><br />Sometimes it is indeed necessary for you to get hurt because often what care and love cannot teach, pain and sorrow teach in a split second.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115614129761302563?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1154989803987842102006-08-07T16:00:00.000-05:002006-08-07T17:30:04.080-05:00If I could, I would......I would spread my wings and fly around the world.....<br />These are some of the places I'd like to see...... Not in any kind of rank order....it's just random flights of fantasy....Hope at least some of them come true.....<br /><br />1) Santorini , Greece<br /> Weekend in Santorini, walk on the beaches on starry nights and enjoying the fresh sea breeze through a window of a beautiful villa.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/Fira%2C%20Santorini.0.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>2) Paris , France </p><p> A weekend watching and relieving history at the Louvre Museum in Paris. Walking around the flower markets in Paris, and shopping at Christian Dior for exotic perfumes...........<br /></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/paris07.jpg" border="0" /><br />3) Mauritius , Indian Ocean<br /> Relaxing on the beaches. Having a candle light dinner with the one whom I would spend my life with.....<br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/mauritus.jpg" border="0" /><br />4)Venice , Italy<br /> A Gondola ride through the Venetian Canals........Basking in the Italian sun, Relishing red red wine and a guitar for the ears.......... </p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/venice.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>5) Prague, Czech Republic</p><p> Just a quiet walk by the city square and a little music concert with dinner on the sidewalk ........</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/prag%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>6) Cologne , Germany</p><p> The Koelner Dom, the market with loads of shopping and the chocolate museum.....Loads of vibrant colors and peace in spite of tandem......</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/Cologne.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p>7) Ladakh (Pangong Lake) , India</p><p> Calm afternoon by the lake, with hot tea and a wonderful book to read and my camera........</p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/Pangong%20Tso%20-%20Stark%20landscapes%20-2_jpg%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> Well if dreams come true I will not complain. I don't know when but I will wait........For all these places hold a special place in my heart......and my brain...It's great there are no taxes on dreams... So dream. Dream on.........You never know when the puzzle pieces will fall into place and when the dream would be reality....... Live... live on in hope that the dreams would come true.......... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115498980398784210?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1154486291696998122006-08-01T21:21:00.000-05:002006-08-01T21:41:57.186-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/untitled.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Lonely as a star on a moonless night, I searched through time and came across a perfect sight.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">A little icon that felt divine, all it told me was that <em>she</em> was online Gave up all my work and sat up late through the night</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">At the break of dawn witnessed a dreamy plight. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Couldn't concentrate, couldn't string words straight, Saw how the mechanics of my body failed. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Sleep refused to put my mind to rest, pumping iron I continued in earnest further neglecting all pleasures of mortal being , </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I thrived on pure euphoria of love deceiving. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Mysterious soul mates we were talking and talking till eternity came, felt time should move faster and infinitely stay the same. Thought about the world; a world with just <em>her</em> and <em>me</em>. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">And then <em>just me</em> again. Could take it no more than a moment , the absence of <em>her</em> just made my heart torment. Pain wasn't something I avoided long, it always caught up on most domain,</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">to reach up for something , hold on to faith and then losing everything all over again seemed mundane.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">This time around <em>she</em> turned out to be a benevolent soul, <em>she</em> pulled me through the wonderous world, dreaming each day and wishing I'd be with <em>her</em>, dreaming dreams together , wishing we would be one forever.<br />Then struck reality and slapped me in the face, for reasons unknown <em>she</em> said <em>she</em> couldn't go on with this deep down in the ocean I was drowning, chained to sorrow and grief inviting. Convinced her but in vain, then convinced myself once more to be slain.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Slurps and Puffs did me in, why some good , they did me awesome, yes I should, one night as I lay beside a woman I hardly knew, I forgot how my soul-mate got over the agony and woe. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><em>She</em> had tortured herself in dilemma and confusion although she said no she loved me more than before. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Married to another I was wondering <em>she</em> would soon fade from memory, anger rage or wrath call it if you will, all these <em>she </em>showered on me still. I spoke never again with <em>her</em> and neither did <em>she</em>.Sweet blossoms of misery, closed all my sadness, locked it up well, threw away the key and both decided to rot in hell.</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">May be I can stop feeling sad, May be not feel anything at all. Numbness and the dark scathing pain inane, screaming thoughts that drive me insane. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">I don't belong to <em>her</em>, I never will <em>she</em> will never be mine, <em>she</em> never will. </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">Goodness I can stop living,certainly can I! </span><br /><span style="color:#999999;">But I can't stop loving <em>her,</em> Why? Why? must I?</span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115448629169699812?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1153142053368590672006-07-17T08:00:00.000-05:002006-07-19T14:07:41.620-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/IMG_2700.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Eh ? wondering what this title means or as usual has the goblin decided to talk in abstruse sentences..... A short weekend trip to somewhere always opens your eyes to newer meanings of life I think...<br />Look at the picture I have taken above ...Outside a realtor's office this selfless flower was basking in the sun giving to the world what it is best at.....flaunting it's beauty with grace but at the same time being oblivious of the fact that it is so beautiful....So unlike us Humans right????<br /><br />"Objects in mirror are closer than they appear ," This statement of Caution on the passenger side rear view mirror bears a lot of things that it wishes to convey (implicitly)...another of those things that dawn upon you when you think critically or when you are amused about language....<br />The mirror is convex, the mirror thus compresses reality...The mirror thus decieves you?????? Just like reality sometimes ??? and so the warning..Beware...what you think is impending Doom could be closer than you think.<br /><br />Good vegetarian food can be amazingly tasty too.For all you meat lovers try eating a pita burger next time,it's awesome. Soy milk doesn't taste all that bad and cooking without any oil at all 100 points for being so health conscious. Unusual and new concept but try doing it atleast once in a while. Will save a lot of money on health care in the long run I think.<br /><br />Ice Skating... It isn't as easy as it looks. Again reality is deceptive. However it is great fun trying to do what you thought was easy and what your ego begs to differ with your skill and tries to push your limits to perform better than you possibly can.<br />Do not fall. If you do; do not cry because when you wear roller blades, go on slippery ice and don't have any idea how to balance yourself....The only rational thing that can happen at that moment is the act of FALLING.....so the only thing you can do is probably minimize the impact of your fall<br /><br />And Lastly.....Moments with friends....PRICELESS...This trip had a lot of firsts.....First one with my closest friend, first one visiting a nearby state, first one driving , first time ice skating and yes first one I was not bored for even a minute ever for TWO WHOLE DAYS...yeah for me that is quite an achievement.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115314205336859067?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1152419595837672802006-07-08T23:23:00.000-05:002006-07-08T23:33:15.856-05:00Time just never seems to stand still. I often wonder what it would be like to reverse the hourglass and stare at every moment slip backwards. Well not a very interesting proposition I guess. The glorious moments do tempt me to wish for this 'wish' but the hard times tug at my shoulder and warn me not to do this perilous mistake of asking for trouble yet again.<br /> People come and people go. Often times they spend worthless moments pulling each others legs, talking about how cool is someone and how uncool is that Mr. X out there quietly locked up in his shell of security. Little do they think how important that shell is to that Mr.X's sheer existence. Well and then to add to this misery they call all this the ' In Vogue' attitude. Nevermind these distracting thoughts, what is important is thinking of how some others weave in and out of our life and leave a distinct pattern. Often we fail to cherish these colors woven into dangerously beautiful patterns but after a while when the paint dries and the brush still by a window sill, we do applaud the picture painted by the wall!!!!!<br /> A small gasp, a hustle, a chuckle, giggles galore and tremendous energy are always a surprising element in a life which is as blank as a nomad's next 'life map'.<br />Unplanned life and a spirit for trying new paths is what keeps this flame of life burning ever so bright.<br />Now I may sound utterly Bard like or I may bore you to death with my philospohical arm strectching out high up above my head trying to search in the open skies, a cloud, an idea , a secret................ But nevertheless a thing I wish to share..............<br />Live in the moment for we know not when it would pass, Let it pass and when it does , don't sigh, Just look up and smile and wonder how???? and Why ???? . Don't reason just ask, Don't expect just accept. Don't think ,JUST BE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115241959583767280?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1152073925922334162006-07-04T23:21:00.000-05:002006-07-04T23:32:06.030-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/eye-crying.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/eye-crying.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p> </p><p> Bidding Goodbyes has always been hard , friends closeby when they travel miles apart</p><p> Little can you say to say what you feel, little emotion is hardly any deal.</p><p> I will miss you my friend when you are far gone.</p><p> I will miss you so much although a new life you'd have begun</p><p> May you get all you want, may all your dreams come true</p><p> May you have the world's riches and a Ford Mustang too...........</p><p> All I wish to say is I will never forget you.......and so don't you too!!!!</p><p> </p><p>####### This post is dedicated to my best friend here and probably that one person I am thankful for sticking around through thick and thin by my side................... Love you a lot dearest friend and will always be here for you....... Good Luck... ####### </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115207392592233416?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1151802328249287742006-07-01T20:04:00.000-05:002006-07-01T20:05:28.260-05:00Crash a word that eliminates distance , crash a word that means elimination ??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115180232824928774?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1150681776977669642006-06-18T20:39:00.000-05:002006-06-18T20:49:37.010-05:00<span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/IMG_2322.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/IMG_2322.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Last time the sun set in the sea i dreamt of a bright sky, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Goodness how time just flies by,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">the little bird by my window sits with a broken wing</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">aiming in the air, hoping to fly in,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I talk to it every morning when I wish my voice be heard</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">May he heed to my wishes and fly high above.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">When the wind blows i quickly close in my window,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">not a wisp of fresh air do I want to mess my abode</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">little do i wonder what it would be like, to let the wisp of air </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">help me rebuild!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Long before there is dawn, the dusk sets in </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">there is no going of darkness and in comes a ray</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">sunrise it is, peaceful and far from despair.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">In so many words I say what I could never have</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">In so many words I tell myself what is </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">A mystery to me, and to all </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-115068177697766964?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1149453647858486092006-06-04T15:27:00.000-05:002006-06-04T16:05:37.173-05:00Yesterday the day began so early. Got up and saw two tensed roomies hovering around my room waiting for me to wake up since I had already switched of my alarm twice in event of trying to sleep five minutes more. There was so much to be done. They say a lot of imperfect things make one perfect picture. I totally believe in this now since we had an awesome team built here while cooking this lunch for friends.<br />Initially the ideas for the war strategies were pouring in. Menu was a tough choice because we were probably handicapped with our limited supply of cooking ammenities, and capabilities but finally with some external (foreign hand ) support we managed to pull of this secret operation successfully. Paneer Nawabi (Just assorted veggies mixed with paneer and tons of gravy, Raita / Salad , Parathas (indian form of bread) and ice cream it was going to be.<br />Cutting, Chopping, grating and then more mixing and sauteing and other such words that served in the third order of the Cookery army ...took part in this massive operation.Pots rallied and it was the pans that won over.The spoons had an upperhand, heat was a detrimental factor since constant cooling was required for all the soldiers either in the form of warm or cold beverages.<br />The onions were slaughtered and the potatoes mercilessly boiled in hot water, Tomato puree sacrificied it's life for the curry's sake and the cocunut oozed out some oil before taking it's last breath.However all was invain ! The paneer nawabi had to be made and had to be made soon.The paneer itself tried hard to stick around, froze and then gave up when the bold microwave took over. It was a battle trying to pepper in some sense in the paneer but little did the paneer understand that it's difficult behavior was only making the warriors more determined in the tasks to eliminate all ice and drown it in blobs of red tangy sauce.<br />The onions minced and mixed with some corriander were sauted, the puree added and a truce was signed after the paneer compromised and gave up finally after a tough battle that lasted a good ten minutes. Operation Paneer Nawabi was over. Objective accomplished.<br />On to the next battle the warriors marched. It was the Paratha Challenge.A good host of 54 parathas waited to take form.Cooperation was hard to find. The Dough acted all sticky and didn't want to be parted .But as always ' Divide and Rule' worked and finally small dough balls were blasted and rolled, battered down flat by the rolling pin.The wooden torture for them didn't suffice the need for control so they were then subjected to the hot pan treatment and a third degree temperature assured firm reforms.<br />In the end the 54th paratha saw the last light when it joined its other companions in the steel chamber where they were imprisoned , awaiting their TRIAL.<br />Raita (salad) was a piece of cake after all these tough battles. The raw veggies used for coleslaw , the cucumbers and the tomatoes that were hiding behind the cold walls of the refrigerator were all driven out mercilessly. Without any further notice they were chopped off. A slice, a cut and gone..................... The were ready to be buried in heaps of yoghurt and other allied forces of the spice country.A good stir and the last cries were lost in the cold waves of the serbian deserts of the refrigerator.<br />The flags of the winning warriors were hoisted. Then peace established. Treaties signed and benefits declared.Sweets followed and the deserted wine was popped open with galore!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />---------***>><<***-----------------***>><<***------------------------<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114945364785848609?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1147361558239771312006-05-11T10:30:00.000-05:002006-05-24T18:17:04.546-05:00This blurb of words, I write as a <em>Thanks</em> to friends who walked in and out of my life or are here to stay and have made a big big impact on my life............................<br />Naming names is not very nice so all of them stay anonymous but I will give them a nick name that I identify them with.<br /><br /><em>So beginning from the very beginning of life here are a few who are far far away!!!!<br /></em><br /><strong><em>Telegu Amma<br /></em></strong>A friend for life but only connected through letters and e-mails and all such things that we communicated with and are still communicating for the over a decade now. This friend and I have shared exciting adventures of trying to cook real food in ‘pretend - play utensils’ (read bhatukli/ ghargatta) and we have sat on top of cupboards and done rallies with our bicycles…………………this brainy babe works for IBM and soon….hopefully soon I will meet her I guess…..in either of our weddings if that happens or otherwise.<br /><br /><strong><em>Inspirational Dude</em></strong><br />Memories of teenage are usually so hard to dissolve in the confusion of life but some are really hard to let go. One such guy that I know of was an ace business man even at the age of 12. He actually made me believe that spirits exist …..Successfully managed to fool me in the various games we played…….let me play cricket with him and other guys. His intelligence was an inspiration and yeah his looks something to drool on…..don’t mean to sound too nostalgic but my first tid - bits of Marathi slang (information) was gathered from this dude……Can talk 24*7…….and can talk sense that long!<br />Time never stands still and we lost touch but became friends again….different places, different time…..manners persisted though!<br /><br /><strong><em>The Obsessive Perfectionist</em></strong><br />She is the reason why I am doing what I am doing today. Have known her for about almost 10 years. A lot changed over this time….she went from being single to being someone’s wife and me from a masters’ degree holder to second masters but our friendship has been ever so wonderful! Different countries but telepathy rules…Punctuality, need for orderliness and determination is what I learnt from her. I wouldn’t have cleared even 11th grade had it not been for her earnest desire to wake me and take me to college with her to write the final exam which I conveniently had forgotten about………Kudos to her determination…….<br /><br /><em><strong>The ‘CRAZier’ than me Gypsy</strong></em><br />When in doubt call her! That is the rule I live by. However I say crazier because I identify with her too well. Do regard myself to be a little crazy if not much. So this one…..really don’t know how became such good friends with her but one thing’s for sure she understands me perfectly. Amazing at counseling, happens to take it up as her profession soon ……and yes one thing about her….she is never afraid to face fear in the face. Never will a friend hear “I don’t have time from her”. People say I will always be there for you but she follows that sentence to the T. Let’s see where life takes us from here.<br /><br /><em><strong>Sensitive Brat</strong></em><br />Heard of anyone throwing hard snow peas at someone’s wedding instead of rice lentils? Heard of anyone putting chicken in the refrigerator and hiding it there for a week when your mom (strictly against meat) doesn’t allow it? Well some of the things this pal of mine has accomplished. At the same time things like a friends’ farewell can make his eyes moist! A romantic to the core, he hates to take a book in his hands but can write wonderful verses if need be !!!!!!!<br />It doesn’t take too many notes to strike a chord with him and yet we share a good rapport. Been through a lot of rough times in life…..Been friends for too short a time but will always have a lot of respect and care for each others’ livelihood.<br /><br /> So thanks to each one of you for being you!!!<br /><br /> <strong><em>Don't be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is before you can meet again. And meeting again after a moment or a lifetime is certain for those who are friends."- Richard Bach<br /></em></strong><br /><em><br /></em><em></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114736155823977131?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1146523749203910812006-05-01T17:40:00.000-05:002006-05-01T17:50:49.433-05:00<div align="justify">Tic tic one ...tic tic two...says the chime now,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">what would be the next thing you want me to give up on?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I gave up a smoke for you got suffocated,</div><div align="center">gave up the shot, cause you feel nauseated,</div><div align="center">gave up shoppping because the bank wouldn't let me buy more,</div><div align="center">going to give up chocolates cause the greys won't leave my hair alone.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Gone are the habits of hanging around idle coz, the world beckons hard work</div><div align="center">going to leave a date for there seems no future for a dork!</div><div align="center">get to the point and got to give up a dream, </div><div align="center">money doesn't suffice to fund every team</div><div align="center">looks i gave up on thinking i'd concentrate on the brains,</div><div align="center">brains didn't work whose fault was it anyways????</div><div align="center">So then giving up a life for which i traded happiness of other,</div><div align="center">in the end no one was happy , rather there was just an expectation to shatter.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>A score and something spent on giving up things, embracing vaccum , pitching in sacrifice</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>I think tic tic one ......tic tic........two............I gave up something to replace it with eternal peace!</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114652374920391081?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1146257701058800972006-04-28T15:48:00.000-05:002006-05-01T11:04:36.256-05:00<span style="color:#ff6600;">Found him, found him finally,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">made me think, ponder ,wonder caused a big blunder</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">but endless sleepless nights have ended now. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Found him, found him truly forever now!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Thought the way life was, seemed so unstable</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">the way things looked so unreal,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">and then again no one can assure me except myself,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">things will alter , new changes they'd bring in.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Found him, found him truly forever now?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Learned a lot by listening to others, questions querries and abstract answers</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Turned to him and looked within for strength,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">turn the force, go against the tide,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">He assured by me he would always abide.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Found him now, found him truly forever NOW!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Loved him effortlessly, brought to my face a smile,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">made me forget all worries, left me dreaming of a good future,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Liked my craziness , eloped with my fascinations</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">intricate he thinks is my exhuberance, demands no justifications.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Found him now, found him truly forever now,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">This newly found someone , my sweetheart, my loved one.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">This new peace of mind and this new solace</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">is none other than a sweet surrender</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">a long term</span> <strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc99;">CHANGE </span></em></strong>!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114625770105880097?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1145969311823973802006-04-25T07:47:00.000-05:002006-04-25T07:48:31.836-05:00On a bright sunny day, I happen to have an intriguing conversation with a person far away, not even visible to me. I have never met this person before, just a friend’s friend. And this friend I haven’t met in a long time either. It’s been a long time and people change but some do not and I always place my bets on most who do not change. Or rather I like to believe that they will not change for I adore them, admire them sometimes even foolishly revere them.<br /> Internet and computers sure have made life easier. We can bond across the seas and cross the barriers of distance in no time. However like every rose has a thorn, this fast paced means of communication certainly messes up life and faith in humans quite often.<br />One thought that came to my mind as I talked to this indirect friend, most certainly was brought up in the conversation, What if? What if the person across seven seas is lying? What if he or she says they are XYZ and they are not? What if they say they are born with a silver spoon and they are not?<br />Have you ever imagined, you fall head over heels in love with someone you haven’t seen and then are ready to give up all to meet the person, spend a lifetime with the person and no sooner have you jumped the bandwagon, does this wonderful soul reveal secrets that were never meant to be told. The person was cheating on you. The person was breaking your trust each time you thought they were oh so loyal!!!!!!!!!!!<br />Or think of this scene, when a person is talking to you, assuring you the sky and then one day when things go wrong by the score, as they sometimes do, the person never even checks on you. You notice inconsistency but what can you do? You are bound by the anonymity, the incapability to control circumstances.<br /> So many more things happen and I really wonder if we should trust the person on the other side who is on the other end of an Online Chat conversation.<br />But then again if you don’t trust you might not meet those few gems out there. All I think we can do is take everything with a pinch of salt and life won’t be so complicated. And what the hell, even if it is complicated? It is much more fun that way. Isn’t it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114596931182397380?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1145466827523000942006-04-19T12:08:00.000-05:002006-04-19T12:13:47.536-05:00IF YOU SAY 'YES, EXACTLY LIKE HOW I FEEL'; THEN................<br />YOU NEED TO CHECK YOUR EXPECTATIONS/ BELIEFS...........THESE ARE IRRATIONAL BELIEFS.IF YOU AGREE YOU FEEL IN A PARTICULAR MENTIONED WAY THEN DON'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU GET DISAPPOINTED IF THEY DO NOT HAPPEN!!!!!!<br /><br />1.<em> It is absolutely necessary for me to be loved and approved of by nearly everybody</em><br /><em>2. I must be thoroughly competent & adequate in all respects or I am worthless</em><br /><em>3. Certain people are bad and wicked and must be punished and blamed</em><br /><em>4. If things are not the way I like them, then it is a terrible catastrophe</em><br /><em>5. Unhappiness is caused by external events over which I have no control.</em><br /><em>6. Some things are terribly dangerous and life threatening, so I must keep thinking about them most of the time</em><br /><em>7. It is easier to avoid difficulties and responsibilities than to face them</em><br /><em>8. I am not able to do things myself; I must find somebody stronger on whom I can rely</em><br /><em>9. I should be very upset over other people’s problems and disturbances</em><br /><em>10. What happened to me in the past determines what I do and think now, and because some event was traumatic in the past, it will be traumatic now</em><br /><em>11. There is always and right and precise solution to human problems, and if that is not found, I must be very upset </em><br /><br />SINCERE SUGGESTION .........BE REALISTIC........RECONSTRUCT FALSE OR IRRATIONAL BELIEFS AND LIFE WILL SMILE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114546682752300094?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1144977641138928512006-04-13T20:14:00.000-05:002006-04-13T20:21:08.906-05:00'Freude' is not rare to find when you look within yourself.<br />It is in every breath you take, in every beat you make.<br />I was searching so long for something outside of me.Little did I notice that it was right within me.I decided to pause to think how to bring it out. I thought I'd fail but don't care now since anyways cannot take time out.<br />Solutions ask not what we need.<br />Solutions tell us what we need!<br /><br />There was a time I thought everything comes for free, you will get it if it's in your destiny.<br />And then now I think again.....Is that true? If so then no pain or cry should ensue.<br />But as we see the reality is else.....I need to make the most of myself.<br />I need to take control and decide where to go,<br />Destiny is a wild fire , it goes where the winds flow.<br /><br />I will make it in life. I will be successful.<br />I will win it all, I will be so cool<br />Now this is not an illusion , nor a bragging point.<br />I demand some consideration for I am one of a kind!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114497764113892851?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1144436891587050262006-04-07T13:54:00.000-05:002006-04-07T14:08:11.603-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/northern-lights.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/northern-lights.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/northern-lights.jpg"></a><br /><p align="center"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">Dreams are unpredictable<br />Dreams are subtle<br />Dreams are a giant wonder<br />Dreams are never in deep slumber<br />Dreaming of you, of him and of her<br />dreaming in void....never heard to occur<br /><br />Dreams lead to moods,<br />moods to desires<br />desires lead to wants<br />wants specified create tension<br />tension leads to oblivion<br />oblivion of all sorts<br />Oblivion to disagree to say no to division of parts<br />Parts disintegrated don't tell a story,<br />parts disjuncted lead to a state so gory........<br />Dreams are to blame and desires not<br />if you have no dreams can peace be sought?<br /><br />And then again dreams are not always wild,<br />they can be sweet<br />wishing always something great and grand not simple<br />goodness and grandeur is lunged for by people<br />Dreams of gold houses, showers of love and gardens of happiness,<br />comfortable cars, money machines unlimited.<br />lovely friends and very few foes.<br />Dreams keep you going , who says dreams make you fall over your toes<br /><br />But be careful what you dream for they say when you really want something it does come true,<br />the whole universe conspires to bring it to you<br />however how do you know to dream right when you don't know what is in store for you,<br />a dream , a nightmare or a combo of the two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114443689158705026?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1144346253249539882006-04-06T12:47:00.000-05:002006-04-06T13:03:29.556-05:00<div align="center"><strong>Courage is to stand up in a crowd and disagree,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to learn to ditinguish between every degree</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to face death with a smile</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to withstand the pain of a loved one's death.... all through the while</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to see pain and tell yourself you don't feel anything,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to face a storm and not break anything.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to understand the nuances and yet agree there exist none,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to abandon the easy way out and treat complexity as fun.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is to learn to give and not expect anything back</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is latent, hidden , it's not showcased in a pack</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage outdoes fear, </strong><strong>Courage makes you a seer,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage demands you dry the tear and courage means; in sadness you cheer.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is faith, </strong><strong>Courage is integrity,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courage is oneness even in 'loneliness - infinity'!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courageous is a child who can stand up and say 'No' to a stranger offering candy, </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courageous is the soul that can decide for oneself,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Courageous is an octogenerian who refuses to be treated though death is certain otherwise.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><strong>Courage comes unknowingly if only you let yourself free from fear of the unknown, self doubt and despise!</strong></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114434625324953988?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1144114964787691212006-04-03T20:35:00.000-05:002006-04-03T20:48:43.293-05:00I am so tired of even opening an eyelid now.Everytime I open my eyes, it's a new day with new miseries waiting to pop out of the blue and come and haunt me like that wretched nightmare which I most want to avoid.<br />Thoughts, thousands of thoughts, pounding, shouting, screaming, a cause of pandemonium.Grey cells wondering, confused.Obligated nerve impulses shoot.<br />Blood just drives to the nerve endings.What is the purpose, some more food for thought the environment demands.<br />Thirty times a day I look at the watch.Not to see if time has elapsed but hoping that it passes by fast!<br />Frustrated i stomp out of a room, irritated with even my own existance.Aura of sadness creeps mysterously , treachously close from within.<br />There are loads of reasons why and what became.But now there is only one insane answer in this mind.Stop, don't think.Just stop that thought....Now...Right now ...stop that thought NOW. For none have seen tomorrow and tomorrow may be too late to stop!<br />I want to break free, I want to dissolve,colors of the sun are a reason to live by, stars promise peace but they lay too high.<br />All I need is a water and shadow of a tree.I'd laze around, but goodness would the thought stop and leave me peaceful and sound?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114411496478769121?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1144002872028144212006-04-02T13:15:00.000-05:002006-04-03T21:04:45.693-05:00Finally the day arrived, I rented a car all on my own (courtesy a courageous friend who accompanied me on the drive), and yes drove on the Interstate.<br />It was a Nissan Altima, silver in color and smooth as butter.<br />First few things that went wrong included not adjusting the mirror,not checking the headlights and yeah most importantly, the gears shift- stick was a different make, a different design.<br />Anyways after much adieu and a few important rules or rather words of wisdom from that friend of mine, I took off from the parking lot of the airport and went to explore the roads of the city.<br />It was a wonderful feeling to be behind the steering wheel, to be in the control position of the car , rather than being a backseat observer.<br />Loved the speed factor. The car has good pick up and that i could make out even with the slightest pressure on the accelerator.<br />Given that I drove a little in India, i really did miss the clutch and stick shift part of driving, however driving was much more relaxed here..........in the U.S<br />I also made a trip to Peoria and back.Head was throbbing but forced myself to drive for I wouldn't get such a chance again.Did make a couple of mistakes and I think it is more of an ego issue to be told when you make a mistake that you are not supposed to.However to err is human and failure is the stepping stone to success.<br />Made a futile attempt to parallel park but consoled myself saying the space wasn't big enough to park the car.Indeed it was very little space!!!!!!!!!<br />Ended a day by driving to a gas station, filling gas and returning the car to the rental company.<br />Oh wow, what a feeling.All this to get a driving license and to drive away, far far away.One dream, one wish........to make a road trip before i return home.Let's see if I accomplish this one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114400287202814421?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1143583047640031302006-03-28T15:55:00.000-06:002006-03-28T15:57:27.653-06:00Colorless green ideas sleep furiously! <br />~ Noam Chomsky.<br /><br />The sentence says all i want to convey.Perfect Syntax doesn't always complete communication effectively.<br />Is it always so useful to be politically correct? Is it useful at all for that matter?<br />It is at times good to say things others would not like to hear if they are necessary.It is hard though!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114358304764003130?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1143494125950823842006-03-27T15:11:00.000-06:002006-03-27T15:15:25.970-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/fairysc1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/320/fairysc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."<br /> ~ Elizabeth Kubler-Ross ~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114349412595082384?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1143398533071184512006-03-26T12:41:00.000-06:002006-03-26T12:45:49.143-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />A warm sunny day filled with clouds,<br />teasing and chiding ,planning hideouts,<br />the spells of rain shower,<br />dry heated dust wants to savor<br /> the sweetness of breath and<br />the warmth of love<br />the trouble with desire is like untamed fire,<br />uncouth, unaware, unmeshed......<br />pure and raw ; it hurts me who is ill fated,<br />I want to stop that feeling,<br />don't want or long or pine;<br />love need not be reciprocated because<br />don't most of us think it is divine?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114339853307118451?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1143059386607653012006-03-22T14:26:00.000-06:002006-03-22T14:29:46.610-06:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">Lost something a little while ago,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea where to find it,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea why do i need to,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea where to go,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea when will i get it back,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea what will pacify my soul,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea how things will change,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea who will help out,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;">have no idea, have no idea at all.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114305938660765301?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1142914320886258492006-03-20T22:06:00.000-06:002006-03-22T14:26:23.150-06:00A Break and that too a long deserved one or for someone like me who doesn't get too many of those, a most wanted break we can say.Last week happened to get about three days off.No work , no studies or rather I chose not to part- take in any of those activities, essentially a part of my identity right now.<br />All this rambling is just an introduction to what? well a quick 'JAUNT' as a friend names it...To Kansas ....Beautiful, serene Kansas.<br />Yes this was indeed the same place where they had a tornado about three days before I landed there.Severe weather expected and yeah two friends who were so busy on the day I arrived.<br />But they made time for me.Made good food for me.Took care that I enjoyed every moment I was there.Introduced me to their friends and in short enjoyed the break to the hilt.<br />Good food included a stint to a restaurant called ZEN ZERO in downtown Lawrence.Ever end up in that town.....trust me ...this place is a must visit.Affordable and delicious food.Pad Thai was awesome and what was even more interesting is all of us ate with chopsticks quite successfully and patiently.<br />Besides all the fun evenings and the pooling night...........the last day in Kansas City downtown stole all laurels for this trip.Built on the lines of a Spanish province Seville..........this small area of Kansas City called Plaza was charming.Colors merged with the serene landscape and beautiful statues complimented the spanish villa style buildings.<br />The Barnes and Noble here is wonderful.If there was one thing I didn't like about this trip was saying Goodbyes to all and especially to my dear friends.....But I guess we have to go away so we can meet again......anew , enthused and yes ever loving ...............<br /><br />Will miss you a lot......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114291432088625849?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1142181655228173402006-03-12T10:36:00.000-06:002006-03-12T10:40:55.240-06:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Almost a week I had been dreaming to get a regular 8 hour beauty sleep this week. My usual quota of sleep now is somewhere between 4 to 5 hours a day. Absolutely ridiculous for I know this lack of sleep doesn’t let me function to my full potential. Nevertheless I do not mind it because I hardly have an alternative.<br /> Finally after a hard duty night and room checks (about 200) and another grueling 4 hours working at the front desk, I finally was free to leave for the night.<br />Yup! It’s that unexpected freedom that sometimes appalls us more than the feeling of being tied to something.I didn’t know what to do first.<br />Just took a quick shower, changed, and got all dressed to go bowling with friends. Did that. Lost both the games. I hate losing a game. I don’t know why!!!!!! But yeah it was fun.<br />Specially one of my friend’s was exasperated with her futile attempts to master the art of successful bowling……Which can be defined as where the ball hits at least one of the ten pins. She was eventually crowned the Gutter Queen.‘The Itchy from Trichy’ was another of my friends who gave us several techniques of how to play well…..inspite of not being able to play to his fullest potential (or so he claimed)<br /> My two other friends just commented on every single thing that they could think of and scrapped my plan of going to the Indian restaurant like nobody’s business but who cares about food when one is having sooooo much fun?????<br /> I talked to a few friends home…..Back in India two of my school buddies are tying the knot pretty soon! It was so exciting to talk to them, find out how they met their respective sweethearts and yes also argue about why the wedding had to take place in my absence(?????? Which anyways I don’t have much of a say in)<br />Then we all (the 5 bowling champs) went over to a friend’s place and watched a wonderful movie ….called ‘A FEW GOOD MEN’.<br /> It was a good movie and Tom Cruise looked amazingly smart. Jack Nicholson was probably at one of his best performances in this one.<br />ENJOYED IT TO THE T!<br />Came home late around 3 am and whoops, lay in bed counting stars……….Yes quite literally was trying to count stars on a densely cloudy night…….The moon looked awesome though. Called home, and then called some folks over in Mumbai.<br />It was good to talk so freely, since I finally have a break. But guess what….the spring break hasn’t even started and I am getting even lesser sleep that before………..Had to work at 6:00 am so that means had to get ready by 5:50 am.<br />In short, slept an hour and a half after I finished chit chatting with my folks about this, that and the other.<br />Hopefully spring will bring in some good luck.<br />Hope to get some work done……………and loads of sleep..zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114218165522817340?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1141886805396838862006-03-09T00:18:00.000-06:002006-03-09T09:23:39.530-06:00Well what do you expect? It's women's day they said.......A poetry slam in some shack or a coffeehouse or something, Nah, I had better things to do today! I retorted...<br />Like think about robots and how real life thinking doesn't help to build real perceptive robots.<br />I was breaking my neck over some research done way back in 1987 and believe me, I loved to read this paper.It was by an Artificial Intelligence researcher from MIT , U.S.A and what do you expect when you read work by one of the prolific reserachers in robotics from one of the best institutions of the country of his time................<br /><br />"Sheer exhuberance of his own bombasity???????"No , not at all.Infact the paper was a modest attempt to put things into the right perspective.<br /> As I got done with the paper and was about to leave I saw an old friend of mine.I hope she didn't think I pounced on her the minute I saw her............But seriously I was so so so so happy to see her.Not that we are amazingly close friends, but nevertheless I don't know why I think she happens to be just one of those few people I can connect with.I can talk to, even without talking tons of words. I was delighted atleast we could exchange a few sentences before she was on a way out to some show, she was going to attend.But yeah that was quite an experience and I think that really put me in a good mood.<br />I came home and dealt with a horrible work issue, with dirty undone laundry, dishes and a lot of homework but deep down in my heart I was contended.Why? I still don't know. But I was experiencing a little happiness I guess.Haven't been used to that happening lately but yeah life doesn't fail to surprise me every now and then<br /><br />I think there are people who make you go out of your way to avoid even a glance and then there are those OTHERS who inspire you.............<br />Inspire not in the sense to be like them, but just give you enough inspiration to have the courage to be YOURSELF..........<br />To celebrate your own persona and be the queen / king of your own personal bubble.To such friends<br />I dedicate this blog and to my dear friend whom I met today.......<br />Kudos to you! Don't know what's it about your personality that I admire so much but just think that<br /><div align="center"> To be you is to revere independence, to celebrate thought and to emulate enthusiasm!</div><div align="center">THANK YOU for being YOU!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114188680539683886?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1141503057332880562006-03-04T13:49:00.000-06:002006-03-06T20:21:57.083-06:00<span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : "So what you upto today you miniscule organ , one whole bundle of funny neurons, entangled nerves and so many electric potentials going up and down all day?"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain </span>: "Will be just chilling in the confusion today."How about you? Are you busy today? Feeling anything at all?"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span>: "Yeah a few wants have been on my mind recently (psk psk.....giggling brain at this point)<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "YOU ? have a mind too?" "Now when did that happpen?"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span>: "Is somebody feeling threatened now?" I mean I have decided to catch up on some skill sets that I was a stranger too.<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain </span>: "Now are you going to claim that you can do a better job of thinking than me?"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : "Now when did I claim that.Wow you can surely read between words!"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span>: "So what is the whole confusion about?" Have you consulted your action department at all?" "Is there nothing they can do for you to relax a bit?"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : " Oh I've tried it all.Now I have just decided to play low, and do what feels right."<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "Hey let me know if you need anything. I will be there for you!"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span>: " Yeah right!!!!!!! After all the overtime work that you have indulged in (thinking, imagining, contemplating etc etc) You think I am going to call you?" Yeah no problem...I will call you if I need you. Thank you.<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "Ah well it was my responsibility to ask, but yeah once again I say........Don't think too much....Your job is just to feel, not think......"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : "Well you are right and I shall feel too......it's just that since I need to feel right, I gotta think right too.."<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "Hope you feel better soon"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart </span>: "Hope you stop thinking too much..................For then I shall definitely feel better soon!"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "Ya alrite, truce.......I won't think now on.I will just not think!"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : "Hell you won't, why do you always have to go to the other end of the spectrum, can't you just be neutral?"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span>:"yeah like think and not think? IS that being neutral in your terms? Ha hah ha ha I'll try that.Sure"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span> : "Well you don't need to mock at me.All I want for God sake is a little peace of mind"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> : "ha Ha ha ha ha haha haha haha So now here we go again....Peace of MIND!!! the mind, one mind , your mind????? Ha ha ha ha ha. We'll see how that happens....Good Luck!"<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">Heart</span>: "Yeah thank you very much! I think I will get my peace of mind...............Whether you support me or not" Good bye!<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Brain</span> :"Bye Bye!" Take care darling confused organ with a bundle of veins and artiries pumping the hell out've you.!!!!!!!!!!!!"<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114150305733288056?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1141401376599396392006-03-03T09:48:00.000-06:002006-03-03T10:01:55.133-06:00Yesterday was one of those days when nothing appeals to the human mind.The brain has no qualms about wasting every minute on hand and eventually getting to a point where nothing and noone means anything worthwhile.<br />It was a totally unfruitful day.If there exists a word like unfruitful.<br />Talking on the phone, meeting friends, drinking coffee several times (justifying to myself that i needed a break) and yes then meeting friends again, (taking a break to read a couple of articles only) and then to highlight it all a stint to the Mall.<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/EastGirl_800.jpg" border="0" /><br />Now I wonder sometimes my life is an open book and everyone can comment on what I do, but when I say this ever so proudly why does it hurt to hear anything about my actions.<br />I waste time.I fritter at any given opportunity.<br />I take advice from everyone for I crib to no extent.Am I really in need of a purpose in life?Am i treading on a totally wrong sojourn? Need I assess my values?Does the future hold anything substantial for me.<br />Now the time is that I just forget answering all these questions and absolutely focus on what needs to be done right now, today.But then I wonder when would I get to answering all these questions?Undoubtedly I have been avoiding them.And I , who has average intelligence, decent resources and sound backing from my social realm.............how can I not be willing to push myself and achieve something.<br />The only good thing that happened yesterday though was a meeting with a German Professor.And I think it really made me so happy to get an opportunity to talk a few sentences in german with the lady.I will work on my next goal of doing some research study with her.Hope it all works out in the end.<br />A quote I had read recently said<br />"IT'S ALL OK IN THE END AND IF IT'S NOT OK IT'S NOT THE END!!!!"<br /><br />I hope this is true in all it's eternity.<br />To my new found motivation and to a spirit called LIFE........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114140137659939639?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1141265029322836282006-03-01T19:59:00.000-06:002006-03-03T09:48:11.870-06:00<div align="center">PHENOMENAL WOMAN</div><p><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I say It's in the reach of my arms </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I walk into a room Just as cool as you please </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts The grace of my style. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. </span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about </span></em><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;">'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#ff99ff;"></span></em><br /></p><div align="right">Maya Angelou</div><br />Oh I so love this poem.......I guess many of you out there would love it too.........just phenomenal , isn't it?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114126502932283628?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1141072458132655902006-02-27T14:31:00.000-06:002006-03-03T09:58:16.340-06:00This was an old composition for someone...........Yet my original work so I thought let me put it out there.................<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I think of the wilderness and the paths that converge there.</div><div align="center">Not one is ever treaded or bare.</div><div align="center">What i think then is let me go on one of 'em I fail to see what or where it leads to, but even then i go on hoping i will meet a traveller or two.</div><div align="center">I don't assume happiness and of course I am scared.</div><div align="center">But when i end up alone at the destination I have a traveller waiting there.</div><div align="center">I realize the path i treaded on wasn't the wrong one.</div><div align="center">I was all alone but the journey wasn't invain</div><div align="center">all because I had someone waiting at the end.</div><div align="center">I never knew about it so perhaps it was nice. </div><div align="center">Had I known i would have probably reached earlier too.</div><div align="center">What i want to tell u is your path is barren and you are travelling alone too</div><div align="center">but speeden up soon for i am waiting for you !!!!!!!!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114107245813265590?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1140972963546497252006-02-26T10:34:00.000-06:002006-02-26T14:28:51.870-06:00Hundreds of people have asked me "what is psycholinguistics?" i have explained it a hundred times too but this friday I actually got an opportunity to delve in the linguistics side of it.Wow, what a seminar.<br />The english department at my university coordinates a seminar series every spring.So this year their first speaker of the series was a Polish Professor, Dr. E.Tabakowska from Krakoff, Poland.<br />A very learned lady with an excellent sense of humor.<br />I thought let me share some of the highlights of this talk with other language enthusiasts.So essentially we come to a question ' Why do we need language?'<br />Answer isn't complicated at all.<br />Language is a medium to express.However how the iconicity is interpreted universally alike is a mysteriously interesting proposition of study.<br />Dr. Tabakowaska began with a simple sentence .............'The language I use is because I see what I see and I want you to see what I see.'<br />Well we all agreed to that. We do communicate because we want the other person to know our perspective but then the next statement she said,raised a few sighs and gasps.............' We see icons of a language, could be pictures, symbols or letters (also symbols in a way), these are arbitrary but they each have an assisgned motivational value to them.And this motivation helps us communicate and interpret.Often when the signs are assigned the same motivation in a culture, they convey the same meaning.However there are symbols that are universal and grammar that is universal and we often make sense of the world from the world itself.'<br />Now this was a little heavy to take it at face value but she made it a point to give us apt examples to explain what she meant by iconicity and language perception and comprehension.<br />To quote a few would be as follows.<br /><br />" People took pride in the peruque(instead of using a word like wig and the puffed petticoat, in the landscaped park , in the painted porcelain and the powdered pudendum (ibid, 595)<br />Now this statement not just describes the people of that historical period.......just the sheer use of words conveys their proud behavior, their uptightness and so many other things that the word order could have not if it were differently put.<br /><br />Another one was about how a statement can be made into a command or it can be impinged on the memory sheet forever by minimum usage of words and also it can be a much more sharp / decisive command if the words are equal length.Like Caeser's description 'Veni, Vedi, Vici.<br />Three words, crisp and starting with V which somehow reminds people of distinctiveness.<br /><br />Also another interesting thing was...........Ever thought about it...whenever we give instructions/ descriptions to people about where things are located/ kept , we give them in such a way that if the listener were to look for them they would just follow the sequence of the sentence and then get to the destination concerened.Although grammatically placing one clause before the other wouldn't be wrong we never do so.An instance would be as follows.<br />The book is upstairs, on your right, in the top shelf of the cupboard, right across from the blue folder.Now the right across from the blue folder could have been before we described that the book was in the top shelf, but we do not do so.<br />Now is it that cognitive linguistics are trying to study this phenomenon.However what remains to be found is whether it will make a huge difference in perception if this order were changed.I think it would certainly affect their cognitive maps.<br /><br />I would leave you with an age old Chomskian argument "Words do not make sense without meaning even though they follow the right syntax, for e.g the following sentence is grammatically correct but semantically it doesn't make any sense at all.<br />Colorless green ideas sleep furiously!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />So well think about why you speak the next time you do and wonder whether the motivation behind your language is the same as another person's......................................................<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114097296354649725?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1140448699833239182006-02-20T08:58:00.000-06:002006-02-20T09:30:18.300-06:00<div align="center"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/97ccre2.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:100%;"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><strong>The</strong> day had finally arrived (February 18th 2006) , unvieling the desires, overcoming the excitement..................... the final rush....the kick that acceleration sounds give us..... CHICAGO AUTO SHOW!</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">Probably the nation's biggest Autoshow and so far as the range of machines on display......well everything from the usual Toyota Camry to the very desirous Aston Martin and Maseretti.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">With a group of 7 people it was hard keeping track of where who was, in throngs of millions in the Mc Cormick place (just over a million sq. feet of space for showcasing these beauties)</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">It's hard to believe what a beautifully designed car can do to your adrenaline.Yes you right.It shoots up to no bounds.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">Starting the show with Ferraris and Porsches on display was almost like walking in dream county.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">It hurt a hell lot not to be able to even touch these splendid speedsters , however oogling at them was not taxed.</span><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Posters were out so didn't get any of those, except one for a Volkswagen.Nevertheless, photos were good enough.Yes it is one of these events when you really love having a digital camera..............</span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;">There were SUVs, two doors, trucks, Jeeps, Bikes (wish they'd let us ride them though) and yeah a lot lot many concept cars.Concept cars are more or less like dream cars.They are still in their conception stage, new ideas are incorporated and functionality is honed till they actually arrive in the market for a fair share in the consumer trade.</span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/a5bare2.jpg"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcc99;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/a5bare2.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a></span><span style="color:#ffcc99;"> <span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Oogling at the beauties got a little boring after a while.Yes coming from an ardent car lover, this sounds pathetic, but what should I say afterall human heart is sensitive to disappointments more than it is to moments of happiness.Sheer joy of seeing a car leads to a myriad other wants ; namely; being able to afford a luxury like a BMW convertible two door, or a Infiniti Coupe.Nah that's hard to surpass the reality that probably it will be until eternity till I am able to get one of those.Yeah there are short cuts like some of my friends were talking about..............Marrying a guy who has one of these.But then again it's an ego hassle......No marry for money , honey............</span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">Anyways so after much ado and a lot of heart ache, I managed to curb the desire of taking one of those beauties with me.Simple reason (not that I don't have money) I don't have a driving license yet.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">One of the most exciting things I have done in the U.S of A so far....................</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">A thrill, a rush a kick unknown,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">cars aplenty owners unknown,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">designers unnamed, companies pride </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc99;">I wish all these memories always dwell by my side!!</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114044869983323918?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13492360.post-1140188951021432492006-02-17T09:03:00.000-06:002006-02-20T08:58:21.430-06:00<p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/1600/I"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1164/1188/200/I%27am%20there%20na.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> MAIN HOON NAA </strong></p><ol><li>Every time you wonder if anyone really cares for you or not , don't hesistate to ask,</li><li></li><li>Every time you think the worlds falling apart, don't stop to cry</li><i></i></ol><ol><i>Everytime you question the rights of friends don't be disappointed. </i></ol><ol><i>For you least expect someone around, there are loads of people out there.</li></ol><p>Just give a call , for I'm only what 10 digits away, Ask for my advice it's free anyways.</p><p>Or just ask me to listen and I promise I won't say a word.</p><p>Empty your sore misgivings , we'll try to do what we should.</p><p>I'm there for you like you've been there for me before , Goodness given is goodness restored</p><p>What's the world if it ain't social enough to have all the sadness cleared????????</p><br /></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13492360-114018895102143249?l=grinninggoblin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>28112noreply@blogger.com1