It was 26/11, a month after the terrible terror attacks at Bombay.

Archanaa and I were walking through the metal detectors at Chennai railway station.

After the machines beeped at us and let us pass, she says,

"So insecure this world has become!!

Everything we need security

Every kutti-kutti thing!!

Even our cellphones need to have security codes!

Whaaat life this is!

Terribleitis! Terrible!"

Mirror

Often, I've wondered what is it about my presence, that makes you smirk and snigger.

Despise, but yet admire.

Today I know.

It is because, I remind you of YOU.

You are, in that very same situation, as I am.

Probably the worst thing you could do to someone you love, is to make them dependant on you.

The problem was this.

That not in any moment or circumstance, could she look upon him, dispassionately.

How stupid we humans are.

Accepting the wicked little joys, in exchange for bigger sorrows.

' Really, sometimes the little things, betray the bigger, deeper, darker, real picture. '

Thanks Naman, for the help with the realisation :)

In a way only he can, Himanshu sent me the following quote this morning;

'To be interested in changing seasons is a happier state of mind, than to be hopelessly in love with spring'

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Another one, courtesy Noshir.

" I want to go back to the time when getting high meant on a swing,
When dad was the only hero,
When love was moms hug,
When worst enemies were siblings,
When the only thing could hurt, were wounded knees,
When the only things broken were toys,
When goodbyes meant only till tomorrow.

Now we realise, that life's changed so much. "

I profoundly hate whatever it is, that damaged the most beautiful thing in the world.

. . . Or maybe it's just me.

"People, ha!

You know how they are!

Ungrateful! Heartless!

Today no one has a heart!

And we're loosing you to such people.

When you need them, they will never be there "

Let me tell you disillusioned freaks something now, you're wrong.

You are.

All of you.

And you know another thing?

If people are indeed like that, then you seriously, deserve them, at their worst.

Also, I never will become, what you want me to.

I will not stay, in your warm, dark cosy cove.

And as for 'Understanding'

To hell with you.

Seriously.

As for me having a heart.

Ha!

I just might, you know.

Also, are plans cooking to start a hypocrisy class soon?

If so . .

JUST DONT!

Helplessness is a disease

Naman disapproves of notes on Facebook,owing to the half-baked comments you get.

Like 'Woo!

Wee!

Yea!

Bravo!

. . You get the picture, don't you?

So, in the same context, he says;

'We are class, not mass

Mass is jhaant

Class is baat'

So much for self appraisal!

But still, Waah Waah!

:)

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For those of you on Farmville, check out my farm.

It's a work of art!

And don't forget to say hi to 'Joe', the Garden Gnome :)

365 days.

From the blur of a failing memory to the jolt of a broken promise, a name will mean nothing else.

Just you.

Was reading up about Jain's who renounce the world and take 'Diksha' , an oath of celibacy and detachment from 'Samsara' , the world, until death.

'Moksha', they say, is attained through this.

Whilst 'Diksha' maybe an extreme, isn't it true, that one can never be free, and therefore happy;

Whilst having attachments, and desires . . . . ?

Despite

- The AC on

- A wonderful bed

- The mosquito coil

- The fragrance of the potted roses

- His guitar by his side

. . He couldn't sleep.

Why?

Because, there were ants upon his head.

A voice screams in silence.

Waiting to be heard.

No matter what is said to the contrary,

Some people, and situations are just utterly hopeless.

There's absolutely nothing, within the realm of possibility, that you can do about them!

Just accept them, and continue . .

Another dose of sense from my dearest Veronica Kalpana Gautam :

Stop worshiping idols.

They're made of stone!!

We were talking of men and love.

And the question arose, if more than one can be loved, at a time.

Given the complex nature of love, it’s nature, forms and features; maybe it is.

I’ll go ahead and say, of course it is.

What about promiscuity then?

Emotional and sexual?

Love doesn’t mean ‘owning’, doesn’t it?

Is it unfair then, that a man be expected, to be ‘faithful’ to but a single woman.

And, when there is an all pervading and all accepting love, just what is faithfulness or faithlessness anyway?