little nothings...

I was reading about Preets random thoughts and found that I have similar thoughts racing in my mind..all the time...the only difference being my inability to articulate them like he did... when you feel like reading what those thoughts might be.. here

Long long ago, a very successful and wealthy business man, Dhanraj Patil was blessed with a baby boy. He decides to name his heir Pinku Patil. Pinku was a nice bonny little kid who was intrigued by the smallest and minutest enigmas of life. Pinku was fascinated by EVERYTHING, especially ping pong balls. The first time he came across a ping pong ball was when Dhanraj left his tennis raquet and ping  pong ball after a tiresome four hour game with his friend, Yuvraj Kapoor. So, Dhanraj Patil gets Pinku a ping pong ball for Pinku's fourth birthday and so began Pinku's rendevous with Ping Pong balls. After a year, Dhanraj: Beta, aapke janam din ke shubh sandarb pe aapko kya chahiye. (Son, what do you want for your birthday gift?) Pinku: Pithaji, mujhe ek ping pong ball chahiye (Daddy, I want a ping-pong ball.) Dhanraj is surprised at Pinku's wish. Year after year, for every birthday, Pinku asks his Pithaji for ping pong balls. Pinku finishes school and is the state topper. When...

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”

A story of hopes and dreams, of a new life and making it big; we came with a heavy heart leaving everyone behind in oblivion to finding a family and a home away from home.. treading a new path holding hands and not letting each other fall. we fought;we patched up we laughed; and cried together we cursed and cussed others.. screw the rest, WE were the world for us.. the late night walks and the scary talks, all the assumptions and presumptions; letting down was a part of growing up and could not dare to dream about letting go.. I don't have the power to change things; I would not even if I did; For if experience is the teacher, the mistakes are the lessons from which we learned Those two years,a precious part of my life Spent with people more precious; the memories will be cherished for long and the friendship will be treasured for ever..

A co-worker's boyfriend had asked me how can I leave the land of opportunities and go back to India. "What is there in India?" these were his exact words. " what is there in India" that I am moving back to? yes, there is corruption in India. There is pollution, population explosion, traffic jams, insensitivity,illiteracy, female foeticide and infanticide . There is lack of civic sense, lack of good organization and there is no cleanliness. We spit on the road and all the walls on the road are public urinals and men make graffiti with pee on all those walls. Haaa! tell me what isn't there in India. A lot of people I know don't want to go back to India for all those mentioned above and a lot more. And can we do anything about it? Yeah, we can fret about it and enjoy watching on-screen how the heroes fight these evils while we munch on our popcorn. may be, my being a hypocrite has a lot to do with the country I come from. The country, the state, the social...

You should stick to what you are and shouldn't try to change yourself. When you are used to breaking rules, you should break them. For the first time in my life i wanted to follow the lab rules and not carry my food and drink inside the lab which made me lose my coffee;one hot tall perfectly brewed !! Like a good girl I left my tall beloved coffee outside the lab door and the janitor trashed my coffee and imagine what it is like when you have to survive the next 16 hours in the lab when the whole country is sleeping and you couldn't get enough of your divine cuppa that was supposed to keep you awake!! I would have forgiven that janitor, if only she dint trash my bottle of water that was standing next to the coffee :( I often wonder why all the experiences that teach something have to be bitter..may be they should add bitter to the list of synonyms of good coz I have been told since childhood bitter gourd is good. if bitter gourd is good, then what is potato? bliss? but, do we ...

Relationships baffle me. And, they complicate life. They end up making the already complex life more complex. F is of the opinion that when we are born with relationships like mum, dad, brother, sister etc, why should we be the choosers of this relationship called 'life partner'. With different pressures from all the directions,the process many a time ends up in an entangled mess and crippled relations that cannot be patched. it makes no sense to me when people end up breaking an X relation to make a Y relation work. And yeah, the broken hearts that cannot be mended and the the million $$$ question is how happy you are at the end of this drama. Methinks , just being born with the 'life partner' relation would purge out so much pain from the world. I have always admired people who stood up for their happiness;people who knew what they want out of life and take the step to make it happen. If X had the guts to fight everyone for what X thought would make him happy, I wou...