Linguistically Indifferent :(

Linguistic Impartiality – New Weapon in Politics

Gone are the days when the fight was for “Development” and “Prosperity”. This is the new mantra of Desi’s brought out by the political regime – “Linguistic Dosage”. There was a time when Desi was to be our Pride, but this it seems to be washing away with time. Now, Desi has been linguistically divided and politically spoken of for “States” and not for the real meaning “Desam aka Apne Desh ke”.

This has raised eyes and debates, which seem no end. I am stunned, to answer the one question “Who are you”? Am I just me an individual, or an Indian or a Hindu or a Marathi or a Marathi speaking Hindu and what not. The list seems endless, and lost in the melodrama of politicians. Are we gone so insane, to not understand this mere fact of life, that it’s India we speak of and not a religion, language, caste or creed. But alas, they have played their cards, and we are mere players who dangle over here and there, winning games for the f***ing players.

I know we fight to keep awake our roots, our culture and our sanctity. But is it lawful to force something on someone. Truly not, or what are we asking for. Is it to change our Nations sanvidhaan. Truly, if need be, I do vote for it, but then there is a lot of good stuff to be changed, than fighting over the trivial details. You have poverty to fight, development to do, castesism to work out, and corruption to do with. If I get it, I can change a lot of stuff, but is it worth changing it just for ME, or is it worth to change things for a country. I wish, our good old Netas understand this, and act on this. I just wish, and wish and wish and keep wishing.

Well well well, I guess that’s over with. Just one thing I did like to raise, a question to all “Who are you”? If you can answer this one thing, then you know what to do. It’s no point in arguing over linguistic differences, differences which divide us in parts. How many more parts we need, and how many times we need. It’s tiring and heart breaking to see, that we pride ourselves over “Multicultural Society” and still we fight over such politically incorrect propaganda.

There is always a new funda everytime the vote bank goes down, it starts with Bandhs, to Morchas, to Racism, to Castesism, to Cultural differences. It’s a wave, that keeps flowing, and who will survive, not you, not me, not us, but just the people who started this. To me the future seems blurred, as to introduce myself, I did need to speak 114 language, and 216 other dialects or bolis, or to say “I can waste my 60 years learning them, and finally go to places in my own country”. More precisely, the future of india will be written by 60 year old scholars, who know nothing but just languages and bolis. Hmm, sounds good to me, I guess it sounds good and happy to everyone . Good going India, we can see the future coming. I just wish, that we Indians can speak out bluntly “We are Indians”, else soon our introduction to the world will be something like below:

“I am Mr. Shyam, from xyz State, speak zzz language, and come from zxb sect” and India will soon die. So Jaago India Jaago. We don’t have a problem with Hindi or Marathi or Telugu or Tamil, but we need to communicate irrespective of anything.

Fact File:
It is a common belief that North Indians speak Hindi, and so we dominate the Hindi language. But like other states, there are different languages in North India, they have their own culture and beliefs. Why is it then that Hindi is common for communication, coz it’s been understood and accepted by all. Mumbai, Pune, Hyderabad are cosmos, and there is never a linguistic fight, unless some “gud to be netas” say so. When our jawans fight over the border, they don’t speak a language of state, but speak the language of unity “One for all and all for one”. When our teams play, they don’t play for state, but play for india as a whole. They find a way to communicate, irrespective of different cultures, they stand in unity. That’s what we need to learn, that we are Indians first, and always. It does not matter what we are, but it does matter who we are. :):)

Churns:
I was wondering, if everyone stay in their own states and no mixture at all, we’ll soon be living in the ages of Rajas and Maharajas – Protecting our ases at the states, afraid to venture out. Hmm, so is this the start of a new era of secularism, or reverse generation, let’s see.

 

Attitude!!! – Mr. Atts :)

“I don’t have an Attitude Problem, but you do have a Perception Problem”

Ahhh, it’s been quite long since these fingers scribbled over the keyboard to write something. Damn this work, have kept me busy for so long. Not sure if I did missed out something, but hopefully there is always a day to start afresh. So, let this day be the one, and so this day is the one (not to mention the date ).

Ages have passed and ages will pass by, but this world will never forget nor live without the one and only one – Mr. Attitude. Yes, he is the MAN (irrespective of the sexes u know, he stands tall of em all). This is the story of Mr. Atts (as I call this Big Shot Guy – Quickgun Murugun ). He came from nowhere, and will end to nowhere, but everyone loVes and haTes to have HIM. I too wantssss to be partssss of it, but then sometimes Mr. Atts is taken the wrong way out, and it becomes ‘F***!!! Attitude haaan’.

Btw, I guess not many of you know of it, bur our Mr Atts, is split into personality (not the multiple persona disorder dudes and dudettes), but coz he has twins and thrins and more (u can count them on at the end of the post). This lil tough guy from nowhere, has always been criticized and judged. I always feel bad for him, as he is been kicked with utmost atrocity. Wherever he goes, HE is noticed all of a sudden. It hardly takes minutes or sometimes just seconds before he is slapped over with ‘See that attitude’. Gosh, he has no way to hide, coz he is just a mere player at the hands of the big players (Bechaara, naam lekar phans gaya saala).

One thing that utterly and butterly confuses me, is the word itself i.e. Attitude. It is a Dual Core processor junked inside nOt a Pentium (I wish it was a Pentium – beauty with brains), but with two facets. “Wow, what an attitude” actually means, our Mr. Atts behaved well here (normally u get this from the sweet ladies). (sigh)“What an attitude” actually means, our Mr. Atts have been bad bad and bad (normally goes with the ladies). Naah, don’t bother and confuse the shit outta you, Mr Atts is not a ladies tale, it is just more reflected from their perspective. Guys are just simple in terms, they hardly see an attitude, but always try to keep one (at least dikhawe ke liye for sure).

So that ends part of the tale, but our Mr. Atts is never bad, it is the way he is SHOWN to the world, that makes him Bad. Now, when do GUYS talk of attitude??? Ofcourse, when the Girl Next Door shows so (well well, truth is, jab kissi ladke ka dil ladki tod deti hai Nooooo karke). And, when do Girls Next Door blurts an attitude outta their mouth, when the sweet guy did not do so many things (normally the list is endless), which he ought to do when she is with him :O. So, it is hard to find a guy with the right attitude, but it ’s always easier to find the girl who does not show an attitude.

Finally, why do Girls leave Mr Atts at all, just coz – they are the oNe man guy (hopefully be it), and ek myaan mein do talwaare nahi reh sakti.

Churns:
The oNe thing I always wanted was an Attitude, and that’s the only thing I am left with now . I have been struggling to think of composing this, and thought, let’s go ride the basics. So attitude it is, and attitude be it.

Fact File:
Attitude is never bad, but attitude which drops of ego or self appraise or self esteem, is bad. It is just the way of expressions and words that convey the real meaning. So, ‘He has an attitude’ could be a compliment or a despise. After all, you are the creator of your own destiny .

 

NullReferenceExceptions!!! :)

Exceptions are part of life, they are everywhere,. But these ‘Reference Exceptions’ are a one-day meal off for a developer. It’s so bad and hard when you come across one of these. But are they just short of a POEM in the IT industry. Let’s see, coz we all are part of the system, and so all these ‘Mind Scratching Exceptions’ are part of our life too.

I suddenly venture out of my room, and all of a sudden, am just nowhere. I was confused, as I could not remember where I was headed for. Ooops, it seems that I have been travelling MILES and still destined to NOWHERE. Yes frens, that’s one perfect example of Null Reference. I moved on with my thoughts, and alas was at the edge of nothingness. I finally recovered, and got over my senses, called my friend and asked his address. Ooops, I tried a lot to find, but alas could not. Seems I was held in a loop and exited with a ‘File Not Found’, umm should we say ‘Address not Found’ exception. So, here I am, with another blog, but this time it is a ‘Tryst with Exceptions and References’.

Well well, this is not a class for techies. What I meant is to remind everyone of their references, the day they are gone, is the day we are left with finding one (Hindi mein Jugaad ). Now, why do we need these references, umm, you need ‘Employee Reference’ for a job, you need ‘Postal Reference’ for a letter, you need ‘Address Reference’ for a Mall, and you finally need a ‘Bank Reference’ to pop up your ‘White Money’ and so on and so forth. Isn’t all this so obvious, and still we always think that Null References are part of Software. Think again, the day your Bank Account shows NULLL Reference Exceptions, is the day your Cheque bounces, and everyone so GOOD around you just doesn’t seem to be so now:D [Money hai to Honey hai].

Yessss, this is the funda, the funda of references (even your wife/husband, parents and children are references and related to you, just think of it). Let’s deal with more life sequences (umm, and gals are my best frens for that ). You approach a Gal, and she just boggles over with a Ring Finger (and ofcourse a ring on it). Ooops, that’s an Object that already has been referenced. But here you are looking for a GAL that throws an Object Reference Exception (aka means she is ready to Mingle, Single or not is a different case ). Isn’t that the case, coz you wanna be her Reference. .

The other question, if she already has a reference, then why we have this world of broken hearts, divorce and cheating. Simple dudes and dudettes, where there is a WILL, People always want to be IN it. So, this is just a simple and straightforward example of Multiple Inheritance. Even though the new era has stepped out of this feature, you have the features of Interfaces (C# I guess:D). Check one, check two, and you probably have an object being references to different things all at once. At times, the workflow is created to use the same object, but being ‘Instantiated’ more than once. Now, if your Class did not have any STATIC variables, boom you are in for a TOSS, coz all the variables are set back to ZERO again (or to say, your GAL/GUY is gone – no more memoirs of u and ur Love Affairs).

Hope you all are fine, but I guess some of you might be lost in translation, and I fear some of you got ‘Divide by ZERO’. I am sure it might have got in through, coz something for someone and sometimes are hard to decipher (Lolllzzzz, I did not mean bad, just that this topic is more related with guys in IT field though). Btw, the one thing to keep in life is, a Constant Relationship (aka references to your beloved one’s). Constants don’t change ☺.

PS:
It was a humble effort to explain the exceptions of IT in a more formal and real world example. Just one thing I always believed in, that the concept of OOPS is close to Real Life. After all, we are just objects, finding our references all through. Our base class is Human, but we have been broken down into subclasses deriving from Caste, Creed and Color. Let’s wish, that we all remember our TRUE classes, or we will soon fall in the loops of just Objects, destroyed by the Garbage Collector .

Fact Files:
The best one I always like, is “Object Reference not set to an instance of an Object’. Cool it sounds, and cool it is, just the right thing to let you know, that this Object has no reference. What does that mean, umm, simple though, he does not have a parent and family to look after. So unless you create one, you are damn in a problem. And that’s what our life is also, after all we are just ‘Objects’ of a ‘Class’ inherited from ‘Parents’:D. Sounds strange, but that’s one thing we always start with in Computers (remember those good lectures on Inheritance on C++). FYI, I am looking for an Object, with Property as Girl, and whose Committed reference throws a Reference not set Exception :P;).

 

fIrSt dAy… ;)

It was a good day, the day I was going to join my office and start afresh with new hopes and heights to achieve something in life (well, u realize the truth later ). I got up early in the morning, went to gym (with a fear still purging inside to meet new faces), and gave my face a sweepstake with my razor. Ahh, I looked at the mirror “Damn you, you are in Pune and you look so gross”. All these big small questions came striking to me, What if the HR is my dream girl, or my colleagues are some sexy girls. If I go this way, I will look like a damn sick trodden guy and as the well good old Samaritan said “First impression is the last impression” – bole toh, pehle hi gObar gHantal .

But contrary to all these thoughts, I had to go, coz this wasn’t just an ordinary day, it was my first day at the office. Office is a place where we enter for 5 days a week (for some 6 too, but we are the ingineure de software ) on time (never ever did that in college though), and come out late evening dreaming of what next. My friend dropped me at the office and bid adieu, while I stepped inside the Gates. A new beginning of a new career, and a hope “Idhar to kareeban sundar baalayein hongi” – sorry frens, guys will be guys .

Jokes apart, and there I was standing affront our HR. Luckily my luck is never shining when it comes to girls, and so I need not mention about the ‘my HR’ – Umm, she was decent and married too ☺. But then, being an optimistic, I still had hopes to see something. After all, there has to be a beauty in this world. I got my ‘Buddy’ listed out, introduced and the spree of introductions started. Geeek!!!, that was so utterly butterly delicious, specially moving from cubicle to cubicle, with a smile tearing my lips apart and uttering the one word ‘Hello’ and the parting thoughts of ‘Nice meeting you, but then sorry who are you…..ehhh, I don’t really got your name”:D. But yea, as all good things come to an end, so did this. I was relieved and when I looked back, I hardly remembered any names (F*** not even those girls – ooops, not the kinda I was hoping, but then Girls are either sweet or very sweet .

Kher, this melo+drama ended soon, and I sat affront my system, looking at the Network guy playing with CD’s. It looked as if he is confused and wants to strangle his knowledge today with my Idiot box. Finally he got his chance to show his genious, while I sat there ideally looking at all the unknown and known faces, lost in my thoughts: D. Whatever, it ended soon (partially), as it was time for lunch. My buddy picked me up for the first day. I was excited, after all, the HOPE is always there – Ab everywhere there are exceptions in life, so should be here to (Sundar baala ho, Shusheel chahe na ho). Hmm, that was my stake and take as I went for lunch. Ooops, I was shattered, there is nothing eye catching, and then I learnt the big theory – The other side of the shore is always greener, and am on the wrong side .

Finally the day came to an end, and so did my sleepy tweaky mind. Met a lot many people, and hardly do I know if I met them before. Pranked and played around a little with fun, and still I felt part of it, and it was fun. I looked around, and everyone has started to leave, time to pack your bags you fool – Wow, I felt in Cloud Number 9. Kuch bhi ho, ghar se accha kuch nahi hai ji. Time to pack your bag (yea frens, I got a bag and a notty pad + a diary). That ends the day, and ends one of the most excruciating movements of life – The First Day. It was finally good to be home, with people you know and people with whom you always feel yourself (Bole to, soon I’ll be part of the company family, par it was just the that FIRST instance of my fIrSt dAy).

Churns:
First day is important in everyone’s life, be it for marriage, honeymoon, school, college, work or anything. There is always a first time. The feeling of meeting new people, and challenging yourself to get acquainted is always different and exciting. I was lucky that I got a friend within one day of my joining. Ahh, let’s make things clear here, this friend is a HE not SHE .

Fact File:
This is my second job, and I was quite excited. I liked being in there, as the culture is quite different. I felt a little lost thought, but got used to things and people around me are very friendly. Just that, I miss the sweet sexy girls around me (and I have always missed it, as there were never ever anyone:D:P;)….lolllzzzzzz).

 

1984 – History vs Facts!!!

What’s the Matrix? This is one question that I keep asking myself after watching the 1st and 2nd series (Ooppsss, I watched it long back, but this one question always questions my mind). Are we living in a matrix, which itself is REAL more than the REEL we been acquainted with. It looks more real to me, as the mere fact of TRUTH seems to have swept away, and everyday I hear more facts than fiction. What is truth is still unknown and what’s to come is still unknown (so what we know and what we ought to know seems confusing ).

I just came out watching the movie 1984 (based on a novel written by George Orwell). It is a fictional novel on drama of ‘Big Brother is watching you’ (remember that show on Big Boss, in India, and Big Brother in Foreign �” it is based on this novel). I was shocked on the way it was portrayed, as it showed how the “then Govt” played with History and Facts. The facts were changed into history and history was lost forever, until our one HERO Mr. Winston Smith comes out to seek the truth.

I have been thinking all over since then, and unable to figure out what is true and what is history. Every time something happens there is always a ‘Second Story’ behind it. What is to be believed and what not seems to be a dilemma of thoughts and dreams. This novel trails out the mere fact of how the people have been befooled and trickened to believe in something that never existed and still ‘Thinking” was a crime (they called it some crap as Thought Crime ).

The news of ‘America on Moon’ falsified and the ‘9/11 attack’ gimmicks roamed around the Internet. The Fight between Porus and Alexander been criticized in the movie ‘Alexander the Great’ and the life of Akbar strangled by some historians. It instills the thought within, if the history we read is really what it is, and if our children will read the history as is what we see it today. It sounds confusing, but then there are two mere facts of life ‘Change is always constant, and Facts are stranger than Fiction’ .

Some other crucifying facts, which either came off lately, or still hiding under the shadow, is the knowledge in our Vedas. There are a lot many ‘scientific’ things that have been subdued in the mud of Facts and presented to us as History. I sometimes start doubting if really this world is the Matrix or are we living to find our ‘Neverland’ (Well, I would just wish to be there once, and create my own;)).

Umm, even this text written here might be lost in the air and changed and brutalized to be believed in something (if at all I became famous, lol). Why I say so, coz per the matrix, everything and anything in this world is controlled by the machines (or that smart black suit guy ). Oh and yea, even the text where this blog (or article) is going is a server with database �” Subject to change, anytime anywhere. Just kidding, they won’t get anything on changing this, but you never know what goes in the mind of ‘Big Brother’ and if I commit a ‘Thought Crime’ [LOL]. But just think, if really “What it is, is not really it, so what really is, is lost, and still we believe in something that is not, and search for something that s lost”. Yuppieeee, I did it again (I know it is confusing, but this Novel is confusing) ;P.

FactFile: If you all get a chance, read this novel �” 1984 by George Orwell. It is a well-crafted novel, which challenges the Government on fooling the people of the REAL facts.

Good Stuff: Some good texts to read if you are interested in the Indian History, Vedas and Facts.
http://www.indiamike.com/india/chai-and-chat-f73/india-facts-t11046/
http://bbs.chinadaily.com.cn/viewthread.php?tid=568833&page=4

 

I am Gay, and I am Proud of it ;)

I AM GAY AND AM PROUD OF IT

Since the Government has passed Sec. 377, I think it is appropriate to announce the bitter truth of life, the truth about many and still many try to hide it. Oops! I can see the surprised look on your faces, and I still feel proud to say this. This word (the enlightening word GAY) has been clinched at the throat and been subjected to extreme atrocities, to an extent that we fear to call ourselves GAY (or even utter it in public).

Yes, I am gAy and I am proud of it. What’s so bad in being gAy? Is it not our very right to be what we want to be. It’s the one word that God always wanted its people to be, and still the people have abused it. Phew!!! The simplistic and logistic word that portrays happiness and brings smiles to many faces, have been slaughtered and accused of portraying something against the ‘Nature’s Laws’ – If actually anyone knows what in the Name of God is ‘Nature’s Law’.

To tell the truth, if you all are not GAY, then you are not living a life. The only suggestion I can give you is “Get some life you Slop Heads” . After all, the more Gay you are, the more close net relations you have, and the more people appreciate your gayness. Geesh!!! I like this scary look on your faces, as the word GAY comes out. Don’t feel shame, and be proud to say you are Gay, after all there is a little difference between the words G*Y (Guy or Gay rather all Guys are Gays or All Guys should become Gays….lolzzzzz).

So, now you all are aware what’s the real meaning I wanted to bring out (and if you still don’t get it, then frens “Go get some F***ing Life”). The word gAy has been taken with disgust for quite some time, but it is word of great wellness and happiness (the one meaning that everyone of us always missed out). Gay actually means to be happy, but we ‘Humans’ always like to see the other way round. The second word that has been condemned to most atrocious behavior is ‘Love’. Oh, you think it is not, then you might LOVE someone, and still make LOVE to someone else, and that will make you happy and gay [btw, making love is a replacement for having sexual relations ].

To end with, I am GAY and I am proud of it. And yes, I am Gay when my frens are around me, when I am with my family and when I look at a bhutiful Lady (Sundar Shusheel Sexy Bala actually ; Lady has been exaggerated: P). So, just enjoy this life and remain Gay, and the good part with Gay is, it is common for Gals and Guys, so any one in this world has the right to be GAY. Cheers!!!

PS: If you still don’t feel comfortable with the word, and want to have a real feel of the Gay Movement (here I actually mean Gay as in Same Sex Sex), then watch out ‘MILK’. An excellent movie on the first GAY movement started in San Francisco by Harvey Milk. More details: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gay

Fact File: The GAY as in here means “Happy, Carefree, Cool”. And yes, i do support the Gay movement, as i still feel it is not against nature, rather nature is with them.

 

A Wednesday……

“We are Resilient by Force, not by Choice – Saga of an Common Man”

Mumbai attacks rolls over the Indian sub continent, with bloodshed all over the streets. People are terrorized, and hauling over, screaming, helping and freaking. It is a havoc that’s been created just in a blink of an eye, and then we receive the mail from some ‘terrorist group‘ taking ‘Responsibility’ for the attacks. That’s the world we are living in, a world of fear and freedom.

Everyday we start off from home; there is a life within us, brimming with joy, but also a fear of ‘what if’. The attack on Taj, and metro cities has left people agonizing about the ‘Facts’. We are no more living in the world of fiction, where the wArS were always fought at the boRdeRs. This is the REAL world, and we are living with the enemies, the enemies of human kind – More preferentially referred to as Terrorists. They are here, they are there, they are everywhere.

We are not dealing with religion or sects here, but we are dealing with the one’s who spread this wrath in the name of God. It is not about Mumbai blasts, but this fight has been going along since ages, be it the LTTE in Srilanka, or the Al Quida in Afghan, or the Lashker Ai Taiba in India. It is a war against ‘the inhuman’, to which the Government just blames on the single word ‘Terrorist’. Yes they are terrorist, but what are we doing? Where is the Harmony, the Unity, the Sovereinity we so pride upon. It all seems to be lost in the THIN air, coz we still believe in one simple cause of cAste, rEligion and cReed. But these ‘in-humans’ don’t have any, for them the only target of this life is ‘Terror’ and the ‘Terror’ they create. Their only AIM is to Divide, but we have to prove them wrong every now and then.

I know it is easy to say then really STOP them, but unless we act and understand our responsibilities of being citizens, and responsibilities of being the savior of Janta (Politicians), this thing will never end. Solutions are immense, but prying over things on safety, and still not following the safety terms, will really lead us nowhere. It is WE who have to decide, and help make this world a secure place.

But, if these things continue, with the cOmMoN mAn always being the target of injustice and malice, the day is not far when he’ll rise, against all odds, and he’ll create a day, the day called Wednesday. And when this happens, then “eVery Day will be A Wednesday”. Jaago India Jaago!!!

Fact File: My inspiration for this article has been from movies “A Wednesday”, “Mumbai Meri Jaan”, and “Black Friday”. Best scene from the movie I liked http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8Qlgel48rU&feature=related.

 

Women……

The innocent beauty with her fonts,

Wrapped with Dolls, that’s all she wants,

Down with fear and trembling feet,

She steps out to face the heat,

Feels the air and the breath,

She comes out to be the best,

From the doll to a mom,

Her inspiration just charms us all,

Taking hold of her inner self,

She walks the road with self respect,

Wondering all through in her heart,

God give me strength to be this smart,

A daughter when my parents see me,

A son when my parents need me,

A wife for my darling hubby,

A friend for my loved buddies,

A mother for my little baby,

A support for my new found daddy,

All this just for a cause,

She can work without a pause,

Just to keep that lil smiles,

So her family sees that from miles…..

PS: I know am not a good poet, but just gave it a try. Cheers!!!

 

Love….

“Crossed Hands, side by side, deeply looking into one’s eyes, feeling the pain and pleasure, and breathing the air together. That’s what GenX defines lOvE to be.”

I know this is quite contrary to my Genre, but i thought i’ll give it a try. After all, ‘There is Always a First Time‘, and today be it. I have been wondering and shouldering from times forgotten, as to what makes Love. Once given to speak an extempore on LoVe, i startled and put myself ahead of a different meaning to life aka ‘Last Outcome of Voluntarily Execution‘. As i uttered these words, i felt confident enough to speak through.

But did that make sense? What’s a “Voluntarily Execution“, or is Love all bout being executed (aka sacrificed) for the mere crime of falling in Love. Guess what, i did liked the idea, coz u always FALL in Love . Even the best critics and those hell bound crack minded love birds, never talk of ‘Rising in Love‘. Good though, coz once you fall you learn how to rise. So i called it ‘Voluntary Execution’. Rest, i need not explain the term ‘Last Outcome‘ as of course, it is a drama engulfed with beethoven extracted of it’s symphony (u’ll get what i mean, when u fall in lOvE, LOL) .

Okie Dokie, that’s for the fun part. Seriously, What is love? – “tis not here after, present mirth has present laughter, what’s to come is still unsure, in delay there lies no plenty, then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, youths stuff will not endure” – Ahh a good line from Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” (but the irony, our Mr Clown speaks it here). Btw, i never understood it, as the Clowns sayings were deep, still not worth diving in. But then, what really in the name of holy mother and the father and the little guy who lives down the lane isLove? – Read the last bold line, “Youths stuff will not endure“, and you will get what it all means. It is the WE youths thats made this word LOVE wrinkle around in every parents mind, struggling to know if their LIL cHutkas and cHutkis have been engulfed in this Darkness (oops, Indian minds still dnt like the taste of this lOvE you know ).

Let’s take a cake walk. Love is “Child’s believe in her mother, a wife’s belief in her husband, a persons belief in his/her friends, a dogs belief in his master, a mothers tears for her hurt child, a husbands support to his dear wife, a friends overwhelming smile to their friends, a masters cuddling of his dog“. Love is more practically woven, than theoretically spoken. There is love everywhere, but you need to find it (F***, now all you guys don’t run around finding girls, that’s NOT what i meant….). Gosh, kissi ne sahi kaha hai, “Guys will be Guys“, and to an extent they better bE. Coz, if they change, then there will be nothing like ‘floating love‘ also termed as ‘fLirTing‘ – Aka, the good gals like it.

Umm, ever been stricken with credit bills, and sweet talks for nothing, well then you are INTO something the ‘GenX’ call Love. Now, the bill seems less, when the girls give a cRedit, but is this really what you were looking for -  “Billing the Billi“, if so then think again. To be fair, is always doing what the GUY wants is Love, then think twice or better thrice (btw, beware of the MMS mania, this surely is not Love ). And to end, i would still suggest you to find what L-O-V-E is, or else understand this “Look, Opt, Visualize, Evolve” aka, Look out for Love, Opt out the Best, Visualize your Future, and Evolve with Him/Her – This is what we call to rIsE in lOvE. And yea, a precaution, never ever become the ‘Last Outbreak of Virtual Excitement’ or in other words Infatuation/Crush .

Churns:

I still know nOt what is love, and am still finDing one. The above article was for fun, and please don’t take it seriously. I respect the one’s who have found love, and i respect the one’s who are ‘Looking Out’. As the song puts it “What is Love, Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsCXZczTQXo ).

Fact File:

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing

An archeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

“Don’t love me for fun girl, let me be the one girl, Love me for a reason and let the reason be Love“

 

Finding Me……

“It is just a thought of your inner sense that combines the oblivion of the heart, and makes me know you better than the better half……That’s me, in short that’s just an expression of the mindless soul, filling in a blank page, a thought and dream of the sage. It scribbles by something, following the end of stage coloring the world with rainbow making a world complete of thoughts…….

In short, I am just a blank page, that makes a living on words, and by words I live to die ever still……”

This is what you see when you enter my ‘Orkut Profile‘. It sounds detrimental to the human eye, of a false paradigm floating with paralysed thoughts. But ever wondered what it meant? It is the confusion and blindness of the souls, that are deep breathing within us, the souls which dwell with Caste, Creed and Color – And so, i am a blank Page .

I never imagined that WE ‘Humans‘ (as we tend to call ourselves when Hatred penetrates around us) are the one’s thriving on it. We bring the inner self of Injustice live, with the mere question still boggling over the souls – ‘Who am I?’. Am i the son of God, or the son of Allah, or just a prayer of the sanctity of heaven, sent with a mere objective of ‘Living‘. Yea, that’s what ME is – Living on Words.

Pride we do, and pride we take to call ourselves Human…..but in real, we seem to be clones of the REAL humanoid, who were sent for a mere task of ‘LIVE and LET LIVE‘, which they could not suffice, and created a whole catastrophic doldrums of ‘Live Free or Die Hard’. But it is still so hard to find ‘ME’ in this saga of life and death. Where the mere enemy is the ONE within Me, so who should i blame? Its ME who needs to change, and understand the pleasantness of ‘Human Being’ holding a lamp and finding the PATH to holy land – And so by words i live to die ever still.

I know this all sounds quite confusing, but the whole point of confusion is to FIND yourself. We have been lured in this life with so many things, that we have lost our existence as a Human, and been attracted by Pride, Greed and Creed. But will this help US and OUR World prosper, i do wonder. We think in terms of City, State, Country, but did we ever thought of the World? No, we die for a country, but did we ever thought of dying for the world? I know it is hard to digest, but then what is Racism and Caste and Creed all bout? It is just about us, and the mere fact of us still deep diving in our souls to FIND the one question ‘Who am I’?

We exist right there, and still we wonder about ourselves. We wonder of beings around us, if He/She belongs to where i belong (ahh, again the question of ‘finding myself’). But why do we need this? Why this differentiation? We say, we are Indians, and still fight over religion, castes and more so, we are the birth place for ‘Racism’ too. Don’t be shocked, ever heard the term ‘North Indian’ and ‘South Indian’, ‘Maharastrian’, ‘Gujrati’ etc etc. Isn’t this a discrimination on the ‘Looks’ and ‘Color’. Omfg, you are beginning to envy the Evil within you, but then WE have become ONE. All this just for one reason, we never found ‘Main Kaun Hoon‘ .

Fact File: I got this thought from an article by ‘akansha’, and also from the famous song ‘Bulla ki jaana main Kaun‘. Well, he pointed out some good points, which i expressed in a mere melodrama of oddly confusing words. The real meaning being, don’t confuse your self, and find the REAL human within you, and then see this WORLD will be a better place to live in.

Article by Akansha – http://submit.meraarticle.com/article/united-we-stand-divided-we-fall-406-1.html