the story of 'same'

when no two persons
no two trees
no two moments
no two planets
no two atoms
can be the same....

how can the way each one of us thinks, be the same at two different points in time?

change is the order of life.
the sooner we realize this, the easier it will be to get over words like 'hypocrisy'

la tormenta

one thing that definitely appeals to all of us.
conversation.
but when it gets boring what do you do ? sure, we all go through this at one point of time.
then you get up and leave for all hell may break loose or the floor may burn behind you. and still you wouldnt turn back to look. 'cuz thats the power of boring conversation.

ok here's the thing:

people are talking. (not friends, but may be even at work or school..or just with your peers)
you're just sitting around getting bored, contributing to the conversation would be the last thing on your mind. suddenly.
not a rare thing..is it ? if it's a nicely gripping maze of boredom, the yawns that can turn out of this one are phenomenal.
of course, it wouldn't too long before you find yourself begging god under your breath for a helicopter right next to your chair.

i'm not a conversation queen..i'm rather the silent wanderer with the weirdest of thoughts flying in my own world. sometimes i'm in the middle of a conversation, lost, wondering what the color of the underwear that each person is wearing could be (ultra low waists save me the trouble but damage my imagination though)
it amuses me. a good lot does that (to all my friends reading this post, now you know why you should have me involved in you talks)

but i still can't talk to turn heads for nuts.
i walk if i want to turn heads..but i'll tell you about that later
that's where it's at.
i cant make for-the-sake-of-it conversation. i'd rather talk and listen for long hours about the political system if it interested me. or maybe about how birds behave when they migrate. or the minuscule details of the machine that makes chocolate chips. and the sorts.
offbeat, yeah. we are all offbeat in that peculiar sense of liking something that's unique for each one of us.
i can get over involved, even mesmerized, in a conversation that suits me. and so a suitable conversationalist.
but never for too long in the same crap about day to day life. fortunately for me, this is deja vous for all of us
(yet ironically, the chatter-nonsense types are also the one who spend most time in front of the tv listening to more hogwash than they can talk. i 'wow' that)


what would you do ?
-change the topic
-or play along for the heck of it
-or keep quiet and continue to get bored
-or get yourself involved in a game on your mobile
-or get up and take off ?
-or quietly draw one person in the corner into talking about what pleases you (oh, this nosy type, i tell you)

i've a kind solution.
if you're really bored and you cannot do a thing about it, just imagine. involve your mind in something funny about the people around you and give in to a giggle when you need it. that way, self-involvement is a great thing. if you can get away, do something with your time. don't give in to useless conversations just because you have nothing to do.
of course, a good outing...or a massage would prove more useful.

a note for people who enjoy talking rubbish : i salute you, and i wish i could do what you do. cuz then i wouldnt get so bored

yet, the best things in life don't always involve talking ;)

happy conversation-ing !

dedi to...the people who need it

pepper is good..

pepper spray is better :)
effective. revengeful.

cheers !

the eyes of the beholder

I've come across just too many dramatic statements by famous authors and intellects, that don't really define beauty.
They just come along, one after another and confuse the heck out of you and me, till we drop this excellent idea of wanting to pursue the real meaning of beauty.

Marie Stopes said : ''You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing''
Awestruck.
what truth !

but then Jean Kerr popped up and slipped another quote in : "I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want - an adorable pancreas?"
Laughter. No arguments.
What truth, again.

And of course, like you, i too have come across a lot of scoop on how beauty is brain and vice-versa. That concept has never failed to impress me or make me think. Yet, i wonder why that connecting word 'is' is actually there between two words like beauty and brain which can be independently appreciated. It's an extraneous connection.
I personally have always been of the opinion that beauty is of little importance without intellect.
But bad genes, my dear, are bad genes. Intellect is no consolation for that.

Einstein wasn't the best looking man on the planet, but he was definitely one of the most intelligent. Point noted, Your Honour. We all want to be the smart ones.
Yet, in this world where people are criticizing external beauty so ruthlessly and so many of us seem to disregard it with apparent unimportance....
why does each one of us, no matter how minimally, still want to contribute to better physical appearance and grooming ? here's the truth : beauty may be skin deep, but it bothers us to the core.

Beauty is skin deep. YES. is there a problem ?
Alright, let it be skin deep. However deep it is, it's only the skin that shows it.
So wouldn't it be rather stupid to have that beauty all the way down to your flesh?

And then, for those of us who go around arguing about whether beauty is inner beauty or is it just limited to what we look like...
let's make things simpler for ourselves. there are different kinds of beauty.
physical beauty is what pleases our superficial senses, vision and touch.
inner beauty, as we call it, is what pleases our deep sense, feeling.

Sharon stone is beautiful. Mother Teresa is beautiful. Princess Diana is beautiful. Mahatma Gandhi is beautiful. George Clooney is beautiful. Abdul Kalam is beautiful.With due respects to each person, all of us have our own, special charm. It would be unfair to run either down, be it outer or inner beauty.

Let's not console ourselves for things that we do not have, and instead spend more time learning to love ourselves for the lovely things that we have. Loving oneself makes one beautiful more than anything ever can..

....no title needed

"frankly, i'm not sure people have the brains to manage the technology they've got"

- hobbes

adonis...away i go

charm is a confusing and confused thing....
so beautiful, and yet so devouring
itself doesn't know what it intends to do. it tries to be sardonic, sadistic and finally is too goddamn successful.
i feel it..
i'm CHARMED.

here i come yet again

And we Laugh.
that's just the side everyone gets to see.
when you cry, you cry alone.. not because the world wants to leave u alone but you're too scared to be called a sissy..
I cry. In front of the world..
let them all know that they can frustrate me sometimes too.
see if people have the guts to accept the fact that they can piss you off sometimes.
most of them dont.. that's why they try to make it alright by laughing their not-a-penny-worth's-ass off like they did nothing wrong.
how informational !..sorta makes me glad

infinite emotions...all packed into 1400 cc of gray matter. how unfair !!!

anti rules - part II

it feels good to break rules and norms.

i'm not saying this out of sheer adrenaline. or agitation. or teenage revolt.
having crossed the second decade of my life, i can boldly say that there's still a little bit of rush, but so much more of calm.
teenage has been lovely...with all those crazy hormones going haywire, god knows how we thought what we did was always right.
of late, i've thought quite a few things over...the usual...and i've been wondering how you actually set yourself free...not physically or mentally, but free in the sense of the word. completely free..

we've been just too weak to even realise that our minds are so fiercely bound by ropes like false guilt and taboo.
nothing is a taboo, that comes to you naturally.
when you come around to gather the right mental strength, you'll know to go with nature..the nature of your feelings, your emotions, your life... and feel incredibly beautiful about it.

we were born to live..
let's live it up, baby !

aarthi

gar lic ky ..

a friend once said potatoes are better gifts for lovers than roses...
bourgeoisbuffoon.blogspot.com/2007/04/est-nuovo-rosa.html

interesting, right ?

but hey...if we can boil down to potatoes then why not garlic ?
it's stronger, it has 'essence', shoots don't sprout around and create a mess...and of course, it lives much longer than a potato.
from an angle, garlic is closer to looking heart-shaped than a potato is.
give garlic the credit, man

because gifting ur sweetheart a garlic, says :
''hey darling, you're plain to look at...and even if the world finds u stinky...
on the long run, you're great for my heart !!!'' :)

hail, garlic !

to a friend who made me think..

does humility take you where nothing else can ?

is arrogance just a shield for those who cower feebly behind a low self-esteem ?

is the superman IMAGE what people think, makes them gain respect, without even knowing who a real superman is...maybe the real superman is more than just a macho guy who wears his red underwear outside his pants.
maybe we should learn to bow down.. it's far more difficult than we imagine..it also makes us stronger than we imagine.

pride has a fall,when someone reaches it and pushes you down
humility takes you so high up that no one even gets there, leave alone pushing you down.

-aarthi

suffocating 'freedom of thought'...

Gregory David Roberts opens brilliantly in Shantaram,
" It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what i know about love and fate, and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while i was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realized somehow, through the screaming in my mind, that even in the shackled, bloody helplessness, i was still free.
Free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn't sound like much, I know. But in that flinch and bite of the chain, when it's all you've got, that freedom is a universe of possibility "

Brilliance, I'll say. Unadulterated.
There's nothing better that can define the freedom that the mind has.

It shows that no potential mind barrier like right or wrong, good or bad, ethical or unethical, or even the feeling of revenge can stop you from thinking and doing what you want to.
There are no red signals or speed breakers. There are no rules.

Rules make people hypocrites. Big hypocrites.
Have you managed to accept rules, in the depths of your being ? Have you ever realised how futile they are and how they weaken your mind ?
Rules are meaningless stamps. They are loud expressions of a certain majority that we pretend to follow, however unwillingly.
They deny a huge array of choices in life. They strangle infinite pathways reducing them to a few and close our thinking at some point of time.

Where there are unnecessary rules, there's confinement.
Where there's confinement, there's hypocrisy.
All this, just because freedom of thought is far more unaffected as compared to freedom of expression which, hides and changes depending on the people who hang around.

Rules makes our opinions untrue and fluid. We're scared of speaking out and being ourselves.
We're moving towards losing self-acceptance.
We're losing dimensions of our identity with every moment that passes by and filling all the empty spaces with meaningless rules.
The same rules stop us, deceive us and destroy us.

The next time you write on a ruled sheet of paper..you'll grasp the degree of confinement..
an empty sheet of paper gives you the freedom to do what you can't do with neatness on a ruled sheet of paper..
the only difference being, life is more than just paper.

Food for thought is... think whether you're thinking often enough about what you really want to think, or are there rules even in your mind ?

in case you're wondering what conviction is about, if it isn't about rules...conviction and rules stand miles apart. they're parallel but nowhere close to being called 'similar' because, conviction is what you make..meaningfully, by yourself and for yourself. and they're what you should really stand by.

''Where the MIND is without fear, and the head is held high...''
lets learn.

-aarthi

i....eye....

Ahhhh (stretching)...... it's been such a long time since i thought...i wrote....it's amazing how some of us don't find good time to do things worth doing..things that we like
nevertheless, let's get started.

the last couple of months have made me think about a lot more than i've wanted to realise...
a lot about the people i spend my time with..the place i need to spend most of my time at..
everything IS definitely happening too quickly. faster than i can even think
but what i've been thinking is what i've been realising..


Isn't it very true that our eyes are the key to our hearts ? or maybe the keyhole....
either way you'll never miss seeing what's inside

''There is a road from the eye to heart that does not go through the intellect.''
(-G.K.Chesterton)

I'll bet. twice.

True happiness shows if it's in your eyes...they sparkle with ecstasy..and deeper inside, peace

from elation to anger, from love to hatred, from virtue to vice, from appreciation to jealousy, from fortitude to fear,
from positive to negative energy...eyes are undoubtedly the only door to the truth - fortunately or unfortunately, due to the fact that our eyes are best connected to the conscience.

Conscience is the God of it all. it tells you what you should be doing, what you shouldn't be doing, and when you still go ahead and do that something which you shouldn't be doing, even just lying... it flashes in the eye and gives you away.

Eye language...is probably the best language known to mankind

the next time you're in a situation that demands the truth,
don't you think you should watch out for all those eyes ?

generally erratic

New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody, save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.
- Mark Twain

hobbes says....

''somethings just don't need the thought that people give them''

definitely worth thinking about :)

the green light at the traffic signal

On an afternoon of free flowing thoughts, my fingers are delightfully typing away the thoughts of a day in the week that just passed..
The story about a little green light, that helped me sort my life.

Before i go on to it, here are 2 questions you ought to ask yourself :

1. Do you REALLY stop, and take time out for yourself and your problems ?

to think about all the amazing things you have..when you needn't have been lucky enough ? to think of your problems and find a way to solve them..

your problem may be SMALL..
or something really BIG
and most commonly as it occurs, it seems small to the rest of the world, and only you know how much it annoys the life out of you.

anyhow, it's just there..hanging around..
and you claim to think about it. but if you think about it at all the wrong times..
-during lectures
-at work
-when you're out for a coffee with friends
-or maybe out on a date
-when you're spending that rare 'quality time' with your family or a loved one..
does it get you anywhere ?
NO.
your lecturer sounds like a moron...your coffee tastes bitter, your date turns out a bozo, and your family doesn't seem to understand you.
do you realise how substantially perspectives change when you think about your problems at wrong times in the day ?

it may sound stupid when i say that it's better we don't think about our problems at particular times of the day..the reason being, the mind's not really under the control of what you wish you could always think of.
on the contrary, reality shows you that your problems occupy a huge chunk of your consciousness. you keep thinking about them and magnifying them, blowing them out of proportions till your life seems to be suspended at the edge of a cliff..

2. More importantly, do you think when you have to think ?
Do you think of what troubles you before you go to sleep ? do you think of it when you get back home from college or from work ?
think when you're alone. it helps you think better.
think about it when your mind is clear. when you're low, never come to a conclusion regarding problems..
just phone a friend and talk.
if that's not possible,take a small walk..you'll be cool again.


My little experience :

last friday, on my way back home from college, there was an unending traffic line at sion..
and to make things better, my green signal was really short.. talk about bad luck.
the GREEN light appeared and the deafening honking began..i was, like what it seemed, miles away from the signal. my cab moved with the infinitely long traffic line for a few seconds..and the RED took over
the whole process repeated twice and I was quite frustrated at the end of it.
after a lifetime of waiting, we crossed the green light..
strangely, it seemed to relate to my problem..that though i was crabbed with the frequency of the signal, i knew, all the way, that i was definitely going to get that green somehow.

my problem with life, was my impatience with regard to my expectations..
and this, is the real problem with most of us.
you don't wait long enough for what you want. you don't wait till the situation bends your way..

so, here's what you'd like to be reminded about..

When you want something to happen, just work for it. And wait.
put your best foot forward..
It has to go your way, because there's no other way it can.

Things may seem to stop you or take you backward, but it's upto you to have faith in yourself.
I totally believe in the green light at the traffic signal. Do you ?

-Aarthi