Friday, September 21, 2007

Comprehending The Nuances.

What entices more to a contemplating mind - an idyllic Past, a hazy Present or an unclear & indistinct Future.

Lets Probe...

Past is so perfect because someone (and i don`t know who) says,'the mind retains only good memories' and the regrets are transmuted to retain only the residual contentment of the incidence.
Thereby making the Past so perfect, atleast in the mind.

Present is diaphanous because you can percieve only the most contiguous events and proceed to pursue them.You circumspect one and all potential scenarios and try to optimise your judgement for a possible elimination of hurt or neglect from those concerned, albeit, treading towards the objective.
An adventurous excursion in itself.

Future is the farther side of life.Its decides what we seek and yearn for, all through the Past and even the Present.The actions we take now are the testimonials to the story of our lives.For me, future holds the key to the triumphs of this day and age which inturn gets reflected in the chronicles of the departed.
A rationale to die for.

In the end, the journey is long and normally we need to trust, the instincts

Friday, September 07, 2007

Five Classic Affairs

This is an assorted assemblage of five extremely humorous incidents which i thought would tickle the funny bone in us.
(where`s that bone by the way ?)
Read the disclaimer before reading the affairs.

Disclaimer : Who Cares ... go on reading

Uno : The 1st Affair

A married man was having an affair with his secretary.

One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon. Exhausted, they
fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM.

The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and
rub them in the grass and dirt.He put on his shoes and drove home.

"Where have you been?" his wife demanded.

"I can't lie to you," he replied, "I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon."

"You lying bastard!

You've been playing golf!"

Dos : The 2nd Affair

A mortician was working late one night.

He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz, about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery. Schwartz had the largest private part he had ever seen!!

"I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz," the mortician commented, "I can't allow you to be cremated with such an impressive private part. It must be saved for posterity."

So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home.

"I have to show you something you won't believe," he said to his wife, opening his briefcase.

"My God!" the wife exclaimed, "Schwartz is dead?!?!"

Tres : The 3rd Affair

A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.

"Smith, Hurry" she said, "stand in the corner." She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder.

"Don't move until I tell you," she said. "Pretend you're a statue."

"What's this?" the husband inquired as he entered the room.

"Oh it's a statue." she replied. "The Smith's bought one and I liked it so much I got one for us, too."

No more was said, not even when they went to bed.

Around 2 AM the husband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer.

"Here," he said to the statue, "have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smith's and nobody offered me a damned thing."

Cuatro : The 4th Affair

A man walked into a cafe, went to the bar and ordered a beer.

"Certainly, Sir, that'll be Rs 100."

"Rs 100 ?" the man thought.

He glanced at the menu and asked, "How much for a nice juicy steak and a bottle of wine?"

"Rs 20," the barman replied.

"Rs 20 ?" exclaimed the man. "Where's the guy who owns this place?"

The bartender replied, "Upstairs, with my wife."

The man asked, "What's he doing upstairs with your wife?"

The bartender replied,

"The same thing I'm doing to his business down here."

Cinco : The 5th Affair

Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.

He looked up and said weakly, "I have something I must confess."

"There's no need to," his wife replied.

"No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"

"I know, I know," she replied. "Now just rest and let the poison work."


Monday, July 30, 2007

Eternal drops of dew...

Watching a nice movie at home on a sunday evening, all alone, far from the daily commotion is a layman desire which i always nurtured but never realised, only till last weekend.
With the silence inside the house, the thunderstorm outdoors blended perfectly to produce the ambiance which made "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" - a nice experience for me.
The Movie is based on a visionary concept of memory mapping and subsequently erasing the memory core.

A memory map is build based on the experience of the patient and thence starts the procedure to erase the emotional core that each memory builds on and on.Reverse timeline is followed meaning most recent to the oldest memory, thus finally effacing the entire block. The person forgets even subtle interactions.

The movie traces the tumultuous relationship of a couple both opting for the surgery. They meet again and inevitably fall in love, only to discover the vituperations of their long dissolved marriage. Its the Impulsive girl Vs Shy boy.
But the real twist shreds your senses.
The affair of the doctor and the receptionist.
Too good.

Both Jim carrey and kate winslet have delivered knockout performances.

The movie is based on the quote from Alexander Pope:
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd"

Stub :
You can erase someone from your mind.
Getting them out of your heart is another story.

And somewhere there, the drizzle, soothed my nerves again...

Monday, June 11, 2007

In the Era of the Great Roger Federer, lived a man called Rafael Nadal…

And the ever-looming Nadal nemesis fell again on the indomitable Federer. It was a King Vs King match, one of Grass with no defeat in past four years and a 48 match run including 4 Wimbledon titles and the other with 72 straight clay court wins.

Federer has 10 grand slam titles but he still needs the coveted French Open to complete a career Grand Slam of all four championships, which basically includes (Wimbledon, US open, Australian open and French open).And if it weren’t for Rafa, FedEx would have been savoring the pride of being the undefeated defender of the crowns.

Statistically, FedEx is 4-7 against Rafa and 199-7 against anybody else.

So beyond doubt, world number 2 is boisterously holding the title and I am thinking, without taking the credit any minuscule away from the great Fed, that if it weren’t for a King Federer, Rafa definitely would be the Prince of the Court. But the latter is 4-6 years younger than almost all his opponents and is on a quick road of experience which never dumps the seeker.

Way to Go Rafa…

Link : Federer Vs Nadal

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Anything but This...

Comprehending the stride, at which my life is Propelling the Kid in me to a clumsy grown up, is getting tricky for me.

Weekdays are as hectic an agenda as the (2x24) hours which my company thinks each employee should get out of (7x24 hours) per week to prepare himself for next Week.

Sundays are passing by as the roadside trees…Numerous for me to count but fixing me more firmly and deeply into the ground stifling me even for a breath… A calm, serene and stress-free breath.

I mean when you think about the lingering questions like--
When was the last time you felt that your life fits you?
Would you recognize the fit when it repeats?

Most of us live such intense and harried lives that we feel wants like to schedule even brushing of our teeth by electronic organizers (...if possible). Despite the frenzied pace of the world, personal needs ain`t supposed to be buried on basis of others' expectations.
What is required, however, is a change of perspective.

Afterwards it’s for you to discover.
And lastly a very beautiful piece of couplets I came across some day’s back that fits in here perfectly...

We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Winners or losers,
Did not care.

In the dark
They could not see
Who had gained
The victory.


Did we ever dreamt of the such a status-Quo...

“I’m just a dreamer. I dream my life away. I’m just a dreamer who dreams of better days.”

Courtesy: Ozzy “Dreamer”

Friday, June 01, 2007

A Taste Of My Own Blood

At a tender age of 24, I got first taste of my own blood. No, it has nothing related to acquiring any sort of vampiric aura but it was rather related to realm of my benign but not so harmless dental built up. Human anatomy has this strange way of finding or rather discovering the patch ups which individuals often neglect owing to life on fast track.

And with our tooth, hectic morning schedule and rushing to bed in evening with ever burgeoning bacteria because of improper brush leads to “Remove that Molar ASAP”, as it happened to me.

People say its wisdom tooth and the whole world is now bent on taking it away from me..???
and obviously they triumphed or else do you think I would be sitting here writing this piece of crap on a Saturday, which I think only I read and that too occasionally.

So it all starts with the syringe that took the sensations from my right periodontal gears.
and a hammer which when aimed at my molar lead to blood whirls in my mouth in no time.

That was what I was thinking when I wrote the headings…crappy brains.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

You are an Actor -- My Friend.

The fakeness of the real world is apparently nothing compared to the mortal innoculation of 'The fake' dose.Matter over mind is a thing of the past but now what matters is the abrupt commercialization of the credibility to the extent of abhorence,Once you get to the abyss of the amount of planning which people put in to achieve these ends.
What they don`t realize is that there ain`t no King-Kong.
Time takes care of it all.
You try being fair but what counts in the play is winning, for most, rather than the ethics that realise an otherwise innocuous situations.
Friend has got a deeper meaning.Under umpteen covers is the bare spirit which everyone seeks but usually discover disappointment when they get baffled at the hyper-labyrinth of the manipulated cover itself.The mirage, as they say, is nothing but the comfort zone which loosens the grip once you take a closer 'exquisite' look which means shrinking confidence,thereby making ways for egoes and doubting-thomases.
They say, you are a good actor, don`t they realise ... ever..
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts."
--From Shakespeare`s As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)