tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22967794039556135332023-11-15T05:45:38.863-08:00mindmapssuperconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-3841180326128215222009-02-17T00:12:00.000-08:002009-02-17T00:14:01.355-08:00hopewhat is hope?<br /><br />is it<br /><br />not seeing the truth?<br /><br />not listening to the world?<br /><br />hallucinating?<br /><br />believing in a world that does not exist?superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-41790708482737829412009-02-17T00:05:00.000-08:002009-02-17T00:11:37.823-08:00conversationsi miss those conversations.<br /><br />once upon a time i had two friends who used to love talking.<br />at times i would wonder what makes them talk so much. then there were times i wonder how can someone talk so much. don't they get tired. but then i realized its not the talk, its the mind. which thinks so much. which has so many opinions.<br /><br />when they were gone is when i learnt something about myself. i loved to listen to them. do not know whether i agreed to everything they said or believed in but yes i would like to know and understand the point of view.<br /><br />but although i miss them so much.. i realised that one of them still talks a lot and we do listen... just that its not verbal. its written. he writes equally fast.<br /><br />thanks for keeping the conversations going...<br /><br />till we meet again...till i can sit back and listen again..superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-59538181982211111662008-06-03T04:12:00.000-07:002008-06-03T04:16:42.029-07:00lie<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="sqq">"a man who will not lie to a woman has very little consideration for her feelings"<br /><br />olin miller<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">well a friend of mine has taken this quote quite seriously....</span><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span class="sqq"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="sqa" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotes/friedrich_nietzsche/"></a></span><span class="sqb"> </span>superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-47660268575892462842008-06-02T04:53:00.001-07:002008-06-03T01:53:30.436-07:00convenient-----marriage or divorce?<span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >why do two people come together to live a life? to be happy? or they are scared of loneliness??? well...i dont know.<br /><br />But is strange as I see some people completely not made for each other. And its so visible but it takes them so much time to realise that.<br /><br />But is it fair that one realises it earlier... figures is/her life...puts everything in place. gets over the relation. gets ready to move on and almost figures it all. where to go, what to do etc etc etc...and then by the way informs the spouse before doing so.<br /><br />Does not give a reason also?? so the person has to keep guessing what went wrong, what she/he did wrong? could it be fixed? but are there any answers?? and not after 6 months of marriage .. but after years of marriage.<br /><br />why do people do that?? does it give them great sadistic pleasure or does it scare them to tell their partner. the one whom they loved and slept on the same bed with?? or is that convenience too???<br /></span><br /></span></span>superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-44204452791361544382008-06-02T04:39:00.000-07:002008-06-03T01:51:58.651-07:00Happy moving<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A few months back I had written about moving on. By moving on I mean jobs.</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When I moved to my current job, I had a lot of hope. Hope that things would become better. I guess thats because I am quite an optimistic person. Well thank god, because I have discovered a place that I like.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I always wondered what it would feel like shooting with all these big stars---film stars, sports people etc. And I thought it would be so great being face to face with these people. And now within six months I don't think I have that longing to shoot with some celebrity anymore. I just feel its like a job for me like its a job for them. They are all normal people like us. They get tired, they work hard.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once upon a time the dream was to meet these people and may be shake hands or mumble a quick 'autograph please'. But who thought that you will tell shahrukh or amitabh to turn right, look into camera ( not so much) and smile ( little more) hands on hips and he would happily do it?????</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Well may be we should think. It might just happen.....who knows.</span></span><br /></div>superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-81107306197503262072008-06-02T03:27:00.000-07:002008-06-03T01:48:09.167-07:00quiet no-where<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >25th jan '08</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >ever heard of place which nowhere. thats what i shall call shaheen bagh... a quiet little place hidden between some clouds and trees and one or two mountains. and what do u do no-where?? ......obviously nothing.</span>superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-71072399865706021382007-12-30T21:57:00.000-08:002007-12-30T21:59:19.147-08:00Think Different. So now?What do you do when two ideologies clash with those of someone you love and whose takes on life you've come to respect over a period of time? <br /><br />Do u care?<br /><br />What if you do?<br /><br />Do you give in?<br /><br />And then become bitter inside?<br /><br />Do you take a diplomatic stand? <br /><br />Do you stick to what you believe?<br />But at the risk of such a beautiful relationship getting bitter because of your obstinacy? <br /><br />Even as I write this, I know what I would do. <br /><br />There are some ground rules by which I live my life. And I can never change them... Come what may. <br /><br />But then that’s about me? Not you. Is it?superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-75519442186280357162007-12-29T13:57:00.000-08:002007-12-29T14:11:13.920-08:00Thank YouMoving is something we do often. By Moving I mean changing jobs.<br /><br />I used to more than often said my friends. Then one day I decided that I wont move that often. I had joined Lowe. <br /><br /><br />Three years in one place was unimaginable for me. But today as I look back, I must say were very enjoyable and definitely the best working years for me. Why? do I say that?<br /><br />Because It taught me a lot. I met people who inspired me. Workoholics. I want to be like them when I grow up I thought.<br />I met friends. One big fat-ass whom I very fond of. A girl who became my partner. And many more.<br /><br />But what I really learnt was to tolerance. To tolerate people I hated. I despised.<br /><br />Imagine going to office and seeing the most depressing face in the world.<br />I would have run away. But no. I stood there firm and said to myself, this is an art I have to learn. There will be such people in my life. They live. Why... well I dont know. They exist. Why? I again have no answer. But yes it's a challenge to see them everyday and still focus on what you are and what you want to achieve.<br /><br />I am thankful to the most depressing person in my life. He taught me a lot. He taught me what I should never be. What I should never do. He taught me endurance. <br /><br />What he taught me was to look past people. Believe that they dont exist. To close eyes and yet keep them open. <br />Wow. that's a lot. But I wonder why don't they teach this in school. Would have been much more easy wouldnt it?<br />But nonetheless it's still a learning and Thank You. O depressing face!superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-89057562381636784452007-12-29T13:38:00.001-08:002007-12-29T13:42:33.521-08:00Why?A small girl came to my house today.<br /><br />She was all of four. <br /><br />As she saw me without any remorse she said," Why you so fat?"<br /><br />I looked at her amazed. <br /><br />But why? It was such a simple question. <br /><br />I mumbled an answer and thought why aren't we so simple when we grow up.<br /><br />Why are we taught <br />to fake our emotions. Hide our feelings, questions, anger?<br /><br />And then I looked at her parents who almost looked embarrassed<br />and I knew the answer to my why.superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-39271042577107892202007-12-29T13:34:00.001-08:002007-12-29T13:34:12.509-08:00People?Twenty storeys<br />That’s what it looked like<br />One huge giant in front of me.<br /><br />Ok I said to myself<br />This is it<br />As I climbed<br />Smiled at each face which crossed me<br /><br />But each one…<br />They didn’t smile.<br />They laughed.<br />Laugh?<br /><br />That’s supposed to be nice,<br />I opened the door<br />17th floor<br />Wow<br /><br />So many suns<br />So many moons.<br />So many smiles<br />So many laughs<br /><br />Six months<br />A big party<br />Huge moon<br />Celebration<br /><br />As I walked I realised <br />All laughed again<br />What was so funny<br />Why couldn’t I laugh<br /><br />Just when I was pondering<br />Some of them walked towards me<br />They kept coming closer<br />And closer<br /><br />One pulled me<br />Other dragged me<br />I screamed<br />But people were laughing<br /><br />Suddenly I was in the middle<br />And they all were around<br />Walking and clapping<br />And of course laughing<br /><br /><br />One by one they tried to touch me<br />Nails on my had<br />My head band on the ground<br />Finally one tore me blouse<br /><br />They stripped me<br />One by one<br />They hurt me<br />They laughed<br /><br />I yelled<br />I hid<br />I shrugged<br />I wept<br /><br />Not one<br />Who came<br />Helped me<br />Why?<br /><br />They laughed<br />Louder<br />Cheered<br />Clapped<br /><br />One by one they left<br />Seventeenth floor<br />I shut the door<br />I had lost my shame<br /><br />The mirror<br />Sinfully saw me<br />Naked from within<br />Stripped of all myself<br /><br />I sat<br />One more sun<br />I walked out<br />So many faces<br /><br />They all smiled<br />They didn’t laugh?<br />Why aren’t they laughing?<br />Why am I not upset?<br /><br />Next day a young man<br />A gentleman<br />A taxi and a suitcase<br />Sixteenth floor<br /><br />Walked up to me<br />Smiled<br />I tried to smile<br />But I could hear myself laugh<br /><br />Why am I laughing<br />Laughing at someone I don’t know<br />What happened to me<br />I had become one of them<br /><br />Them?<br />No<br />I had become<br />The peoplesuperconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-7818985583471435662007-12-29T13:31:00.001-08:002007-12-29T13:31:42.895-08:00One dayGreen lawn,<br />Purple dahlia, or do they call it lilac..<br />white shorts uncle..<br />the only colour he wears,even the hair,<br />sheru, just one step behind<br /><br />Tring tring,<br />Doodhwalla<br />Sleepy sweaters, in reds and blues,<br />A morning sun<br />An eventful day it will be.<br /><br />A wardrobe of grey<br />Buy today will be magenta<br />Where is it<br />Behind that green skirt<br />Hiding was it?<br /><br />A little honey and milk <br />Dusky face, save the hair.<br />Get ready girl<br />An eventful day it will be.<br /><br />Tring tring<br />Call of the girls. Oh no Not today.<br />Yellow beds. Now ochre.<br />Chi Chi. Change that girl.<br /><br />Boiling sambhar!Turn that knob.<br />Fry that papad! Put the lid.<br />Is there decoction? Ah.<br />An eventful day it will be.<br /><br />Some beauty sleep?<br />Naah!<br />Ding dong!! Is that?<br />Will it be an eventful day?<br /><br />Three thirty.<br />Fidgety fingers!<br />Lonely streets.<br />Moms asleep.<br /><br />Sambhars cold.<br />Papad is soft.<br />Make up is gone<br />Dahlia is wilted.<br />The waiting.<br />For an eventful day to begin!superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-79377559674796751222007-12-29T13:29:00.000-08:002007-12-29T13:30:28.787-08:00A stone who taught me to liveI sat in the corner till a face looked at me.<br />Hi! He said.<br />And he had me wondering…<br />“What a face”…A stone<br /><br />Gum? He asked.<br />What do I do in return, I asked?<br />He smiled.<br />Ah.. The Stone that smiled.<br /><br />A smile that, changed things.<br />Things that became important.<br />Importance that he gave me..<br />Me that wasn’t me anymore.<br /><br />He scared me.<br />He lied to me.<br />But I knew him too well.<br />I hated him for what I knew.<br /><br />He taught me to love myself.<br />He taught me to love people.<br />He taught me to love him.<br />He taught me to Love. <br /><br />We so different.<br />Yet so similar!<br />Two worlds<br />That saw the same things.<br /><br />Then he met her.<br />And I..<br />I was happy. One more. I thought.<br />Till he went away.<br /><br />Till I realized.<br />That I had let something go.<br />That I had let someone go.<br />That someone had become important<br /><br />She was lovely.<br />She was so right for him<br />I hated her.<br />I wished I knew voodoo.<br /><br /><br />I opened the cupboard.<br />I picked up that dagger.<br />He was quiet, sitting, calm.<br />I stabbed him.<br /><br />I hurt him.<br />As I saw the blood trickle down his shirt, <br />There was blood all over my face.<br />I ran. Ran so fast as if my legs weren’t mine.<br /><br />Opened the tap.<br />Washed my face.<br />A face so ugly so gruesome.<br />The mirror laughed at me.<br /><br />The door rang.<br />I opened it.<br />A face looked at me.<br />Hi! He said.<br />And he had me wondering…<br />“What a face”…A stone?superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-42185980177906818152007-12-29T13:27:00.000-08:002007-12-29T13:28:24.256-08:00TonightTonight is the night when I cant sleep.<br /><br />Tonight is the night when I missed myself.<br /><br />The night is black. As black as it was?<br /><br />I guess not.<br /><br />It’s me who has got lost in the black tonight.<br /><br />To find me. I need a map.<br /><br />My map is in my mind.<br /><br />My mind is in me. <br /><br />But me is the one I have to find.<br /><br />Am I making sense?<br /><br />But how? I have lost my mind. I have lost me.<br /><br />Tonight.superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2296779403955613533.post-30935939017741839252007-12-29T13:18:00.001-08:002007-12-29T13:20:53.613-08:00Mr SmirkA smirk follows me everyday.<br />I turn to look at it. I run away.<br />It’s following me. Ah I see a tree behind the house.<br />Let me hide behind the tree. Ha ha. Intelligent I think.<br /><br />May be it will miss me and walk past, but nah. <br />It follows me.<br />I know there is no escape.<br />I close my eyes may be I will not see it. It has no sound. I wont hear it.<br /><br />I slowly open my eyes hoping it’s a dream but no.<br /><br />I woke into my dream. My eyes are open but I am dreaming.<br />It’s when I close my eyes. When I am alone. It silently creeps in front of me and stands there.<br />I can see it from the corner of my eye. <br />I wake up. I can’t keep my eyes open for long. <br /><br />I know it will shut soon but I am hoping that my eyes remain open. <br /><br />I show it interesting things so it doesn’t close but my mind doesn’t control it. It doesn’t listen to me. <br /><br />It closes. Ad there I know my friend mr.smirk is there right in front of me.<br /><br />No escaping. Revelation. Knowledge. Fear.superconfusedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03688824118601416924noreply@blogger.com0