Nothing is old, nothing is new,
it's just a matter of your point of view,
enjoy life as happy days are few,
because if life is an ocean, happy moments are like dew.
------------------------------------------------------------from Dharam
I've seen castles made out of sand,
met people who believe destiny is engraved on the palms of their hands,
I've seen people change their faiths,
experienced love change into hate...
I've seen people grow younger with age,
and a bird which wouldn't fly out of an open cage...
I've seen love sold for money,
people who are devastated inside but outside they're funny...
I've learnt to expect the unexpected, perfection doesn't exist,
we're all defected in our own small ways...
some may believe you're one in a million,
for others you're just an other in a billion...
so live life with all you have,cherish all moments happy or sad,
'cause life is too short and we're here for just the moment.
-------------------------------------------------[variation of msg from Monu]
Zindagi ek raat hai jisme na jaane kitne khwaab hain; jo mil gaya wo apna hain, jo na mila wo sapna hai!
-------------------------------------------------from Dharam
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Another cellphone dump - another
On the street, you turn a corner, and that's it! Nobody here knows you, or who you are. I like that, at times like now - 1840 hours, 20th August, 2010.
It's agreed then - Shah Rukh Khan has chutzpah. :D [Thanks to Mr. Khushwant Singh for an explanation of the word in one of his pieces.]
A discourse on how people choose their lucky numbers, with special emphasis on their decision-making processes. I won't tell mine right now.
The first thing to understand about myself is to be clear that I am a biological being, evolved through time, and evolving as I type. From this, I choose to infer that I should try to evolve myself consciously, so as to better the chances of a...comfortable, maybe, existence for both me and my dependents.
It is I who spends time with me the most, hence I must understand myself the most.
To continue the last point [time=understanding] empathy is key to understanding human psyche at a larger-than-unity level. I like this 'unity' word. It's one of my few takeaways from maths tuitions from The Only.
Bare advertising spaces in the Metro coach I'm in, one of the new Bombardier-made ones. Electronics on one side not working properly. Probably newly-commissioned into operation. This is what D M R C has managed to do - earn empathy and forgiveness for small slip-ups. Even the pillars crashing didn't defer that. It is a good sign, one I've written about before. I'm proud of the Metro. Some people still need to learn civic behaviour, though. A very small proportion.
Watch The Silence of the Lambs and A Serious Man, one after the other, starting with either. I liked doing this yesterday, it helped put a lot of things...no, it didn't help solve or even help show possible solutions to my myriad problems, but it DID help along my optimism to try another day at living.
A person wearing an open-buttoned shirt is not necessarily a fighter, and even more improbably a survivor. Unlike, say, the kind of survivor who is comfortable in two layers of clothing. I must explain this kind of psychological profiling better, much better.
This world HAS to be real, to all appearances. How else could the exhilaration of body surfing rapids be experienced?
A girl walking slowly, ambling, along the side of a main road...I have walked in that way myself, sometimes, and I don't think it was ever in times of satisfaction, only dejection. I feel bad for the girl, and myself. Still, as they say, such is life.
I have the best intentions but I don't see the reason why people [perhaps including myself] see people only for what they are not.
I am an excellent infiltrator.
C W G will pass, but our bad public habits won't. The D M R C being the sole exception. Also, Dear Mum, if you're reading this, I would very much appreciate an iTouch. The latest one would be the icing on the cake, but you know I'm not picky. :)
It's agreed then - Shah Rukh Khan has chutzpah. :D [Thanks to Mr. Khushwant Singh for an explanation of the word in one of his pieces.]
A discourse on how people choose their lucky numbers, with special emphasis on their decision-making processes. I won't tell mine right now.
The first thing to understand about myself is to be clear that I am a biological being, evolved through time, and evolving as I type. From this, I choose to infer that I should try to evolve myself consciously, so as to better the chances of a...comfortable, maybe, existence for both me and my dependents.
It is I who spends time with me the most, hence I must understand myself the most.
To continue the last point [time=understanding] empathy is key to understanding human psyche at a larger-than-unity level. I like this 'unity' word. It's one of my few takeaways from maths tuitions from The Only.
Bare advertising spaces in the Metro coach I'm in, one of the new Bombardier-made ones. Electronics on one side not working properly. Probably newly-commissioned into operation. This is what D M R C has managed to do - earn empathy and forgiveness for small slip-ups. Even the pillars crashing didn't defer that. It is a good sign, one I've written about before. I'm proud of the Metro. Some people still need to learn civic behaviour, though. A very small proportion.
Watch The Silence of the Lambs and A Serious Man, one after the other, starting with either. I liked doing this yesterday, it helped put a lot of things...no, it didn't help solve or even help show possible solutions to my myriad problems, but it DID help along my optimism to try another day at living.
A person wearing an open-buttoned shirt is not necessarily a fighter, and even more improbably a survivor. Unlike, say, the kind of survivor who is comfortable in two layers of clothing. I must explain this kind of psychological profiling better, much better.
This world HAS to be real, to all appearances. How else could the exhilaration of body surfing rapids be experienced?
A girl walking slowly, ambling, along the side of a main road...I have walked in that way myself, sometimes, and I don't think it was ever in times of satisfaction, only dejection. I feel bad for the girl, and myself. Still, as they say, such is life.
I have the best intentions but I don't see the reason why people [perhaps including myself] see people only for what they are not.
I am an excellent infiltrator.
C W G will pass, but our bad public habits won't. The D M R C being the sole exception. Also, Dear Mum, if you're reading this, I would very much appreciate an iTouch. The latest one would be the icing on the cake, but you know I'm not picky. :)
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