Highs and Lows

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The sign above specifies that it is going to be yet another "rambling post", so you can very well not bother reading it. 

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I cant sleep tonight. Its nothing out of the ordinary, but I will miss the very weird dreams I was having from some nights. They made good "Things to think while you brush". Last night in one of these dreams a random dude hit me with a very heavy whiskey glass. I had to get stitches. After I woke up, while brushing my teeth, I kept touching the back of my head. Just to be sure you know. 

Some dreams have this nasty habbit of seeping into the real world. Its not totally unfair as we think about real stuff in dreams. So they have some right over our reality. If you think I am just talking Non-sense, I will tell you about a dream I had once.

It was in college and I was kinda very senti types over a girl. In my dream I recieve a phone call from a very close friend who kinda knew who the girl was. I find out that this call is actually not meant for me. My friend had called the girl and was telling her that I was not the right guy for her and all this crap about me. Now due to some dream world cross connection I get the call too and am able to hear all this. As is pretty obvious I am pretty pissed of with my friend and also kinda heartbroken as the girl simply agreed to him in the end of the conversation. Now the biggest shock for me was when I was woken up by a REAL call on my REAL cell from the same friend. Imagine seeing the name of a person who has just almost spoiled your life, flashing on your cell. Boy o Boy he never would have expected so many gaaliyan from me then and only after about 5 -6 minutes of choicest of punjabi gaaliya I realised that I had a bad Dream. Poor guy still has no idea why he had to listen to me gone mad.

This is just one example you know. I can tell you many more but I wont.

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If you are wondering why I titled this post "Highs and Lows", then I should tell you that it is because a friend and I were talking about Highs and Lows today. Its not important for you to know what all we talked about Highs and Lows. I told you only to convey that the title of this post is relevant.

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That blog is so pathetic. Really.

Yes That One.

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Sometimes you know someone (B) who knows someone else (A) you know. You want to know whats up with A, however A is dumb bitch and wont tell you directly. You cant ask B coz B's a motherfucker and you hardly talk. But you know that B knows something about A that you really want to know. 

I should know all about A. B should get lost.

What to do?

Sometimes you are in a Soup.

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Score Sheet

High|Low

   0   | 1

Bad Binary Joke.

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ps:- Hey Ko, will do the tag in next post.

The Best Goodbye

Watch Dasvidaniya to understand this pathetic joke. seriously people It is an awesome movie and a must watch.

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Life is so bloody weird these days. Even after spending a whole day in front of computer, the time i really feel relaxed is the time I sit in front of a computer at home. Sometimes I just watch the green and red dots on my gt list while some other times I have to make do with gray ones. Cant write anything half as good as my previously written crap writings and my sense of humor is getting so so pathetic that at times even I hate myself for saying some very bad joke. God bless Swati and Saurabh who have to tolerate my nonsense all day in office and many times at home too.

A friend asked me to get a life some days back. That day I felt very angry at this remark of his but today, I just want to know where can I get hold of it.


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Random Song
Title :- random

kuch khatti meethi yaadien
kuch ankahe phalsapho ki
an-chhapee kitaabien
Bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun k...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

jo saath bitaye the tere wo
bheege bheege pal
jiski hardam aarzu thi
wo aane wala kal
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

lekar kismat nikle hain ghar se
hai manzil kahi duur
chaahe raste ab alag hain apne
kahi milenge zarur
bas unke baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun...
Jo bhi hua, achaa hua

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
humien hona tha judaaaa

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
jo bhi hua achaa hua
sab khona tha jehaan

ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
bas tere baare sochta hun
aur ye kehta hun
Jo bhi hua achaa hua
Jo bhi hua achaa hua

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The Name is Blonde...

Each day we fall a little lower. Slow death.

I think about..

Relationship statuses

When we are not single we usually say we are committed (sadly i am not part of the "we" here, but what the hell). I feel this to be absolutely illogical and so awesomely wrong. 

After single you become double. Its this simple, but if still you want to complicate things and luck is also on your side, you might become triple ;) . You can also change common phrases like, "single and ready to mingle"  to "double and having fun in the muddle" or to "triple and having fun got me crippled" or any other phrase of your choice. The important thing is that logic should be maintained. Everything else is just nonsense.

Now some of you who take pride in proclaiming their status as committed and now feel bad calling themselves, wait, you dont have to feel bad about anything. You can still call yourself committed etc. Just that the phases before and after should now be called "aquiring locks" and "roll-backed". Its really very easy to understand. Before you commit, you aquire locks on a resource i.e. get possessive and think only about one boy/girl. If the commit doesnt work well and your relationship breaks you roll-back to aquiring locks :D.

Like I said, logic sould be maintained.

To all those who read this post :- I am sorry but I cant help writing such posts and feel happy about it.

Bad Luck Jokes and Reality

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disclaimer :- all comics are based on real incidents.

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If I think about it, I feel that I had three very lucky mornings in college. But in the end i think it all went wrong coz of bad luck.

I am sometimes ashamed at the things I think were my high points.

Thinking about past is stupid and now talking about past, I remember the very amazing glass of juice i had this afternoon.

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Damn! Now I feel stupid as well as ashamed.

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Search is on, as usual

Some people devote years and years looking for things they really believe in. Every waking moment of theirs is spent in fighting for that something. But sometimes they get so used to this struggle and wait that they forget what they will do once, if ever, they get what they want. Their whole lives are so intervowen with their search that after their victory the drill to detatch themselves from the habbits and practices of their quest is a tougher job for them. Some who realise this, at a sub-concious level do not wish to actually win.

For example :-

1. The Naxalites :- The naxalite moment is still on in some states like orrissa and Andhra Pradesh. But it has now reduced to only few people who have no other thing to do in life. They have become dacoits and have absolutely no clue what they will do in case they are given a chance to run a government. 

2. Communist Party :- very similiarly they have no clue about their policies on issues other than preaching anti-americanism, if they actually ever win a general election. 

3. Man's best friend :- Dogs. They keep sniffing here and there for something. I am absolutely sure that even if a dog is able to find what its ancestors have been looking for, it will not believe that it has ended a search which was on since times so so long back.

and last but not the least.

4. Yours truly  :- )

Web Comic :)

Sandesa

ek dhaage ke sire se bandhi

soch ko yun kheench lo

ke dekho jaise ru ba ru

aankh ko yun meench lo

hawa jo chhuu le tumhien kabhi

wo mera hi ehsaas hai

sunoge mere geet bhi

dhadkano ki jo aawaz hai

daro na faaslo se ab

ke pal do pal ki baat hai

jo ek baar thaan lo

fir zindagi ka saath hai

The important thing is how quickly you adapt.

Not making sense

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ho chuke tumhare kab se
hain mere ye khayal sab
hain aankhon mien harek pal
tumhare hi ye khwaab bas

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There are times in a conversation when you know that you have stopped making any sense at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and STOPS.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted to say but the other person might still not understand you at all. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such points and explains them again.

There are times in a conversation when you know that you have said all that you wanted but the other person doesn't wish to listen to them or ignores all what you have said or just pretends that he is still oblivious to your intentions. It is of prime importance that one recognizes such persons and shakes them and says, HELLLLLOOOOO. WAKE UP YOU DUMB FUCK. IT IS FOR YOU THAT I HAVE BEEN GOING ON AND ON AND ON. Or one should just move on.

Whatever.

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Ab I LOVE YOU bhi CAPS mien kahu kya?

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I think the bullet above spoiled what could have been a pretty OK OK post.
What ya think?

I don't give a fuck what you think.

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I think i am not making much sense. I should STOP.

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Sapne Sach Hote Hain

Ek din sapne mien wat lag gayi.

Agle din ho gaya sach mien and obviously fir se wat lag gayi.

WTF.

And i officially HATE this blog now.

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Fuck off dumb Alice.

drunken delights

i dont want to crawl out your windows.

your window sucks.

but i still want to googli moogli mush you every morning, noon, evening.

i love you.

but today is the last day.

i am shut up after this.

this is just my fucking bad luck...

i hope i learn.

i will learn i will learn.

100

The century post.

It was supposed to be all happy and celebratory and self congratulatory. But how i feel right now has just reiterated the fact that not everything works out the way you want it to.

Life has taken a turn. I have a job now, but all things are different from what I wanted them to be.
I live in a new city and I cant even count the number of ways this city has turned out to be different from what I expected.
The house I live in is black if what I asked for was white. I don't even want to start about the things I have had to adjust myself according to.

Its not that I am complaining. Somethings have actually worked out better. Its just that there is total uncertainty. Even if you take into account all the variables and try to calculate even remotely what turn the future will take, you are just bound to guess wrongly the right amount of chemical X. Some people call it 'luck', but i don't think I really want to use the word. Using bad-luck will be a bad omen but luck is a little too optimistic for me. So chemical X it is, The secret ingredient that may fuck your life or make you the king of some fancy oil-rich country.

Uncertainty was the topic my room mate wanted me to write about and I had said no to him straight away and I had started with a different thing in my mind. But now I can see the effect of chemical X.

There is one more thing i will like to say in this post. Many people think they know all about it. But guys, you don't even know half of the shit. But let me drop you a hint. Almost all of it is bad and almost all of it is totally opposite to what you think it is. You are not even close. Also, it is not what I wanted/expected but is totally what I expected/wanted but I am/am not happy with it. So please relax. There are things going on, which you will never understand and lets let it stay at that.

Things may end, they may start
only few things make your world fall apart
if you have them they don't really act
but from far away they must react

Things may end, they may not really start
nonetheless your world still falls apart
to look for them is to face their wrath
and to kill one self in the aftermath

things may end, they may really... really end
your world falls apart but you still defend
a stupid conviction of something that is true
but a surer conviction that the thing is you

I will ramble on a little more, coz well... its 100 today.
I believe that poetry is like the most ancient type of cryptography. What has been said might not make any sense to you but maybe it is intended for someone else, who the poet thinks will surely understand. But the only mistake the poet might be committing is over-estimating the deciphering ability of the intended party. I mean if Bob is not sure that Alice will understand his message, there is hardly any reason why he should take the pains for writing an unbreakable code. But poets are usually sentimental crazy cryptographers who feel that their Alices are the smartest dames around. Sometimes they even do it for preserving the science or art but that is not the case we are talking about, so leave that. Also I could never understand the difference between science and art. I was also not good at either. So the reader may take his own pick and excuse me for this slight digression.

I am facing a related problem these days. I think my message has been understood but the results have been rather unexpected and unfavorable. I should add that I was not expecting much. This might be the doing of chemical X which in my case hasn't done any good so far. However I still am not sure about the deciphering ability of my Alice. I also don't know which is a more serious problem, dumb Alice or the chemical affected Alice. Or could it be the case that I have a dumb Alice with blood group X+. Some problems just drive me crazy.

One day, the phoenix may really die
one day, the heavens may just conspire
take shape from nothing, he cant
ashes aren't left behind every fire

oh worldly wise, oh cautious one
keep them safe, keep them wrapped
the thread rolls that you throw away, coz
the knot wont hold the threads once snapped

hey there alice.

The Wrong Way

From the grammar to the choice of words, i was
sometimes objected, mostly rejected and always dejected
I was told to change my language oft
somehow a wrong art I had perfected

My words when written in verse seemed worse
than the tales of my worries and cares
my prayers of love were always found
on the receiving end of cold stares

However, to be with you, the truth remains
I could play your fool again
At the wrong place, at the wrong time always
my searches for you end in vain

Nafrat...

yaad aa janda hai oh din jado tu aaya par mil ke nahi gaya
ghaer te modhe te tera sir jhukeya reha
nahi wich mere himmat hun koi daleel sunan di
teri adalat wich jhooth hi jitt.da reha

phull gulaab da ishq tere nu samajh baitha c, par
kisi puraani kitaab wich kho jaan kabil hi reha
har war jad tun wada karke nahi aaya
kande v teri bewafayi de chunda reha

nafrat da hakdaar je tun mainu samajh leya hai
faer kiwein es ehsaas nu mada kahaan
dil wich tees jehi uth khad.di hai kade kade
par chahunda haan ke ese agg wich sad.da rahaan

suneya hai ke teri nafrat teri wafa nalo sachchi hai
hun nafrat wich hi wafa di udeek la baithaan
aake ik ghut zeher da de jaaveen, muka javeen
kite nafrat wich v dhoka na kha baithaan

Moving On

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First post from Noida.

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Moving on was not turning out to be as easy as he had hoped for. He had moved to a different city and his life had taken a turn for good. He had no other option.

Sometimes you will just die to have an option.

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What was I thinking. Every night he said these words to himself, just before he was about to sleep. He wanted to be practical.

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Whenever he thought about practicality, cracker chocolates came to his mind. He never liked them. It was an unnecessary innovation. The whole point of chocolate was defeated. There was always a hard part within the soft exterior. It was so much like practicality. He never liked it.

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till i get a net connection

Keep Me In Your Heart For A While -- Warren Zevon

bye bye...

I am leaving Chandigarh tomorrow.
Chandigarh was good and will be immensely missed.
A long post was supposed to come up about my last 22 yrs here in this city beautiful but got busy with all the winding up of stuff here.
Probably later.

Lets see how Noida fares.
Next post from there.

Aww Crap

Reading horoscope on a Sunday morning was never such a heart break.
I am so convinced that knowing future sucks.

and also happy friendship day everyone. Blah Blah Blah.
Some of you are good and some of you are just right of the top fantastic.
I hate some of you but its alright, coz friends do that, i guess.

Mere Din Raat

wo behke behke raat din
har sham nashe mein duubna
mere hoth nam tere hoth nam
har jaam unpe tootna

hum bekhudi mein iskadar
khuda se khud pe aa gaye
bas tere maeqade mein mumkin
khuda se khud ka chhootna
wo behke behke raat din...

zaeb kuch amal bhi na kar saka
apni aarzoo pe aye sanam
fir kis zulm ki hai ye saza
bin baat tera roothna

In memory of the days when we were together and life was beautiful.