tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55905862907068187272024-02-07T10:40:41.369-08:00My Soulful InkThe Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.comBlogger57125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-80493622962311573972015-01-05T02:29:00.001-08:002015-01-05T02:30:28.965-08:00Shifting hub!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
From this place- to this place: abhilashadafria.com<br />
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The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-78775022495269015692013-05-23T11:03:00.000-07:002013-05-23T11:06:07.177-07:00Karma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Jab tak hai teri punya ki odh</div>
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Kar paap kamayi chahe lakh karod</div>
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Jis din punya honge tere vidaa</div>
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Aur udit hoga tera paap</div>
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Tulsi van ki laakdi</div>
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Jalat aap hi aap"</div>
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But the day the count strikes off</div>
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That day, (says Tulsidas) like a forest set on fire</div>
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You shall uncontrollably burn yourself down"</div>
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<i style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Actions have consequences.</i><span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"> The universe responds to you, sooner or later. Sometimes you pay a price. Sometimes you reap the fruits. Depending on what you've done, what you're doing. Have you murdered someone? Ripped a woman off her chastity? Dishonoured your promise? Disrespected your parents? Or have you been righteous, honest, virtuous, faithful? Whatever you have been, be careful. Someone up there is watching. And when He starts accounting for what you have done, your life will begin to change dramatically.</span></div>
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The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-34676509531873573202013-03-20T11:34:00.000-07:002013-03-20T11:36:07.661-07:00Torn<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But since you were a child </div>
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That you believed in not just for a while</div>
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Until time turned the wheel of fate</div>
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And God came in like a man</div>
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who broke and tore your one little dream </div>
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Taking away all that He can</div>
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When He squashed your faith</div>
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ripped you off your trust</div>
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When you were always so alerted</div>
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Then Why did God burn the soul</div>
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Of the child He once protected?</div>
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Now every night whom do you cry to</div>
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For God has far left your side</div>
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But now your dream has died</div>
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The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-53296874266330620652012-11-15T03:58:00.001-08:002012-11-15T07:00:26.536-08:00A 25 year old's Top 10 Commandments of Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Dear Grandchildren,</div>
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Wait. Where are my reading glasses. *cough* *cough*. Yes.
Here they are. *cough* *cough*. Ah. Look at my new Mac book Pro. Shipped in
straight from <st1:country-region w:st="on">America</st1:country-region>.
This is my first blogpost using this new-machine. Dear me. It's nothing like how
it was when I started this blog. Back then, I used to blog from my typewriter.
The times they are a-*cough**cough*... uh..a-changin'...</div>
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And now that I turn 26 in a few days, I have seen
enough of life my dear children. I transcend into the other side of the crisis.
Popularly known as the wrong side. I am more of experience, less of learning.
Hmm. But actually not. I still have to learn how to backspace in a Mac. Looks
like, this entire life we learn, unlearn & relearn. The times they are a...
indeed...a- *cough*...chang..*cough*... <i>Arrrrghh Bronchitis.. someday thou shalt also
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And as I grew up, I heard many people dispense their ground
rules of life. Great men spoke great words. Big men spoke big words. Mom said
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But my dear young generation, for you, here are MY very own <b><u>Top 10 Commandments on
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1) <b>Know What's Worth fighting For.</b> And then fight for it. It
may look impossible, and chances may seem bleak. But if it is worth the plunge,
effing jump.<br />
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2) <b>Choose Those People Wisely Who Can Leave a Vacuum in your
Heart when they Leave.</b> And then, don't let'em go. *Keyword: Wisely*<br />
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3) <b>You Can't Ask God for Someone to be in your life, or Some
Job in a particular MNC, or Some Outfit from that expensive brand store. </b>Sorry,
He ain’t your secretary. What you can ask for is abundance of love, an extravagant
life, smiles & happiness, domestic peace, even fame maybe. Figure out
"why" you really want what you want. And spare God the details.</div>
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4) <b>Focus on your Domestic Life,</b> and your professional life
will stable around. Professional ambition is an endless saga, everyday you can
work forever. But when you know you have to get back home to tuck your kids in
bed, or you have to wake up at 6 to make your mom-in-law coffee, you'll find
more direction & discipline. Set your priorities. What is your big picture?
What is your small sacrifice? Do you know that yet?</div>
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5) <b>Watch your Words</b>. Don't underestimate the power of your
brain. It is almost as sharp as your tongue. If you just think a little before
you speak, you can make that pretty girl smile, get your boss to hike your
salary, get someone else to do your laundry, and convince mom to that runaway <st1:city w:st="on">Las Vegas</st1:city> trip.</div>
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6) <b>Reject Mediocrity</b>. It's that tempting parking spot in
your life's journey to its destination. It's like this: You start small, move
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And then you see this easy de-route. It looks alright, it
looks like a wise shortcut, And you tempt yourself into it. Now you've reached
mediocrity. You'll be welcomed by many like you there. Most of 'em will tell
you this is the best anyone could get. And that's how you'll get engulfed into
this delusion. If you are lucky, realization will hit. You’ll want to break
through. Then you will have to go through ‘the shit curve’ that’ll make it so
difficult for you to drag on. You'll be on your own and have to go back to the
starting point. There ain’t no shortcuts. That is life.<br />
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7) <b>It's All Temporary</b>. Your joys, your sorrows, your
success, You. So brag only so much, that it doesn't come back to haunt you. And
if you're going through a rough patch, know the golden words, that <a href="http://theinkofmyblood.blogspot.in/2012/11/this-too-shall-pass.html">This too Shall Pass</a>. No matter how dark it seems right now, there is always a soothing
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8) <b>Don't Break a Heart</b>. Honesty, Commitment, Loyalty, is the
essence of your character. It is the reflection of your upbringing. The core of
your value system. It is NOT an option. It is all that you are. So honour that
promise you made. Because when you break a heart, you’re out-rightly ripping
off someone’s trust, mental strength, emotional investment and everything
fundamental. You're breaking a multiple folds of faith that keeps humans going.
Hope binds us. Don't become the disruption point in that chain. Don't destroy
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9) <b>Meditate, Isolate, Retrospect to Humble Down.</b> Who are
you? Nothing more than a small insignificant speck on the face of this earth.
When you're gone, how many people will be really affected? What is that ratio
compared to the total population of this world? Country? City? Heck, even the
number of people you have interacted with till date? So what are you proud of,
when all you've done is affected only a minuscule irrelevant percentage of your
small little cocoon? Is that your “greatness”?</div>
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You can be proud of yourself if you have made peace with the
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Success builds Confidence. With Confidence comes either
Humility or Pride. Humility builds Character. Character builds Success….while
Pride comes just before the Fall. So when you taste initial success, make that
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10) Finally, <b>Make Your Own Rules</b>. It's your life, no one can live it
for ya. It is your journey, no one can walk it for ya. So make your decisions,
take your calls. Stand up for what you believe in, man... If you won't, who
will?<br />
You know, when you were born, someone up there collected some sand in an hourglass
and turned it round. Even as you read this, there is a regulated trickle of
sand from the top to the bottom, at the pace of every breath you take. And once
the top bulb is empty, you're going to be called back. No excuses.You just have
that much time here. We have all come to die. That's our inevitable destination.<br />
And then, how do you think would it <i><b>really</b></i> feel... when you die with the
knowledge... that you never... <i><b>really</b></i> lived? </div>
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Love and blessings,</div>
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Your soon-to-turn older Granny,</div>
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<b>Abhilasha Dafria</b></div>
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PS: Okay huge shout-out to all those people who have
messaged me on FB/ mailed me etc and appreciated my blog or questioned why I
have stopped writing. Like my best friend Akanksha rightly put it, once
you start getting paid for writing, you can’t really blog. So yeah! The journo
in me got too busy rambling. But thank you people for all the lovely messages
& encouragement. I really feel humbled to know that any part of my blog has
inspired you or made you smile. Special mention to you, Ms. Ankita, was very
humbled to read your message on my friend’s phone. I don’t know how my blog
changed your life, but I’m so happy it did. I have not earned having fans yet,
but calling yourself one was a very flattering to me. So, if anything, thank
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Your heart sinks every second, you chill to your toes</div>
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Afraid what to do, wondering whom to ask</div>
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Hold yourself tight girl, for this too shall pass</div>
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Your head can’t answer what your heart needs to know</div>
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You still pose a hundred questions and just won’t let
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But the future will unfold soon, to make this present- your
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Until then, stay strong girl, for this too shall pass</div>
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You can’t change your yesterday or jump into a stable
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You will have to see yourself through today, its joy and
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But what you can change is, how you look at this moment’s
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If you try to see it half-filled girl, this too shall
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A stuck mind, a broken heart, a false promise, or a blatant
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I’m certain there is something more to relationships than commitment, love or trust.<br />
There has to be something magical about the relationship. The conversation in the silence and the proximity in the distance. Yeah, that’s got to be<i> magic</i>. I believe in magic. And I believe in love. And I also believe in the sublime synonymy of these two words.<br />
It should be easy to fall in love. And maybe as difficult to honour it.<br />
Because what love propels you to do is, unknowingly build on these layers of expectations from that one someone and create your own castle of dreams. A figment of your imagination, your idea of true love, your definition of that magic, your castle. And if somewhere, when there is a mismatch of expectations, and disparity in your respective definitions, the castle shall crumble. Ash to ash. Dust to dust. Fade to black.<br />
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Maybe there is room for dialogue. Maybe you could just lower your expectations. But doesn’t that defeat the purpose of being special? If everything could be negotiated with, bargained at and talked through, how would the relationship ever mature on the ubiquity of unspoken understandings? Where, then, is the magic?<br />
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Maybe the magic is in creating a castle on the same land of understanding. Maybe it is for us to lay the foundation of understanding in reality, before getting drifted away in the idealism of love.<br />
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<br />...do I love her, and is she my best friend or friggin' WHAT!? :DThe Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-22489116585842166202011-08-19T09:56:00.000-07:002011-09-24T04:06:05.390-07:00Media et MeThis has to be a very random update, but I hope it merits the myriad of emotions I'm undergoing- despite Wenger's relentless efforts to make me want to stab myself in the stomach with the kitchen knife as hard as I can. Honestly, I have never been so gutted before a season as this. I sometimes see Arsenal turning into a Newcastle or worse. I am living under the mortal terror of seeing myself through this season... dreading every weekend :( Its like, omg, weekend hai. Arsenal ka match dekhna padega What the :-|<br /><br />But good things find their way in, when football defeats every reason for me to be happy- and for that, my good lord, I am grateful. Ofcourse, when I received my visa for my Aussie trip- my worries lied with how sucky my last vivas were. This was my last German exam, and if there was anything I wanted then, it was pulling off a 'Gut' i.e 80% and above.<br />Two days before I left my friend smsed to congratulate me and she said only two in our class got a Gut, me being one with 81.5%. Happy I was, and how :)<br /><br />What the Melbourne journey held for me- my first international jouney with my best friend Reedz...and 15 days with my best friends Shweta and Srini really honours a separate post. Which I will compose and upload soon, once im out of the jet lag :) But whilst I was there, on a random weekday after having dinner I decided to facebook a little, when I found myself tagged in a photo by the author of the national best-seller "Oops! I fell in love"<br /><br />Curious, I checked, to see this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbgERWaYbOql4fZanTKVvOMddk2TJbiR9vKGwvEFJFgIRyMY30lDLA6Za3eTB9ZW4lwB6LJYigDi9WFi1xnLLVNB2xATa4F_sLff8HUPFmFOM8VjmebdEBlrwnc7GD9ljqhp9gzCcWtBh/s1600/289029_10150267887824300_574814299_7573687_3468383_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwbgERWaYbOql4fZanTKVvOMddk2TJbiR9vKGwvEFJFgIRyMY30lDLA6Za3eTB9ZW4lwB6LJYigDi9WFi1xnLLVNB2xATa4F_sLff8HUPFmFOM8VjmebdEBlrwnc7GD9ljqhp9gzCcWtBh/s320/289029_10150267887824300_574814299_7573687_3468383_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642613641230239218" /></a><br /><br /><br />Really, ...before I achieve my dream of being a published author- I see my name in print :) I wouldn't know what I've done to deserve this, but to have your name acknowledged in the friggin' sequel to a NATIONAL BESTSELLER, is a very big deal. Still can't stop smiling, and I hope and pray the book does really well, since it has my name in it :P Besides the fact that this continues to inspire me! :)<br /><br /><br />Now that I see myself in print- and since I've already seen myself in newspapers(read check) and radio (hear check) when I covered ManUtd vs Barca UCL Finals for mumbai live on 93.5 Red FM ...ofcourse! How can I forget this- So I was flying singapore to Melbourne, when I decided to fiddle with the e-media in the aircraft- and moved from watching Thor to e-learning section, where they taught languages. Just to find out, that the french e-learning bit was the goddamn one I had composed! :) so it was certainly a HIGH to hear my voice on the earphones of an international aircraft :)<br />And it really is time, I made it to TV (see- not yet check) :P<br />Until then, ofcourse, I can watch Shweta sizzling in her shorts and me dancing in, what Akanksha politely calls, my 'radium' denims :facepalm: , on my 3D Home-theatre and assume I made it to all modes of media :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwK3JrnOYybLQ1YPgJJHMwBAduL2d7qlNwVtlzmdVubZekSt4BXFHwK-jRqY3-3R7GbBrNJato7lm1uQbSqdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br />Oh but then again, The Dark Knight Rises and The Avengers is something the big-screen has to handle. So maybe I must wait. 300 's director is working on Superman. Life has so much to look forward to. More fame can wait. But not too long please, I like being cool :-) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know.(-Wiseman, Sucker Punch)</span>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-64755735810845381952011-05-30T06:35:00.001-07:002011-05-30T08:08:37.672-07:00On Stranger Tides...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgyaV7rGi_X3I6PUrPmg5OBBgNUVWt6A-4pOHpB-WtLJmbnM6ksqTAyLnIKh0hTCeiSUxuOJcXJhKWOpZGrGmJuiGiHUjz4HwXHT5YdwwMSYCt8QGmup5xw5YLJ6Wdn4cVTLlP2bnEuPC/s1600/lotus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612502460344392050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYgyaV7rGi_X3I6PUrPmg5OBBgNUVWt6A-4pOHpB-WtLJmbnM6ksqTAyLnIKh0hTCeiSUxuOJcXJhKWOpZGrGmJuiGiHUjz4HwXHT5YdwwMSYCt8QGmup5xw5YLJ6Wdn4cVTLlP2bnEuPC/s320/lotus.jpg" /></a><br />If only I could tell you why I feel this nervous,<br />As on stranger tides we sail;<br />Against the rough waves I will have to steer us,<br /><i>Because maybe, you'll fail...</i><br /><div><i><br /></i><br />If only I could see you when I closed my eye,<br />And know all that I don't;<br />That you'd love me as much isn't living a lie,<br /><i>Because maybe, you won't...</i></div><br /><div><i><br /></i><br />If only I could know who and where you really are,<br />So that I don't trespass too soon;<br />In the quest of reaching the farthest star,<br /><i>Because maybe, you are on the dark side of the moon...</i><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br />If only He could assure me I haven't sinned,<br />In still feeling that you and I share a bond;<br />As if you were my candle in the wind,<br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span">And, maybe, my only lotus in the pond...</span></i><br /><div><i></i></div></div><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></div><br /><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">------------------------------</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right? (-Celine, Before Sunrise)</span></i></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-87672542350720158522011-05-16T06:34:00.000-07:002011-05-16T06:46:09.833-07:00Interview Season 2In all fairness, the best bit about being a journalist, besides the 'coolness' quotient attached to it, is the fact that Young Turks allows me to meet these 'young' and 'cool-for-real' people and get to know them up-close-and-personal :P<div><br /></div><div>So everytime I check in a new hotel or drive down to a new place, I make mental notes about what feedback I must ping <a href="http://www.yourstory.in/entrepreneurs/non-tech-entrepreneurs/5828-india-someday-fills-the-gap-between-the-ambiguity-of-a-guide-book-and-the-rigidity-of-a-package-tour">Abbas Slatewala</a> on my BBMessenger.</div><div><br /></div><div>And everytime I see <a href="http://yourstory.in/entrepreneurs/non-tech-entrepreneurs/5890-because-wit-happens-conversation-with-harsh-snehanshu-co-founder-of-thewittyshitcom">Harsh Snehanshu's</a> book at the book-store opposite my classes, I smile to myself with pride in acknowledgement of all our conversations.</div><div><br /></div><div>Its nice to know people like these, who in their own little way, inspire you to be on the other side of the line. To transcend from the interviewer to the interviewee. </div><div><br /></div><div>God willing- that shall happen someday too :)</div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-28296576162578348312011-05-15T12:06:00.000-07:002011-05-28T07:33:52.013-07:0037 Minutes...<span class="Apple-style-span"><b>12.02: Chembur Station</b></span>. Platform No.2. Local Train boarded.<br /><br />Window seat (check). One sip of Tang (check). Mp3 player on. ~<span style="font-style:italic;">Metallica~The Unnamed Feeling~</span>...... Emails on BlackBerry 'checked'. Replied. BBM status update (check). Random good morning ping to Juwe (check). Facebooking-NOT (check) :)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">~Rammstein~P*ssy!~..... Zu groß. Zu klein. Könnte etwas größer sein</span> :p <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><b>↓</b></span>Volume reduced<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">↓</span></b> </span> Mumbai Mirror last page opened. Alpha Triangle (check). Bulls Eye (check). Mensa Puzzle answer 'checked'. Sudoku ignored. Crossword time. ~<span style="font-style:italic;">Scorpions~No one like you~..... </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><b>↑</b></span>Volume increased<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "><b>↑</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "> </span> <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Station : Vadala Rd.</b></span><br />16 Down: Patrick____ <span style="font-style:italic;"></span> </Vieira! Nopes. Not every Patrick is a Vieira>It says- Australian Tennis Star(6). RAFTER. Patrick Rafter.<br />24 Across: Indian Mountain Range(8). ARRAVALI<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span>R</div><div style="text-align: center;">A</div><div style="text-align: center;">F</div><div style="text-align: center;">T</div><div style="text-align: center;">E</div><div style="text-align: center;">     A R R A V A L I</div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"> <b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />Station: Cotton Green</span></b>. Inside joke with Akanksha and Kajal remembered. Nostalgia (check). ~<span style="font-style:italic;">Guns and Roses~Don’t Cry~....</span>. Arbeitsbuch opened. Hausaufgabe- „Bilden Sie die folgenden Sätze im Partizip-II." Beispiel understood. Zweite Frage attempted. *Stop*. #Random-day-dreaming.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">~Give me a whisper… and give me a sigh<br />Give me a kiss before you… tell me goodbye....~</span><br /><br />#Random-minute-of-staring-out-of-the-window. #Into-nothingness. #Random-thoughts. Mp3 Player – paused.<br />#Rewind.<br />#Replay.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">~Give me a whisper… and give me a sigh<br />Give me a kiss before you… tell me goodbye...~<br /></span><br />#Random-smile. *Okay*. *Back*. Dritte Frage. Boredom (check). Arbeitsbuch closed. 4553 ‘checked’. Posts ‘liked’. Facebooking- NOT (uncheck) :P </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Station: Masjid.</b></span> Books put in. Arsenal muffler tied to bag straightened. Pony-tail redone. One sip of tang (check). Get up. Stand near the pole. ~<span style="font-style:italic;">Pearl Jam~ Black~</span>.... One long glance at the station (check). Announcements (check). Armed guards (check). Many trains (check). Many people (check). Kasab (uncheck). :Thankgoodness:<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Station: Chatrapatti Shivaji Terminus.</b></span> One Look at the big circular clock.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>12: 39</b></span><br /><br />One-way </insert: mon/tue/wed/thurs/fri> day journey(check).<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh monotony, thou art a heartless bitch.</span><br /></span>:facepalm:<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz6mRkw-PN8zFlFOMlXy3_r5E0BDxG8D08rya1MOJlb57aBZz1kQk2Zuskp3P6vu5n633R1UvCdr7dUnoAMYrbuxnoplokAirTm81R-Y9V9_ALC3hyphenhyphen2kywiRysBY9dY06hoWimBP2t8_C/s1600/IMG00067-20110527-1238.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlz6mRkw-PN8zFlFOMlXy3_r5E0BDxG8D08rya1MOJlb57aBZz1kQk2Zuskp3P6vu5n633R1UvCdr7dUnoAMYrbuxnoplokAirTm81R-Y9V9_ALC3hyphenhyphen2kywiRysBY9dY06hoWimBP2t8_C/s320/IMG00067-20110527-1238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611771847375457410" /></a><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Where my shoes, just to see, what its like, to be me, I'll be you, lets trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to... 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But I need to get back to German books again. So need a sabbatical from <a href="http://www.facebook.com/abhilasha.dafria">awesomeness</a> in general. But I really want to get done with classes already so that I can do all the other exciting assignments I have! Anyway. Back to German now. Laters people!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Gchat:</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>me: back</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Hitler: Hmmm</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>me: Sorry. So you were saying...</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-31083675296337599182011-04-28T22:51:00.000-07:002011-04-28T22:52:53.896-07:00As guest Columnist...<div>Please do check out my article as guest columnist at CNBC Young Turks online-media portal:</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://yourstory.in/expert-talk/guest-column/5776-isnt-it-the-business-of-business-schools-to-create-entrepreneurs">http://yourstory.in/expert-talk/guest-column/5776-isnt-it-the-business-of-business-schools-to-create-entrepreneurs</a>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-82671981838765245642011-04-10T08:16:00.000-07:002011-04-10T09:27:53.087-07:00If Wishes were not Horses...but Flights... @cheap-rates...<span class="Apple-style-span"><i><b>Dear God,</b></i></span><br /><br />First of all- and above everything else so mundane, let me thank You quickly for letting me get the highest in German finally this level and paying off my hardwork. I've always missed it with a whisker and I'm so happy this time 'round You gave me what I genuinely deserved. As You may have noticed in recent times, or..You may have not.. really depending on how much attention You pay... I've taken the term 'good daughter' to an entirely new level- just like I promised I would in the last sentimental conversation we had.<br />Well. It was hardly a conversation. I did all the talking...and You know.. but hey! hey. Its not You. Its just me. Its the same way everywhere... common sentiment... with family...friends.. I keep talking and..and they have to listen..because I just have so much to say..and I really need to.. I mean.. omg! STOP!:O<br /><br />So. Like I was saying- I had totally promised You that I'm going to give it my all to be the daughter my parents want me to be. And I think I did/am doing fair justice. I topped my class (academics check), danced centre-stage at the academy's show (extra-cirricular check), and I've been cooking dinner regularly-so well- that even Abhishek bhaiya had a change of opinion from 'edible' to 'tasty'(domestic life check) :smirks:<br />Truth be told, I'm stumped by my personal awesomeness. How do I manage to be so puuurffeckto!? :P Well its a lot of perseverance and determination- but No. Maybe its just You. You make me believe. You give me direction. You <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 20px; "><em style="font-style: italic; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span">acquiesced</span></b></em></span> me in achieving all that I ask for. And You give me the world's best parents, a brother who pretty much means everything to me and friends(social life check) who make this life so worthwhile :)<br />Special thanks for Tanvi, Rita, Shweta, Akanksha, Meggy and Kajal (Guy friends are cool. Girl friends are AWEZOME :D) :D :P<br /><br />Okay I'm seriously like- drifting. The whole purpose of the above drama was to thank You for bestowing upon me the choiciest of blessings. And I totally intend to thank You at the temple too... but technology You know- way faster. Also, I'm pretty sure You read my blogs, for who doesn't? Statistically, My blog gets viewed from Mountain View,Califrornia to ... Budapest, Hungary...to New Delhi, India... to Istanbul, Turkey... na na na na na... via via... to Bad Oldesloe, Schleswig-Holstein- Germany. Jesus. Didnt even know such a place existed.<br /><br />Anyway- Cut to the point. You've been far too kind. And I'd also like to believe I earned my share too. I mean- I really try to be a good girl and do everything that makes You, my family and my friends proud to know me. And I'm on it Sir! Im totally on it. I'll do bigger and greater things in life and make everyone assositaed with me happy. Albeit, thats a whole lot of pressure. But You know whats that thing Wenger says about pressure? "If You don't want to live with pressure, You don't want to win championships.”<br />Aww.... I totally want to win ze championsheepsss... and I want to be Your favorite leeteel girl too! <i>You like me</i>! And I-LIKE-THAT :D<br /><br />And so... ahem... *cough* *cough* ..I was just thinking how difficult it must be for You to... You know, handle Your daily regular dealings and transactions of less economic and more social in nature, and minding round everyone's lives. When I mind others' life- they snub me and tell me to mind my own :O And they are more than just happy to let You intervene with theirs! :O Its divine it seems! That's some justice. So yes- this entire ordeal of figuring out what a certain human being wants and then 'conspiring the entire universe to help 'em achieve it' and blah blah blah... I know. Boring. Tedious. These conspiracy theories need such a lot of manipulation and brain-storming and algorithms and all of that.... sigh.<br /><br />SO :D :D :D<br />I was thinking :D :D :D<br />Why dont I :D :D :D<br />Make Your rather hectic schedule... a tad much simpler :D :D :D<br />Anddddddd...so......<br />Tell me- are You excited to know what I am to propose, eh? :D :D :D<br /><br /><br />:|<br /><br />Perhaps I should have just gone ahead without waiting for audience participation :|<br /><br />So basically- I've made your work easier and prepared a list... and,<br />Here are the places I want to go :| ---------><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1) <i>Emirates Stadium</i>, London<br />2) <i>The Large Hadron Collider (CERN)</i>, Franco-Swiss border near Geneva- Switzerland.<br />3) <i>The Trevi Fountain</i>, Rome ( Fontane di Amorrrrrrrrre)<br />4) <i>Times Square</i>, New York<br />5) <i>Schwarzwald (The Black Forest)</i>, Baden-Württemberg- Germany.<br />6)<i> Venice</i>, Italy :-)<br />7)<i> Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit</i>, Australia<br />8) <i>The Wagah border</i> , Indopak border<br />9) <i>The Great Savannahs</i>, Kenya<br />10) <i>Anarkali Bazaar</i>, Lahore<br /></span><br /><br />:|<br /><br />Oh preeeeeettyyy Pleassssssssse!!I'm serious! Now, Abhishek bhaiya says he'll take me to Emirates someday- and knowing the Arsenal Fan he is-I kinda trust him to too. Dad will finance my Melbourne trip. So that takes two off Your workload... Now all You need to do is focus on my 8 <b>adventurous</b> trips :D You really need to make these 8(+2) trips happen to me! C'mon!! You need to do this for my awesomeness! I deeeeeeserveee eeet! Puh-leaze? :(<br />Oh and okay. I kinda always wanted to go to Venice for my honeymoon... so now- all You have to do is- organise only 7 trips for me+ one trip with me for Abhishek (that's a favour on him not me)+ Melbourne trip (I already promised Shweta)+ one husband who would take me to Venice for my honeymoon :|<br />I think that ought to be the most simplified, effortless and unchallenging <i>to-do</i> list in Your BlackBerry. Plus, I think it would also be a great step for humanity. (Don't ask me how- these people from NGO's say this line always works... :-/)<br /><br /><br />But honestly, I don't think my wishes are one bit extravagant. I have weighed the odds against the evens, done my due diligence and eventually zeroed-down to these top 10. For instance- I even want to go to Spain... and drift in Tokyo! But I had to set priorities, no? I cant be greedy! :)<br />Look, I really want to see these places in this one mortal lifetime.. and sigh. Here's the deal. I'm, going back to being the good daughter- loving sister- dependable friend- academic achiever- laurels winner and assorted awesome chick...and meanstwhile I'm hoping You would fit the pieces of my life in the correct locations and permit me, like You very kindly always have, realise my every little dream :)<br /><br />However- there is no pressure on You whatsoever and if You may You can- this very moment Sir- refuse, on the face of mine, to grant me my wishes!! [-(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fine. I'm interpreting Your silence as tacit compliance. Bye.<br /><br /><br /><br /><i><b>Thanking you in anticipation of flight-tickets,</b></i></div><div><i><b>Yours lovingly,</b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Abhilasha Dafria</span></b></i><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And baby be a simple kind of man...Oh, won't you do this, for me son, if you can? (-Lynrd Skynrd)</i></span><br /></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-55060522907213815482011-02-16T09:52:00.000-08:002011-02-16T10:59:58.290-08:00Things that you should not do on Facebook. Really.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheO8eb7yGzLdiA32r6oH0-apC3bqnbFcpQUmAKrreOgaFii1JDXA-93WYFeIVt1cA5uinenCk1FES-8SY0xkLT5uP2HFTs_6sbqqVUgugOutq1_s7ahF2h2MNSwAtE8ext6LjurGyYZ2eU/s1600/thumbs_down_words.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheO8eb7yGzLdiA32r6oH0-apC3bqnbFcpQUmAKrreOgaFii1JDXA-93WYFeIVt1cA5uinenCk1FES-8SY0xkLT5uP2HFTs_6sbqqVUgugOutq1_s7ahF2h2MNSwAtE8ext6LjurGyYZ2eU/s320/thumbs_down_words.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574358581520148130" /></a><br />Here is the list of <span style="font-weight:bold;">next 10 things</span> NOT TO DO on Facebook besides <a href="http://telljeeves.blogspot.com/2011/02/10-things-you-should-stop-doing-on.html?spref=fb">the ones</a> already said.<br /><br />11)<span style="font-weight:bold;">Edit every picture into B/W</span>. Seriously,if only skin problems could really be concealed by cheap imitation of a retro look!<br /><br />12)<span style="font-weight:bold;"> Thanking everyone who 'likes' an update.</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Pinku likes your photo 2 minutes ago</span><br />Your comment: Thank you Pinku :) few seconds ago<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Changu likes your photo 1 minute ago</span><br />Your comment: Thanks Changu :)<3 <br /><br />13)<span style="font-weight:bold;">Adding everyone right out of the Facebook Suggestions column.</span> Arre bhai, facebook ne suggest kiya hai... nahi add kiya, toh kya Zuckerberg bura maan jaayega?<br /><br />14) <span style="font-weight:bold;">Inapplicable usage of the 'heart' smiley</span>. I know a character "<" and a number "3", when put together, miraculously turn into a muscular organ that provides a continuous blood circulation through the cardiac cycle and is one of the most vital organs in the human body. But that's technology. Move on, hmmkay?<div><br /><br /></div><div> 15) <span style="font-weight:bold;">Changing your relationship status from single to 'in a relationship'</span>, suck all the attention you otherwise don't get in life, <span style="font-weight:bold;">and then change back to 'single'</span> scoffing it off as a mistake. Er, really? Or was it love, sex aur dhoka darling... Love sex aur dhokaa?<br /><br />16)<span style="font-weight:bold;">Getting your world web widely declared boyfriend/ girlfriends to like absolutely everything you post</span>. We do understand that you are in love. Unsuspectingly, it transpired out of genuine liking for each other- <span style="font-style:italic;">en la totalidad</span>. Really think you have to still specially like about every SM/ photo update by your lover? Is this some sort of reassurance? Get a room (wall?) the two of you!<br /><br />17) <span style="font-weight:bold;">Uploading pictures clicked in bathrooms of 5 star hotels</span>. EPIC. Washbasins, tissue papers, etc make a scenic background O despairing one!<br /><br />18)<span style="font-weight:bold;"> Family members living under the same roof communicating through FB.</span> Lameness glorified. Sometimes siblings fight on FB SMs... maybe to look cute or something. And then random others put in their 'lolz' or 2 cents of advice. Why would you make such a joke of your existence and try so hard to look happy? (PS: Mom take note :| :P DONOT mock me on FB :|)<br /><br />19) <span style="font-weight:bold;">Typing long status messages with elongated spellings</span>. "Goddddddddd.........haddddddd suchhhhhhhh ffffunnnnnnn in mattttthh classss yaaarrrrr!" :-| Dear disgrace to literacy, do you understand what an eye-sore your SM is? And basics, lets move to fundamentals- When you create 'stress' it has to be on the vowels not the consonants. Or are you an idiot, idiot?<br /><br />20) <b>The '<span>C</span></b><span style="font-weight:bold;">andid' posers</span>. You mean, you'd be just living a normal life and the cameras would catch you? Are you a celeb or something? Its very obvious, you have posed and requested/begged someone to click you whilst you project yourself as a nonchalant icon. Nice try.<br /><br />And Finally, a special note to the 95% of those who are blocked off my notifications.</div><div>(a) <b>The 'some people' taunts</b>: Why do you think the little personalization space is for you to hurl indirect taunts at your enemies? 'Some people can stoop so low...god, just learned that today' ' will not be bothered by some people who are trying sooo hard to hurt me'. Well, some people can go suck an egg if they are coward enough in using a social networking site for avenging insults :)</div><div><br /></div><div>(b)<span style="font-weight:bold;">The nonsense sports-updates women.</span> Let me take you to the bedrock of my frustration- Theres so much that goes into a 90 mins of football or the 20 overs of cricket or the straight sets in tennis- You ought to Respect the game. Stop mocking womankind by capital bull-shit like "Awww... Casillas is minnneee...okay?" No game is about hot men only. And Im not gay.<br />My parents had got me checked.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>People call those imperfections, but no, that's the good stuff. (-Sean, Good Will Hunting)</i></span></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-13626346029854032422010-12-06T09:43:00.000-08:002010-12-06T10:20:52.741-08:00And that He knows...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmS9ZcGRY7QvSJWuHpWi4mnotAZd73WwtIBLl4tZQNOHazM8bGIDc3o04zLQWXlDIeBCoWspSPM4Muz0iljwzOyCpsc8VRsYCbiutR7i1iGYMdzEQZWQLWNplTsa2rSpelnm-cMDbVXa6C/s1600/53161-bigthumbnail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmS9ZcGRY7QvSJWuHpWi4mnotAZd73WwtIBLl4tZQNOHazM8bGIDc3o04zLQWXlDIeBCoWspSPM4Muz0iljwzOyCpsc8VRsYCbiutR7i1iGYMdzEQZWQLWNplTsa2rSpelnm-cMDbVXa6C/s400/53161-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547634749455094994" /></a><br /><br />Its getting lonely<br />And very cold<br />If I didnt have me<br />I'd be walking alone<br /><br />I meet my buddy<br />And she has her stories to tell<br />And I tell her to not worry<br />Though I know the truth as hell<br /><br />But to be<br />Who you aint<br />And to feel<br />Like you dont<br />Tell me my girl, if life could save us<br />Why it wont?<br /><br />Yeah, to be<br />Who you aint<br />And to feel<br />Like you dont<br />Isnt there a heaven, right above us<br />That He owns...?<br /><br />Its getting dark as crazy<br />And I must hit home<br />Momma will get angry<br />Just too dark to roam<br /><br />She says I'm too young- to be out now<br />And old enough- to understand<br />I dont know how- that works, my mother,<br />Though for you, I'll do- whatever I can<br /><br />But to be<br />Who you aint<br />And to feel<br />Like you dont<br />Tell me Ma, if life could save us<br />Why it wont?<br /><br />And to be<br />Who you aint<br />And to feel<br />Like you dont<br />You said there's a heaven, right above us<br />That He owns...<br /><br /><br /><br />You told me... Heaven... right above us... That He owns...<br /><br /><i>And that He knows....<br /></i><br />Heaven... right above us... That he owns...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">When you keep saying after everything that you believe in God, its self-denial of being doubtful. [-Mom :)]</span></span><br /></span>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-84324914325626305822010-11-26T11:57:00.000-08:002010-11-26T12:19:32.664-08:00The Sky and I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQOYVdpxFTWWdUYTHFylWd9f-l4E-iSKA9MEBjjvbsvERZ7BNHBj5W8pOTOzvzWIofPUS-Vu4ShsuaD_CKEMGOKqG7DGN5r2jYBdw45DSzWFFGPV0WJDySOwP48NGWomkbnAdGevHHCEx/s1600/purplesky_01-590x393.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQOYVdpxFTWWdUYTHFylWd9f-l4E-iSKA9MEBjjvbsvERZ7BNHBj5W8pOTOzvzWIofPUS-Vu4ShsuaD_CKEMGOKqG7DGN5r2jYBdw45DSzWFFGPV0WJDySOwP48NGWomkbnAdGevHHCEx/s400/purplesky_01-590x393.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543955089342737858" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Boundless and infinite- I watched the deep blue sky</div><div><div>I asked him how and I asked him why</div><div>was he spying on the globe- right across the meridian...</div><div>Or was he only protecting us, like a silent guardian?</div><div><br /></div><div>"Neither" the sky said, breaking into a silver smiling moon</div><div>Draped in violet, twinkling in the countless stars of a fading noon</div><div>"I merely epitomise the endless knowledge for you to achieve</div><div>For you are your own limit. And your boundary- your own belief..."</div><div><br /></div><div>(To be contd...The Story follows...)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>------------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Purple haze all in my brain...Lately things just don't seem the same...Actin' funny, but I don't know why...'Scuse me while I kiss the sky!! - Jimi Hendrix)<br /></span></span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-68881456221323934492010-10-13T08:06:00.000-07:002010-10-14T06:35:41.078-07:00So what is Logic? :-/(A chat conversation with my best friend Saumeet, one of the few people who is rather patient with me being mathematically-challenged...or is it?)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">From my Gtalk Window:<br /></span><br /><br /><br />Saumeet: acha ek triangle imagine karo<br /><br /><b>me: Hmmm...</b><br /><br />Saumeet: fir ek square imagine karo<br /><br /><b>me: Hmmm...<br /></b><br />Saumeet: phir ek regular pentagon<br />and so on<br />sides badhaate hue jaao<br />number of sides<br />hexagon, septagon, octagon<br />and so on<br />100 sides<br />1000 sides<br />what is the shape becoming more and more like?<br /><br />me: bada<br />the shape is becoming more and more bada<br /><br />Saumeet: arre, can you see the shape converging to a circle?<br /><br />me: yeah yeah....circle it is...<br /><br />Saumeet: infinitely many<br />right?<br /><br />me: If u insist :-S<br /><br />Saumeet: just the way a triangle is three st lines one after the other.<br /><br />me: Where are we going... :-/<br /><br />Saumeet: Point being every curve is a sum total of st. lines<br />isliye saare curves ke slopes bhi hote hain<br />which point towards direction of the tangent<br /><br /><b>me: Hmmm...<br /></b><br />Saumeet: to basically, through triangle inequality, we can prove that a st line from A to B is the shortest path from A to B, instead of, following a path of any set of st lines<br />And since, a curve is just a set of infinite number of infinetesimally small st lines, so, a st line from A to B is also the shortest path when compared to any curve from A to B<br />which means that a st line from A to B is the shortest path from A to B<br /><br />me: Which is quite straightforward observation in real life?<br /><br /><i>Sent at 8:07 PM on Wednesday</i><br /><br /><b>Saumeet: Hmmm...</b><br /><br /><br /><div><br />-- ---------<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 18px; "><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP_sJtuwJkk&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RP_sJtuwJkk&feature=related</a><br /></span></i></span></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-29497442044657920922010-10-11T07:53:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:10:32.662-07:00NOT The Family Guy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfV5PPOgFsq_QjnO21Q7C3e6s8mN8BKiifUONzEW3qCicRJjW86kEIhLUbmyqWXc-HZVigYwx_d9vcTFbDrhnx__MABfKDfScM6a1F7mnxHOPsEPGEcEnQC_L1GtEOfIT91AdMEat4lMG3/s1600/Crying+bum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfV5PPOgFsq_QjnO21Q7C3e6s8mN8BKiifUONzEW3qCicRJjW86kEIhLUbmyqWXc-HZVigYwx_d9vcTFbDrhnx__MABfKDfScM6a1F7mnxHOPsEPGEcEnQC_L1GtEOfIT91AdMEat4lMG3/s200/Crying+bum.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526804126525087042" /></a><br />Staring into nothing, gazing at the sky<br />Nothing sounds better, than the night's silent lullaby<br />Her hair wet by her own tears, the sister cried<br /><b>In her brother today- Her hero died<br /></b><br />She sits gloomily alone distressed by her sorrow<br />Misses her yesterdays- worries her tomorrow<br />Seeing her dream shatter, the old mother wailed<br /><b>In her son today- Her Hero failed.</b><br /><br />It took two decades to make him today<br />It took her only two years to take him away<br />The door slammed on his face, the helpless father sighed<br /><b>In his decendant today- His Hero demised.</b><br /><br />And he starts a new life with her, erasing every memory<br />of the family he once lived with- dead for him too- those three<br />But was it worth a trade-off? Was it worth the pain?<br />What you have lost today - was it REALLY worth the gain?<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>-------------------------------------------------------------------</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><span><span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Your prodigal son has left again to exorcise some demons.- John W. Hinckley, Jr.</b></span></span></i></span></span><table cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-top: 5px; "><tbody></tbody></table></span></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-7465677318513476142010-03-27T06:19:00.000-07:002010-03-27T06:36:31.514-07:00The Lost Soul<span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ok. So, I made this poem in the college Library yesterday on the guidelines of my beloved friend Akanksha who was throwing literature jargon at me dissecting it into stresses, unstresses, beats, vowels, and exactly-what? stuff :D Its ironical, because whenever we read this Akansksha, we are going to be laughing at it, killing the bloody essence :D</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br />What if there was nothing beyond this sorrow,<br />What if this moment never died?<br />How many tears could she borrow?<br />How many diaries would she write?<br /><br />What if she lied on the crimsoned carpet,<br />With bleeding wrists and stained knives?<br />Losing the belief she last lived with<br />In a Hero who never arrives?<br /><br />What if her trust was all misplaced,<br />Was it sin enough for her to die?<br />And could death redeem the soul disgraced?<br />How I wish, she wasnt I.<br /><br />In the shadows of my darkness,<br />Who Am I?<br />In the lost directions of being aimless,<br />Where Am I?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-----------------------------------------<br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Hassake hum, aise mauke kum diye.... Zindagi ne Zindagi bhar gum diye... : (-The Train)</span></span></i>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-39429705017703282202010-03-01T00:53:00.000-08:002010-03-01T01:28:30.867-08:00The Elder Sister Act<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEw9FfhacpkiIBA1UDO2zgxzUL-nzdtnGuWzYX8gzUz1Dtdabo8eNP966PIYLF_2F4JbtsO_a6Au7amoavM1zCTXW7C-9qGaGO7DaKeI0qpiXXJaqS1fZ9nFfWHC8IGFVEDmvVK9V22o3/s1600-h/child_fear.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixEw9FfhacpkiIBA1UDO2zgxzUL-nzdtnGuWzYX8gzUz1Dtdabo8eNP966PIYLF_2F4JbtsO_a6Au7amoavM1zCTXW7C-9qGaGO7DaKeI0qpiXXJaqS1fZ9nFfWHC8IGFVEDmvVK9V22o3/s320/child_fear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443588733663456162" border="0" /></a><br />"15 mins to your performance... please stand in a queue..." came a voice from the wings. I waited backstage in the electric blue and golden outfit we had received for our yearly dance-performance held by our dance academy. The blue was too bold, the skirt too short, the jacket too flashy, but it all looked fine when we stood in the group. Now I know why you seldom spot a monkey alone. The thing about feeling odd is, get a lot to follow your ideologies, dressing style, opinions and the odds eventually even out.<br /><br />I moved a little away from the group. If I stood there for 15 mins, there was a reasonable chance of the Indian Government declaring me as a historical monument. To my right, there were groups of little kids who had just performed. They were yapping away and eating their tiffins, some 6 year old girls were redoing their make-up and wearing their hair in different styles. I was almost awed the way this one kid who pro'lly had milk-teeth was articulately re-applying her lipstick. Her mom's maybe. Its funny, when girls are 6, they act like they are 20 and when they are 20, they want to go back to the age of 6!<br /><br />And amidst all this chaos of jazzy clothes performers, crazy instructors running around with the show-chart, hyper kids, horrified staff members, fat short girls with red lipsticks and thin tall boys in black-leather jackets my eyes fell on this little kid, barely 5 years of age, standing in a corner, on the verge of crying.<br /><br />I sat on the plastic chair near him and signaled him to come towards me. He shrugged his shoulders and came closer still standing against the wall. I pulled him by his hand and brought him right in front of me.<br /><br />Me: What happened??<br /><br />He: (makes a will-break-into-an-ocean-of-tears-face... the countdown begins....5...4...3...2...3..4...5... neither did he cry nor did he speak..all he did was move his lips to create multiple sinusoid waves)<br /><br />Me: Areee...what happened? why are you crying? someone scolded you?<br /><br />He : *nods head in agreement*<br /><br />Me: Dont worry, you go there and sit okay... no one will tell you anything... *kisses him on the forehead*<br /><br />He : *shrugs his shoulders again...and goes to sit...*<br /><br />"Oh hullo... wait...oh?" : followed a husky voice from the back. The lil boy stopped and clenched my arm tight. I turned back to look and spotted this 6 feet tall hunk of a coordinator looking puzzled. As easy to guess, he was the one who punished the lil boy.<br /><br />He-2: Hey, how can you... I punish...<br /><br />Me: *eyes narrow & pointing finger* Oh. So YOU punished him? Did you tell him to stand in that corner?<br /><br />He-2: *confused* Yeah. I punished..<br /><br />Me:*increasing voice pitch* Do you, respected sir, know what can be the consequences of your behavior? Do you know what Section 5B of the Educational Law Amendment Act, 1934 states? Do you?<br /><br />He-2: Huh? no?.. er..<br /><br />Me: The Law states: *in one breath, warp speed, increasing pitch, looking straight into his eyes*... The principal, along with his/ her delegates, of any institution imparting knowledge in any form, by means of written scripts or performing arts, is responsible to the mental/physical health of every minor enrolled as a learner to the concerned institute; the failure of which can lead to the guardian/ parents of the minor to resort to legal recourse against the concerned entity; the responsible delegate or the institution as a whole.<br /><br />He-2: HUH?<br /><br />ME: Do you know what that means? It means, YOU could bring this whole institute down if I accuse you of subjecting that little boy to mental torture, and since I have enough witnesses around, I just MAY move court? do you want me to? DO YOU? Is that what you wish?<br /><br />He-2: No...cmon.. move court? hehe... er.. umm.. yeah...he can sit... I was... umm.. only... trying to...you know...<br /><br />ME: Trying to what? Bully around young kids and feel like a man?<br /><br />He-2: No-No! hehe...er...umm...Ill be back... umm... yeah...<br /><br />ME: You sit sweety. *wiping my lipstick marks on his forehead* Nothing will happen :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I made that law up, extempore. And they say, commerce students are dumb.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >But I know, Im no Superman! : Lazlo Bane</span>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-83640203734692493692009-08-04T15:01:00.000-07:002011-09-14T06:28:01.886-07:00Legally Blonde!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCKMN7ypEhqx8Y0cIc5EgRdA9rjruLx1bXekfMKuH0BvMAf4OXTyUiUgxv8fJWuHAo9iShgdphYO2h1x1mSDkrHCLAbM6iNDwXSnDdKVk_EQHCE_SLVrGos3a3gJzxWzwFD8RAykHZwK1/s1600-h/913-dumb-blonde.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCKMN7ypEhqx8Y0cIc5EgRdA9rjruLx1bXekfMKuH0BvMAf4OXTyUiUgxv8fJWuHAo9iShgdphYO2h1x1mSDkrHCLAbM6iNDwXSnDdKVk_EQHCE_SLVrGos3a3gJzxWzwFD8RAykHZwK1/s320/913-dumb-blonde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366233647997048322" /></a><br />At a coffee shop, I saw this certain bimbo<br />Standing high on heels, arms akimbo<br />Golden brown her hair so sleek, so straight<br />Men stared at her, eyes wide open, mouth agape<br />She looked at me with an eyebrow raised<br />and then ambled my way, in a sexy gait<br /><br />"Are you the chica who wrestled a guy on the football ground?"<br />"Yes!" i said proudly, sensing awe in her sound<br />"I kicked his nuts, you know, he was getting on my wrong side<br />He said I wont be the striker, and I said, who are you to decide?!"<br /><br />"OK, so you twisted his arm, punched his nose, and got into a phyisical fight game?<br />What exactly ARE you?A man trapped in a woman's frame??"<br />"Er..no..actually, I had more reasons for my anger<br />He was my best friends ex and had royally cheated on her"<br /><br />"So thats not how you seek vengeance you waste!<br />You should have slept with him, dumped him and given him his own medcine's taste!"<br />"SLEEP?", I freaked out, "Sleep with me? What? With him? Who I??"<br />I did faint with shock, if not completely die<br />"Dude! I dont sleep with men for revenge!<br />Wait! I just *dont* ever sleep with men!!"<br /><br />"You dont do men?" She screamt, pushing her chair away<br />"You dont mean you do...er..do you swing the other way?"<br />"No!No!" I shrieked "Now Im not *that* wild..<br />Its just that I am, you know, the one-man-woman<br />type?"<br />"Ok Stop blushing!" she said, her face aghast<br />Holy Mother Mary of Christ. I have never felt more outcast!<br /><br />"Let me tell you on your face,<br />You are nothing short of a disgrace, to the woman race<br />So to put things in place, I make you like me, and rest my case!"<br /><br />"I appreciate your concern, and your kind words too<br />But heres to quickly update you<br />I like being a talented girl, a lady intelligent<br />And men have always, all my life, pampered me no end!"<br /><br />"So you really want to act like a bloke?<br />You are just as dumb as a yo momma joke!<br />If this is how you are acting, I think I'll see you later!<br />Hey waiter! Heres a greener for her coffee<br />With the change go get this wannabe a toffee!"<br /><br />"Dial down woman!" I was now losing my fuse<br />Two short to slapping, one to abuse<br />"Whats with me being dumb eh? For a brain you have a granule!<br />You couldnt fix a bomb right, even if you read it from AlQuaeda's manual!<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh the pink wire looks fancy, lemme try it with the red</span>!<br />Boom! Bhash!And before you know it, you are dead!"<br /><br />"Enough said!" She fumed and stormed out mad<br />I was glad, and opened my laptop-->notepad<br />And jotted all that she said, then before going to bed<br />Looked into the mirror, to get a picture clearer<br />"Am I THE woman in a man's world or the converse?", I asked myself<br />Donno,really,but maybe a venn diagram would help...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />------------------------------------------------------<br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Kabbalah helps you confront your fears. If a girl borrowed my clothes and never gave them back, and I saw her wearing them months later, I would confront her. (-Paris Hilton)</span></span></i></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-41159894064472628822009-06-11T00:24:00.000-07:002009-06-13T03:49:58.587-07:00The Final Fire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJrnSLQmKy3gS2XpMzlN-SxahYtfQZY32QYnaD-dXqyZmo1zMmaHCrO5t8ZIQLZ9VsKgW6UqqCxTpmPYjggLCmHVVa10xdaW1-FRJcZK5LfSneRx7F8XV22W07kVGDT5LyVBf9O6VCp1L/s1600-h/qualm3.jpg08033a6f-3053-4f6e-8348-fdc233ca9750Large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJrnSLQmKy3gS2XpMzlN-SxahYtfQZY32QYnaD-dXqyZmo1zMmaHCrO5t8ZIQLZ9VsKgW6UqqCxTpmPYjggLCmHVVa10xdaW1-FRJcZK5LfSneRx7F8XV22W07kVGDT5LyVBf9O6VCp1L/s400/qualm3.jpg08033a6f-3053-4f6e-8348-fdc233ca9750Large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346532234764075010" /></a><br />Lying in his arms, my head on his shoulder<br />warmed by his touch, the night getting colder<br />I knew his eyes were deceiving,I knew it wasnt forever<br />The last puff, of the last cigarette, he had promised we'd have together.<br /><br />One night, tonight, come dawn, he'd be gone<br />Left with his reveries, deserted in this luscious lawn<br />those chuckles,in concentric circles, will float aimlessly in the air<br />with the last puff, of the last cigarette, he had promised we'd share.<br /><br />And when he'll be lost in his world,with me, disconnected<br />Incomplete I'll be, indecorously intoxicated<br />Yet no fervor will fire within me,of no vodka, no coke<br />nor the last puff,of the last cigarette, he had promised we'd smoke...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br />-------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Frohike: You don't smoke?<br />Scully: But who's got a match? (several lighters are in front of her immediately) Well ... I just can't decide who lights my fire.<br />--(X-Files)</span></span></div>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-83275781411824981292009-05-06T04:03:00.000-07:002009-05-06T10:51:55.167-07:00Tonload of questions!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1gV9_rapJl5L4y4kTbf5Q2AUnnrI198lUmSOE0PquZ8g4mOI6LK83xyOaSyrYNxQQZ0OFsS4jVxGJkcf80ElRcX3lN7tPkHdRjwN7sNxnujNaw0QwMyzj7wPkyJCEqv_5Oc9JV59kDCe/s1600-h/question_mark31234106176.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1gV9_rapJl5L4y4kTbf5Q2AUnnrI198lUmSOE0PquZ8g4mOI6LK83xyOaSyrYNxQQZ0OFsS4jVxGJkcf80ElRcX3lN7tPkHdRjwN7sNxnujNaw0QwMyzj7wPkyJCEqv_5Oc9JV59kDCe/s200/question_mark31234106176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332670412507386338" /></a><br />LAST TIMES…<br />1. Last beverage: Milk with some protein powder(blek!)<br />2. Last phone call: Nanisa,Jaipur (my grandmom)<br />3. Last text message: Omkar Taware...(he sent me condolence sms after seeing Arsenal's loss in the news :P)<br />4. Last song you listened to: Snuff (SlipKnot)<br />5. Last time you cried: haha...this could have gone back to a distant date, but no, last night :)<br /><br />HAVE YOU EVER...<br /><br />6. Dated someone twice: Haha...you wish...<br />7. Been cheated on? : Yeah<br />8. Kissed someone & regretted it? :No, not kissed & regretted it! :D<br />9. Lost someone special? No...<br />10. Been depressed? : oh..depressed/dejected/denied/devastated..several times..<br />11. Been drunk and threw up?.. No..but why would you spend on a drink you threw up? :O (also, other way round)<br /><br />LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:<br /><br />12. Olive Green<br />13. Crimson Red<br />14. Deep Purple (not the band!)<br />15. Basic black<br /><br />FIRSTS :<br />16. Made new friends: High School<br />17. Fallen out of love: not yet fallen in it... ;)<br />18. Laughed until you cried: There have been so many of them..cant recollect the first but should have been some prank in school..<br />19. Met someone who changed you: Nu-uh..I Dont like free advices, for they cost me my time..<br />20. Found out who your true friends were:in time, yeah..When the shit hits the fan, some friends stay, some run :)<br />21. Found out someone was talking about you:Always...and i love that part..i mean I'd die if people stopped talking about me :P<br /><br />HAVE YOU:<br /><br />22. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: No dude!<br />23. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: about 95%..then i have some common friends kinda acquaintances and some gooner friends 'round the globe...<br />24. How many kids do you want to have: three...a boy a girl and again a girl in that order :)<br />25. Do you have any pets: sigh! :( i wished i was allowed to have one...<br />26. Do you want to change your name: The best thing about me IS-- my name<br />27. What did you do for your last birthday: Postponed the party by a day..and then terror struck mumbai..so sat home surfing news channels...<br />28.What time did you wake up today: 6 a.m..had to go to the temple..<br />29. What were you doing at midnight last night: watching a soccer match..actually kickoff was 12.15 so i was kind of praying at 12 dot.<br />30. Name something you CANNOT wait for : Post-graduating!!<br />31. Last time you saw your father: this morning..<br />32. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i could go back in the past and correct a few things... apologize to some...and kill some others...<br />33. Most visited web page: Arsenal homepage/Economsit/Wikipedia/Google/Orkut<br /><br />WHAT'S YOUR :<br /><br />34. Name: Abhilasha Dafria<br />35. Nicknames: Aby, Abybaby, Daffy, Daffy Duck, AD, Lasha, Abhi, *%&%(#, @%#, etc.<br />36. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius<br />37. Male or female or transgender : Female<br />38. Elementary: JB Vachha<br />39. Colleges: Vivekanad/SIES<br />40. Hair color: Changes with fashion... Im stuck to original black for now<br />41. Long or short: Long<br />42. Height: 5.7"<br />43. Do you have a crush on someone? Plenty of them ;)<br />44. Ever been in love? Love is family...<br />45. Piercings? two in each ear and a Navel ring too<br />46. Tattoos? No... but im getting one soon :)<br />47. Righty or lefty: Righty<br />48. First surgery: An abortion when i was 18...just kidding...never been thru a surgery..<br />49. First piercing: My ears when i was 2...<br />50. First best friend: Rita<br />51. First sport you loved: Basketball<br />52. First pet : Dont Push it :|<br />53. First vacation: Jaipur<br />54. First concert: AR Rehman<br />55. First crush : Dr.Cooper (my dentist)<br />56. Eating: Home-made cookies<br />57. Drinking: Chilled lemonade<br />58. I'm about to: say this is getting boring :(<br />59. Listening to: Purple Haze<br />60. Waiting for: Christmas? No, weekend actually..<br /><br />YOUR FUTURE<br /><br />61. Want kids? yep.. 3 of them :) I also want some puppies :O<br />62. Want to get married? Shouldn't this question be preceding the above one?<br />63. Careers in mind? Entrepreneurship,HRD,HRP,Translator<br /><br />WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?<br /><br />64. Lips or eyes: Mischievous eyes/Intellectual eyes/talkative eyes/grim eyes<br />65. Hugs or kisses: ? One follows the other..<br />66. Shorter or taller: Taller...(or im the man?)<br />67. Older or Younger: Min +2 months Max + 4 yrs<br />68. Romantic or spontaneous: Romantically spontaneous...not very romantic tho... i prefer humor filled conversations and arguments over cozy candle light dinners..<br />69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Long arms :)<br />70. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive more..a tad loud too..<br />71. Hook-up or relationship: wtf? Marriage!:|<br />72. Trouble maker or hesitant: Trouble maker...im hesitant:D<br /><br />HAVE YOU EVER :<br />73. Kissed a stranger: hell no! Srew you mate! Get over the kissing thing! X(<br />74. Lost glasses/contacts: Lost my lenses couple of times..<br />76. Broken some one's heart: Yeah...i have broken many hearts actually.. Its wrong, I know.. :(<br />77. Had your own heart broken: What goes around, comes around :)<br />78. Been arrested: For breaking the signal?<br />79. Turned someone down: Yeah...many times...Im a bitch, i know :|<br />80. Cried when someone died: I was more freaked out and numbed than being in tears...<br />81. Liked a friend that is a boy? Yep<br /><br />DO YOU BELIEVE IN:<br /><br />81. Yourself: I believe only in myself<br />82. Miracles: happen..<br />83. God: is watchful...<br />84. Love at first sight: No..some crushes materialise...some dont..<br />85. Heaven: Dont care..<br />86. Santa Claus: Who? Alex Ferguson?<br />87. Kiss on the first date? No. only *handshakes* for the first couple of months :P<br />88. Angels: Friends :)<br />89. Devils: answered in question 81.<br /><br />ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:<br /><br />90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? ummmm......eeyeahh i guess...<br />91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No<br />92. Wanted to kill someone ever? Wanted to take an iron rod and smack his head off.Still want to actually.<br />93. Among your blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? Whats a blog-mate? :O How do you kiss a blog-mate?:O Whats with the kissing thing?Are you rubbing it in? :O is this a psychometric test? Are you Mrs.Vette? :O<br />94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? Lost count<br />95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend? : Nah.<br /><br />ASSOCIATE WITH SOMETHING YOU WEAR :<br /><br />96. White: Cotton fabric Shorts<br />97. Black: Nail paints<br />98. Red: Arsenal Home Jersey<br />99. Pink: (Floyd? :P) umm...lip gloss, maybe...<br />100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yes...so would a 100 truths make up for one righteous lie? ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />----------------------------------------------------<br />She don't lie...She don't lie...She don't lie...Cocaine! (Clapton)The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590586290706818727.post-60153301534583480842009-05-04T12:59:00.000-07:002011-09-14T06:58:56.870-07:00The Man-Hunt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXkpt8t1UwX4FCoQ6RaBEeSO8TZdGWHZ_vYG7hBDmqkaBUB5tslWFOVMTubJWhRNc8WEadFX2LG2-dyw1qaq92LZhbfZC78H4WKtVTYPaJAYppsPG47gZHWxh-16p-hfGkBgXowuuBcSG/s1600/ipod.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXkpt8t1UwX4FCoQ6RaBEeSO8TZdGWHZ_vYG7hBDmqkaBUB5tslWFOVMTubJWhRNc8WEadFX2LG2-dyw1qaq92LZhbfZC78H4WKtVTYPaJAYppsPG47gZHWxh-16p-hfGkBgXowuuBcSG/s320/ipod.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652214166194953858" /></a><br /><br />With a mission in mind, I walked to the first guy<br />standing with his arm resting on a car<br />He looked so stoned, so flashy, so high<br />He almost looked a Johnny Bravo from far<br /><br />"Are you THE MAN??" i asked him in quest<br />Looking serious to the core<br />He pulled off his glares and flexed his chest<br />And one sleeve of his tight Tee, almost tore :|<br /><br />"ofcourse <span style="font-style:italic;">babes</span>!" he exclaimed pushing back his hair<br />and I heard girls yelling from all corners<br />"Im rich, Im handsome, Im smart, Im fair<br />with just one KT in my BA Hons.!"<br /><br />Disappointed, I asked this second dude<br />who was laughing loud with his gang<br />His jokes seemed so gay to me,<br />I already knew he wasn't The MAN<br />"I'm THE MAN, don't doubt that <span style="font-style:italic;">my dear</span><br />I've 80GB porn, you can check my PC<br />with 25% attendance, I graduate in commerce each year<br />And i can do a wheelie on my Pulsar 220CC"<br /><br />My final attempt was a guy amidst thick books<br />He appeared to be an engineer<br />It took me a moment to register his looks<br />for everyone looked identical in his peer! :O<br /><br />"I'm THE MAN and the greatest one at that<br />for I've curbed and served what they all are urging<br />I fucked life for four years, and it gladly fucked me back<br />And then again, I'm still virgin :|<br /><br />I burst out laughing, happiness galore<br />And so I asked him out for some expensive irish coffee<br />"expensive" he said, "doesnt deter me nomore"<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Im programed to like numbers>forty... :-|"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------<br /><span style="font-style:italic;" >There has to be a mathematical explanation for how bad your tie is. --(John Nash, A Beautiful Mind)</span>The Ink in My Veins...http://www.blogger.com/profile/00018984506614761561noreply@blogger.com9