the ultimate joy

A man is born to deliver, to give to others; all throughout his life. Love to his spouse, care to his siblings and time to his passions. Few men earn enough, to give to the community, the society, the country or may be the world. Somewhere in between, they die.

When does he find the ultimate joy? When he, holds the baby he made, or, drives the new car he bought, or, learns how to play the guitar and then plays it for his soul mate. May be its something simpler. I guess, its the small appreciations he receives for the small nothings he does all the time around people. That's his fuel to keep him running day and night. Until one day he dies.; happy.

You live and learn. At any rate, you live. Douglas Adams

ways to stay human.....

Insanity is like a brush stroke on a canvas. Only, the color is white. Hard to spot, yet almost harmless.
Insanity strikes me when, my plans fail, and I am assured that He has plans for me.

Thank you God.

3 things to let you know..........

It had to be now. So, in no specific order of chronology, impression or reason; I have a few thought balls bouncing in my mind.

1. In an ideal world, If I do what I've always done, I should get what I've always gotten. Even in the real world, I find perfect explanation for all my actions. Only, some are not rational enough, while the rest don't matter.
# I had to make 3 trips to the BMV (Bureau of Motor Vehicles) today, to get my driving license. I missed a document each time and was sent back with a smile (note: BMV has all female employees). When finally they took my photograph for the DL, I looked like crap. Now, whenver a bar bouncer, a cop or an aquaintance looks at my ID, I have an explanation.

2. Sometime back, I asked someone, "So, why do you pray everyday? What do you have to do to make Him consider your request?" I got a brilliant answer: " He does listen to me each time I pray. But, most of the times his answer is - No. I flatter him all the time, telling him how great he is. I thank him, to please him just enough to get a Yes."
# Last Friday evening, I cleaned my place, took a shower, lit a fragarence candle, switched off all lights and sat down to pray. But soon my mind wandered; to sex.

3. Being the joker is a tough job. You make 'em laugh all the time, and yet not expect anything from anyone, not even a smile. Its like sainthood. It'll take me a while, but I think I can get there, be Godlike. :P
See i just failed. Starting over again............
# The joker in Dark Knight says that he is not a schemer, he just does things. Yet, he kills 10 cops, brings down a helicopter, gives Batman the wrong address for Rachel and turns Harvey into Two-face.

perfect days

These are my perfect days of despair. I will never forget them just like the others from past. I bet I am not the only one thinking about it. But I sure am the one enjoying it the most.

It's a dream come true.

a few lines that stayed

Maria: I won't regret a bit if I know I die tomorrow. My parents would be sad. But it don't matter to anyone if I am not alive any more.
Maria is 35, single, doing research; plans to go back to being the professor she was.

Carlos: I bought a red honda civic with sun roof on the second day of my job. However, I have no place to stay, no place to park.
Carlos starts a new job, a new life at Seattle this Monday.

Joe: There is so much that can be done. I am unpredictable this spring.
Joe Sinfield is a professor at CEM, Purdue.


Lucas: There is more to life than basketball. Love and success don't mix. It ain't enough if you dream, u've gotta kill at least a few.
Lucas Scott is the new coach for the Ravens (One Tree Hill)


Sachin: It is very weird, it hurts (when things I know will happen, do happen)
Sachin Verma is in Delhi at JLLM.


And I thought I am the only one fed up.

:song for now:

poetry of the hackneyed

i wake up to no sunshine or breakfast eggs
no clear sky to glide no blooming path to tread
i come back at dusk not to coffee but to whisky pegs
no sleep, no dreams, wide gaping thoughts instead

this sounds like a day like everyday
like a song like every song
like words, of no special need
like poetry, of the hackneyed

they

one quiet evening with distant birds,
i'll try remembering everyone.

all who wove my sky,
all who spilled my seas.

all the names, all their faces,
all the songs, all their words.

get me the magic mirror,
teach me the zen.

tell me how, my Almighty,
tell me when.



and for now...................