On my mind

She said, "John , you're a fair -weather friend! As long as I'm sweet, loving Bonnie you are here for me, but as soon as I'm not, you walk right out that door." Then she paused, and her eyes filled up with tears. As her tone shifted she said, "Right now I'm in pain. 1 have nothing to give, this is when 1 need you the most. Please, come over here and hold me. You don't have to say anything. I just need to feel your arms around me. Please don't go." I walked over and silently held her. She wept in my arms. After a few minutes, she thanked me for not leaving. She told me that she just needed to feel me holding her.

Its high time that technology takes a leap in the motor manufacture space . A wonder element needs to be discovered that has strength of titanium and elasticity like rubber. Imagine, parking the car would be so much easier!!   U wouldn't hear 'Ann Do, AnnDo, AnnDo' but 'Bam, Bam , Bam..' Ho gayi ji gaddi paarrk!!:D

She happened to remember an old gmail account details. "Ahh its been so long" she thought when she keyed in the password. After trying a few times she got the password right. What appeared seemed a lost island, a space once brimmed with activity now a desert forlorn . The chat window showed some of her contacts ,she quickly moved her status to invisible to avoid any attention.  Sent box was full of emails sent to a large list of hrs of various companies. She relived the time of her struggle for the first job.  Updating resume on job portals and searching and applying.  Inbox was full of spam emails from job portals and marriage sites. She moved to look for the other folders. She had forgotten that gmail kept all chat logs in a folder. A strange feeling swept her off like she was moving back in time , a time she was young  ..foolish ..naive. She brisked through the records and opened one .. Reading through the lines the same feeling..the same feeling  s...

Read it somewhere and thought will keep it close.. At age 4, success is.....not wetting your pants. At age 12, success is... having friends. At age 16, success is... having a driver's license. At age 20, success is... having sex. At age 35, success is... having money. At age 50, success is... having money. At age 60, success is... having sex. At age 70, success is... having a driver's license. At age 75, success is... having friends. At age 80, success is... not wetting your pants.

I smell my sweat And I find you close When I turn ur side U are not there The door is open The kitchen buzzing.. Alas u got up first I hate the tea you make I smile when I see you Pushing the cup to me U know that I hate The tea you make.. Too much milk, a tad too sweet I miss my over the top gingerly cup.. I smile …U smile.. I thank u for the morning tea.. U ask for breakfast in bed.. I smile..U smile..

" Testosterone Inc Book Review " getAbstract.com offers this as nothing more than an entertaining, bitchy romp through the boom-to-bust roller coaster careers of four men who ruled recklessly with fl ashes of brilliance and then fell from the sky. It’s a swell read, but you may want to wash up afterward. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nihilism The term nihilism is sometimes used in association with anomie to explain the general mood of despair at a perceived pointlessness of existence that one may develop upon realising there are no necessary norms, rules, or laws. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sofia_Kovalevskaya Many persons who have not studied mathematics confuse it with arithmetic and consider it a dry and arid science. Actually, however, this science requires great fantasy. There must be something like intuition in a first-rate mathematician’s mind, some lightning flare to uncover what has been there all along. Rigorous, meticulous, one mu...

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat I tried to find the sound But then it stopped, and I was in the darkness, So darkness I became The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map And knew that somehow I could find my way back Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out You left me in the dark No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight In the shadow of your heart The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out...

10:00 AM While I slog in mediocrity, delivering a TED Talk is the dream I secretly harbor. Watching the videos on Ted.com is my favorite time pass and you always learn a thing or two. Humour essentially is the key part of any conversation. It can breathe life to any of the banal topics and jack horner here does this stupendously.. http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/en/jack_horner_building_a_dinosaur_from_a_chicken.html

It was the second day of the killing headache. A night's sleep will make everything right I thought. But clearly it was not the way my Sunday was supposed to be. While I walk , I seethe under pangs of pain starting at the   back of my ears convoluting at the middle. Not been able to bend or for that matter move my head much. Why? What could be the reason of this ' all-over-the head-headache'? I have no clue. I am sure all of us have been through these run- of- the- mill aches. They were the handy tools that allowed one to bunk school on the day of a tough test . The worst of them all is the toothache..oh   boy..you can't live with it and you won't die either. I had two of my molars removed while I was still in class 7 . And you can't do without a pain killer..all ayurvedic tantrums prove to be a hoax when it comes to the satanic powers of a toothache. Beside these, the ladies are bestowed with a monthly hoard of pain when you can't feel your legs ...

Of all the challenges   adult life has posed, engaging myself in a meaningful conversation with a diverse audience seems one among the difficult ones.   As a child it was fine for me to pay my respects to the visiting uncles n aunts and retire to my room for studies , on some rare occasions helping my mom with   tea and stuff. But adult life beckons you to be a good host and of all the powers that a good host should possess in her kitty is the power of being a chatterbox.:) It seems I am living a life   in a Universe parallel and a boring conversation is a door to the parallel realm. Cometh a boring topic   which I am too lazy to opine on ..and poof I am sucked into the magical world on my sub-conscious. A few observant people have asked the dreaded question..'What are you thinking'? And I have no answer..for as to answer their question I will have to explain a whole new world to them ;its too much work for results as insignificant as being comprehended...

We all are aware of   the role coconut plays in the    execution of most of the Hindu rituals. The breaking of coconuts is deemed auspicious before starting any new venture and a dry coconut is an important of any post yagna prasad . I always thought the rituals involved ingredients which were not only deemed important but were easily available around us. However, Coconut,   which fails this assumption , is a tropical fruit growing in the sandy beaches of coastal areas, apart from the crude sceneries we all drew in the Arts class, where the coconuts were allowed to grow on hilly terrains , next to huts , next to busy roads or practically any terrain. What baffles me is how people in   Northern Himalayan region started using it in their rituals? Was it imported from lands hundreds of miles away ? I believe that   all the rituals that we follow made sense at some point of time, now they are mere paradigms one is too afraid to break free of… It might have ...

It's all about the Money.. And I hate when people pretend its not... ******************** I never got the probability questions ryt, what's the point anyway after all it's all probabilty!!

The Lavie Handbag Commercial feat Kareena made me toss on my seat saying 'Yeah that’s a real Gal'. After bugging the salesman for hours for Black hang bag, she finally picks up an Orange one with a perfect finish line...'Who said Black??' Hats off to the advertising team of Lavie , they have surely hit the bull's eye. I mean..that's how we are!!! And the sooner one makes peace with the fact that a woman has a million faces ..the better. I mean..would you like to date a gal who knows what she wants..does what she decides to do for the day..has sorted priority list..then u are definitely gay..Go Marry a MAN! Next time someone tries to make me feel horrible for not being sorted out..tells me I am too moody..I should change myself..blah blah and all that  bullshit…(I would like to say Fuck off but that’s not how things work ryt??) I will let him watch this commercial.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLkaOUmtSyE   Atleast I don't spend that muc...

Love the way u love me And love the way your eyes Hold a silent promise.. I can feel it and believe it.. Love the way you love me And love the way you give in When I say I am the boss.. And my smile runs into yours.. Now I can feel it and believe it.. Love the way you love me And   love the way you're nervous when you bid me goodbye.. I know it.. Can feel it and believe it.. And I can say.. That I am Finally In Love.. PS : If eva I learn how tu play a geetaar(:D), I will sing this to the tune that runs in my mind..(humm..buzz...twaang)

Let me be very specific I am not sure I love you But I am so scared to let u go.. I see my life in you Baby jus don’t go away.. Take all sun, moon, rain And every thing that walks, crawls and has feathers.. I'l be the most caring and most the faithful person U will ever get.. U are not mine..not just yet, After all, I know that U are the 'one' And I'l , I will ask you Jus don’t go away.. It's you.. the person for whom I want to sing for all my life I don’t  have to think when I write for u My creativity reaches Siberia and runs down to equator I may not have said it in the best way, But pls think about us Jus don’t go away from me.. I am not the smartest person, I am not the richest of the riches, But I will make the life for u.. Jus be my side and I will turn the world for u.. I need some time, Telling me in my ears That its done.. The best cushion is wen u sleep wi...

This moment with you floating with the celestial dreams fusing together ,colours laugh and I am alive... With your hand in mine my soul takes a new shape unfettered ,unshackled .. and my smile attains a meaning pure and unadorned .. when you hold my eyes I love myself and the vagabond vision culminates, abounding with unearthly views Here,next to you I own the world and i feel alive..

Do you know my story I bet you don't What I dream in the night, What I think over my coffee? What takes me over When I stop talking? Why I am so silent On a moving train What I see outside   the barren landscape.. Do you wanna know Do you? Do you wanna know What I feel when I see a beggar on the road, A fellow in the waiting room Do you wanna know Wat I think of a bird Perching the branch ever so tightly And diving down ever so lightly.. What the clouds tell me What the moon whispered to me   the other day? Do you care to find out, Why do I like a maaw, And why I think out loud Smiling and speaking something to myself Life will go by, With you by my side But you will never know me As I hide it all inside Carefully laden sheets of smiles, Care , tears and love..

Sifting through his almirah, Searching for a book He , drew out an old volume Off the rack, Something fell down, He turned , It was a picture of hers.. He has taken it, Silently, capturing her unaware While she was gulping down A 'Paani ka bataasha' He had waited for the right moment, Waited for her to open her mouth, Put the whole thing inside, Chew it softly, And squeeze her eyes 'Click'   'Waut u doin'?? She had asked with her mouth full.. I hate you for this, she squirmed Faking anger, she looked so silly He had decided he will get it printed.. With the silly face and disheveled   hair In the pale old picture She still looked beautiful..

  The movie was preluded by Vicco Vajradanti and Vicco Tumeric (nahi Cosmetic ) advertisements that   reminded me of the Saturday-night-movie-watching at Doordarshan as a kid. After few more Hyderabad establishment's advts, a few public notices , No Smoking and 'Need No Pirate' posters , the movie finally started. The screen paves a   way to the Pre world war   British era and the eyes take some time to get accustomed to the darker tones of the screen . If you are bored of watching the scantly clad chicks of hollywood , the dark robes of the characters here provide some variety . Now in retrospect, Red and black and white offcourse   were the only colors in the whole movie.   Though robert   is the witty, funny, sharp and ever so quick detective of yours , I always kept looking for the fair toned, green eyed Jude Law , the possessor of a balmy Brit voice.   The dialogues have a rhythm of a flowing stream and the verbosity characteristic to British...