Archive for March, 2008

People. What they make of what was, what is, and what will be.

We come across new people everyday. Some are liked, then again, perhaps, not. People teach. People learn. We consciously try and be the same person with everyone, like we’d discussed once. But each is different in their own way. In a million ways. Not always making it possible, for us to be the same. Topics of discussion also often change with each. That’s where it differs essentially. While the basic personality of us remains.

People. Mood Swings. Conversations. A lot changes with time. When you meet the kind of people that swing the way you do, when often the random conversations are, when you want them to be. And thoughtful, when delved into. Perhaps, the people you discuss things with, that you often don’t with others. Not, intentionally always. It’s the frequency, rather. Sifting like sand, the conversations. Growing as people. As individuals, along the way.

This semester has been __. I’d like to leave it that way. It isn’t over yet. Towards the end of last year, I’d made this list. Out of boredom, provoking quite a bit of meaningful thought though. It’s something my cousin had to do over her psychology course. I review it often. I’ve changed over the last semester.

To rephrase that, I’ve gotten my priorities straight.

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Eight-teen till I die!

Yet another tag. People are kind to remember me, I say! Thanks, phoenix.

Eight things I’m passionate about:

  • Life.
  • Traveling.
  • Sports.
  • Music.
  • Reading.
  • Dance.
  • Doing random things.
  • Adventure.

Eight things I want to do before I die:

  • Travel the world.
  • Design an interesting/useful product.
  • Content.
  • Build my own home.
  • Adventure sports.
  • Drop glassware in a crockery store.
  • Lose my way, and get truly lost.
  • Theater.

Eight things I say often:

  • Sahi hai!
  • What the Fuck!
  • Chusa hua.
  • Gajjabb!
  • Bloody.
  • Behnchodh.
  • Chill maar!
  • Shitt

Eight books I’ve read recently:

  • Acts of Faith by Erich Segal
  • Man, Woman and Child by Erich Segal
  • Almost Single by Advaita Kala
  • The Secret by Rhonda Bryne!
  • Small Remedies by Shashi Deshpande
  • The Hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh
  • To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee( Reading.. Since, forever)
  • English, August by Upamanyu Chatterjee (Reading)

So much for being passionate about reading. These were perhaps read over a period of forever.
Eight Songs I could listen to over and over:

  • Coming Back to Life – Pink floyd
  • Yellow – Coldplay
  • Amsterdam – Coldplay
  • Bas Ek Pal
  • High Hopes – Pink Floyd
  • Dreams – Cranberries
  • Achilles Last Stand – Led Zeppelin
  • I Don’t Want To Stop – Ozzy Osbourne

I’d like to add Days Go By – Dirty Vegas and Superstylin’ – Groove Armada.

Eight things that attract me to my best friends:

  • That they’re themselves.
  • That they don’t judge.
  • They’re all amusing.
  • They’re down right irritating.
  • They’re always there to gang up on taking people’s cases.
  • They’re the people with, you can sit around doing nothing.
  • That we’re eternally plotting away plans enthusiastically, even if all have convincingly always failed.
  • They’re the best.

*What sort of a question is that anyway?!*

Eight people I think should do this tag:

  • Disha Singh/Verma – Hot Disha, like we all know her. :)
  • Natansh Verma – For that terrible sense of humour. There is always hope, boi! Almost there.
  • Harish Alagappa – Here is something that has truly irritated me. In a way, that I couldn’t go beyond 3 in most of the answers.
  • Aneesh Jain – Yes, for barely having pulled me through this. Your turn, Muah aha ha ha ha.
  • Nimish Batra – You seem to need a reason to write? :) No offence meant.
  • Pooja Saxena – It’d be interesting to see your lists.
  • Rohit Khatri – I’m hoping you’d have answers to all of these?
  • Nitin Sagar – For old times sake.

Damn. Finally!

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Can we friends…. Contd.

The “Can we friends” story post, from her blog, has an inspiration. His case, of course was meant to be taken, if, bumped into at the market again. That didn’t quite happen though.

We all bunked our second session, coincidentally and while lazing around the terrace, he happened to walk by. At first it was a surprise to have seen the bunch of them. And then suddenly we mimicked the line he used on her. Initially, he was startled, and after noticing us sitting on the parapet, he ran a mile. He was caught later crossing the street near home, and he ran faster than he could. We kept chanting things about how old he was, and perhaps that he was a in hurry to prepare for his boards. He walked in, ironically, into where a friend stayed previously.

Poor chap. He lives down the road, now that we know. The question is: Will his life be spared?

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Never making sense.

My briefly momentary impulse into walking into the chat room, was to no avail. I simply closed the window the minute it opened. The normal thought, of course, is that the sane definitely have better things to do than hang around a chat room, of all god-damned things. Walking up to random people has become more than a persistent hobby, to say so. The last two people that I actually met over the internet, turned out amusingly. One apparently was a friend’s friend. And the other lived a block away, from the place where a completely new life began. The former I lost touch, while the latter, is a close friend, from over the years, remotely just a virtual friend anymore.

It seems strange though. Falling in love with someone you know through, all that’s being typed in front of you. Of course, however broad minded one might be, now, the internet will still be strange, when being dealt with coming across strangers online, striking up conversations that never seem to end, or let alone – fall in love.

Then again, people you briefly meet, and track over the internet, seem different altogether. Though ideally, just exchange of names as introductions, shouldn’t necessarily count as normal conversations right. All seems to narrow down to how the thought process has carried on, over the times.

It’s almost like, how Rahman is at one end of the world of music, and Reliance at Bam! – the other end. Horrendous. Listening to my room mate’s alarm sound in the morning, gave me the idea. It’s like the they had a whole lot of random sounds and they just decided to play them all at once.

Or like, how room mates, never question where to or where from you’re coming. Though the minute they might know, the real reason, beware. It just might be a story they never will ever want you to forget, for the rest of your life to come.

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Theory classes are useful.

In this revolution of life,

A few seeds are sown,

Some are not, some are grown,

Quite a bit left unknown.

When dreams persist,

Moments are found,

Deterioration might insist,

However ambition, sound.

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Play along.

There is always a little hope, isn’t there? It’s often, that you never know what actually helps seep that in. Every little day might be the same, but it’s the one,essentially, the morning that you wake up, and you KNOW, that it’s, perhaps, going to be little more than the usual.
Perception. Perception that belongs to each particular day. Each little day. Even though days together delve into juggling the thought, to come to a decision, especially, when you know what precisely holds you back, taking that extra step, is what eventually matters.

Or maybe, one should just learn to say it. Saves a lot of debate, you know.

When you are finally free from anything that might embarrass, that is when you can look at yourself, a third person, and try and alter into becoming the person you’ve always wanted to be….

P.S: Life is often worth the risk that is unaccounted for.

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