Showing posts with label rashmi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rashmi. Show all posts

December 11, 2010

KARMA-SCHRAMA..



What is Karma?
A lot many have tried to interpret this answer for ages. And a lot of answers are probably based on ones wisdom and experience with life. Imagine life to be a vast Gurukul, where everyone is here to live some, learn some and maybe find themselves over the time – Disciples.
And there is something called Dharma which again is linked to Karma, stated in Bhagvat Gita. I have always been a little dumbfounded when the intellectual people chased the subject of Dharma-Karma mumbo-jumbo. I have come to know that life has a design for everybody. And it’s a strange to think that the universe is constantly in motion spaced out by time, concurring that whatever that has to happen eventually does happen and when it does we have to be ready. Life can catch you off guard as well, Give you happiness when you least expect it or bring upon doom. In these make or break situation, all one can do is live that moment completely as nothing lasts long. Again pointing to the ever constant motion of the universe.
So what drives these situations is a question way beyond our thinking that you can derive numerous conclusions on systematic, yet eccentric turn outs of the event life lines up for us. And there is Destiny, which has its own theory, and I have never got the hang of what it meant, ever... I have always been the go-getter types who always stuck to my beliefs stubbornly. So the word Destiny probably doesn’t exist in my dictionary. But strangely, the words Dharma and Karma are closely associated with Destiny. In a more scientific approach, Life is an Oscillator circuit, Evaporation-Condensation cycle, a computer algorithm which constantly gives you a feedback on what Input you feed. So I guess life’s exactly like that. Your action defines the outcomes and later the circumstances and so goes on the cycle.
My Parents always instilled in me that age old line derived from Bhagvat Gita : “ Karmanye Vaadikaraste, Maa phaleshu Kadachana.” (Do your duties unconditionally and never expect the fruit back)
So the real question is: Does Karma really come back? And personally I have believed in this feedback system strongly, some through personal experience and some through my kith and kins. So doing good becomes important and a necessary character in a person to attain peace and satisfaction. History and mythology have always glorified the Good over evil and its always like a Diehard action movies where the evil villain is vanquished and peace prevails!
Karma is one phase. And the other phase is the “coming back to you” phase. And there’s absolutely no sourness when the good times last. Its only when the bad times set in we tend to retort back and ask the question “why me?” It takes a lot more to stay put when the bad rains are here pouring down on you.. Its takes lots of courage, Positive thinking and faith to pull yourself through. No good deed goes waste. And no degree of mercy or forgiveness changes your karma. Your doings are your own and if any demons that roar out of them, its up to you to fight your own battles and suck the poison out of your life and turn into a better person altogether. If you‘re not one of them who wants to change the world out there, which is not a bad thing, trust me. Sometimes the change has to be from within to inspire those around you. You can do your share by smallest of gestures which make a huge difference in this universe. Just be good, work hard, stay compassionate, stay positive, value your family and most importantly respect life and not degrade it by undermining its potential to throw you over like a wave of tsunami. Most importantly, Smile! There’s something called life that will smile back at you as well and you don’t want to miss that do you?

Newton’s third law of Motion: Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

November 14, 2010

Freedom skies..

Is it time already?
To realize that there is a pain that does not hurt.
Is this the end of the line?
One step ahead is an eternity of freedom.

Blurry morning with rain drops pouring,
My window fogs up clearing my mind.
The strangest feeling in the world pleads to bind,
To engulf me and protect me.

Every breath of air screams of freedom,
You made a spot and wondered about it a lot.
Every screech of the wind carves a fresh gash,
Every move I make seems unconscious,
But you know you‘re not dreaming.

You wake up to the gloom,
And yet it seems to bloom.
You wake up the dullness,
Yet it so bright.
You wake up to forget the night,
Yet the deception feels so right.

This is for all those people who re at the point in their lives where nothing seems right, But nothings seems wrong either. Its just vast land of freedom to roam around.

August 30, 2010

My world on your shoulders,
I lay there forever,
Little whispers of your heart,
linger in my mind..
I lay there forever,
Are you my world I was looking for..??
Are you everything I was hoping for?

August 29, 2010

Why women love men..!! ( Something men need to know and its time we appriciate them)



We love men because they can never fake orgasms, even if they wanted to.

Because they write poems, songs, and books in our honor.

Because they never understand us, but they never give up.

Because they can see beauty in women when women have long ceased to see any beauty in themselves.

Because they come from little boys.

Because they can churn out long, intricate, Machiavellian, or incredibly complex mathematics and physics equations, but they can be comparably clueless when it comes to women.

Because they are incredible lovers and never rest until we’re happy.

Because they elevate sports to religion.

Because they’re never afraid of the dark.

Because they don’t care how they look or if they age.

Because they persevere in making and repairing things beyond their abilities, with the naïve self-assurance of the teenage boy who knew everything.

Because they never wear or dream of wearing high heels.

Because they’re always ready for sex.

Because they’re like pomegranates: lots of inedible parts, but the juicy seeds are incredibly tasty and succulent and usually exceed your expectations.

Because they’re afraid to go bald.

Because you always know what they think and they always mean what they say.

Because they love machines, tools, and implements with the same ferocity women love jewelry. Because they go to great lengths to hide, unsuccessfully, that they are frail and human.

Because they either speak too much or not at all to that end.

Because they always finish the food on their plat.

Because they are brave in front of insects and mice.

Because a well-spoken four-year old girl can reduce them to silence, and a beautiful 25-year old can reduce them to slobbering idiots.

Because they want to be either omnivorous or ascetic, warriors or lovers, artists or generals, but nothing in-between.

Because for them there’s no such thing as too much adrenaline.

Because when all is said and done, they can’t live without us, no matter how hard they try.

Because they’re truly as simple as they claim to be.

Because they love extremes and when they go to extremes, we’re there to catch them.

Because they are tender they when they cry, and how seldom they do it.

Because what they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.

Because they make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.

Because they really love their moms, and they remind us of our dads.

Because they never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.

Because they don’t lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.

Because they have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don’t want them to.

Because when we say “I love you” they ask for an explanation.



Source : Will not not reveal.! :)

August 14, 2010

Bad things that can happen to you..!



You sneeze more than 3 times in a row.
You figure out that you have more hair on your butt than on your head
You put on your pants and realize they are too tight in the thighs.
You are slightly annoyed but have no idea why.
You realize that knuckles look very odd.
You flip the channels one to many times and have to go back
Being really thirsty and taking a big gulp of your Sprite only to discover that the syrup is out and you have a big nasty cup of carbonated water
Drop your books in the hall
You experience DejaVu
You sneeze while having food in your mouth
the soap breaks
Someone e-mails you a chain-letter
You get caught picking your nose.
One nipple gets hard and pokes you shirt all day but the other one stays normal
You pet the nice doggy, then smell your hand.
Waking up on Valentines Day to the sound of sex through the walls, and you're all alone.
You get the Macarena song stuck in your head
A bird craps on you
You forget to put on a bra & go to work
Some random person squeezes your arse lovingly in a crowd.
Your alarm clock doesn't go off.
You wake up 5 minutes before your alarm clock goes off
The alarm clock did go off
You fail to silence a fart in public.
You lose only one contact lens and didn't bring glasses
You burn your dinner
You realize your fly is open, in public, two hours after going to the bathroom
Your backpack makes the back of your dress ride up exposing your ass
You have to walk in to a REALLY stinky bathroom to wash your hands only to leave and find a long queue outside who are now convinced that you made the stink.
Stuck in a boring conversation
You get someone elses laundry mixed up with your own - its their underwear - and there are skid marks.
A bird poops on your windshield

August 13, 2010

If UDAAN was made by Karan Johar.



If Udaan was made by Karan Johar :

#1 The name wouldnt have been 'Udaan' for starters..maybe something starting with K.
How about k-UDAA-daN? Because thats where your movies belong..! BURN..!!!

#2 And Ronit Roy wouldnt have been living in some tinpot house in Jamshedpur..It would have been London or Miami..
And that tinpot Premier Padmini car he drives would have been replaced by some helicopter landing on the helipads of the building.

#3 The protoganist in the movie aka. Rohan wouldnt have to work at some steel factory..Instead he would have been forced to take over a "Baddi Jaydaat" of his father.

#4 Just for an added effect he would have casted Kareena Kapoor as "Poo" as Rohans Love interest.

#5 The background score would have been "Pitra devo bhavam - Acharya devo bhavam" ( Remember K3G?? "Tvame va maata cha pitta tvamevam..? )

#6 Kajol would be in a guest appearing role..Or is that Rani..? Or Preity..?
Karan Johar has the hots for oldies..!

#7 Too many "Sexy Sam" kinda songs..that later becomes a tortune in your head..

# 8 Rohan would discover his mom ( like Rakhee in Karan-Arjun cameo) lying somewhere and discovering the fact that his psycho Dad abandoned her and sent her on an exile..and now She waits all alone in a fit of mercy for the Psycho Dad to take her back. And yes she does all the Karva-Chout ka vrat promptly..! Phew..!

# 9 The "Sautela cute bhai" is all naughty with hi-fi attitude and you wonder "What a fucking spoilt brat"..

# 10 The climax would have been different with families reuniting and Psycho Dad suddenly realising his "mistake" and running towards his son with an Irritating Background score of "Pittro devo bhavam.."

# 11 One John Abraham type guy with his semi nude butt in your face..and all the country's girls going "Woooow" at that chiseled deriere.

# 12 Shahrukh Khan crying to make every audience cry their eyes out. Karan Johar should probably get into some toiletry bussiness, manufacturing Tissue papers to every theatre everytime his movie releases. We need it..!
And heres a market strategy ( for fun of course) : Try and print your face on the tissue papers..You know where we 're gonna use that to "wipe" ass-face..!

# 13 Rohan would discover he has a Nanny called "Ammi-jaan". Most movies of Karan Johar has this character. Dont believe me..? Watch KKHH, K3G, KHNH,MNIK..
Maybe it goes back to K-Jo's mommy issues..And it aint hot..!

# 14 Maybe a hindustani Desh-Bhakti "i modified" song. Remember "Raghupati-Raghav-Raja-Ram","Om-jai-jagadish-hare", "Saare jahan se accha" and "Hum-honge-kaamyaab = We-shall-overcome". Fuck you K-Jo.

# 15 Something about Farida Jalal and Aruna Irani...;P

Crapster is what Karan Johar is..You Faggot..!!

August 8, 2010

I miss you..!

I could sing a song,
about me and you,
Raindrops on my guitar,
Misty fog and the grassy dew..
Gosh, All along I have been saying is,
...I miss you..!
Everybody can see it,
Why cant you..?

June 26, 2010

Working out..!


Why is it that we ‘re so concerned about fitness, but never actually do anything about it? Why do we swoon over a toned washboard abs of men and woman with an hour glass figure ? Why does the whole crowd cheer everytime our very own Sallu Bhai takes off his shirt? Why do we oogle at some skinny model in the calender dressed in the “next best thing to being naked” bikinis? Maybe you can call it respective gender hormones or some wishful thinking of looking like one of them..

This has happened to me…I have been obsessed about a body like a swimsuit model just to dream myself fitting into those LBD’s celebrities seem to carry off on some Red carpet event. Yes I have longed for guys with wash board abs and sweated over Hrithik ‘off-his-T-shirt’ Roshan and Daniel Craig in those sexy blue swimming trunks with broad shoulder and bulging cheek bones walking out of a serene beach. Yes I totally agree with the fact that A good body = good personality..!

So what does one do? Work out..? Jog every morning? Hit the gym? Take kreatin and protein shakes to bulk up? Go on a diet? Yoga?, Kick boxing? Aerobics? Some sort of outdoorsy sports? Or money quencher surgeries and “massage centers’’?

Hell, I considered my options and did what best I could do with my budget and in the view of keeping myself “fit”, I joined a gym..!
And hated it…

So whoever invented the system for lifting heavy stuff and running around and still shell out money and lose extra Kilos? Guess you have got to be on some losing spree..! What a rip off..! The answer goes back to ancient Greek.,where the word gymnasium means “to get naked”. A place designated to educate young men on physical education and sports all naked..! Wish I could go back in time and satiate my voyeuristic appeal of those young Greek god like men sweating it out..! Yeah..!
So back to the story...
I joined a gym and hated yeah?? Well..I can account a lot of reasons as to why I hated it..

#1 : Maybe I am lazy..!
#2 : Maybe I was looking for something less cumbersome.
#3 : Maybe I was looking for something more adventurous.
#4 : Maybe I lacked determination and got bored eventually.

And somehow I give maximum percentage to the last two reason…
The fact is you have got to keep your motivations running at a peak all the time till the end or maybe forever, to successfully say “I work out”, proudly. But that wasn’t the case with me at all.
I was always an irregular person when it came to donning your Reebok shoes and wearing on spandex leggings and running around and keeping a tab of your calorie counts on the console. And plus my gym experience was absolutely dispiriting. The reasons? Well I had woman in their late 20’s or mid 30’s up for working out all the time. And trust me they were no beauties, working out to maintain their godly figure. They were all fat, cellulite loaded chunks of mass balancing on that stretcher and going tipsy on the gym ball.

And I am a healthy individual who gives of the impression that I eat my feelings. And being around with such ‘Cellulite loaded chucks of mass’ wasn’t doing me any good. Because comparatively I loved my body,loved my stomach, loved my butt and loved my legs.. I always ended up thinking “ Atleast I am not like that” watching that ‘Cellulite loaded chunks of mass’ jogging on the treadmills with all her drawers going bounce, bounce, bounce…

So bingo!, I hit my all time low. Happy with my hip to waist ratio I take a shower and put on my 32 inch waist jeans ( Thank god!) and ‘medium’ sized t-shirt ( Thanks Jockey)and head home with some feel-good hormones in my system…Probably the only worth thing I acquired. Maybe I should have more attractive and well toned figures working out in my gym. Atleast it would up my jealousy levels and I would hit the treadmill with a vengeance on 12/13 km per hour..! But sadly that didn’t happen with me. And the worst part of all, there weren’t any hot good looking men I could admire and hit on,.for the time schedule I planned was in the evening.

Again I had moushy men with big round bellies working their seemingly absent abs on the floor. Worst deal ever..!!
So then I just gave up and thanked god again for my ever consuming healthy appetite I seem to have which doesn’t let me gain weight by merely breathing air. So Here I am just eating away a Caramel filled chocolate bar and writing this to you.

Lifes good..! :)
And to hell with the gyms and fitness center…

April 28, 2010

Complainers..!


Okay, I complain a lot.
Not that I am an unhappy person, its just my built up frustration tends ease out by constant procrastination. I mean lets face it life's real hard. So yes, Swearing and complaining helps. This can probably bring in two kind of judgment from your side : One, She is an dissatisfied person or two, she is less of a fighter.
And just to be clear I am certain that I am none of these. But I was an angry teenager. I had a raging tempermant ready to snap its jaws on anyone threatening to prod the waters. People actually were terrified of me when I was in school, and for an extra added effect I was a fat kid. Anybody who dared to pounce on my nerves, actually faced physical injuries. Not that I beat them up ( Hello! I am a girl..!)Its just I chucked anything in my hand at the person out of sheer aggressiveness. Be it a metal pencil case, stone, basket ball or whatever the list goes on.But I changed and for the good. I guess as you grow up, you 're more matured and life bitchslaps you at every situation where you learn new lesson all the time and be a better person.
So long story cut short, I am much more calmer and composed now. My temper seems to be in check and I don't lose it all easy.Because somewhere I have come to realise that bringing out your emotions means being vulnerable to things and proves to be weakness in other people eyes. So that leaves me with fighting down my urge to vent that feeling out. So in a more healthy way I whine and complain. Somehow I tend to find it soothing and a much more healthier way to unwind all the knots inside of you. And a much cheaper way as well. Its like a verbal and mental massage!
For sure not many people like people complaining all the time. I don't as well ( thats probably a hypocritic statement, But atleast i am honest.)
But guys give us a break. At this life thats just so hard to sail by you can always bear the brunt of a complainers, and whiners.
So next time you see a person complaining ( Well let me be specific : comaplaining about sensible and rational things), Just nod in agreement and empathize. Its just one of those tapped anger making its way out in a more warming fashion. Unless you 're trying to prod the storm in a sea of poppies..!
Maybe you should try procrastinating for a while. You will soon see the effect yourself.
Love, peace and brotherhood..! ( And not to forget the complainers..)

April 25, 2010

Naked soul.



I have been dreading my mind lately,
I dread all my fears come to loose,
in my nightmares so dark.

Why does even a picture with you and her
make me dream of you both,
Flesh on flesh,
baring your naked soul?

You sweat out of Ecstacy,
and I sweat out of drudgery of you two.
Oh please dont stop,
My subconscious waking mind gets more creative,
with each minute passing by,
and I don't wanna die,
Please don't wake me, sugar pie..!

January 2, 2010

The Requiem..!



Tell me what has become of me?
I see the green but I don't see the red,
Silent dreams that are left unsaid.
My dreams have faded black.
I am left aside, put in the limelight,
and left aside again.
Oh! the path seems lonely,
My Lord heal the hurt and pain.
I lose my pride bit by bit,
In that moment that crept by.
I long for that feeling,
That feeling of eternity.
My soul seems unrest and grieving.
By the constant lack of sensibility.
Wonder if I have lost the reason,
to everything and for everyone.
I saw you cry,
I saw you survive.
But I am barely through.
I dig my way in most of the time.
Hope you don't mind.
After all I become blind.
from time to time.
As days pass by,
I realise, there is more to me than my pride.