i'm angry, seriously

Hey, I’m serious today, How can you be so lackadaisical?
What do you understand by blog, tell me?
Yes, tell me,
Does it mean only to read the 5 posts on the top, and simply ignoring the other posts just for the stupid excuse of lethargy?
Does it mean only to read the title of the post, and then settling on your nutty imaginations about it?
I wonder, how can you be so indolent?
Believe me, it’s one of the most sloppy acts of the world.
It hardly takes few of your minutes to explore the post inside the subterranean vault… oh, previous posts I mean, if you still find it enigma. Whatever though, but I don’t understand, how you make it feasible.
Well, what I combat is, I have lot more then these 5 top of the page posts, but you don’t even think to crunch them.
You can spend hour’s with those howling ladies in “saas bahu seriouls”,
You can waist time with fucking stories of college girls,
You can end up your day by thinking about your latest crush,
Ah, number of other illegal things as well, be grateful I’m not releasing here.
You can do all those things, but can’t bother to read something apart from what is available on the page at the recent.
Well hey, sorry if I’ve clinked rather ruthless, but all that I mean, is that
please, please also read my previous posts which are available in the title called "thoughts in the basement". Look, being heated is one side, but even while poring love as well, what i request is that I’ve binded a number of nice things for you, and they ranges apart from these top 5 posts as well.
Please go and read them, I’m sure you’d discover something, that you’ve never experienced.
Ok, I think you’ve got my point, now quickly rush to the previous post, they are available in heading call
"thoughts in the basement".
brouze them, read them, feel them.

i don't understand, why?

Why are some people eternally in quest for the truth? To discover where we have come from, where we are going... In order to find that point which determined
that we shall be the way we are. It is because these people are troubled? Is it because they were born to uncover the mysteries that plague civilisation?
Or is it because they crave an unending puzzle; something that will keep them occupied with no near hope of getting a solution, so that they can ignore
their own demons and try to crack the rhetorical questions that other people utter on pretentious first dates without a care in the world? Are they the
kind of people who, after solving such a mystery, would take up another practically un-doable task? Or is it because it's abysmally early on a should-have-been-lazy
Saturday morning and lack of food has made them believe that their extreme hunger is caused due to the eternal unanswered questions lurking in the shadows of humankind?

Bet you didn't see that coming.
as I have been consistently saying for the past week or so- Bitch :P
I agree as such, I do it myself. wonder why things are this way...
life, human nature, the works... but imagine a person thinking like this 80% of the
time. I am not condemning such people one bit, just wondering how on earth they do it.


Anyways, I’ve got baffled discovering the answer, please, please suggest if you know,
Why!

latest obsession:

I have a crush on a girl. It's not my first, but it feels funny. It feels ridiculously funny:

The thing about new obsessions is they help in getting over old obsessions. The ones that go stale. That at some point stop being so fun. And exciting.
And exhilarating. The ones that once seem like the most important ever. That remind us why life's all wonderful, and everything so beautiful.

Getting un-obsessed, un-involved is probably one of the things I dread most. I just have no clue when I'll just lose interest. Don't want to have anything
to do with it anymore. Start resenting it for all the pressure it puts on me , because of all the invested time and effort.

It's better to just move on.. find new passions. Get out when things start going stale. And get going with life. I don't know I'm beginning to sound cynical.
I'm not in the greatest of moods I guess. I don't want to do all these things I'm supposed to do. I want to get out of here.

i wish,

This is one of those days, when I wish I still had a secret blog (no I don't want to start one again). I wish I could just type without thinking. think
without censoring.
I wish I could enjoy being alone. happy. free, of tiresome worries, haunting memories. free of compulsive restless wanting to run away. go somewhere. do
something. be someone.
I wish I had courage. to look into myself and see what I truly want. to untangle the mess of confusion carefully weaved around in my mind. to see clearly.
to make decisions. to stick to decisions. to act. no, I'm too afraid.
I wish I could revive the time again, where all of the above were wishes granted.
Anyways, I just wish, and I know, that the wishes are never ending.

independence day poetry

well, here is a nice poem that i found in my inbox.
i'm indian, so the poem also posted in the context of indian independence day which falls on 15th of august.
happy independence day to everyone by the way, if you are reading the same on the right time.


When I looked into the pages of history

My heart drenched with pain and misery

Every battle our hero’s has fought

Every battle we made them to loose

Every time they felt the humiliation

Every time they subject to sedition

Its all because of we ….

we the people of this nation

All the foreign invaders to this land

All the Moghuls, Portuguese and Pathan

All those French , Dutch and English

Who could dare to intrude in grace….

Its all because of us, us and only us…

We forgave them and adopt them most

Only to sacrifice our own interest

Now we are beating the drum called unity

And we are proud of

Chanting the dictum called Unity in Diversity

Bapu preached the gospel of peace

Subhas became the subject of anguish

British could not find the way to resist

They left the land in torment

Tearing its land from its heart

Leaving behind the bleeding people

Who lost every thing in the turmoil….

Hoping for a bright future

India got the sovereign status….

Sixty years has passed from that date

Still we are far behind the achievement

Our best brains has left our country

Wise and learned prefer to live in solitary

Qualified has lost his job to the unqualified

Morbid moments lingering with the talented

People here die out of starvation

But the utensil we use is from foreign

The concept of divide and rule still persists

Sometimes Sikhs sometimes Muslims

Sometimes the lower caste and OBCs

They are made pawns of the political chess

Still we fail to understand this subtle message

wake up ……..

Oh’ come on the people of this land

Wake up to recognize the good and the bad

This religion, land, money and power

All looks lucrative when peace is there

With an empty stomach

What is democracy and what is jihad?

Don’t dance in the tune of others

Isn’t our own music is enough?

Independence day will come and go

To understand the real meaning

We need to wake up and enrage our ego.

the words of freedom

On my Nation’s Independence Day, I wish all my compatriots the best of/for our nation and the best that independence can bring upon us. I know it’ll be
2-3 days back from independence day, but before it bangs and I pamper into commemoration, here’s something for you to know about my outlook.

On the occasion of independence, a very good friend asked me what “Freedom” actually meant to me. And a good devotee to my dictionary, I promptly checked
its definition. “the power or right to act/think/speak freely; the state of being free; not being subjected to or affected by something/anything; a special
privilege or right of access”—that’s what my faithful friend conjured upon me. And although I blame not myself for the healthy habit of dictionary reference,
I felt I brought shame to the “freedom of thought” that I was given, and to the question itself, for it was entitled to a lot of thinking.

In a country like India with it’s intricately laid out constitution and a mostly explicable form of governance, freedom means a lot. A lot has happened
since the time of independence. Are we still as independent as we think we are?

Imagine this, in 1947, we were free, and celebrated independence. Now, we do celebrate it, but not “freely”. There are a thousand guards and a hundred norms
for fear of someone/something that can hinder the Independence Day celebrations. Even the leaders of the country aren’t free anymore – not even free enough
to indulge in wrong doing (albeit they still do exercise their freedom to do so)! Our economy too is not as free as it seems to be. If we were fighting
for freedom the East India Company then, we are becoming submissive to and being “acquired” by international companies, now(modern day colonization I guess).
(FYI, TCS(nor any other Indian co.) is not the largest IT Company in the country). No FDIs, and No Freedom.

Feel bad about the situation in our country? Well, some citizens, the more optimistic ones do think that it is because the country is independent and gives
each one of us freedom, that there are people expressing themselves by form of violence; That there are groups of people fighting to free themselves from
the tyranny of a free country. Wonder what freedom means to them and how would they define it! And as for the others, the ones neutral are still around
and blissfully ignorant about say, the brouhaha about the 123 or the hush-hush about a possible cabinet reshuffle! And the ones who are on the negative
end of the spectrum are mostly talking the language of Obama.

Obviously the salaried person has no freedom in any form, then there are the businesses – questionable again. Finally the government – definitely answerable
in the next elections and a parliament session. But really – the Government is free enough to cry “treasury is all empty” and still manage to hike up the
government employee’s salaries once every couple of years and manage to pay them by dipping into others pockets. Now that’s freedom – you do something,
you are appreciated, your responsibility is done with and you don’t really need to worry about it – ever!
Freedom to me is a well respected state of doing what I want to, not bringing harm onto any living being, and respecting the rights conferred upon me and
the society by the nation, respecting my compatriots’ freedom.

Freedom to me means to be able to question, comprehend and re-define what freedom really means to me.
What’s your way of defining freedom, writing comment is the best sword for the moment. And of course, freedom of thoughts has it’s own special dimentions.

If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.

When results were out of my college, cantine has become like a conference room of united nation.
With the glass of soft drinks and plates of samosas, a piquant consideration of toppers and losers were also grilling at the same time.
In fact, the people were more anxious to know the list of toppers, and even more concerned for the list of losers.
Vinay, the hero of the moment was the only person who was having internet working on his laptop, so all the eyes were hubbing on him, and even more hovered then the final matches of India and Pakistan.
All 40 of us of our section except a few who were absent , were waiting for vinay to chip in their role number on his keyboard to have that life’s biggest upshot.
All have viewed their results turn-by-turn, so now their were two groups namely toppers, and losers.
The toppers not only mean those in bottom nineties, but people ranging around seventies were also mixed up there.
While losers were ranging anything from failures to below seventies.
Suddenly, one of my very good friend, say just one step backside from my girlfriend, has taken responsibility of announcing the good and the bad news.
In fact, her loud, but pleasing voice has captured the attention of all in just a moment.
Now begins the actual part, when she has announced a very astonishing news.
Rajeev, who seems to be the most admirer of god, has got fail.
In fact, he used to spend many of his hours in temple, even in the exam days as well.
As a person, I love him very much, and actually he is the most simplest person I’ve ever observed.
Besides all this, my point is, that how could it be possible?
A guy, who have prayed a lot from god to make him successful in exam, could not even crack it, I mean, just awful.
What happened was, that though he was wishing and praying to god,but he forgot, that god help only those who helps themselves.
Ok, many people gets fail, and it’s not the most inimitable thing of the world, but I know that guy, if he would have spend a bit of his time with books rather then in temple, the consequence could be better for sure.
Though I’ve also prayed god, but I’ve studied as well.
So, At the nutshell, I’m not against of praying because By prayer we acknowledge God's power and goodness, our own neediness and dependence. It is therefore an act of the virtue of religion implying the deepest reverence for God and habituating us to look to Him for everything, not merely because the thing asked be good in itself, or advantageous to us, but chiefly because we wish it as a gift of God,
and not otherwise, no matter how good or desirable it may seem to us.
However, all that I want to convey if someone asks me in one phrase, the answer would be,
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.
I mean, only wishes doesn’t works, hardwork still required.