Eternal Bliss

2006-06-14T15:41:00.000-07:00

I AM LIKE THOSE LIFE MOMENTS LOST
WHICH ONES GONE BYE..
NONE CAN REGAIAN....

OH ....no need to be all alarmed and stuff..i am not like leaving the blogsville..or chatsville...the dungeons and twisted paths of virtuality..even the dragons roaming around here..all are so addictive..and its so hard to cut ones self away from the intoxication or high 1 feels..after twisting and turning the words:)...
so just ashort vacation..and thn i will be back in no time...TANOO...keep this plae alive fr the next 3 weeks..
i am gonna miss u all..
hasta la vista..till thn:)

Dont step on moi nerves,they have got FILLINGS also

2006-06-03T08:01:00.000-07:00

Some more bizarre ramblings by an IDENTITY who is about to turn in to the LEGACy.

I am in sheer agony now a days,(as if u people visiting moi shrine..dont know)
I have tried all moi best,to enact most horrid EKTA KAPOOR shtyle drama

KIYOON KAY DAANT MAIN BHI KABHI DERD THA
but still was not so satisfied,and was trying to throw some more emotional tantrums,about me dying and I am writing moi will blah blah and some more blahs,so somebody very patiently told me that

In order to leave something behind..u need to have something…what do U HAVE??
(tht was a direct hit on moi bank account..which is proudly showing 10 dollars in the last bank statement(damn..people are actually sadist and ruthless.?
So a friend told me…typical amitabh shtyle..

FRIEND:Meray paas gaadi hai bangla hai tumharay paas kia hai?
SEBIA:Meray paas BLOG hai!!!!!!!
(SO I am blessed with the power 2 effect all..and inflict so much pain on others with moi baseless ramblings..).

Here are certain things which I want all moi nearest and dearest ones to do..once I am long gone..

1,As soon as I breathe fire..sorry moi last cold sigh(I am not sm FEFNIA the 1 eyed monster..who breathed fire whn dying)all of moi well wishers should immediately attack the dentist,who left no needle unturned to play chaos with moi dental nerves.
I want u guys to go drag him from his almost bald head,and tie him to the engine of some mig fighter plane ,which should drop him on some remote area of Iraq(yes it will be a real shock and awe treatment for the poor ..no need for bomb..he has got enough potential to cause major destruction.

2,Again thanx to him as I wont be able to savour and relish moi 1 last masala DOSA,so my grave should be sub leased to paani poori and papri chaat guys,sole proprietorship should remain with MASALA DOSA,they can have there RAJNIKAANT cinema there as well..

3,So many hunks will come to offer there last condolences..if nobody else..atleast TANVI and ADORABLE will be there..Tanvi waiting for some entertainment..and ADORABLE will take it as an opportunity to hold another voice confy,to sing all kina morbid songs,which will cause serious mayhem in the peaceful serenity of graveyard.(poor dead ones..they wont be able to find ETERNAL BLISS even down under)..so that mega event should be sponsored and advertised heavily..and all the money generated afterwards should be donated to the cause CONFY MAIN GAOO..LATA MANGESHKAR aur MUKESH ki lutiya dubaoo..

4,Moi BLOG..moi pride,moi shine and moi glitter..great measures should be taken to save it ..from the attack of ALIENS..or clones..called anonymouses..It should deserve to be placed on the highest of pedestal..and ETERNAL BLISS should be written with that DENTISTs BLOOD in the annons of BLOGS HISTORY..so that future generations should know..that once there was an autistic being(yours truly)..who managed to create some GIBBERISH BOMB,which was as dangerous to mankind,as any weapons of mass destruction.

Ok that’s enough I guess,cuz the pain killer is now kicking in.and I might loose the wish to die altogether,and decide to torture all of you HUMANS by staying alive,tarnishing the purpose of all the utter,butter,gutter,I just churned up..
HASTA LA VISTa
all of u:0

Shehr- e- jaan kay mausam

2006-05-24T01:10:00.000-07:00

Roshan sayey tulashtay hain..
Iss zulmat e beyabban main
Qatra qatra pighaltay hain..
Piyaas ki jalan hoo jaisay

Chaar soo andhera hai..
Sooraj per kis nay shab khoon maara hai...
Palkain khoufzada hain
Khuwaboon ki chubhan hoo jaisay

Kuch bainaam see udaasi hai..
Kuch baiwajah yadoon ki saazish hai..
Ankhoon main jaisay fanaa hoon kuch lamhay
Aag burf main jalty hoo jaisay..

Iss tulaatum ki qatal lehrain..
Barbaad ker gayee..kitnay gharonday..
Khalli gher say durr lagta hai
Kutbaa saa quber per rakh gayaa ho kai jaisay

From past few days I wanted to write so much. but was so busy and realized to moi dismay,tht im only born 2 get pampered.WRK is not cut for lazy daisies like me. and then dying with some toothache. though it didn’t bring out any any wisdom in me. but still. so couldn’t get any time to scribble the age old gibberish. which is synonymous with this blog..and 1 cursed soul..i-e me..
and then lately. I just couldn’t cm up with any post..moi brain cells ceased to function. tried so hard…even tried hanging upside down..tht maybe with rush of blood something might go and tickle sm grey cells. but naa ji..talk about being BULL HEADED..or may be COW headed..in moi state.
People have very different opinions about me..some think I am hyper to the degree of autism..some think I am so morbid..and a classic case of existentialism. after reading moi poems. I don’t know why whenever I write poetry why I always ends up churning something so stoically haunting piece of morbid agony.After 10 cans of diet coke. I feel like ranting though. but for a change I feel lil humanity..and empathy..towards the finer sense and sensibilities of the visitors here..who..cms to moi shrine SO WONT YAK MORE..heres another poem written by moiself…another depressive cry of thorn bird..(though im not feeling depressed at all)..

If men are allowed to rule the world.....Some malicious piece of fiction

2006-05-13T00:21:00.001-07:00

If men are allowed to rule the world...
sm fiction with intent of malice towards male specie..should be taken with intent of pun..with a pinch of salt:)

1,THere wont be any mushy love stories,allowed ,to taint the vision of naïve girls.. ..

2,Valentines day ,will be considered as day of doom..

3,A wife will be reduced to the small window in P.C.,ONLY pops upas per choice..otherwise blocked forever...

4, Shopping..will be considered as sin,PUNISHABLE with lashes…

5, Only sexy and beautiful girls,will be allowed to live,others can go 2 hell or heaven,no 1 cares,ordinance of DEATH WITHOUT MERCY..will be passed against..ugly ones..

6, All men will be blessed with a remote control..with the option of fastffwd,to save themselves..frOm the timeless rants of there grls..

7, A techie who will create a gadget,which immediately,traces out the telephone number,of any girl,just by looking at her..will be highly rewarded.

8, Star plus,and zee tv,will be banned permanently.T.v willl run…TNA WRESTLING..and soccer matches whole day..from different camera angles..in different channels..

9, During cricket matches..all offices..and work places wont open..and everybody else in the house will go in sleep mode..

10, Who cares about..carpeting in the drawing room..the garage will be carpeted with lush Iranian carpets..to give respect to the esteemed cars..

11, All healthy food..will find its way outta world..beer will flow in the rivers..and taps will produce whiskey..milk and water will be used as prescribed medicines only..for severe symptoms..

12, Burping..farting..digging noses..scratching..all will be allowed as per ones heart content..nuthing eeks about it..after all freedom of expression..is every bodys right..

13, All kina jewelry and fashion stores..will be replaced withbars..and smoking joints..
Smoking..will be allowed everywhere..those averse to the smoke..can go die in solitary confinement..

14, The hottest chicks of the office will always be placed properly..infront of every guys cubicle..every guy should be blessed with an opportunity 2 suffer from CHICK FLU..

THE CHAOTIC BIZZARENESS:)

2006-05-03T04:33:00.000-07:00

Hullo all … a very complacent and humble one..cuz I am sure after reading this totally stewpid post defying all kinna sense and sensibility….humility will be my only saving grace.
TAGS in the beginning I did not find them quite appealing but thn after so much time,when people did not bother to tag me at all(((((((((((((((((((like how mean was tht of all of you)..rebel-on-loose..decided to rebel against the show of such extreme biasness against me so while reading this u guys decide any time to smash somebodys head..feel free to visit his GYM..(better go wearing some iron armor,theres a quite show of muscle power salman khan shtyle there).
Ok let us start..

THE RANDOM CHAOs.

1, Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4.
GotchA the book tried to run away ,but didn’t know its SEBIA.whom it ws messing with)
The book is THE CROW EATERS by BEPSI SIDHWA(totally hilarious)
Jumping from the cart,palms on hips,jerbanoo planted herself solidly before freddy.her winged eyebrows almost dissappearing in to her hairline.

2, 2.Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Duh(already my family members gt severe miscoceptions abt moi ability to suddenly burst in to bharat natyam,or sm weird african dance)(and u want me to defy the gravity at this time)
Ok I stretched it,and damn!!!!thaa!!!!it hit the wall.grrr

3, What is the last thing you watched on TV?
I watched my friends shaadi ki movie..(in which I was dancing and singing,thinking of moi self no less thn MADHURI:p

4, Without looking, guess what time it is?
2-20 am(how its possible tht I don’t look at the computer clock?serious restrain is required 2 nt 2 look)

5, Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
2-30 am(damn…and im still awake..and I have gt to go to wrk in the morningL((

6, With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The humm of ac,and sm cats whinning,and sm jheenghas singing jheenga lalas,outside my window.

7, When did you last step outside? What were you doing??
i went for a longgggggggggggg walk..dragged by moi father..on a beachL((and trust me..i wasn’t 1 bit enjoying the sheer torture inflicted upon me..by the power :(

8, Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
My feet.(im totally in love with them..keep on looking at them with great adoration in moi eyes:p

9, What are you wearing?
Sitaroon wala lehnga,with sat lada haar,and tons of makeup and heel wali jooti,and all the jewellry:P(like indian movie heroines,im wearing all this and sleeping,it will be ez,to meet the hunk in my dream:P

10, Did you dream last night?
Im a nightmare my self.

11, When did you last laugh?
Watching,our BELLE in tht shaadi ka video..
Burnt my hand while baking chicken..fr dinner..
And still chuckling while writing this…(enough..how nosy can this tag maker be)

12, What is on the walls of the room you are in?
my full blown up pic(its best to start my day with myself)
a painting by me.
sm other blah blah blah.

13,Seen anything weird lately?
Myself..doing this tag at 3 am in the morning…dang

14, What do you think of this quiz?
2 longggggggggggggggggggggg

15, What is the last film you saw?
ZATHURA

16, If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?
MASALA DOSA( NEWLY FOUNDED LOVE OF MY LIFE)
Money smhow never is important fr me..

17, Tell me something about you that I dunno.
U dunno anything abt me..in the frst place>>>.
I hate to sleep and I hate more to wakeup…(couldn’t find smthing humorous now)

18, If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
Death,of ur loved ones.or anybody elses loved ones..

19, Do you like to dance?
I love to.infact I can burst in to sm dance move any time,any where:p all the wrlds,an opera,and mez a great bellerina:Pi don’t usually walk.in the house,i dance moi way around.

20, George Bush:
FEFNIA…the arrogant monster..in greek mythology.

21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Porshe carrera:P
If she gonna be like mE,I am already feeling sorry for moiself:P
Nissa(the woman)

22. . Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
PIERCE BROSNON…….P
AHED .(the 1).

23, . Would you ever consider living abroad?
i can live anywhere..with or w.t any luxuries..provided..im with the ppl I love…

24, What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?
U were good to your parents..and you made a difference in some lives..

And wht I think GOD gonna say is…
Oh no!!!!!!!u are here.to cause havoc in the peaceful serenity of my heaven as well,let me throw u back,bang dang dang!!!!!

25, . People who may do this memo in their journal:
whoever..who feels like messing with his sleep..and brains:P
but still let me type sm names..just fr the heck of it..
Vikas…(too paagel hoi hai kiyaa..me and indulge in 2 this gibberish(his answer will b)
Adorable(I don’t have time frm my flirtatious schedule..(his ans)
Possessed prophet(sebz..have u gone nuts..for asking me to indulge in 2 smthing so childish)
Anchovy(I know u hate to love me:P
Jackal(just like tht)
Cappy(dhain patash)
Tdm(long time no see…
Oks..now mez 2 sleepy to remember anything or anybody..pardon me if I frgt ur name..thnx all of u fr burdashtoofying this torture..i didn’t expect u 2 read all tht I churned up..just type a sassy comment..and do bhangra:P
And thnx..possessed prophet..u did ur best in finding me sm cartoon image..while sitting in the office..:)
Adios all!!!
p.s..(i filled this last night..2 sleepy to post tht time so posting now).

Placid Turmoil.....until..death did them apart!!!!!

2006-04-28T13:24:00.000-07:00

Wrapped in white, the coffin arrived...
Whole world shattered, no wish survived.
Every vista, seemed to lye,
Through shattered dreams and futile cries...
There weary souls now reclined...
Agonized for the dream, entwined...
Resting so peacefully, in arms of death...
So hostile. So divined….
I am back with another fairytale. starting from joy, happiness stars…and ending in the cold abyss of pain, death marked its murky shadows, and gave such hollow pain to the eyes who used to shine with light so bright, which could illuminate the whole world with the shining brilliance…These two people were so close to me,. I lost one to death, and the one who left behind. We lost her to her hollow cocoon of grief…
Once upon a time.not So long ago. There used to live a prince. Wherever he go he used to mark his presence with his infectious charms, humor was his forte, and gracious empathy and humility. his strength. He was a healer by profession. yeah he used to heal all, not from there physical ailments.only.but sometimes from there fears and caustic demons shackling there souls….
Like all fairytales, he had a princess as well.. So pretty. With long black hair. Porcelain skin and twinkling shy smile. From childhood they knew they are made for eachother.and they are destined to be together...in all pain, all misery all joy. They were together. Holding each other’s hands...travelling the vistas of life...i never trusted this emotion called LOVE...but I have never seen anybody more fulfilled in love. They were connected to each other in a strange bond. There hearts used to throb with intensity of spiritual love…
Then there were strange kina fears, which used to haunt the prince. Every night he used to wakeup...sweeting and screaming the princess name...there was some fear, eating him from inside, that hes going to lose her...that something gonna snatch her away from him...these demons were just not letting him live. He started getting more and more possessive about her. He could not imagine her giving little attention to anybody else but HIM…he wanted all her time, all her emotions. All her dreams only for himself...

10 days left, for there marriage. He had to go to another country to attend something important…being a silent spectator. I still remember him going to the door. And coming back. touching things..and above all..He couldn’t let go of princess..He kept on repeating...that I am so scared to go...i feel I am gonna loose something so precious if I leave today. Everybody laughed at him. that its just some pre marriage nerves..U don’t worry she will still be here when u will come back..One last lingering look...1 last feel of her hands...and he left...

He used to call her every day, sometimes every hour. But 1 day he didn’t call!
Whole day passed bye..there were only 6 days left for the marriage..He was supposed to come back that day...HE DID NOT...whole day the princess was experiencing strange kina restlessness...and then the most absurd thing happened

She was trying her wedding gown. Then she started throwing everything away. And she was screaming. that HE IS DEAD..what..are u crazy..i almost slapped her..but looking at her..she was in a strange kina trance..She was mumbling...and crying...
Reached home. and so many people were there..all crying..some strangers..Some known. the house was lit by so many lights for the upcoming wedding..Therefore, many flowers. Now all STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF DEATH…
There was the fragrance of death everywhere. Black hateful shadows…

And strange thing was. Nobody told her that he died. It was so sudden an accident. But she knew. When he took his last breath. She sitting so far away...knew tht he is no more…
.and there was no logical excuse for that. Except for the bonding of two spirits?
two days later they brought his coffin…people say he was looking so handsome..and his face was glowing with strange kina aura..when they buried him..it was 2 days before there marriage.for 2 days..She did not utter anything, any word, no tear rolled down her cheeks...she simply sat there with heavy numbness frozen in time and agony...
They did not show her...his face. Only until they were just about to put him down….
Then she woke up from her trance. The one who was so subtle and shy. she was showering his face with kisses..and tears..
When they put him down..she was digging his grave with her nails..she was screaming so much..that please take me inside..i cant take the world alone..w.tout you I am nothing..i cant face life…
The marriage vows are..until death do us apart…and
Death literally did them apart…..

They wanted to fly......
But the wings were tattered
She opened her arms ,
and was lost in muted ice.....
He tried to fill up her senses
But...walked passed through her....
The souls culdnt entwine....The spirits culdnt join.
.The vacuum between life and death was too big too surpass......................

I am not opening comments for this post..its his birthday today..if possible..just pray for his departed soul..he was the one who used to start nagging all..1 month before his birthday to treat him royally….and now not even a single whimper from him.now....

DRIVE ME NUTS:0)

2006-04-17T22:02:00.000-07:00

Hi all,
Sorry just so busy now a days,have no time to invest any energy in to writing something funny:((...so just to change the focus of attention was digging in to my archieves to find something,which could help us twitch some facial muscles:)so i came up with this..feel free to smile..even laugh a bit..and dont feel free 2 smash my head outta sheer boredom after reading this:p

A=accelrator
B=brake
c=clutch
Those were the first letters,i learnt in my childhood.Coming from the family of car freaks ,where CARS are considered 2 be more human then the shallow mortals, and where MICHAEL SCHUMACCHER is displayed with the likes of all holy saints (if my mom is allowed she would definately like to indulge in 2 AARTY CEREMONY for him every day) ,these were the basic mantras of existance.I dont know who is more impressed by whom, my father with his BALLILAAS or AMITABH with his BASANTY but def inately there is an attraction strong enough to rock any volcano, pulpating between papa and his FIRST love.He pampers his cars more thn he ever pampered his wife.SO blessed with such environmental passion for driving and cars i couldnt wait to put my hands on wheels, and experience the rush of adrenaline.
Anyways 1 day i approached my bro and in the most honeyed voice i ever could muster i called him
bhai.....(he didnt realize it was him im calling cuz of sudden rush of love and sweetness in my voice)
my sweetest bro....(i mumbled again ..2 no avail)
grrrrrrrrrr ammirrrrrrrrrr......(i shrieked, this time he looked up frm the HOLY BOOK ABT CRICKET)

ARE you talking to me seb?
yes ..obviously i dont remember mom giving birth 2 ur twin and giving him the same name as yours.(i mumbled)..
tell me that earth is shattering ...or saddam hussain is back for his pound of flesh or sharukh is selling QULFI outside our house? whts the reason of soo much sweetness in your voice?
i wanna learn how 2 drive.....(i unraveled the suspense)
u want what?drivingwhat?d--r---i--v--i---n--gyeah u drive me nuts..... all the time what do u wanna learn now?(he chuckled)
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr .....................(

ANYWAYS with all the threats and promises dangling on his head, acceptance was the better part of valour .and he then said
ET TU SHYLOCK!...DOST THOU TOO WANT THY POUND OF FLESH!........................THEN THOU WILL GET IT!!!!!!1.

Next morning i was awake before the saath waloon kaa murghaa and was hovering on his head at 5 am in the morning.
its time bro wake up !time for what?my time 2 have a meeting with GOD oh know cant be?no time 4 sm driving lessonsafter a lot of sycophancy and threatening i menaged to drag 1 sleepyhead to the car.I sat on the driving seat, and could feel the rush of excitement,adrenaline shooting 2wards my head.I could imagine that, why this male specie is so possessive abt there cars and why they think that there cars r there prized possession.and how difficult it is for them to exchange there throne with us girls .
Anyways A =ACCELRATORB=BRAKEi remembered the holy mantras and while chanting these ishlokes i started the engine 1 nasty growl and it ws dead and 1 deadly look by my bro and i was ALMOST dead. I started again and after 4th try he(engine) finally had mercy on my poor soul so it started ...WHAT NOW?put the car in gear D and push the accelrator slowly........(it ws automatic transmission).i swear i did that but nuthing happened after lots of fitful tries and murdering glares finally the car lurched ffwd BINGOOOOOOOOOOO!!! In my excitement i hit the accelrator soo hard and like a rocket it defied the gravity of earth and we went up sorry went ahead and out of nowhere, i promise it wsant there before in my past 18 years of existance a TREE popped up BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..HIT ON BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE U FOOLi tried to find brake, but to my dismay i couldnt find anything hard underneath my feet so tried to find tht thing called break and in this confusion i hit the A fr accelrator so hardthud....screachhhh bhommmm ...bahhhhhh,thuuuuuuuuudddddddddthese were the voices i heard the result of the collision A CLASH OF TITANS between the car and the stupid tree.my head was exploding trying to find smthing heroic and courageous to muster but couldnt find anything like that so i cried.....
goshhhhhh ...the tree menaged to hit us ...we r being hit......(i started screaming and as usual lost control on my grammer)
no the tree didnt hit us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! damn u !!!!!!!!!!!!u are the 1 who banged in to the tree ...what the hell u think u were driving some STAR WAR SHIP ???????????????(wrds were coming out in puffed breaths from his mouth).i started crying with more emotion and devotion somebody came and asked him
what happened and why are you scolding the poor kid what did she do ?
nuthing...... she didnt do anything !!!!!!!!!the tree ran towards us.......... and banged itself in to our car ...and i happen 2 b the CARETAKER OF NATURE ....so was just mourning for the martyr(in a crisis like that his wits turned razor sharp...i couldnt help enjoying).anyways now the biggest issue at that moment was how to avoid the cops cuz its a serious offence to learn driving without the LEARNERS LISCENCE so my dear brother literally had to bow down to ppl gathered around us to keep there mouths shut .and thn we came back home after the debacle.:(((((((Needless to tell u guys that what happened afterwards ........shhhhhhhhhhhh ....all of u girls can imagine how mean brothers can get .......After a year of this nightmare i finally enrolled my self in 2 the driving school and had my liscence(thats another horror story which i will narrate sm other time)and now i drive with all the devotion and passion.And each time i hold the steeringwheel in my hands i feel the same kind of excitement and thrill rushing through my veins .

SO THAT WAS HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLED.......

Placid Agony...

2006-04-10T04:46:00.000-07:00

Toxic smiles..caustic lies.placid agony
the wounded bird cried..
dreams ,so painful,so tormenting.
yet so blazed..
carving a niche in the abyss.
darkened shadows,murking, paining
all.unclaimed..
the imprisoned soul..the rustic agony ..
in stoic hermit.
happiness got staled...
she yearned for sunshine
in the moonless night..
the agony child ..
wept fr solace,
but
the mirth of betrayal prevailed.....

PAINFUL PROPAGANDA

2006-04-07T16:26:00.000-07:00

I am not the kind of a person, who indulges in to baseless arguments and games of refutations just to prove something or get her kicks outta sheer rush of adrenaline caused by these baseless arguements...Specially I don’t find virtuality as a place to point fingers at others or make fun of others religious beliefs..but I felt a strange kina sadness enveloping me after reading a very good friends blog.i was seriously shocked,cuz I always thought of u as a person with greater tolerance level 2wards others beliefs..Keshi..I would have seriously appreciated it, if u asked me or even dewdy before writing such a baseless thing...And I felt more sick when people used that place of yours to vent there anger and hatred against Muslims in such a way, and I felt more hurt when all those friends whom I always considered as UNBIASED and UNPREJUDICED. With loads of religious narcissism..
U said u don’t know anybody living in Middle East. Strange I live there. and I am a Muslim, and I thought we were friends, and yeah I don’t wear HIJAB,and I drive and I have all kina fun whatever way I want 2..if I don’t go to dance parties, its not because of some fear of LASHES, but cuz its my own choice I don’t feel comfrtable,and if I don’t wear minni skirts or don’t roam around in some flimsy stuff its my own choice,friends of mine wear short skirts and such stuff and they want to cuz they like to
…Yes there are still some hard liners...Like in saudia.they are like that I do admit but tell me in which society there are no finatics? My granny was a catholic until her last days...and trust me she was much more rigid and fanatic in some issues then any hardliner Muslim can be...guess u did not bother to check Dubai, behrain, or even Oman etc...Don’t try 2 go for half-truth. Try to dig the full truth before making a mockery of some religious issue
And wearing a hijab, or not wearing it, it is about somebody’s religion and I don’t think anybody got any right to question anybody’s beliefs, right or wrong. Religion is something very personal; true I condemn fanatics like TALIBAN, and Saudis. However, they are not the whole Islam...
Remember .with freedom comes great responsibility can’t exercise your freedom when it can cause so much anguish to others, I was reading the comments on that post and it left such bad taste in ones mouth. There was a girl who was poking fun on PROPHET (PBUH)...is it some kinna religious secularism people were experiencing?
WHERE ARE THE HUMAN AND CIVIL OR RELIGIOUS rights then?
And for ur kind information, in true spirit of Islam, females are more encouraged to study and work, and if woman folk are asked to cover there heads, men are also asked to lower there eyes in respect of a woman, and here men are more properly clad then females..
And its like if u have 2 iron bars wire 1 and pass electric current, it will become a magnet and hence will attract the opposite bar, so as the woman and man,.
Those hardliners whoever said this, I CONDEMN them. And at the same time I condemn people who question others religious faiths and make fun of them to deliberately hurt or incite there religious feelings, w.t knowing the full truth...
I am not opening comments on this post, cuz I do not want people to come and say things about Islam and religion, already enough trashing is done. I felt so bad that’s why keshi answering u here, I didn’t want to be the part of that abusive crowd.
I RESPECT ALL RELIGIONS AND EXPECT OTHERS TO RESPECT MINE.

HAIR.........GONE HAYWIRE

2006-04-04T16:39:00.000-07:00

Hi all..mez back..from my vacation. And yes yes, going to bore u all for a long time with my travelogues...dont breathe any sighs of relief yet… will write THE CHRONICLES OF IBN-E-BATOOTI: P laters... (Suffering from extreme laziness)

There’s a very funny incident happened ,and just thinking about it makes me dissolve in to this gigglish spree..(U might feel like dissolving in two some killing spree. after reading that.).

Let me start it with little bit of background...

Before going for my vacation, in my fit of excitement to go to the fashion capital (Paris) of the world. I thought about creating my own fashion statement. And went to my hairdresser and asked her to dye my hair dark black. I have light brown. so she put some colour,and instead of going black..they turned RED..yes..HOT FIERY RED..(What my mom and father did to me. after that I don’t think will b safe to write here...in interest of the ENIGMA...of SEBIA:(...so in my fit of sheer desperation I put some dark brown color on my head...just 2 hours before my flight. and the hair turned..ORANGE...yup a deadly shade of CRIMSONorange...And I was standing in front of the mirror. mourning..My brother in law came. and suddenly started yelling…FIRE..FIRE!!!!!..Smbdy pls call the fire brigade(yeah ..That was a pun intended for my fiery orange hairdare: ((thts how REPENZEL went CRIMSONANGEL

Next day I was walking down a road in Paris and then it started raining so much, so that I had to take refuge under the shade outside this SALOON...(some supposedly topnotch designer 1)..So I was standing there. Grossly looking like some wet rat. The manager asked me in...

A typical gay. with loads of OOMPH and some long tresses to put REPENZEL to shame. so I went inside..and he immediately started ..PAGHING PAGHING..In French...with sm wild gestures...after a lot of hue and cries I made out...tht he was talking abt my hair...anyways my grasp on French lingo is like asking TARZAN to recite Shakespeare...so we both were unable 2 communicate on any common grounds...then don’t know why he developed this notion tht im Spanish. Therefore, he managed to bring some Spanish colleague of his in two conversations. The place started looking like some direct scene from MIND UR LANGUAGE …COMEDY SHOW.

Everybody yapping in his own way .anyways finally he brought some English speaking guy in 2action and we communicated through him...tht wht can b done with my hair...so armed with all the weapons of mass ..Sorry hair destruction or restoration. He was about to start the holy war...thn I screamed

NOOO!!!!!!!!

(I thought his assistant girl was to cut and restore my hair. it ws so much against my rigid almost fanatically lunatic set of standards...tht any guy (even gay) touches my hair)...

With extreme impatience, he asked me wut..By that, time both of us, managed to master the sign lingo. So I told him WUT..I could feel he wanted to slaughter me right there and then with those scissors in his hands. So at the end, the girl came and did the work, under his extreme supervision of paghing paghing in french, with my icy glares, ready to reduce anybody in the last pathos of Antarctica, every time he used to touch my hair to tell something 2 that girl...

At the end of this award winning nautanki.they did a pretty good job and crimsonangel returned to repenzel..:)

To know a woman,it takes a while....to know a guy..just a FLIRTATIOUS smile:)

2006-03-22T05:09:00.000-08:00

Ok folks. Now its time for a lil peep in to that so-called muscle obsessed, lion hearts from outside. And chicken soup of the soul specie. Called MAN from inside. I fail to understand all the hues n cries about that how and what an elephanteus task to understand the fragile specie. Which I find it vice versa. It is so easy to understand and mould woman. All u need is just little amount of warmth... (Even if its fake. they tend to take the TRUE LIES…right to the heart where the switch lies...

As far as im concerned. I heard a word .HORRIBLE, for guys. In my childhood. Therefore, my fanciful mind created an image of DRACULA. who always haunt the pretty damsel ,sink his fangs in her neck, sucks out all the life and then slips out of her grasp leaving her to die a slow death....(grr ok ok a pretty gory picture painted by me).(LET ME STICK TO THIS THEORY..UNTIL PROVED Otherwise..
So there are some mantras and laws. Same as I gave to guys to understand girls
So here comes some SEBIAS LAWS to ensure the insanity of u ppl: 0

Sebias laws...to understand macho specie......

1,There are 3 kinds of guys..yup 3
1,flirts
2,flirts
and
3,flirts…no other type exists..in the dictionary...

2,Flirtation..runs in the body,like blood..A guy will love a woman, thn will love another woman, and then another…all with equal passion n devotion…

3, Flirting with your best friend, is considered to be the basic human birth right. given to them by powers above.nuthin u will do can stop it. so learn to savour..This bittergourd.bite.with caramel sauceJ

4,cricket,cricket and cricket. If u smhow ménage to land in GOBI dessert ,with broken heels..and Tsunami..on your trail(hehe..Tsunami in Gobi) and India is playing...embrace tsunami with dignity...cuz no knight gonna cm to save the damsalJ

5, Ever heard ab0ut BOYS AND THERE TOYS? u might b forgiven for messing with his mother…but 1 scratch at his beloved car…and learn to..Attain a place in the the solitary confinement with Alaskan chills enveloping u in cold comfort...

6,If u were thinking ,,that he was listening 2 u with full concentration..About your chronicles in the shopping land. Get ready for rude awakening. He might b exercising some new ways to sleep with eyes open….

7, Men are like mascara. They run at the first side of tears. So refrain. Or u will b crying alone...
8.He might,not b giving attention 2 u from past some days..But another person in the scene, even for a polite conversation. and damn..He will be chipkoofied with u like a fevicol...

9, Mystry intrigues, little distance thrills, self esteem...tringss…so even if u dying 2 be a true specimen of...JAB TAK REHAY GAA SAMOSAY MAIN AALOO...CHIPKEE REHAY GEE TUJH SAY YEH SHAALU...no way...hold ur cards. In addition, bask in some glory...

10,All guys consider themselves as KINGS OF THERE OWN DOMAINS, Ever heard about big men, petty egos. So holding a remote control (and harassing u with totally stewpid...foot ball games) and then the steering wheel of the car...etc etc...Never try messing with these…basic rights of his.

ok FOLKS. in my drive to write short posts..im trying to b concise fr a change.Let not be my gibberish and musings become longuer for u ppl 2 digest..
special thnx to miss symphony..For lending me, some wise thoughts ab0ut this post. In addition, another bouncer to adorable. For suggesting the title... (I begged him to help me a lil with the post..but he was basking 2 much in his own glory….sigh..MEN AND THERE BIMBETTS..(they tend to forget there buddies..while flirting with all n sundry...:(

I am going away for a small vacation. miss me all of u..like HELL:P..and tanoo and ado..keep this blog alive..and pls comment like crazy..So that whenever I visit my shrine. I grin a lil..And pls not in SHOUTBOX but in here...i cannot get the hang of that thing..which tanvi insists to have it as it enhances the look of the blog...
ADIOS ALL..

HaPpPpPiEeEeE BiRdAyYyYyYy

2006-03-10T14:17:00.000-08:00

Okay .. so hello there everyone:p..this is not Sebia. It’s tanvi and I am pretty sure you guys would have guessed that by now cuz the grammar is not all wrong like sebia:p. Anyways so don’t worry..I didn’t hack in to her account or anything. I have the password..yep yep I got special rights. Alright so moving on…some of you probably know it’s our little sebia’s birthday today. WOOPIE hehee..everyone please sing a little birthday song right now. So I’m not writing on my blog because well it’s pretty inactive since a while and noone really goes there. And like me, Sebia loves attention so I thought this post needed some attention and posting it on my blog would be a total bummer because well noone really goes there anymore. And plus, I don’t really know a lot of bloggers that sebia might and trust me guys she wants all the wishes from everyone.

So yea.. I had so many things to say when I started writing this but now I am just blank. Argh maybe this is the reason my blog is so inactive. :p ok enough about me let’s move on to our main subject for the day – Sebia. I met her like uh more than a year ago and trust me we weren’t close to being how close we are today. It was just some hi’s and hello’s and how r you’s. Somehow ( I really don’t remember how) we got closer and now she’s like a sister I never had. She knows every single thing about me and maybe knows me better than I do myself. She’s an angel really…find me one person who doesn’t like her and I’ll give you candy. Everyone just adores her, she’s full of all the good stuff. There’s poetry stuff which I never really understand, and then her lectures. :p And then there are those thought provoking posts about the topics I could never think of, let alone all the stuff that she writes in there. So bottom line, she’s just smart:p. But you all know that so I don’t really know why I am writing all this. I just love her so much that I cant stop talking about all the good stuff about the woman. She’s a HUGE part of my life…and I mean HUGE…she’s been there with me through it all. There’s not a lot of people that I consider really great friends online. She’s one of the very very very few people here who hasn’t made me change my opinion about her. I can go to her at the middle of the night and no matter how sleepy she is..she would stay up for me and listen to my bullshit. And trust me, when I get going I don’t stop for a while. And this has happened…there’s been times when she just sat there for hours listening to me and even if I’m not talking she won’t leave me. Now that I think is really hard to find in a place like this. I realized that every single person here is fake (no offence to anyone) , but again Sebia is one of the very very very few people who hasn’t made me think that. I still think everything is fake but in her I see a real person. She’s not some random person behind the screen typing away…I know she is real and she is a real and an amazing friend and a person. I know all of you agree with me on that one. Trust me, I can keep going on and on about the stuff that we’ve been through together. But that’s too much of our shit and it will take too long. And trust me, I really don’t wanna tell you all everything:p.

I’m not going to make this post any longer because well words can’t describe how much I love her. So whatever I say, it’s not gonna be close to what I really feel about her. So I’ll shut up and let’s move on to the good stuff. I couldn’t do much sebz so I thought about writing something for you. Then I thought my blog’s dead since months that’s one of the reasons I suddenly decided to change your template. I know we used to talk about it ages ago, and the other randomly I decided to change it and asked for the password cuz I knew you changed it. Hehee.. I’m so smart no? :p so well I thought what the heck..I cant do much.. might as well write some nice things about the person I love so much. I know I can’t write all the poetic stuff that you did for me. Lol..and plus I’m too lazy for that. So here’s wishing you an awesome birthday and an even better year ahead. You deserve all the nice things that this stupid world has to offer. And hopefully, this year would be a better one than the last one. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEBIA and I hope you have the awesomest day. Look.. I want you to have such an awesome day that I’m making words up.:p Okay..i’ll shut up now..HAPPIE BIRTHDAY AMMA=) MUAH!:p

Tanvi

Girls girls girls..uff yeh ladkiyaan:)

2006-03-01T09:54:00.000-08:00

Post is for all of u male specie out there, nuthing special, just feel like being sweet to all of u out there 2 help u understand the specie called woman...shrouded in mystic haze...

Here are some meanings and laws which u should consult whenever u can’t understand the twisted double meaning stuff uttered by mysterious TWISTER called woman...

Heres sm help fr u guys..best of luck:)..

1, U enter in a room, with so many girls...and there r giggles giggles and sm more giggles...U check ur head if u have grown any horns…no u haven’t...RELAX...u have been discovered.

2,U,have become the centre of the attention in the party,girls girls girls around u,but 1 special girl,chilling u all the way to Alaska,and u are feeling so frost bitten…CONTRATULATIONS..U have been noticed.

3, The girl whom u were trying 2 impress all this while, will never return the attention.

4, The girl whom u were avoiding ever since, will always popup at the oddest of situations and places...

5,the crush of ur life will always accompanied by her bro,papa,,and doggy Tommy..

6, The best-looking girl will always be unavailable with the worst looking boi..

7, Asking about the well-being of your girlfriend’s best friend, is as if putting Ur fingers in the electric socket get ready for sm electrifying salsa..

8, Your mom or Ur girlfriend….U ARE SCREWED MAN…
9, Monster in law (mother in law) coming over…book ur room in near lunatic asylum...u will shortly b visiting...wutever u will do wont fall on her H.S.P(her standards of perfection).

10, She claims. I HAVE GOT HEADACHE…damn..wht did u do?smthing u ,ur mom,any of ur family member,ur friend..anything figuring U is the reason..

Ok guess enough for 2day...otherwise everybody will curse me for writing larger thn life posts

TO BE CONTINUED...

SAFAR-E-LAHASAL

2006-02-20T05:15:00.000-08:00

..

Roshni ki talash main,
Khali deewar per diya jalanay say acha...
Aisa kurtay hain khood hee jal jatay hain..

Andheray raastoon ka safar
apna muqqader thehra...
hum roshni ki naveed say bhi dar jatay hain...

Iss qufss main ghuttan hoty hai,
azad tunhayee say bhi khouf aata hai...
sou hum apnay sayaad kay rooburoo
moom kay jaisay pighal jatay hain...

RAAstoon ka pata nahin,
phir bhi manzil ki talash main
hum aabla paa dusht nawayee
pay nikal jatay hain,,

Aisi khana badoshi ki aadat hai....
Hum sitaroon per apna mehel to nahin
burf per ghar ki tasweer buna laitay hain...

Duniya hum say iss baikhood baihoshi,
ka hisaab maangty hai..
hum too khuwaboon ki hawas main..
sirf palkain moondain reh jaatay hain....

yeh kaisa dour hai zeest ka..
saans laina hai boujhal...
or zinda rehna uss say bhi mushkil..
sou aisa kartay hain kay mar jaatay hain....

HUNK QUEST

2006-02-13T15:43:00.001-08:00

......

Like all girls i have a secret corner for mills and boon romances ,that one day i will meet the prince charming and then the earth will move ,and the stars will dance ,in an orchestrated melody, tht is not just an hackneyed line but the basic truth of every females existance.
Though,finding the prince charming is much more difficult then finding the weapons of mass destruction in IRAQ ,and tht cause is much more worthy and difficult then that of GEORGE BUSH.

this post is all fun pun,by no means anything written here should b used against me,in any court of law..just sm bizzare ramblingsJ..

sm time back ,blessed with teenage madness, me and my cousin, who is usually the accomplice in my every crime ,decided ,to find the hunks fr ourselves .wht followed was the most hilarious series of events ,which can put bridget jones diary to shameful heap.

AND then like a true blessing a book landed on our lap from the skies above called

LOVE POTIONS AND SPELLS---POTIONS TO HELP U FIND UR MAN .

bingo--

that book look liked sm holy book at tht point and time, an answer for our all unsaid prayers.So v opened the book with all the devotion v could muster

,lit the fire ,throw rosemarry ,jasmine,and poppy seedalong with the mans lock of hair then say the prayers...

OH DEAR FIRE
HELP US TO QUENCH OUR DESIRE
WE NEED A MAN OF OUR RESPECTIVE DREAMS
TO MAKE OUR LIFES A BEAUTIFUL STREAM
O HOLY FIRE HELP ME .

1 look at this rediculous stuff and i chickened out
an exasperated serene moaned .

U CANT GO BACK.......
yes i can ---what a suspecious looking stuff ==i grumbled ..
.
and then she made the most innocent face with the famous lookU LOVE ME NA and heck i couldnt resist the emotional blackmailingso armed with that book we started the HOLY WAR.
Now the most difficult thing, wht the heck ,from where can v get jasmine,poppy seeds and rosemary herb this is just not possible .

sebia u r trying to unconsciously discourage us?
?no serene im consciously trying 2 discourage us.
anyways v ended up putting oregano-sm fenugreek seeds and garlic powder sat in the lawn, wearing moms best KANJIWERM SAREESand then v started mumbling the mantras...

oh holy fire:
help us find the prince of our dreams
-guide him directly 2 land on our patio directly from the skies above
like (sm alien UFO).with all the devotion we could muster we were chanting those ASHLOKES .
ahem ahem--excuseme(sm noises--sm thing ruffled there)
Can u hear smthing?
...(an excited serene nudged me)..

NO i didnt im bz devoting my soul to HOLY CAUSE.
OPEN ur eyes seb i think destiny have answered our prayers :::
Iopened my eyes slowly---
yes there were 2 things standing in the patio---
i tried to focus more---
OH MY GOD they looked like guys --
and they were 2 in number (i culdnt beleive our luck---- so i tried 2 focus more and then realized tht there WERE not swords in there hands.....
the KNIGHTS....
were holding infact ....
they were holdingBROOMS ............................
.can u beleive it....
excuseme madam !::v r here to clean the water tanks and gutters by muncipal committee..........
thud thud dhum ----------------------------
all the dream castle crashed .

Few days passed and then serene came back holding the CURSED BOOK .
NOTagain plsssss have mercy on my soul--i moaned
SEB i have got a fool proof plan this time it cant go bad ....
nooonoonoopls .....plspls
after this rhetoric as usual i said ok princess do as u wish let us fry our brains in ur HOLY FIRE.
NO SEB this time its v simple v just need to put the oil mixed with all the potions on our headsand then put the special flowers and sing ..................
we tried to find JASMINE OIL but couldnt so decided to put SARSON(man it ws stinky)couldnt find all the exotic flowers so put sm roses and stuff(though she was insisting in wearing us sm ICEBURG LETTUCE cuz the name ws v exotic matching the flowers described there .and then v chanted again.
Fr the sake of all this
from wht v r going through
when v open our eyes we find the love so true
standing right there in our patio.
chant chant v were chanting with all the expression .
tring tring ............whts this ?
i think the bell is ringingSEB pls open THE DOOR i think our prayers r answered .........
GRRR serene isnt it toooooo soon ..............IM nt in a condition 2 meet the GUNGU TAILII even ...how can i meet the prince charming?.........
SEB do tht pls ..................
anyways i went to open the doorlooking like SUNFLOWER gumla(Pot )with dripping sunflower oil and there on the door was my worst nightmare ..................
MOST GOOD LOOKING HUNK i have ever cm across was standing ..It ws v amusing for me tht i was starring in 2 nightmares at 1 time MINE AND !!!!!!!!!!!!!HIS ..........both of us needed shock treatmentME ---fr finding the most good looking person ever incarnated and delivered right infront of my door steps.HIM ---for seeing such a creature---directly popped down frm amazon--looking like over grown FLOWER GARDEN.Nuthing could b worse to creep in 2 prick the bubble of my exciting drama
AHEM ahem !!!!!!!!!!!!
i gt out of my trance and to my dismay i lost my speaking powersi tried to spk nuthing came out except fr sm muffled voices
EXCUSEME --(the most husky voice)(i ever heard) !!!!!!!!!!!
GRR r brrr aan (sm un identified sounds came out of my throat). ......totally bugged by mehe lost his cool...
CAN I SEE ANY SANE PERSON AROUND?!!!!!!!!popped serene frm behind--and THANKGOD she ws still blessed with her vocal powers and SANITY as well
WELL nobdy at home if u want to see bhai he will cm back laters----said serene in most honeyed voice!!!!!!!!!!!AND HE ranaway SHAKING HIS HEAD .........v found 1 hunk after all the toll and he just left like tht......................

Moth turned in 2 a smoke,before candle had the chance to appreciate the devotion:p

Sorry folks ws 2 bz now a days so couldn’t cm up with smthing new..so had 2 dig in 2 the last posts..to cm up with smthing related to VALENTINES DAY(THT WS THE BEST I COULD MENAGE)SO POSTING IT again with lil deletions and additionsJ
ENJOI…………
The madness
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LAST WORD TANGO ON DEATH BED:)

2006-02-05T07:07:00.000-08:00

...
..

……..absfghs
oooolajhgs
adfgshjik

Lol...are u guys as confused abt my mental state as I am right now:P( thts wht happens whn u trying so hard to write a post.and all kind of normal and para normal,dark and light,negative and positive forces join hands against u.2 stop.from ur mom to aunty WINDOWS 98.).from LORD OF THE RINGS to KIYOONKI SAAS BHI KABHI BAHU THEE..Etc etc.

I was writing a seriously funny post about FEMALES SECRETS UNLEASHED….
Ways to interpret the real meaning of those suddenly eccentric behaviors...blah blah...i know if I had ménage to finish that post. It would have been a great blessing for mankind. my name would have been written in stars and sunshine, amongst the likes of NEWTON,ARISTOTLE,EINSTEIN GRAHAM BELL,confuscious,freud,vangogh,jerrylewis,jim Carrey etc etc…yeah yeah I managed to bring all famous people in 1 row. to suit multiple facets of my persona.

..But as we know. Miracles do happen but not oftenly...so I gt side tracked...cuz of my lack of attention span...its so hard fr me to concentrate on smthing fr along.span.unless its dressed like PIERCE BROSNON...and also got a face exactly matching him.if thts the case.thn trust me I will b like all ears,eyes and nose and blah blah..Even if the twin towers collapsing outside the door. and dear angels of death asking for my precious time 2 have a tete a tete ..I will still try 2 have my 1 last masala dosa with PIERCE BROSNON..bfre closing my eyes in peace.

Anyways so, with this last line about angels, and death, I got an idea about LAST WORDS… (Yeah I know I got very weird sense of humor, a v spooky one. I never fail to amaze my self even)...so I logged in to good old YAHOO SEARCH... (I don’t like google...cuz so many ppl oogle at google,and I always prefer underdogs:P(NOW YAHOO ppl will kill me fr underestimating them)so I ménage to reach sm sites about last words from famous ppl..On there death beds…
Let me share some with u guys...(with obviously my eternal wisdom(I have all my wisdom teeth still in me)..

FAMOUS LAST WORDS...

Bogart, Humphrey (1899-1957) "I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis."
(U SHOULD HAVE TRIED LASSI, WITH BHANG INSTEAD)

Friends applaud, the comedy is finished.~~ Ludwig van Beethoven, composer, d. March 26, 1827
(yup..A tragedy about to begin...watchout angels..torture ahead...0

Josephine...~~ Napoleon Bonaparte, French Emperor, May 5, 1821
(aww...mayb he wanted to have 1 last war of the roses with her: P)

Et tu, Brute?Assassinated.~~ Gaius Julius Caesar, Roman Emperor, d. 44 BC
(AWW…hawwww..He didn’t know.how many movies made after him..He would have died...in bit more style...and glamour..

Don't let poor Nelly (his mistress, Nell Gwynne) starve.~~ Charles II, King of England and Scotland, d. 1685
(duh..Thts a difference between wife and mistress).

Damn it . . . Don't you dare ask God to help me.To her housekeeper, who had begun to pray aloud.~~ Joan Crawford, actress, d. May 10, 1977
(lol..This was funny).

Yes, it's tough, but not as tough as doing comedy.When asked if he thought dying was tough.~~ Edmund Gwenn, actor, d. September 6, 1959
(ask meeeeeeee..im trying 2 do it from past 45 mins:0(

Go on, get out - last words are for fools who haven't said enough.To his housekeeper, who urged him to tell her his last words so she could write them down for posterity.~~ Karl Marx, revolutionary, d. 1883(sheesh here goes all my attempts for attaining glory..on behalf of these RICH AND FAMOUS,,BUT DEAD ppl:0(

Get my swan costume ready.~~ Anna Pavlova, ballerina, d. 1931
(sheesh..my kinda grl..She was planning for a spooky tango in hell or heaven.) .

Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.~~ John Barrymore, actor, d. May 29, 1942
(yeah he should have tried ,dying,in some Punjabi film..with all the females..singing ..And screaming, to choke all theose already dead in morgue) .

How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? French fries…Executed in electric chair in Oklahoma.~~ James French, d. 1966
(oops)

Sheesh guess tht was enough..The souls of these ppl, must b waiting for me to cross the line with all the enthusiasm, to choke me again (may GOD forgive me for such pathetic sense of humor and jokes)...
I ws wondering why these famous ppl, didn’t utter any simple wrds.before dying....so i was intrigued 2 write some simply bizzare stuff,Though I am not famous, or in the category of those ppl..I have got my blog to boost about..MY 1 CLAIM FOR FAME::P..so let me think tink sm lines..
whn I will see the angel of death..i will mutter..sorry utter(I had mutters 2day) .

MY LAST WORDS AFTER SEEING THE ANGEL OF DEATH:--

1,OH no..can I write another post?(I promise to glorify u ANGELS OF DEATH..THERE).
2,B.R.B let me have my last masala dosa..
3,Sheesh tanvi..even on my death bed u want me to entertain u?
4,Grrrr are u here to ask ASL?
5,Vikas kaul..i have got no interest in spirituality,and politics,on my death bed..pls frgive me
6,No more confy pls ado
7,Let me brush my teeth first pls..
8,Is my blog safe?keep it away from anonymouses..
9,Are u anonymouse?u sure look like 1
10,Can I drive ur car..papa.1 last time..
11,Mom,..i promise I will Definately find a handsome eligible bachelor there,and will marry him within 2 flat seconds..
12,can I see 1 last James bond flick?and SING ..jab tak rehay ga samosay main aaloo,,chipkee rehay gee tujh say yeh shaloo:P
13,I am like those life moments lost which once gone bye,none can regain..
Adios all…. .

IS Faith the golden bird,who sings sweet lullaby to mock pain?

2006-01-23T12:44:00.000-08:00

..

Usually I am the kind of a person, who likes to put everything on the shoulders of fate and nature, and like a true pigeon, close her eyes from every potential threat to the fairytale like cocooned existence. Until and unless some elephant comes and pokes With the possible threat of being crushed, Only then, I try to open my eyes for the harsh realities.and, from the sheltered ways of escaping from the sorrows and sufferings devised by my brain as defense mechanism.

Today 4 times I was faced by the question. which made me think. and, jolted me 2 to ask the FAITH…the question which we all like 2 ask..but refuse to do so
That why, this person got to suffer from harshness of life, and why not somebody else. Why fate and nature in particular was harsh to this person?why why and some more whys..

No no, I am a staunch believer of GOD. And I always find solace in the ground reality of whatever happens happens for the best. And this mantra of bliss always helped me in sustaining during the roughest of times. But then again I could not stop my self from asking this...
That what was the fault of this person to be treated that way. Forgive my curiosity GOD...afterall I am the descendant of ADAM...it is in my veins to question...

INCIDENT 1:----

Sir. What would you like to have?
(The waitress behind the counter in the restaurant asked...)
U…
(The guy in some designer clothes and oozing the charms of his father’s money. replied...)
Sir. Can I take your order pls ?
(Very politely, she brushed the comment off. and took the order...
Bring it on my table...
(The guy ordered, went back, sat with his friends...laughing...and making fun of others ...while waiting for his food.
Therefore, she was, walking 2wards the table. Holding and managing the trays, with little difficulty, one of the people...stretched his leg ffwd...and she stumbled...and fell (that woman was pregnant...) she was holding her tummy and flinching with pain...and one person screamed.
.look what have u done to my pants...u spilled all the Fanta on them...dont u know they are from ZARAS?
I didn’t have the audacity 2 look in her eyes and answer the silent q..., which they were asking WHY ME?

INCIDENT 2:--

..I cannot eat it. This tastes yuck. Now I want to have FILLET-O-FISH
My 6 yrs old nephew screamed...
Sebz can u turn the car towards MCDONALDS pls...He won’t rest until he will get it...
My bhabhi asked me.

But bhabhi...he just took one bite...and he just cannot throw food like that...this is not good...do not spoil him like that...
I argued...Uselessly...and silently screeched infront of McDonalds...
He threw the food on the garbage can...and flew off 2 get his burger...
An old man, very haggard looking. Came and started rummaging through the contents of the garbage bin...suddenly.struck gold...and started eating the food which my nephew threw in the garbage...now all dusted with the filth. From the dumps...
At one side, my nephew was eating his burger. All wrapped and protected according to all the health standards and food regulations. On the other side. That old man was eating the food, right out of garbage can. All dusted with filth. I could not even look in his eyes and answer the silent q

WHY ME?

Incident 3:--

Whenever we go to do grocery. There are helpers. Who bring the shopping bags outside for people? In addition, people give them tips for that. These are very poor people from third world countries like India, Pakistan, and Bangladesh...etc...And they come here on very low salary scales. Hardly enough for them two feed them properly. Then they have to send money back two so many hungry mouths, back at there countries, starving for food...
So after coming out of the super market, when the person placed the shopping bags inside the car. I thanked him. And was about to handover some coins to him. Then one of the managers of the store. Walked 2wards me...

Sorry madam...u can’t give him any tip
But why... (I argued)
Cuz we are giving them enough.. And they do not deserve more…
(So angry)I asked
Is that amount enough? The one bag of groceries cost more then the amount of salary u guys give to them, for whole month. Is it enough for them to live on that amount?
Manager politely refused. And turned back
Sorry madam, store policy. I cannot allow you 2 give tip to this person

The poor man. Kept on looking at those pennies. During all this conversation, atleast his 1 meal would have been covered by those PENNIES…
I again could not look in to his eyes and answer the silent question...

WHY ME?

INCIDENT 4...

All my nephews and nieces were playing; they were having some friends, as well, so it was a happy time for them, they were laughing and dancing and having fun. My brother’s only daughter, was sitting alone looking at those kids, having fun, with longing eyes. So I asked them

KIDS. Please let aminah play with u guys as well. She wants 2 plays. Call her in...
NO...NO, we cannot...
Some kid, my nephew’s friend screamed...
Why not?

I asked...
Because she is MENTAL. And I don’t want to play with mental girls...

I felt somebody twisted my heart...cuz my niece is AUTISTIC...and at that moment I looked at my bhabhis face...so much anguish and pain there..
I couldn’t even answer the silent agony there...

WHY ME?

How easy. It is to put everything on fate, and how lucky we human beings are that at least we can dump our agonies on some outsider force like FATE and nature, with faithful obedience we find our refuge in EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR THE BEST...

And we never understand..that WHY WE ARE BLESSED ONES AND THE BEARERS OF AGONY?Sometimes very sweetly, we say...oh this person must be suffering because of his past KARMA...
OR HE must have done something terribly wrong 2 get this kind of punishment in life...
What a mockery...

Faith is the lonely bird, who sings sweet nothings to lull us in to our soothing sleep, away from pains and miseries...

Why should we think and waste our time about the people, who are suffering...
The golden cage with ringing bells of life is waiting for us. To LIVE…..live on oh human…. live for ur ownself
IGNORANCE AND AVOIDANCE...THY NAME IS HUMAN…

CHIMES,RHYMING BIRTHDAY WISHES FOR MY SWEET BRATZ..TANVI

2006-01-17T15:49:00.000-08:00

WHAT ARE THEE TO ME?

An exotic fragrance,
Blowing in the air ,
Radiating the darkened vistas,
With the sweetness so rare ..

Like a ray of light ,
You came from heavens above ,
Illuminating my existence ,
Casting a special glow everywhere ....

Some leaf ruffling ,
Or some snowflake shuffling ,
I feel u around ,
Like a gentle breeze ,
As serene as a prayer....

You came to me,
In the painful summer ..
As sunshine coming out
of the autumn tree
You my friend…
Touched my soul
Erased all my pains
With the healing touch so rare ....

You loved me…
Through my painful year...
You held me
When my eyes
Were shedding tears
You were always there
Wiping all my agonies
And my fears…

I see ME in YOU...
I see YOU in ME...
A reflection so exuberant
Like a radiant mirror...

You carved for me
A peaceful isle...
In the gloom
So dark and bare…

Here is the wish
For you from me...
May u always
Like a diamond
Shimmer free
And may I always be there
For you
Like a crystal tear
Not Shed by thee…
(WROTE THIS POEM..SPECIALLY FOR U TANVI;0)

Today is Tanvi s birthday...
She is mah BRATZ: 0

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..my best friend...my soul sistah...All neatly packaged in one parcel…people say. In virtuality, every thing is unreal, emotions, expressions...even people...but somehow or the other I cant believe it...and maybe its my luck I usually run in to best kinda people here...people who are not fake. People who are genuine and giving, and loving. And she surpasses all... Usually I have got a firm grasp on my pen and I can weave words and emotions any time any where. At the blink of an eye. But today. Though I want to say so much to her...but...I just cant churn anything...I can’t even express my gratitude to her. For being there always for me. I can’t tell her how much warmth she radiated towards me. I can’t even pen down the emotion that how she always held me. In my most vulnerable of times... W e don’t share the bond of blood...but we do share the bond of love and warmth...in the world of shallow mirages and chimeras...like VIRTUALITY...she is the only real oasis.

On her birthday .I just wish her...all the best. All the happiness all the contentment she ever craved for in life...

(Ok enough of emotional melodrama. I will get serious indigestion...if I keep on praising her :)

I met this girl...1 and a half year back...in INDIATIMES CHAT...VIKAS introduced me 2 her(his only good deed in the history of mankind:)..Ok he has done some other ones as well (rolls her eyes...fr tht :))...she was continuously yapping...and I was in a bad mood...just thought how much a person can yap (now I can beat her any time. with my ability 2 do so...all her X effect i guess:0..So we started talking. I didn’t know she was only 15 at that time. She was asking for candies and chocs from RAGS. Another sweet friend of ours. And I thought she not only yaps...but she is autistic as well: 0... (I am really paving a vista to my crucification...with all these words i guess :)

From there we started. And we never looked back...I adopted her as my BRATZ.......they say. Best relationships are those where you can just enjoy the companionship. Even in silence...and yes we can do it ...all the times:0/...sometimes for even 3-4 hours we can simply sit here. And just the feeling that the next person is on the other side we are satisfied...

Usually 1 of us is in depressive mood... (Yeah we can’t help it. I guess we love the word DEPRESSION. It usually gives us a HIGH :)
I call her PAINDOO...motiii...mermaid...blah blah and sm more stupid blah...and she calls me different names ranging from GULAAB JAMUN...RASGULLA...AMMA..FREAKOO and am definitely more blahs
She is such a possessive soul...never lets me talk 2 anybdody...and me being a social butterfly...love adopting all the sweet girls like CHEESY AND WINTAH..As my soul sistahs and BRATZ...and it freaks her out... (So I have to do it ...while hiding from her...in total confidence with cheesy and wintah: D)...

OK ppl...now u all are invited for my FUNERAL...which will take place as soon s she will wakeup from her short nap and reads this... :)

On serious note I just wanna tell you tanvi..No matter what I say or do. I am so glad that we are friends. And I consider myself so lucky. That the ARMAGEDDON like u landed at my doorsteps :) May GOD always keep you under the palm of his hand. And may u always laugh and smile... (I really love the sound of your voice and laughter... :)
And all of you visiting this blog...i request all to pls wish her on her BIRTHDAY...and make it a special day for her...by wishing her all kinda happiness..
I am opening comments for all...pls anonymouses...dont spoil her happiness by writing any sick stuff...thanx

Bizzare Resolutions For The New Year:0)

2006-01-09T13:39:00.000-08:00

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.A very happy new year to all of you, a new beginning a new vista a new dawn thts my wish for all of u.
and for myself ...
I wish that May GOD grant me the Serenity,
to accept the things I cant change...
Courage,to change the things i can ,,,
and Wisdom to know the difference.
Amen...

And sorry for the unannounced hiatus from the blogsville...and thanx to all of u who cared enough to miss me:)

AT the dawn of every new year we make resolutions, sometimes we menage to fulfill them and sometimes its a lost quest this year i made some resolutions as well...some weird some funny ones some even challenging the sense and sensibilities. But that is me and those are mine...

Here are these...

1, This year I will be as courteous and nice to my self as I can be, will take very good care of not banging straight in to poles, or burning my self half fried sunny side up or giving a great jerk to my back by landing directly from top stair to last one. In simple words will try my best not to invite all kinda weird accidents.......... (sheesh while I was typing this I have managed to spill some hot coffee on my hand...duh...here goes my first resolution to tambaktu:0(...)

2,I promise ,this year i will put in some more efforts to torture you people with my blogging fetish. and will devote more time to blogs and comments.(sorry anonymouses miracles do happen but not oftenly:0 i am BACK )

3,Will muster a lovable HI to aunty patience,and quick bye to grandma sensitivity....(means will have more patience to combat the attacks of anonymouses)

4,Will be more sympathetic towards the ecological system of earth. and serenity of my house. by cleaning my room and specially my closet...hence no more tsunamis and earthquakes in there.........(mom :: are u listening?.........

5,Will be more patient with those hawk like aunties who love to mismatch me all the time...(damn..Can they ever give it a break?

6 Will try not to torture mom by refusing to meet all the prospective grooms scattered all around in the world... (mom is a staunch believer that very soon male specie gonna extinct or will be wiped out from mother earth...and every new proposal is the last 1..after that earth wont see any male prospective groom)

7,Will keep on torturing my chat buddies...with my mindless yappings and gibberish.....watch out dada and berty fr random chaos menace..

8 Will pamper Tanvi more then the previous year...and will listen to DADAJI...aka VIKAS KAULS mantras of wisdom...w.t questioning them........ (its gonna be really difficult task:(

9.Will learn to be rude and arrogant and snob...I always wanted to see how it feels to have that chip in your neck........ppl have started taking me for granted now a days..

10, Will try to read all the books and watch movies in my list. and a big NO NO to Russian literature and classics. I don’t believe in self torture..,

11, Will make more and more spelling mishtakes...and typos...and will try not to bug Microsoft word to wakeup from his eternal bliss in my desktop....

On serious note...in this year 1, I want to thank GOD properly for bestowing me with all the bounties
2,Want to work with children with special needs.
3,atleast 5 good deeds daily..No matter how small they are
4, Will try to polish my Hindi and Urdu.
5,If i can make even 1 person happy ..I will consider my self a lucky person...
Ufffff this list will be so long that I will b needing another post and so much ttttime...and I am running short of it. Plus I am coughing and sneezing so much that it’s hard to concentrate :(...
Tc u all...

HAPPY EID TO ALL OF YOU......

CHAT POTIONS AND MANTRAS:0

2005-12-22T23:14:00.000-08:00

Lights.....Camera......Action!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scene 1.....(CHAT ROOM...Flirting and romance..Tambaktu...

Nubile nymphet... enters in the room and all the gopies ,ropies and topies springs in to action.... and she is hounded by all the clan of hawks....but 1 RasputIn was t0o swift.... 2 grab her attention .....

RASPUTEEN: Hello is it me you looking for?

GIRL (li'l bemused): May be, intrigue me enough for me to recognize that.

RASPUTEEN (needs li'l coaxing): You are a treat to my sore eyes.
You are my heroine. Tread softly... My love... I have spread my dreams under your feet.

GIRL: THUMP THUMP ----- I WANT TO CRUSH THE GROUND!!

Next girl enters....and Rasputeen goes....

Rasputeen:--.Tujhey laagay na nujariya... Odh lay chunariya... Tirchhi nigaheein teri... Mujh pay giraayeein ray bijuriyaaa bijuriyaaaaaa...N

Nubile nymphet was shocked..looks @the RASPUTEEN ..

Rasputeen WINKS:--Jub bhi koi ladki dekhoon, mera dil deewana bole ole ole ole --- oley oley oley....

This was a short trailor of a CHATROOM DRAMA...dramas like this are part of of chatroom dynamics..Virtuality is a strange place.For some its just an escape from reality,for others its a door for perceiving the dark pathos of human mind..a place where 5 feet obnoxious ,drooping fella can become 6 feet 4 tall and lanky JOHN ABRAHAM.clone..swooning the grls ,making them dance on his raapchik tunes...where a wuss shows her claws as tigress and tun tun can magically transforms in 2 PARIS HILTON..where relationships are formed and broken bfre ADAM could muster enough courage to yell EVE...

Coming 2 chat is easy..but surviving here for more than 5 minutes is really not the game of cards....and those weak at heart...and in wits pls feel free not to come fr the BLACK HOLE DANDIYA....Here are the ten commandments which i have come up after fOcusing all of the concentration i could muster..feel free to twitch ur fascial muscles a lil bit while reading this......

CHAT COMMANDMENTS;.......

Nicks:--OOO,,LAAAAA..LAAA......They make or break ur chat enigma...from persona to nongrata;0 from donkey to creepy dhain patash..from crouching tiger,,,to dosa or samosa and from pooja to doojaa......either the kings rule or sm perverts drool ..have ur pick...{so now u guys know ,,why nobody answers to HOT PIYARE MOHAN...OR PET DOGGY}.....As they say eyes are the mirror to one's soul...so nick denotes ur personality..ASL;......sheeshh...If you are an AMATEUR and you enter a chat room they will give you a chill if you decide to commit chat suicide by asking 'ASL' - you will be a victim of frostbite. And if you are still stupid enough to push youR luck U will soon be on your way to the CHAT morgue with all kinds of abuses on ur trAIlSo take the advice of Uncle ConfusciousNO-NO-NO RAIN DANCING IN THE TUB FULL OF WASPKILLER..Asking ASLs is like digging ur own chat grave ...and thn insisting to have them is like jumping in it s well.. what difference does it make that from what part of hemisphere next person is hanging..cmon..intrigue the person a lil bit ..bfre playing the game of darts on her..

2,PMS{PRIVATE MESSAGES}.....PMS or WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION ...who can hit as SHOCK AND AWE bombardment....either they will take u on the Heights of HAPPYY CHATTING or reduce u to the level of lowly stinky bug needed to b crushed....dang...and if u do the crucial and filthiest of mistake in the history of mankind..by sending a PM....oozing porn stuff.then get ready 2 b crucified,slaughtered and final punishment of solitary confinemnt in the blissful serenity of IGGYBIN.

3,..WORDS>......In chatrooms..its only words..and words are all u have to intrigue the other person..so make sure that the words u use or up 2 the mark..cuz u might neeed 2 eat them back ..Its not the sugar which makes the tea sweet..its the stirring so choose ur timings plssss..

4,..Muah and abuses.....Virtuality is strange PLACE..here MUAHS PREVAIL..and abuses are right on trail...so play it safe..its up 2 u 2 embrace the insanity...by joining the fiery sessions of abusing..or keep ur equillibrium intact by..keeping a lil distance..remember WISE MeN,NEVER PLAY LEAPFROG WITH UNICORN.....

5,PRIVATE ROOM INVITATION......SHEESH......EEKS....Asking her 2 go to pvt room as soon as u see 1 PROMINENT NICK on ur chat screen...is like going 2 ANTARCTICA..u will be there all ALONE..cold and chilled..frost bitten..

6,QUESTIONING REALITY IN VIRTUALITY;...like abt her looks and stuff..is like u r standing next to her w.t a deodrant..and as if u are radiating wrst kinda stinky fumes..DISTANCE..AND CHILLS WILL B UR CHAT DESTINY..

7,OGGLE AT ALL GIRLS;.while chatting..and u will b safely googled out of that 1 special grls screen...enjoy ur spooky tango with all and miss 1 special salsa with the special grl..

8,BITCH AND PICK OTHER BOYS TO GAIN ATTENTION...and u will be safely clicked out.so no need to BURN UR HANDS WITH TOASTER OVEN..there are other ways to gain attention as well...like quoting UNCLE CONFUCIOUS;0{he always comes handy}

9,If by some miracle u menage to find that special girl...and she asks u 2 stay...plsssssssssssss DO THAT..even if u are in twin towers and they are collapsing on your head..or your boss..hurling u around,poking in ur ribs..his huge horns... like some DINASOUR in the jurrasic park..plssssssssssssss try 2 give her ur undivided attention..U SHOULD HAVE UR PRIORITIES STR8....

10,U can be any body..in virtuality... like SOMUpehelwan in reality..but on net u should present urself as TOM CRUISE..its all about the advertisement that how finely u package and present urself.

11,YOUR ASL...should always be..from teens to twenty..with 6 feet height and good looks..even if u are some MOTTA TEENDA BHATTUSH..grappling with middle age crisis..of your kids.

12,Possessiveness in virtuality…..a definite NO NO……so while looking at the skies of chatroom..appreciate the stars ..dont ask fr the moon..breathe free and don’t try 2 eat the breathing space of sally,telly,shally,and malley….

These were just some weird commandments..pls feel free not to think about crucifying me if they don’t work…we can come up with something else. So all of u are invited 2 contribute to the COMMANDMENTS OF NET SURVIVAL…

MOTH SMOKE...A SAD FAIRYTALE

2005-12-14T01:09:00.000-08:00

..Once upon a time. Not so long ago. Though long enough to cast its shadows in the murky grayness of soul. There used to live 2 mermaids...Beautiful happy. Always dancing around. They believed in sunshine, happiness stars, moonlight and everything bright. There names were SUNSHINE and MOONLIGHT…..
There laughter used to echo in the bleak pathos of the ocean. Used to ring like chimes. Illuminating the dark vistas of life…For them. Life was nothing else but a silver boat, ornamented with golden hues. Taking them to the different directions…facing all kind of currents but still strong enough to choose its path...Lil did they know. that there is more to life then its fairytale like existence…at every corner there is some shark hiding ,all set to find its preys. With every wave it brings a new pain. They were happy, contented in there cocooned existence…

Until 1 day. When the trouble in paradise popped up in the form of...a sea snake, who entered the bubble of happiness with his venomous self, he was sitting on the cliff...looking around to find a prey to sink his poison in the life of his prey…..AND THEN those mermaids caught his attention. SUNSHINE with her vibrancy and exuberance, who was basking in her own beauty...radiating happiness, glitter, shine...took his breath away...He Sat there for some time, totally transfixed, smitten, absorbed by the beauty of SUNSHINE...

Suddenly MOONLIGHT saw him. And recognize the evil spirit in him. It’s a blessing or a curse. That MOONLIGHT was blessed with special kind of insight, she could feel and recognize the evil spirits around...1 look and him...looking at SUNSHINE and her heart sank…she took SUNSHINE away…trying 2 run run far far away from that black sepeant casting its black murky shadows in the blissful serenity..
Some days passed bye…MOONLIGHT. Went somewhere for some days. So SUNSHINE was all alone, she was wandering all around in the ocean. Finding ways 2 erase her boredom and loneliness. Then she met a SEA HORSE…all handsome, strong, with pride holding his head high…SUNSHINE got so intrigued by him, by his chivalry, by his sweetness, she lost her innocent heart to him…after that day, they were inseperable...just lost in each other,,,
Some days passed by, MOONLIGHT came back, all ecstatic...2 see SUNSHINE…and found her soo engrossed in a strange kinda euphoria...happy, bubbling with love...enveloped in silver cloud of passion and love. MOONLIGHT was happy for her but being a wise 1, she couldn’t trust anybody. So asked SUNSHINE 2 show her THE CHIVALROUS PRINCE. They went to meet the HORSE... and...When…she looked at the horse. She felt somebody just slashed her heart with the burning knife...cuz in the eyes of horse,she could see the ugly dark face of serpeant,the same DARK UGLY SNAKE…who in order 2 get SUNSHINE transformed himself in 2 the form of SEAHORSE. And was now injecting the poison, in the veins of SUNSHINE w/t her realizing that...2 keep her addicted 2 him.

MOONLIGHT in an utter fit of desperation, took SUNSHINE away. Told her about the reality of the so called SEA HORSE…but SUNSHINE was too blinded by her love, she just refused to listen...
Listen 2 me plsssss SUNSHINE ,he is not what u think ,HE is the poisonous snake who will take ur life away, and thn will throw ur lifeless body,pls just trust me….
MOONLIGHT screamed screamed…but to no avail, SUNSHINE was so blindfolded by her love, she couldn’t see and trust anybody else but him
Go away, moonlight…first time in my life I have found somebody, whom I m not going 2 lose, just because of your stupid fears...U just go away,let me lead my own life,U are so jealous that I have found 1 and u haven’t..
Sunshine screamed……
MOONLIGHT was so hurt by her hurting words she simply walked away. In complete numbness. She walked walked out of her life…never to look back…

So many or just some days passed bye…life took its own route, without SUNSHINE fr MOON LIGHT, though she used to miss SUNSHINE a lot. but so hurt was she, that she didn’t want to go back and talk to her…1 day she was sitting in her home, thinking about the happy times. When SUNSHINES mother came, she was crying, choking on her tears
Pls MOONLIGHT come with me. SUNSHINE needs you so badly...pls just for once come with me
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MOONLIGHT thought for lil time, but decided to go anyway...
She reached theRE …SUNSHINE was lying there, looking like a ghost, all dark, all poisoned...1 look at her pained face MOONLIGHT started to cry…
What have u done to urself, where is my beautiful sunshine…whats wrong baby. I am here, everything gonna be all right. Just trust me…

Nothing going to b ok...now…you were right,when u were warning me,and I was so blinded by my own euphoria,I simply dragged u away,and he took my life ,poisoned my soul. And left me to die alone…and now I cant live like that. So I have finished this life. I am going now, 2 the skies above. Forgive me if u can MOONLIGHT cuz I never intended to hurt you…

SUNSHINE, cried in MOONLIGHTS arms. And then choked. and closed her eyes..

MOONLIGHT hugged her..So closely. And then

Then she realized that she was holding a lifeless body in her arms. She screamed screamed so much…called SUNSHINE yelled…slapped the lifeless body so hard. Banged her head around…but to no avail
NO.NO..for GODSAKE pls open ur eyes..Dont go like that u can’t...u just can’t leave me like that...it’s my entire fault...i shuldnt have left u that day...

MOONLIGHT was now choking on her tears...SUNSHINE was dead, her soul gone...just the lifeless body was lying in her arms.....

So many years gone bye. and MOONLIGHT still cant forgive herself..She still is living in her own grief asylum...blaiming her own self for leaving SUNSHINE that day…. May GOD give SUNSHINE peace...And place in heavens…and may GOD give solace and courage to MOONLIGHT to come out of her agony…..

TAPTI CHANDNI AUR THANDA SOORAJ

2005-12-04T22:30:00.001-08:00

Kaisi ajeeb..
Shaam hai..
Khamosh ankhoon wali ladki
bhaithi hai..
sunehri naoo main ...
Aur chahar soo phailee
shab- e- tunhayee hai....
goongi behri iss duniya main...
kuch goonjatee..
kuch jamid..
siskiyoon ki shehnayee hai..
Mudhem mudhem..
dheeray dheeray..
jalty rait per...
thandi chandni...
aaj phir kiyoon
khalee haath ayee hai....
burfeeli huwaoon main
baikal baikal ...
phidty hai....
tupta chand or thanda sooraj...
zindagee kis mode per
lay aayee hai...
Zerd mousam..
baikal baichainee,
ankhoon main wehshat..
udd gayee titlee..
beh gayee khushboo...
bahar apnay saath dekhoo
yeh kaisee khizaan churaa layee hai...
Charaghoon say sajayaa..
baam o dar koo
ayanoon say kia roshen
dil ka khali gharondaa
fir bhi itni tareeki,itna sanaata
yeh chandni say pehlay
amawas kiyoon dar ayee hai....
Kitni sadiyoon ki veeraanii..
Kaisii bainaam kahani
khamoshi kay dusht main
mandlaty see bulbul..
usko dekha toh..
aaj apni aankhoon main bhi baisabab
namee see uttar ayee hai....

After a long time ,i wanted to write something in urdu,though i cant grasp all the intricacies of this language,nor my expression is good enough 2 pay full justice to the context or content..but still for a change i wanted to express in this medium..i love reading urdu poetry,so its only natural that i try my hand on it..Sorry to the readers who cant understand urdu..i am translating it in 2 english ..though it wont be able to fall on the standards of rhyme and meter and stuff..and more in to an abstract form...

Burning moonlight...frozen sun:---

The crimson evening is casting
ambiguous shadows
a girl with silent eyes...
sitting in the golden boat..
enveloped in the mist of lonely night
In the muted world..
some shrieking ..
some silent sobs
creating a symphony...
Moon light wading ..
slowly ,silently
on burning sand..
is back again..
with empty hands..
She walks in cold breeze..
embedded with restlessness
transmitting through her veins...
gazing at the
burning moonlight and cold sun...
why fate brought her to this plane ?...
crimson shadows..
hollow pain..
eyes..agonizing
fregruence evaporating..
cuckoo flying away...
autumn stole the spring again...

She lit her house ,
with scented candles..
ornamented the walls
with mirrors..
still such haunting darkness
and muted silence.....
all things went invain....
Hollow void of centuries...
nameless fantasies..
wounded bird
dances in silent haze..
i couldnt restrain my eyes
from misting with pain.......

LEGEND OF NARCISSUS.AND ALCHEMY OF EXISTANCE

2005-11-24T02:53:00.000-08:00

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Was reading a book ALCHEIMIST, the writer takes us on the EXOTIC journey of self discovery. The ALCHEMY. Or crux of the book is...

IF U GO , IN PERSUIT OFYOUR PERSONAL LEGEND, WHOLE WORLD WILL CONSPIRE TO HELP U ACHIEVE YOUR PERSONAL LEGEND...

There is a strange kind of optimism and hope lurks in every page. And in the most simplified terms, he tells us about all the difficult philosophies of existence…
In the prologue of the book, THE LEGEND OF NARCISSUS is written, a beautiful story. Telling us the tale of a person, who got so obsessed by his own self that he simply killed HIS OWNSELF by falling in the lake..

LEGEND OF NARCISSUSS: ----

A youth used 2 kneel daily beside a lake, 2 contemplate about his own beauty. He was so fascinated by his own beauty that one day he simply fell in to the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the NARCISSUS. When narcissus died the goddess of forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed in 2 a lake of salty tears.

Why do u weep?
The goddess asked

I weep for the narcissus.
The lake replied.

Ah its no surprise that u weep for the NARCISSUS for though we always perused him in the forest u alone could contemplate on his beauty at close hand.
The goddess said

BUT .......was NARCISSUS beautiful?
The lake asked...

Who better than you 2 know that…after all it was by your banks that he knelt each day2 contemplate himself!
The goddess said…

The lake was silent for some time .Finally it said....

I weep for narcissuss,but I never noticed that narcissus was beautiful,i weep because each time he knelt besides my banks,i could see in the depths of his eyes ....my own beauty reflected.......

What a haunting beautiful story of self obsession and hence self destruction. We all will derive different meaning and moral from this story…my random thoughts which took me on a journey started by this legend. Though they might not be connected with the legend were...
We all are so besotted and bewitched by the SELF and IMAGE that v portray that v somehow lost the connection between self and deeds…we simply feel no need for indulging in 2 that stuff. We see what we want 2 see, we feel what gives us pleasure, we read what suits our philosophies...faith, beliefs, religion all r filtered according 2 self needs and quests...Conscience is smthing which we carry like an excess baggage,easily forgotten one..Someyimes.some incident or happening, jolts us out of our comfortably numb state, but v devotedly we lull it back 2 eternal bliss. its our sure way 2 nirvana, we combat with unwanted things by acting like a pigeon and forgetting all about there existence..

But what we forget is. that there is no escape from the murmurs our heart or conscience keep on mumbling ,we believe that by following our conscience we might lose our dreams, and goals, safely crafted by us and deeply nurtured,,
What we forget is,that,our conscience is our DRIVING FORCE..Infact it’s the EMERALD TABLET in the alchemy of existence, it’s the most sincere being for us, the strengths and help we seek from outer stimulus...without realizing that the fountain of glory and strength is right within us...we keep on yearning for some MASSEHA to descend from skies above to hold our hands and let us pass from the difficult pathoes of existence. We should know that only those who can understand the alchemy of conscience can break the shackles and reach to the heights of success. And strength ..

A STRONG MOUNTAN CAN FACE THE HARDEST OF HURRICANE, WHO IS STANDING PROUD ON ITS OWN FOUNDATIONS…

That was my random philosophy after reading the legend; it might not be connected or encompasses the whole realm of meanings. But still here it is...
That was my impressions. Tell me what u guys derive out of it ;)

RANDOM CHAOS THEORY

2005-11-23T23:56:00.000-08:00

Wow...somebody hacked my blog and erased the last post:((((and s usual the beautiful me..i didnt save the copy...damn damn damn:((((
but all jokes aside why he/she hated UNCLE NARCISSIST so much that he erased only him?thts beyond me..i wrote something and now its nt there along with an email from blogspot people ...i fail 2 understand why ?
i am feeling so sick now..
as per WARPED PHRASE...my friend..whom im torturing for my loss...
Sebia:---i feel like screaming and commiting a perfect murder:(((((whoever done this may his soul rest in hell till eternity:(((((((
Berty:-----juss kill sum folks na...u mite just get who u wanna kill in the bargain
random chaos theory
Sebia:---yeah rite v funny...remember im depressed:((and why anybody got so tortured by uncle narcississt is beyond me..
BERTY:--Did u save it?
Sebia:---well umm the beautiful me..i didnt save it:((((((((((
Berty;----just track him down,,and do the arty..this is known as passion...u did ask fr sm1 who can swear by your blog;)...now do the antonym for narcissus.....
Sebia:----But why the hell anybody would like to commit such a grave crime against humanity and me:(((?
Berty:----mebbe he/she sending u a msg there that: u better not start writing serious...write about the extrovert next na mebbe he likes it n sends some accolades ur way..
Sebia:---i have gt this this and this problem...and im gonna definately do smthing seriously gross now..
Berty:--me was clueless when i first met u...and me still clueless re..
Sebia:---yeah right i have gt great tendency to drivee everybody nuts:((and thanx fr being a great friend..with friends like u who needs ANONYMOUSES 2 make ur virtual life a living HELL:(
Berty:---Sebz u know 1 thing...u dont drive ppl 2 insanity they just drive themselves there...they think its a better deal to stay insane than to grapple wid ya.its a good thing lady diana no more wid us
even she'd get a complex wid ur kinda problems...u knw sebs
u can only blame gawd he got u delivered to earth...at the wrong time..and the wrong place
This ws my conversation with a friend who was trying 2 cheer me up,after all the mess,i fail 2 understand who can derive pleasure out of bugging ppl?and if whoever did this,1 q 2 u?if u are soo tortured by my abstract yup gup tup..why dont u simply stop reading them?...

LEGEND OF NARCISSUS....AND SOMETHING TO PONDER ABOUT

2005-11-23T20:17:00.000-08:00

ABYSS

2005-10-23T03:42:00.000-07:00

Behind the veil of silver shadows.
a solitary figure,
sat there with frozen tears,
and hazy numbness,
he was the man,
embedded with effulgence,
and muted passion,
she ws the woman with pain
and hollow reason.
the glass coffin and the mirrored grave ,
denoted the quixotic indulgence..
they wanted to fly,
but the wings were tattered
and the flame ws turning in 2 ashes.
she opened her arms ,
and ws lost in muted ice.
he tried to fill up her senses
but...
walked passed through her,
the souls culdnt entwine,
the spirits culdnt join..
the vaccuum between life and death
ws too big 2 surpass...

I wrote these lines on DEVILES blog as a comment but found thm so beautiful so posting thm here....
oops..srry once again a post abt grave;((...i dontknow why lately im so fixated by graves and deaths blah blah...guess my time is cming near:)

SPOOKY SPOOKY TANGO... IN GRAVEYARD

2005-10-20T05:24:00.000-07:00

OK...time 2 twitch our facial muscles a lil bit....no need 2 act all oomph poomph while reading this totally bizzarre,madness intensified, post. Atleast.s-m-i-l-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…if u feel like…..it will increase Ur face value if nothing else.

Here we go…There is this friend of mine, who believes that only reason for my creation, in the universe, is 2entertain her. GOD bestowed the TERROR (in form of me) on mankind. So that she can do some facial excercize ,by chuckling . SO everyday, I have 2 come up with some new jokes 2 entertain the madam oomph aka Tanvi.

Today’s bizzre, drama was about the list of things which she can put in and around my grave...

No no I am not thinking of playing a 3equal ,2 MUMMY RETURNS…or SCARY MOVIE 12 OR 3 here .Nor I am thinking of my self as some female version of PHAROAH. ANAX-A NUMAN.by planning 4 a mummification, 2 play havoc with the sensitive nerves of ppl who will heave the sighs of relief when I will b gone…grrr watch out...there SIGHS can even bring another HURRICANE…..
..Ok as usual with my habit for constant blabber...im drifting away from my supposedly post…let me jump back .

SO lets start a TANGO IN GRAVEYARD...THINGS NEEDED IN AND AROUND MY GRAVE.....

1, First of all,I have got 2 spoiled brats,tanvi and zillie ,they want there LIFE SIZE photos 2 haunt me, in there, as they are so possessive about me they wont even let me indulge in 2 any kind of flirtatious spree even in the gravE... (unfrtunately these 2 are my fav ppl..so my soul is tied up 2 comply with there whims and wishes).:0

2, CD PLAYER with the song...my dil goess mmmmmmmmmm…on constant repeat tttt, cuz she(tanvi) will definitely b there all the time, thinking of my grave s sm picnic resort. Or Italian circus popped up for her entertainment purpose:0 only .So after crying her heart out she will b needing sm music 2 entertain her…and thn zillie will come as well and perform BHANGRA on this song(cuz entertaining tanvi is his responsibility s well...:0

3, Now some cds of totally bizarre music, like ishq kammena, kumbukht ishq, BLAH BLAH and even some African tribe dance mumbo jumbo cuz, the other residents of graveyard need 2 b entertained, s well…hence all kinda muzik is required for our HALLOWEEN IN HAWAI.....

4, Most important, my PC, damn...how can I stay away from my holy shrine=BLOG for long...i will b having so many,audience there….lucky me.with or w/t there will.i will recite all my blog fr thm day and night,on and on and on………….. I can always terrorize the angels to read and COMMENT on my blog...and I can even alter my charge sheet while they will b engrossed in reading...HOW NOT 2 LOSE UR WOMAN IN 10 DAYS......

5, W e can have a boxing ring, built specially 2 cater the needs of bloggers, desi and hip hop gora shtyle, a match of KABBADI between ANONYMOUSES and desi bloggers…and some high class UNDERTAKER SHTYLE punch o mania between not so desi bloggers and ANONYMOUSES…after all I have 2 think abt all (mayb I was MOTHER TERESSA in my past life).

6, SOME NASTY WEAPONS....oh yeah yeah...dont get worried, not fr u shweet ppl out there, but fr my favourite enemies...(some wrath s a punishment fr my past life sins, popped from hell, the class fellows of Dracula.)They will definitely cm 2 play homage 2my shrine, So2 combat thm, some strings of galic pods, 2 shu thm AWAYYY, or I can always choke thm with the string if nothing else.

7, My love arrow,,yeah as I am the OFFECIAL CUPID for all my friends,so who knows who might take my fancy in the morgue, or graveyard, so for good ole matchmaking ,I will b needing my cupid arrows,,…ONCE A CUPID..ALWAYS A CUPID.

8, A pop corn machine...yeah...i just cant live without these flaky,butter oozing blast o butter popcorns,my accomplice in any kinda enjoyment,and while having a TETE A TETE with angels,I will b needing something badly 2 munch on 2 ,2 keep myself frm going berserk. And what if 1 of the questioning angels resembles PIERCE BROSNON…???????S a reward for my some good karma while UP there………………………………MY O MY… (MY IMAGINATION CAN REALLY GO WILD AT TIMES).

8,My PLAY STATION 2…and sm cotton buds for the poor dead lying there 2 ensure there sanity….cuz i am a NEED FR SPEED freak,and the constant zoom,thud and bang dang of cars can cause some sort of mayhem in the peaceful serenity of cemetery.

9,Last but not the least. MY SWORD….how can I b seen w/t my famous sword its going to be bad for my image..naaaaaaa., ONCE A WARRIOR...ALWAYS A WARRIOR(even inside the grave)it will hang on my grave like….SWORD OF DAMOCLES…so tht even there if somebody try 2 tress pass the lakshman rekha of 5 feet distance. Or try 2 flirt with my mummy. Or even try indulging in 2 anykinda indecent activity….it will fall down from the skies above 2 chop them like GAAJER MOOLII (CARROT, CABBAGE AND REDDISH…

Loll…ok guys I don’t know what Ur reaction was after reading this post. except for thinking of me as sm AUTISTIC running lose:0i surely enjoyed indulging in 2 sm bizarre madness.. so if any time u guys develop sm kind of stomach illness, reading this madness feel free not to puke or vomit here…grrrrrrr
.. Tanvi….shorry...dont mind Fr the pun fun…u know I love u grly.and u r a v special friend.

Last but not the least guys…don’t panic I haven’t changed my BLOG TEMPLATE for good, only for this post 2 match the mood, after that I will change in 2 something cheerful, this template also giving me chillSSSSSSSS

DEATH BELLS AGAIN

2005-10-08T01:32:00.001-07:00

.I was about to post some light hearted stuff 2day,but then I saw news, about the earthquake,AND i simply lost all the bubble of happiness,bubbling around me,Just didnt have the heart to post that happy,humorous stuff.
There were people running around cying for help some buried alive, screaming for there nearest and dearest ones chaos everywhere.

There was a girl child, on the screen, all bathed with dust, with eyes so vacant,and with frozen tears, clutching her doll so tightly, as if its her only refuge, trying 2 derive out some kind of warmth and solace from a lifeless doll..

A chill passed through my spine, i dont know how many of u get effected by such stuff,or is it me only who just get stuck,?wondering...how helpless we humans are, we build tall buildings, sky scrappers, reaching the heights of the skies, thinking we are now standing high, we r (GOD forbid)near GOD. And then in 1 blast, 1 catastrophy, 1 blow, we are back 2 earth, where we belong.just sm part of rubble,lifeless dust.
Was just wondering about the listlessness of all this, we plan for our future, we save for rainy days, we visualize a bright journey, we do our best to attain our goals and then what?
1 thud and every thing gone?Can we even predict, that we will b breathing our next breath or not?.

Some questions from all of u, May b u wise ppl out there can help me understand some harsh realities or some rose tainted bounties of life.
.Q1,WHATS THE PURPOSE OF US ON EARTH, IN THIS WORLD, WHY ARE WE HERE?

Q2,, PLANNING FOR FUTURE, SAVING FOR IT, IS IT A GOOD IDEA, WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHAT FUTURE HOLDS FOR US? U CAN’T LIVE IN YOUR PAST, BUT CAN WE CUT OUR PAST? FROM OUR LIVES?

. Q3,WHAT IS FAITH OR A RELIGION, WHY DO WE NEED A RELIGION 2 SUSTAIN US?

Q4? HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT AFTER DEATH? LIKE WHAT WILL HAPPEN AFTER DEATH? IS THERE ANOTHER LIFE OUT THERE? AFTER THIS?

Q5,WHAT CAN WE DO TO MAKE THIS LIFE A BETTER 1, AND THIS WORLD A BETTER PLACE?..

.Will come back to answer all these questions later, when I will be in a lil better state of mind, with my faith, and optimism restored. Right now they are just shattered.

Request to those who take my posts as a ball 2 play soccer and insult all, this is a v sensitive one and it will b so horrible if u HYENAS out there try to play any kind of insulting games, here on my blog, u ppl r jus not welcm.THIS TIME.

Was writing a poem here r some extracts........(though its total,mismatched,and vague kinda stuff,but just wanted 2 share it with my friends outa there.Mayb u ppl can derive some sense outta it.

.Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball,
I am a child, Not yet born,
My tears ready to fall,
Am stuck inside the walls,
My pain can’t be contained,
My horror can’t be proclaimed,
I have seen nothing,
But felt all.
Cuz .......
I am a child,
Not yet born,
Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.
The mute sufferings,
Or the choked shrieks,
The echoes of death,
Or the smoke of grief’s,
I want to reach those vacant eyes,
Erase there pain,
Wipe there tears,
Falling like rains.
BUT. I can’t
All in vain,
Cuz.
I am a child,
Not yet born,
Sitting, inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.
People out there,
Fight wars, Glorify death,
They make bombs,
They slaughter all,
And then make tombs.
They kill life,
To praise the death.
I didn’t see it,
But felt all.
Cuz ..
I am a child,
Not yet born.
Sitting inside the womb,
Curled like a ball.

1 day, I will come,
When it’s my turn 2 burn,
I wait for the clock 2tick For me to kick
, In the world,
Where monsters rule,
Where happiness is scarce.
And humanity is a farce.
One day my soul will perish,
In the fountains of life
1 day I will born,
from the ashes of turmoil,
Till then
I will wait.
And feel nothing.
Cuz......
No matter what
I’m still a child
Not yet born,
Sitting inside the womb
Curled like a ball....

RAINDROPS ON FEATHERS,SALSA WITH IMAGINATION,SIZZLER WITH ICE:))))

2005-09-28T13:23:00.000-07:00

I was writing a post supposedly
hilarious one,but than I got sick,and fever always bring out the somber stoic in me ,the 1 who is glum and abstract,and I somehow cant stop myself from drowning in to the abysmal of meaningless depression,I don't like this state,when real life looks like a reel life.People,noises,screams voices,scenarios,everything moves in slow motion,I see everything but somehow it doesn't registered thing is merged in 2 one.rediculing the sense and sensibilities expression,passion,motivation,justification,sensation and cognition everything jumbles up and result is I AM LOST IN MAZE,IN SILVER HAZE:0).
H ere are some extracts from these mood swings,where SANITY IS CLICHED AND SENSIBILITY IS BEWITCHED which even are incognito 2 me after getting out of the somber state.

1,DREAMS:--------
Dreams r but the manifestations of our unfulfilled desires
...Lucky r the eyes
who can dream and live life,
which we r NT blessed 2live
Soul is entangled,in the cobweb of agony
let the eyes dream the symphony .

2,SMOKING:--------
The enlightenment comes in a form of threat
enhanced by the fear,
encouraged by the painful existence,
satiated by the DEATH
ETERNAL NIRVANA is achieved.

LIPSTICK:-------------

colors hiding lot of secrets,,,
lots of mystery,,,
the black shadows under the eyes,
the luminous pain,
the grayness of the soul..
all hidden behind
the glossy exuberance of red lipstick..
only a woman can cognize the connection
..Its lethal
..Misty eyes and curvaceous lips
painted with red,
agony warped and hidden .

WORDS:----------

Words are what,
a way for an expression,
or some twisted passion,
words are only catharsis
let them flow .
don't Let the child die in the womb
unheard and unlistened:0)

HOPE:------------

By standing on the gates,
u are losing ur soul in waste,
soul mirrors NT locked
.Its u who is lost,
why u are carving death from life,
u are still alive,
and hope always survives.
amongst the shrieks of silence,
love always thrives.

SUNSHINE:------

Rays of sunshine,
casting a spell,
with just enough strength to cherish,
not to sap,
open your eyes
to the rapture of happiness
life is dancing,
a dance so beautiful,
its just the shadows
muckering paining in the head,
love,beauty,sunshine,
all are there 2 grasp,
let your self go
float with the intensity,
in the serenity which rhymes
and ecstasy which blinds.

I know they all were some abstract figments from my feverish brains..dnt worry will come back soon to play havoc with some funny post about my fellow bloggers soon:0)till than join the CONFUCIUS ...AND KILL THE MOSQUITOES WITH CANON BALLS.

WEDDING BAND ....OR RING OF GARLIC PODS

2005-09-16T19:18:00.000-07:00

Marriage is wonderful, it’s so great to find that one special person, whom you want to annoy for the rest of your life .
RITA RUDNER .
In my childhood I heard a word HORRIBLE. Used for the specie called husband.So my fanciful mind created an image of DRACULA. who always haunt the pretty damsel (wife),sink his fangs in her neck, sucks out all the life and then slips out of her grasp leaving her 2 die a slow death....(grr ok ok a pretty gory picture painted by me).
Than came teen age and I became a victim of rosy MILLS AND BOONstuff..and the image of DRACULA turned in 2 a KNIGHT IN THE SHINING ARMOR,a tall dark and handsome guy fighting for the golden damsel against all odds; rescuing the fragile 1 from all the dungeons and dragons,and then they lived happily ever after..A picture of FAIRYTOPIA where love always reigned and star always shined.
That stage also passed a curse of knowledge and maturity embarked on me, I realized that there’s no fairy godmother..Who sprinkles the golden dust of happiness from her tinker ball, nor there are any draculas lurking around.There is more 2 this instituton than wearing chiffon saris, and dancing around the trees under the thundering rains. Where u are so close to the other person that u can even count his breath(in some cases even get choked by them)yet so far away that u don’t even know what is running through his mind.
The institution of marriage always intrigued me like all other girls...and unfortunately I am at a stage where 1 is reminded of it every second of her existence...even while sleeping the presence of a future djinn lurks somewhere in the nightmares. When after every proposal mothers believe that this was the last, after that male specie going to b wiped out all 2gether from mother earth. If by any fluke of a luck u r a girl...and much 2 the disgust of the COFFEE PARTY AUNTIES(yeah the same specie... painted red lips and hawk like eyes...whose only purpose in life. is to poke their foundation oozing big noses in 2 others affairs).

IF U r still not married and as some curse u hav to go to a party u will face the toughest of the ordeals. Everywhere u will go. Your back will burn by the laser eyed stares, drilling holes in there..then there will b 2 kind of ladies there 1 the mothers of the PROSPECTIVE GUYS they will remind u of HYENAS,,,ALL SET TO KILL..they will judge u with hawk like stares..And with their noses up in the airs will feel as if u r some crawling insect from the lowest dumps of the earth......and then there will b mothers of suitable girls with pasted smiles and drooling eyes..Vying their best to get the attentions of those hawks and vixens....presenting there raggedy anns as sm lolitas......it looks like a scene from some MEDIEVAL DRAMA but trust me its not..its a true account of what happens now a days in parties.
I am not against the practice of arranged marriages; marriages with the consent of both the parties are the best way 2 tie the holy knot. Parents I believe...with there immense amount of insight , experience and love for there kids are good judges 2 guide the kids in making a good decision for there lives.
Nor im some FEMINIST chanting against male specie..But still the practice of GIRL WATCHING(no it’s not related 2 BIRD WATCHING) give creeps, im definitely not atrocious enough2 welcome all that mumbo-jumbo of people practicing the voodoo.
That day some people were coming 2 SEE my friend.(.yeah as v go to sabzi mandii 2 buy aaloo gobhi and bhindi..or circus 2 see the clown).I went there 2give her some MORAL SUPPORT..yeah trust me its necessary 2 endure that agonizing farce.Anyways she was all dressed up and looking really beautiful..Her mother asked her 2 bring the teatrolly....there in a room around 4 guests were sitting, 1 guy..Who was comfortably numb, larger then life aunty(sorry cuz she wasn’t coming in 2 my focus because of her form)a girl who was bz calculating the material value of the girl and her family..and an uncle bz ogling at the pastries.So started the debacle(interview).they grilled and drilled her from all angles, I felt as if she was some soccer ball being attacked from all places, and everybody was trying his/her best 2 kick. with all the might. and then for the penalty kick they asked her 2 SING.....yeah sing.....I wanted 2 hit the roof and crash it on there bug heads..goshhhh it was beyond my patience. They went away, after gobbling all the food, and enacting that b rated masala flick and send there answer after some days that sorry they didn’t like the girl cuz she isn’t fair enough...though the guy was reminding me of andheri raat kaa bujhta diya
..
For all of u guys whoever is reading this blog,its a simple request. there r so many ways 2 see a girl, if u r going for arranged marriage,u can see her in park or in mall or anywhere else and even if its necessary 2 see the girl in her house just for once imagine ur sister in those shoes, its humiliating and disgusting, and above all its so painful for the girl passing through the torture every second day. I really believe that there should be laws 2 ensure the protection of girl subjected to this horror of presenting herself as a chicken hanging in the slaughter house the way they ask her 2 stand up,sit down swirl around,and most disgusting is SING FOR US.I am not enacting any emotional melodrama here but next time when any of u guys go,in order 2 buy himself self a bride in this disgusting order,just stop for a moment 2 think that what must be passing through her mind,what pain and torture u are inflicting on her,and how her ego is being massacred by you and your family.Respect woman because she is not inferior to you but she is there to complete u.She is ur other half the better half .

..Husband and Wife must be souls like twin flames illuminating all about them. It is not a question of equality between them but of identity.. .

She is language; he is thought
She is prudence; he is law
He is reason; she is sense
She is duty; he is right
He is author; she is work
He is patience; she is peace
He is will; she is wish
He is pity; she is gift
He is song; she is note
She is fuel; he is fire
She is glory; he is sun
She is motion; he is wind
He is owner; she is wealth
He is battle; she is might
He is lamp; she is light
He is day; she is night
He is justice; she is pity
He is channel; she is river
She is beauty; he is strength
She is body; he is soul .
VISHNU BHAGAVATA.

Back From The Ashes

2005-08-28T08:53:00.000-07:00

Hi all,
First of all,thanx for all the concern.I am back now,good or bad thing i dont know first it was a forced hiatus,2 keep my sanity intact a short breather away from chatsville and blogsdom.
then my bro had an accident, thank GOD hes much better now though looking like some sea pirate directly emerged frm PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN with an ugly black scar marring his good looks(so called)and his legs in casts.
It was a v difficult time but i have learnt 1 thing from all this diificult phase i-e
life is 2 short and unpredictable no matter how much we plan for 2mmorrow we just cant write our own destiny.all our actions and there reactions are written up there .
OK OK im nt blabbering some emotional melodrama here simply sharing a thought anyways i am back 2 play havoc with the senses of people who hate my presence (see even the cats have 9 lives )and will restore the blog stardom with my blissful presence(00ps i can smell something burning;).
It feels good 2 b bak ,and rejuvinated as well thanx 2 all of u once again who missed me and cha cha to those who didnt(oops ppl gonna slash and trash me now with the accusation of basking in self glory)
uffoo atleast i am allowed for 2-3 days ,pamper me till then ,like we pamper the BAKRA before slaughtering it(winks):0)

I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!!!!

2005-07-05T02:53:00.000-07:00

LOVE......
I always find this word,and the emotion behind this word so intriguing,that just chanting this word ,can cast a strange kinda spell,a euphoria..i always try 2 define love in various ways i know its no rocket science 2 understand love but its charisma lies in its mystic appeal,it can b so sweet and simple as the innocence of the rosebud,just bloomed ,and showered with dewdrops,and it can b as rustic and hauntening as ancient ruins,,it can bloom the flowers and it can turn the rose garden 2morgue..a dream lined with silver mist and a road paved with stiffled cries..Love which can give so much of happiness at 1 time that people similarize it with an intoxication,a high beyond the expression of words,,on the other hand same people curse love as the rustic knife killing cutting shredding ones soul frm the deep within,at 1 time its silver crystal,shining with sparkle and at 1 time its a painful wound ,raw with pain oozing blood casting the agony beyond suffering..
I wanna know what love is:--
a way for an expression
effulgence in twisted passion..
it weaves a serenity which rhymes
or pain which blinds...
Its a vista craved with pains
agony transmitting through veins
harsh tears falling like rains
solace lost in restrains
wishes shrouded in haze
cravings lost in maze,,
a yearning for sunshine
in the moonless night,
agony,happiness,bliss
every thing at its height
all emotions entwined 2gether
in this phase..
Love is strange,
but stranger are its ways:)
Whats more meaningful and blissful,loving somebody or being loved by someone.
Not finding your love at all,or love going sour after passing through all the pains to find ones love.
Love needS close proximity 2 nurture,or distance makes the heart go wander or warmer..
To lose somebody whom u love,or not experience this emotion at all.
Can all of u people out there reading this define love for me?
i have so many definations for love ,all jumbled and confused,but being a thorough romantic at heart i think love is
when he or she calls your name and u skip a heart beat...
when his /her voice can soothe ur heart
when he can play NEED FOR SPEED(play station2) with u
when u can watch shah rukh khan movies with him(even david dhawan will do)
when even if u bang his new car he still bring flowers for u
when he reads ur blog even if he hates to read anything...in my case he needs to comment as well.
and when he/she chants all those words like baby,darling,honey...u dont feel like throwing him down from the 89th floor.
when he can think u look beautiful in the red dress,though u r puttingall elephants out there 2 shame..
when he can hold ur tears in his palm..
when u can wake him up in the middle of the night to have a walk..
when u want 2 ruffle his/her perfectly groomed hair w/t him/her throwing a fit(cuz i may likely 2 throw 1...if such offence to my hair happens) .
When he can boil maggi noodles fr u at 2am in the morning while u rest in peace
in my case when he can clean my room after i emerge frm there (as my mom beleives actual tsunami cms in our house..whn sebia leaves fr sm party:(((
when he doesnt sleep while u are discussing the love life of pooja and dooja.

YOUR TURN TO DEFINE LOVE NOW......

Sebias nerves according to ADORABLE(an enemy in the disguise of friend)

2005-06-29T16:27:00.000-07:00

Today a friend asked me a favour..he wanted to have some pun fun on my behalf,by trashing me grrrrrr with friend like him who needs enemy:(( but anyways though im hating every line of it but i found it really hilarious so posting it as per his wish...and always remember 1 thing deplorable,adorable REVENGE IS SWEET..i will crucify u infront of all ur nubile nymphets and lady loves...u wait and watch...fisting my hands for an attack..
ok here it goes
Sebias nerves according to Adorable(God knows by whom)
1. announces "main aa gayee" ( as if no1 can see)
2. brandishes her sword at every possible instance( how many times have i told her not to carry dat sword o cigarette paper around.. she looks kinna kinky wid dat in her hand)
3. advertisement of her blog {show me 1 IT-zen who doesnt know abt her blog ..u have no choice buddies u must visit sebias-shrine on a regular basis
4. commentomania (love it or not u must comment at her blog.. the comment must be long and thr have to be a word or two abt her skills)
5. her ofxrdo english ! "2brn2b""hai aur bhi sukhanwar duniya me kai achche .. kahte hai ke sebia ka hai andaz e bayaan aur"
6. the intermittent doses o urdu shayari ..."kah do meer o ghalib se wo sadi tumhari thee ye sadi "sebia" ki hai". have to admit tho that shes gud at it .. only if u are able to understand wot shes trying to convey (berty happy reading)
7. "I the people" attitude a proud narcissist !! {when she talks every1 has to listen..dunt u dare try talkin abt urself when with her}.
8. blogomania-read others blogs too {"its hilarious"- god knows whr .. "its funny" .. how}"wo kahte hai ke pado jaker .. koi batlaye ke padne ko hai kya"
9. meet john doe {u have to meet her friends .. no matter wot ..n trust her .. her friends are the "best"
10. kindred soul... dont u dare utter a word or flirt with her ...sistas ... dottys .. god knows .. da entire gal crowd o IT is her clan ..
A-DO.n Quixote!!
Well thot wud pen down a few "nerves" o da gurl whoz a bundle o energy... raw TNT ... cud explode anytime ... hope i am alive to see the light o dayafter yapping abt her .. .. god save the soul god save ado ...
AND NOBDY CAN SAVE HIM NOW.THE FURY IS UNLEASHED .....

I HAVE GOT ONLY 1 NERVE LEFT ,AND U ARE STEPPING ON IT:)

2005-06-26T18:05:00.000-07:00

There are certain habits of people which though may be un intentional by them but can cause havoc with other persons sanity, even if that sanity is cliched ...
1,NOSE PICKING:----
There should be a law, allowing 2 slap people doing this highly unintriguing activity...that day in a shopping mall 1 female was drilling her nose trying 2 find some gold in there ,and then dangg.....she found it, so she started examining her prescious FIND, with all the concentration she could muster, putting EINSTEIN 2 SHAME... and then she threw it away...for the other humble mortals to bless themselves, with the undeniable pleasure. and started questing for another diamond in there.and the concentration could put all the gold diggers to shame.The activity went on and on and onnnnnnnnnn....
2,CHEWING BUBBLE GUMS:-----
Another highly irritating job ,people chewing bubble gums, putting all the goats and cows to shame ..and talking in between 2 the other person oblivious of the effect they are causing with there sing swing jaw motion and slurp slurp noises....and if its nt enough they start making bubbles outta them .U are talking 2 smbdy, and with great difficulty u r concentrating on swing dwing jaw muscles and suddenly a BUBBLE (not of joy)bursts infront of ur face and thn tht person will roll his/her tongue and wrapp the bubble gum back (with all the salt,and perspiration..)back in the mouth....after all its there own mouth nobdy elses...
3,SPITTING:---
People reacts differently during the excitement phase...different ways to express...some of them when excited can even give u a shower(not of ganga jal) while talking 2 u..regardless of your already showered and perfumed state.
and worst is when they are eating PAANS uff even if u r blessing urself with this sinful pleasure ,no need to paint the town RED... and worst no need to spit red on the other person..spitting venom is better ...
4,STINK.O.MANIA:---
Some people just dont beleive in nirvana of fresh breath and beleive in anaesthecizing others with there toxic fumigated breaths...such persons when open there mouths i only wanna scream to GEORGE BUSH ...2 cm ...ur WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION are right hereeeeee......
5,TOXICATING THE WORLD:---
Some people have got all the answers for everything..so there answer to superpowers and there nuclear bombs lies in a chemical bomb,made and manufactured solely by there own hard work and devotion called FARTING AND BURPING...they can cause such catastrophies which can leave all the SHOCK AND AWE bombing far far behind.....after all its so true
The fire of 1 mans tummy,can burn the happiness of 100s with its wrath:)
6,FORCED FAMILIARITY:----.
People showering there love and expressions by hugs and cheeky kisses...damn so many times i tell people that HUGS GIMME BUGS......and people eating my breathing space should be blown away with the cannon balls...and specially when those people arent the beleivers of heaven of fragrance...using deodrant is a sin nt to b indulged in 4 thm...daily showers is a crime punishable with lashes fr thm......:((that day the lady in the parlour who was cutting my hair almost took me to the joy ride of stinking hell...and fumigated me with a not so blissful STINKKKKKKKKKKKK...
6,SOUND BLASTERS:-----
Your neighbours listening 2 sm atrocious rockband,at 2 am in the morning nuthing can b more agonizing then enduring MICHAEL JACKSON lullabying u 2 eternal bliss of sleepless havoc..with the sound level which can cause mayhem in the city of dead even...so u toss and turn and turn and decide to take the shelter of cotton candy but still no avail...u can actually feel the drummings inside ur head ...all u wanna do at tht time after twisting turning in ur bed fr eons is to plug those people to 440 watts socket until they r nicely shaken and stirred for causing all the electrifying insanity....
7,LAUGHING MADNESS:-----
No offence 2 any specific person and dont take it personally but its so true that laughter which can act as a soothing pill for some ailing hearts can also act as poison ivy for sm not so fragile ears as well..SM PEOPLE ARE BLESSED WITH A GIGGLE SO SHRILL,WHICH RESEMBLES A DENTIST DRILL,MY REQUEST 2 THM IS TO GET A CHILL PILL,AND WORK ON IT TILL,IT RESEMPLES A NIGHTINGALES PRILL...:)cuz it really matters for the other persons refind state of sanity...
8,DRIVING ME NUTS:----
Some people dance..sorry drive on erratic tunes while listening to mobile fone,thinking of doing a balancing or juggling act on rope or thinking they are performing some item no ,trying to match there latkas and jhatkas with some hotpot bollywood extra..going zigzag on the road,taking padestrian,poles,cars and everything sometimes and taken by themm most of the times...beleiving tht the earth is actually carpeted with roads for there sole amusement and rest of the species driving on it r just sm useless mosquitoes needs to b wiped out frm the earth...those ppl shuld b hanged on the tree and slapped by all whoever they rubbed wrong...and yeah there mobile fones shuld b hanged till death where they can ring till eternity...
9,BITCHING AND BACKBITING:---
I dont know why people indulge in 2 maliscious gossips and enjoy shredding others to thin spaghetties..o baba in the modern so bz world nobody is interested in what POOJA DID TO DOOJA and why HARRY MET SALLY ...im not even interested in why my neighbours hen eloped with the other neighbours dog, and what haircolour mohan use to dye his moustache..
so pls LIVE AND LET LIVE,DIE IF U WISH BUT DONT LIE TO MAKE THEM DIE...
in todays wrld nobdy appreciates BAGHAL MAIN CHUREE(KNIFE)MOON MAIN RAM RAAM.....
So folks these were one of few things which though comes last in the hiararchy of significant stuff in life...but these small things or gestures can play havoc with the refined sanity and patience of others....
and yeah they r strictly and solely my judgements ..if u develop any kinda stomach pain while digesting them..no need to cm back here and spit them out...use ur own garbage to do tht cuz....
I have only 1 nerve left ,and you are already spitting sorry stepping on IT:)

MUSINGS FROM A FEVERISH OXYMORON

2005-06-22T02:40:00.000-07:00

From past 1 week i am trying 2 finish a post ,but theres this fever of mine which keeps on coming back 2 me,guess its getting addicted of me cant stay away from me for more then a day.
It envokes 2 kinda reactions in me some times i am 2 hyper,just unstoppable screaming ,dancing w/t any rhyme and reason.a demon in me coaxes me to hop on a roller coaster ride of baseless yapping and blabber.and most hilarious stuff i dont know after the fit is over tht wht did i yanked about,my family members and friends tell me tht i screamed such uncognizable stuff..good fr me tht i dont remember hence cant feel the embaressment.
The other reaction is much 2 dangerous.it simply throws me in 2 a stoic silence,like a lull before a storm ,i can feel my soul sitting outside and infront,it has no reflection but it can cast shadows.a void,forlorn dark spell,i want to touch it feel it but it has no shape it just exists there and lost nowhere ,a shadow which weeps fr no reason ,a spirit which griefs for no pain.
I am in that mood now so i wanna write some urdu poetry
Qaid main hai meri rooh
kisii roazen ki khuwahish nahin
iss zindaan main hai bhutaknaa
kissi massehaa ki aas nahin,
iss junoon main hai sukoon
inhii wehshatoon main hai aarzoo
issi jusstajujoo main hoon tures rehi
kisi saayey ki ab talaash nahin,
sukoot-e-shab main dhoondhoo
subeh-e-kiran ki tujallian,
wairaan raahoon main ab
kissi hamnafas ki piyaas nahin,
meray hoontoon pay ruqsaan hain,
kuch lou daity say nouhay,
ek jag beetaa,shumma ko jaltay
ab kisi our mautem ki taab nahin.
meri rooh piyasi kehty hai kuch yaadasht purani
kuch khoon say kuch aanssoo say likhi thee ek derd kahani
kuch jugnoo, kuch mottii,kuch kuch titli kuch paani
sub kuch to kho bhaitay,ab kahan ki moojoon ki rawani...
abhi kuch teer baaqi hai sayaad kay turkish main
tulatum beet chuka phir bhi samander main abhi baaqi hay tughiani....

will understand later tht wht have i written whn out of this mood ..i hope u ppl had enough patience to read through the gibberish of a feverish oxymoron....
after getting back 2 normality will finish the humorous post im wrking on....

VEIL OF FROZEN SHADOWS

2005-06-13T02:54:00.000-07:00

I look in the mirror , i see a reflection there,
staring in2 mah eyes
a hollow reflection,hauntening serenity
or a blissful nightmare....
i close mah eyes,and bask in the dreams,
all unclaimed,weaving the shadows so blazed
i try 2 touch my pain
but find no scars r there....
i see my coffin,my tattered body in white
my soul so shattered yet so divine
holding in 2 her womb
the grief and happiness entwined...
i lie i cheat ,i swear
for the pain ,i pray no 1 should bear
that was the first fret of my guitar
pain which is the essence
twisting,churning,screaming
but still i find it dear.......

ANGER..THE ORIGINAL SIN..WHICH BECAME A CURSE FOR MANKIND

2005-06-12T00:21:00.000-07:00

Dev:---anitaa...sign on these papers..im getting late.
Anita:---no dev..i wont, this is the last piece of property left .and this is for my
daughters future..i cant put that on stake...just for the whims and greed
OF your parents..(screams anita)
Dev:----u better sign anitaa....or get ready 2 bear the consequences......and dont u dare say anything about my parents...u ugly bitch...belonging 2 filthy people..
anita:---(slaps dev)i will never sign these paper ...i hate u ..u good for nuthing man(lots of abuses followed........

dang.....bang...a gun shot..a loud noise...a bullet passed through anitas heart...

papa u cant do this.....(a lil girl started fighting him screaming loudly...

dang ....bang...another gun shot...a small gust of blood....and the bullet pass through the innocent child....

dev:__ oh godddd...what the hell have i done....screams..
dang...bang...another shot followed
..another life gone..this time the life of the man who burnt his own happiness by his anger..death rang its horrid symphony and took away 3 lives...in the ashes ,burnt all the unfullfilled desires and unproclaimed dreams..... that was the actual incident which took place some time ago here and which still haunts me after all those years.

ANGER THE ORIGINAL SIN....WHICH..TURNED IN 2 A CURSE ..
ANGER as defined by Thomas acquins:--
Name of a passion,a passion of a sensetive appetite,is good in so far
as it is regulated by reason,whereas it is evil ,if it sets the order of reason aside.
Anger an amalgam of suppressed emotions,if channelized properly it can become a driving force.but if it passes the realms of reason it can become a destruction unlimited..
Great attrocicities..attributed 2 crazed men HITLER ,STALIN all the terrorists are the outcome of this emotion...even ordinary men can become evil enough 2 bulldoze others..thousands of germans gathered together and executed millions of jews just 2 satiate this demon called ANGER..
Whats happening in palestine and iraq is all this respressive anger creating havoc and reducing the mankind to the last pathoes of degradation.

On the contrary jews used this anger as there driving force a motivational spark...when they were literally wiped out from the world map..they bounced back like the phoenix that rose from the ashes.
In STAR WARS PART 3 there was a message which hit me pretty badly
all the while ANIKEN..SKY WALKER was so scared to lose his lady love,so much so that he was having visions abt losing her 2 death.... he turned to dark side and became DARTH VADER just to protect her from clutches of death..and in the end .....killed her himself cuz of this very emotion which had became a curse by then...what a poetic justice....thats the way the story weaves.
We all need catharesis..if we keep on suppressing our emotions and needs they become bottled up and like a volcano when they erupt ,they do, then hell hath no fury than the uncorked bottle of fury ;)...those of us who can elevate themselves to the heights of restrain and manages to channelize their anger as a constructive force are real heroes that is real jehad a war against ones own demons and anger ,ones own self not to fall victim of this curse...which is nurturing deep inside all of us..
"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned."

HUNK QUEST

2005-06-03T22:25:00.000-07:00

Like all girls i have a secret corner for mills and boon romances ,that one day i will meet the prince charming and then the earth will move ,and the stars will dance ,in an orchestrated melody, tht is not just an hackneyed line but the basic truth of every females existance.
Finding the prince charming is much more difficult then finding the weapons of mass destruction in IRAQ ,and my cause is much more worthy and difficult then that of GEORGE BUSH.
Let me first describe my hero in sheer filmi shtyle so tht u ppl reading there atleast have sm fair idea abt the HOLY CAUSE.

1, he should be tall--thts a must--so that i dont have to go breaking my bones whenever i need smthing from the topdrawer or sm forbidden fruits frm the neighbours tree.

2,Looks shuld b in sync with arjun rampall atleast cuz i dont think PIERSEBROSNON can b reincarnated(though if he decides to cm i will happily throw my humble throne to dust) .

The list is endless and im not gonna indulge in to wht i want and why i want.ANY ways sm time back ,blessed with teenage madness, me and my cousin, who is usually the accomplice in my every crime ,decided ,to find the hunks fr ourselves .wht followed was the most hilarious series of events ,which can put bridget jones diary to shameful heap.
AND then like a true blessing a book landed on our lap from the skies above called

LOVE POTIONS AND SPELLS---POTIONS TO HELP U FIND UR MAN .

bingo--
that book look liked sm holy book at tht point and time, an answer for our all unsaid prayers.So v opened the book with all the devotion v could muster ,

lit the fire ,throw rosemarry ,jasmine,and poppy seed
along with the mans lock of hair then say the prayers

OH DEAR FIRE
HELP US TO QUENCH OUR DESIRE
WE NEED A MAN OF OUR RESPECTIVE DREAMS
TO MAKE OUR LIFES A BEAUTIFUL STREAM
O HOLY FIRE HELP ME .

1 look at this rediculous stuff and i chickened out .
no sebia u cant go back ....
an exasperated serene moaned .

yes i can ---what a suspecious looking stuff ==i grumbled ...

cmon RANJHA gave the flesh of his thigh when he culdnt catch fish for HEER 2 eat, atleast v can mumble sm potions to get the HUNK of our dreams.
and then she made the most innocent face with the famous look
U LOVE ME NA
and heck i couldnt resist the emotional blackmailing
so armed with that book we started the HOLY WAR.
Now the most difficult thing, wht the heck ,from where can v get jasmine,poppy seeds and rosemary herb this is just not possible .

sebia u r trying to unconsciously discourage us?
no serene im consciously trying 2 discourage us.
anyways v ended up putting oregano-sm fenugreek seeds and garlic powder
sat in the lawn, wearing moms best KANJIWERM SAREES
and then v started mumblong the mantras

oh holy fire:help us find the prince of our dreams-guide him directly 2 land on our patio directly from the skies above like (sm alien UFO).

with all the devotion we could muster we were chanting those ASHLOKES .

ahem ahem--excuseme(sm noises--sm thing ruffled there)
Can u hear smthing?...(an excited serene nudged me)
NO i cant im bz devoting my soul to HOLY CAUSE.
OPEN ur eyes seb i think destiny have answered our prayers :::
Iopened my eyes slowly---
yes there were 2 things standing in the patio---i tried to focus more---OH MY GOD they looked like guys -- and they were 2 in number (i culdnt beleive our luck---- so i tried 2 focus more and then realized tht
there WERE not swords in there hands.... the KNIGHTS.... were holding
infact ....
they were holding
BROOMS .............................can u beleive it
excuseme madam !::
v r here to clean the water tanks and gutters by muncipal committee..........
thud thud dhum ----------------------------
all the dream castle crashed .

Few days passed serene came back holding the CURSED BOOK .
NOTagain plsssss have mercy on my soul--i moaned
SEB i have got a fool proof plan this time it cant go bad ....
nooo
noo
noo
pls .....
pls
pls
after this rhetoric as usual i said ok princess do as u wish
let us fry our brains in ur HOLY FIRE.
NO SEB this time its v simple
v just need to put the oil mixed with all the potions on our heads
and then put the special flowers
and sing ..................
we tried to find JASMINE OIL but couldnt so decided to put SARSON(man it ws stinky)couldnt find all the exotic flowers so put sm roses and stuff(though she was insisting in wearing us sm ICEBURG LETTUCE cuz the name ws v exotic matching the flowers described there .and then v chanted again.

Fr the sake of all this
from wht v r going through
when v open our eyes
we find the love so true
standing right there in our patio.

chant chant v were chanting with all the expression .
tring tring ............
whts this ?
i think the bell is ringing
SEB pls open THE DOOR i think our prayers r answered .........
GRRR serene isnt it toooooo soon ..............
IM nt in a condition 2 meet the GUNGU TAILII even ...how can i meet the prince charming?.........
SEB do tht pls ..................
anyways i went to open the door
looking like SUNFLOWER gumla(Pot )with dripping sunflower oil and there on the door was my worst nightmare ....
..............MOST GOOD LOOKING HUNK i have ever cm across was standing ..
It ws v amusing for me tht i was starring in 2 nightmares at 1 time MINE AND !!!!!!!!!!!!!HIS ..........
both of us needed shock treatment
ME ---fr finding the most good looking person ever incarnated and delivered right infront of my door steps.

HIM ---for seeing such a creature---directly popped down frm amazon--looking like over grown FLOWER GARDEN.

Nuthing could b worse to creep in 2 prick the bubble of my exciting drama
AHEM ahem !!!!!!!!!!!!
i gt out of my trance and to my dismay i lost my speaking powers
i tried to spk
nuthing came out except fr sm muffled voices
EXCUSEME --(the most husky voice)(i ever heard) !!!!!!!!!!!

GRR r brrr aan (sm un identified sounds came out of my throat). ......
totally bugged by me
he lost his cool...
CAN I SEE ANY SANE PERSON AROUND?!!!!!!!!
popped serene frm behind--and THANKGOD she ws still blessed with her speaking powers and SANITY as well
WELL nobdy at home if u want to see bhai he will cm back laters----said serene in most honeyed voice!!!!!!!!!!!
AND HE LEFT SHAKING HIS HEAD

.........v found 1 hunk after all the toll and he just left like tht......................

THE QUEST IS STILL ON AFTER ALL THESE YEARS.

.Some other time i will take u guys for the joyride ,on the quest ,the series of other incidents.

Though when meturity embarked upon us we realized that theres no MR PERFECT or nobdy descends from the skies just like that.

TO BE CONTINUED.........................

TWISTING IDENTITIES,,.(what if i wasnt born as SEBIA)

2005-06-03T03:02:00.000-07:00

That day in order 2 amuse myself,i was punctuating my thoughts ,with some silly stuff...i-e. .
What if i was born as :-------
Enjoy some mindless ,nonsense yappings by me:))

1,What if i was born as KADOO(GOURD)?
Ans...Then i would have flirted with BHINDI shamelessly ,and aunty FOOL GOBHI would have committed suicide out of sheer jealousy:)...

2,What if i was a mango?
Ans...Then mom would have plucked me....and ...grrrr..zrrrrr... squeezed a MANGO MILK SHAKE out of me...

3,What if i was a MICROWAVE OVEN?
ANS..Would have never allowed SEBIA to warm those sinful,bursting with calories good fr nuthing CINNABONS...

4,What if i was a MIRROR on SEBIAS WALL?
Ans...Would have shattered long ago...after listening 2 the same q 100 times every day
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
WHO IS THE PRETTIEST OF ALL?

5,What if i was a cupid?
Ans...Would have made GEORGE BUSH and BIN laden fall for each other long ago
...(A GAY union to spread some gay RE UNION.

6.What if i was GEORGE BUSH?
Ans..Would have gone 2 PLANET OF THE APES...for the lost kinship...

7,What if i was a LICE?
Ans..Would have played havoc in Saddam hussains, good for nuthing brains.....

8,What if i was SEBIAS mother??
ans..Would have stop beleiving that MALE SPECIE gonna extinct from mother earth...and stop pesturing her to marry the first thing called MALE coming her way..

9,What if i ws a FERRARI :?
ans...Would have chucked SCHUMMI out for his bad performance...and romanced ALONSOO...:)))

10,What if i was a chat administrator:?
ANS..Would have never allowed anybody 2 chat w/t commenting on my blog:))

11.,What if i was HOCUS POCUS?
Would have lost all my focus..
(after seeing IT beauties).

12,What if i was an ITCHA DHAARI NAAGEN(Snake who can change face after 100 yrs)?
Ans...Would have acted in all PIERCE BROSNON movies...and danced NAAGEN NAAGEN ...THERE:))..

10,What if i was a tear?
Would have rolled down ,taking all the misery along..kissing the melancholy off from every bodys life.

HUNK OF THE FORTNIGHT OF IT

2005-05-28T13:37:00.000-07:00

PAPARAZZI REPORTING:

TWO days back,in order to combat the sheer prevailance of insane vindictivity and boredom,which are now a days flavouring INDIATIMES.CHAT
a contest was held ,to find the
HUNK OF THE FORTNIGHT:))

MADAM CHEEKU-MILKSHAKE kindly agreed 2 act as judge ,jury and even jallad for the contest.She is a fine lady and miss Sebia's accomplice in various kinda offences or crimes.The first day they met on IT they managed to slaughter MR.CREEPINGKING in to tiny cahoots.

Miss Sebia was the chief organizer of the contest.I dont think she needs any introduction.she is an enigma in her own self.

MISS Mesmerizing -eyes was the cake and the stake of the contest.

The rules were simple.yet the stakes were high.
The winner was to be crowned.

Hunk of the fortnight....

and for 14 days all the girls of IT were to shower him with all kinda attention...(what else a red blooded male frog..sorry.mortal can dream of in this virtual world.)
So with great devotion and fervor they started the CONTEST after the formal speeches. They started the mantras and shlokas ...stating that whoever will enter the room exactly after the last shlok will qualify for the peagent...
so they started chanting

~~oo00 holy fires,help us 2 quench the desire
let the hunk of the dream
falls frm the sky above
2 make our virtuality
a beautiful stream.~~

After a lot of futile tries and cries,and lots of attempted cheating by MR MARK and his passion for crime,and lots of witless taunts from MR mean- GUY some body finally entered the room

It was MR PRANAV -1982 whose basic mantra of existance is ,not 2 leave any stone unturned in the art of flirtation so he was immediately grabbed and hurled towards the stage.now the onus was on him to prove his worth.
4 simple questions .And if he scores above 20 he was to be crowned and he gets to select a queen,which he promptly selected as MISS MESMERIZING EYES so much was he mesmerized.that with great difficulty we had to drag the drowned hunk out of his dreamy reveire.

Miss mesmerizing eyes asked the first ques:--------
who is your favourite girl on IT and why ...give 3 reasons?
sebia
(so he was politely informed...taking other girls names can be a road to crucification by the EXPECTED QUEEN to be)
give 3 reasons for ur choice?
1,she is clean
2,she is mean
3,she walks around with a sword of damocles in her hand...ready to strike....so hence forth enough entertainment for all ITZENS:

2nd ques was asked by smbdy else:--

who is the most boring girl on IT?
sebia.....:0)
reasons ;;;;;
1,she is clean
2,she is mean
3,she walks around with a sword in hand slashing every attempts of flirtation.....
(for which he received lots of glares frm miss SEBIA)
Our JUDGE AND JALLAD OF THE DAY miss CHEEKU-wasn't getting much impressed by his answers so he was told promptly to change his style or otherwise we might have to kick him out,but as MR PRANAV calls miss cheeku as DII, with all the politeness ,miss cheeku was lil biased towards him,so he got scot free.
3rd,ques was asked by miss sebia
if u are to judge between ur girll friend and ur car whom would u select and why?

ans,i will select my grl

1,Cuz she doesnt need petrol,.just sm love lines,and for that i dont need to spend alot of money.(how kunjoos)

2,she can blabber on and on and on,and i can sleep while she is still yappping(now i know ...why my bro always sleep while i talk .

3,last but not the least...if i menage to zonk her,or im bored,i can always get a new one without spending a fortune(for this specific reason all the girls present there wanted to slaughter him)

last ques was asked by MISS CHEEKU--THE JALLAD AND JUDGE and it was the most important question the whole decision depened on how he answered that.The air of the room was palpating with excitement
and the thrill to see is he going 2 make it or not

4rt,ques was

If u are to select between your mom and your girl whom would u select and why?

ans.....my girl
why

cuz
1,i can take care of my mom and i want smbody to take care of me in my old age.
2,if i make her happy she will make me and my mom happy in return.

3,she cms with dowry.

Every body was looking at MISS CHEEKU-MILKSHAKE for her axe to fall with baited breath.
and
BINGOOOOOOO!;;;;;

HE WON THE CROWN.........

immediately he was taken to the thrown and amidst all fanfair he was crowned
HUNK OF THE FORTNIGHT OF IT.

He immediately ran to claim the hand of his cheese cake tht was at stake ,aka
MISS MESMERIZING EYES,which was granted to him.For 15 days,he was allowed to flirt with her on IT.After that she can kick him for all the indecent and cheesy behaviour.

Before wasting a single moment he asked for her yahoo id.which was politely declined.(good move girl)

Then he smooched the queen for the sake of PAPPARAZI.
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THE MOMENT WAS FROZEN IN THE HISTORY OF IT.but the smooch jolted the walls of IT, and all the fans of MISS MESMERIZING EYESstarted pouring in 2 yaar dost international room screaming abt the cruelty of fate and destiny.
with great difficulty the organizers managed to prevail some peace there.
and for 14 days MR PRANAV KUMAR AND MISS MESMERIZING EYES will be hounded by papparazii.all their moves and conversations will be recorded for the entertainment of all ITZENS:))

AND all girls r requested 2 shower MR PRANAV KUMAR with all the attention.let him bask in his 12 minutes of fame errr 14 days of fame i mean

~~~~ THE END~~~

So here was the telecast by MISS SEBIA. the papparazii,chief reporter...

AND for all of u who missed the contest and wanna take part in it pls send ur resumes as soon as possible to miss Sebia(shh bribes are allowed).cuz after 10 days they will hold another contest any time any where surprise and excitement is the name of the game.

SHOCK INTENSIFIED...FROZEN REALITY

2005-05-21T22:42:00.000-07:00

There are times ,when u see things ,and then u cant connect to them ,things happen infront of u ,but cant be registered in ur mind, or in other words your mind refuses to register them, because of the shock value attatched to that particular happening.

scene!!!!!:

Some days back we went for a dinner,a nice and cozy resturant on the beach side, with huge glass windows ,very beautiful scene outside, the height of tranquility and serenity.Then i look out from the other window it was opening on the highway.So much traffic so much crowd ,it seems everybody was running for something ,or from something.
Just sitting there i was looking at the stark difference between 2 sides of the scenary ,1 side weaving a sense of serenity and tranquility ,and other a sense of rush,urgency and chaos ,everybody was running 2 reach at there designated spot.

THUDDD..BANG..DUSHHHHHHH....and then so many horns and screams..................
A car at the speed of 120 ,just banged in the pole,
its an every hour happening ...... but somehow i was witnessing it for the first time,live,from so much of close proximity.
,... ...So holding my breath .. prayed for the life of the motorist
Dear GOD help him pls....keep him safe ...bless him...........
He came out ... all intact without a scratch...walking on his own 2 feet .....
OH GOD!!!!!!! THANX ALOT!!! i heaved a sigh of relief and mustered my prayers .
Then he was rubbing his chest... ...he must have banged his chest to the steering wheel...poor guy!!!! i thought
And then suddenly ..............,he was on the road ..........lying there, on the hard ground.....and his body was jerking violently.............shaking so badly.
After that......... i witnessed a sudden silence ...his body got still...no movement ...nuthing ,lying there just like a vegetable.
The scene was paused ...everything stood standstill ,may be it was for a fraction of second ,but world ceased 2 function ........................for that particular instant.
Death with its ugly claws ,snatched another life ,took away the longing to live,the wish 2 reach the destined place the passion for existance.
The man who smhow menaged to bypass the accident,scratch free.....................................died because of the heart attack .....!!!!!!!
Because his breaths were numbered how could he breathe another breath ...
I was stunned,shocked 2 see the least my brain couldnt register ,that how can somebdy who was so alive ,and talking, can just b reduced in 2 the heap of mass and bones ,without the spark of reality ,in just 1 moment.
How strong and resourceful we think of ourselves ,but we just cant fight destiny and fate no matter how far on the ladder of success and knowledge ,human beings can climb ...we still cant and can never master the death and destiny, it will strike whnever and wherever it wants to
We are,but the puppets and pawns in the game of chess.................thats our reality.

DRIVE ME NUTS

2005-05-15T23:18:00.000-07:00

A=accelrator
B=brake
c=clutch
Those were the first letters,i learnt in my childhood.Coming from the family of car freaks ,where CARS are considered 2 be more human then the shallow mortals, and where MICHAEL SCHUMACCHER is displayed with the likes of all holy saints (if my mom is allowed she would definately like to indulge in 2 AARTY CEREMONY for him every day) ,these were the basic mantras of existance.
I dont know who is more impressed by whom, my father with his BALLILAAS or AMITABH with his BASANTY but def inately there is an attraction strong enough to rock any volcano, pulpating between papa and his FIRST love.He pampers his cars more thn he ever pampered his wife.
SO blessed with such environmental passion for driving and cars i couldnt wait to put my hands on wheels, and experience the rush of adrenaline. U guys just cant imagine how i craved for the moment...
Anyways 1 day i approached my bro and in the most honeyed voice i ever could muster i called him
bhai.....(he didnt realize it was him im calling cuz of sudden rush of love and sweetness in my voice)
my sweetest bro....(i mumbled again ..2 no avail)
grrrrrrrrrr ammirrrrrrrrrr......(i shrieked, this time he looked up frm the HOLY BOOK ABT CRICKET)
ARE you talking to me seb?
yes ..obviously i dont remember mom giving birth 2 ur twin and giving him the same name as yours.
tell me that earth is shattering ...or saddam hussain is back for his pound of flesh or sharukh is selling QULFI outside our house? whts the reason of soo much sweetness in your voice?
i wanna learn how 2 drive.....(i unraveled the suspense)
u want what?
driving
what?
d--r---i--v--i---n--g
yeah u drive me nuts..... all the time what do u wanna learn now?(he chuckled)
grrrrrrrrrrrrrr .....................
( ANYWAYS with all the threats and promises dangling on his head, acceptance was the better part of valour .and he then said
ET TU SHYLOCK!...DOST THOU TOO WANT THY POUND OF FLESH!........................THEN THOU WILL GET IT!!!!!!1.
next morning i was awake before the saath waloon kaa murghaa and was hovering on his head at 5 am in the morning.
its time bro wake up !
time for what?my time 2 have a meeting with GOD oh know cant be?
no time 4 sm driving lessons
after a lot of sycophancy and threatening i menaged to drag 1 sleepyhead to the car.
I sat on the driving seat, and could feel the rush of excitement,adrenaline shooting 2wards my head.I could imagine that, why this male specie is so possessive abt there cars and why they think that there cars r there prized possession.and how difficult it is for them to exchange there throne with us girls .
Anyways
A =ACCELRATOR
B=BRAKE
i remembered the holy mantras and while chanting these ishlokes i started the engine 1 nasty growl and it ws dead and 1 deadly look by my bro and i was ALMOST dead. I started again and after 4th try he(engine) finally had mercy on my poor soul so it started ...
WHAT NOW?
put the car in gear D and push the accelrator slowly........(it ws automatic transmission).
i swear i did that but nuthing happened after lots of fitful tries and murdering glares finally the car lurched ffwd
BINGOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
In my excitement i hit the accelrator soo hard and like a rocket it defied the gravity of earth and we went up sorry went ahead and out of nowhere, i promise it wsant there before in my past 18 years of existance a TREE popped up
BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..HIT ON BRAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE U FOOL
i tried to find brake, but to my dismay i couldnt find anything hard underneath my feet so tried to find tht thing called break and in this confusion i hit the A fr accelrator so hard
thud....screachhhh bhommmm ...bahhhhhh,thuuuuuuuuuddddddddd
these were the voices i heard the result of the collision A CLASH OF TITANS between the car and the stupid tree.
my head was exploding trying to find smthing heroic and courageous to muster but couldnt find anything like that so i cried.....
goshhhhhh ...the tree menaged to hit us ...we r being hit......(i started screaming and as usual lost control on my grammer)
no the tree didnt hit us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! damn u !!!!!!!!!!!!u are the 1 who banged in to the tree ...what the hell u think u were driving some STAR WAR SHIP ???????????????(wrds were coming out in puffed breaths from his mouth).
i started crying with more emotion and devotion somebody came and asked him
what happened and why are you scolding the poor kid what did she do ?
nuthing...... she didnt do anything !!!!!!!!!the tree ran towards us.......... and banged itself in to our car ...and i happen 2 b the CARETAKER OF NATURE ....so was just mourning for the martyr(in a crisis like that his wits turned razor sharp...i couldnt help enjoying).
anyways now the biggest issue at that moment was how to avoid the cops cuz its a serious offence to learn driving without the LEARNERS LISCENCE so my dear brother literally had to bow down to ppl gathered around us to keep there mouths shut .and thn we came back home after the debacle.:(((((((
Needless to tell u guys that what happened afterwards ........shhhhhhhhhhhh ....all of u girls can imagine how mean brothers can get .......
After a year of this nightmare i finally enrolled my self in 2 the driving school and had my liscence(thats another horror story which i will narrate sm other time)and now i drive with all the devotion and passion.And each time i hold the steeringwheel in my hands i feel the same kind of excitement and thrill rushing through my veins .

SO THAT WAS HOW THE COOKIE CRUMBLED.......

DATE-BAIT

2005-04-28T01:56:00.000-07:00

WHAT Are the things,u seek in a person, when you ask him or her for a date?

Name 3 of them.

IF u are allowed to take one person of your choice from INDIATIMES CHAT who that person would be and why?

Give 3 reasons?

HOLLOW EYES(things i couldnt answer)

2005-04-24T23:14:00.000-07:00

There are times when even if you want, so desperately, you still can't look in the eyes of the other person,....... and answer, what those eyes are seeking.

SCENE 1:---
Orphanage lawn...... some parents are are here to buy a kid to quench there desire for parenthood. yes BUY as if these kids are some vegetables auctioning in vegetable market -- those displayed properly and vibrantly will automatically gain attention.
hii anil:--
what are you doing here?
why don't you go and play with other kids?
they are enjoying themselves and having a ball. Plus some parents are also there, you never know one of them might take you out of here zoom zoom------- to the other land.
well....
can't you see...... i am dark and ugly :!!!! and people BUY only cute and beautiful kids to give them happiness.
FOR once I couldn't look back in his eyes which were burning with silent suffering and intense pain.

scene 2:-----
Some college students were here in the orphanage..... They brought balloons, candies and clowns for the little kids, showering them with love and presents. After that they left, promising the kids that they will visit them every day without realizing that how these kids will yearn for them, and how these false promises can play havoc in those kids' lives.
madam....?
yes fatimaa...?
when will they come back to visit us? (she asked this question for the 10th time)
well fatima they are busy people, with their studies and life, they will come again when they have time.
why is that, those who leave never come back, and miss those who wait for them?
And I couldn't answer this qustion as well. It is so true that in life when we move on we have little inclination to look back or visit those who are left behind.

THE HEALING RAPTURE OF SUNSHINE

2005-03-20T15:57:00.000-08:00

THE RAPTURE OF SUNSHINE
Today i opened my eyes with gentle sunshine on my face.the rays of the sun were casting a spell ---dancing on my cheeks-----creating a beautiful symphony. such sunshine which denoted a happiness so ethereal, so pure,it had just enough strength 2 cherish ;not to sap.i opened my eyes and felt the rapture of smthing so soothing, so miraculous passing through my veins, making me alive suddenly ;so alive my whole world was bathing in those beautiful expanses of that spectrum.every colour which was coming out of that light was denoting smthing............ emotions,feelings, incidents........... my whole life was dancing infront of me and yet there was no ugliness,no despair,no melancholy,no gloom.death wasnt there with its ugly black colour.Gloom was also not there 2 paint my soul the shades of greyI was lying there ,just like that, feeling the rays which were curing me,erasing all the ugly scars removing the chains which had been shackling my soul for soo much time ,all those things which i always tried 2 run away from;always tried 2 find an escape instead of facing them right awaywere deleting, all this time i had this suffocated sense of nuthingness;an emptiness which transited its self through my veins all of it were being erased frm my life .Those ugly wounds and scars all basked in the healing sunshine were fading away finally a relaease ws on its way.I ws born again the reincarnation of different sebia a different soul with different selfactualization i know now tht happiness is nt the gratification of the material needs nor it lies in physical presence of objects and ppl, its the state whn u are at harmony with your self then when u accept finally instead of running away, it is an avoidance to the escapism.it is when u elevate urself from the shores of uncertainity and enters in the pathoes of reality but with complacent heart.AND FINALLY I AM FREE, im born im reincarnated and im CURED.

AS PROMISED

2005-03-11T11:09:00.000-08:00

hi all,
as i promised 2 make a blog fr all of u where everybody can post whtever they want toi have fullfilled my promise here is the frst official blogsite of INDIATIMES CHATTERS.
http://itgrapevine.blogspot.com
so all of u guys now can use it s an avenue to channelize ur thoughts only 1 request though but its up 2 u guys 2 accept it or nt
pls make tht a fun place where every body can go and enjoy like the comments in the begining u ppl did on my blog try nt to make it a place to spit venom.Make it a place where sun shines and fregruence of love and peace prevails.where all of us go to crack a smile .

ENOUGH NOW

2005-03-10T11:59:00.000-08:00

ALL of u commentors ,
hii.

I have got nuthing against u guys and i never became a part of any controversy or animosity ever since i have joined IT ,nor i ever tried to abuse or backbite abt anybody ,cuz i cm here fr good times and i dont beleive in having my enjoyment on behalf of others.Whoever u guys r shuld admit it .WHN you ppl started commenting on my blog it ws fun and all of us enjoyed the musings, sm comments were really funny and cracked us all up so i allowed it cuz i beleived tht u guys r just having lil fun w/t the thought of harming others.I enjoyed the pranks had a good laugh and though everybdy told me to stop it i didnt.
But now all this thing turning really ugly whoever wants to say anything abt anyother person cms here and blabber ,u guys must b observing me frm past 11 months ,have i ever abused anybody?or behaved rudely?thn how can i allow my blog 2 act the part,listen guys everything whn stretched too much breaks, nothing is endlessly elastic,and now u guys r using my own blog 2 cuss abt my friends these were the ppl who were there fr me in my adversity always, i know u ppl have sm issues and enjoying the pranks as a way of getting bak at thm ,but why slashing me in between.
vance ,footy ,keshi,ashes ,icy ,anna all these ppl were always there fr me they were beside me whn i was on my lowest so how culd i let thm down by becoming a part of abusing compaign.
A blog is like the the extension of ones thoughts and mind ,so allowing all of u 2 cuss thm and make fun of thm will look like as im the one instigating all this.
and now because of all this the ppl i actually want ,2 comment ,they dont even read my blog .
ISNT IT UNFAIR ?
and in a v nice manner i ask u guys 2 stop it pls.
i will b really grateful 2 all.
and on my bday i ws v happy tht whn i will open my blog i will receive good wishes and prayers prayers which i really need in life.
and wht i gt was a cussing machine churning against my own frnds
just count the wishes messages and the other 1.It ws really ugly.
thnx fr ruining my day.
If u guys want i can make a blog fr whole IT-ZENS where everybdy can go and post whtever they want to tht will b more fun i promise thn using my blog as an hoarding against ppl who r actually being nice 2 me.
and i promise i will advertise tht blog here.
I hope u guys have understood my point .
thnx.

BIRTHDAY BELLS FR ME

2005-03-07T12:59:00.000-08:00

On 11th of march its my birthday though again many of u will accuse me of being shallow and childish and whatsoever but i love to celebrate my birthday, i love receiving cards ,and i love being wished by all.I love 2 feel the warmth of friendship and expression of care from ppl around me (and frtunately i have a blog who lately has turned in to an advertising board)(so pls guys fr sm days leave section 498 and sm other trashing stuff)
wish me luck,joy,happiness and al the good wishes cuz i really need thm.and if u ppl dont feel like doing it pls dont bother 2 ruin my day by saying anything remotely bugging and no jokes on me .
ON the night between 10th and 11th we will have a party again a virtual cake and everybdy is invited even gatecrashers only 1 thing DECENCY IS THE CODE.and no bitterness.

LITTLE FISHIE

2005-03-01T10:13:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time there used 2 live a lil fishie in the sea, she

had a house, a v beautiful one so many siblings and a life so calm and

tranquil.She didnt know the meanings of pain, destiny ,despair, gloom, in her

cocoon of blissfull happiness she used 2 live, breath the tranquil serenity of

happiness around her.BUT lil did she knew tht every bubble has to burst 1

day ,after every day a night cms and with every happiness sorrow lurks at

the back ground.
1 day whn she came bak home after playing and hopping

around she saw---a disaster so acute --she felt a pain which pierced her

whole body -----a sight which would torment her whole being for the days 2

cm ---a vision which will haunt her fr the rest of her life----her mother ws

lying there drenched in blood all wounded and scarred trying 2 cover the

sibling who ws no more who already crossed the bridge from this existance 2

another.disaster finally struck.bubble finally bursted,serenity finally turned in

2 curse.

Fishie wanted 2 scream 2 cry in anguish but culdnt, no screams were cming

out of her lil mouth.Fishie just went close 2 her mother held her wounded self

and tried 2 soothe her pain with the gentle touch.

Days passed bye fishie lost touch with the time she and the mother fishie just

stayed close trying 2 heal each other.

1 day the small fishie got lost and landed in 2 open waters of the sea,the

world soo huge fr her small vision, .She swam and swam and she culd feel

her eyes opening up, her horizon broadening ,she ws so spell bound by the

miracles around she culdnt stop moving and hit the shark str8.

Oh my ,she got soo scared ,looked at the shark pleadingly ----,shark ws in a

very peaceful mood tht day, plus there ws this look of vulnerability abt the

fishie which appealed the shark,shark looked at the lil thing and offered her

the peace a frienship and love which he never offered 2 anybdy bfre.fishie

got so excited and started looking up at shark as an icon of strength.

days started 2 pass bye -----fishie started 2 shed her melancholic shackles,

which were imprisoning her soul ,SHE started 2 smile again and laugh again

and she used 2 swim in open waters, now with much more ease cuz she ws

blessed with the sharkys blessing whom she started 2 look as the big bro a

person w/t any faults so many other fishies used 2 tell lil fishie abt the sins

but she ws utterly biased ,prejudiced never listened 2 anybody.

1 day she went near the shores while swimming and met this allegatorr,

again she ws so scared,cuz her biggest curse ws her vulnerability and her

fears.The allegator looked at her and again mayb he ws intrigued by the

vulnerability s well he gave the fishie the prescious present of a

friendship.fishie ws soo happy bathing in happiness---all the WISE creatures

of the sea used 2 tell her tht she is playing with fire these dangerous

creatures can never b friends 2 anybody but fishie ws really engrossed in her

so called bubble of splendour--
THN one day-----she came 2 know abt the hatred--the ugly animosity

between 2 v dear friends between 2 of the ppl whom she used 2 put in

utmost respect.she tried 2 talk 2 thm abt it but both of thm just ask her 2 stay

out so she decided nt 2 intervene.

BUT 1 day ---fishie ws laughing and chirping ----thn suddenly a thunder ----

followed by the signals whre both of her friends screaming fr each others life.

In utmost horror fishie tried 2 cm in between she went to the shark

NO-NO pls dont indulge dont kill the other---

she went 2 the allegator wailing screaming fr a constrain --he also refused --

fishihie ws getting soo scared cuz she passed through the pain of suffering

and disaster once she never wanted to see its ugly face again.

Other fishes and creatures started 2 gather there to enjoy the clash of the

titans ,nobody ws bothered tht who will die or who will suffer ,they were only

here fr a good show.fishies heart ws breaking in 2 two she wailed and wailed

running frm 1 to another they didnt listen.they were 2 engrossed to prove there metal.

wise creatures were feeling sorry fr fishie and the other fishes were laughing

and enjoying her plight---.

One last look at the battle scene where both of thm were sharpening there

weapons fishie left .

she ws swimming ,swimming w/t the knowledge just running away frm

pain and sarcastic laughter of others ---she thn hit by the sharpest of spine----
which tore her whole tiny body ---the cool green water ws coloured with red

blood oozing out of her tiny body...she tried 2 rise above but culdnt, the

thorns just pierced her already wrenching heart,she looked above .imagined

all the happy times the sweetness offered by friends----her lips parted fr a

last smile ---the smile 2 welcm the ugly face of DEATH,for whom she ws

always so scared of,only tht give her final solace.engulfed the fishie in 2 its

infinite serenity.fishie closed her lahes and went in 2 peaceful slumber.

Those 2 fought and fought and fought ,but as they both were soo strong

nothing happened 2 anybody..they both were so glorified .basking in there

own glory nobdy realized tht fishie ws amisss----

so many days gone bye once and twice they thought abt her but thn there

were soo many battles to fight ,so many medals 2 win they forgt all abt her.

AFTER ALL NOBODY IS INDISPENSIBLE .

--------AND SHE WS JUST A MERE FISHIE-------NUTHING MORE -----THT WAS THE REALITY.

THE RAPTURE OF SUNSHINE

2005-03-01T06:57:00.000-08:00

Today i opened my eyes with gentle sunshine on my
face.the rays of the sun were casting a spell ---dancing on my cheeks-----creating a beautiful symphony. such sunshine which denoted a happiness so ethereal, so pure,it had just enough strength 2 cherish ;not to sap.
i opened my eyes and felt the rapture of smthing so soothing, so miraculous passing through my veins, making me alive suddenly ;so alive my whole world was bathing in those beautiful expanses of that spectrum.every colour which was coming out of that light was denoting smthing............ emotions,feelings, incidents........... my whole life was dancing infront of me and yet there was no ugliness,no despair,no melancholy,no gloom.death wasnt there with its ugly black colour.Gloom was also not there 2 paint my soul the shades of grey
I was lying there ,just like that, feeling the rays which were curing me,erasing all the ugly scars removing the chains which had been shackling my soul for soo much time ,all those things which i always tried 2 run away from;always tried 2 find an escape instead of facing them right awaywere deleting, all this time i had this suffocated sense of nuthingness;an emptiness which transited its self through my veins all of it were being erased frm my life .Those ugly wounds and scars all basked in the healing sunshine were fading away finally a relaease ws on its way.
I ws born again the reincarnation of different sebia a different soul with different selfactualization i know now tht happiness is nt the gratification of the material needs nor it lies in physical presence of objects and ppl, its the state whn u are at harmony with your self then when u accept finally instead of running away, it is an avoidance to the escapism.it is when u elevate urself from the shores of uncertainity and enters in the pathoes of reality but with complacent heart.
AND FINALLY I AM FREE, im born im reincarnated and im CURED.

Naa-mumkin

2005-02-27T14:04:00.000-08:00

Sooraj hai mere ghar ka nigehbaan
Sitaron se mulaqaat ho nahin sakti
Mere sheher ke baadal kahin aur ja basey hain
Ab baarishon ki naveed ho nahin sakti

Kuchh faasle aise hain darmiyaan
Yeh kahaani tamaam ho nahin sakti
Sirf muskurahaton ka rishta hai
Is se badhkar koi baat ho nahin sakti

Hum hosh se sochte hain
Sab bekhudi ki baat karte hain
Is muqaam par toh aankhon se bhi baat
Ho nahin sakti

Kyun ishq vishq ki baat karte hain
Patjhar ke mausam mein
Phoolon ki
Mehek ho nahin sakti

Raat ke gehre saaye mein
Khamoshiyon se dar lagta hai
Sab kyun bhool jaate hain
Amaawas ki raaton main kabhi
Chandni ho nahin sakti

THORN BIRDS

2005-02-27T13:04:00.002-08:00

Today I was reading thornbirds and I came across some very soulful stuff which just touched the deepest chords in me. So I thought of sharing that piece of wisdom.

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life -- more sweetly than any other creature on the face of earth. From the moment it leaves its nest it searches for a thorn tree, and doesn't rest till it has found one.

Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. AND dying. It rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song. Existance the price. But the whole world stills to listen. And GOD in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain... or so says the legend.

Read it again and again and every time you guys will feel a more haunting sweetness.

WHT WILL ITZENS DO IF THEY TUMBLE ACROSS A WALL WHILE STROLLING IN THE JUNGLE

2005-02-21T00:27:00.002-08:00

The idea is originally stolen from creepys blog
tht wht will BLOGGERS DO IF THEY FIND A KADOO.

Anyways guys this is just a humerous take on all IT-ZENS and there favourite lines if u like it smile and chill and if u dont like it u guys r just NOT welcm 2 slash me.NO offence meant in this post just sheer humor and pun.so this is how IT WALLAHS will react in random order.
footlooseslinger-----will i get sm daaruu on the other side?

aamirr----kubhi main bhaiyaa lugtaa hooon---kubhi main flirt kerta hoon---too joo chahiee sumjheyy --muger main teri bhabhi say bohet piyaar kurta hoon.

baap-of-indiatimes---GOD yeh din bhi dekhnaa thaa ---tht my dotty flirting with all kinda species.

cynosure.--------------will judge the wall frm all angles-----will try 2 grab the wall------cm on grly thts the way----grab the life frm its horns.(thn realize tht it has no horns-----will go 2 sleep immediately under the shade.

vance-----hmm-- let me put my spammer on---my abuses will definately melt this wall---till thn i take a quick nap-----(and he snored endlessly).

desiii------koi jaayey too layy aayeyy--pritiko lay ayeyy----meri laakh duwaain paayey.

priti-----sexy sexy sexy mujhay loog boolein--hi hulo mujhay kia kia bolein.(grr paapii kahin kay--wanna smash there headsters.)

keshi-----oo wall imm hot---im single---and i like all things SNAZZY in life.

snazzz----- ru wearing a chiffonn sareee////?

kashmiran----and just whn i was abt 2 lose hope in life-----bradpitt divorced jennyy-----muah muah bradyy --main aaaa rehi hooooonnnnnnn.

fairy---------muah muah muah muah--------smooches the wall --again and again--------(and the wall wont b able to take such HOT muahs and will melt)

tanz------------in the morning i marroofy line on all girls-----in the afternoon---i kill all the buggers----------inevening i play-------KIYOONKI SAAS BHI KUBHI BAHU THEE---------dear wall(sebia spking)she is the only person of IT Who is friends 2 all oblivious of there gender and nicks---a most loveable person-------hmm enugh now sebia will throw blanky on tanz(after all she is a treasure 2 hide.
hobo-zzzz--or still---------a polite hulo 2 wall----im a polite soul who will even curse in a politest manner---and 1 of few ppl who bring there brains on chat.

murcialago---hi wall--im a desi version of the fastest brand----- who eat chutni with roti---instead of salsas with fajitas.
love guy fr all------whts ur telephone no wall?will immediately bring her nokia out and start calling all the grls he know 2 flaunt infront of the wall.

richierich------wall wall walll--------rich in my heartcraving to reach swear on valetine's preachwill get you loadza smiles without a breach!!

dove----im as sweet as sugar.

r0z--------gives the wall a big hug.(and phooroofy her forehead while doing so)

icy.princesss-------sebia(thinking the wall as 1)muah day day naa smooches it endlesslyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

preeyaaaa-----------Hiya anyone out there to take momma on date hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm am sure you all looking in ur wallets but momma is simple so get dozen roses a big marble-cake , bottle of champayne ..hmmm ok chalaga bottle vodka bhi..or somosas .

un-lucky-charm-------hii meet mee im the most philosophical guy in the utter butter nonsense of INDIATIMES.

eternalbuddy---------------can smbdy teach me the 10 commandments of flirtations?

pranav-1982---hai apna dil toh awara --na janey kis kis kis or kis pay ayegaa-------hey wall r u a grl(will flirt outrageusly with her)i want 2 leave no stone unturned in the art of flirtation .

excalibur-------im new 1 around-----but im above the calibre of normal earthlings.

anand--------will retires to the corner immediately.

megha-----will start thinking ways 2 use the wall as her excersise machine and improve her abe muscles.

goondiii doc-----------------------tuuuuuu kounnnnnnnnlayyyyyyyyy dayyyyyyyyyy mayyyyyyyyyyy aaaaaaaaaaa muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh day naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa day dayyyyyy-sebiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii daiiiiiiiiiiiiiii oiiiiiiiiiii maaaaa tuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

pearl-------im bored--anybdy listening. (ND 4U WS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL --STARTED BANGING ON THE WALL----MAIN YAHAN HOON YAHAN HOON YAHNNN HOO.

4u2nvau------sexy sexy sexy---mujhay saari lurkiyaan boolain----muah day day mujh koo maarein----main ek anaar ---or meray sou beemar main kia kurron raam.

cheeku-milkshake-----------------will throw a kuddo frst as a shock treatment----------thn will slaughter it in cahoots 1 by 1. (as awe) (the wall)

natashaaaa------------playing poollllll u wanna play?and throws the ball directly on the wall.(serves u just riht huh walll)
pari----------pariiiii hoon main-----

pari432----------will consider the wall as a mirror---will do her makeup-----and thn ask ----- meray itnay hunsmikh honay kaa raaz kiya hai?
navita.......ghutiya kammenii walll-----dont try 2 flirt with my(non existant WOH).

jolly--------im a joly good fellow----im sweet and melloww-------im a gujju fellowwwwwwwww.
cocaine-tongue-----will immediately try 2 give a muah 2 the wall(soorry wall i cant resist a temptation 2 muah any female).
riya-007--------will bring
her slaughter machine out-------grrrr grrrrr --alienates all the body organs of the abuser-------b careful 2 mess with abond- grl again.

bindassohni----------aayeyy too sahih secret admirer-----chutnii buna doon giii---sohni boley toooh bindaas.

feathered mask---------more rum plssss-----aaj rupet jayey too humain naa uthayeeooo.

sapna-------------kubhi main sapnaa dekhty hoon ---kubhi main jogan dekhty hoon --kubhi main khushboo bun ker aaty hoon.

dewdrop-------will immediately open her laptop and write a blog about it.

hittii-------will kik the wall and thn smooch it immediately-------or start counting the bricks thinking thm as all the crushes-------heres 1 more-----ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL.

CLASSY---------BEEEE THE TALL WALL SIGNAL THE PUN WINDFALLL---------this wall shows us the reall meaning of life and trust me its only the pun which makes the wrld go around pun whisch is beyond the comprehension of humble earthling(and just thn sahtpatali dropped frm the wall).

BEESTAR------dear wall----hmmm can i put my clothes which i washed yesterday with surf excel on u 2 dry-----till thn i finish my uttapam.hmmmm------life is bliss----(wht is shatpat ali doing here).

dibert------bonk bonk bonk ----till u honk----i wanna b a monk-----symphoo u listening?acknowledge me damn otherwise im gonna b 1.
(warp me to the lands of love (where theres no creepy--sharky--ado--and all ur admirers).

tonybk-------im drunked and im above these lowly mortals----im sleeping----------wake me up only if sm hot babe arrives

lone-shark------------ssss--yy--mphoooo ttt uu mmm eri kkk ajalll haiii------dear wall can u help me get my symphoo--- and crushing adoo----duh meri rah ka sub say bura kaantaa hai woh------symph main aaaa gayaaaaaaaa

symphony--------------meray piyar kaa rung zera chuknaaa oo mukhnaaaa------aayeeeoooo----main ek--meray aashiq anaik---khan jaoon kia khaoon....

raghu-us----------yowall--hiyaaa--my girlfriend tell me tht im fat-duh----me old man me no fat re--u r fat and ugly yowall yo yo--(and the ugly fat wall took its revenge by crashing on him).

abhi-purohit------i cm on IT 2 sleep---it sings lullabies fr me.

angelina--------will try 2 find the eyes on the wall and plucks all the eyelashes

alex--------wht r u saying can u translate it in english?

polson----------im 2 good fr the history of mankind---meet me im poisonous polson.

mark-vic---------he will ask ASL frm the wall----thn yahoo id---thn fone no----thn asks the wall 2 chat in pvt--------will squint his eyes 2 see if sebia is around------will start shhoting cannons towards her ------and just whn she is abt 2 slash the mosquitoo-------virus will cm and transport the mosquito away 2 safe lands.(askinf fr nepotism)

diffy---------will treat the wall as a mirror------sujnaa hai mujhay sujnaaa kay liyeyyyyy--------(will pout his lips)i washed my self with lux oriental gel and thn applied elizbeth arden cream and thn paint my mout with rimmel pink shade matt lipstick---and u r still saying NO 2 me---------ooiii maaa-- it hurts re TDM (THE MAN OF MY DREAMS).

tall darkman------wall im a v sought after guy(stalked by both grls and boys)(and a certified lunatic also)priti ,keshi,neha,sohni,megha anddd obviously sebia(i hope im nt missing any grl)will u go out with me-------hush diffy boy stay awayyyy frm me.im strictly str8.

nyzliestpunjabi-----zebia ztop being a HABAB MAIN KUDDII----GO GRL GET ME A CHOCOLATE MOUSSE CAKE WITH lots of icing.

tanvi------im sweet---im 16----and im bored--------cm zillie boy lets sing abba dubba gubbaaaaaaaaa(and 2gether they sang the most horrid symphony--------and the wall tumbled down cuz of the blast).

ash b 1------hmmm--will look at the wall in stoic silence------sebia---this wall reminds me of myself----faced so many melanchollies in life ------so much of volcanoes ready 2 tarnish but its still there all erect all frozen in its utmost sublime ego.(and sebia wont b able 2 understand 1 wrd will simply shake her head dumb

virus-----will examine the wall-------aah if only u were made up of 1000 pipers other thn thes e bricks--------huhhhhh-----------ok wall meet me im the most eligible bachelorof IT-----and as perfection needs no improvement soo i also dont need any------(seb i will give u 10 cinnabon brat----go ahead find a a bhabhi fr U-

creepingking---------will creep on top of the wall-----bring his graffitti pen out---will write a most hilarious blog abt the wall. pun pun on the wall.

bhaluu---------will look at the wall in silence-------will try to undersatnd the basis of its existance--------will put the wall under investigation---------will think alot abt it with full concenteration-----------if the poor wall dont stumble after all this treatment--- will offer a frndship soo genuine and soo pure.

words-smith---------its only wrds and wrds r all i have 2 take ur heart away-------REPENZEL.(will try all his best to drill a hole in a wall by his words)

adorable------will flirt with the wall outrageously-------after wearing a deep pink shirt---will try 2 putaoo the wall with his husky voice------khoob pehchaan loo israr hoon mainjinse ulfat ka tulabgar hoon mainishq hi ishq hai duniya meri fitna-e-aqqal say baizaar hoon main.

sebia----------grrrrrrrrr yeh deewarr kahan say aayeee---------uffoooo ab kia kuroon will bring her sword out ---slash everybdy who will try 2 flirt with her. (behind the wall)

ok guys it ws just a humerous pun on all ITWALLAHS if i missed anybdy remind me i will edit
takecare

jollys birthday

2005-02-21T00:27:00.000-08:00

hi on 22nd its jollys birthday and all ahmadabad room asked me 2 publish it so here it is
and happybirthday jolly may GOD give u all the happiness u ever craved fr in life and may all ur wsihes cm true in this year.
love
sebia

siyah raat

2005-02-15T14:21:00.002-08:00

teri siyah raat ki tunhai mitaney koo
aasmaan ki kaali chader say
nerm dhoop ka nikulta sawairaa hai
inn khamosh panion main
doobta ujala hai
inn mehakty fizaoon main
bhatakta kinara hai
oo humnafas too soch lay
zera ghore say dekhlay
aaj hain kal nahin hai
too apnii saansoon main usko utaar lay
joo chulee gayee too raat hai
joo mit gayee toh khuwaab hai
joo udd gayee toh yaad hai
waqt kay kaaley dhagey main
kahin yad ki ek nunhi see gaanth bhi hogi
jub tum uskoo choo loo gay
tooh kissi ki sansoon ki ek khusboo hogijo wahin kahin bussee reh i hogee
inn arzooe natumam main
iss wehshate-e-lamuqam main
kahin kissi ki quber bhi khudee hogii
o humnafas too dekh lay
zera soch lay pehchaan lay
jub iss saans say uss saans kaa ridhtaa tootey gaa
jub khamoshi say teri khamoshi kaa talluq mit jayegaa
in khuwab ratoon main teri raat kaa undhaira hai
wohi dhoop ka julta sawera hoga
muger apnay apnay muqaam pay
naa tum hoo gay naa zindagee hogii
kiyoonki yahi qismat hai yahi kahani
yehi duhrayey gee fir tunhayee apni zubaanii.

ABT THE PARTY

2005-02-15T14:21:00.001-08:00

Hmm
like all beautiful things cm 2 an end so as this party thingee also came 2 an end so much of hype and advertisement and thn it happened and bfre v culd hold the moments it vanished in 2 thin air.
First of all thnx ZIllie and tanoo fr conceiving such a brilliant idea.U guys r my favourite 2 brats and whoever says tht u ppl shuld take ur lovey dovey stuff shuld
b banned frm IT u ppl r the freh air around in the sm times claustrophobic chatting wrld.No doubt u were the best couple around.MUAH 2 u both(lol)
thnx bhallu fr creating the room it ws v nice of u.
AND whoever who crashed the server may ur soul rests in hell fr tarnishing all the enjoyment.
And whoever tht fan of sohny was man if u ever cm across me i wuld like 2 slaughter u in the most horriable way it ws such an ugly joke frm u horriable 1 why u ppl frget tht even in this virtuality there r real ppl behind those niks and playing with smbdys emotions is such a hurting thing man she is just an innocent baby and u played a dirty joke on her.
The queens award shud definately go 2 KESHII man she ws soooo good.
I really tried my best 2 flirt but man my flirtation skills really shucks so even my date gt sooo bugged tht HE-FLEW.(need 2 brushup my skills)
All the ppl who promised 2 show up didnt turn up tht ws soooo mean.
and just whn the pary ws abt 2 start IT crashed.
anyways i think v shuld find more creative ideas like this 2 rock the otherwise monotonous chat wrld.
love u all fr writing so much of comments now keep on visiting my blog .(lol)(i leave no chance advertise my blog)

AND LAST THING HERE IS ANOTHER CHANCE A LAST TIME

DECLARE A MOST BEAUTIFUL LINE OR DIALOGUE FR UR LOVED ONES.
SAY WHTEVER U WANNA SAY IN 1-OR 2 LINES.

THN I WILL CHOOSE THE BEST LINE AND DECLAIRE THE WINNER GOAHEAD AND DO IT.
It can b in hindi,english,pujabi any lingo.

VALENTINES DAY PARTY @ INDIATIMES

2005-02-06T13:52:00.000-08:00

VALENTINES DAY -- A DAY OF LOVE
AND SWEET EMOTIONS. WHEN ONE
CAN SAY WHTEVER HE OR SHE WANTS 2
WITHOUT THINKING OF THE OUTCOME AND RESULTS.
WHEN GIRLS WAIT WITH STARS IN THEIR EYES AND
AND TWINKLE ON THEIR LIPS 2 HEAR SWEET
NOTHINGS FRM THE ONE WHO HAS THE ABILITY 2
ROCK THEIR BASIC EXISTANCE.

U MUST HAVE ATTENDED SEVERAL VALENTINES BASHES IN REALITY BUT FIRST TIME IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD ZILLIE IS THROWING A PARTY SO COME
AT 6 PM (EST) ON MONDAY 14TH FEB TO INDIATIMES AND ROCK AND SAY WHTEVER U WANT TO TO THE GRL OR BOY WHICH U DIDNT HAVE THE COURAGE 2 SAY UP TILL NOW. BRING A DATE. ENTERTAINMENT WILL B PROVIDED BY (DONT KNOW WHO).
BOYS WEAR BLACK AND GIRLLS WEAR RED.

AND WHOEVER WHO WANNA TAKE WHOM CAN SUBMIT HIS OR HER INVITATION HERE ALONG WITH THE RESUME IN THE COMMENT SECTION BUT B DECENT.

ZILLIE NOW I HAVE MADE MY BLOG AS UR ADVERTISEMENT BOARD PAY MY ROYALTY.

P.S --GUYS GIRLS LOVE CHOCOLATES AND RED ROSES DONT FRGET THM.

P.S---I HATE CHOCOLATES SO CINNABON WILL DO IN MY CASE.

COME AND ROCK. C U ALL THERE

P.S DONT FORGET 2 WRITE UR INVITAIONS HERE.

P.S---TANVI IS ALREADY BOOKED.

HOW 2 COOK YOUR MAN WITHOUT SPOILING THE BROTH

2005-01-24T04:23:00.000-08:00

God created Adam for
his amusement, then HE
created EVE, for ADAMS
amusement, after that HE
HIMSELF was totally bemused,
by the catastrophe which
followed.

Men........ the shallowest species of both, the black and white canvas
which is like a clean slate no matter how much u try 2 paint exotic colours on it, 1 err and the slate is clean. U can look in 2 his eyes thinking tht he is emotionally connected with u, together ur hearts r beating and singing the same symphony, but oh poor female get out of ur cocoon of sheltered make belief. MEN r genetically impaired of such deep connections as smbdy put it.

MEN R LIKE COMPUTERS, HARD 2 FIGURE OUT AND W/T ENOUGH MEMORY, 1 VIRUS...... AND ALL SLATE IS CLEAN.
anyway here's a take on how 2 cook ur man w/t spoiling the broth.
the do's and dont's where MEN r concerned. read and enjoy and bless or blast me laters.

1 - Mascara
Men r like mascara. they usually run at the first sign of emotion.
But i also know tht whn GOD ws making woman he forgot 2 put anything else other thn GLUE. So we r much more chipkoos 2 satiate our emotional needs,...... give him his breathing space, that's damn important for him or v soon u will b sitting in empty space biting ur nails off.

2 - LAUGHTER:
It may b the best medicine for your fragile health but it can act as poison for his fragile heart as well.
If u are blessed with a giggle so shrill which resembles the dentist's drill, take a pill and work on it till, it resembles the nightingales prill.

3 - Guys are quite particular about personal hygeine (yours not his) so
bless him and urself by indulging in 2 the ritual of daily showers (not dry cleaning).

4 - Men r such show offs u will always be a prized commodity for him, so what if he looks like SOMU PEHELWAAN ur looks should always be in sync with SHARON STONE.
Learn 2 use ur beauty as a weapon and make him dance 2 ur tunes.

5 - Nail biting, scratching, burping, farting, bad breath, chipped nail polish etc etc all these r highly unlady like repulsive gestures refrain ---- or soon u will be without a man.

6 - As GEORGE ELLIOT said
Men are like cocks, who believe
that sun had risen, 2 hear them crow.
Have u girls heard abt BIG MEN PETTY EGOS -- so always believe in massaging his ego not in the massacre of it if u ever wanna go places with him.

7 - I know women by birth come with a genetic manufacturing fault, that is we can't keep stuff inside our stomach whether its happiness or sadness. but trust me having one's love life splashed on the advertising boards on times square isn't a v bemusing factor for males.

8 - MEN r like government bonds they take 2 long 2 mature.
u shuld b the 1 to elevate yourself so what if he oggles at other girls u also
oggle at other guys (but with ur secrecy intact) or u will soon b goggled out.

9 - icon obsession,
men r never so keen abt star obsessions which v girls love 2 indulge in, even if he wuld digest 1 or 2 posters of SHAH RUKH KHAN but srks posters, books, magazines, interviews, his love life etc etc will give him enough indigestion 2 last fr a long time.

10 - After 12 hours of grilling office duty the poor mortal may not be able 2 appreciate ur interest in wht POOJA DID TO DOOJA or where HARRY met SALLY. so no need 2 crucify him for not giving extra attention 2 such crucial matters of ur life.

11 - men r like weather nothing can b done 2 change them.
so try not to mess with the default programming. learn 2 love him and nurture him the way he is even the worst kind must have some points 2 wrk on, trust me.

12 - Men hate greediness, so while looking at the skies learn 2 appreciate the stars dont ask for the MOON.

13 - Asking for a commitment in the middle of sm sweet flowing lovely emotions will definitely bonk his head off, learn 2 excercise patience. when he will b ready trust me, he will run faster than u 2 the altar.
Anyway as i'm no expert in all these MAN syndromes these were just some mere observations made by my demon 2 haunt u guys with my intellectual blabber. Just wanna tell u guys that

The holy rivers of relationships are stagnant with unwept tears
........unsighed sighs......and unsaid words. relationships are not sm rocket science 2 b understood as technical quotients they need lots of insight and patience. 1 has 2 stoop 2 conquer
I FINISH MY POST ON KHALIL JIBRAN
smbdy asked his views about love and relationships and he answered
You were born together,and together u shall be forevermore.
you shall be together when white wings of death scatter ur days.
aye, u shall b together even in the silent memory of GOD
but let there be spaces in your togetherness,
and let the winds of heaven dance between you.
love one another but make not a bond of love
let it be rather a moving sea between the shores of your soul.
fill each others cup but drink not from 1 cup
give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
sing and dance together be joyous,but let each one of u be alone,
even as the strings of lute are alone, though they quiver with the
same music.
give ur hearts, but not in 2 each others keeping
for only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
and stand together, yet not 2 near together
for the pillars of temple stands apart
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow.

khamosh kahani

2005-01-17T15:52:00.000-08:00

jub koi dil kay paas say jhonkaa saa guzrey gaa
yaad tum ko bhi humari ayegee
jub baikhawab ratton main
soch khi khidki khuley gee
tub aanchal saa humara kahin lehrayega
jub dil kay derwazey pay
dheemi si dastak hogi
tub inn baichain tunhayoon ki goonj say
dil toh tera bhi ghubrayee gaa
jub koi paree see
apnay nurem pair rukhtee
dil ki zameen per
apni payel say julterang bujatee
tumharey hosh gunwayey gee
dil to tumhara bhi lou daijayeygaa
jub inn jultey bujhtey churaghoon say
tumhari aankhain bhi
bher aayein gee
tub humari aankhoon ki namee
tum ko bhi yad ajayyegi
jub dil kay khali mukaan main
dhadkanoon ki goonj budh jayegee
tub humari aanhoon kaa shore bhi sunayee day jayegaa
jub dil kay saager main
tulattum ka saman hogaa
tub humara chehra tum ko yaad aa jayega.

TUNHAYEE

2005-01-15T22:54:00.000-08:00

Im trying my hand on sm urdu poetry dont u ppl dare 2 laugh.
Log zindagee ki baat kurtey hain
hum lamhoon say bhi durtey hain
log humsafri ki baat kurtey hain
hum sayeey say bhi chuptay hain.
julty hoi shumaa ki lou buchaney koo
hum din raat pighaltey hain
kuch sitaroon say dushmani hay shayed
sou her peher dhoop main jultey hain.
yeh phooloon kaa nager hai
or hum kaantoonkee baat kurtey hain
aandhiyoon kay mousam main
toofaan toh aatey hain
hum rait per apna gher bunatey huey
yeh kiyoon bhool jatey hain.
doostoon say bhurey iss shehr main
hum apnay dushmanoon kaa deedar kurtey hain
sub kaa saath nibhaney main
apni tunhai koo baiqarar kurtey hain
humnay apnay saans kaa rishta
derd say joraa hai
aik tulaatum beet chukaa
hum nayee qayamat kaa intezar kurtey hain.

I AM SAFE

2004-12-28T23:58:00.000-08:00

HELLO ,
FR ALL OF U WHO WERE CONCERNED.THANX TO ALL MIGHTY, ME AND MY FAMILY WE ALL ARE SAFE.JUAT 4 DAYS BEFORE THE TRIP MY FATHER CANCELLED THE TRIP DUE 2 SECURITY REASONS.
AND I DONT KNOW IT WS 6TH SENSE OR OUR FATE or OUR GUARDIAN ANGELS.THOUGH V ALL R BIT SHAKEN BY THE NEAR BRUSH BUT OTHERWISE I M OK.
BUT JUST LOOKING AT THE NEWS MY HEART WS WRENCHING WITH PAIN .HOW MANY INNOCENT PPL JUST LOST WHTEVER THEY HAD.WE R BLESSED LIVING IN A COCOONED SHELTERS OF OUR BLESSED HOMES AND THERE SO MANY SMALL CHILDREN R EVEN CRAVING FR SMALL MORSELS OF FOOD.SO MANY PPL WRENCHING FR JUST SM TINY DROPLETS OF WATER.SO MANY BODIES WAITING 2 B BURRIED OR BURNED.
I WAS JUST WONDERING WHAT CAN V DO 2 HEELP THEM ?
THOUGH NO AMOUNT OF HELP CAN ERASE THE SUFFERINGS AND LOSSES THEY ENDURED BUT ATLEAST V CAN TRY 2 HELP IN LESSENING THERE IMMEDIATE PAIN.
JUST A LIL AMOUNT OF MONEY CAN PROVIDE THM WHT MAY NOT B V IMPORTANT FR US BUT FR THEM ITS LIFE.

TEN WAYS 2 BLOW IT IN A RELATIONSHIP

2004-12-25T02:56:00.000-08:00

I am usually not the person 2 put copy,paste stuff on my blog .but smtimes u cm across such funny stuff ,that u like 2 share them with others ,just 2 bring sm more chuckles around...... read on and enjoy......u guys can also add on
UR WAYS 2 BLOW:))

A reader of the Relationship Coach Newsletter wrote in last week with the following question.What do you do when you've done a lot of work, and attracted a lovely person and now you're terrified you're going to blow it? Or, terrified it's going to end.In response, below is a list of top ten ways to blow it in a relationship right from the start.

1. Assume the person is your soul mate immediately upon meeting or shortly thereafter. Look for signs that faith has brought you together and be amazed by the correlations in your lives.

2, Forget about your life, your friends, your self care. When you have a soul mate, why would you need a life outside of the relationship?

3,Reveal everything, and test your partner with your worst behavior. Let it all hang out. After all, if he or she is truly your soul mate, he or she will love you no matter what..

4,Have sex right away. If you are meant to be together for a lifetime, might as well get started on the fun part right away.

5. Ignore anything about your partner that does not mesh with your values, lifestyle, belief system. True love can conquer such insignificant differences.

6. Do lots of drama together. Job, family, life crisis are a great way to establish a relationship and test if you are meant to be together.

7,Spend as much time together as possible. When it's true love, you can't bear to let your partner out of your sight.

8. Ignore behavior that crosses your boundaries or hurts your feelings. It's true love, so it's ok.

9. Lavish a huge amount of attention on your partner or expect a huge amount of attention to be lavished on you. How else would you act if you finally found your soul mate?

10. Push the relationship forward and demand that it go deeper, in spite of where your partner is emotionally. You have the right to have the be exactly how you want it to be and your soul mate owes you that.

Listed above are pretty much the only ways to blow it in a relationship. If you want even more insurance that your new relationship has every chance of making it,
Honest*
Communicative*
Clear about your needs and boundaries*
A good listener
On the other hand, your relationship may end no matter what you do. Being in fear about it actually makes the end more likely. To eradicate the fear, let go of the attachment that the person you are with be THE right person. Simply be with him or her a day at a time.
cheers....:))hilarious stuff

tete-a-tete with dear mouses

2004-12-14T06:19:00.000-08:00

grrrrrrrrr
gosh strange r u ppl ...baba if u guys wanna trash my post do it in 1 or 2 comments no need 2 flood me with 51...stating the same rhetoric again and again
and if i keep the comments section open u guys say she wants to bask in self appreciation..blah blah she should like a true blogger disable comments ..if i disable thm suddenly sm mouse develop another headache tht how can she refuse to hear our trashing,she should b there whenever we need to spew venom:0)
arre baba mainay kia bigaraa hai grrrr ...and all of u who r screaming tht i advertise my blog on IT remember i always ask my friends 2 comment and read not any other stranger so if u r 1 of my friends and doing anonymous act thn tht also v deplorable..
so dear mouses...a truce...neither i bug u guys nor u bug me
and yeah frst decide between yourself tht wht should i do....
disable or able comments
thn let me know so tht i can wear my iron armour before SHOCK AND AWE bombing starts again......

FIRE CRACKERS

2004-11-09T13:22:00.000-08:00

wow
i didnt know my mindless blabber will instigate so much of firewrks, and my blog will serve as a battlefield ,where egos will flare high and clashes of titans will erupt,and neither did i know tht there r so many of scholars who read my musings.Any ways it ws interesting 2 see all the FIRE CRACKERS.I thoroughly enjoyed thm.
Sorry folks my pc is still dead and im going out of country so another 2 -3 weeks i wont b there .and thnx 2 all of u who missed me and posted comments and offliners i really felt great tht even in this virtual wrld ppl sincerely care abt u and give u enough of importance.I really miss u all and im totally impressed by myself fr landing in 2 such a nice company of friends even in a wrld so unreal as CHAT.
takecare folks .
MISS ME A LOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT AND POST 100S OF COMMENTS TELLING ME HOW MUCH U PPL MISSED ME SO THT WHEN I CM BAK AND OPEN MY BLOG I FEEL HAPPY.(S0 SELFISH OF ME S USUSAL)MISSING INDIATIMES LIKE HELL.

HI

2004-11-02T01:55:00.000-08:00

REVIVAL OF SOUL

2004-10-17T16:49:00.000-07:00

After a long time im travelling on this road the road paved by unshed tears and unheard screams still choking inside a volatile volcano still nt erupted.Tears if menage 2 stray down frm lashes have the power 2 take away the pain, screams if cm out of the confines of soul can throw away the chains shackling the soul, but if these r curbed they burden the heart frever creating melanchollie retundant and happiness @ bay.when i lost smbody v close 2 death they said every wound turns in 2 scar ,after smtime, it stops bleeding u can touch the scar can remember the pain but cant feel it 5 yrs have passed by and still when i touch it i can feel the pain wht shuld i do 2 erase it .the wound is still raw oozing blood dripping pain can anything help me evade it .can happiness and pain co-exist? can u smile while tears shining in eyes? can silence throb with electrifying unleashed sorrow,?
Sm time everything cease 2 exist and u r in a state of limbo u can see u can hear but u cant feel rather ur 2 numb 2 feel ,ur mind cant register whts happening 2 u, u feel tht ur body and soul r 2 different entities u can actually see ur soul sitting infront of u coaxing u 2 get up giving u strength but ur so devoid of life tht u just cant standup and put ur pieces together.
and then 1 tiny tear rolls down leaving the confines of lashes and just the feel of tht salted droplet on ur skin gives u new life u wakeup and start cherishing the things u have other then which u lost.
yeah though tht tear havent crossed the confines of my lashes but still im a strong being i will revive myself i wont let this melancholy win and chain my soul i wont b a prisoner in my body i wont let the fire burn me 2 ashes.i know nuthing frmoutside will cm tohelp me the force is within me and only I can envoke it.the placid turmoil rocking inside me can b soothed with me and myself only and yeah im a strong being i will rock bak.
I WONT BE DEFEATED .THTS my promise 2 myself.

HOW 2 LOSE A GIRL IN 10 DAYS

2004-10-14T01:05:00.000-07:00

GOD CREATED MAN AND
THEN REALIZED THE GRAVITY
OF HIS MISTAKE
SO HE CREATED THE WOMAN 2 COUNTER
THT MISTAKE.(and after tht nobody rested in peace)

Woman---------- the colour of this universe who splashes the whole array of spectrum in 2 the otherwise black and white canvas of mans life..U can look in 2 her angel eyes, u can stare in2 her sparkling smile, u can see the distant look sprawled over her finest of features but u can never fathom the intriguing mystery behind the delicate laces cuz u dont have the insight 2 go beyond tht soulful beauty...o shallow species called MEN u just cant --- judge wht is woman and wht she wants.
here's a humorous take on wht she wants frm u and how can u lose her by simplest of gestures(read and enjoy. After smtime i will cm bak with the serious and soul full stuff on wht v want and how v want)
THE DOS AND DONTS 2 LOSE OR NT 2 LOSEUR GIRL
1. Plssssss neverpick ur nose infront of her or u will b permanently plucked out of her life.
2. Crack jokes abt mother in laws (yours not hers) and u will end up with either a cracked jaw or cracked love life.
3. In the morning pray fr everybodys blessing and take shower 2 bless us frm ur nasty smelling socks.
4. Ogle @other grls on ur date and ur eyes will b permanently goggled in black.
5. Fart and burp in front of her and u r permanently vomited out of her system.
6. Bitch abt others and u r done.always remember bitching and backbiting is our domain only and WISE MAN NEVER PLAY LEAPFROG WITH UNICORN.
7. Always ensure tht the wrds u say 2 her r sweet and tender cuz1 day u may have 2 eat thm its nt the sugar which makes the tea sweet but its the stirring.
8. if she says she wants 2 buy shoes tht means she wants dress jewellry and all the accessories s well (learn 2 read between the lines).
9. Her friend is HER friend only so even if she is stranded in SAHARA dessert theres no need fr u 2 give her lift home.
10. so wht if u r in TWINTOWERS and they r collapsing dont frget to post the email she asked u 2 send 2 her mother------ tht cms frst -bfre YOUR
life.
11. so wht if an arguement was resolved and burried 8 months ago, during fresh ones she is allowed 2 bring it bak but U RNT ALLOWED 2 DO THT.
12. Shahrukhkhan is another name of bhagwan so if u EVER and i mean ever want 2 have peace in life, learn 2 live with his ghost.
13. Formula fr happy dating with her is the same as for LIVING IN QUAKE PRONE CALIFORNIA IF U EVER FIND A FAULT IN HER DONTTTTT DWELL ON IT EVER.
14. Anniversary may b an occassion of FORGETTING fr u, its our day of celeberation. Tht how on this day EVE succeded in holding the ADAM prisoner.So pls never mess with it.
15. So wht if she ws looking like a baby elephant in tht cocktail dress always shower her with compliments, even if they r against the laws of prevailing sanity.
16. If smthing is bothering her keep on asking her again and again and again, if smthing is bothering u eat it up without a burp.
17. Because u r a man tht doesnt give u a right to holdd ----THE REMOTE CONTROL --- of the tv wht happens 2 TULSI AND MAHEER is more important then wht plane crashed and who wins the elections of america.George bush can never match the splendour of TULSI(kiyoonkii saas bhi kabhi bahu thee)so learn it and accept it.
ANYWAYS the list is endless and COMMENT SECTION is all yours 2 help the stupid species called MAN 2 how to hold her w/t losing their sanity.
On serious note, i will just say tht MILLS AND BOON romances tells u tht earth will move and the stars will dance in an orchesterated melody but reality hardly embraces it. Love is far more difficult an emotion 2 b understood as rocket science. U have to nurture it ur whole life otherwise it will lose its shine dont let it go stale
WHEN LOVE BECKONS 2 U FOLLOW IT,
THOUGH ITS WAYS R HARD AND STEEP
AND WHEN ITS WINGS ENFOLDS U YIELD 2 IT
THOUGH THE SWORD HIDDEN UNDER ITS PINIONS
MAY WOUND YOU
AND WHEN IT SPEAKS TO U BELEIVE IN IT
THOUGH ITS VOICE MAY SHATTER UR DREAMS
AS THE NORTHWIND LAYS WASTE THE GARDENS
FR EVEN AS THE LOVE CROWNS U
IT CAN ALSO CRUCIFY U
SO IF ITS FR UR GROWTH
ITS ALSO FR UR PRUNNING
EVEN AS IT ASCENDS 2 UR HEIGHT AND CARESSES
UR TENDEREST BRANCHES THT QUIVERS IN THE SUN
SO SHALL IT DESCENDS 2 UR ROOTS AND
SHAKE THM IN THERE CLINGING2 THE EARTH.

THE TALE OF AN ANONY-MOUSE(the horror story)

2004-10-02T14:50:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a MOUSE ....ANONY--MOUSE. oneday under the sheer attack of boredom, he started reading and visiting BLOGS .And then in order to combat with his boredom he started criticizing the posts .in the begining his musings sounded constructive and ppl appreciated his perceptions and healthy criticism ,but then like all others ,he lost his focus as well and graduated himself to be venomous towards the persons behind the blogger ids ,and then a whole MAFIA popped up like mushrooms ,they were every where trashing whoever and in whtever manner they deemed fit to.
He doesntknow what virtuality is,why ppl come here and what they seek .he trashes people for the sake of trashing. if hes so good and such a MR KNOW IT ALL why cant he start writing himself ?why cant he give others a chance to mortify him as well like he lovingly does .HE doesnt know that
its very easy to show the mirror to others, but so hard to face your
own reflection.
We all come to virtuality for different reasons .for some it is an avenue to vent out there haphazard feelings,for some it is just a catharsis couch.whatever it is but virtuality thrills and yes,we all need attention thats why we write public diary=blog .if u accuse all the writers as attention seekers then everybdy is.whats so bad in it .

LOOKING FFWD TO READ SOME EXTRAORDINARY POST ON YOUR BLOG.
ANONY-MOUSE.
cheers
and let me finish this post with a note

IF U DO GOOD
PEOPLE WILL ACCUSE YOU OF ULTERIOR MOTIVES
DO GOOD ANYWAY.
PPL ARE UNREASONABLE, ILLOGICAL AND SELF CENTERED
LOVE THEM ANYWAY.
IF YOU ARE SUCCESSFUL,
YOU WILL WIN FABLE FRIENDS AND TRUE ENEMIES
SUCCEED ANYWAYS.
THE BIGGEST PEOPLE WITH THE BIGGEST IDEAS
CAN BE SHOT DOWN ,
BY THE SMALLEST OF PPL,
WITH THE SMALLEST OF WEAPON,
THINK BIG ANYWAYS.
PPL FAVOR UNDERDOGS ,
BUT FOLLOW TOP DOGS ONLY,
FIGHT FOR THE UNDERDOGS ANY WAY.
GIVE THE WRLDTHE BEST U HAVE ,
AND YOU WILL GET KICKED IN THE TEETH,
GIVE THE WORLD UR BEST ANYWAY.

FLIRTATION IS THE NAME OF THE GAME

2004-10-02T04:21:00.000-07:00

At ETERNAL BLISS I serve only one purpose, and that is to entertain MYSELF by my musings! Your entertainment is the by-product of my entertainment. And its creation is the small matter of long periods of boredom punctuated by moments of abject laziness. So there are certain rules which I want to put on the table before you proceed:

Rule 1.) ETERNAL BLISS is not for the faint of heart or for weaker stomachs, so proceed at your own risk.
Rule 2.) If you have any problem regarding the stuff I write please feel free NOT TO BUG ME! If you still persist - come and have a debate with me. I would love to trash you for questioning my basic freedom of speech.
Rule 3.) Since everybody has started blogging now, I am just losing my interest in musing about IT. But I wont mind writing for you, if you can floor me with your sheer persistence and COMPLIMENTS!

So today we have have reached YAAR DOST INTERNATIONAL - the room of RASPUTEEN.
Let's enter the room as a girl and enjoy all the flirtation that will surely bewitch you.

Girl Enters...

RASPUTEEN: Hello is it me you looking for?

GIRL (li'l bemused): May be, intrigue me enough for me to realize that.

RASPUTEEN (needs li'l coaxing): You are a treat to my sore eyes. You are my heroine. Tread softly... My love... I have spread my dreams under your feet.

GIRL: THUMP THUMP ----- I WANT TO CRUSH THE GROUND!!

RASPUTEEN (now so worried that his magic isn't working switches to intense urdu poetry):
khoob pehchaan loo israr hoon main
jinse ulfat ka tulabgar hoon main
ishq hi ishq hai duniya meri
fitna-e-aqqal say baizaar hoon main.

GIRL:
Ek lupakta hua shola hoon main
Ek chulty hui TALWAAR hoon main
Meri baaton mein masee-hai hai
Aur log kehtey hain beemar (MISS UPTIGHT) hoon main.

Next girl enters

RASPUTEEN goes: Tujhey laagay na nujariya... Odh lay chunariya... Tirchhi nigaheein teri... Mujh pay giraayeein ray bijuriyaaa bijuriyaaaaaa.

First girl is SHOCKED

RASPUTEEN WINKS: Jub bhi koi ladki dekhoon, mera dil deewana bole ole ole ole --- oley oley oley.

This is YAAR DOST International - where girls come with bated breaths and go away with stars in their eyes. The room throbs with electrifying intensity, even as it encompasses all the arenas of chat entertainment. But one man who is the Rasputeen of our dear IT, has taken the rocket science of flirtation to new heights. He flirts, he recites, he takes girls to the heights of flattery - all with great ease and above all within limits. Who says flirting can't be healthy? He is a true specimen of giving a new name to the game of flirtation -- that is -- subtlety in flirtation. That was the ADORABLE (only God knows by whom) - the RASPUTEEN of IT.

The room which was the domain of RIA and AAMIR and BEDAZZLED is now the playground for us all. We laugh, we tease, we enjoy, we flirt (ahem ahem!) here. We sometimes even import people from other rooms as well who come to flirt here religiously. We have the great ASHB1 here to have our SANITY RESTORED. Then we have CATWOMAN to bug some 4UNVAU with her claws. And we have JELLY here to soothe with her serenity. We have got AANAND to provide 'anand' and we also have BEDAZZLED to dazzle our souls with her bewitching poetry. We also have a WANDERER who comes back after some intervals. We have got sweet TANVI to scream about boredom and the cute GOONDIIIIIDOC to delete any kind of sanity prevailing. We get some mist by MISTY and we get goofed by GOOFY. Then we have got FAIRY who comes in the disguise of 'rasmalai' and goes away as CHAMAKCHALLOO. We have TANZ whose breathing space I'm after so I keep her under blankets. AAMIRR and RIA AND DEEWANAUSA the most sane features of the room - always maintaining the equillibrium between sanity and insanity. Then TICKS who ticks in different disguises everyday. NAVS and RITU and ISHCREAM and AXLS_BABE are the sweeter delights. Then we have got MURC(MURCIALAGO) who lurks and QAII and DIL-E-NAADAAN - who is there to pinpoint the naadaniyan then v have SAPNA who is 2 sweet 2 erase all the nightmares.
And last but not the least ME ----- SEBIA ----- THE MISS UPTIGHT with a sword (I give you people an opportunity to describe as to what I am and who I am in the comments section but .......... they have to be good otherwise the comments will be deleted) ;-)

Hmmm anyone left? (curse my memory if i have left anybody)
P.S i wuld like 2 mention VIRUS here cuz he is trying 2 b so sweet 2 me since sm days in order 2 get enughfootage so virus here is a full line fr u(happyyyyyyyy)?.thnx fr helping me with the song .
Time for this girl to move out of the room... dhain dhain chik chik... And suddenly... another... nubile nymphet enters.

And I can almost hear... KAANTAAAA LAGAAAAAAA HI LAGAAAAAAAAAAA... playing now!

An Ode to the Charming Gardeners of Delhi Lounge Who Made My Writing Skillz Blossom

2004-09-20T07:59:00.000-07:00

WOOPS;--
The air of this room is thick with splendour, and intoxicating with a majestic appeal. You enter and are struck with the grandeur and splendour. The room has nothing ordinary to offer. Either the KING rules here (doesn't matter even if he is CREEPING)---- or some magicians drool here ...:: one wrong move and some WARP-PHASE warps you to some KAALA PAANI (SO WATCH YOUR STEP AND TREAD CAREFULLY). Either people are just too ABSURD or they are 2 CLASSY for normal mortals to reach. Songbirds and BEESTARS hum and sing and you can smell the whiff of fresh scent of DEWDROPS. GYPSIES wander here with GRACY act. And sometimes egos flare high with AMUVILLE. It's such a world where ANGELINAS can trash you to RAGS or you can smell the fragrance of ROZES in CARBONated air. You can literally feel the ticking of time with TICKOOCA .
(it's not the name of some African witch doctor performing some ritual on poor IT chatters).

My introduction to this room was through the KING himself who announced my arrival, like a DARBAAN.... standing at the door of some 5-star hotel by screaming into his 'bhonpoo' "SEBIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA GAYEEEEEEEEEEEE. And after that I couldn't go back. The people, the enigma, the aura of this room just entangled me in their intellectual web. I have never seen such an intellectual brigade at a single platform. They take you on an exciting ride of the world, far above what normal earthlings cognize, but still they are humble enough to believe

WISDOM CEASES 2 BE WISDOM WHEN IT BECOMES 2 PROUD 2 WEEP,
2 GRAVE 2 LAUGH
AND 2 SELFFUL 2 SEEK
OTHER THAN ITSELF.

They believe that

TENDERNESS AND KINDNESS ARE NOT SIGNS OF WEAKNESS AND DESPAIR
BUT MANIFESTATIONS OF STRENGTH AND RESOLUTION.

They taught me to have faith in one's self and one's capabilities. They accepted me with great warmth and they helped me in turning my adversity into my means of success. They helped me in my creative transition and encouraged me to channelize my thoughts. It was because of creepy and song's encouragement that I started blogging and it was classy's gentle coaxing @ so many times which helped me bury some ghosts. And it's only coz of creepy that I'm torturing you people with my sequels - (he's the official editor of my blog )------AND HIS SERVICES R FREEEE........(only fr blogging though) he he
So guys this was the Delhi Lounge. Very soon I will be back with the room of LALA RASPUTEEN ------IE
YAAR DOST INTERNATIONAL.

And another thing -- the girls of IT are very angry with me that I haven't given them any footage. Don't worry girls -- very soon I will come out with THE BEAUTIES OF IT.

And after that THE BEASTS (sorry MEN of IT)

TRYING 2 kill mosquitoes with cannon balls

2004-09-16T02:36:00.000-07:00

I am a person who -- though easily entertained -- often finds herself in a state of boredom and mindlessness... And as they say -- idle hands and mind are the devils workshop -- so the demon in me coaxed me big time to take you people on this joyride of understanding IT (THE TITANIC AND GIGANTIC CHAT SITE which crashes 3 time
s a day) willfully or unwillfully.

So here's my sequal-2
Part 1 is ABOUTT THE AURA AND FLAVOUR OF DIFFERENT ROOMS OF IT and today Confuscious is the flavour -- so me along with Uncle Confuscious will be your guides to make you understand the perplexities of this maze.
Let's start with the NUCLEUS of the site:
FLIRTING AND ROMANCE INTERNATIONAL:
The most happening hub of IT where 'muahs' prevail and abuses are right on the tail. If you are a stranger and you enter this room they will give you a chill if you decide to commit chat suicide by asking 'ASL' - and you will be a victim of frostbite. And if you are still stupid enough to push you will soon be on your way to the morgue with all kinds of abuses on ur trail.
So take the advice of Uncle Confuscious
NO-NO-NO RAIN DANCING IN THE TUB FULL OF WASPKILLER
Either you embrace the insanity by joining the fiery session of abuses and porn or run away while your sanity is still intact. But if you decide to elope you will miss the most exotic RIDE of your life time.
If by any stroke of luck you manage to get friendly with the icons or torch-bearers of the main brigade then chatting will be a joyride for you. After that in IT nobody will ever bug or harass you, You will become one of THE BLESSED ONES.
The main bhais and devas of this room are BAAP OF INDIATIMES, CYNOSURE, FOOTLOOSE SLINGER, MUNNA BHAI, BILL SEAN ETC. AND SINCE baap(sam) has adopted me as a DOTTY and cyno as a kiddoo friend -- I'm the blessed one now. I'm wrapped in a cascade of importance and now walk on solid ground with my head held high. (now i know why my neck is hurting big time - needs some humility)
These people who seem to be snobs and abusers from the highest hierarchy are the most intellectual and genuine persons from inside. They may sound trashy or sick abusers to the strangers with glasses of haze -- but they are the most wonderful and warm people to their friends. If seen with naked eyes without trying to dissect them - they are the people who won't crucify you for what you are and where you are from. They will just accept you the way you are and will take you in their cocoon of friendship -- so genuine and so pure that you will be shocked at the awakening of sweetest taste of friendship.
I may be little uptight for their tastes but I'm happy to be accepted in their circle and enjoying the bliss till it lasts.
Ok guys enough torture for today wait for the next sequel.
DELHI LOUNGE: And as you all know how lazydazy I'm so don't know when I will decide to attack the fragile nerves of you people. Till then... happy living!!!
Here is another quote from Uncle Confuscious, though I don't see any sense or place for it -- but still I will paste it:
LIFE IS SHORT EAT UR DESSERT FIRST
AND ANOTHER 1
NO NEED 2 BURN UR HANDS WITH TOASTER OVEN
He's too coool. I really like his whacky advises.