MY IDOL:: PRAMATH MALIK

MY IDOL:: PRAMATH MALIK
HE NEVER SHOWED ME A PATH TO FOLLOW BUT ALWAYS INSPIRED ME TO MAKE ONE FOR MYSELF!!
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Three/4 mistakes of my life

I was at my friend's place and fortunately unfortunate enough, or maybe unfortunately fortunate enough, forgot to carry any of my engineering books in order to pretend that after a pathetic performance throughout the semester I am worried about my exams and wont be studying last night this time.

So I had to engage myself in something better than Facebook, buying people or their photographs at the Application OWNED and become a disillusioned millionaire

So then I wikified the wonky shelf of novel corner of my friend's elder sister and found the new release
The three mistakes of my life~Chetan Bhagat!!!!
And then I made my mistakes
My first mistake:: picked the book::
Second mistake:: read it::
Third mistake:: completed it::
Fourth:: i am writing about the book::
No fourth one is actually dicey thing to say as of now because I don't think anybody so pseudo intellectually strong ever bothers to read CHETAN BHAGAT!

The story is basically about a man Govind Patel from Belrampur(Gujarat) who writes a suicide email to Mr Chetan Coelho I mean Chetan Bhagat after popping sleeping pills.
Actually the book should be named as
"Govind decides to die”
or
“Chetan wants to become Paulo Coelho"
And the heights of shamelessness is attained when he directly produces lines from 11 minutes. Seems someone is too ignorant to even give a thought that readers are not as dumb as he is.
Seems Mr Bhagat is quite impressed by hackneyed ideologies of Indian film directors who put item songs for mirchi masala in the movie.
Cricket rules India that is true but what he cant understand is cricket is not what readers prefer reading about all the time and a commentary from you was clearly the lowest thing associated to  history of Indian cricket 

Anyways in between his reminder clock strikes his ninth bell and he decides to put in the ghastly intercourse of five point someone or maybe as a scholar he has dark little fantasy of watching professor indulged in sex together. But then India is ranked second after Pakistan when it comes to watching porn and "Penthouse" has record breaking sales in India. So he doesn’t have to make it cheesy  and cliche. it has already got enough to make it Farah Khan’s next movie even if she decides to ask Nana Patekar to play  Govind.

Trying to portray a typical cynical Mr Narendra Modi's mystical saffron Gujarat what Chetan has forgotten is even though he has shifted to Singapore India is not relying for him for any development. Things have taken giant strides when it comes to change of saffron canvas here. But then our IITian dude is the coolest Dood when it comes to writing about
INDIA HIS : Murderland!


Guajarati’s will never like it because it is even worse than
Madame` Italy Sonia Gandhi unleashed
COMMUNALISM AND COWARDMENT/GOVERNMENT IN GUJARAAATTT!!

Monday, May 5, 2008

pondered thought!

Something you always try to find and something you are not aware of but as a social entity your primary attribute is the trait of searching for your replica, whenever you meet individuals here and there. And your friends are here because they are the least intolerable of all the people you meet .

mango-shake::cold-coffee`no electricity`

As a boy I am very perplexed. When it comes to handling my personal sightings. I am like any other normal college going student with an amalgamation of colour be it grey blue or even black. But then I am also a human being how can I have only lighter shades I need to carry my doom along.
When I try to be alone and don’t share my set of problems with anyone my friends say I am so mechanical and suffer from personal obsession and superiority complex that I am more mature than others. But the reality is am scared people might make fun of my ailment so I don’t like talking about it.
And this probably is not my problem.
Have you ever thought how many times you have ever bothered to listen to the reply from the person whom you asked a moment ago how are you.
do it not because you have to do it but becasue you like to do it!!

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

The art of living for a teenager

Personally I believe truth lies beneath the shadow of existence as life is more like a continuum rather than eggs of the wind consequently being good and acting with the right opinion are two different aspects of subject matter.
The highest form of human excellence is to question our self.
Moral excellence is more a matter of divine bequest than parental nurture so we shouldn't blame our parents for everything we do. Our actions should have full faith on our self. As our wisdom is limited to an awareness of our own ignorance and being an active interlocutor of celestial conversation the best way for us to live is to focus on self-development rather than the pursuit of material wealth.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Bollywood is a fantasy factory. Its products do not aim to explain the world around us where as art has always been the best arm to explain the life of human being.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

pondered paradox:
"our culture is glorified by non-violence but our freedom was born in blood and our independence is soaked in it!!"

My FMORT

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i am tagged by http://umangexuberance.blogspot.com/

Everything tells me that i am about to make a wrong decision,but making mistakes is just part of life.What does the world want of me??does it wants me to take no risks,go back to where i came from so that i can repent that i never had the courage to say yes to life.life brings realisation,realisation that opportunity only knocks once...and so i should grab whatever it has to offer!Everything here is an illusion and this applies to materialistic as well as non-materialistic things as well.Anything i thought was mine forever was lost and finally i have realised that nothing really belonged to me.And if there is nothing i can tag as mine then what is the point wasting time looking after them....so i want to live beacuse i am not going to live long!

AXIOM::A cup of tea!

i make very nice tea but i never use to make one good cup of tea ,for a nice tea it had to be more than one cup .No matter how hard i tried one cup tea always use to turn up into some tasteless liquid.And so i always use to ask myself why does this happen.today i found the answer ...it is because i think tea is all about being gregarious.It is a way to socialise and spend time with your kith and kins!You like tea not because of its taste but because of the quality time that you spend.and the faith you have is always reflected in your actions that's why i said i believe
But i make very good "a mug of coffee " sip and introspect ALONE!! :)

Friday, November 23, 2007

JAIPUR FOR ME!!

I was recentl in jaipur and few things touched me so very much that i decided to put them up here!!
http://picasaweb.google.com/abhsahay/JaipurForMe

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

miracle child rises again!!

The miracle child has started to feel that love is not something one can boast but at the same time there is nothing to conceal.
And thus finally the miracle child is ready to express what he feels about love ... for a while we swap souls so that he can pen down his thoughts......
My aim to understand love......i know how alive i felt when i was in love and now i know everything howsoever interesting it may appear doesn't excite me.
All the relations are fading or maybe transforming into suffocating chains.I am not saying that i am not in love with her anymore but living is difficult these days
i have no one to share with and the one whom i want to is not available due to his share of responsibilities and duties.anyways...
her presence can be felt but not solidified.She is like a gush of stream that i want to gallop in one go,it rushes around me .....but never touches me!I believe she can see me,but if she can see me then why does she wants to make me feel miserable?Is she not aware of the ailment i am suffering from?Is she happy to see me crying?
All my going around days i use to think about love as some kind of voluntary enslavement,but now i have realised that freedom is only present where love exists.The person who gives himself wholly feels freest.
True experience of freedom is having the most important thing in the world without touching possessing or owing her....i say this maybe because she is away from this world...but i am not Landon carter with a "a walk to remember"....i am a normal human being trying to live when everything is on the brink of getting drowned!
If i want to be faithful to someone then first i need to be faithful to myself.If i wish to preserve my true love then first i should get the mediocre love out of my system.
Because love is not eager it is always patient and kind,it is never jealous selfish or revengeful.It is always ready to excuse and let you fly...and is love is HOPE!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

In last three months experience i learnt a new language...the language very well known to the world but spoken very less....SILENCE!!

Friday, November 16, 2007

passing thought:
All religion are in essence
the same:they preach the fatherhood of God and brotherhood of man
!!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

##brio-doctrine ##
"Those who want to live, let them fight, and those who do not want to fight in this world of eternal struggle do not deserve to live."

Sunday, November 11, 2007

passing thought : organised people are too lazy to look for things.....!!

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

collosium

We often say that mom you won’t understand …forget it you won’t understand. But have you ever bothered to think that why cant she understand? She could understand your needs when you were few months old, unable to utter a single word. A single gesture could make her understand what you need.
It is actually not about not understanding it is about what you wish to do in order to make her understand.
Sometimes I just wonder when people say, love is so beautiful. Being in love makes you feel celestial. And the parents become a long forgotten story. I just sometimes wonder, how someone you have known for twenty months, be more important than one who has loved you for twenty years. Yes, love is beautiful indeed but only if you understand the silver lining of love and lust.

I feel life is all about your mother. Actually life is like a journey of a rocky island. First it is born from the mother sea like a baby from any life form. She is thrilled to give birth and splits her organs to make space for her child. It starts to rise from the mothers drapes. The mother is always protective and tries to hide its kid from the peculiarities of life. She sacrifices her personal calm and peace and from disturbances that can create enough waves within her to hide her kid so that the dangers can be avoided about which the child is unaware. Initially the kid is insecure and hides in the mother’s breast very easily.
But gradually it grows and stands towering rebelling and repelling its own creator, mother. It abuses and physically repels the mother. It tries to destroy the mother’s caring waves which she wants to bestow upon him. Yet she thinks it is a craving to explore new things around her and she forgives her child. And the kid unknowingly keeps hurting his mother.
And finally, a time comes when the kid joins another island. They join together and try to restrict mother. In fact they restrict their mother so that she can’t even put her hand on the body of her son. whenever she wants to send her loving waves to the island t wash the dirt off her son, the soon tries to repel it, breaks the hand and forces her to retreat. But a mother is like the epitome of affection she keeps trying and sometimes during high tides full of emotions showers herself on the high rocky island. The mothers thirst is satisfied for a while. You must have wondered why the sea is so calm after high tide. I hope now you know why.

But nature has got her own set of rules. It makes sure that with time the mother remains strong enough and the kid gradually erodes. It is hit and re hit by the waves of the sea and finally withered into small particles of sand that are lead back to the sea bed. But there are also sons that remain so gradual in their gradient that the mother easily can reach every point of his body and there forms the mountains like Himalayas……truly respecting its origin and deep routed enough..always remembering where he rose from..always respecting the mother’s affections.
So if you have a problem with your mother, the problem is within you.