View through an Ad agency's glasses

What if the half-empty, oops...half-full glass...whatever, is placed in an ad agency!!!
Let's see....



We'll start with the creative director!!!

The creative director says, Give me the CDR file, the water is not looking genuine.

The copywriter views the glass for 10 minutes, and another 5 minutes and finally comes up with a 12 page brochure concept.

The client servicing executive desperately tries to convince the client that "glass is whatever the client thinks it is"

The client asks for three more options on the glass.
(yes, he is given a half-empty glass, half-full glass and a glass which is half)

The accountant of the ad agency feels the payment for the glass is still pending.

The peon confirms whether he will have to do yet another late night for this glass thing.

The media people are deciding to install an actual glass at the mall to garner a better response.

The suppliers inform that they wont be able to give more such glasses at a short notice.

The coordinator is busy making dummy bills on the quotation approved on the glass.

The merry-makers order a ton of pizzas because they know that they will have do a late night whether the thing is solved or not.

Meanwhile the glass is having a good nap!!!

The half-empty half-full glass

This is what i found on a website!!! opinions on a glass (filled with water upto 50% level). I think it will give you food for thought!!!


The optimist says the glass is half full.

The pessimist says the glass is half empty.

The project manager says the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.

The realist says the glass contains half the required amount of liquid for it to overflow.

And the cynic... wonders who drank the other half.

Anyway... Attitude is not about whether the glass is half full or half empty, it's about who is paying for the next round.

The professional trainer does not care if the glass is half full or half empty, he just knows that starting the discussion will give him ten minutes to figure out why his powerpoint presentation is not working.

The ground-down mother of a persistently demanding five-year-old says sweetheart it's whatever you want it to be, just please let mummy have five minutes peace and quiet.

The consultant says let's examine the question, prepare a strategy for an answer, and all for a daily rate of...

The inquisitive troublemaker wants to know what's in the glass anyhow... and wants the rest of it.

The homebuilder sees the dirty glass, washes and dries it, then puts it away in a custom oak and etched glass cabinet that he built himself using only hand tools.

The worrier frets that the remaining half will evaporate by next morning.

The fanatic thinks the glass is completely full, even though it isn't.

The entrepreneur sees the glass as undervalued by half its potential.

The computer specialist says that next year the glass capacity will double, be half the price, but cost you 50% more for me to give you the answer.

The first engineer says the glass is over-designed for the quantity of water.

The second engineer says (when the half is tainted) he's glad he put the other half in a redundant glass. (Based on a Dilbert cartoon by Scott Adams)

The computer programmer says the glass is full-empty.

The Buddhist says don't worry, remember the glass is already broken.

The Dutchman would suggest to both pay for the glass and share the content. Then tells you he will have the bottom half.

The personal coach knows that the glass goes from full to empty depending on the circumstances, and reminds the drinker that he can always fill the glass when he wishes.

The grammarian says that while the terms half-full and half-empty are colloquially
acceptable the glass can technically be neither since both full and empty are absolute states and therefore are incapable of being halved or modified in any way.

The waiter will hurry to replace the glass with a full one.

The magician will show you the glass with the full half at the top.

The physician says that the glass is not empty at all - it is half-filled with water and half-filled with air - hence, fully filled on the whole!

The musician says he/she is unimpressed with the promoter of the concert for not providing more alcohol.

The ineffective organization would discuss the question during the board of directors meeting, convene a committee to research the problem, and assign tasks for a root cause analysis, usually without a complete explanation of the problem to those assigned the tasks. The directors would consider the problem to be above the pay grade of those assigned root cause analysis tasks.

And more strangely:

The dog just wonders: can he eat the glass or will you throw it so he can bring it back

The cat wonders why the glass is only half full (or empty)... is it a trick... poison perhaps...

The eternally optimistic eccentric would say, the glass is consistently overflowing (or is that the neurotic?...)

The person who is no longer trapped in The Matrix (whatever one might call him/her) says: "There is no glass..."

More generationally:

The adolescent student says the glass is just another dirty trick played by the teacher to prove that students are dumb.


The 'perfect' 1950s housewife would not leave the glass sitting there long enough for anyone to consider the question, but would scoop it up, wash it up, dry it to a gleaming shine and put it back in the glass cabinet in a jiffy. No half-full or half-empty in her world... just a full glass or an untidy one.

The obsessive compulsive postpones the question until the level is checked, and checked again, and again, and again...

The phobic says yuck, someone drank out of it and left their germs on the glass.

What an opinionated glass!!!

Its a question of a question!!!

Once Again!!! I visited URNER and found a new lovely post!!! Few set of questions that need to be answered!!!


Ten How’s:
1. How did you get one of your scars?
If i choose one to be described here, other scars will feel bad. (i won't discriminate, my scars will sue me)

2. How did you celebrate your last birthday?
I haven't yet celebrated my last birthday. And i will never do!!!

3. How are you feeling at this moment?
Net has burst-ed again. I don know how will i post this article!!!

4. How did your night go last night?
Slept early.

5. How did you do in high school?
Memorized each and every moment!!!


6. How did you get the attire you’re wearing?
Mom mailed it to my hostel. It was a surprise. It's my favorite print that even my boyfriend likes.

7. How often do you see your best friend(s)?
I see my best friends every day. I eat, drink, sleep and LIVE with them. My mom, sis and Paa

8. How much money did you spend last month?
I don't spent money. I purchase things. :P


9. How old do you want to be when you get married?
I want to be very very young when i get married!!!

10. How old will you be at your next birthday?
Uh-oh i don't count my age...

Nine What’s:
1. Your mothers name:
Mumma

2. What did you do last weekend?
Ended the weak moments

3. What is the most important part of your life?
That i breathe (hope Ramdev Baba is not reading this, he wants us to breathe slow....ly)

4. What would you rather be doing?
I had rather be writing my own post, than filling this form

5. What did you last cry over?
I lost my happiness

6. What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?
Doing better things, makes me feel better

7. What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?
I overlook the important things and pay attention to sillier ones

8. What are you worried about?
I am worried about worrying.

9. What did you have for breakfast?
A silly Television commercial

Eight You’s:
1. Have you ever liked someone who had a girlfriend/boyfriend?
Yes, i liked my boyfriend who already has me as his girlfriend

2. Have you ever had your heartbroken?
Umm..lemme see..no, there are no visible scars

3. Have you ever been out of the country?
CounTRY: try, try and tried..but not yet

4. Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?
You mean, like filling such forms

5. Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?
If i would have been, i wont be alive to write this post

6. Have you ever had sex on the beach?


7. Have you ever dated someone younger than you?
I cannot. I feel younger wen i date someone. So, this situation isn't possible

8. Have you ever read an entire book in one day?
Do you want me to read one to you???

Seven Who’s:
1. Who was the last person you saw?
You mean, last person in the queue???

2. Who was the last person you texted?
I have texted the cops, to kidnap you...Your questions are not stopping.

3. Who was the last person you hung out with?
I am not a hang man.

4. Who was the last person to call you?
God. (He told me not to answer you)

5. Who did you last hug?
My pillow. It was feeling kinda low.

6. Who is the last person who texted you?
My boss. He wanted me to pay attention at work and leave this blog.

7. Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?
My work. And it said me the same thing, mwaaaah :)

Six Where’s:
1. Where does your best friend(s) live?
In my heart

2. Where did you last go?
http://listenuru.blogspot.com

3. Where did you last hang out?
I am not a hang man, yet again

4. Where do you go to school?
I think it should be WHY


5. Where is your favorite place to be?
I always want to be on my best friends mind

6. Where did you sleep last night?
Why? do you want to hire that place kya
(When you don't wish to answer, ask a question)

Five Do’s:
1. Do you think anyone likes you?
Yes, thats the reason i exist

2. Do you ever wish you were someone else?
Yes, I want to be my younger self again

3. Do you know the muffin man?
Who is spreading this rumor???

4. Does the future scare you?
I have never seen the future. Did you see? Was it scared by me?

5. Do your parents know about your blog?
How do you know this? they visit it regularly!!!

Four Why’s:
1. Why are you best friends with your best friend?
Because i have made them the best

2. Why did you get into Blogging?
Because i don't want people to see me talking to myself

3. Why did your parents give you the name you have?
Because they didn't know they will have to answer my this question. They keep on passing this question to each other. (Your mom named it, no your Pa named it)

4. Why are you doing this survey?
Why are you reading this survey

Three If’s:
1. If you could have one super power what would it be?
To create many super powers

2. If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?
Yes, till now you must have known that i am gonna talk about the moment when i started answering this survey

3. If you were stranded on a deserted island and could bring 1 thing, what would you bring?
My pictures with the person who came to pick me up


Two Would-You-Ever’s:
1. Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?
Yes, i will get back to my ex-sadness and turn it into happiness


2. Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?
My hair donation will save none. (the quality aint nice)

One last question:
1. Are you happy with your life right now?
Yes, i am answering the last question

You must have been tired. Because the 2nd rule of writing says "If its boring to you, its boring to your readers" :P

I did, I did not

Ohh My Gawd!!!
There are so many things i want to do, there are so few i would like to miss!!!
I found a list on some other Urvashi's blog (URNER - URvashi's corNER) and ctrl CVied it...So quick guys, hang on the list and find out the things you don't want to miss!!! And if you like this, do the same as what i did (do not forget to mention it)


1. Graduated high school.
2. Kissed someone.
3. Smoked a cigarette .
4. Got so drunk you passed out .
5. Rode every ride at an amusement park. (Not every, but most of them..)
6. Collected something stupid.(wrappers of expensive chocolate, picha of celebrities i dote on, junk quizzez (yes, i do)etc etc.)
7. Gone to a rock concert . (i want to, yaa...)
8. Helped someone. (can i count myself in someone???)
9. Gone fishing . (against fishing)
10. Watched six movies in one day. (worked as an usher for Asian film fest)
11. Lied to someone.
12. Snorted cocaine .
13. Smoked weed .
14. Failed a subject .
15. Been in a car accident . (touchwood)
16. Been in a tornado . (again touchwood)
17. Watched someone die. (missing her)
18. Been to a funeral .
19. Burned yourself.(Everytime while frying something…!!)
20. Run a marathon . (want to....)
21. Cried yourself to sleep. (umpteen number of times)
22. Spent over 10,000 bucks in one day. (lol...spent in fixed deposit)
23. Flown on an aeroplane .
24. Cheated on someone. (don't remember)
25. Been cheated on.
26. Written a 10 page letter . (but want to...expressing happiness)
27. Gone skiing .
28. Been sailing.
29. Cut yourself .
30. Had a best friend.
31. Lost someone you loved.
32. Got into trouble for something you didn’t do .
33. Stolen a book from the library .
34. Gone to a different country .
35. Watched the Harry Potter movies. (thanks to Sis)
36. Had an online diary. (Had..??? this is it)
37. Fired a gun. (to shoot balloons :P)
38. Gambled in a casino .
39. Been in a school play. (acted as modern anarkali)
40. Been fired from a job . (Still doing with my first job :P )
41. Taken a lie detector test .
42. Swam with dolphins .
43. Voted for someone on a reality TV show .
44. Written poetry. (explore the poet-tree section on this blog)
45. Read more than 20 books a year. (any kind of books will count)
46. Gone to Europe . (How I would Love to...)
47. Loved someone you shouldn’t have.
48. Used a colouring book over age 12.
49. Had a surgery. (dental surgery...got 4 teeth removed, will it count?)
50. Had stitches .
51. Taken a Taxi .
52. Had more than 5 Gmail conversations going on at once.
53. Been in a fist fight. (in kiddo days)
54. Suffered any form of abuse. (verbal, yes)
55. Had a pet . (lol...pet name???)
56. Petted a wild animal . (myself!!!)
57. Had your own credit card & bought something with it .
58. Dyed your hair .
59. Got a tattoo...(not the real ones, but the fake ones, yes!!!)
60. Had something pierced. (Just ears….!! M too afraid of piercing..!!)
61. Got straight A’s.
62. Known someone personally with HIV or AIDS .
63. Taken pictures with a webcam.
64. Lost something expensive.(many things, even happiness :P)
65. Gone to sleep with music on. (sometimes)

I pass this tag on to all those who love doing TAGS..!! :) Enjoy and do leave me a comment if you are taking this up..!! :)

My home

My home…
It’s like a world to me

For my parents
It’s a sanctum sanctorum
To share all their day
When we return in the evening

For my siblings
It’s room full of friends
Where they play everyday
And nurture their life with joy

For my neighbours
It’s a knock on the door
To borrow smiles and lend bliss
For this is what we have

For my relatives & friends
It’s just another home
Sharing everything we have
Weaving us an another family

For me
It’s like a world, indeed
With millions of memories
Living happily ever after

Terminal Love

Chunmun loves cake, especially hot baked chocolate ones.
At the tender age of three, he is like any other kid who is fond of everything that is chocolate. Cookies, puddings and ice-creams and whatever other things that essentially include chocolate. He loves watching cartoons as well - Mickey and his friends. He can do that for hours together goes on for hours together. I think it’s because of Mickey’s pet Pluto; Chunmun is quite fond of him. In fact, it was only yesterday, that he didn’t let me watch my favourite soap because of that cartoon. This irritates me to no end sometimes but it’s fine if it saves me the trouble to get him to eat.

“Honey, don’t you think all of us should go for a picnic?” my husband said to me one
evening/morning. “Hmm…even Chunmun will love it. He has become quiet these days, a good picnic will change his mood” I added to this plan, “I will prepare those butter cookies you are fond of…hmm…and also those cream-filled buns. We can ask Mrs. Khanna to pack lunch for us. And I think she will agree to prepare dinner when we come back. It will be ultimate fun, (We’ll have a great time) isn’t it Chunmun?”
“Each time you speak something, you prove the fact that women are fond of speaking, Okay then, this weekend let’s make a visit to the countryside. There’s a friend of mine who owns a resort there. It will be fun.”
“Yeah...”Chunmun nodded.

My kid is a sweetheart. Chunmun makes friends easily, just like me. Even at the resort, he was surrounded by kids and played non-stop. He easily turns into an
eye-candy wherever he goes. Kids don’t really understand what he blabbers but they enjoy it all the same.

I summoned Chunmun for lunch…but no, why should he come with me when all the
attention he needs is being showered on him by these tiny-tots? After all, this
is what children yearn for, isn’t it? Finally we moved for lunch, promising the
kids that they’ll get to play soon.

“Don’t forget to order those chocolate flavoured breads, or else it will become quite
difficult for me to pacify Chunmun” I reminded my husband. “Yes, I remember sweetheart”. My husband and his romantic outbursts are like rains in summers. Soon, we were joined by his friends, who appear at every picnic from nowhere. But this time it was a couple, so the ice melted soon. All four of us got along like a house
on fire. But there was something amiss. The wife seemed lost and I figured it
out soon. “Is something wrong?” I asked. “No…err..actually nothing…I love kids..”, she paused, “we don’t have any issues and so whenever I see a family like yours, I long for the same”

After spending some more hours together, they left for the city. That night, my
husband brought up the topic again. And we were sad as usual. When the
gynaecologist informed us that we cannot conceive, we were disheartened. We did not know what to do. It was then that my husband decided that instead of spending on costly treatments, we shall adopt. And then Chunmun came into our life. We have nurtured him like our own kid. He is our life. And we think that our
relationship with Chunmun will only go strong with time.

But if everything was perfect, no-one would pray to God says my mother. When we
returned from our weekend picnic, a peculiar kind of plague had gripped the
city. Just like the pigs in the earlier one, this time it was dogs. One by one,
all the dogs started dying. Our Chunmun died too.

my true friend

I touched it. It touched me back.
I smiled and it smiled too!!! It was imitating my every move. I was enjoying the attention. But soon was irritated. I didn't like this. I wanted something new from it. But no!!! It believes in copying my moves. I waited. Tired, i smiled again. And it smiled back. I hugged it. And finally was friends with it as now understood it to an extent.

The reason i address it as 'it' is that it is neither she or he. It is experience. It is happiness. In other words, it is life. How strange it seems!!! Life imitates your every move. You smile and it smiles back. And your frown is returned with the same. When i try to wait, then life waits for me. My life is my reflection. The way i behave, my life behaves the same. She looks ditto. As if it's my mirror. But the equation between me and my life changes when surroundings overcome us. Like true friends, we never doubt each other but the situations compels us to do otherwise.

How i wish, it were just me and my life. No boundaries, no people, no situations around us. In that manner, we would have never complained, never demanded anything from each other. We would just sit and relax. Watch each other move, help each other grow. And guide each other to what is best, without thinking of consequences. If i were wrong, she would have scolded him, and not let me do wrong. And when i did something good, she would have appreciated me, without being jealous and waiting for too long.

When life and me are good friends, then time too will join us. Time knows what is good for both of us. Time is like our father, who stands by us through thick and thin. And also love, our mother. Love has nurtured both me and life. So we consider love as our mother. Our siblings, happiness and dreams play with us and our favorite game is hide and seek. And this game sometimes create troubles. Happiness finds a tricky place to hide. She is just below our nose, and we try to find her in every lane. And when we finally find her out, we blame her for cheating. But thats not right, na? Dreams is always there with us, but as a silent observer. And I respect him for this.

I so much want other good friends to join us. So that we can turn the ones with bad feelings into good. O my my!!! I love my life and promise to nuture it with dreams and happiness, time and again. God bless!!!

Weight and watch

"But i had prayed you. I told you earlier only, that i will fast an entire week if you make me thin."
Above is a snippet from Conversations with God. People make foolish demands sometimes and the authenticity of God answering prayers is questioned. The girl in question here is Mahi. She is not overweight but she is somewhat healthy. Peer pressure requires her to loose weight. So that she can join the bandwagon of perfect slim girls, who don't have to think twice before buying a tee-shirt; who can fit in an auto where already three are seated, who don't get scoldings from Mom to loose weight (in fact, they are asked to gain some!!!). So my dear Mahi, tried some exercises and yoga and power yoga and gymming and dieting and what not. But each thing was tried just for two days. Which obviously didn't fulfill her incy wincy wish. So her last resort was praying to God. "if you make me thin in a month, i will fast for a week" Leaving everything to God, she forgot everything about loosing weight. In fact, she had three sweetmeats a day and never exercised. Oh yes, instead of loosing, she gained much in a month's duration.

"But i told you God"
How can God help Mahi now, when she didn't help herself? Yes, its true that one should never worry about future, and leave everything to almighty. But in the mean time, we should keep making efforts. So that God knows you want it desperately. And you are playing your part. I remember Bhagvad Gita: Karm Karo, fal ki iccha mat karo. Or for the newbies, its 3 idiots: Kabil bano, kamyabi jhak mar ke aayegi.

Only hard work doesn't help. What needed is ample amount of patience. Once you have asked God to help and you are doing your bit, then the next step will be leaving everything to God. Now you will have to wait and watch (in the mean time, work hard to reach your goal). I think this will work for Mahi too. Now that God has not helped her, she will do something on her own. She needs to keep patience and practice a form of exercise/ yoga for atleast a week to see the results. And after this, she will definitely loose and this time she needs to thank God.

Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai

The title suggests, this one is an extension of my last post "Sarcasm Rules". I am not kinda couch potato, but my fingers click the button, as soon as i see "Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai" being showcased. I can watch the series, again and again and again. I say this after watching each episodes atleast 10 times. I think the series were telecasted during 2005. Since then, its a ruling rooster.

For those caught unaware, Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai is a sitcom set in quintessential upper class family in Mumbai. The elite who stays in luxurious apartment in a posh area. The smart family is made up of Indravadan Sarabhai and his wife Maya, who live in an apartment with their younger son Rosesh, and their elder son Sahil and his wife Monisha live in the opposite flat.

The profuse Sarcasm flows in the veins of the entire family (except that of Rosesh). Its a clean humor with no typical odd comedy which finds a place in sitcoms telecasted at present.

The reasons for me drooling on this show are many. First being the character of Maya Sarabhai played by Ratna Phatak. The sarcasm she uses to depict a situation, the way she loves Rosesh and her domination on Indravardhan (her husband) is just fantastic. Maya has a very good vocabulary. She is the one who makes a sentence quite difficult to understand for commoners. A typical upwardly mobile lady who is a Page 3 personality, who has a taste for everything that's class apart, she thinks so. A person who abhors "middle classism" whether it be words or manners. The close victim of this behavior of hers is her daughter-in-law, Monisha. Her name originally being Manisha, which was changed as it sounded middle class.

The next eye-candy is Monisha, the centre of attraction (quite in negative way). She bargains, screams, misbehaves and does all those thing, which is against the family's social status. Her leaving home at the drop of a hat (she is all packed with clothes packed shabbily in a suitcase), is my favorite of all: "Saahil, me ghar chodke ja rahi hun" She is shown storming out of the house. Everytime, she does this, Sahil, her husband gives her enough a reason to not leave. The reasons are quite funny, one being..."Darling, there's a 50% sale in the mall" And she stops then and there!!!


The series would not be so good without Sahil. His comments are the icing on the cake. A perfect husband and son at the same time. Mind you, its a very job of all. His solutions do work. Ohh, yes...he is a surgeon by profession which doesn't affect the make-do of the sitcom at all, he is never shown working. Neither is Indravardhan Sarabhai, his father. A foodie by heart, Indu (he is so called) loves his wife but hates the milk which is a regulation Maya has devised for him.

Then there's funny Roshesh with his weird poems, jee memsaab maid Radhabai, servant Vittal. Also, Sonya (daughter of Maya) and her tech-savvy husband. All make a great package indeed. The celebrities who keep visiting this household fit in so easily that their 'guest' tag is shed in seconds.

How i wish that this series is started again!!! Miss you all at Sarabhai v/s Sarabhai!!!

Sarcasm Rules!!!

It indeed does. When you don't want to make a person feel bad, yet wanna put across your "comment", then its sarcasm that comes to your rescue. Although it is inherent in me, as my Granny uses it and so does my Paa, yet i cultivated the skills to use it more often. I think being Sarcastic makes you intelligent of sorts. Its a talent actually. A right blend of words, accent, tone and other tit-bits together make a complete package thats simply great!!!

Since childhood, i m kinda meek...and i use to easily take negative comments made on me and usually felt bad for it. Then as i grew up, i took the habit of attacking people when they commented, which worked against me. It was then that my sister taught me the art of Sarcasm. I honed it easily. Now they think twice before making absurd comments as the Deadly Weapon of Sarcasm will make their waging tongues bleed. How i love to see their pale faces as their is not much left to argue after a incy wincy sarcastic answer!!!

I also love being sarcastic cause you can easily back out when you are attacked after making it. Ah!! i didn't mean this buddy!!! and all sweet craps. The real problem lies when people don't understand the sarcasm at all. They continue being their usual self with no chance of improving in the near future. Yes!! you got it right. It usually happens with me, when people dont get my comment, esp. the new acquaintances. I have a habit of cracking sarcastic jokes, which fall flat on the faces with no expressions returned. And by the time, you explain your joke, it has lost all meaning. Or other times, they say that they knew what it meant, but were ignoring it anyways (i know guys, they wont accept it) Sometimes, my oldies who know my sarcasm explain the new ones...Arrey, she has a habit of being sarcastic. What do i say then?? i just smile and curse myself for using it!!!

But beware!!! sarcasm can also spoil your relations. As once understood, your friends will not take you very positively and will always doubt whether whatever you said is in right spirit or the other way round!! As sarcasm gives you ready answers and also questions...you are not considered to be perfect company - a person who listens. (Sometimes you have to keep your mouth shut, tightly i mean). My Maa warns me if i use it, her idea being it wont be accepted at your in-laws place (But i think this would be the only weapon, i will be allowed to use there)

Nevertheless, Mr. Sarcasm is only good when you use it sometimes and that too in cases to defend yourselves. And in case, you are bubbling with it, start selling them or train people, how to use it effectively (of course by charging those good at heart morons)!!!

“Honesty is the best policy -- when there is money in it.”

A year gone by, A year ahead!!!

365 days!!!
Smile Please. My first snap of the year 2009 taken on 1st of January resembles to that taken on 31st December. It just resembles and is not the same. Why does this happen??? In a matter of 365 days, have i changed? The truckloads of laughter and spoons of tears, the quilts of happiness and shower of blessings, changes a lot many things, every year. The resolutions and the promises done in the New Year change their meaning as you approach the year end. The things you craved for in the first half, no longer holds any importance to you in the later one.

And the last day, the 31st, makes you feel that the entire year was an unopened gift, which you won’t be allowed to open in the next year. So folks make a plan to wine and dine, to make up for the past. But does this one day will make any difference to time gone by? Or in other words, will just one day cover up all the 365 days? Will it bring back the January you decided to fly kites with those school friends of yours? Or that October when you missed your mom’s birthday?

But celebrations on this last day, is an attempt to make up for the past, which is good for sure. But can on this eve of New Year, can we promise ourselves, that this celebration will not end. Not at least in our hearts. If I forget my mom’s birthday, I will celebrate whenever I remember it. Even if she is thousands of miles away, then I will gather my friends and relatives and celebrate wherever I am. Positive vibes will fly away to her, making her feel good. This year I wont let the spirit of companionship die. This will go on for years. A revolutions of sorts that sure gonna bring good times.

that unknown phase

I went there. Although i feared the anonymity of the place, yet it being the last resort, i went there. The place was not much crowded, just a few groups chatting among themselves. They didn't notice that i had come. As i rambled through the crowd, i started searching for familiar faces. I knew that there were none. But i think it's a human tendency to find someone familiar, a creeper, to whom he can relate in this abstract world. Just a few steps away, there were scores of shacks selling everything that the world needs. But only a few found their takers. Because everyone doesn't need everything, everyday.

Soon the whispers transformed into murmurs. The crowd started staring in a particular direction. A lady dressed like a princess, was approaching us. Her divine smile knew no bounds. She glanced here and there and everywhere, every little corner...as if she is blessing us all. She was passing the crowd and within a few moments, she was out of sight. Her appearance made me sure, this was the familiar face i was looking for. My eyes pierced the crowd, but she was nowhere to be found. She made me think. Was she a part of this crowd, or she existed just in my thoughts!! A reality or a fantasy. Even the crowd appeared normal, no whispers, nothing; as if nothing had happened. Where is the lady? Noone answered me. At least, one thing was for sure. She was no less than an angel. If only, i was her.

My feet took me towards the stores. An array of accesories greeted me. Of all, what caught my eye was a multicolor kaftan. The colors, texture and its feel reminded me of something. Something very distant. As if, I fell in a deep well. It was somewhat odd but also familiar at the same time. I felt relaxed. A shrieking cry broke the spell casted on me. A small girl had slipped off the parapet of the terrace but was caught by a man standing below. Probably the wailing lady at the parapet is her mother. She rushed past the terrace and in no time, took the custody of her daughter from that Stranger. This incident had built a strong relation between two unknown persons. An hour ago, both were strangers...But now, they have a connection. The crowd started dispersing. And in no time, got involved in its own work.

I was compelled to buy the kaftan. i wore it then and there, reminiscing my childhood. As i moved towards the bridge, my mind wandered to the girl who slipped off the terrace. Her mother's shreik was an evident enough that she was afraid of losing her baby. Then why the same mother doesn't shreik when she bids farewell to her daughter. Why does she is eagerly waiting to loose her daughter to the big bad world out there. Perhaps, she thinks that just as the man who caught her daughter when she slipped from the terrace, her daughter's husband will save her whenever she falls.

My thoughts took me to the bridge. I stood near the grill, watching the blue waves. Life, to me, seems an endless wait. Need for something or someone occupies our mind. This time, i wanted space. A space to breathe, with no questions occupying my mind space. In the morning, i moved out of the house. Not leaving it forever, but at least leaving it for time being. That time, i dint know the time i would return. So i silently moved out. Noone in my family knew i was here. The daily ordeal at home had brought me to this bridge. I think this was to break the shackles of routine. For this, the bridge is a perfect place. Just like its name, it bridges the gap between my soul and my mind. It answers many a questions which get dumped in the old trunk. i began emptying the trunk. My thoughts were dumped at the end of it. Many a things above them had occupied my mind. They uncovered exposing my true self to me.

This morning was so odd. I had felt so lonely when i was leaving the home. The market which i visit everyday, seemed quite different too. I felt as if everyone was watching me with questions in their eyes. This is the same market that welcomes me everyday. Then why such behaviour today? Is it because, i was on my own today? i felt as if the crowd knew my inhibitions. Or it might be due to my inhibitions that i felt the crowd different. Also that divine lady. She seemed like my other self. However much i deny, but sometimes deep in my heart, i want the crowd to talk about me when i pass. Then that multicolor kaftan which resembled my colorful childhood which i miss. Again that lady resembled my mother who is worried about her daughter.

Why is it that we keep on craving for things? Its like one thing takes us to the other. This reminds me of a poem which i was ask to mug in my childhood. Without understanding its meaning, i jotted it down in my diary..but now when i read it, i know this is the state of every mind these days.
"For a want of nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe the horse was lost. For want of a horse the rider was lost. For want of a rider the battle was lost. For want of a battle the kingdom was lost. And all for the want of a horseshoe nail"
Our wants ensure us that we are doomed, or atleast make us feel that we are. Why is it that. It starts from a tiny one like just needing a means to commute which suddenly trasforms into a Merc or a Limo.

My stream of consciousness took me into a distant land. Only to be tapped by a passer by to move, as i was blocking the way. I hurriedly stood to brush my clothes. With the passer by, even the lonely bridge had a companion. But the bridge knows, this is ephemeral. This is the same with people in our lives, who come and go, leaving an impression on our minds, sometimes good, other times bad, which is judged by the life as and when it unfolds. Cause today's bad might be tomorrow's good or the other way round.

I refolded my stole and smiled at the ocean (after all, till now he knew all my secrets) The waves bowed as if asking me to hug them. I did. I waved them and found myself walking towards home.

Damned

The best brains together with weight gains
Says who???

Talks like a parrot, eats like a carrot
Cares who???

There’s no tomorrow, so today I borrow
Minds who?

Nuthins so great in life to be
But they say life itself is
Soo soo great

I might like a mango. But they don’t
So this makes me an outcast

It’s the herd that is to be followed
And pride that is to be swallowed

My life’s movie has a background score
It sometimes slow, other times a roar

Listen no comments, bear no brunt
Feel and forget everything upfront

This is my life, no sweet no sour
Attitude will take me very very far

Ohh my my i am so late now
For the time being, it’s ciao

The Three Jewels

It is a cold December evening in the holy city of Gangtok. The market place is full of tourists and cows. The vendors are screaming at the top of their voices. Jishu is sitting alone in the confines of his shop. He owns an Antiques Showroom, which he acquired from his late father. Business is good. Feeding his family is not much of a problem, as he is unmarried, even though he is 46. He just has an ailing mother to take care of, back home. Jishu was always fond of antiques. Not just because his father owned the showroom. He simply liked them. There was always something unsaid about each one of the antiques in the showroom, which he could feel, yet could not express in mere words. There was one in particular, a Buddha bust, below which were engraved the words:

Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami

He could never figure out what that phrase actually meant. He was not ignorant of the word meaning of the phrase. It meant, ‘I am going to Lord Buddha’s sharan.’ However, that was surely not, what it actually meant. Jishu wondered, ‘How can one just isolate one’s family and all belongings and leave for Lord’s sharan? Wasn’t it the duty of the head of the family to take care of all, rather than leaving them at destiny’s cradle?’
A sharp cry suddenly brought him back to reality. All thoughts of Buddha and his sharan vanished into thin air. With a faint thud, all the lights went off. The entire street felt ghostly. A sudden chaos emerged from the crowd ahead of him on the streets. The very crowd, which was cheerful and joyous just moments ago, suddenly began to panic. It was stark dark out there. Candles lit up soon. The murmuring increased.
In the midst of it all Jishu was surprised how beautiful the street looked with just a few candles that lit it... Soft light spread the entire street and particular incense relaxed him. The sound of his favourite chant “Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami” filled the atmosphere intriguing him to the core. He gazed the street anxiously waiting to see what was all this about. Orange robes appeared on the lanes holding candles. There was something on the face of these Buddhist monks which made Jishu stare at them, he not even blinked for a while. He was lost in their charm.
The procession soon passed. And everyone was same as before. Except Jishu. A seer emptiness filled him. He was not able to concentrate. The chant kept repeating itself in his mind. He hurriedly saw the antique and felt the inscription “Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami” He was touched. He knew something was coming, which will change his entire life, inside out. Something that awaited him all his life. He decided to find the soul, the essence of the chant. That day he asked his neighbour the way to the Rumtek monastery.
Jishu was up around 4 in the morning. He left a letter on his red wooden table addressed to his mother. He began for the monastery. Jishu felt as he was guided by some unknown light to reach that mysterious place. And unknowingly he started chanting “Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami”. When he was halfway through, there was a magnetic attraction that drew Jishu to his destination. He reached there and found himself among orange robes and smiling faces. A sermon was about to start under a huge banyan tree. He joined it and waited impatiently for it to begin. Little did Jishu know that this sermon will transform him completely!
“Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami”
Putthassa loka dhammehi Cittam yassa na kampati Asokam virajam khemam Etam mangala muttamam
Meaning He whose mind does not flutter, by contact with worldly contingencies, sorrowless, stainless and secure. This is the Supreme Blessing
Bodhi further said, “The Buddha's teaching can be thought of as a kind of building with its own distinct foundation, stories, stairs, and roof. Like any other building the teaching also has a door, and in order to enter it we have to enter through this door. The door of entrance to the teaching of the Buddha is the going for refuge to the Triple Gem — that is, to the Buddha as the fully enlightened teacher, to the Dhamma as the truth taught by him, and to the Sangha as the community of his noble disciples."
In all, “To do no evil; to cultivate good; to purify one's mind: This is the teaching of the Buddhas. --The Dhammapada”
Jishu pondered over the lines. That night he saw a dream, a unique one. He was following a blue light amidst the woods. He woke up hurriedly and decided to leave for home. In the morning when he reached home, he told this to his mother. His mother, however, knew what was coming. She didn’t respond. But after a while, she asked Jishu that if you become a monk, who will take care of us. Jishu remained quiet. He left.
Jishu’s antique shop didn’t have many visitors that day. He uncovered his favourite antique and felt the inscription, for the fifth time in the day. He knew his true call. Buddhism had summoned him. But he was in two minds. He wanted to take care of his family, as it was totally dependent on him. And if he leaves them in that situation, he won’t achieve true salvation. He explained his situation to one of the bodhis. He received a reply which cleared his anxiety. Buddhism doesn’t mean hermitage, it means salvation. The essence of Buddhism lies in three jewels. One who achieves that shall achieve salvation. “Buddham Sharnam Gacchami” I take refuge in the Buddha. I take refuge in the Dharma. I take refuge in the Sangha.
Jishu began practicing Buddhism. His new life was the mirror of Bodhi principles. After he was relieved of worldly responsibilities, he attained salvation by practicing The Three Jewels. He always had his favorite antique by his side, one which guided him to Buddhism.

Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami
Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami
Buddham Sharanam Gachhaami

They, me and the state

They sing the Dance of Death
For me it’s the Band of Boredom
They call it a sense of Ennui
For me it’s the essence of existence

When for them it’s the awakening
State of Lethargy is for me
And for them it’s a tough fight
An easy recipe for me

There are words eaten by them
Mine are free-flowing and endless
They seem in a state of urgency
It’s a delayed duty for me

They think its Gender Differences
It’s Wavelength Difference for me
They know it’s beyond their etiquette
But a call of protocol for me

For them it may be just a thing
Like a world it’s for me
Then it’s a small step for them
But a wide gap it is for me

Greater, Greater, Life on a Crater

Imagine something greater
Like life in a crater

This City is full of pits
We are living life in some bits

Lets escape to the moon
For april, may and june

Not only 'tll be calm
My wounds'll also heal

Wont go alone there
To my folks, 't wont be fair

Sorry dude, no sms on moon
i promise, 'll return soon

Air for breakfast, crust for lunch
for dinner, 've moonlight to munch

Play and talk and talk and talk
early morning, 'll go for walk

No mosquitoes to bite me out
No boss on me to shout

It would b a perfect holiday
After that 'll shift for everyday

All set to imagine everything greater
Flyin' off for life on a crater

If I feel, I will

If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.

The person who has written must have gone through many philosophies. Finally he came to a conclusion that its our emotions that play our life, not others. Others emotions are a consequence of ours.

Chained Thoughts

Living my life in a viscious circle
Oblivious of a corner
Nor a destination
Dried out of fascination

My ambitions are dependent
And thoughts are chained
Have a particular stand
Which is hard to understand

Its not out of happiness
Nor a sorrow may be
But it is full of dreams
Unbaked though it seems

Want to free the minds
Of surfaced dependency
No doubt its a parasite
Which needs a tough fite

For me, its not money
Rather its convenience
Which makes life busy
And my head dizzy

A bag full of questions
Hunting for solutions
But i think its dependancy
Which hurts my fancy

A bath in my thoughts
Followed by a weep a cry
Stop!!! lifes not tough
Rather it is rough

Its not my fault
For its my make
Finding faults here n there
Ending its a stupid fair

Sayin sorry again n so
Will not make things better
By pumping a guilt factor
Fifty gallons per hectare

This is no poetry
But my chained thoughts
Spilling outta everywhere
Changin lanes in fast gear

What can be said in New Year rhymes,
That's not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that's the burden of a year.
by Ella

My jottings are brief
like a roadside flower
that passers-by see
but do not remember
- Tagore