601,250 and 40,000-stats and questions
November 18, 2008 § 13 Comments
This is my 601th post.
The next poem,will be the 250th i write in my blog.
i will be crossing 40,000 hits(mostly would have by the time you come here to comment,see the sidebar).
So that is a lot of number and stat crunching 🙂 And talking about stats my blog has been hit by the recessions too 🙂 But i am sure,i will recover before the economies do(all it takes,is a couple of movie reviews and it will be jumping again).
So 600 posts,seems a lot,doesn’t it.Maybe that is why my page rank is 6 🙂
Ha well funny thing how these numbers give us satisfaction.
Anyway,i found a few questions in Lena’s blog.
So lets see what are your answers 🙂
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. Something I have and YOU want?
4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
5. Describe me in one word.
6. What was your first impression of me?
7. Do you still think that way about me now?
8. What reminds you of me?
9. If you could give me anything what would it be?
10. How well do you know me?
11. How do you see me in the future?
12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?
13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?
Well and since its been a long 601(even though most of you are pretty new here) ,lets see what you all think of my blog.Thanks Nita for this idea.
Ha,its been good blogging 🙂
November 13, 2008 § 7 Comments
NOTE:-This is a beginning of a story.I will continue if you all like it.
He walked in.With a terrorising laugh,he turned to the man who lay near the wall.He rubbed his hands.Another victim for torture.He was going to love this,this one seemed to be the type who acted tough and then broke and put their thumbs into their mouth.He wondered which finish he would choose.(Rubbing his hands again)”Ha well that can wait,lets get started shall we” ,He said looking at the man.
He had heard about him.He was known as Terror.The name was enough to send most guards at the institute into coma.In fact they used the name to extract information.HE knew what was going to happen.He prayed that,he would die.Death they said was the best thing that could happen to you at his hands.He thought of her.”Darling…” he cried out,as terror began with a kick-it had started.
“ha darling,lovely darling,good boy,there good boy(strokes his hair)…terror is here now,don’t worry,dear,I won’t hurt you,see” .HE kicked him again.The guy coughed.”Now that was nothing dear…ha well,coooody coooody tell me all you know and we will just take a couple of layers of skin,yummy yummy..”
“I don’t know anything..”
“oh! cut it darling,it doesn’t work with me.This is no movie,I don’t like pretence,get it,GET IT? No no,this isn’t just right is it…hmm…hmm…get this straight,tell me now and you might be in one piece or yummy yummy ,yum yum,twish,i will peel you layer by layer,like cheese..hmmm..ummm…yummy,i love cheese..”
“Ya well i know you will and yes this is no movie.Why don’t you remove these ropes,lets face it shall we”.
“HA,that is brave(kicks him),ya that hell will be too nice,but not now,he he,i would like to that,but if you get away…yum..those creatures out there,will all be my fish,raw fish,fishy fishy fish”.
HE starts beating him up.He first kicks him about 10 times and then lifts him,slaps him left and right and then throwns him on to the wall.Then holds him by the feet.
“Yummy yummy,will you talk darling? Tell me what do you know about him…”
“Y..you…(spits blood on Terrors shirt) ,i am telling you ,I am telling ya,I don’t know,get it I DON”T KNOW!.”
“Haaaa ha,you don’t know.Then how about we make you remember some manners first?Bad boy.You don’t spit on people,no wonder no wonder,DO YOU KNOW THAT HURTS? And i am going to give it back to you,lovely lovely present too,yum yum,blood bloody red blood,nothing like it.”
Terror takes out a knife,and rubs his thumb and index finger over it.
“You know,knifes hurt? It really causes pain,lots and lots of pain.” “I love pain,i love to see it hurt others….” Catches his hair and pulls him up.Being only 5’11 and weighing only 150 pounds,he knew he couldn’t resist,he kicks the floor to ease the pain.”Sttttoooop it you….”,”Filthy filthy,now you going to say bad things about little terror?Bad boy..Mummy,he is a bad boy,i am going to shave him a bit…” He rises him up higher and cuts of his hair,half pulling,very close to the scalp.As he falls down,Terror throws the hair into the guys eyes.”They say,they told me,when i was Kid,He he,ya I was a very bad boy,really really bad boy,that God poked your eyes,if you did something bad..there bad boy,now tell little terror the truth and he will leave you…”.HE places the knife between his eyes moving it over them.” TELL ME WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT HIM! ”
“I don don’t I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING,YOU FOOLS !”
A kick to the face,”You THINK I AM A FOOL?No no,terror is a good boy ,clever very clever,he stole and murdered the cashier when he was 8,they caught him and then beat him,but he was clever,very clever and escaped,good clever boy,very very clever,he killed little Bony boy when he refused to give terror respect,now this junk is bad,bad for health,real bad…yummy terror is going to kill,kiiilllll again”.
“I DON”T KNOW ANYTHING! THAT IS ALL I AM GOING TO SAY!NOW LEAVE YOU ASSOLE!!!WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? TERROR? There is nothing terrifying about you”
“really…REALLY..really? hmm….hmmm….”…” Yesterday night…night,all alone in my house,In my little room,I lay I lay heh he he terror was terrified And so and so decided to see how it will be …how it would be give terror to TERROR..I took the knife like this(pulls the knife) placed it on my neck here…here,can you see,(slap) can you see? (places it about an inch from the collar bone),It felt good,yummy yummy good…I thought,he he i thought,terror thought,how lovely it would be to cut…cut his lovely little throat,just like that,just like he did it to all those nameless little worms…Poor creatures,they all shouted….BUT I decided Terror deserves better….So let us strike a DEAL…THE DEVIL ,TERROR THE DEVIL WANTS A WAGER ,ARE YOU READY ANGLE DARLING?ARE YOU READY?ARE YOU?”
“y…yes…anything,for you ,now we are taking TERROR indeed. “HE smiled revealing his well brushed white teeth.
” I don’t like your TEETH,no little terror doesn’t like it all….so,so what does he do..BAD BOY,BAD BOY,BAAAD BOOY!AWWWWW,I HATE THATTT…”,terror punches him on the pace and knocks out a few teeth.
“you look proper now,good ,you look better,you look ,you look…you loook,like ME,WHEN I was small….THEY MESSED ME UP,IT WAS BETTER OF COURSE,but I looked like this..”
“Then why don’t you get a better..”Spits blood on the floor along with a few teeth,” Look at yourself? Come on remove these ropes,REMOVE IT I SAY.”
“GOOD WORM,now wants food,he he,shall we feed the worm terror? Shall we? What shall we give it to chew? Hmm..Hmm….HA that finger ,he has ten like terror,bad boy…bad boooy….NOW …now sstay calm,I will give you food…” moves towards his toe…
TO BE CONTINUED
October 20, 2008 § 19 Comments
Yup while a few people might think that they are over estimated.I feel they are one the best mode of expressing emotions.It works everywhere,we all do know smile is more communicable than the flu,well so let us keep smiling!While there are a lot of smilies used to today,the above three are my favorites.They can mean a lot more than their face value.I like to use them to their maximum effect 😀
Nationalism-peace and destruction,contest-poll
August 27, 2008 § 3 Comments
Well It is been more than 10 days since ,so well here are the three entries:-
I n Dependance
If there is a lot to think before I take the road,
If there is a million times to worry before the flight I board,
Is that a problem with I or dependance?
Is I and dependance bonded to life,
like twins to part with death?
Is hoping and wishing and freedom to feel
Got to do with the country I live?
Are thoughts bounded by the borders of questioning,
Or will it be different if I were on the other side of the pacific?
If the grass is green everywhere?
Should I worry about the shade or worry if there’s enough to cover the land at all?
If every switch steals a bit of the world that I make,
And every click is about the info to take and break,
If every time I blink there’s one more tear at stake,
Will I ever be free to breath, feel, touch and dream.
Is this the freedom I celebrate?
NATIONALISM AND PEACE/DESTRUCTION
Nationalism- the feeling of being a member of a nation, a feeling that can be deemed either patriotic or fanatic, depending on the extent to which the feeling degrades your ability to be sensible in making decisions on issues that may or may not directly concern the “Individual”. My doubt however is, why in the first place, did a need for such a feeling, such a sentiment arise? To usher in harmony and peace in a piece of land demarcated by boundaries drawn out of language, culture, traditions, lifestyles, food habits etc which in turn led to intolerance, disrespect and the urge to suppress the people of other “Kind” ? Was it to bring in peace or ring in bells of destruction of humanity as we understand it?
Why did I feel the need to live in a society? I feel, I cannot survive on my own? No. I feel, I will have a more comfortable life if I depend on other people? Yes. Am I really open to other people depending on me? Well, maybe, but I would prefer to set some filters first which will help me in short listing those whom I would like, rather those whom I would not mind helping(mind you, I am not putting any filters on receiving help.). Fine, the conditions are worked upon and accepted by a group who later go on to make a society and in the larger picture a nation. Now, peace and harmony prevail in my nation and so does humanity and kindness. I happy or am I?
There is something else that I see with the people of other nations and I want it (here I has now become a “We”, we standing for a nation), but at the same time I am not ready to relax my filters. Do I forget about it? No. Why? Because I cannot survive without having them? No. Because I am greedy for anything and everything that grants me a better life physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually? YES. Thus, what do I have my hands filled with? Wars, death and destruction, inhumanity and cruelty, abuse of basic human rights! In all of this we still manage to maintain a fair amount of peace within our nation!
What’s my conclusion? Should we have nations in the world? Yes. We should encourage the feeling of nationalism? Yes. Why? To maintain peace and harmony only in that piece of land? Absolutely yes! Should I have that selfish eye on what other nations have that I don’t? No. Do I have it? Yes. Do I restrain myself? No. Because I want the best for myself? Yes. Is it wrong??? No (here I have turned into a fanatic, but then can anyone define a universally accepted line as a demarcation between nationalism and fanatic nationalism??). Why not? My motherland is the greatest! Here’s where any rational man would drop his guns, because he will not be able to convince me that I am wrong.
So the million dollar question is, “what did my nationalism give me?” Peace or destruction?
January 1, 2108: An Article in The Times of the Earth
Globalism and Peace/Destruction
There has been a rush of people to Mars. Especially after the glaciers have been melted, especially after the wild animals have become extinct, especially after the global warming has taken its best toll, especially after the terrorism looming large over a huge part of the earth, especially after the forests are fading away and only the concrete jungles are remaining, especially after the ozone hole has become all-pervasive, especially after the people have lost sense of all morals and only the consumers remain!
Unlike Earth, Mars has been a more planned township. They maintain huge closed city complexes that are self sufficent. They are covered in all the sides and the whether and temperature can be changed according to the requirement of the locality. The forests are mandatory in every city. Greenery and gardens occupy about 70% of each township. Everyone has their own roof top gardens too. After years of patience, technology and climate-conditioning, they have now started growing unlimited natural water! This was the main break through of the martian community of humans. Then came the patient and determined growth of forests. Though it took time to grow the vegetation and import a variety of natural animals aided by the bio and zuo technological advances, the improvement is visible. The security – The last but the most important aspect of a long sustaining society. This is where the martians have had a huge edge over us, earthlings. All the members wishing to migrate to Mars have a compulsary DNA verification and character analysis by the most modern technology available till date. To add to all that there is a huge nano-tech security also present in all town ship – starting from embedded traceable sensors in each martian, instant live feed from cameras and what not. Needless to say, there have been very less ‘incidents’ till date, which is ofcourse slowly increasing every year. All to-gether excellent living conditions – atleast for now.
The most ironic thing is, they had to build so much from scratch in Mars, which the earthlings before a hundred years were able to enjoy right here but took it for granted. The interest of the nation was always put before the interest of humanity and international peace. If only they had co-operated and lived peacefully without exploiting each other, all this destruction could have been avoided.
Thanks you three for taking part. 🙂 Who do you vote for?
Order and beauty contest-poll
August 10, 2008 § 6 Comments
For this one there were four entires 🙂 And here they are:-
A Nose in a Rose
She ordered a rose and it was a beauty
She powdered her nose and used it profusely.
She ordered her servant to bring it to sniff –
“I won’t” said the maid, and said it quite snooty.
Her mistress just then had a tickle and wheeze
And out of her nose there came a great sneeze:
The orderly napkins and trimmings for tea
Arrayed on her table to stunning degree
They shuddered and shook and then flew in the air –
“That sure was a beauty,” the maid did declare.
I see ur face
in the beauty
of this phase
of sun’s duty
The shining ball
far behind the hall
tells me ur grief
of what i never wanted to be the chief
1st pic: (with the 2 long white stems)
He was a young lad who held his head high, like he had two huge, white horns- hIS ego never gave him a chance to KISS..
2′nd pic:(with teh pink flower)
She was a full-bloom lady with bright pink cheeks- the pink cheeked MISS.
3′rd pic: (the floral arrangement)
Marriages are made in heaven, and the two of them got into an ARRANGED alliance of BLISS.
4′TH pic: (fulla pretty flowers)
The two of them loved each other and their love took physical shape in the form of 10 KIDS.
5′TH pic: (the chair with stars and holes in the back support)
They soon became one with the stars and gaping holes in the sky. The world without them became an empty chair and a sad ABYSS.
6′TH pic: (the skies, dusk, shadows and electricity lines)
But even today, when you look into the starless sky, their love plays a beautiful shadow on the dusky, monotone background. Then, you feel their love, and an electric chill gives your spine a nostalgic, whacky KISS..
One moment led to a Buddha, a Gandhi, an OshO.
Rendering them such power, a nation they could steeR.
Depriving themselves form petty desires,their souls they freeD
Enduring all odds, reached the highest pinnacles with easE.
Reticence not being a virtue, words were their speaR
Austerity being the media,they penetrated all human stratA
Noble in their approach, yet they forced all into deliberatioN.
Dictators and imperialists too felt compelled to pay them heeD.
Baffled by them are many,many try to wear that garB
Enlightenment evades them, as the truth they fail to seE
Alacrity with reticent desires would lead to it’s alohA
Ubiquitous are their teachings,waiting to be learned by yoU
Treading on their path will not be easy,it’s a very long fighT
Yearning to be enlightened will not do, my friend,you have to trY
Click here to read his full post.
So,those where the four entries for this week.I know a few of you asked me to place the poll on the sidebar,i promise to do it the next time( i am not able to find the right widget).Anyway you can vote till Tuesday evening(IST 6:00 pm) 🙂 after which i will publish the results! So who do vote for this time?
1..2..3 contest -poll
August 1, 2008 § 19 Comments
Ok,well i think the topic itself was very say not the ordinary type…There were totally four entries,so have read and vote for the one you think was the best 🙂
the beautiful attractive flowers as they r
tell me something so silently
some deep thot gets provoked inside
me wen I see u
i feel i need to watch only 1 goal in ma life
just 1 aim to shoot and not 2 as 2 scatters my depth, my penetration to the inside
and my 1 goal to stop injustice in the world
can only be done
if I watch the world
after removing the rose tinted glasses
i wore till now.
A tribute to all the people who lost their lives in the recent bomb blasts:
Let the budding spirit bloom like “a flower”,
in this time of gory and violent hour,
to see the humanity atleast from far.
Let the spirit envisage the “blossom of power”,
that helps us put two and two together,
and find out the ones that made our nation wither.
Let the eternal”hope” spread its colour,
on our “spirit” and our “power”,
as we pray for the peace to shower!
PS: The first flower is our Spirit, the other flower in the second photo is our Power, and the three colourful flowers in the third photo are Hope, Spirit and Power.
When I am all alone,
I lose my color and tone.
When I have her, its love,
Where others will take a bow.
When our children blossom,
The colors will shine this mausam. (hindi)
She lived a colorless life,doing what she was supposed to do.Deep within,she hoped one day there would come someone to paint her dull canvas.
Seasons passed,and yet came none.Still,she carried on with a smile on her face and a spring in her step.She knew happiness is in giving,and she gave with all her heart.
Wherever she went,she left behind fragrance,one that emanated from the depths of her soul.Many a face she lit up,many a joy she conjured.
And then one day,when she woke up,she saw she was not plain anymore.The canvas had been filled with the colors of her soul.
So who do you vote for?
update:-Contest closed.It is a tie between Sameera and manoj.
the smiley error?
March 31, 2009 § 25 Comments
One of my friends just pointed out
So Am I using too many smileys? See I am not using any smilies on this post. Oh! well…
So what do you think ? I shouldn’t use as many smileys as I do? I should reply with a “ty” , “ya i think so” etc etc to comments? And I thought Smileys made people happy and also helps in putting things not so rudely…Hmm…time to stop them?
If you don’t want to tell me on my face(er..directly in the comment box) just use this poll box.