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Archive for May, 2007

To do with LIfe

Live in Africa for a year

Go Sky Diving

Go Scuba Diving

Visit Egypt

Learn a dance on Ice

Perform GnR/like on stage

Learn bach’s lullaby on piano

Live on A ship

Visit a Proper Underwater Aquarium

Live abroad

Do a Bungee Jump

Own a Benz

Write and Publish a book

See a blue whale

Learn cooking… i mean, good, everyday cooking.

Paint a painting

Swim in an uncharted river

Go to Easter Island


Stolen from Pgoodness who stole from truthwriter25 who stole from others…

The things in bold I HAVE done:

. Add “Dr.” to name 
. Climbed a mountain
.Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
. Been inside the Great Pyramid
. Held a tarantula
. Hugged a tree
. Watched a lightning storm at sea
. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise
. Seen the Northern Lights
. Gone to a huge sports game
. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
. Touched an iceberg
. Slept under the stars
. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
. Watched a meteor shower
. Gotten drunk on champagne
. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
. Had a food fight
. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
. Held a lamb’s babe
. Seen a total eclipse
. Ridden a super fast roller coaster
. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
. Had two hard drives for your computer
. Taken care of someone who was drunk
. Had amazing friends
. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country (God please… please please please :D) Thank you!
. Taken a road-trip
. Midnight walk on the beach
. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
. Wrote articles for a large publication (Am working on it… its just so hard!)
. Touched a stingray
. Won money on a T.V. game show
. Broken a bone
. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild (Yes!!)
. Ridden a horse
. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
. Visited Japan
. Sung karaoke
. Played touch football
. Kissed in the rain
 Played in the mud
. Started a business
. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
. Toured ancient sites
 Gotten married
. Been in a movie
. Crashed a party
. Ridden a gondola in Venice
. Gotten a tattoo
. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
. Gotten flowers for no reason
. Been to Las Vegas
. Recorded music
. Bought a cottage
. Been in a combat zone
. Been on a cruise ship
. Spoken more than one language fluently
. Raised children
. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
Visited all 7 continents
. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
. Had your picture in the newspaper
. Parasailed
. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
. Dyed your hair 
. Been a DJ


Flashes of Orange

I have two little souls in front of me. To think of the magnitude of having two lives literally at your disposal is scary. At present they’re skimming the surface of the water, eating the ground fish-food that’s just been fed to them.


In this big house, inside that small bowl is concentrated a high density of very active life forms. At first glance its nothing more than two flashes of orange. On their own, all day long within that small bowl. They bang against the walls, chase their reflection and fight with each other. Again, all within the confines of these glass walls.

I guess I love them a lot. It seems hard to say, Scientists say that the average goldfish has a memory span of 3 seconds. Which means that they can effectively forget what they sensed 3 seconds ago. Well, scientists say a lot of things. These fishes have developed a memory span much beyond what they should have. I can just see them, getting frantic as they se that I’m about to give the food; they just know its feeding time. How can something so primitive recognize the presence of a life external to its environment? It’s nice to see them anticipate and then grab at food, pretty cute. To hear the crackle as they eat is cuter still. Watching them sleep is funny, and let me tell you, the temptation to give the bowl a quick spin as while they’re sleeping is tremendous.


All this and they’re hardly anything. Some 3 cm long. Their bowl occupies the centre of the spare table in the middle hall. What is so special about these guppies? They don’t seem to ‘belong’ to me as such. Apart from being cute, I just don’t know the equation as a pet. Fishes as pets aren’t very expressive in their affections to their masters. Hell, how can they be? But I do feel something. I can feel something for sure. Maybe it’s the fact that they force you to sit and look. You could stare and stare at their movements and never get bored of it. It’s a meditation of sorts. The next thing I guess is that they give you a good perspective of things. You’re like a giant viewing the trivialities of their earth. The fishes do look darn busy, and I bet they are. You can sit on the table and just look at two lives swimming about the bowl. I once watched the long tailed one for 25 mins chasing its own reflection all across the glass walls. And it dint stop at 25 mins, I just got very dizzy. Oh what pure purposeful joy one can see on their face as they combat their reflections, or grab another mouthful of the abundant food that’s anyway present in the bowl. Aren’t most of us like that? Wrapped up in our 3 sq inch bowls and so occupied in going round in circles.


That’s just it. So fascinating about these fishes is that they force you to be philosophical. They make you think all kinds of theory and Sigmund interpretations and then make you chuck it all. Just like that, out the window. That’s all there is to being philosophical: simplifying. The fishes don’t want the meaning of life explained to them, cause it wouldn’t make a difference. They’d still have the same glass bowl. The trick I guess is to see the joy in banging your head against the glass and running around in circles. A larger fry would dare to dream, go beyond the confines and limits and to a establish a new world order. I’d like to read its success story. But what I love to do is watch my fishes in their bowl. To see their orange tails and fins dart about busily in their little glass bowl.

Why Do We Live?

Why do we live?

Why are we born?

Why do we go on?


Why do we walk?

Why do we seek?

Why do we try?


Why do we smile?

why do we grieve?

why do we shrug?


Why do we love?

Why do we marry?

Why do we let go?

Why do we live?

Why don’t we.


Note: The interpretation is left to you. I still need to improvise on it so suggestions are welcome. One thing interesting is the weirdnes the phrase ‘Why do we’ develops as you repeatedly read it :D.


Ek Suni Suni Si Dastaan

Faza bhi hain jawaan jawaan.. Nikaah (1982)


Faza bhi hain jawaan, jawaan
hawa bhi hain rawaan, rawaan
suna raha hain yeh sama, suni suni si dastaan..

Pukarate hain door se, wo khafile bahaar ke
bikhar gaye hain rang se.. kisi ke intezaar ke
lehar lehar ke honth par, wafaa ki hain kahaniyaan
suna raha hain yeh sama, suni suni si dastaan.

Bujhi magar bujhi nahi, na jaane kaisi pyaas hai
karaar dil se aaj bhi.. na door hain na paas hai
ye khel dhoop chhaanw ka, ye kurbate, ye duriyaan
suna raha hain yeh sama, suni suni si dastaan.

har ek pal ko dhoondhata, har ek pal chala gaya
har ek pal firaaqh ka, har ek pal wisaal kaa
har ek pal guzar gayaa, banaa ke dil pe ek nishaan
suna raha hai yeh sama, suni suni si dastaan.