mirror....

The clear water sparkles like crystal,
You can see through it easily, right to the bottom.
My mind is free from every thought,
Nothing in the myriad realms can move it.
Since it cannot be wantonly roused,
Forever and forever it will stay unchanged.
When you have learned to know in this way,
You will know there is no inside or out!

dusting time.....

Man it has been so long since I posted here that people who have actually ever bothered to check this shit out would probably think that I am dead or I have forgotten how to write.
Ok lets clear up this mess....
First i never really knew how to write that i will forget it. As one of my firends says "the question is not born" (he just translated the hindi phrase "sawal hi nahi oothta").
Second sorry you have to wait for sometime to finally say good riddance. I am not dead as yet.

Ok now that I am upto it I wonder what to write. Well yeah I have been busy of late. Wrote some shitty exam which even that shitty ncle sam won't know half about. More so I was blogging at our group blog.
But rest assured my junta I am back
I am back and I will try to keep this blog updated also

until next time
vipul

move up and move on.....

You move on.
There is nothing that would or should stop your life.
People leave us and go, sometimes they fade away, sometimes they don't but you leave them behind and move on.
But a bit of them always stays with you and you carry it with yourself forever...holding it close to you...because its so precious and its so tough to let go. A bit of the laugh that you laughed with them will keep popping up now and then and spread on your lips every now and then.
And even though people go, they stay with you.

friday afternoon.....

ah long long time since i posted. gosh have i been busy.
nah not really... more like pretending to be busy and ok maybe sometimes actually being busy...

anyways now that i have done away with the lame excuses for my laziness let me write down what i intended to write in this blog before i forget about it completely.

heard the cliched saying " monday morning blues"......
i always used to wonder is it really that bad???
now that i have started working i can second that...
but even worse my dear friends is friday afternoons.....
gosh all a person can do is imagine about the weekend....

imagine not getting out of the bed till some 12 in the afternoon....
imagine going out to eat and shop and eat and shop.....
imagine partying late in the night....
imagine catching a movie.....
imagine bliss....
imagine....


ok stop imagining and go have a coffee...lots of coffee... MD looking over your shoulder....

The Kite Runner

The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

Now then i read this book some 3 months ago and thought i will write a review for it, but me being me procastinated it till today. Why i didn't actually write the review till now u fill find out in sometime. Well to begin with i think it is one of the best books i have read recently. It is not just about the story but the way it has been written which really captures your imagination. Such wonderful prose and sentence formation. Absolute rockstar stuff. Well without further delay all i would do is write below the 2 paragraphs which according to me are possibly the best 2 in the enitre book. Read on and then you might also feel as strongly about the book as i do.

A dream:
I am lost in a snowstorm. The wind shrieks, blows stinging sheets of snow into my eyes. I stagger through layers of shifting white. Icall for help but the wind drowns my cries. I fall and lie panting on the snow, lost in the white, the wind wailing in my ears. I watch the snow erase my fresh footprints. I'm a ghost now, I think, a ghost with no footprints. I cry out again, hope fading like my footprints. But this time, a muffled reply. I shield my eyes and manage to sit up. Out of the swaying curtains of snow, I catch a glimpse of movement, a flurry of color. A familiar shape materializes. A hand reaches out for me. I see deep, parallel gashes across the palm, blood dripping, staining the snow. I take the hand and suddenly the snow is gone. We're standing in a field of apple green grass with soft wisps of clouds drifting above. I look up and see the clear sky is filled with kites, green yellow, red, orange. They shimmer in the afternoon light.



PANIC.
You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you are breathing through a drinking straw.Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can manage is a strangled croak. Your hands wriggle and shake. Somewhere a dam has cracked open and a flood of cold sweat spills, drenches your body. You want to scream. You would if you could. But you have to breathe to scream.

some random thoughts

what do you do when you have nothing to do??
well i am not really the kind of person who likes to laze around and do nothing( thou i frequently do it but that doean't mean i like it ).
Oh and plz strike off sleep from my list of activities too.
i am just so god damn jealous of all the people in this world who can sleep for more then 6 hrs daily.

oh wait where were we?? ohh yeah now that today i finally had nothing to do after a long time i didn't know what to do with the time... So as usual my mind starts off on a tangent which generally nobody understands...
random thoughts pile up in my head like there is no tommorow...

the sea refuses no river

now who would connect with that??? People then generally calls you insane.
some more thoughts that crossed my mind and didn't let me sleep for even the small time i do actually sleep are

the written or spoken words are so inert... its the human emotions and feelings that give them the meaning and the power which they yield.

the water needs no sky it is the earth that it really needs.

if humans are still evolving then will they ever reach the threshold of evolution ( if one exists ) and if and when they do what would humans be like ???

This stupidity would have probably gone on all thru the night had not one of my friend decided to torture me... yeah torture me.... well all he did was make me sit and watch a movie called Wah!! life ho to aise.... the less said about the movie the better... all i can possibly muster was Nah!! koi movie na ho aise...

and what do i do after getting tortured... i blog

ma baby....

this day i write about my first love....

why today??? well whenever i write that will be today....
no no the thing is she just went thru an open heart surgery so.
yeah i know it is pretty sad and i am depressed too.

needless to say we have had good times together.
really good times.
we have had wild nights we have had our peace.
we have gone for long trips, we have made short ones intresting
u see we both are wandrers.

i look back and realize how i love her and what all it means to me...
all those cliches and sayings about first love et al are so damn true.
maybe someday i will be with another one but that doesn't undermine my love for her.
i so damn love her from the bottom of my heart.
i would not be lying when i say she means the world to me.
she has been my companion through it all.
never complaining never throwing tantrums.
this is what i call true love.
i can go indefinitely about her
that is how much i love her want her.
i cant find words to describe how much i adore her
she means a lot to me.
alas everything must come to an end and maybe the end is near.
i cant bear to say her adieu...



ohh by the way ma baby's social security number is RJ 14 22M 2537