gypsy in the rain


About my blogging
February 16, 2009, 11:56 pm
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By now, I am very much sure that this is a very very serious, periodical attack due to which I have started writing so much. This happens because of 5 reasons, either I think too much or I am depressed or I am going mad over something or I am waiting for someone or I have all the time to think about thoughts…Well I don’t know the exact reason which is applicable here. But whatever the thing is, some blogs are better than no blogs. Well my brain is an idea box (no no not an idiot box)…so at the moment..when I am writing, I can feel the overflow of ideas. And I am running after them like a greedy, fat chap (I can imagine it). Now I have understood what power the brain has. I am trying to catch them, hold them, caress them…Because I know…this is something which belongs to me…only….



Why do we shout in anger
February 16, 2009, 5:19 pm
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I got this lovely mail…thought of publishing it here..

A saint asked his disciples, ‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’ Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’ ‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?’ asked the saint. ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’ Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint. Finally he explained, ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’ Then the saint asked, ‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’ The saint continued, ‘When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.’ MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.

This is for u……………



I don’t have a Recycle Bin
February 13, 2009, 7:53 pm
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Well..to begin with…yes I agree that I have turned into a machine..working day and night..thinking about money, opportunities, about my progress, about time management, about writing the blog and then avoiding it because I don’t have time to invest in such an unfruitful activity. The same time can be utilized in a correct way if I use it for watching a movie which I left in a half way while watching it last time (Ghajini), I can go to gym and burn my fat, I can read my books which I have bought (most of the times pirated), I can have a look at my 100+ e-books…and actually read them. Well this is how I manage my time…of course I do go for my job on weekdays and go out on weekends…I manage to visit all the exhibitions around the city…I try to take a day out for shopping once in a month…Husssshhh…For all this to happen…I have got a good RAM…(RUN and MOVE)…but ….but….but god forgot to give me a good memory… This is my sad story…behind my poor memory…I have a small sized brain..thus I could not get a good deal…Then I decided to format my brain.. I removed my Recycle Bin. (to be continued) Ok… Finally, I took some time out and completed the movie Ghajini…Well, I would have loved to watch a horror flick instead of Ghajini. Ghajini was not that bad but was not as good as I was expecting it to be. Lets come to the topic…I don’t have the bloody recycle bin. Now you will wonder “what does this recycle bin has to do with me”…before you call me mad let me explain my theory…you can say that recycle bin is the subconscious mind. A part of brain which stores all your deleted data like ex-boyfriends, sorrows, failures, problems and many more things…I repeat, deleted data or the data which gets deleted mistakenly ….gets stored in the Recycle Bin. I don’t know if you guys have it or not. There are some problems which arise because I don’t have it. My friends curse me, hate me on their birthdays…(as I make them wait, then they themselves give me a missed call and test their own patience and my memory – ping my IP address) well sometimes it ends up me wishing my friend on the same day OR then better I should be ready for an attack. I keep forgetting things…which is really really bad for me… Latest example, I went to gym after a week’s gap…and I realized, I had forgotten my trainer’s name. The poor chap was full too jamawing his impression on me…but to my horror, I could not recollect his name…and this is the most embarrassing thing which can happen to me. I like to call people by their own names. Ok, I am not sad because I forgot his name, but after half an hour he was asking me “Aapko Ghajini ka problem hai kya?” This was worst. He said, “wo aamir ko kuch yaad nahi rehata na waise aapko koi moves yaad nahi hote”. This could be the reason I don’t like Ghajini even more now. I am famous as The last minute girl, zopaleli jagi zali, bhulakkad, bhool bhulaiyya..hmmmm. There are many disadvantages of not having the recycle bin…I have to face many troubles (like my laptop faces trouble because of the SLOWEST Windows Vista). But..I manage to manage without the Recycle Bin. In fact I am very much happy because I have saved my memory for some useful things in my life. to be continued

Some things in life are meant to be forgotten. If I would have kept my all failures in my mind…I would have gone nuts. But thankfully the failures which I deleted are gone permanently out of my life. Not to forget the list of my exs. Ha ha ha…that was my first junk to be thrown. My ego, jealousy all my bad characters…I did not want to store them. Recycle bin eats up your memory and speed. It makes your system slower. When you visit the Bin, you feel tempted to restore the thrown. In my case, unfortunately or fortunately it can’t happen. Someone, something; once thrown out of my memory can’t take back its place. I have gone through this and really it makes your life smoother. There are no more complications, no dilemma, no grudges, no revenges and no confusions. Main bhi khush, tum bhi khush. God, you saved me…you showed me the way to live life.

Thanks Dave and Parag…I wrote and finished my blog ….because of you…