Bored Beyond Belief !!

SRK movies surely have an international appeal…

Check it out

And hopefully this absence would have made a difference.

I think I am finally ready to start writing again on a regular basis.

Starting this week, I shall write atleast one post a week before I compel myself to write a post a day for 21 straight days. I dont think I am ready for that one…. so lets just go with one small step at a time.

Lets see how I fair…

A poet, wannabe singer and an excellent friend to all of us, ‘Varshita Mahajan’ will always be remembered for several firsts to her credit during her eventful 26(??) years. Her sentimental mood, bizarre persona and ability to woo men at will had earned her the sobriquet “Varshi”. Varshita died at the age of 26(??) in a freak accident when she suffered a massive heart-attack seeing that there were no more men in the world left to woo, survived by her wonderful memories and silky hair. Her jaded gobbledygook poetry will remain in our memories forever.

Let her soul allow GOD to live in peace. Amen

~Courtesy Shubhank~

I am amazed at how my going away from home has led mom to try her hand at computers, something which she never did even when her brother was settled abroad for most of his life.

Its cute to find her struggling with mails, inadvertently turning the caps on and still trying to understand the nuances of chatting.

Cant explain …

Dunno if I am more amused or happy

I had so many posts lying in my drafts, which were getting just way too much. So I decided it was cleanup time !

It was time I got rid of them. Deleted a few and published a few. I feel so good looking at the neater write post page with just 2 drafts left.

yey !!

me: u know
i wanna go out of this place
fly away
try new things
i wanna live my life
again
Ankit: then do it!

For the time being, he said watch this.

The very idea behind starting to blog was this so called freedom to think and express views on anything and everything. But with the passage of time, this very freedom was curtailed by the presence of known faces online. Thoughts needed a U certificate censorship to avoid unnecessary arguements or explanations. And somewhere the true essence of what I wanted to say lost a battle against fear.

First it were a few friends, then my sis and now my students.

I am not too sure if I should celebrate the reach of this blog or crib about me losing my freedom with each new reader added on to it. As if my sis wasnt enough to question me on my posts, now I have my students coming up to me and asking what I meant when I wrote so and so…

But its fun. At times its so much fun to write something that only I understand or maybe the person in question would, and the rest is left for people to guess… I like those posts… cos thats one time censorship isnt really required. Thats one time I break free…

But then, when have I really cared for what I write as I have always written for myself and about myself. I know a few months back I started off with password protected posts driving my sis crazy. But then, a late realisation, and now those posts are no longer password protected. Yes vinnie you can read them now without a password

So, Neha, Jasleen, and the others who land in here, always remember my best dhamki… Minus 5 in your next term end exams

Till then… Have fun !

Awesome…

http://youtube.com/watch?v=IxOtSWYPJqQ

I know its been a long time since I posted last. Not that I didnt find anything to write about, infact there is a lot that I havent written about here lately. So many new things, but I guess I ‘ll keep that for later.

But this is something that caught my fancy and couldnt help but share it with you here. Check it out and imagine me swooning on this number

Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai Final Fantasy X

Originally this song is from the movie Yahudi, but this improvised version was a part of The Namesake and here its been used for a video on the game Final fantasy X.

Dil se tujhko be dili hai
mujhjko hai dil ka guroor
tu yeh maane ke na maane
log maanenge zaroor
yeh mera deewanapan hai
ya mohabbat ka suroor
tu na pehchane to hai yeh
teri nazron ka kasoor

dil ko teri hi tammana
dil ko hai tujhse hi pyar
chahe tu aaye na aaye
hum karenge intezaar
yeh mera deewanapan hai
ya mohabbat ka suroor
tu na pehchane to haiye
teri nazron k kasoor

aise viraane mein ek din
ghut ke marr jayenge hum
jitna jee chahe pukaaro
phir nahi aayenge hum
yeh mera deewanapan hai
yah mohabbat ka suroor
tu na pehchane to hai yeh
teri nazron ka kasoor

Read this interesting bit from dooce’s site while browsing through her old posts.

And if there is one thing I learned about life in that relationship it’s that if you enable certain people to take advantage of you, if you allow certain people to exploit your good will, they totally fucking will.