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Fickle is the god of love.. Fickle is the wind of pain.. Fickle is the joy of hope.. Fickle is the triumph of gain Fickle is the sway of loyality Fickle is the rule of royality Fickle is the spear that hits Fickle is the heart that beats Fickle is the brood that bears fickle is the shroud that tears Fickle is the kiss thats sweet Fickle is the furnace of heat.. Fickle is the human nature.. Fickle is the best of stature.. Fickleness the truth itself Fickle is the other and self !!

There are a few books that I feel I should have never picked up in my life. My life was much simpler ,nicer and straighter before I laid my hands on these books. It was like a life without cigarretes, booze or drugs. These books are the ones I completely blame for screwing with my mind in a way cigarettes or booze or drugs do with your pleasure centre. And like all bad habits that people pick up..these books hit me in my early teens and some how they like all bad habits have never died down. I will list down thse books so that everyone else can avoid them like plague and never face the dilema or issues I do. I am the best guy to tell you that...because its like a drug addict telling some innocent bystander about ill effects. Somehow I think it will make life better for the world The Fountain head- By Ayn Rand Atlas Shrugged- Ayn Rand We the living- Ayn Rand Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance- Robert Pirsig Catch 22 - Joseph Heller The picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wil...

If the CBI /FBI/CBI would take me a bit seriously I could reveal a very big secret. A secret so big that would make skeletons in cupboards tumble out like the aloo does in a paper thin dosa(OK , not a great simile..but too many dosas does play around in my head). Since no one here is listening , there is a place brimming with natural suicide bombers in india itself that just might be the place of prime recruitment for the Al Qaida. A place so naturally suicidal that it would make those sissy afgans squirm in their Pathanis (or watever). Its called AL-VIZAG. I was introduced to these suicide bombers like many new entrants to this madhouse..on roads. I was taking an innocent lil ride to the town when it happened.In a highway filled with heavy trucks and swarming with public busses, a lone figure of a young cyclist descended from the dark(streets in AL-VIZAG are dimly lighted ..as they serve the dual purpose of training and transport tracks)..and proceded to cross the road in a diag...

The most dangerous quality of a structure is equilibrium. A structure which has equillibrium does not strive to either get better or worse. It just stays and by the very virtue of its "staying" it does not change. Which means the follies get crystalised as do the goodies. But the only factor ie crystallization itself multiplies the follies and degrades the quality of courage . Because courage requires the ability to change ..and equilibrium by its very nature abhors change . The only problem with equillibrium is that in any form..over a long time..equillibrium is self destructive. Strangly , equillibrium, stiffles creative thinking and cuts the losses. However one must realise that equilibrium would have been nice and lovely if all around there would be equillibrium. And thats not so . The world around cannot be in equillibrium,there are small offsets going off which somehow introduce an imbalance that moves it forward(its a bit like walking..you move forward because you i...

Anger by its very nature is illogical. People get angry because something appeals to it other than logic. Its something that they do not understand or its something that triggers a primal instinct to fight. Extreme emotions ,extreme love, extreme hurt, extreme feeling of betrayal or even an extreme form of happiness sets off anger. Anger is neither good or bad. Its neither harmful nor useful. The actions resulting from the anger results in destructiveness or constructivity. Without emanating actions , anger is like a detonator without the explosive. The quality of explosive determines the quality of explosion , rather than that of the detonator. Trying to justify anger is like justifying hunger or sleep. There is no justification . It happens precisely because there IS no justification,no logic or background casuality. Trying to control anger is not possible . If its possible its just that you are not angry enough yet,or maybe your threshold of breakdown hasnt come yet. Neither is ...

If I had to look at a degrading rotting civillation what would I look for? What would characterise the the deepest qualities of a civilastion which has run out of fuel? Its a very tricky question and maybe I cant put it into a few paragraphs ..But yes one can touch upon a few "lackings" that would somehow color a nation/civilisation on a downward spiral:- 1. Lack of acceptance of reality - No civilation is perfect. It evolves . It changes its shape . The differing points between civilastions is the reason it evolves. A vibrant civilisation is capable of separation of cash from trash. It somehow has the uncanny ability to filter out the rhetoric from logic and practically select the most viable alternative.The most viable alternative is not the most pretty nor is the most "logical"..Its simply the alternative that gets the work done in the most efficient manner. The nations/civilizations which dither at this point of choice miss the bus over and over again till the...

Once upon a time there was a small village in one of the godforsaken corners of the country ..Poor and dilapidated. There were no rains ..no crops and the neighbouring villages had often looted this village thrice (lets name the village ..mm..Indunagar)... They all sat down and thought over it and finally the panch decided that it was only because that they did not have enough cows that they are facing all these problems. So they formed a board of villagers held a selection interview for the best cows around the village. Now they promised that whichever cow is selected will have the honour of village on his shoulders. (errr..her shoulders). She would be crwoned with the best thorns and paraded with the best bells. She will get the right of the way in the village streets and not only that she will get her own platoon of cows to command . This was a lucrative offer for all cows in the vicinity of the village . All the cows who were struggling with their masters , or were too young and f...

My right to live and die..My right to laugh and cry.. My right to go leave .My right to stay My right to solitude..My right to attitude.. My right to water..my right to food.. My right to be sad ..My right to be bad.. My right to be mature..my right to be a lad.. My right to love..my right to hate.. My right to wake up early ..My right to stay late.. My right to write..My right to fight.. My right to blindness ..My right to sight.. My right to live and die..My right to laugh and cry.. My right to go leave .My right to stay

"raahi manwa dukh ki chinta kyun sataati hai..dukh to apna saathi hai.. sukh hai chaon dhalti aati hai jaati hai..dukh to apna saathi hai " I have almost got used to starting every conversation with the disclaimer that "this is my personal opinion and I have a gut feeling that you might diagree..but hear me out "..So I will use the same disclaimer in this piece . The genesis of this thought is something illogical and totally whimsical like /love on my part for old hindi songs. That would not have been as funny if it was not for the fact that most of the songs I like are the so called "sad songs" of Rafi. Now ,once as I was humming a particuarly tragic song ...one of my freinds interefered with my line of intoxication and butted in"these sad songs depress you..You should listen to happy songs..hapiness is much nobler feeling than sadness"!! All the three canons of her(sad songs make you depressed, you should listen to happy songs, hapiness is a no...

Its sunday night and I dont want it to end.. The saturday is over and so is the sunday.. Its all clear today ..but I dont want it end.. I dont want to see the monday sun.. I dont want the zombie run.. I dont want the ride to office.. I dont want the formal slide.. I want this night to stretch to eternity.. I want want this night never to end.. I just dont want a piece of action.. I want all of the weekend .. Its sunday night and I dont want it to end.. The days perhaps will..perhaps this night.. Perhaps some days weekends will be weekdays .. Perhaps time will bend .. And those days will be the happiest of my life.. Till then leave me ,my friends .. To cry over a spent week.. To cry over a happy weekend..

Each to his own... Each to what he owns.. Each to the dead of the night .. Each to the centre of the right.. Each to his happiness Each to his tears.. Each to the sunshine he touches.. Each to his fears.. Each to the loneliness of his dreams.. Each to the pain of his screams.... Each to the path he snakes.. Each to the dead he rakes... Each to the bloody heart he breaks Each to the dagger he takes Each to his silence and pain.. Each to the music of the slain.. Each to his own tragedies.. Each to the moment he dies.. Each to his music .. Each to his logic.. Each to end of the road.. Each to the highway broad.. Each to his life and death Each to the beauty on earth.. Each to the ugliness within.. Each to his piety and sin..

While I have never been a fan of the "metrosexual men" genre of films..especially bollywood variety..there is one particular "metrosexual gentleman" who I am pretty vitriolic about. Mr Abhishek Bacchan. And the hate that I feel for him goes beyond the fact that he is married to the plastic smile gal . It goes beyond his bad acting.his stupid "romantic" antics..his goody goody image and his awesomely badly executed "cuteness"(if you are cute at 40 ..then either u have a hormonal imbalance or serious sexuality issues). The real reason for my true hatred stems from a multiple set of reasons.. First- He is the epitome of the fact that instead of "aap" its the "baap" factor which actually works at ground level India. That he is the son of big b is not so much an issue as the fact that he has no other claim to fame than that. His entire existance revolves around his dad which I feel is more of dependence than standing up to his own ...

As always the seed for this thought arises from many "well meaning" suggestions regarding my marriage. One of my juniors(actually elder by age ..and yes happily married) said to me "sir, I have seen that u dont compromise..thats so detrimental to u finding a bride..u have to compromise in marriage". Fine. Cool.Point taken. So before a decision is taken I have to be in compromise mode ? The issue got me thinking about this almost pathological mode of "compromise" we Indians live in. Yes ..we are always ready for "compromise"! We are always ready with our "truce proposals". And the best part is that we are never demanding and we feel happy about it. We feel so proud of this ability that we flaunt it to the world. The flip side is that we never demand wat we want..we demand a compromise. And we do get results as expected. We never demand good quality roads..we demand a compromise with potholes. We never demand a good quality governance..we...

1. Silence 2. Hello..hows the sandwich? 3. Smile 4. Do u think there will be a problem with generation gap? 5. Everything is there in my biodata! 6. Do u do yoga? 7. What are your expectations? 8. are you ok with this? 9. You must be having a lot of girlfreinds. 10. You look adventurous. 11. Kingfisher dress isnt bad ! 12. Smirk. 13. Ok , so , hello 14. Smile 15. I can take care of it all 16. Angry look 17. I am not selfish 18. I want to work 19. My name is .... 20. I will have a chicken later in the day 21. Respect my folks. 22. I am a simple human 23. I want to stay in India 24. I love trekking..but havent ever dun it 25. ..... 26. I love challenges 27. I am a topper 28. What do u like? 29. Love my parents , cant stay away from them. 30. Want to settle outside India 31...... 32. ..... 33. I cant speak english properly 34. I dont eat non-veg and am very religious 35. Smile 36. Wat do I call u? ........

I asked myself once as to what actually makes a "hero"? Why does one society throws up so many men of character while some societies seem never to get it right? Why do some societies ..cultures...races ..seem to throw up strong men while others churn out mediocore ones? Getting caught up in the nurture versus nature debate was getting me into circles so I asked myself the classic socratic question..Define a hero? What is a hero? Is he a superman or some ordinary man who rises upto the ocasion? Is he born a hero or is he moulded by his environments into becoming one? I guess ..neither. A hero is defined by his surroundings and his society. And society defines hero by what it actually considers "heroic"! And THAT is the crux because every society defines a hero by its own standards . There are no absolute heroes..absolute heroism is a delusion. A hero in US will and never be a Hero in India . Infact the same qualities which makes one a hero in one set of society is hi...

Barbaade gulistan karne ko ek hi ullu kaafi hai.. Har Shaakh pe ullu baithe hain..anjame gulistan kya hoga.. (one owl is the harbringer of destruction of the garden...with one owl sitting on everybranch of the garden..one wonders what will be the state of the garden) There are a very few guys from Delhi I knew before I joined Navy and I got to know a few after I joined the Navy. To tell the truth I found them extremely vulgar and loud. Infact I wondered why are they so? I mean was it just a coincindence or maybe Delhi has got something to do with it? I almost got an answer when I visited Delhi for the fourth time this winter. It WAS Delhi..no doubt , which accounted for the vulgar nature of its citizens. While I was almost pained to see that the Capital of our country was nothing more than a hilly billy village on steroids ...I started collating the common nature of this crappy city which it passed on to its citizens. 1. Never accept responsibility/defeat/blame- The ground rule of a t...

When Life gives you a lemon - Make a lemonade.....!! Mountain Cycling is something I had heard of and in the finest traditions of my life..I decided that it was that time of year when one certainly makes an effort at insanity..! So I embarked on a 10 day /500 kms / 8 hrs a day ..trip on a cycle that costs as much as a scooterate... What I describe below is somewat an official summary of things that followed...only for the fact that I do not forget it ... Please bear with the official language ... Day 1 ( 5 Jan 11) This day consisted of arrival of all participants. The base camp was at Kaudiyala. Mr Amit Bhatia from Great Northern Himalayas greeted the participants and welcomed them to the expedition. The team was briefed as to the camp rules and etiquettes. Post a simple but nutritious lunch the team enjoyed the serene Ganga beach scenery and had a game of volleyball to refresh themselves. A campfire was held in the evening where a round of informal chit chat bonded the te...