Durga's Random Thoughts.

Past is what you remember and smile about. Later. :)

The 'awesomest' feeling in the world is when you leave things you love, for the one you love. :) No competition!

There in the dark alley, I saw a trembling body. But knowing dark alleys housed fears, frights, threats and deaths numerous, I moved on. To my next kill. Fearlessly.

Ajmal Kasab and his lies have been bugging me a lot these days as I read the dailies. My thoughts bordered on "Why don't we just shoot that bastard and get over with it???" Not like any other country would have given him even a trial. Oh! The Pak police officers would have 'accidentally' shot him by now, had he been an Indian caught terrorizing their area. "Not my shoes" He says in the court. Make him walk with the size he said. In the courtroom. Lets see how far he can do it. "I have not done it. I was not even there at that time" He says. Hand him over to RAW for a day and he will return to truth. "I was in Mumbai for a film." Let him see those films that caught him live. And the terror after effects. If that does not work, lets give him a taste of his own medicine. Indian Judiciary is far too lenient to listen to all this crap. If you ask me, shoot that bastard and get over with it. Phir jo aenga tab dekha jaenga! Before the "...

Where was I before I left? :? Ohk, Did I ever leave? :P Naaah.. I was always here.. Reading every one of the blogs that I earnestly follow. And commenting on those that I felt deserved immediate attention. I saw a plea for love. I saw another searching soul... I myself went through a transformation.. Blogging is one of those ways I vented my frustrations. I am returning to it. I have a feeling I would need it more in the coming days.. Weeks.. And years even. Thanks to all those who asked me to remain. And thanks to all those who sent private messages asking me to return. Thanks to those, who knew what was wrong and didnt pity me. Cos... "Pity is one way of telling the other, I am happy I am better than you." -DN And I hate being pitied. Cya around guys! Durga Nandan :)

"Such fine companions, have men not been given. Such engaging partners and indulgent mental lust." -DN

Food prices are sages now. They levitate on a daily basis. PS- I know am not supposed to be here. But could not hold this back.

Test went bad. Leaving blog world. May or may not be back.

* Please refer the Glossary, given at the end of the story, for the new words[given in italic bold] while reading. A.D. 2500 People are whooshing all around in their minizooms . I must be the only one in the whole of earth without one, I thought scornfully, waiting for my boy friend in the park. Has been a long wait. Same thing. Always. Too much of enjoyment from his side. And carelessness. Only till we get the married dose though. I looked around and gloated. Our community park has oxygen parlors and water gardens . It even has synthetic green coverings sponsored by God. Most just had Oxygen parlors. Minirobos were driving around selling stuff. Vitamin capsules are over. I should buy some. And some roughage. It has been a week since I ate roughage. Just dreamsules . Hmm.. I hope the engagement dose would be strong enough. I heard the Geraldines [they are the descendants of an ancient Indian family. Too embarrassed of their culture it seems. Changed their name from Ghemavats to Geral...

I confess. I tried the Google wave. But it dudnt engage me. I got the invite some days back. Sent invites to people who have been eagerly waiting for one. It failed to hook me. But felt happy that other people were happy they got invites finally. I confess. I was called boring by a friend of mine. Makes sense. It has been long since I made any attempt to be social or entertaining. I have a way with words. I admit. :P But long time since I used any of it. And I confess. I don't call people or reply smses [forwards of course.]. What do I reply to a forward saying "Breaking News ATM Not Working . . . Because . . . Sardar’s Wife Put Hair pin In Machine When It Said”, Enter Ur PIN" ?? But I used to reply those smses with something witty at least slapstick. I confess. I don't keep my mobile with me either now. People complain I have changed. May be I have. No. I have. Thanks to no-on-in-particular. And hence don't expect prompt replies until I settle back down. I confe...

Lowest in my life. Wish it had not coincided with my CAT. Or the number of exams to follow. Life is a hell. Now. The oscillations kill me.

Tonight, I wanna cry. Let tears stream down and dry. It is more than what I can bear, this feeling, I have none to care. Tonight, I wanna cry, Wet my pillow, don't come pry. It is nothing, no one knows. It is just him, that everyone knows. Tonight, let the moon hide. Stars be its tears, no worthless pride. Every bit hurts, when he ain't there. But who the hell cares, even when a heart comes bare. Tonight, let the moon hide. With shame of hurting me. The bed, barren, broken hearted. Let everything be. No complaints. No dreams. No ambitions. Nothing to lead. All I wanna do is cry. No complaints. Let him be. He deserves better. Far more better. At least, more than me. No complaints, No dreams. All I wanna do is, cry to sleep. Lest I remember my smiling days. All I do is, crying to sleep. And that goes without saying, now, every night!

Sharad Mudaliar I m Male 26 India, MBA wanna add u as friend, I like South Indion people......... Now, they use qualifications to pass the test of "friends reqs" too! Where is Orkut heading!! :-o And he is 'Indion'! :P He also has 26 Indias! :-o Chal had fun. Thanks. :P

Finally I saw a Malayalam film that I LOVED . The Keralavarma Pazhassi Raja . The Lion of Kerala. I have already read the life of Pazhassi from the Aithihyamala by Kottarathil Shankunni . So I was quite familiar with the plot. They have deviated a bit. But it is forgivable. I would not start off with praises for the film the reason being Ramz has already done that job. But can't help touching the emotional aspects of the film and its characters. I loved Neeli, a tribal girl who moves with the agility of a chimp and shoots with the aim of a master. Her dedication and love for her lover Chandu , is awesome. The energy that she projected throughout the film endeared that girl to me. If I had to chose between Maakkam [Pazhassi's wife] and Neeli , it would certainly be Neeli . :) The bravery of Kunkan and the commitment of Pazhassi, are commendable. And Kunkan sometimes steals the show with his involvement in the character and facial expressions. His body speaks more than his wor...

I know it is a bit late.. But somehow, this just popped up in my mind.. Why did the Americans not succeed in extracting water from the rocks and soil they brought from moon after the so called "Man walking on moon"? Our Chandrayaan did it.. Or was that also a "supposed hoax" like the "man walked on moon"? :?

I'll take the blame on me. So that you can walk off free. Not that I have sinned. But that I' ve a debt alive. My wife and kids and lesser debts to be paid, all for God to be taken care by. Till my soul do rest in peace, I'll pray for you. And them. Till Death shall let me free.

For a guy, a girlfriend is an asset. A lover is a headache. For a gal, a boyfriend is a headache. A lover is an asset.

They say we don't read. They say we don't love books. I always ask 'where do you look'! No we don't read what was 'in' during your time. But we read those that are 'in' in our time. We read those that have outrun Time and its tests. Even if they belong to ages ago. We read Geetha, we read Epics, we read Fairy Tales, we read Mills and Boon, we read MT, we read Dickens and Twain. We read anything that stood the test of time. And still they say we don't read. We read Harry Potter and Twilight. Just like Enid Blyton and Agatha Christie. Yeah, lots of couch potatoes are there in our generation. So what? You had your lot of 'intellectuals' and 'uselesses'. We dare have ours. And many of those 'intellectuals' of your generation, who grew beards, read, smoked, wrote and were considered 'voracious readers', forgot how to live. Those that were 'uselesses' found ways to better the world cos of their laziness. Let us h...

I was talking to one of my verrry conservative cousins and wanted to just irritate her. She was deriding me about how I am never gonna learn 'manners' :D And then I said she should also get better at being 'bad' :) Bad as in, someone who wants to be counted 'modern'. Do it, and you will be considered "elite" [alight :P ]. I will summarize it here for all those wannabes... 1. Try to find at least one negative meaning in a sentence. [Did you succeed in this sentence? :P ] 2. Be bold and talk about it. Especially to shy people. [ Like for the previous sentence... Ok, I see blushes already. :P So I am not venturing to say it.] 3. Gloat on how they squirm. Enjoy their reactions. Especially if they didnt understand what you meant. [Like you, now. :D ] 4. Flirt subtly. It is supposedly an art. [A big gyani gave me this gyan. Thanks a lot. :D ] 5. Have a boy friend. [Ok, those lucky ones I meant. For those unlucky ones who c...

Suddenly is when Ideas come.

It was on a wet night like this that the birdie found its mate. Cold and dark, the night was frightening. Her soul came flying in another body and sat on the branch her nest was. There started their long saga of love and togetherness. It is a wet night like that. Cold and dark, threatening night. Her soul flew up from the other body and rose up, to where heaven was. There started the long saga of her pain. And I, a silent witness. I wish the birdie peace.

If I had my way, I would be in your arms, crying and laughing in between. Dissolving into the bliss, of being together. Again. If I had my way, I would be your world, and you, my God. Revolving like binary stars, in our own private universe. Again. If I had my way, my eyes would not be wet now and yours, not closed. Wet and dry, blind and cry. Again. No, I never had my way. I always let you choose. And you chose, to leave. My world, now godless, chaotic and dead, screams my pain, silently. Through, what seems a smile. Only if I had my way!... I would not be a dead thing now.

Why dont we have smileys on Blogger? :?

Shortly after the quake, came the calm, where the cries of silence pierced ears that searched bodies.

No. That was not what she wanted. But she let him go nevertheless. For she knew, death was the only way to be with him now. How selfish!

The zeal she had had died long again. No one but her lamented the loss. And that was nt the biggest loss. She had no one to lament with her.

"My hatred for you will never end." The gal told the guy. "Until you temme you love me", she added in a helpless undertone.

She had already given up hope. He was not coming back. Why would he? It has been years now. 4 years to be precise. The only evidence of his living somewhere is the yearly mails he send. One on her birthday, one on the child's. She was painting her nails wondering how long she had for herself until the child woke up and started crying. No power in the world could separate them. Or so she thought when they were dating. Even in the year they spent happily married, no one who even remotely knew them could think they would separate. But they did. That is fate. She never thought he would leave her for a "hooker" type gal. But he did. That is fate. And years passed. She must have forgotten the details of togetherness by now. She could not. That is life. Slowly tears trickled. Glancing back to make sure the child was not up. And hastily rubbed away her tears. Getting up to switch on the fan, she noticed that CD. The one he had gifted her a week before he left. She loved every sin...

My parents' wedding anniversary just passed by, 2 days ago. Needless to say, both were on reflective mode. 22 years together and still kicking together against the world. I noticed something. The foremost thought both had were not about the achievements in career or society. But raising two perfectly healthy kids and God's grace. I first wondered why. 'Cos obviously both had enough to boast about their careers. And felt the need of mentioning us rather than the career path. Every other specie, other than man, consider their foremost duty to reproduce. Not just reproduce, but bring out their very best traits, so the kids do survive. Survival of the fittest. Or they just keep on producing while many die but the fittest survives. As humans "evolved" the idea became not to just mate and reproduce, but to spend leisure in all gay ways as possible. And we had enough and more free time with us. We started having diversions. And ended up diverging from the initial goal na...

Ok. Lots happened during my hibernation. First things first. I didnt make any progress in my studies. Still the same old Jo with a pitiful percentile score. Especially after the stupid bloody "blah blah blah" [imagine all the swear words that come to your mind and fill in the "blahs" :D] AIMCAT 1005. Of course, so I decided, it aint blogging or any of my hobbies that stop me from scoring. Gotta find the monster and kill it soon. Next thing, a real bad flu attack. Lost all my health in 3 days. I have not even had time to look at my plants for some days now. Dad took over. Love dad :) But of course, all he does is water them. Some have started drying cos of pests. Hmm.. As soon as I am healthy enough, I am getting back to you guys. :) One good thing about that is, I am not supposed to work. :D Or to do anything tiring. Dad would not even let me climb stairs to room. :( So literally lived there for almost a week, weak. :) I twit a lot now. I tried incorporating a widge...

Lagti he Zindgi ke har pal anokha, Jab tere saat he jaanam suniyo na! Kar lenge qurban ham jaan bi, vaste tere, kyunki pyar me mein aur tu nahi, sirf, ham he. .

Night stretches far ahead, day would break in after that. But for all I know my day is spent and happy I have spent it so. DN

Even today, marrying the one you love is being "revolutionary". Wont this place ever learn? :-|

"Passion has no footing of reason. Passion is indifferent to reciprocal emotion, it needs to express itself to full, live itself to very end, no matter if all it receives is kind feelings, courtesy, friendship or mere patience. Every passion is hopeless, if not it would be no passion at all but some cleverly calculated arrangement, an exchange of lukewarm interests."

I will be off net for some time now. Mostly a month or two.. Gotta learn a bit of this and that. Do miss me and take care.. :) Will read your posts when I get time.. Please bear with my late reactions. Love you all. DN

They call me Mr. square root. I, the one, the weirdo, I the one that speaks in math, I the one that dreams old math. I eat all stuff, that will help my brain spinach, leafies and no non veg. Still they think am nuts and all, For I have never made normal talk. Call me a nerd, But they dont think I heard. All in all, I think am good. Why calling me all that would be nothing more than forever good. -A nerd.

Splendid is the isolation, Beautiful, the charm! Of lusty winds that cover my farms. Night is dark and the flight of lark, back to nest to meet her pet. Moon is round and shining bright, love is raining this moonlit night. The tree house and its woody charm, I am lost in a lovely hoodlum's thoughts. The day has passed and night has come. I wait for him, my lovely chum. Far in the distant land he rides, Power in hands and towering heights. Here he comes my Prince, my love. Holding reigns of countries two. "Shower of moonlight, power of love, What more is needed, my sweetheart, love?" I stare at the stairs of my wood tree house, flowing with love for my Prince, my Knight, all starry-eyed... All starry-eyed.

What is their damn problem with Shashi Tharoor? These Indian Express people? Let him tweet all tweets he want. It is his personal business. The hype about "cattle class" is fine. But if he has a goddam big workload, it is his business and he has every bit of right to whine about it. Or in this case, Tweet about it. :-| All those polls and snippets.. They are trying to make a controversy where none really exists.. Well, want him down dont you IE? :-| The poll "Should Tharoor step down from his Ministerial post?" ended up with a whooping 96% No. I guess the Indian Express people, jealous cronies and the Opposition made up the other 4%. :P Keep Tweeting Tharoorji! :) So, My Tweets can be found in here. I just opened a twitter account. To check out Tharoor [obviously not in the wrong sense. :P ]. Who knows, I might end up tweeting a lot, much like my blogger friends say, cos I do a lot of one liner blogs. :) Cheerz! Take care. Happy Durga Puja! DN

I dont see much of selfless love around in the world. A mother's love is said to be the best form of love for humans. Even that is cos, the baby is hers. It is her own self or a part of her she loves.. :) The fact that an adopted child is not loved as much by a mother proves my point.

The bestest thing about being me is that I am unique. No other me in the whole goddam world. Know how beautiful it feels? :) To be me? I love being myself, with all the flaws and goodness in me. Once, I remember telling a friend of mine when asked how I could love people so much, "You love yourself first. Then you start seeing yourself in others. And then you love others as much." Corollary, "If you can't love yourself, you cant love others." [Same as what Jesus advised. ' Love others as you love yourself. '] And trust me, when I love the way I am, it is easier for me to love others. Including their imperfections. And anyways, it is their imperfections that complete them. :) Take care guys.. It feels awesome to be me. :) Dont you too? Cheerz! A happy Durga :)

Man of my dreams, Virtues extreme, thy name is not God, but a synonym of Lord. I shelve all my pride, and love thou, a bride, only to know, I should rather have cried. Peace be with you, Prosperity be with you.. Forever till I die, you'll be the apple of my eye.

Man, I donno what people find so good about my ramblings to gimme awards.. :) Well, that reminds me of my past promise to share the " Superior Scribbler " Award.. Just that I was not in a mood till now for light things.. So, coming to the awards I just received, Rahul has been the kind one this time. :) And not just one or two but!!! Three awards .. Hehe.. Thanks Rahul, I think that made my week. :D Yeah, that is another blog buddy I have earned on the blogosphere. :) And... One Lovely Blog Award This suits my template. :D And my fav color is pink and its variants... That makes me a bit more happier about this award than the rest.. :) Then, the fluorescent violet, " I love your blog " award.. That was beautiful. Thank you RSV . :) When you said, religiously following my blog , did you mean it? :D Cheerz! DN. Now, to the award giving ceremony I had pended for long. :D The Superior Scribblers .. To G3 : A going away present. [ Read "Happy to get rid of yo...

"Life is a box of chocolates." They say. I say, "Make sure you don't fall for the wrapper color." I, for one, love the white milk chocolates more than the dark chocolates. Crazy about Ooty's homemade chocolates. :D

Disclaimer : Any similarity to the living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story, is fictitious and has nothing to do with anyone's life. DN. So, here it goes. I am dying. Yeah, death on a wheel chair. Ever heard of that? Slowly wasting this beautiful body. And all the 'assets' men looked at and paid for. Why? You may ask. And sneer. Why did I choose this life? Did I ? Honestly, did I have a choice? What with, love for him on one side and complete trust. And unseen future on the other side? I was robbed of my innocence, my purity and love, all in a single night. All by the same person I adored and loved. No no. This aint any melodrama. This is life. My bloody life! He had me that day. And then, the next thing I knew, I was dragged from my wedding bed to his friends. You know crying never helps. I cried out loud. They did everything they felt like and he abandoned me. Serves me right. Leaving my parents for the 'love' he gave me. For all those sweet nothings. F...

Be with the one you can trust your soul with. Not the one you can trust your secrets with. Cos one day, if they sell your secrets, you live to bear the shame. But if they sell your soul, you are no more alive.

They say dont count your chicken before they hatch. I ask "What if the chicken die after hatching well?" So when do we count them?

I have always been known to hold a grudge against the US or North America in general. Why? Is a question I have faced for a long time. Apart from the war tactics and politics they use, [I dont blame the minority public there, but those that elect George-Bush-like presidents, have to share the blame.] there are certain ways they experiment with human lives. Some are public, some are not. Those in the past are public. Almost all. Three decades ago, a fiasco was born. From the CIA. The undercover agents of US. Almost all their work includes ethics-less and lesser than human deeds. And they are not held responsible for any of the methods they adopt. Coming back to the fiasco, they used the mental patients in Montreal's Allen Memorial Institute to experiment on human brainwashing techniques!!! CIA needed this to control brains during the Cold War with the USSR. Or so they said. The patients were taken into a dark room, called the Sleep Room, and subjected to all sorts of experiments an...

Fond memories take a peak in 10-12 th standards and I got the maximum exposure there. I remember doing a drama in Sanskrit with Manikandan sir, being the " Prakruthi Matha " in my flowing green frock. :) Asking him if he sang lullabies to his children. :D I even didnt know I 'should not' ask him about it. He replied " Kutty paadum " [Wife sings.] And talking back at him when he said I should have more "love" when I talk to my subjects, the living beings, as "Prakruthi Matha" . And then, doing the Children's film with Sadanandan sir, juniors and seniors for DD Bharathi . Two of them had a fight over who was gonna be my hubby in it. :P Haha ! The bulkier won. :D The Rashtrapathi Testing Camp at Hyderabad, where I almost fainted cos of the rigorous testing schedule from 4am to 11 pm. Thanks to Meenakshi ma'm from Chennai for ignoring my pleas that I would not be able to attend the rest of the tests cos I was not well that...

Teachers have always left more impact on me than any other clan in school, during my school days. Neither friends nor seniors or any other group could affect me the way they did. Though I was late in realizing how lucky I was in being at a place like that, spread across the world, Kendriya Vidyalaya , a chain maintained by the KVSangathan under the govt. of India. Such qualified and trained teachers! Such dedication and friendliness! I see my comrades in school walking away to distant places to work now. Miss that place. I remember, the first class there.. I went in with dad and my friend Frijo who was my classmate from the KG classes and his dad, and was worried to find everyone crying. Man, I went over and consoled some who were crying.. And then settled down, grinning at my dad who was standing at the door. Dad grinned back. He came over and introduced me to G3, Moorthy uncle's daughter and asked me to make friends with her. I was determined to not like her the very instant a...

Something I saw on Orkut . :) ------ showing 1-2 of 2 Vinay .. Happy News Everybody.... Our dear Sini miss gave birth to a girl child on 25th april 2009...!!! Binu woh... woh..........thatz a glad news......... boy or girl?????? --------- How dumb can anyone get? :?

It is my Happy Budday today!! [:D] Happy Budday to me!! :D PS - I got a wish today. From an unknown number. Actually, no name, no number. No call back option. Nothing. "Happy b'day" Was signed "Me n my galfriend" And it had only one option to press "Ok" I pressed that and the message disappeared . :( Weird. Aye?

A something that might interest my random blog readers too.. Please check this out.. :) A Question And leave your comments. Cheerz! Durga

Today, I will just raise a question. Why is Srimati Pratibha Patil so inactive compared to Kalamji? When he was the President, every single day, he motivated students, contributed to India in science, politics, peace, and what not! Parents pointed at him and told kids "Be like him one day. Aspire!" His words about dreaming and achieving still ring in all hearts. I started scourging papers cos he appeared in it often and motivated me. Every single day, you got a news about him, sensible and encouraging and motivating. I used to love the way he carried himself. If you ask me, he should have been given another chance at the office. :) I seldom see Smt. Pratibha in the news, at least, apart from the 'diplomatic visits' she makes to foreign countries. President has to be active and conspicuous. Rather than appear only when it is very unavoidable. I don't care if it is a lady or man, just put forward models for the young generation. Ask respect from the middle aged. And...

Thanks for the award Amit ! :) That was nice of you.. Still thinking of 5 people. :D :D Cheerz! Durga Nandan

Daily News : Sonia to decide on YSR 's successor. Daily Dose : And I thought India was a Democracy? Sonia decides! Huh! -----------------------------------------------------------------

I read Digital Fortress . I have read Da Vinci Code . Now, the thing with Dan Brown is, once you read one of his books, you can actually figure out that the one who appears to try to help, always ends up being the one behind the scam. At least, in those two, it is so. And it so very predictable after sometime. The way someone tries to be very "clean" you get a feeling he is upto something. And for those who have read it, I donno if you found it obvious, the Ndakota, being an anagram of Tankado, was evident and glaring. Or may be it was cos I love anagrams. And I wanted to shout at them for not understanding it right away. And all those stupid 'High Intelligence people' could not figure out about the Uranium Isotope code. How many prime numbers could be arrived at with that many limited numbers? Man, I didnt find Digital Fortress thrilling me as Da Vinci Code did. May be cos it was his first attempt.. Eh? The Godfather by Mario Puzo was wonderful. Though for a day I ...

Scratching ahead, I write and write. Forging away, wills and works. Sharpened, broken, flaunted, fought. My bro is praised mightier than sword. Helping around, I lessen and die. Lead by lead and finally dead.

What if Google started charging for the services it offered? Imagine! For every mail we sent, we had to pay some amount! For every page we read, pay. For every search result, pay. Scary! It will run Google out of business soon. Or at least bring the business down considerably! Most people rely on Google cos of its accuracy and security. And feasibility. People would switch over to other services li'l less accurate but free. Oh I have seen enough of ads to know about people falling head over heels for "Freebies". Cyberspace has no borders now. Now imagine if it did! Of prices, or laws, ettiquetes, politics.. -Accepted some spaces are confined. Like, if you search something in China, you get results different from the rest of the world. And France banning the sale of Nazi memorabilia.. And some sites providing certain services only to particular nationals. But other than that, I can generalize this I guess. - The seamless worlds most of us have built for ourselves, would d...

Daily News : Will reveal secrets, threatens Khan . Daily Dose : That is what happens when you feed a snake to help you. No one knows when it would spit the venom back on you. pss pss! India, are you listening? Someone is dissatisfied there. Use this, will you?! -----------------------------------------------------------------

News : " US Nuclear Gurus" see signs of more Indian nuclear tests. Daily Dose : Another Iran? They are poking noses, in the wrong "places", at the wrong time, for the wrong reason. And who called them gurus? If you wanna see gurus, come to us, we will show you. PS- I hope someone tests it on their heads. Idiots. At least we will know what makes them so thick. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Daily News : Court: IITs can’t throw out SC/ST students for poor performance. Daily Dose : They get in through reservation, live there through reservation.. And now, they don't have to study to pass out. Wow! Throw out the general students! And not them. 'Please' call this equality.. -----------------------------------------------------------------

I have been stuck up with exams... Will be back soon... -----------------------------------------------------------------

When a habitual winner loses, unless he is exceptional, he takes it to heart and it beats him. More than how much a habitual loser feels totaling the whole series of his loses. It just hits him hard. Imaginably, the picture of a winning loser is better than a losing winner.

Well, right now, I am too bad at probability. But you know, I just felt, gambling would be a science if you were good at probability. And quick in calculations. For a change I am watching movies. " 21 " A movie on Ben, a guy who finds a passion in math and probability, ending up gambling for his prowess in this. I am half way through the movie. Donno what is gonna happen through the movie. But I am enjoying this movie for sure. Anyone who loves math should watch this one. It beautifully explains the 3 door problem in probability. I was new to this some time back. But now, I know probability is far more deep than the lil things we learn in schools and even colleges. Deeeper than the theories we ever learn. And yeah, forgot to mention. Was into a series 'The Big Bang Theory' 2 days back. A marathon of all the episodes they ever broadcast, in 2 days. must be about 9GB of stuff. Amazing if you love science and relativity. And yeah, nerdy jokes. But really amazing it was, ...

A gal and a guy can be real close friends only for a certain amount of time. They get any closer or any longer, it is either love or parting. Please share your thoughts about this one.. I have seen numerous examples of this happening.. But not one refuting it.. Though I have heard about the friendship happening through media like radio, TV and journals I have not seen any incident on the friendship remaining..

News : India to give 2000 cr assistance to Nepal Pranab: Commodities will be imported if need be. Daily Dose : We have too much money with us. Dont we? :? -----------------------------------------------------------------

Just when you think things have settled down, they blow right up. That is Nature's way of keeping a balance between things. :) Though I completely hate it sometimes.. :)

I went out and drove long. I tried to make it look right all along. But then, I was gonna meet a 7 foot man. And ask him to return money he owed Joan. Now, Joan, is my crush. And him, her Ex- crush. If that makes a wee sense, with or without pretense. This ain't the old Knight. But I got an armor for the fight. With Justice and right. I go there, I knock once. He opens and stares. I tell him, "There, you should pay!" He tells me, "As if you can frighten me away!" "No I cant. But right is with me. Justice too. I am her Knight, here to fight!" "Oh! You will!.. Sure you will!.. But since I owe, you should have proof?" "No I dont. But you sure do." Things took a change and he had a smile. "Why dont we talk like men? Please get in while I get a pen." I get in and wait. He does reenter with his pen. ----- I drive back home happy as a bee. Whistling and humming, a tune she sang to me. There you see, he had given me proof. Writ th...

Daily News : Gujarath bans Jaswant book for remarks on Patel. Daily Dose : Give them power, centrally. We will be banned from talking. Call it their Democracy! -----------------------------------------------------------------

Daily News : India to help Nepal draft Constitution. Daily Dose : Yeah. Make sure to leave enough loopholes like ours has. -----------------------------------------------------------------

I had these dreams yesterday night. I have weird dreams.. Most of them make no sense when retold. But you know, these happened to be striking and understandable for the others.. 1) A 'man', looking like a devil, showing me a map.. Of a maze. Routes marked in green. and some green '6's in between. And he is telling me "This is the maze you crossed. And you have reached here." *Pointing the end of the path.* I see the map shows a graveyard surrounding the end point. "Hey, how do I go back?" "You cant. This is the end of your journey." Didnt know if I should have been happy I completed the quest or sad of its implications. I kinda had a numb feeling in the dream. The 'feelingless' feel... And dont know what made me see such a dream.. 2) This one is much more understandable. A slightly humorous situation. I am an onlooker of a military camp scene. A soldier walks out of the camp. And a commoner, who was waiting for his turn to get insid...

News : Students torch bogies of Shramjeevi in Bihar Daily Dose : Why could they not? They paid taxes. If not them [obviously, they have not started earning.], their parents. And their grand parents... They have been paying for bogeys to burn!

After toiling for long, I cook something and bring it on plates for my dad and sis. Sis takes her plate. Mutters a thanks.. Dad, does not even stop playing something stupid on his mob. Does not look up from the mob!! Man! He got guts!!! "OK! Take hold of this or I am gonna take it right back!" An angry me. "..... ... " "You get hold of this, or it is going back!! Do you hear me??!!!" ".... ... ..."* Hands on my hip. Typical fuming Indian lady. * "..... clickety clickety click!...." "Fine! I am taking it back! " :-| That indignant look [Friends call it a scowl, 'smiley face'.. :P ]. The look I am 'famous' for. "Click! click!" No reaction! Not even a look at me!! I walk back mumbling about how men deserve Nothing!! Putting the plate on the dining table, I shout "OK. Have it when you want. Dont let it get cold!" And return to our foyer. Thinking of settling down with something, I look arou...

There was sunset in her hair and dawn smiled upon her lips. She had dyed her hair burgundy and she was chewing pan :P

News : 2 President’s guards convicted of rape . [2003 rape. Convicted now.] Daily Dose : I pity their sisters and mothers. And our Presidents!

The rules: Link the person who tagged you. Post the rules on your blog. Share the ABCs of you. Tag 3 people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. Let the 3 tagged people know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website. Do not tag the same person repeatedly but try to tag different people, so that there is a big network of bloggers doing this tag. A - Aaditya, A name I love. B - Blogs, a very recent hobby of mine. Spend a lot of time reading blogs. Love to see the views. C - Carelessness. Most of the mistakes in my life have been cos of carelessness. D - Durga Nandan. My pen name. First made public in my poetry blog. E - 'Everything has a reason'. Something I believe in. F - Facebook. Something I never really liked though have visited it for quizzes. And just them. The site is all a mess if you ask me. G - GE, The first campus placement I seriously considered but left cos the profile didnt suit me. They were giving me HR. I...