Just Another Lost Star

I remember having read this quote sometime last year, and the profound effect it had had on me at that point of time. Collecting quotes is a hobby that brinks on the rim of being called an obsession in my case, and the responses they cause within me are a constant source of entertainment for my markedly restless mind. But I never imagined how eight words can sum up the lives of almost 80% of mortals inhabiting the planet. I laugh, I smile, and I take Prozac. *** Light now. My life rocks!!

Pilani is a buzzing place, which at times looks alien to me. Here I am, removed from my world, in a place that weighs me down in its intricacy, amongst people whose doings are as incomprehensible to me as mechanics. But the sad truth is that I can’t run away from both of them. The whole, busy, unheeding life of a metropolis campus casts me into a horrible gloom of isolation. I was never like the regular BITsian, and frankly I’d never want to be like one. There is one part of me which doesn’t comply by the temperament of things around me. It’s that all-consuming thought with a feeble voice. And however hard I try, it doesn’t get subdued. Call it a conflict between my reality and my conscience. I can’t let either of them win over the other. And the saga continues. I am what I am, nothing else matters. *** Everyone's so full of shit ...

Some AWESOME quotes I flicked from someone else's website. (Though I could've thought of them if I had time :)) All men are not homeless, but some men are home less than others. Men can read maps better than women. Cause only the male mind could conceive of one inch equaling a hundred miles If you never want to see a man again, say, ‘I love you, I want to marry you. I want to have children…’ – they leave skid marks. There are three stages of man: He believes in Santa Claus; he doesn’t believe in Santa Claus; he is Santa Claus. Women now have choices. They can be married, not married, have a job, not have a job, be married with children, unmarried with children. Men have the same choice we’ve always had: work or prison. The best way to get a man to do something is to suggest they are too old for it. You know when you put a stick in water and it looks bent ? That’s why I never take baths. A man in the house is worth two in the street. Behind every successful man there is ...

I'm changing. And this change is so subtle that i don't even realize that it's happening. In a way, you can blame my aloofness to my inability to adapt to change (and consequently gel in with my present surrounding) I do not subscribe to the idea of remaining stuck in the self-fulfilling prophecy that is only going to stop you from exploring yourself.But every coin has two sides. Consider it this way: People adapt to change themselves in order to make the best out of their present circumstances. The changes which a person incorporates during this process is meant to make him a better and a superior person than what he was before. Change is meant to escalate you to a higher level, not to make you stoop lower. I'd rather stick to my old ways and cling to my ideas than accept something half-heartedly just in order to be more like my mates. I personally, would never do that, come what may. To tell you the truth, I've never been faced with such a situation before.And hon...

In life, at every step, you need to prioritize. And just when I thought my dilemmas are over. Three words which apparently have lost their significance in today's world: Morality, conscience and principles. I hope the spellings are right. Should I go for spell-check? Morality, as described by wikipedia is a code of conduct or belief which is held to be authoritative in matters of right and wrong. Morals are arbitrarily created and subjectively defined by society, philosophy, religion and of course ethics. Keep it simple . Your sense of morals, directly or indirectly indicates your capability to decide what's wrong and right and then stick to your decision, which later manifests itself as what we all know as principles. I hope we do. Reminds me of the famous quote from Asimov's Foundation: Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what's right. This brings me to the reason why I posted this blog..something that's been nagging me for the past two hours: Wh...

Man, I've turned into an awesome storyteller, have I not?? :) I guess I've acted like an immature teenager and got myself involved in stuff which I like to call dumb, but chalta hai . One day, I'm gonna look back at these days, laugh nervously, and change the subject :) :). But I love the attention which my friends back home (or should I say all over India, thanks to Gmail and Nokia) have been showering on me, some being concerned("Are you alright?"), others amazed by my foolish act ("You mean YOU did that??huh!"), some just sympathetic("I know it hurts, but life must go on"), some furious ("what abt your standards, ek no. ka choo**** hai vo :P"), some philosophical("Star, you must get serious in life, it's only been a month!")and some ultimate guru types("Let things take shape on their own, you never know"). And there are others who just like to listen to all my gibberish stuff :D All in all, I'm flatt...

One of the most intense posts I've ever read. Brilliantly written.Why do I always run out of words for this guy? *shrugs* Ambar, you rock man! :D

When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time... When I was crazy, that's all I was. - Sylvia Plath The world is divided into two classes of people: The insane and the dumb. All my life, I've lived with insane people. People with the loftiest intelligence and the sharpest brains.People who'd voluntarily dive into some ambiguous crap (ranging from philosophy to chemistry to any random stuff the insane brain can think of) and come up with unconventional ideas that would make me say, "Dude, that was awful. But you are great." (You know I'm talking about you, don't you? :P). Cheers. We lived in a closed nutshell, oblivious to the outside world, in that enigmatic place called Anushakti-Nagar. Having lived all my life there, I can tell you that it is a maniac's hub. Extremely talented people, (I'm not talking about the gen. flux of humanity), people with brains ravaging enough to crush mine, who'd switch from the punk mode to the c...

Let go of the past Let go of the pain Release the hurt Release the pain I am not my thoughts, emotions, sense perceptions and experiences. I am not the content of my life. I am life. I am the space in which all things exist. I am Consciousness I am And nobody hurts me Nobody pervades the walls I built around myself. Nobody can see me. I make you believe me I make you accept my reality You see what I want you to see You think of me what I want you to think of me You believe you know me. I let you believe so. And in the midst of this all, there's one part of me which infiltrates you and you have no clue. The truth that matters is locked away in my mind, and only I have the key. You are my puppet. And I am the Illusionist. PS:I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours. (Not my line) :P

In the first year, I'm a virtually non-existent person. The kind of person you don't care to look back at. Those who neither bother you, nor help you in any way. They just are. In the second year, I disappear. Into oblivion. You turn around to look for me once in a while, but the rest of the time I'm forgotten. And you've no clue what's going on in my life. In the third year, I rise. And you look up. In the fourth, I reign. And you stare in wonder. In the fifth, well.. if everything falls into place ... ***

I happened to go through my diary today and chanced upon this piece of shit I'd written in Feb.2009 Guess what happened Monday: I got up late(as usual), I knew I was getting late for the college(as usual),and I bumped into the iron cot (real bad, I mean) I thought it was ok, but (as usual) I was wrong. It started bleeding real bad (this is strange, I've hurt my right knee four times, while my left one is still intact...well it was till today),......I washed it, put dettol in my bag, got a band-aid from the shop and nursed it in the maths lecture....... The cut was long(which i realised later),and half of it got under the band-aid's adhesive.....imagine..I had to skip two lectures after removing the band-aid. :( Then they asked me to get a tetanus....so I got one....no big deal. The doc asked me not to wear jeans,capries or anything synthetic,so I had to go for a cotton salwar I had only one, and that was white and pink.....and my roomie made me wear heals so that I don...

Some really awesome quotes I collected over the past one year and pasted them on the walls of my hostel room... (Isn't it a brilliant way to have a backup copy which is available online 24/7?? :P) *When you come to the end of the rope, just tie a knot and hang on. *You are never a loser until you quit trying. * It's not the critic that counts, not the man who points our how the strong man stumbled or whether the doer of the deeds could have done them better... The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust, and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and often comes up short again and again. Who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause. And who, if at best in the end, knows the triumph of higher treatment and high achievement, and who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly so that his soul shall never be with those cold and timid ones, who know neither victory nor...

* Familiarity breeds consent. * Nothing succeeds like excess. * It is better to be good looking than to be good * I can believe anything, provided that it is quite incredible. * The reason we all like to thing so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. * Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative. * Those whom the gods hate die old. * Those whom the gods love die young. * I never pull off till tomorrow what I can possibly do- the day after. * I am one of those who are made for exceptions, not for laws. * Praise make me humble, but when I am abused I know I have touched the stars. * I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best. * I like to do all the talking myself. It saves time and prevents arguments. * I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasure. i often have long conversations all by myself. and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying. ...

Probably the best song to sum up the year I spent here :

Sometimes you don't know you've crossed the line until you're on the other side. But by then it's already too late.

It is madness inside my mind It is dark and I can't see the edge I don't know where to go or from where I came The pits of hell seem nice, I've fallen over the edge into rambling .. I am insane, lost and blundering And everything is changing Why do you look at me that way? You all tend to stare and talk and whisper. It is madness the place I am in If you could see inside my mind, if you could see the darkness that I created to escape the stares and haunting whispers with the evil glares, you would run.. You would scream It is madness, in the darkness and its calling my name. come and play with me inside the madness of this mind It is taunting you the way you all have taunted me for the way I am You drove me to the darkness Then came the madness and you wonder why I am that way Now you know and its your turn. The darkness is calling and its screaming your name. (I don't know the source of this poem.I had saved this in my account a few months back and I chanced upon it wh...

The most dangerous things of all.Everything you pursue will be gone in a moment,if this four-letter wave sweeps across you at that precise time. It's happened with me so many times that now I fear the 'fear'.Renders my brain useless and reminds me of my inability to control my own mind. Some may call it 'fate',but (like Neo in Matrix) I don't like the idea of someone/something else controlling my life. That's when people look upto their faith. It is so beautifully intertwined.

Sometimes,doing nothing is the best thing to do. It looked difficult at first...the transition from having so much to do to absolute nothing (you don't need to be rational always :P). I always used to wonder what it would be like to go past this...(feeling the blues, you might say).It was like I'd been going on and on and on for so long, not knowing where to stop. So I've been lazing around, looking at the sky, talking to trees, smelling the flowers, listening to melodies ,and well,I don't know. Now, when I look back at the twelve hours I wasted ,I feel it was worth it.

It's not the critic that counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or whether the doer of the deed could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly,who errs and often comes short again and again. Who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause. And who, if at best in the end knows the triumph of higher treatment and higher achievement, and who if at worst, fails, he fails while daring greatly, so that his soul shall never be counted amongst those timid and coward ones, which know neither victory nor defeat.

A small tribute to the guy who taught me to live

Either the girl must be pathetically dumb or the guy extremely smart so as not to let her know that he's in love with her. Woman's instinct, they say. Mr. Genius, are you reading?

If you happen to try out a new recipe, which, to the world tastes awful (like the jeera-fried omelette-cum mayonnaise salad with a dash of whipped cream),try it on your younger sib. If he dotes on new, he'd never refuse. At least not the first bite Like mine!!

We were walking down our usual lane after dinner, when one of my friends looked up and exclaimed,'The moon looks good tonight,sahi hai boss!'. I looked up, and indeed it was very beautiful. I smiled as those memories flowed past my mind. Images like these have the power to stir up memories and I am certainly not in shortage of sweet memories :) 28th Dec,2006 We were on the terrace of the Birla Temple, and the atmosphere was exhilarating. All of us seemed to be cleansed of all the eerie-weerie things we had inside us...and were consumed in what I call 'blissful silence'. Then that conversation had followed. Right from the bottom of her heart, I knew. The three of us now stood in awkward silence.I was happy for her.She looked blessed, while he remained Mr. Calm, as always. My dada . The only person I cared for in my class, then. Taking up my role as the mediator, I looked up, and said,'Isn't that waxing crescent?' They both looked up. By her expression, I coul...