slumbered soul.....

What LIES within

2010-07-26T08:31:00.003+05:30

I know you are contemplating

I know it all
Saw you from behind that window
Saw you everywhere
But I know you won't see me
Who wants to be seen either!
But I always want you to find me
Ask for me and I am accessible
Waiting for you to come
I know you will find me
Look within and you will unearth liberty..

Struggle

2008-11-23T17:33:00.003+05:30

Well.. I've been posting here after such a long time..

Not that I wanted to post but I had nothing else to do.. Or may be I had something to do which i'd been resisting and this post is just an outcome of the resistence for that work which i've been avoiding.. :p

Mathematics....

Now this subject is pretty is interesting. Let me tell you something more about it. Maths can be compared to a huge tree..!(bored?but lets continue..) There are various branches of mathematics. The different branches of mathematics are distraction, Uglification derision and many..(huge and all u knw). Have you noticed that the astronomers and mathematicians are much the most cheerful people of the lot? I suppose that contemplating things on such a vast scale makes them feel that anything so large and elaborate must have some sense in it somewhere. It is not a deductive science – that's a cliché. When you try to prove a theorem, you don't just list the hypotheses, and then start to reason. What you do is trial and error, experimentation, guesswork. The greatest unsolved theorem in mathematics is why some people are better at it than others.A tragedy of mathematics is a beautiful conjecture ruined by an ugly fact.

During school years, our day used to begin with prayers. Now i knw why. As long as the algebra is taught in school, there will be prayers in school.

Let me get bring some positive approach towards this.. "where there is a will, there are five hundred variables.."

Shall be posting a new one soon

-aanshi

For the coffee lovers...

2008-08-12T17:03:00.013+05:30

A misty, rainy morning

the sleep back to bed for me.

My coffee drips invitingly.

My current book lies dog-eared at stopping place,

from last personal quality time.

What else can I do but plump my pillowsand climb in?

You would too.

With hot libation, and mental laxation,

peace is mine.

Love Thyself !!!!

2008-05-06T14:30:00.012+05:30

One thing to tell u guys, LOVE THYSELF.!!!
Living is the process of continous rebirth and most of die before we are fully born!!!

Every day when u wake up in the morning, stand in the front of the mirror and give yourself a kiss, say that "I am the best" ...

I say "how can you cut on your fats if you dont have them??":P stop restricting yourself from lovely creamy food..!! yummmmm so give yourrrself tasty deserts ...;)

Value the things you have rather than grouching about the ones that u dnt..!

If I truly love one person, I love all persons,

I love the world, I love life.

If I can say to someone "I love you",

I must be able to say "I love in you everybody,

I love through you the world,

I love in you also myself."

--I love my life...
I love myself and so i can love my surroundings... :)

Lord I lift Your name on high

2008-04-28T13:24:00.005+05:30

Just when I was passing by from the church next to Alliance Francaise, I heard this song accomplishing something priceless.It summarizes the whole gospel, responds with adoration, and then places it on the lips of uncounted millions.

Lord I lift Your Name on High,
Lord I love to sing Your praises,
I'm so glad You're in my life,
I'm so glad You came to save us.
You came from Heaven to Earth,
To show The Way,
From the Earth to The Cross,
My debt You paid,
From The Cross to the grave,
From the grave to the sky,
Lord I lift Your Name on High!
Lord I lift Your Name on High!

The Charoli tree

2008-04-12T21:38:00.006+05:30

I have a lovely garden cultivated and it feels so fresh in the evenings just to sit on the “jhoola” and swinging in the sweet thoughts or long telephonic conversations or munching upon the nuts dried in solar cooker.. :P

Just when I was having a nice time as it drizzled in this month of april heat, I saw the huge giant tree called ‘charoli’ (I don’t know its biological or English name either) which shedded its leaves and these pretty looking leaves were being sprinkled over the lawn of my garden..! I was just enjoying this amalgamation of green and light brown color ( this reminded me of the raisins over the cake, ummmm, lemme also relate that electron theory too- electrons are like raisins over the cake on an atom) ( now I started remembering my 11th std days……)

Just then, I went out to buy a packet of maggy from some nearby shop, and voila, I met my 11th std chemistry sir who used to take our laboratory sessions..!
Well, the moral of the story is----> nething in excess is not good.. (wondering how come such moral came here??)

Me and my sir just talked about the wacky things of the lab sessions, I remember, when I was suppose to add hardly 2-5 droplets of some chemical, I added to filling the flask almost (by mistake :P) resulting into the black output instead of pink. Now wat to do?? Slowly I moved towards the ceramic sink and poured the sin into the gutter to start off again..;) And not to forget those countless test tubes which are no more today grace à moi..! once I felt pretty sorry for the sodium crystal thrown in the sink resulting into a booom ( did I really :o )…

Coming back to the charoli tree, the next day, almost the same time, same scene, I was worried for these leaves.. Waht if the start growing?? These leaves have a seed in them.. this can spoil the look of the lawn.. :P

My dear diary!!

2008-04-07T21:53:00.004+05:30

A neologism to my antilogy

2008-04-07T21:21:00.004+05:30

Far here I stand,
Want to smack, want to whack
The pretty me fighting with the other shade of mine,
From “on the edge” of the this endless circular magnet,
Now I step out to see the vim.
And like the wax melted, my outer shell did,
Fine! So I get to see very me..!!
Its not the wings that can make me an angel,
lemme fly the bats aaout of my mind,
But some magnet still pulls me in
Am holding myself within
Not looking back again,
I would just kick your ass to disdain.. :P

bake dish with LASCARS>>> ;)

2008-03-09T11:47:00.026+05:30

Well, this dish came to me wen I had to empty the bagfull of pastas lying in my kitchen drawer since i dnt knw how long..!!! Y not share and didtribute them.!![;)]

Raw Materials:

three people (in case if you get bored)

pastas (check the expiry date first..!)
refined flour(maida)

salt

sugar

pineapple(make sure its not rotten, that makes ur pastas bitter..:P)
water
milkI shall not mention the quantity, its upto you..

Process:

Boil the pastas. While boiling , add a bit of salt to it. On other side, dilute wholesome amount of maida into the milk ,add a bit of sugar to it. Now heat this mixture till thick. Be careful about the lump formations. Add your boiled pastas and the rotten pineapples. Put the entire mess into the microwave untill your sprinkled cheeze is totally burnt to black and finally, serve with lots of ketchup till red..(you've got to have some taste afterall):P

Result:

i wush i cud upload smell and taste too.

NOTE : BEST MADE WHEN 3AM

A conversationist to the core.

2008-03-09T11:37:00.009+05:30

“I have dont find nething to say,” said the person who never existed.
“ Neither dont I,” said the person who wasn’t there, in response to something elsE...
I’m feeling so bored
Will I ever finish this even?
Oh, I just did it!!

"Precious" are few things...

2008-02-08T15:10:00.003+05:30

You are not my mirror,
But how can you reflect my thoughts?
You are not quinine
But how can you still sooth my disease?
You are not an author
How yet can you play with words??
You are not a gun
But why then, your statements hit like a bullet to strike the rightest point?
You are not the roof
How can you make me feel sheltered in the rains?
You are not an armor
But why do I feel so secured with you?
You are not a drug
Then why am I addicted to you??
You are not 'The air'
Still why does your absence suffocate me?
You are not a tissue,
Why do I need you the most for my tears?
Who are you??
My strength?
Or my weakness?

-by my friend shivangi.

leavin the footsteps

2008-01-07T11:53:00.006+05:30

Leaving footsteps in the soft sand
I took a look in the palm of my hand
And It reflects something more
Than just a skin like it was before....

a streak of light

2007-11-11T11:26:00.001+05:30

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Just like moon and like sun,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
ill I'll rise.

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear the light.
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts of hope, i'll rise

Boredom......

2007-08-11T23:31:00.001+05:30

It sometimes amazes me to see how a day can be so diametrically opposite the previous. I don’t know how people tend to "phase" their lives.

I mean, just yesterday at 2:00 am I was listening to a friend who was bored and explaining “oh crap! So many things are there for you, how can you possibly get bored!!!” and just today, the same time almost, I feel so bored that I am bored to sleep even. So bored that I’ve painted this mind almost as black as night now…..

Not that I would have come up with a contradiction of relativity theory or invented a new way to get rid of pesty neighbours, but still I could have easily done myself a favour by reading some pages.

Occasion: boredom

Courtesy: monotonous point.

Slumbered Soul...

2007-08-04T23:21:00.001+05:30

I was holding the tide when I loved the motion

I was naïve when I loved to sense

I was quiet when I loved to yell

I sereneted when I loved to aggress

I dreamt when I loved to sleep

And…..Oh ..

I slept when, I loved to dream….

I smiled when I loved to moan

I complimented when I wanted to grouse

I thought it candid when it was tactful

Why does this soul slumber now?

When there is a keen desire to subsist