An idea can change your life.

A king was very unhappy. So the wise man if the kingdom said that if he could wear the shirt of the happiest man on earth the king too would become happy. The king’s men after a long, long search found the happiest man. And he did not have a shirt.

I don’t know what this story is trying to tell us.

Be happy, but you will not have (or need?) clothes.

And if you need clothes you cannot stay happy?

You know,I don’t think the wise man was too wise. After all he was not the happiest man on earth.

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what say you?

Had two good days..actually three..for no reason at all! I played, I participated in PDs ( I sucked but still had fun) and then participated in this random quiz (saw, more like! was sitting mute mostly or saying ‘what is THIS’).

I know that they are pretty small things but they gave me a reason not to brood about my life and wonderful and absolutely valid excuses not to do my project!

We’ve 4 subjects this semester, thanks  to the six we did in the previous one. And within the first 3 weeks we’ve been foisted with absolutely random topics on which we have to research. This we are doing by reading all the prescribed textbooks and typing them out. We’ve not even started with the subject,do not know what we are reading and have absolutely no interest too. Maybe this is a poor excuse for being too lazy. But the alternative is so much better. At least some people will do it the right way.

Our teacher told us that how when a person commits suicide because of some wrong he had to face then in the end it is only that person who died. Nobody else lost a life.

But projects man! No!

Apparently there is no connection between any of my posts and even within my posts.

But actually there is. They are mine. Unlike the project topics.

A quickie!

Hey! I finally played tennis!! And I’m not soooo bad..though I’ve forgotten a lot but still the drive is still there! Nice Evening:-)

And am going to miss the Australian Open totally..missing the flat screen. But one of the disadvantages of living in an hostel.

Ok then after only a “little” of time wasting I’m going to go back to wrrrrrrkk

Ciao.

Demented- totally

Ha! This is one time when I’m writing with a completely blank mind and at this rate my projects are going to be completely blank too..Or maybe I’ll just plaigiarise!! (ok, no I won’t)

My sister’s just written how you really don’t need to be all drunk to feel drunk but hey unless you know how getting sloshed actually feels like you can’t compare it with anything,right?

All I’ve just heard is how it makes you go high. And I seriously think that it is a totally inadequate description of what happens to you when you get drunk. Because I too at odd times (though not recently) have felt an emotion which I describe as being “high”, I too have behaved in such a way that my friends would have asked me “are you drunk” if they’d not known otherwise.

Then what is it? I just don’t understand. Ok, before you start thinking that I’m one of the moral brigade than hold on. I’m just plain ignorant. And yes “thirsty” for knowledge (wink, wink).

I think I should make a resoltion that from now onwards I’ll not make any plans for the next day, for the next week or the next month. I’m just going to do what my mind tells me to do. Though you may think that it is a sure shot way of getting screwed than I’m just going to say ‘patience people, lets talk after I’ve already screwed my life’ and you know you should not complain. I’m giving you a chance to say ‘I told you so’!!

And well for those of who do sometimes by mistake land up on this blog and make fun of me and wonder that why in the hell does this mad mad female address everything to a ‘you’ then ma’am/sir it is actually you I’m talking to!!

That’s the good thing about English. The translation for the Hindi ‘tu’ and ‘aap’ is the same…You!

Ok, this is one post that I’m definitely going to be embarassed about in the future but keeping in mind my just made resolution I’ll let it stay..

I was just wondering whether I should add a new category for all the posts which are made when I’m feeling so demented like this but then I answered myself..It’s totally me..I’m just extra aware of it at this moment.

And by the way my friend just commented that I write well and this post will hopefully clear all her misconceptions.

Ciao!

Is it just me??

This happens ‘maybe’ only in India.

Passport is a very important document. It’s the best proof of your existence. It makes getting a driving licence very easy but of course the passport also requires a driving licence….  Vicious circle, really!

Go to submit your application only if you have more than one day with you..with a cool mood. The most important thing you require while getting a passport is lots of patience.

After all you have to deal with irate people who are sick of waiting and totally confused about what all documents they require, with irate officers who have to deal with irate people and answer the same question many times a day and hear the same thing over and over again and answer the same question over and over again.

Yes sir, yes ma’am. This document is not there, yes ma’am they are not in the instructions, yes sir, our government is very corrupt..common people have lots of difficulties..

But this of course is a minority tradition..the majority just say “blah blah blah…NEXT….arre kitni baar puchenge???…NEXT”

I will give you free advice.

Come early, people would still be there but chances of your getting a seat increases, carry water and try not to drink it so much, otherwise you’ll need to go to the loo..And government offices’ loos..I best not describe them, carry a book or your mp3 if you don’t like staring at people..Though that can be pretty interesting also..And please try not to laugh when someone says “I’ve been waiting for the whole morning in this damn place”..Yes, yes I know you’ve been waiting for more than 2 days..

You know what will be the worst thing that I can hear right now??

“I got my passport very easily yaar..what are you talking about??”

Maybe it’s just my luck.

But I’ve spent 3 days at the Delhi RPO, 3 at Ghaziabad’s and just now 1 at the Hyderabad one.

Ok, if you are thinking that I’m extra dumb then wait.

It’s just that each day I’ve had extremely imaginative problems to face and have had no solution for them..

Fault lies with nobody and everybody.

You can’t just blame one person for the lengthy and idiotic procedures and it’s everybody’s fault that everyone bears with these problems. After all they are going to end and then we can fly away to some golden land to earn in dollars and dinars. Easily forgotten days these…

Though not for me. At least not right now. I’m going to have lose attendance. Yes I’m some sort of wannabe nerd.

But I’m sick and tired of it totally..I’m not going to be happy even when I see the blue book. After all the worst passport size photo of mine has been stuck there!!!

Patience people..It’s just the beginning..

most unnecessary- but am hungry!

Was trying to get an image from somewhere to add somewhere before starting to write..

my friend is so hungry and irritated that she is singing loo , loo skip to the loo my darling…don’t question my choices in making friends..she has just not slept for some time:-P

actually even i  am hungry but since that is like an unchanging and always present fact..didn’t want to mention it..

power cut just stopped me from getting a reply to  my query..my project could’ve started making some sense by now..but…

just sat where a conversation was going on and felt how people who are totally opaque can be treated as invisible..maybe even non existent…but no complaints since i was not understanding what they were talking about..improving my listening skills!

in two minds..

as always

tada!!!!!!

Something that had to be..

This is an uncomfortable place to be in. Everywhere you look you see people who seem sure of themselves, knowing what they want of life and most of all getting what they want. And here I am each day thinking of new stuff I woluld want to do but in the end my courage or will holding me, settling for a lesser job, instantly gratifying but troubling me at night that why, oh why can’t I stand up and talk??

The comparisions with the seniors and batch- mates doesn’t help- I feel they never do. Seniors, I can look up to them and feel this is how I would I want to be but looking at some of the batchmates makes me realize that this is how true achievers are, and till the time there is this unexplained thing holding me back I would forever be in the clutches of mediocrity.

I do not know how law students are supposed to be, or is there any ideal type at all. But I know till the time I sit down and read, get up and do I would just be another student at Nalsar, got in by chance and when I get out, the only thing which will be to my credit will be that the place I was in made achievments and achievers possible.

And somehow till then I would still be thinking and brooding. I know tomorrow is another day but when today’s gone leaving you full of regrets and knowing that however much I try I would still be like this at the end of another day.

It had been like this, it is still like this and there’s this extremely strong instinct in me that’s saying that tomorrow’s again going to be like this.

My fears, insecurities and most of all laziness has bound me in this tight chain and I know I have to break free to escape a life full of ‘what ifs’ but I don’t know how to- it’s a vicious cycle. I’m caught. 

Hope has gotten me nowhere, jealousy is drowning me. I am nowhere.

I am nobody.

Now let me go and make food for appa…