TAG ..

I have never done a Tag..... But dere is always a first time for doing the thing. So here am I doing a Tag for a friend Ms P as it is interesting. Gehehehehehe..... So here goes, in no particular order, my favourite dialogues:
1. Now you know there was a man named "JACK DAWSON" , who saved me in every way a person can be saved...Now you know..and I don't even have a picture of him .. He exists only in my memories.... ---- TITANIC....
Don’t know something about this movie is just so different. Watched it countless times still every time when this line comes up I get totally lost in the moment.
2. Let the Force be with you. ----STAR WARS.
One of the best movie series ever made.. The line actually captures all the best abt Science Fiction movies...The Darth Vader was one character u would love and hate at the same time.
3. I'll be back -----Terminator
Well Arnold totally runs the show in dese movies...In the original movie spoke like 100 words still had such screen presence that any scene without him had something missing.
4. It is only in the mysterious equations of love can all logical reasons be found.----A Beautiful Mind
One of my all time favourite movie.... The last scene in which he expresses his true love for his wife is totally mind boggling ......The background music has no comparison till date.
5. " main hu crime master GOGO ankhen nikal kar gotia khelta hu gotia " - Andaz Apna Apna
Aamir Khan’s acting + Police station scene + Teja drama + Tilu’s illness + Robert’s plan + Diamond filled end + Karishma’s cuteness === BEST HINDI MOVIE EVER
6. "You can lose all your points for any one of three things. One: If you cry. Two: If you ask to see your mother. Three: If you're hungry and ask for a snack! Forget it! " - Life is beautiful
One of the saddest movies I have ever seen ... The end almost brought me to tears..As it is in life the simplest things are the hardest to say..........
7. "This pin. Two people. This is gold. Two more people. He would have given me two for it, at least one. One more person. A person, Stern. For this. " - Schindler's list
For those people who haven’t wept in dere whole life... This movie will make them shed a bucketful of tears as u watch Oscar Schindler change from a business man to being a humanitarian.
8. Kung Fu panda - "Legend tells of a legendary warrior whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend"
The Panda was so awesome and lovable that u wanted the movie never to end......The line “No I am THE Big Fat Panda “also was good. All in all a movie worth watching many times.... One liners simply tooooooooooooooooooo good.
9. Snatch - "You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity."
The line itself is sufficient ...Isn’t it valid so very much dese days...

10. The dark Knight- " Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right

now. So we'll hunt him because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A Dark Knight.......
My ultimate favourite....Could not get this one out of my head for days...Waiting for the next one...:P

Those days...

Recently I read a beautiful poem which reminded me of those lost , old days when life was simple. What ever people meant they said it.Friends were not only for taking help, they signified something unique, something special . Where true happiness had nothing to do with achievement, where no one would ever think of betraying a friend, where life was just how it was. Where once a thing said was a line written on a stone, where passions ran high on a single cricket match, where you didn't have to think twice before asking a friend for crashing at dere place or even for a movie , where people had more to say than to think, where friends were not practical and came to your help even when they had nothing to gain from u , where the concept of give and take had not been invented.....Where are those days....where are those lovely wonderful days .....
The poem which inspired me to write this is as follows:-

I Want To Go Back To The Time
When INNOCENCE Was NATURAL,
Not FAKE.
When GETTING HIGH Meant On A SWING,
Not PROMOTIONS.
When DRINKING Meant RASNA ORANGE,
Not BEERS Or WHISKEYS.
When DAD Was The Only HERO,
Not DEPP Or TOM.
When LOVE Was MOM’S HUG,
Not The GIRL-FRIENDS’.
When DAD’S SHOULDER Was The HIGHEST PLACE On The Earth,
Not Your DESIGNATION.
When Your WORST ENEMIES Were Your SIBLINGS,
Not Your MANAGER.
When The Only Thing That Could HURT Were BLEEDING KNEES,
Not The TEARS Falling Down Your Cheeks.
When The Only Things BROKEN Were TOYS,
Not The DYING HEARTS.
And When GOOD-BYES Meant TILL TOMORROW,
Not For YEARS & YEARS.
Life Has Changed A Lot. And The People Too.
But The Thing Is That We Don’t Want To Accept It!
--

This is dedicated to Life how it keeps changing sometimes for the better , other times for the worse.

What IF

What if we could have the unreachable
What if we could do the unthinkable
What if we could make the impossible
What if we could be the unbelievable

What if we could think the unimaginable
What if we could feel the unexplainable
What if we could envision the unstoppable
What if we could create the incredible

What if we could paint the sky
What if we could learn how to fly
What if we could never really die
What if we could dare to always try

What if we could speak with the mountains
What if we could sing with the plants
What if we could dance with the animals
What if we could play with the stars

What if we could make flowers from tears
What if we could help illness disappear
What if we could turn pain into pleasure
What if we could be brave beyond measure

What if we could travel without moving
What if we could communicate without talking
What if we could learn without studying
What if we could succeed without failing

What if we could say nothing but the truth
What if we could see nothing but beauty
What if we could hear nothing but harmony
What if we could touch nothing but purity

What if we could give more than receive
What if we could forgive more than regret
What if we could enjoy more than suffer
What if we could love more than fear

What if we could find all the answers
What if we could be totally fearless
What if we could know all the truths
What if we could act like the Gods we are

What if we could still have faith in love
What if we could do what we like
What if we could understand people
What if we could not be selfish for a while
Won’t that be nice...........................?

The Road Not Taken

Here am I back again. It has been ages since I have felt like writing something. Is it becoz of sense of euphoria dosing out or is it the monotonous routine or even it may be the fact of not being able to concentrate. Anyways while reading the book -"Rich Dad Poor Dad" by Robert Kiyosaki, I came across the poem by Robert Frost-" The Road Less Travelled". "Although I may have read the prose many times in the golden days of long ago (the good days of being innocent), it is only now that i think i have truly understood it fully. For those of u who haven't read it here's a copy for reference becoz for the rest of the blog am going to blabber abt it.-

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference

...Robert Frost

What is the first thing that comes to your mind...is it the importance of making a decision that the other person didn’t take.......Does it seem to be encouraging self-reliance, not following where others have led. If the answer for u is YES then u r one of those people who have fallen prey to the words Robert used in this golden poem.( as I have been for almost 12 years).

About the poem, Frost asserted, "You have to be careful of that one; it's a tricky poem - very tricky." And he is, of course, correct. The poem has been and continues to be used as an inspirational poem. But a close reading of the poem proves otherwise. It does not moralize about choice, it simply says that choice is inevitable but you never know what your choice will mean until you have lived it. Lets analyse it para by para:-

First Stanza – Describes Situation
The poem consists of four stanzas. In the first stanza, the speaker describes his position. He has been out walking the woods and comes to two roads, and he stands looking as far down each one as he can see. He would like to try out both, but doubts he could to that, so therefore he continues to look down the roads for a long time trying to make his decision about which road to take.
Second Stanza – Decides to Take Less-Travelled Road
He had looked down the first one “to where it bent in the undergrowth,” and in the second stanza, he reports that he decided to take the other path, because it seemed to have less traffic than the first. But then he goes on to say that they actually were very similarly worn. The second one that he took seems less travelled, but as he thinks about it, he realizes that they were “really about the same.” Not exactly that same but only “about the same.”
Third Stanza – Continue Description of Roads
The third stanza continues with the cogitation about the possible differences between the two roads. He had noticed that the leaves were both fresh fallen on them both and had not been walked on, but then again claims that maybe he would come back and also walk the first one sometime, but he doubted he would be able to, because in life one thing leads to another and time is short.
Fourth Stanza – Two Tricky Words
The fourth stanza holds the key to the trickiness of the poem:

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Those who interpret this poem as suggesting non-conformity take the word “difference” to be a positive difference. But there is nothing in the poem that suggests that this difference signals a positive outcome. The speaker could not offer such information, because he has not lived the “difference” yet.

The other word that leads non-discerning readers astray is the word “sigh.” By taking “difference” to mean a positive difference, they think that the sigh is one of nostalgic relief; however, a sigh can also mean regret. There is the “oh, dear” kind of sigh, but also the “what a relief” kind of sigh. Which one is it? We do not know. If it is the relief sigh, then the difference means the speaker is glad he took the road he did; if it is the regret sigh, then the difference would not be good, and the speaker would be sighing in regret. But the plain fact is we do not know what that sigh is. Again, the speaker of the poem does not even know the nature of that sigh, because that sigh and his evaluation of the difference his choice will make are still in the future. It is a truism that any choice we make is going to make “all the difference” in how our future turns out.

So Frost was absolutely correct; his poem is tricky—very tricky. But only if u are not careful reader. If we read into poems claims that are not there. And in this poem, it is important to be careful with the time frame. When the speaker says he will be reporting sometime in the future how his road choice turned out, we have to realize that we cannot assign meaning to “sigh” and “difference,” because the speaker himself cannot know how his choice will affect his future, until after he has lived it.

After writing all this, even I have started to feel a bit confused......why did i turn this philosophical?? Maybe it has something to do with my current mental state....Anyways if u have read it till this point.......Congrats u are absolutely vella ,even vella than me....well done Do hurl some abuses in the box below if u so wish...( Even a nice comment will do) .

Why are clocks displayed with only 10:10 ?

As usual am not able to sleep.....so thoughts are now swirling in my mind abt all weird things ,like when.......

S called me out of the blue , to find out if I knew why clocks across the globe were set at 10.10 when they are displayed. I was clueless. Most other folks I spoke to seem to be aware of the phenomenon of clocks being set at this particular time, though they were not sure why it was so. I felt blissfully ignorant and a little embarassed.

I had to quickly google for the answers and get back to her lest she lost a bet with her friends. Apparently, they couldn't come to a conclusion about the 10.10 phenonmenon, but my friend claimed that she logically concluded it was nothing more than a marketing strategy, and according to the answers I found on google, she was bang on( as is usual for her !!!!!!...hope i get a treat for telling lies..hehe)

So for those of you who are not aware of this 10.10 logic, here goes:

1. Smile Theory
It is believed by the showrooms across the world that the 10.10 time of a watch looks like a face that has a smile. So the watch is happy that it is being worn by you. So in order to begin the sale with a smile,it is kept at this time

2. Aesthetics
It is believed that a sales man at a jewelry store found that some watches sold faster then others, and that the ones remaining were always ones with the hands in the lower range of the face. He started to experiment, and found that 10:10 is the best spot to sell watches. Later studies have found that if something is presented well, people are willing to pay more for it.

3. The 10:10 position (sometimes 10:12 or 10:08) was adopted for pictures of clocks and watches because it is symmetric and looks better. Today the symmetric positions are both aesthetic and customary. Other symmetric hand positions are also used, but not as frequently. Examples include 8:20, 8:18, and 2:50. Reviewing some Seth Thomas clock catalog illustrations, I see a gradually increasing symmetry of the hands as the catalogs progress from 1878 to 1940.

"We always put hands to 10.10 here and in other collections I'm responsible for. The answer is probably quite simply that it looks better, aesthetically and practically, as the clock has a 'smile' on its face (not just a marketing gimmick, it really does look better than a 'down turned mouth' at 8.20) and, as others have said, because it keeps the hands clear of signatures and other subsidiary dials. I note that not every firm uses that position in their marketing though. Synchronome, for example, appear to depict their dials at 3.00." - Jonathan Betts

"The opinions I've read tend toward 'framing' the maker's name on the clock face. Viz: when the logo is placed above the center, the hands are at 10:10 but when the logo is below the center, the hands are shown at 8:20 framing the maker's name. Wristwatch advertising follows this trend." - Les Lesovsky

"Thomas A. Frank wrote: '...most manufacturers trademarks are just above the center pipe, and having the hands at 10:10 causes your eye to naturally follow to the trough, thus bringing your view right to the trademark....' and often the Model name is centered under the center pipe, ruling out any hand more or less straight down (between 5 and 7). Date windows most often are at 9 or 3, and subsidiary seconds usually at 6. For aesthetic reasons you want the two hands neither nearly covering each other nor nearly in a straight line. By default the 10h10 looks pretty good." - Fortunat Mueller-Maerki

"I too have heard the 'smile' theory, which makes some sense from the emotional marketing perspective. Equally likely is the fact that most manufacturer's trademarks are just above the center pipe, and having the hands at 10:10 causes your eye to naturally follow to the trough, thus bringing your view right to the trademark." - Tom Frank

Time of Abraham Lincoln's DeathU.S. President Abraham Lincoln died at 7:22 a.m. on April 15, 1865, although he was shot at 10:15 p.m. on April 14, 1865. Although this has been suggested, I doubt that the position of the hands commemorates the time of Lincoln's assassination or death.
(Sourced online: Link lost)

Friend.....

'They said,"Love knows no bounds"

But in just any relationship around

I sense..

A said word,a laid out rule

A cut path through which emotions flow

There is a decorum to be followed,

And a sense of duty it has to bestow.

Among the array of ties in the world,

Is there a bond..

Which draws sentiments close up

With sensibilities left free to work

A space provided for freedom

Yet a barrier so impregnable,

That nothing could intervene..

A tie like waves..so smooth,so flexible

Yet firm and steady and invincible.

There is one..THE ONE

Call it frenship;it is the liason

That follows no rule,knows no reason

And is free from all treason

Treason in the form of conflicting sensibilities

It leaves u and me to charter our course

May seem limp but is indeed the driving force.

In frenship,no show of luv is wanted

Coz true frenship takes itself for granted

Each one so unique in character,

Like fingerprints;Each has something diffrent to offer.

Always on the move,evolving on the way,

May seem to be in a rush,but always meaning to stay,

The support may seem to come from the need to frequently meet,

Believe me,I tell u..the bond is magnetic

Far in isolation but always connected..

There can be no end to its attributes

Or what all it has to impart

Or the ways it can change your life

Feelings reaching out even on being miles apart

So don't worry if your fren's not near

It'll be an INSULT to shed even a single tear

U don't need to miss ur fren, I assure u,

Coz ur fren's impact affects ur life THROUGH AND THROUGH!!

This is to a friend who was once very close to my heart .............

delhi-a review ( ITS A BOOK.........)

A masterpiece from someone who can put himself in the shoes of the emperor and the commoner and still be able to describe the scene with equal punch. Telling the life of a city across the centuries from the eyes of its citizens that inhabited it while running a parallel contemporary commentary is an effective style which keeps u firmly in present and yet gives a very graphic picture of life in those turbulent times. Not a history lesson but a lesson for those who have read the history. The portrayal of the love/hate relationship between the author and bhagmati/delhi is an audacious but a genius masterstroke which is the stamp that proves the ’delhite’ credentials of the author . History is best appreciated when you live through it , and this is what exactly the book does. It lives through its characters and instead of focusing on the ’beaten path’ it concentrates on those aspects which has given the city its identity. From the sufi cult to the foreign invasions to the assassination of Gandhi to the anti-Sikh riots the narrative hops from one character to another without being abrupt. The space-time continuum it forms gives you a sense of connectivity to the past and suddenly we realize that it not that long that we were there ! ! I can recall the feelings that surges through the blood when you enter the city after appreciating the book .. You end up with a feeling of ’u belong here’ .. a city worth living for , a city worth fighting for .. sher-e-noor .. Delhi ...................Awesome read ..one which can't be taken as just another book.......
There’s not one, but an unbelievable ten plots in this epic. Basically, it’s a collection of 10 tales which start off at 1265 A.D. and come way down to 1985 A.D. covering all the major incidents that gave Delhi its present shape, its present identity. The protagonist/narrator of this book is an old reprobate who loves Delhi as much as he does the hermaphrodite (hijda) prostitute Bhagmati! The story jets off with this middle-aged man landing into Delhi after a hiatus and accommodating himself in the city. After some days of wandering, he basically takes up a job of a royal tourist guide, as he is quite well-acquainted to the city. His first account when he takes an American girl on a round trip of the city suggest that he is anything but a gentleman. Flirting and eve-teasing are his forte and he enjoys the company of women. Enter Bhagmati—a dark, scruffy hijda from Lal Kuan in whom our protagonist finds a hugely satisfying bed-partner. What follows is an endless description of their libidinous adventures in bed, which is better left in the book. The narrator, thereafter, takes Bhagmati to Jahaz Mahal, where an inscribed stone catches his eye, and thus starts the real history of Delhi.The reader is taken way back to 1265 A.D. when Delhi was ruled by Sultan Ghiasuddin Balban. The narrator here is a clerk called Musaddi Lal who takes us on his life journey (right from his child-marriage to his old years), and in the process he very masterfully sews in the influence of Hazrat Nizamuddin, the wrath of Ameer Khusraoo and the passing over of the kingdom from Balban to Khiljis. In other words, this chapter marks the building of Mughal Empire in Delhi. The next one tells us describes the advent of Taimur in Delhi, and the consolidation of Mughals. The following one stretches from the death of Jahangir to the reign of Shah Jahan to Aurangzeb’s rule from the eyes of an untouchable Sikh. What follows next is Aurangzeb’s heart-wrenching life history, taken from the author’s autobiography, followed immediately by Nadir Shah’s invasion and one year rule over Delhi. Up next is a detailed, erotic life-history of an Agra-based poet (shaayar) in whose life-time Delhi gets into the hands of Abdali, then the Marathas, then the Jats and the Sikhs, and finally to the hands of Ghulam Qadir. The city, irrespective of the ruler, only comes one step closer of being a desert—such is the havoc created by each of them. Then comes the chapter titled "1857", which marks the beginning of British’s government’s impact on Delhi and deterioration of the last emperor, Bahadur Shah Zafar to a prisoner, with whom, the Mughal Empire sees its last, painful days. Slowly moving into the 1900s comes the third last chapter, which tells how Delhi was being rebuilt under the British Raj. The chapter’s narrator is a builder (who played chief importance in standing buildings up) who later on turns to a dignitary. After many Viceroys, comes the second last chapter describing India’s period of Independence, Partition and Gandhiji’s Shootout. The narrator here is a refugee from Pakistan who joins a fundamentalist group in Delhi, and observes every action by the Father of The Nation and other dignitaries closely. Cut to the present narrator, the same old Sikh who had found that inscribed stone, and comes the last episode that shook Delhi—1984 riots, after Indira Gandhi was shot dead. Stretched in over 400 pages, this is what forms the outer shell of this epic called "Delhi".