modern mind-set..materialistic world...no space for emotions

Its just a glimpse of one of my chats with my one very gud frnd..studyin in a very prestigious college in India.
Conclude urself after reading…
Names not revealed for security purposes.

me: hey
priyanka: hey
hwz u
me: i m fine..
how r u?
priyanka: main to bas vadiya hu
me: oh.. dats gud...so dis time kiske saath busy ho??
priyanka: love se baatein kar rahe the
me: carry on
main to abhi aya tha work out karke
priyanka: nahi kaminapanti kar raha hai
ek baar hi ke phir attitude de raha hai
me: oh ... to tum bhi karo...whts d prob?
priyanka: yeah u r rite..
me: tumhe aur attitude ?how can one bear othrs attitude mujhe ye baat aaj tak nhi samajh aayi
priyanka: phele bolna tha na
nahi ab main bataunge attitude kya hota hai
me: yeah dats d attitude
show sm atti
me: are love se luv nhi hua tumhe??
:D
priyanka: hua tha..
jus 4 10 or 15 day
ab nahi hai..
me: oh
tussi to gr8 ho
manna padega
priyanka: haanji aisse to aise he hai
kamina hai wo
me: kyu aisa kya keh diya usne?
afterall tumhari choice hai..
:D
priyanka: nahi uske baad jolly se mujhe pyar hua tha
me: ab ye jolly kaun hai?
n den uske baad ab recently kaun chal rha hai
priyanka: recently m single
me: kyu koi mila nhi kya
??
achcha wht type of guy u want?
jo tumhe in sab me nhi mila?
priyanka: arre yaar mujhe kisse ke liye serious nahi hona hai
me: wo to thik hai
phir bhi anything special jo tumhe chahiye
in ur b/f
wid whom u wud like to hang out

waise luv aisi kya baat karta hai?
priyanka: aise matlab..
problem hai ke wo baat he nahi karta hai
me: oh
tumhi baat karti rehti n wo tumhe neglect karta rehta hai
priyanka: yeh
he is a model
yaar model ka carrier kitne tym ke liye hota hai..
me: supermodel to nhi hai na
bus
ab ye pooch rhi ho ya bata rhi ho
priyanka: bata rahe hu
per mujhe aisa nahi chahea
me: to kaisa chahiye
??
priyanka: koi professional ho
business man
kahi bhe chalega
handsome nahi to bhe chalega
me: rich hona chahiye
hai na??
priyanka: yups
me: hmmmm
dhoondo mil jayega
priyanka: haan jaldi he milega
me: mum mein bahaut stupid mil jayenge
who r havin lots n lots of their dad's money
kaho to ek mera cousin hai
uska contact de sakta hu
priyanka: nahi yaar aisa bhe nahi chahea
me: his dad is a millionair
agra me do hotel hai n kafi saare farm house hai
priyanka: i want business man ..so mere business mein help kar sake
me: in short rich
ab koi poor bussiness man to hoga nahi
priyanka: haan
mujhe business karna hai..
n i wana b famous n lot of fame n money..
tats y i need tat type of boy
me: to tum uske dum pe famous hona chahti ho
gr8
all d best
priyanka: yeah,..
per mera business uske business se thoda alag hoga
ab dekh ..main khud ka business karte hue to sucessful hone mein kaafi tym lagega
may b..nahi ho paun
me: don u have a lil of self respect ....i mean uske paise uska bussiness....hey c'mon yaar jab tak life main khud se kuch na hasil karo whts d point
nhi aisa kuch nhi hai
u simply want glamour n money
dats it
priyanka: yeah i want tat
me: for dat u want a rich guy as a platform
priyanka: yups
me: so thr is no place for luv
u r jus running for ur dreams
priyanka: haanji
me: oh
priyanka: coz i knw..luv kuch nahi hota
tumhare pass paisa hai to sab puchte hai
n tum luv se apne lyf to nahi chala sakte na
me: lekin life me zaroorat hoti hai when u need sm1 ..n wid luv u can achieve anything
anything means anything
priyanka: bt i dnt think so..
love is wastage of tym n nth else
me: oh
priyanka: yeah..
n mujhe media line mein jana hai..
n textile business karna hai
i dnt think so
ki u need luv at evry step of ur life
n i knw i'm rite



so after this how can u even expect ki guys wud trust any gal..when they themselves admit that they are there to take advantages of others effort.jus a note to guys:beware of such gals,they are jus thr to empty ur bank acc, and will leave you bankrupt emotionally and in evry possible way.

an advice to ppl who strongly favour feminism: world is nt wht u think it is wht u don want to see!!

Casanova trends,blending flavours...

Giacomo Girolamo Casanova de Seingalt, So famous a womanizer was he that his name remains synonymous with the art of seduction and he is sometimes called "the world's greatest lover".During his time ,Venice was flourishing as ‘the’ pleasure capital of Europe.

The term “Casanova” has always been a derogatory description of a compulsive flirt, who simply can’t stick to one companion.

Why do you think youth is more and more heading towards Casanova trends? After all the pace of urban life and pressure to rapidly climb the professional ladder has made the relations timeless n heartless. Unceremoniously dumping his partner, my one of friend says,” I can’t tolerate her anymore, I was already bored of her cries and too I have another hot chick to hang-up with.....”.Supersonic urban male is fed-up of the romantic afflictions. The ‘Casanovas’ gives explicit reason, it doesn’t mean if I change my lovers everyday make me amorous.”....”I have to travel a lot so I thought why not to have lots of gals?”

But isn’t there a pervasive sense of guilt? I’m not breaking hearts, I haven’t made any commitments to any of ‘em.

Nowadays junta too wants to see such personalities round them. They entertain these things, enjoy them. Check out the movies like Heyy Baby and Bachna Ae Haseeno, Are the heroes still 70’s one woman-man? What impact are they leaving on, thriving this Casanova status amongst the youth. Should they be called eccentric or should feel abashed?

Speeding cars, multi-branded malls, sky touching salary packages, hefty ambitions-just a glimpse of the glided aspiration lifestyle. Sidharth Anand director of Bachna Ae Haseeno, casted Prince Kapoor as a heart-throb, who can make any women go into romantic relation with him, acknowledges the transformation of changing mentalities. Today’s man wants more choices in everything, even with the case of women. Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na relates this fact in a different way, journey of a boy for his soulmate. AOL India reviewer Noyon Jyoti Parasara gave it 3.5 out of 5 and said, "Jaane Tu... weaves in a lot of emotions right from friendship, love to insecurity. Some hode themselves behind this shade,” I want to find my soulmate , so I am engaging myself in so many relations”. Bewildered Shahrukh 80’s DDLJ to antics of Prince Kapoor’s Bachna Ae Haseeno, reveals the replacement of cute lover boy to a more contemporary and blandly urbane playboy.

Whether life copies life or life imitates art,the Casanova vogue.It can lead to afflictions,discrepancies and depression and loneliness after a series of flopp affairs.

May be this presumptuously predicates the sense of inferiority in the very guy who is extra extravagant in impressing gals. As an affair crashes,our playboy becomes bankrupt emotionally.Matter of Heart should remain heart-felt ,should not be mixed with overwhelming instant gratification.(I m not a psychologist J)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Casanova

http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/04/07/japan.geishas/index.html?eref=rss_topstories

http://news.sawf.org/Bollywood/51672.aspx

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaane_Tu_Ya_Jaane_Na#Critical_Reception

http://books.google.co.in/books?id=8ZewYH2PLFEC&pg=PA104&lpg=PA104&dq=casanova+depression&source=web&ots=WSRJerLxoF&sig=pOB6yL--rQhskMIFMydeRKMg3dw&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=5&ct=result#PPA104,M1

The Truth about Everything...

(note this is all my opinion. I am not stating that this is definitive nor am I providing any relevant references.)

Here's my view of the truth. There is none. It's all false.

Mind you this is all just my opinion. Not like it matters, because my opinion is an illusion, too. I provided a short glossary so you could understand how I define these terms:

Existence: The state or concept of being.
Reality: An assessment of Existence.
Truth: An absolute, or accurate, assessment of Reality.
Symbol: An entity serving as an accurate representation of another.
Model: A system of Symbols serving as an accurate representation of another.
Perception: A model of Reality formed by senses.
Consciousness: An attribute of an entity capable of perceiving Reality.

Think for a second about the following crudely drawn ASCII image.

         o


 o            o



     o    o

What is the image of?
Is it a pentagram? A pentacle? A star? A man doing awkward jumping jacks?

It's five Os! Five round shapes is some inconsequential, arbitrary, angularish shape. The trick is to realize that is all of the above answers are right and none of them are at the same time. Every objective thing we observe takes a subjective form when we perceive it.

Let's step aside and talk about perception for a second. How much of our world do we actually perceive? For the record, we never really "see" anything, only the light that manages to bounce off of it into our retina. Well, we already know that we can't see ultraviolet or infrared light with the naked eye, and there are several pitches and volumes of sound we miss out on everyday. Also, there are certain textures so fine our skin will probably never really be able to tell them apart. Okay then, we are only noticing a thin spectrum of information when we look at the world around us. And once again, we only see the world around us, and most of the time only the around us that's in front of us. Compared to the size of most houses, much less the planet itself, that's not a whole lot. We really must be missing a good deal of it.

Okay, back to objective-to-subjective translations. We take in the sensory information of something, some small percent of all the information the universe actually provides for this object, and then it gets pulsed in and out and turned into some image in our mind. We see this shape, or what we could collect of this shape, and now we have it! A shape in our heads. A pattern. Some type of image. White bread, boring, meaningless image. This is where the frightening beast of "assumption" rears it's head.

If the sensory images we manage to crudely scrape into our brains are the bricks of the reality we construct for ourselves, then these assumptions are the mortar. We have a lot of gaps to fill in being that we are missing so much of reality, and this is how to fill them in. Ideas, preferences, biases, and recalls that piece these shapes, these five Os in a pattern, into something. On top of that, various systems in our mind and deceptive influences around us fill our head with what are essentially misdirections and lies. Let's state for the record that I see a little man. Why? I don't know. A need to prop social symbols around me so I can feel part of a community? That's probably why I blog so damn much. We all get more or less the same bricks, but we build different building, street ways, and cities in our head. We apply meanings that we prefer or choose, consciously or subconsciously, to the patterns we catch everyday. We say things exist for a reason. Subjectively that's easy.as in Pizza exists to please us,so does my sweet gal in my neighbourhood....
Now if you don't care much for objectivism or relativism, you probably disagree that it's that simple. I'd argue it's your ability to construct illusions that allows you and gives you the right to disagree.

So where's the order if all things are subjective to our own senses? Well, that's the thing. They aren't. We all have our own subjective perceptions, but of all the same objective parts of reality that we are again just barely scraping information from with our senses. I am personally of the belief that there is some type of absolute, or nearly absolute symbolic system to the universe. I would like to think that the entirety of the universe is built of allegory and metaphor. Patterns repeating themselves through the laws of physics and nature. Maybe some universal string theory. Maybe an ancient divine prophesy. Maybe both. Everything represents something deeper and underlying all the way down to this set of core principles. Elegantly simple and almost wholly predicable, barring some chaotic interference here and there.
At the core of our world is truth. At the core of truth is simplicity.

Take these example concepts to understand what I am trying to say:

Time and space are only exaggerations of similarity and difference. In the same way you can be close to or far from another person in feet, you can be close to or far from another person in feature.
How about this idea. For all of our progress through the ages, we are no different to the ancients before us save our mechanical horses and electric books. Our technology, and even nature's evolution, is just a 2.0 of the previous version. Whether you holding a French saber or a light saber, it's still just a sword, fulfilling all the basic functions of a sword.

Personally, I've been using my symbolic model of the universe theory to make all of my decisions for the past 10 or so years and I am a very happy and fairly successful person. I created a system for breaking things down to a more basic "symbol", usually something arbitrary, and then place them through an intuitive formula.
Intuition is our compensation for shedding nature's gift of instinct. I immediately take every thing I perceive and assign it a symbol.

For example, if you are near oily rags and smoking a cigarette, you know that

Spark + Fuel = Fire

So if you don't want Fire, step your incendiary self way from the rags.

I have found it a pretty good way to make quick and simple decisions.

Of course, since everything is an illusion, I could easily be deluding myself. Not to mention the fact that I could be crazy and misinterpreting everything I see completely.

At any rate let me conclude with this concept - pretty much everything is perspective, questionable, and probably a conclusion made with less information than you really would prefer to have. Nothing is ever too ridiculous or convincing to confirm yourself. So since it's a little dangerous to assume we really understand or truly know anything about anything at all, generalizations are probably not as bad as me may treat them, so long as you keep a keen eye on things and constantly try to illuminate and demystify your reality. And if you really have way too little information to make a decision, try to create a method of making .....whats that word is ......yeah "logical hunches."

He met the girl

He met a girl

Based on true eventsJJ

names of characters have been changed for safety factors.

I am goin to tell you about my friend,a youth sprouting like pea,with lot of enthusiam and who will surely astonish you. Meet Rohan....a boy of 21....who is ready to do anything anytme,can’t explain better than this.

Strangest incident i have ever came across,rather it was an accident or was it planned by destiny?

Scorching may, Rohan still in college.A summer project,hectic job for Rohan to handle,he was born to enjoy fullest his life,is that platform on which this whole show started.He came to know some-one is coming from other college,to support him on this short n hectic voyage.He was filled with zeal,this was his first time when he was going to work in a team.Next day he came to know that this new and vieled stranger is some girl.His enthusisiam is gone to some extent,a bit upset and a bit shocked ,I still don’t know why?

One fine evening he was on the walk,admiring the beauty of the creator.Suddenly his cell rang up.A female voice turned up”hello,is it Rohan?”

”yes,Rohan speaking,who’s this”

“this is Mudita,I am your project partner,I am arriving tomorrow morning”

It was like a lioness roaring facing the jungle “fear I am coming”

“ok,In case you face any problem call me”

“bye”

“bye,see you tomorow”

Had he said something wrong?He was still,thinking about arrogant people he had faced in his life before.

Rohan went to complete his routinal walk,with his solitude.and after then went to sleep,with no idea that what was going to happen in his life next moment.Next morning ,around midday his cell again rang up,again same voice but this time with added flavours of lot of niose”I hae reached,what about my accomodation?”

“that has been arranged”

Conversation ended with no gentlemen BYE”S and THANKS.

Rohan was not surprised with that,he had smelled the forthcoming danger.After spending his time in usual routinal work,he realized to show his hospitality.and decided to go and welcome the guest.

Rohan waiting on roadside,suddenly a cab came and stopped

“Mudita?”

“yeah”

“hi,welcome“

No reply from other side.

Whole of the day scorchingly hot,Rohan was engaged in providing services to his new guest,showing silently his hosptality.

In the end of the day Rohan escorted her to a restaurant,to familiarize the place.But he didn’t have any idea of the lucrative upcomings.

“So anything you would like to order”,Rohan

“no”

“Do you speak less or just it is because you are not familiar with the weather”

“MAIN AISE HI KISI SE BAAT NAHI KARTI"

A tight slap on Rohan’s hospitality,he tried to digest it with a smile but....it was to hard blow to ...

A silence between two strangers,yet a niose was there.Murmering of the people around is adding escence to it.

“so can you tell something about you,so that we can know each other that can help us to work together smoothly”

“i don’t talk to boys,they are bastards”

Second slap,this time on Rohan’s ego,he felt like shattered.He was trying to be nice with the new guest but the guest was peircing his soul.

Again a long silence,haunting Rohan who was not use to it.He was a kindling guy who could set fire to any place. He escorted her back to her resort,no talks,only silence .....just winds passing by touching their faces,but to Rohan it was screaming ,scratching his face.....face still laden with smile ...a fake one .....this time it ended with gentleman’s BYE.

Continued...

Departed

A withered cottage,handfull of old and rugged stool on the name of furniture round,an earthen pot in a corner with muddy water inside,a cot with sniffing small creatures all over,a poster of 'Durga' on wall,a pot in a shelf with handful of rice in it,some dusty utensils in the shelf.
"chal kaam pe jaa budiya!"a hoarse choice came from outside.Landlord of the cottage shouted on Rajeshwari,once used to be a part of most wealthy family of the village.Now manage her living by begging,washing clothes,washing utensils,Again voice came this time ladden with anger"budiya bhahar nikal,kiraya de warna ise tudwata hu"but not even a single murmer came from inside.Matre's face red hot with anger,"aaj ya to kiraya de warna nikal hiyan se".Again the reply is silence.Landlord,an imminent personality of village and a "budiya" not listenig to her,"what a great shame for him"."thod do ise"ordered the big giant to crush the cottage.He gave the old lady one month back some mercy to give whole of the kiraya,with the threat he will crush
her little empty cottage.This scenario flooded the site with dozens of village children eager to know what is goin to happen
amazed by the sound and working of giant machine.Few villagers too gathered just to know whats is happeneing in their neighbourhood.Some by-passer stood up there thinking this could be a news which they can
spread among,at the Kallu's pan shop where they usually gather to share rumours
and back bitings.A women cried over the landlord"marega kya budiya ko!Rajju bahar nikal".But again same vieled silence,just the groaning of the tractor is adding the flavours to murmers of the stand-by's.Matre looked at all round him,people were silently agreeing with the woman.He signed the buldozer to wait and said loudly"jao jakar dekho mar gayi kya"The same woman went in.With a few seconds of silence,suddenly a loud cry came out
"hiya aao!Rajjo ko kya hua,dekho".
A cold body lying over floor with flies over her calm face.Whole of the silence is broken by the cries of village women who came and shaded the body,just to fetch the ritual,crying over any funeral in the village. No-one seems to be moved,every body just murmering,some"kaise hua","Matre ne hi to nhi mar diya""some feling pity over her"bichari,achcha hua chali gayi""bachche,pati sab to chor ke chale gaye the".Epressions and gestures as if they are all ladden by tons of grief.In their voice pity is flooding for her,who once used to taunted her,neglected her.Matre with a sign of tension,not because of her death,but because of her funeral arrangement.Rajjo still lying on floor as if smiling at her fate,everybody left her,she was alone from last 15 years,no-one have ever been there to see her.when alive She used to laugh with the children,sing with birds,hand to mouth with no grief and regret,
used to go in every funeral and at every birth and usually used to come back without enjoying the feasts.

Now What to do?Who's going to take the responsibility?The questions haunting everybody this time,but no-one is coming in front.All were busy with murmers"ab kaun karega?""bhai kuch to karna padega"
Winds flowing tempestuously,like a mother seeing her daughter lying so calmly among the selfish world.Atlast Matre shouted after waking from a deep thought.breaking the music of inscrutable voices"chalo sab bahar aao"chal tu badha "and signed the giant to crush the cottage.Every body without even a question came out of cottage,and again back to their job- silent spectator.
the bewildered gigantic machine crashed the little dream of Rajjo,slowly but harshly putting the mud in the tractor.Every one ,silent spectator,murmuring but now on the act of landlord.The heartless giant crushed whole of the cottage.Whole of the mud castle is now on tractor.The earthen pot crushed with all its rice on the street,the cot now a peice of some broken wooden logs.

Rajjo's face just glistenig throught the mud,all her body under the castle,but still so calm and quiet.

koi deewana kehta hai....

Koi Deewana kahta hai Koi Pagal samajhta hai,
magar dharti ki bechaini ko bas badal samajhta hai.
Main tujhse door kaisa hoon , Tu mujhse door kaisi hai,
ye tera dil samajhta hai ya mera Dil samajhta hai..

Maohabbat ek ehsason ki pawan si nishani hai,
Kabhi Kabira diwana tha kabhi Meera Diwani hai.
Yahan sab log kahte hain mere aankhon me aansun hain,
Jo tu samjhe to moti hain.. jo na samjhe to pani hain..

Samandar peer ka andar hai lekin ro nahin sakta,
Ye aansoon pyar ka moti hai isko kho nahin sakta.
Mere chahat ko dulhan tu bana lena , magar sunle
Jo mera ho nahin paya.. wo tera ho nahin sakta...

Bhramar koi kumudni par machal baitha to hangama,
Hamare dil me koi khwab pal baitha to hangama.
Abhi tak doob kar sunte the sab kissa mohabbat ka
Main kisse ko haqeeqat me badal baitha to hangama....

me n my interpretation...

You talk about life, you talk about death
And everything in between
Like it's nothing and the words are easy
You talk about me, you talk about you
And everything I do
Like it's somethin' that needs repeating

I don't need an alibi
Or for you to realize
The things we left unsaid
Are only taking space up in our heads
Make it my fault, win the game
Point the finger, place the blame
And toss me up and down
Doesn't matter now

'Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again
This is not about emotion
I don't need a reason not to care
What you say or what happened in the end
This is my interpretation
And it don't, don't make sense

its all about me.....

Although loneliness has always been a friend of mine
I'm leaving my life in your hands
People say I'm crazy and that I am blind
Risking it all in a glance
How you got me blind is still a mystery
I can't get you out of my head
Don't care what is written in you history
As long as you're here with me

I don't care who you are
Where you're from
What you didAs long as you love me
Who you are
Where you're from
Don't care what you did
As long as you love me

Every little thing that you have said and done
Feels like it's deep within me
Doesn't really matter if you're on the run
It seems like we're meant to be

I've tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When you look in to my eyes
What you did and where you're comin from
I don't care, as long as you love me, baby.