If tomorrow never comes.

Ask the guy who made elctricity, why do we procrastrinate?

A couple hundred years ago Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success “never leave that till tomorrow” he said,”which you can do today” this is the man who discovered the electricity, you think more of us would listen to what he had to say.

I don’t know why we put things off but if I had to guess I’d say it has a lot to do with fear, fear of failure, fear of pain, fear of rejection… sometimes the fear is just of making a decision because what if you’re wrong, what if you’re making a mistake you can’t undo.

"The early bird catches the worm; a stitch in time saves nine."

"He who hesitates is lost."

We can't pretend we haven't been told, we've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day.

Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves, we have to make our own mistakes, we have to learn our own lessons, we have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore, until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin meant, that "knowing is better than wondering", That "waking is better than sleeping" and that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistakes beats the hell out of never trying.

In pursuit of happyness with a 'y'.

We wake up, *yawn* look around, think aloud, "Why in the name of god do we have a Monday?!?"

The answer is really simple... We had a great weekend, now it's time to put our pants on, get back to "work."

What if everyday was a Sunday. We do something innovative, feel " happy", look at education from an artistic point of view and not from an institutional one. Have a picnic, catch up with an old friend, say something nice to your loved one, and just feel.... the vibes, the excitement, the joy of being blissfully happy....

No worries, no deadlines, no pressure, nothing at all.

You call that paradise? Well...

You see actually the human brain can be defined simply in a single word-'complicated'! It fails to record text-book material(it being in a formal language...), but it remembers that under no circumstances should you snowboard in a pair of shorts.

It lives in this anticipation, just waiting... for "it" to happen. That single incident that will make all of your attempts and struggles till date seem purposeful...(the big bounce!!!!!... that is correct terminology, I suppose...)

TEENAGE:- We live in this world where we're exploring ourselves. Live life to the fullest, study hard, party harder...We strive for perfection. We achieve. Prove our point of view. Only to get back home, think about something that occurred, did not go down well with us, curse the person, feel sorry, for this single impulse. Think to ourselves about all these ties we had with the person, how he/she let us down, "All this; for what?" OR "What a piss-off, made me really hate him/her."

The real "happy" person would be, who has just no qualms, no grudges, nothing against anyone, for that matter, even himself/herself.
He may as well have countless shortcomings but would walk up to the mirror, beam, flash himself/herself a thumbs-up, comment,"You did well today, I am proud of you, (so what if the sonofagun or miss goody-two-shoes won, we placed; didn't we?), let's get some good sleep, shall we?"

This person needs no miracles, no turning points in life, no realisations, no mind-boggling farfetched phenomena that makes him/her understand the soul purpose of "life, the universe and everything...", needs nothing but a moment.

Let's face it, falling is easy, it's getting back up that becomes the problem, we look up around us for that glimmer of hope,wishing for someone to come all enthusiastic, cheer us on, heave us up...( if you are on the list of people who need liposuction otherwise, help up is fine)
Or instead we could pretty much try our own two feet, get up, brush the dust of our shouders, get back into the game and be in the true sense of the word 'independant'.

There are no absolute inspiring happenings, what may inspire millions might just seem deplorably insipid to one.
It's grasping inspiration in anything and everything...
It's what life is and always will be.
*Wasting hours online,thinking u have a connection with someone,
*Being in a party with close friends and still feel out of place,
*Being infected with terminal cancer,
*Or just being insignificantly placed.

Whatever category you may put yourself in, be "happy". Be your own shrink once in a while.
Give yourself a boost of confidence. Act crazy. Do not give a rabbit's hindside to what people have to say about you on the negative end, when you know you've carried it off well.
Well just be a human being and providence will find its way.....in due course...:P

After much thinking, I come to a very simple conclusion, there is no such thing as growing up, we are all just a bunch of kids, breaking away from our families to form one of our own, running around the playground, screaming, shouting, in the pretence of enjoyment only to convince ourselves that we are living to the fullest!

Hoping, abandoning the same, trying desperately to fit in. We chase our dreams, after all what dreams are those that are not chased; jumping into relationships, while eyeing a better one...

But sometimes it's this one moment, (it's always about the moment, isn't it?) Someone walks into your life, completely sweeps you off your feet, and then before you know it you have taken it a little too far...

Before you know it, you think you're in love. You admit the person into your thoughts, hope to be with them, lust for their prescence, crave for their voice, just pointlessly keep thinking over and over... Marvel at how they shut you up, make you feel like a larger than life character.

But then one day you remark how "grapes are sour" and that it was too good to be true, and you just tried too hard.

It is this so called four letter word "love"; that makes you growl like a tiger and purr like a kitten. You want it so badly, and you regret how you let it pass away. You think it is a far-fetched fantasy to have a perfect relationship, and we are better off in the playground with friends.

So techinically grown ups do not exist, its this four letter word that makes you a child again. Makes you human...

Choose a title yourself,beholder.

I say, "I love you." I mean it.

She reciprocates, "I love you too." She doesn't really mean it,doesn't care.

I am just another guy from her list of a 43. She is talking to me; while admiring herself in a full length mirror,thinking to herself, I must be good, after all, I get so many proposals.

She resumes talking to me,"I am foolish to love her", she comments.(We should give her points for honesty.)Deep down she knows I am different that I wont stop until I have her, she doesn't acknowledge such passing thoughts.

She talks to me, time fleeting away, not getting enough of herself, although admitting I have some nerve to hold on....

As every conversation melts away into lingering memories, I think to myself how wonderfully gifted she is, how nicely she amuses herself, with forlorn guys desperate for love. She plays with me, complements me makes me feel like a man, she says all those things she would to her true love, sweeps me off my feet, makes me unsure of myself at the same time making me confident enough to pour my guts out to say those magic words.
I say if this is what love is; even if it is a distant fantasy; an unreal dream; I have never been happier, what is happiness but a feeling of being proud of what you are, being true to ones nature, and being who you've always wanted to be.

She says she has never dated,she says she never will, I say she will; one day she will, one day she'll realise that we have have something more than teenage crush,till then I want to be played with, I want to know I CAN. It may take years, it may take seconds, it may never be.

There is no definition of being in love, it may be a look, a touch, an online conversation or a simple gesture, a feeling like no other, this is love.

One day she'll really mean those three words, till then I have never been happier to get her attention although divided, but realistic.

No title for this one.

Life is dim; my mind is SO NOT brimming with ideas but there is nothing to channel these ideas into,here i am once again during my boards, here i am posting..,(this is almost getting to be habit now..lol..),well the idea behind this blog is to ramble on utter gibberish that which when seen promptly forces the reader to A) shut his explorer B) wished to never have listened to you( that is when you would have been begging him/her for comments or if worse to caste a mere glance at your blog C)well never have wished to known you(thinking they might learn a thing or two from your blog but instead end up quite astonished at the crap you can come up with on such short notice.)

Well i am really sorry folks, to disappoint you so; but this post is the most atrocious piece of writing i can and will ever come up with(i realise it sounds like i am a witness in front of a jury of unanimity.."can and will"..but you may actually come up with better opinions for my post..so do comment(this time i am not begging my contacts individually). Here goes i am bored,so pathetically bored that i can in fact describe boredom;i have nothing to do,no sweet talks with people of the opposite sex,no commendable posts that you would probably expect(or not,i am just an amateur what do you expect?!??!?!),the truth of the matter lies in that i am desperately running out of ideas;(not that i had many in the first place, but i like to overestimate myself...)i am so bored that i could go on for hours and after this experience trust me you will not hear from me again requests pertain to my blogging endeavours such as this one right here!
Please take it as a failed experiment,an application gone "conk",or just entirely ignore it,i pretty much hate this post anyway!

OPEN CRITICISM WILL BE MUCH APPRECIATED.

Dance, Dance!

A subtle touch, an innocent giggle, words left unspoken but none failing to implicate the reality of the moment. I tried to talk myself into erasing the complexities in my life. I ask myself ‘why’ but then the inevitable ‘why not’ unceasingly echoes.

17 March 07, was one of those typical days in my life, those compos mentis people would term as unhealthy. It was a day full of stress yet brimming with joy!

But the only essential factor that made this day different from the rest was when she approached me. She asked me to dance with her; in her mild voice that was ‘balmier than the half-opening buds of April’. I on the other hand had to be at the same moment gormandizing and relishing some paneer tikka. Not knowing what else to do, I attempted swallowing the piece down in one big gulp.

We had already started dancing by now, my face was a myriad of colors; blue because I was choking, red because I was blushing more than I ever had, green with envy, cause she wasn’t mine.I believe I was dancing in a rather unruly and obnoxious way. She on the other hand had her delicate fingers embracing mine and she looked so beautiful that I was transfixed. She had the most charming smile and angel eyes that pierced my nefarious heart. Captivated by her looks, cherishing the last imprint, a lingering memory…

Nothing will ever recreate the happiest two and a half minutes in my life.
@Author Jason Fernandes

This starts like a testimonial i hope..but leads on to something deeper...

Here i am,collecting my thoughts,(not a "bherry" easy thing i say...),to perhaps describe this female in words..a class in herself...

Where do i start...its this time when you think of all those small things..those online messages..a smile nations away(sparked by me, i hope..!)...,a distant image;concocted form perhaps a personality encountered online...( thank u msn, hotmail, blah blah...Bill Gates lol...),she makes me feel away form this mundane instances of life..(like i am in a spa or something!)...in short makes me forget these trifle issues...life and i do not really go along hand in hand!!!!

By the far the only person has no issues with life;eats karelas( claims to like them..ughh!..how?)..lives life to the fullest,(hates tomatoes how i have no clue.."only in pizzas")..i so cannot go offline when you are around..hope this brought out something lol again...!!!!

She hates pink finally...now we're getting somewhere..I will write more next time ...dont scream!!!!