The main credit for my return to the world of blogging, and the whole 'creative renaissance thing' taking place in my life, has to be given to a special someone. The aim of this post was to say a few words about her in the most cheesy, most obviously subtle manner. I owe a lot to her, and well..
She is my
Sanity
Hope
Aspiration
Reality
Aid
Nirvana
Youth
Assurance
Mirth
Energy
Nourishment
Opportunity
Navigator
Yeah, I know. I had to do this. I'm sorry :)
More of me, mine, her, hers, ours and yours to follow in the next few. Until then, keep it groovy.
--- AJ
Monday, January 19, 2009
Hello, Again.
After a spectacular hiatus that taught me quite a few things, I've returned to the world of blogging in an effort to prevent my brain from decaying any further.
To the blogging community that cares,
Thanks for waiting.
To the blogging community that doesn't care,
Thanks anyway.
--- AJ
To the blogging community that cares,
Thanks for waiting.
To the blogging community that doesn't care,
Thanks anyway.
--- AJ
Thursday, May 18, 2006
:: Rainy Days ::
Rainy Days, just passing by,
One-by-One, I don't know why.
The sky is crying and so am I,
Why does life have to be so dry...
Rainy Days are all alike,
It's as if happiness' on strike.
I wonder what I'm doing so wrong,
Whatever 'tis the winds of trouble are getting strong.
Rainy Days, all around
Don't know when I'm gonna hit the ground,
But when I do, I'll give you this,
The whole wide world will be made of bliss.
-- Now, is it just me..or does this fit perfectly in with Hendrix's "Purple Haze" tune?! -- :P
Cheers.
One-by-One, I don't know why.
The sky is crying and so am I,
Why does life have to be so dry...
Rainy Days are all alike,
It's as if happiness' on strike.
I wonder what I'm doing so wrong,
Whatever 'tis the winds of trouble are getting strong.
Rainy Days, all around
Don't know when I'm gonna hit the ground,
But when I do, I'll give you this,
The whole wide world will be made of bliss.
-- Now, is it just me..or does this fit perfectly in with Hendrix's "Purple Haze" tune?! -- :P
Cheers.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
To pee, or not to pee?
Sitting at a movie theatre, watching the new-release version of some movie I really wanted to see, I feel the sudden urge to empty the bucket. What would most people do in this situation?
“To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of this outrageous fortune,
Or to put mine arms against the sea of trouble,
And by releasing it, end it? To try: to keep;
No more; and by keep to say we encourage
The stomach-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly not to be wish'd. To try, to control;
To control: perchance to stand: ay, there's the rub;
For in that stance, what control may come
When we have shuffled off our feet, in a desperate toil,
It gives us nothing: there's the reward
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the stings and stabs of the bladder,
The beast's brutality, the proud man's pain,
The pangs of pressure, the deed's delay,
The insolence of his mind and the torture
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare hand (and a free urinal) ? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under the weary task,
But for the dread of leaving your joy,
The undiscovered show from whose bourn
No tales return, persuades us to stay,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to the other and miss a part of the movie that we know not of?
Thus curiosity makes a coward of us all;
And thus the native hue of comfort
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of nature’s emergency,
And tasks of great pitch and magnitude
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose thy sense of urgency.”
- A parody of Hamlet
“To pee, or not to pee, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of this outrageous fortune,
Or to put mine arms against the sea of trouble,
And by releasing it, end it? To try: to keep;
No more; and by keep to say we encourage
The stomach-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly not to be wish'd. To try, to control;
To control: perchance to stand: ay, there's the rub;
For in that stance, what control may come
When we have shuffled off our feet, in a desperate toil,
It gives us nothing: there's the reward
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the stings and stabs of the bladder,
The beast's brutality, the proud man's pain,
The pangs of pressure, the deed's delay,
The insolence of his mind and the torture
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare hand (and a free urinal) ? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under the weary task,
But for the dread of leaving your joy,
The undiscovered show from whose bourn
No tales return, persuades us to stay,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to the other and miss a part of the movie that we know not of?
Thus curiosity makes a coward of us all;
And thus the native hue of comfort
Is sicklied over with the pale cast of nature’s emergency,
And tasks of great pitch and magnitude
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose thy sense of urgency.”
- A parody of Hamlet
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Random Rant
Stress
A definition, friends, of stress:
Your own reaction to a mess
Stresses may be large or small
Sometimes they're not perceived at all
Examples: Say a lack of cash;
A just-avoided freeway crash;
An allergen that's in the air;
The barber says you're losing hair;
Fifty on a spavined horse;
Attorney's letter re divorce;
Wetness, dryness, heat or cold;
Callow youth or getting old
Stress from pains to pleasures range
The common element is change
Adapt or die, and that's a fact
And so our bodies must react:
The heart speeds up, the gut slows down
Facial muscles snarl or frown
Bronchial tubes expand and then
The blood absorbs more oxygen
Widened pupils search the void
Adrenal glands secrete steroid
Serum glucose starts to climb
More insulin works overtime
Stressed physically or mentally
Muscles tense to fight or flee
The midbrain boils with rage and fear
While cortex plans to save your rear
The point is, stress is not unique
It doesn't mean you're dumb or weak
A part of mankind's constitution
Bequeathed to us by evolution
Common both to man and beast
It proves you're still alive, at least.
- William Goldsmith
Hmm..Stress - the number one thing on every academic's mind right now. Lemme know ur comments abt this wretched phenomenon..and perhaps how U deal with it..that is, if u do...
A definition, friends, of stress:
Your own reaction to a mess
Stresses may be large or small
Sometimes they're not perceived at all
Examples: Say a lack of cash;
A just-avoided freeway crash;
An allergen that's in the air;
The barber says you're losing hair;
Fifty on a spavined horse;
Attorney's letter re divorce;
Wetness, dryness, heat or cold;
Callow youth or getting old
Stress from pains to pleasures range
The common element is change
Adapt or die, and that's a fact
And so our bodies must react:
The heart speeds up, the gut slows down
Facial muscles snarl or frown
Bronchial tubes expand and then
The blood absorbs more oxygen
Widened pupils search the void
Adrenal glands secrete steroid
Serum glucose starts to climb
More insulin works overtime
Stressed physically or mentally
Muscles tense to fight or flee
The midbrain boils with rage and fear
While cortex plans to save your rear
The point is, stress is not unique
It doesn't mean you're dumb or weak
A part of mankind's constitution
Bequeathed to us by evolution
Common both to man and beast
It proves you're still alive, at least.
- William Goldsmith
Hmm..Stress - the number one thing on every academic's mind right now. Lemme know ur comments abt this wretched phenomenon..and perhaps how U deal with it..that is, if u do...
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
How absurd, the randomness of it all
Each step, an experience bar none,
Through the darkness, beyond the clouds,
Peering through the windows of wonder,
Fading away the lights of life, exposing the hidden gateways of dawn.
Sweet harmony, tugging on the strings of sanity,
And if you wonder what this may be,
How absurd, the randomness of it all...
Each step, an experience bar none,
Through the darkness, beyond the clouds,
Peering through the windows of wonder,
Fading away the lights of life, exposing the hidden gateways of dawn.
Sweet harmony, tugging on the strings of sanity,
And if you wonder what this may be,
How absurd, the randomness of it all...
Saturday, December 03, 2005
The BBB syndrome - Bored Beyond Belief.
With dark skies all around, a gentle winter's glow upon the ground,
The silence of snow, only perturbed by the wind whispering through the trees,
A scarce figure - crumpled amidst layers of warmth - walks onward.
Onward, forward - to the end of the day, the time to relax, the time to play,
For the rest of the hours seem to trudge along, slower than an ant with five broken feet.
A day that passes by, if you're lucky, notches up another, in the seemingly endless list
Of days that go by with no more excitment than one derives from staring at a blank wall.
The lack of excitement, the lack of a challenge, the lack of everything that is supposed to exist,
is explained by the overwhelming presence of Boredom, with a capital B.
The monotony of life, spurred on only by the hopes, the dream that someday,
something will change, and the inifite days of boredom would cease to exist.
Ironically, even if this change does occur, it would only motivate us further,
to look ahead, hope even more that a permanent change is just around the corner.
Sickening 'tis, to simply sit, and wait for change. People say "be proactiv!", "Get on up! and BE the change"...but quite simply, we are powerless against the will of ways - we cannot but flow with the river of reality, to struggle against the cruel current is pointless. It is discouraging, and an utter disappointment to struggle with the way of things, for in this struggle, it is irrelevant how much of a fight one puts up, it is the accurate re-telling of the story of David and Goliath,except that in this version, David gets the **** kicked of him.
The way to change, the way to get-by, the way to succeed, and revamp the entire foundations of our lives...eludes me to this day. It is the eternal quest of every human being, for the more we think about it the farther we get from the result.
The ultimate response though is perspective. The trick to getting by is perception, so leave me your comments (you arses) and give me your take on this ;) . Cheers.
P.S - Yeah...I started writing this elaborate poem...lol..and I guess the "monotony of life" got to me or something..so kinda rushed it at the end :P...Please echuse.
The silence of snow, only perturbed by the wind whispering through the trees,
A scarce figure - crumpled amidst layers of warmth - walks onward.
Onward, forward - to the end of the day, the time to relax, the time to play,
For the rest of the hours seem to trudge along, slower than an ant with five broken feet.
A day that passes by, if you're lucky, notches up another, in the seemingly endless list
Of days that go by with no more excitment than one derives from staring at a blank wall.
The lack of excitement, the lack of a challenge, the lack of everything that is supposed to exist,
is explained by the overwhelming presence of Boredom, with a capital B.
The monotony of life, spurred on only by the hopes, the dream that someday,
something will change, and the inifite days of boredom would cease to exist.
Ironically, even if this change does occur, it would only motivate us further,
to look ahead, hope even more that a permanent change is just around the corner.
Sickening 'tis, to simply sit, and wait for change. People say "be proactiv!", "Get on up! and BE the change"...but quite simply, we are powerless against the will of ways - we cannot but flow with the river of reality, to struggle against the cruel current is pointless. It is discouraging, and an utter disappointment to struggle with the way of things, for in this struggle, it is irrelevant how much of a fight one puts up, it is the accurate re-telling of the story of David and Goliath,except that in this version, David gets the **** kicked of him.
The way to change, the way to get-by, the way to succeed, and revamp the entire foundations of our lives...eludes me to this day. It is the eternal quest of every human being, for the more we think about it the farther we get from the result.
The ultimate response though is perspective. The trick to getting by is perception, so leave me your comments (you arses) and give me your take on this ;) . Cheers.
P.S - Yeah...I started writing this elaborate poem...lol..and I guess the "monotony of life" got to me or something..so kinda rushed it at the end :P...Please echuse.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
eh? EH?
Ho..Hum..Life's a bum..Wuts goin on fellow imbeciles? It's funny...how I'd disappeared...or so I thought from the world of blogging. Dormancy, Hibernation....call it what you may...I blame it on the utter absence of what one may term a mood. Yeah...thats right...Ever so sorely dependant on my creative mood to draft in...lately I've started wondering about WHY I should blog. Why should I spend 10-15 minutes of my day...my precious day..writing a bunch of grade-A bull plop that I find hard to believe after I've taken a 2 minute break to empty my bucket(that means taking a wiz for those not acquainted with my quaint lingo :P .....and taking a wiz means...if you don't know wut that means..close this browser..slap urself..and google it u arse!) right...carrying on ---> oh yeah, so... WHY? Why organize my thoughts, the constant stream of creative ooze, into a paragraph or 2 of blog material? WHY I ask you...and if u dare to care....answer me this..and may the groove be with u !
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