All that twitters is not gold

I think the best feeling anyone can expect is knowing somewhere someone is thinking of you. The sense of belonging to someone can be euphoric, I guess.

I was always under the apprehension that I was a loner and probably one of the few people who could survive being an island. I was happy being on my own, making my own decisions and not worry if my snoring would bother anyone. It was fun being cold and alone like the cold Artic or the lonely Australia, minding my own business.

My feelings did not falter until I met her. Funny how we met as well. Of the weirdest of all places - a topic which I am sure would make a nice story over a cuppa.

There were times, ofcourse that I would wish I never did. We would at times argue about the most silliest of things and frown like little kids. But then before the sun came up again the next day, we would realise our follies and just talk again as if nothing ever happend. I finally realised that even Australia needs the company of New Zealand. There was summer in the Artics, finally.

It was a sad moment - there is no doubt about it - when we parted company. The global warming hit the news. The polar caps finally were starting to melt. Despite what everyone thought or said (there were a few characters on the way), it was one of the most beautiful moments in our lives and the thought itself is enough to last a lifetime.

Which brings me back to the title of this post. I know there must be some use for it, but I just fail to see the phenomenon behind Twitter. What purpose would it serve to have people stalking your every thought (expressed within 140 characters or less)? What the bejeegees would it serve to wonder what a perfect stranger is doing right now? Are we so lonely and desperate for fame that we need stalkers in our life now?

The only compelling argument I can see in favour of all the twitters is from the jealous and no-trusting boyfriend / girlfriend. They probably would want to know what his / her better half is doing right now every now and then. I can just see it going:

Girlfriend going to her girlfriend:

"My darling is making tea. No, wait! There is a twitter update. He's just tore up a packet of biscuit to eat with his tea."

But still she would phone the boyfriend up and say, "Darling, hi its me! I just saw your twitter update. What kind of biscuit are you having?"

P.S. By the way I do not mind stalkers and you can stalk me on Twitter at dreamzunlimited (Link).

Better than sex

I have known it for a while, but have purposefully refused to acknowledge it - the worst part of my depression is knowing the fact that she's moved on and I - no matter what I do- just cannot! I am at a standstill sitting on the edge of the Niagara Falls. I just wish somebody would simply push me...

Most of you probably are reading this post because of the title and not because you are simply concerned of my welfare. So for those of you, behold: it is best that you learn the truth now - there is nothing better than sex, except probably:

1. Licking the bowl after you've made that yummy chocolate cake
2. Finally getting your turn to pee after holding it for an hour during the football half-time
3. Nuzzling the ear-bud in your ears after a long hot shower.

Most of you will still find sex better. Well, who am I to argue?

It's my friend's wedding today... but I am not happy

Hai aaj mere yaar ki shaadi magar... main khush nahin hoon
(It's my friend's wedding today... but I am not happy)

Hai kisike pyaar ki shaadi magar... main khush nahin hoon
(It's a wedding of someone's love today... but I am not happy)

Maine roka usey, toka usey, samjhaya bhi
(I stopped her, forbade her, even tried to convince her)

Deke vaasta apni yaari ka manaya bhi
(Pleaded her as well for the sake of our friendship)

Uski raah ka pathar bana
(I became a stone of her path)

aur kaanta bhi
(and a thorn too)

Phool banke uske saamne murjhaya bhi
(wilted before her as a flower too)

Lekar ke chaldiya hai woh baharein, dahej mein
(but she has moved taking along the blossoms of the spring as her dowry)

Hai gul-e-gulzar ki shaadi magar main khush nahin hoon
(it's the wedding of the flower of the garden, but I am not happy)

Hai aaj mere yaar ki shaadi magar... main khush nahin hoon
(It's my friend's wedding today... but I am not happy)

Hai kisike pyaar ki shaadi magar... main khush nahin hoon
(It's a wedding of someone's love today... but I am not happy)

Fallen Art

There are times when the horrible person within you takes over and you are compelled to act on feelings that can compare you to Hannibal Lecter.

You know its wrong. You know its against all the morals that you were brought up with. You know deep within you need to stop - but you just can't control that feeling. Its as if someone has taken over your body.

Here is an animation to what I am feeling today:

The background the story is: An old, forgotten military base somewhere in the Pacific. Soldiers who lost their minds, due to the hardships of past missions, and ... all exemplary officers the Army can't yet get rid of are sent there. There, far away from civilization, laws and rules they nurture their insanities.

Love the saxophone and the dance steps, by the way... (evil laugh sounding in the backdrop)

Is your jar full?

When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar......and the beer.

A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "Yes."

The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first", he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

When he had finished, there was a profound silence. Then one of the students raised her hand and with a puzzled expression, inquired what the beer represented.

The Professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

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