17.9.09

best the new beginning

this world...our world..should advance rapidly..and i have no idea how long it will take for this advancement but it should....something like the stuff that we see in sci-fi..
why?
i believe this advancement will open up.....open up the eyes of all those who are sleeping and clueless..the ones who are soo ignorant! and here i dont mean.. to blame them by calling them ignorant..please..who am i to do that ya!
i cant believe this but all of a sudden i am noticing poverty around me from a different point of view..i see beggars crawing bridges..small kids with no legs and hands..no clothes to wear..
a shabby looking man being questioned by the tc on the platform..the same woman everyday at the traffic signal..begging!a poor man running soo hard to catch the train along with the heavy basket on his head..the other day i went to this construction site to understand pile foundation and i fucking cudnt bear the heat even for 30 min...and i saw labourers sweating their ass off
i mean i am not getting emotional about this..it doesnt help..i dont bloody thank god..or i mean...thats not what i am trying to put here..but ..why cant this world..become best!
like say if it is in such a condition where people have to beg in order to live..when will the time come when we all ... i mean we ALL become such ..that begging or stealing food doesnt exist ...poverty will not exist...at all!
and then the world becomes best! where we all compete for something bigger and better than best!
where every1 is self sufficient..intelligent ..and happy..
poverty is very very disturbing..
today just when i was about to get down from train ..this v.poor woman with 2 small kids and a big bag got into first clss..and all the others roared at her..and mind u there were 2 more kids with her husband! GOD!
she got freaked and started crying! coz she apparently was going to see another kid of theirs who was battling for life..ufff..why so many kids?isnt that stupidity! when u cant raise them well..why bring them in this world ?
let us all be best so that we can raise hundreds of them ;)

14.9.09

posting

some days are soo perfect..busy-ness is so to say seems perfect for me..its strange but i really have started to believe the fact that i like extremes..now there were these days when i just prefered doing nothing..i mean literally nothing! and then there are days when i keep myself soo bloody busy that time just flies..
so..lets get on to the busy-ness baibeee...

9.9.09

:)

i like manhattan......i like americans...yep..i doooooo

28.8.09

of war and worlds

In my dreams i am dying all the time,as i wake its kaleidoscopic mind.
I never meant to hurt you ..
I never meant to lie ..So this is goodbye ...This is goodbye ..Tell the truth you never wanted me.. Tell me In my dreams ..I'm jealous all the time ..
As I wake I'm going out of my mind Going out of my mind ...
war is illegal..war is hell..war is the time when life becomes death or who noes worse than that.
the turbulance in life when you loose everything that you have.losing your world that made you u.disunion with what you are,what you were..war detached you with what you wanted to be.
inequitable doom.
implacable crumps she heard bought her world crashing down..her world was as cynical as it could possibly get.. puff of bullets hitting her people ..not a moment of peace..
nowhere she could find a quiet place to sit and rest just to calm her shaken mind.
witnessing her world falling apart her stubborn,obstinate crisis tore her world apart..
cinema has shown us decades of violence and some of the movies contain the most naturalistic depiction of what happens when human beings are shot dead with rifles or ripped apart by grenades.
This war just like most of the others that took place in the past had a serious moral issue.
eccentric! really bizzare means ..to achieve something by means of destruction.
how can you gain something by bleeding lives? where to go? and what if her world never got built again?...what if she lived just to die ?
flogged soul.the emptiness..when all life she lived to fill the voids and tying knots,today she had nothing to give.
emptiness=unreal.
it ends and everything is done with.people bit the dust. she was desolated and devastated to the point that she lost all the connection..connection with what? well...her world?it doesnt exist anymore..
she was a child of ruination.
there are two ways of looking at everything,not necessarily white or black.life really is in shades of grey and in that sense silence is the grey word.we observe moment of silence when people die in order to remember and reflect the event,yet there are times when silence is soo negative,things fall apart because of noiselessness.
but it is not words(presence of speech) but actions that causes attactment..and while walking down the lane,indifferent towards aftermath ,she found him, looking at her from his innocent ,lost eyes .
he was a kid left alone in the streets due to ongoing battle.
she didnt noe why or how she thought of this,but in her heart he was the ray of hope.
she took him in her arms and hugged him hard.stared into his watery eyes and decided to make him her world,her family and not due to egotistic reason.
silence is all they spoke while she left untraced ,waiting to be healed.
attachment is healing.

19.8.09

hush hush

what is lazinesss?
laziness is to not do something tat you are supposed to do ...till the water reaches your nose..and starts to run over..and then you wake up and realise tat time has passed by and you are soo bloody late!
from the past 1 week all i am doing is telling myself i wish..i wish..i did nothing to take advantage of the swine flu vacation...absolutely nothing..besides sleeping,drinking ,movies and games! damn..
i am finnaly happy that i started with my auto-cad class..something tat i was hoping to start learning in the vacations...but all i did then was get drunk and roam with frnds! ..time really is money!

13.8.09

A passing thought

if all u want to do is write...write...about what you did ..like a daily basis diary o sumthin..to achieve satisfaction..then to an extent i strongly feel that all you need to do is find a friend..or find a different way to please yourself..

why to write what you did? why?

12.8.09

The greatest belief

it is like searching from somewhere..something that you feel you need it.
it is the need for the moment .
something like a book that you wanted to find out where it is kept in a messy cupboard..or like an old pair of tshirt you suddenly felt the urge to wear..
and you start searching for it.
i think 24-7 ..and i would really need another garima to note down what i thought..because i cant sit and recall...
its like running water..but when i sit and stare ..i can recall bits of it...bits of what i WANT..
is it possible that you just cannot find what you want?...what if you 'knew' that the book is in the shelf and you are digging the shelf soo badly to get IT..and you are just not able to find it still..
no right? if it is present there..all you have to do is search for it.
something similar happens to my belief system.i believe....belief is the most effortless thing.. it is there..always and it keeps us going ..as if we are born to find that..(the book? the tshirt?)
belief is having confidence in TRUTH...how truthful are we to ourselfs? our wants and our needs?
it has got nothing to do with the mask that we wear on your faces and step out into the world..an understood way of living life ..we have become complex...very complex to mix our inner and outer world..its impossible..and let us even not dare to do it ...for you will find people waiting to rape it.
the devils..
belief belongs to our innerspace..our innerworld..
you feel like you are running in this dark..really dark tunnel with a strange belif that there is light in the end of the tunnel. you dont noe who told you and how did it enter in your system but you just believed in it and without any questions or challeges and even plotting options for yourself you just start running towards it..
it is called destiny.
yes i believe in destiny..the course of my journey to get to that light is a part of something called as life..
and i effortlessly accept that it will come to me on its own...because it just...will...
i may not have the best brain ..the biggest dream..the greatest belief..but it doesnt really matter in the end..because i get what i NEED,and anyways..it isnt really the end.
music-porcelain-moby

10.8.09

picture


an abstract pic of oasis in space
deep and confusing...will save it to understand it sometime later

9.6.09

my mind is a battlefield...and i try to kill ..and i duno who will be saved and dead but in the end i noe ..i noe i will be wounded ..wounded by the choice i made..

it feels strange to be stuck in a situation ...that is laughing at you and you fail to hear it,to understand it...a maze and you dunno which way to go..because you just noe what not to do..

i sumtimes feel that i dunno myself..

i feel i am doing the right thing...its just tht there is nothin to replace it...

19.5.09

my fishy feeling

music-Hysteria, def leppard
i feel like being a fish...a dainty ,radiant and thin one with a bushy tail, more desirably orange in colour..or maybe my desperateness that would compromise being an ugly one,would still do i guess.
living in a grand aquarium all on my own.. moving swiftly in the water...wagging my tail ....
naming myself 'shieks' hehe.
i want to noe how it feels like to be a live water animal...
i want to feel what it is like when people gather around me and look at the way i move gently ,i stop ,i stare and move swiftly in the water ..even though this might feel similar.
my water .
sooner or later a face comes as ..it does inevitably and stares at me ..long and hard....he would stick his face and stare at me..knock my house and shake my water...big eyes that will try to scare me ,to trouble me .
it could be for FUN.
but i noe that it cant reach me,it cant touch me...it cant hear me..because im safe there..
there are no alarms and no surprises.........................................only peace and water and me

gogu

gogu
there are some days without a smile