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some interesting facts about ego

When the ego is personified, it is like a slave to three harsh masters: the id, the super-ego, and the external world. It has to do its best to suit all three, thus is constantly feeling hemmed by the danger of causing discontent on two other sides. It is said, however, that the ego seems to be more loyal to the id, preferring to gloss over the finer details of reality to minimise conflicts while pretending to have a regard for reality. But the super-ego is constantly watching every one of the ego's moves and punishes it with feelings of guilt, anxiety, and inferiority. To overcome this the ego employs defense mechanisms.The defense mechanisms are not done so directly or consciously. They lessen the tension by covering up our impulses that are threatening.
Denial, displacement, intellectualisation, fantasy, compensation, projection, rationalisation, reaction formation, regression, repression, and sublimation were the defense mechanisms.

The Super-ego works in contradiction to the id. The Super-ego strives to act in a socially appropriate manner, whereas the id just wants instant self-gratification. The Super-ego controls our sense of right and wrong and guilt. It helps us fit into society by getting us to act in socially acceptable ways.[1]
The Super-ego's demands oppose the id’s, so the ego has a hard time in reconciling the two.

R-you are practical...and practical people become managers. I am a musician..i am emotional..and emotional people become Leaders.
G-my ego is bigger than anything in this world.My ego makes the decisions..not me.Thats how I am.therefore, I am.....

SPICY GREEN CHUTNEY

Under all the confusion lays me. I don’t know where I am heading towards ; only with a rough sketch in my mind I walk ahead, not that I want to know what I want. The whole concept of that question seems like an illusion to me. Trying to fit into everything and then withdrawing back out of the fear of losing faith, it seems tiring now that things passed this way.
The fear of not belonging there wants me to come back home. All this while the only motivation was accomplishing the task that pushed me ahead and back then all this wasn’t an issue. Inarguably change is for the better. But after a while you feel the need to change and come back home.
I worked very hard for NASA so much that honestly I didn’t even realise how much it meant to me when the results were announced and I cried like a baby after losing. Our NASA was rather a controversial, scandalising experience.Ofcourse that was just during ending. The beginning plus the process was very exciting and unique for me. I wished that it just ended there. As it is said that it’s not the destination but the journey that matters after all. This journey could be literally compared to a remote Indian village where you are riding in a comfortable vehicle just that it’s a kuccha road ahead due to which you can’t properly sit, sleep, and eat; you complain about the harsh sun and lack of amenities yet wholly it’s the humbling experience that etches in your heart.
I for once hate to give out the details, but I am glad that I got involved in this. Happy to figure out that in spite of all the unfairness, the satisfaction of learning out of experience and people taught me valuable lessons .The change has begun.....................

justt

I noe where games took inspiration from...
from life.
my life is the biggest sly ever!! just when i thought its the way it should better be..it surprises me with a sudden horrible bump..i hate that bump.
it can be the funniest thing ever..it can make you do the stupidest thing ever.. blah blah blah

Dedicated to Banganga

cursing my destiny for not bringing me to this place before..and slapping myself for not clicking more photos! since my brain was in the auto mode!

my class trip

its amazing how a city can make u feel..i have repeatedly read it somewhere that people will forget what you told them,what you did to them..but they will never forget how you made them feel. absolutely true.i had been to delhi and agra before with my parents ..and to be honest ..it had kinda bored me to death and plus i was quite young to rationalize or even think of having opinions about the places i visited..it literally bored me..and i have absolutely no memories as such.

when i went for my class trip this year..i had no idea how it might turn out..i love my classmates and class trips are a perfect getaway with a bunch of known people and trust me..even if it had been to dharavi it wud have still rocked! but 2 weeks was a lot of time....and it kind of became a big boss situation for us :P

maybe India is not a big canvas and there are literally no places in here that would make u awe or appreciate something you havent seen..something related to the present day time..something that we can connect with you noe..

so this time it was history that did the charm..love it or hate it..moghul architecture is grand..flamboyant..the fact that no one will built all this ever again is enough a reason to appreciate it..(nobody would want to..is a different thing)..(Hrithik roshan..iss so bloody Akbar for me ..and will always be :-} )...

Agra is not a modern day city...that city is....old..it is still soo old..and if historical sites out there continue to throb millions of people like us ...it would be caged in a very wierd time period..and it would be fun to go there 20 years from now..i would love to figure out how it would make me feel then...

its like someone gave u that time machine where you just went back hundreds of years ago..and listen to events happend there..because everything in someway or the other is woven in that strong past..from beggars to businessmen..earn a living there due to its historic presence..Agra is a place where time machine could take you to...because it makes you feel ancient..atleast thats the best way i could describe it..

moving to chandigarh.......................GUYS that place isss awesomee...i was jealous of that place man..the weather,cheap booze,wide wide roads..(its a planned city btw)that city is soo fair with people..its a bit monotonus but still..every morning bought a smile on my face and cute punjabi guys kept me going :P and if you want antonym for mumbai its apt..that city has everything every mumbaikar wants! i am not really a big fan of brutalism but its a very justified and a huge example landed in india to be appreciated..not my style thou..panjab university is by far the best university i have visited.. that structure would want you to be a part of it forever..:-}

then comes Delhi...(and we dont care if its the capital of our country)..minus the fact that it is clean and ohh yeah the METRO..which is the only point it scores over any damn thing in our country..delhi is damn shady man! I didnt like the people there..they were not perverts.. but..they somehow were unfriendly.....cheaters in the dark..invisible crooks..as if u noe u have to be cautious about everything you do..and if ur a chick..its even more..shieks! people seemed satisfied but unavailable for some reason...i didnt find one single man or group of notorious kids there...like we see in mumbai! those pain in the asses..matter of fact..there was no humour in the air..minus the India gate(rem the scene in rdb?) and rashtrapati bhavan that ozzed out patriotism in all of us...delhi had nothing to offer to me..delhi was depressing atleast for a mumbaikar..

as i am pretty bad with endings..i just want to add one last thing..mumbai is dirty and congested n all that plus with the weather thats getting worse day by day..we all love and value bombay..because it makes me what i am today..Bombay is beautiful..

What I feel for Bombay you will never know. Its like the pure love for a beautiful woman, gratitude for her existance, and devotion to her living presence. If Bombay were a creature with flesh and blood, with my blood type. Rh negative - and very often I think she is - then I would give her a transfusion down to my last drop, to save her life.-Shantaram

be the water that touches her feet..then the sun shines while the wind is blowing everything..come over her feet slowly, make that loud noise..only to flow away..
(what a myth..it felt as if she was moving away)..taking her sand beneath ..taking the world away with you..leaving the depression beneath...but she walks towards water..that comes running towards her like a child..only to go away again.Now she is quite inside..where water is every where..
It goes and comes again but it doesnt matter..
you cant always blame others for everything and blaming yourself doesnt convince .you get caught up in a situation like this and you dont noe what to do..but it doesnt matter..thats gravity of life.
dont fight,dont shout,dont do it,dont mess,please understand..it makes her bad..and she doesnt want to be bad...
she takes the boat and starts to sail..comes in between the sea where there is water everywhere..but suddenly there is storm and the boat starts sinking .. she starts throwing everything out one by one ..but..it doesnt help...
you do all it takes to save it from drowing but it takes everything away..
in the eyes of the storm..youll see a lonely dove..the experience of survival is the key..to the Gravity of Love

D

i cant explain how much i hate phatakas...

its nothing but that idiotic thrill ..of buying costly phatakas and listening to the dhom dhom!...causes discomfort ..and after a point of time it is annoying dude...it becomes very annoying when the whole world does it....!!

arghh ## that dhom dhom dhom dhom....feel like putting that bomb in ur A&##

stuff in the mind

it is about 'wrong' and 'right'...about 'sadness' and 'happiness'...about 'revealing' and 'hiding'....there are opposites for everything and words which dont have them dont mean anything....we make machines and use them for our needs ,sometimes i feel even we all are like machines but thats wrong because we arent. the reason being we have feelings...

i like the world around me and i dont noe whom to thank but sometimes i sit and wonder and i express my gratitude to whomsoever it is concerned..

when i read the above line again..i felt as if i dont mean it at all! can we all reach a point of time in our lives when nothing pleases us? just like how doing things bore us... can living a life be equally boring? its a heavy burden to 'live' the life sometimes..

principles..

so we all have principles...but who makes them? me..i ..ourselves..and when exactly did we make them? we dont noe.....we dont even noe all of them..

its funny and strange how ignorant and helpless are we..and even ranting will do no good..but believe it or not..its an exercise that will make me sink this fact in my computer for atleast a few days....

sucker sucker sucker for everything and nothing..i want everything...i desire everything and i keep doing it for myself...and then i dont do it...

then the new ideas come into being,the new theories come in the scene and myself has a shaky ground...myself wonders..and wonders again whether was it right?

there are few number of people whu want to be dickheads and i can effortlessly be one! hahah ofcourse i prefer to be one only sometimes thou..

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 ;)

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...