Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Mazel Tov

Judge Judy,Curious George,all arrived.An entire year is going to be ended.What did you people do?What did i do?The rendition of thoughts and actions,were those all lived?
January:Ran to office,worked little,learnt things and forgot.
February:Sadness(Pathetic Rating),My Di's got a good job,Happy family,Kinda ruined my job,as lost interest.
March:I was a looser.No deadlines,no work pressure,Did not miss a single get together.Still felt like a big looser.
April:The best month of the year.Bench worked,Outlined future plans.
May,June:Had same stuffs repeated.
July:Started a student life.Classes and friends and teachers.Competitions and overnight study.Awesome days.
August:Mostly the total month at home.Heavenly feel when you wake up at home everyday.
September:Exams.Success and failure.Shared evenly.
October:A month of bad dreams.All full of questionnaires.
November:Scattered mind.
December:I believe i am the most happy person for the time being.

Failed attempts followed by utter happiness of successes,Good people and missed People.So what counts is,were we in this time!For me,I felt the year and the song of the year was 'chances' of five for fighting and Adele's 'Someone like you'.So it's the time to welcome a new time and some new ups and downs,with a belief that everything's just gonna be fine.Happy New Year :)

Sunday, December 18, 2011


I scooted it all,after hearing back from my roomie.The best of the moronic day it was.When you just wake up and feel like,for nothing you don't want to step into office.There is this post-Up In The Air fauxmey feeling all around.You just realise the hopelessness of not being into any of the ropes.There is somebody inside of you always grunting being into economic insecurity in the company & Over-hyped,over-priced entrance examinations.You console yourself again and again,watching 'The Perfect Score'.If i would be framed into a hypothetically-conditioned movie,it would be just far better than when life happens.So anyway,how it goes.Thanks to the bonkers around.Who at this screwy place still believes,good's gonna work out.We are the tiny people,yet of infinite power.This is the law of attraction,that's how it goes all around.Winston Churchill said 'It's you,who create your own universe as you go along'.So all that I had to do is shift my awareness and really believe for my wishes come true.Peter out other news in the world,and go for the exam though it's over-hyped and else.Christmas and New Year's ahead.It ain't matter what's happening and what's going to turn up.All one has to look for is look inside your mind and figure out.Out of list of movies 'The Secret' made my next day.Happily done with the exam.There is a power in what we focus.The trial of being a philistine,watching glass-half-full shits & making the Danny DeVito movie may be tough,but rest is no biggie.

It's 'The Polar Express' time approaching :)

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Clairvoyance & The Opposite Of Clairvoyance

Look at us.Running around.Always rushed.Always late.I guess that's why they call it the human race.What we crave most in this world is the connection.For some people it happens at first site.It's when you know you know.It's fate working it's magic.And that's great for them.They get to live in a pop song.Ride the express train.But that's not the way it really works.For the rest of us,it's complicated,it's messy.It's about horrible timing,and fumbled opportunities.And not being able to say,what you need to say when you need to say it.

Look at us.Running around.Always rushed.Always late.I guess that's why they called it the human race.But sometimes,it slows down just enough for all the pieces fall into place.Fate works it's magic.And you're connected.Every once in a while in all the randomness something unexpected happens,and it pushes us all forward.And the truth is..What I'm starting to think..What I'm starting to feel..Is that maybe,the human race..Isn't a race at all.

How do you see it? It's a total caduceus.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


It's out there.Published already.Do I need to tout & so re-tout.I am writing cause I have to let it out to know the truth.Early in the morning I had a deep chat with my roomie about what we are deciding ain't what we want.You gotta see what age you are into.This is what the phase of tentativeness.You tend to get bored of prolonged stuffs.It's here ,where you live a life of attaching dots of different diameter to make a complete line.

Some Threshold Points:

1.Scribbling thoughts out at 3am after a night full of random surfing.
3.Figuring every other entrance examination as your goal and get over with it.
4.Answering all questions with 'fine'.
5.Getting addicted to small stuffs like choco lava or prime time tea.
6.Get hurt when people say 'you,a loser'(knowing that all are).
7.Try to convince all single people around.
8.Talking to kids make one to complacent time.
9.Happiness is distracted,may be the best you can get is @KFC's chicken popcorn.
10.Some 10 days of rigorous stuff and then 3 days a break with madness.
11.You start get bored of same,old people and place.
13.Experiment with all new stuffs.
12.Winter evenings are the best.Calm,convincing,not lonely but alone.
13.You go to office on weekend support and develop a rebel inside of you next time.
14.Think of all way to get out of present.
15.Unknowingly you tend to be capricious.
16.A day,you see yourself in 1000 people travelling around you.
17.Moreover,though you say you change a lot,deep down all of your posts on the blog look same.

I hope I'd be coming up with new cells of thoughts next time.The de-re-generation at every zillion seconds of a 22-30 aged people who work 9 to 5 ;)

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Has anybody been recently strolling one's thoughts over my posts.Nope.Yes.Whatelse!Well I do.I need a frame now.Sick of those same place,same rants and now want to renew all.I kind of get the idea behind why do people run around the globe!I wish i could get a mind to get into.The very same hackneyed brain in the very same stuffs around,have become lame.This just hit me today while travelling around streets of Hyderabad.How different streets speak of different stories and how the time of turning to our very own homey street make me feel dead.I wish i could change all by now and then.I have kinda stopped liking the trees,leaves by my window.The morning music at my neighbours is making me go mad.The same arrangements at all my places is just so dead.I don't feel life any more.Do they sell thoughts and mind these days,cause I am looking into buying.

Fly me to nowhere...
I've never been there.I promise I'll be back one day.

There comes times when I wish I'd be no more.
There are hours, there are days.

And yet you wish me be mortal.
Ordinary amongst those who roams the lands.

Touched by an angel.
Brought to be more than I wanted, into the light.

Redeemed of my sins.
Dispersed like ashes in the sea.
That's where you'll find me...

At the sea...Fingers to toes...
Death releases us all.

I am being.World rotating or world crashed down.
We all fall down the same vastness.

Can I leave it all behind?
Just for a little while...

yet kept this human cover...
No one can hear me...
No one can see me...
Lost and found...

Swim until you drown. Love until you hate.

It's all I know.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

One Hand In My Pocket

The Spring-Summer-Fall-Winter days are here.What do you do?You get out of your cobweb and look around for hand in hand just to look around the the guy playing mouth-organ around.You start talking impeccable stuffs to your 10 flock of friends with your smattering datas.Or may be you just draw a graph of economy downfall inside your mind with accurate figures and spend some pretty-shitty sum of money on your cheesy boutique scarf collections.You are one of those dwarfs who dramatically succeed in pole-vaulting,ain't you?So then what are you?You have been hauling up and circumspecting about everything till the last minute and you did not opt for that.You of course can be a needy when you got it all.So grab your coat, and get your hat,leave your worry on the doorstep,just direct your feet to the seasonal side of the streets,as you prefer.Cause everyday people are far-fetched oxymorons.

Monday, October 24, 2011


I woke up,in respect to those souls who contributed to my conscious breathing.It's a Thanks-Giving.To them who landed me up on this pretty earthly mess,To them who told me how to be alive,To them who whipped me hard on the fingers to learn Maths,To them who paddled the cycle 4 kms to get me to standard 1,To them who turned me to Geography-phile,To the one who won my all trophies,To them who took the day off of office and made omellette and baked cakes when i lost a competition,To them who hugged me when i fought and lost with another,To them who gave hands in partying overnight,To them who were with me in jumping the boundaries & roaming on the terrace all night,To the ones who introduced me to the world of words,To them who made me walk after the ligament fracture,To the one who taught me Coding,To the one who remonstrated my meagre knowledge and demonstrated the way out.It's true that we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.So to the causes of liveliness,Hear Hear!

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Heisenberg Certainty Principle

(A position-wise image from my room)
It's 4.47am.I am still awake,alive and was walking around.I know where do i stand and i am seeing the Sun rising.Makes me questioning,How? The stuffs around me are pretty lucid and gettable,where as stuffs inside my head are considered to be much more hazy.No they are not.Lets take a turn around and think of all the particles has the same base.So why different properties?Heisenberg said, at one particular given time,we can not possibly get the accuracy of all characteristics (Position,Momentum) of a particle.They for sure will lead to blurred values and so as faulty outcomes.So why do blokes yell sometimes 'know where you stand and know where & how you are heading to'.That'd be absolute foolishness.In that case,If we regard reality as something universally perceivable,then there would be no movement of electrons around the nucleus(momentum).If no electron movement is there,then how can we recognise the reality.Then it can be called just as a human perception,Not reality.As per this 'The rising Sun is not actually rising,Infact it is not there.It is just a simple Imagination'.
Let's have a look here.

Heisenberg: "One cannot observe the electron orbits inside the atom. [...] but since it is reasonable to consider only those quantities in a theory that can be measured, it seemed natural to me to introduce them only as entities, as representatives of electron orbits, so to speak."
Einstein: "But you don't seriously believe that only observable quantities should be considered in a physical theory?"
"I thought this was the very idea that your Relativity Theory is based on?" Heisenberg asked in surprise.
"Perhaps I used this kind of reasoning," replied Einstein, "but it is nonsense nevertheless. [...] In reality the opposite is true: only the theory decides what can be observed."

So i am the theory.Deciding what is my scope of momentum in a limited era.


Saturday, October 15, 2011

An Eye For Nothing

Planet K-PAX,orbits around the twin stars of Agape and Satori,near the constellation Lyra.What Einstein actually said...was that nothing can accelerate to the speed of light,because its mass would become infinite. But then again Einstein said nothing about entities already traveling at the speed of light or faster,at Tachyon speeds.

Why is a soap bubble round?A soap bubble is round...because it is the most energy-efficient configuration.Similarly, on your planet,I look like you.On K-PAX,I look like a K-PAXian.

What makes me come to the planet Earth again and again is,I'd never been to a Class BA-3 planet before.A Class BA-3 planet is at early stage of evolution.Future uncertain.

If someone did do something wrong committed murder or rape how would you punish them?Let me tell you something, Mark.You humans, most of you,subscribe to this policy of "an eye for an eye,a life for a life,"which is known throughout the universe...for its stupidity.Even your Buddha and your Christ had quite a different vision,but nobody's paid much attention to them, not even the Buddhists or the Christians.You humans.

The universe will expand,then it will collapse back on itself,and then it will expand again.It will repeat this process forever.What you don't know is that when the universe expands again,everything will be as it is now.What ever mistakes you make this time around, you will live through on your next pass.Every mistake you make...you will live through...again and again, forever.So my advice to you is to get it right this time around,because this time...is all you have.


Thursday, October 13, 2011

Unaged World.

What does The birth-death cycle mean to you?
Turbulence.I meet someone,Learn their name, say a word, they're gone.Others come like waves. Rise, fall.Ripples in a wheat field, blown by the wind.

And what did primitive man make of them?
Shamans who knew it all told there were gods up there then.Shamans who knew about them told us.A great mystery.

What do you think of dying, John Oldman?
Well, we had the practical concept.You know, we stopped,Fell down, didn't get up,Started to smell bad, come apart.Injuries we could understand.If someone's insides were all over the ground.Infections...they were, uh, mysterious.Aging...the biggest mystery of all.

How do you define human race progressing with the time?
I'm a little behind the times.The same in other areas--I can't keep up with the new stuff that comes along.No one can.Not even in their specialty.So much for the myth Of the super-wise,all-knowing immortal.

How did you utilise the Ten doctorates?
Living 14,000 years didn't make me a genius.I just had time.Time.We can't see it, we can't hear it,We can't weigh it, we can't measure it in a laboratory.It's a subjective sense of becoming What we are instead of what we were a nanosecond ago,Becoming what we will be in another nanosecond.The hopis see time as a landscape,Existing before and behind us,And we move-- We move through it,Slice by slice.Clocks measure time.No, they measure themselves.The objective referent of clock is another clock.How very interesting.

Are you comfortable knowing that you have lived while everyone you knew,Everyone you knew, John,Has died?
I've regretted losing people...often.It's more of like survivor's guilt.

Do you feel a vacancy in your life about something you wish could be filled by a face, a voice, an image?
I'd move on.I had to move on.Making him history's biggest bigamist.

Where were you in 1292 a.D.?
Where were you a year ago on this date?

Who escaped the aging process as you have?
Anyway, it was the 1600s, and I met a man,And I had a hunch that he was...like me, so I told him.He said yes,But from another time, another place.We talked for two days.It was all pretty convincing,But we couldn't be sure.We each confirmed what the other said,But how do we know if the confirmation Was genuine or an echo?I knew I was kosher,But I thought, "maybe he's playing a game on me."You know, a scholar of all we spoke about.He said he was inclined with the same reservation.Now, that's interesting.Just as we can never be sure,Even if we wanted to--I mean, if we were sure,You couldn't be sure of that.We parted, agreeing to keep in touch--Of course,we didn't And 200 years later I thought I saw him In a train station in brussels.Lost him in the crowd.

Do you believe in God?
As Laplace said,"I have no need of that hypothesis."He may be around, though.He's everywhere. We just can't see him.And about his creation..I'm not so sure it was created.Maybe it's just accumulated,fields affecting fields.What about the source of the field energies?Wouldn't that imply a prime mover?I'd wonder about the source of the prime mover,Infinite regress,but that doesn't imply anything to me.Back to the mystery.It's a very old question,But there's no answer except in religious terms.

Did you ever meet any person from our religious history?
I am one of them.Here'e the hint.Guy met the Buddha, liked what he heard,Thought about it for a while,Say 500 years, while he return To the Mediterranean,Became an etruscan.Seeped into the roman empire.He didn't like what they became--A giant killing machine.He went to the near east thinking,"Why not pass the Buddha's teachings on in a modern form."So he tried.One dissident against rome?Rome won.The rest is history.

I knew it.He's saying he was Christ.What about The crucifixion?
He blocked the pain as he had learned to do In tibet and india.He also learned to slow his body processes down to the point where they were undetectable.They thought he was dead.So his followers pulled him from the cross, placed him in a cave...his body normalized as he had trained it to...he attempted to go away undetected,But some devotees were standing watch.Tried to explain.They were ecstatic.Thus, I was resurrected,And I ascended to central europeTo get away as far as possible.

"Did you know voltaire was the first to suggest That the universe was created by a gigantic explosion?I think paul would agree.And then goethe was the first to suggest That spiral nebulae were swirling masses of stars.We now call them galaxies.It's kind of funny how often new concepts of science Find their first tentative forms of expression in the arts.So did beethoven do physics on the side?He spent most of his time lying on the floor In front of his legless piano Surrounded by orange peels and apple cores.Now we're on the floor
listening to beethoven.Full circle."

Do you have faith in the future of the race?
I've seen species come and go.Depends on their balance with the environment.We've made a mess of it.There's still time,If we use it well.Christianity has been a worldwide belief For 2,000 years.How long did the egyptians worship isis Or the sumerians ishtar?In india, sacred cows wandered freely As reincarnated souls.In a thousand years,they'll be barbecued And their souls will be in squirrels.

What about the name "Jesus"?Did you pull that out of a hat?
I called myself John.I almost always do.As tales of the resurrection spread,The name was confused with the hebrew "yochanan,".Meaning "god is gracious."My stay on earth was seen As divine proof of immortality.That led to "god is salvation"Or hebrew "yahshua,"Which in translation became my proper name,Changing to late greek, "iesous,"Then to late latin, "iesus,"And finally medieval latin, "Jesus,"And it was a wonder to watch it all happen.

Then you didn't claim to be the Son of God?
Began as a schoolhouse and ended as a temple.I said I had a master that was greater than myself.I never said he was my father.I wanted to teach what I learned.I never claimed to be king of the jews,I never walked on water,I never raised the dead.I never spoke of divine except in the sense Of human goodness on earth.No wise men came from the east to worship at a manger.I did do a little healing With some eastern medicine I'd learned.That's it.The three wise men began as a myth About the birth of the Buddha.

End of the line. Everybody off.This was a hoax.I had the perfect audience,Anthropologist, archaeologist,Christian literalist...a psychologist.
I'm gonna go home,And I'm gonna watch star trek For a dose of sanity.

But I wanna know what's your real name?
Believe it or not, the sound was always John.

What other pun names have you used?
Lots.John Paley for John Paleolithic,John Savage--Got really crazy about 60 years ago.When I was teaching at harvard,I was John Thomas Partee.
John T. Partee--

The movie that rewards inquisitiveness.

Courtesy:The Man From Earth

Friday, October 7, 2011


There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

The sea's only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don't know much about the sea, but I do know that that's the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.

Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. - Alexander Supertramp May 1992

I did try a lot to scribble about the Happy-Void.The Insider inside me.And it was not like Life Is In Session.It's still into the Supertramp.What tought me like admire every single thing around me.What if I would be occupied with lots of work and running around Office Blocks? Would I see then what I see now? Like I drank the Real Grape Juice and said You're The Grape Of My Eye :)

Courtesy: Into The Wild

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Finding Ndugu

"Dear Mr. Warren Schmidt,

My name is Sister Nadine Gautier,of the Order of the Sisters of the Sacred Heart.I work in a smaII viIIage near Mbeya in Tanzania.One of the children I care for,is IittIe Ndugu Umbu,the boy you sponsor.Ndugu is a very inteIIigent boy and very Ioving.He is an orphan.RecentIy, he needed medicaI attention,for an infection of the eye,but he's better now.He Ioves to eat meIon and he Ioves to paint.Ndugu and I want you to know,that he receives aII of your Letters.He hopes that you are happy in your Iife and healthy.He thinks of you every day and he wants very much your happiness.Ndugu is onIy six years oId and cannot read or write,but he has made for you a painting.He hopes that you will Iike his painting.

Yours sincerely 
Sister Nadine Gautier."

 May be a person dies in twenty years or may be tomorrow,it does not matter.What matters is,what difference has one's Life's made to anyone.You may be thinking your life never made an ounce move in other's,but there is always some Ndugu,who thinks it's you,cause of which he is alive.And someday either You or Ndugu will find each other. 

 Courtesy:About Schmidt (About Us)

Friday, September 23, 2011

Tolstoy’s Fabled Beggar

Dear friends and loved ones: My birthday's coming up soon. If I were home, I'd be planning a stupid, expensive birthday party and you'd all be buying me gifts and bottles of wine. A cheaper, more lovely way to celebrate would be to make a donation to help a healer named Wayan Nuriyasih buy a house in Indonesia. She's a single mother. ln Bali, after a divorce, a woman gets nothing, not even her children. To gain custody of her daughter, Tutti, Wayan had to sell everything, even her bath mat, to pay for a lawyer. For years, they've moved from place to place. Each time, Wayan loses clientele and Tutti has to change schools. This little group of people in Bali have become my family. And we must take care of our families, wherever we find them. Today l saw Tutti playing with a blue tile she'd found in the road near a hotel construction site. She told me: Maybe if we have a house someday, it can have a pretty blue floor like this. When I was in Italy, I learned a word - It's "tutti" with double T, which in ltalian means "everybody." So that's the lesson, isn't it? When you set out in the world to help yourself, sometimes you end up helping Tutti. Courtesy: Eat Pray Love

Wednesday, September 21, 2011


Yes.You heard it right.The same shitty story again to scribble about.Kathleen Turner Overdrive.We're Fictional.So what?Reality is fictional.I mean Yes.Let me tell it.We all are dreaming of thousand things a day.We all try to learn '12 important stuffs humans should do,to be smarter'.We all work hard for what,God knows.And sometimes we shrug off something too.But ultimate is what? Dont you feel it's detached of all.Tandem,Do you find 'em in tandem.I simply don't.Like I own piles book.Read,Unread & Not to be read.I remember i jumped out of 10H once,to buy "The Black Swan".Believe it or not,though it's not Ripley's,I skimmed that 'once of thousand times of thoughts to read'.What is it,A schmuck!Likewise,I download 'Million Dollar Baby' around 2 years ago and delete it.Download & Delete.Continuum.But watched at max 15 minutes of it,where as i revise 'Erin Brockovich' & 'Twister'(Yes,The 1996 movie) some 786 times.Point!!Wonderland.It's no wonder we're all such a mess,is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it.On a full on,Garfield's day,I start of doing something and end of thinking 2000 other way of doing something else which lies at tangent to the start.Then i think my books need spiral binding.Cause they are all tired among my procrastinated activities.What is the thing in the world that can obtain the full attention.Define concentration.I think,i will wake up tomorrow morning,will tune to 'Nirvana's Man who sold the world' & its just happens like i forgot where i kept my guitar and ofcourse how to play.You guys might be knowing,Time is not a time,ain't exist.Ye,Time Does not Exist(Courtesy :I.Q. movie quote).Time has a particular tendency to be anachronistic.We all are Time.So we're anachronistic too.Remember the word:W-O-N-D-E-R-L-A-N-D ! :)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Smells Like IT-een Spirit !!

Well,It seems like my Bench-ing Days are going to be over.Hence,with an expectation of a New Project,Some advanced New Technology,New people and some Good-bad Old experience.
I've this peculiar stuff always running in my mind,Like whatever is turning up and down around me,I always try to frame 'em all in a piece of article or say Music.
Like This time,whole start-over idea of carpe diem,did work well,with kinda ups & downs.As you know the part of it.So,what did i learn!!!It started up with my Gymming,Swimming,Exploring Movies & then Basketball(Though it didn't work out properly).Prepared For some Exams.Had a gala time with Parents.Met coupla new People,Lost some Old friends.
And now time to run to office regularly.Waking up early in the morning.With a same old vision in a new way and ofcourse new trackers.Starting with :

Brand New Day:Joshua Radin
Time Of Times:Badly Drawn Boy
Cello Song:Nick Drake
Dont Stop Dancing:Creed
Chances:Five for fighting
Goods All In Your Head:Mates Of State
Lazy Eye & Comeback Kid:Silversun Pickups
Someone Like Me:Luke & Ryan
July & The Other side:Ryan seiler
Oh No:Little Insects
Dont Give me Hard time:The locarnos
Perfect & Ironic:Alanis mOrissette
Wake The Sun:The Matches
Real Thing:Sara Overall
Someone's watching over me:Hillary Duff

So Awaiting a brand new day,With lots of Hopes & Happenings!
Signing Off!
xoxo :)

Monday, June 27, 2011


It's Just another Day,and i dont know why it makes me feel like a special Day..On the porch,around the corner.I just met few good fellas around me today,whom i find rarely to explore.And believe me life is far more than the thing we generally are into a Day.
Couple of detrimental guys on the road side without food,a place to sleep,but seems to be the happiest & so complacent made me think this.People who has things,they bitch about 99 problems & People who ain't have a stuff to wrap around,don't know how to dawg about.So here i'm counting the drops of rain on the floor with 101 fever and ear-ache.Inspite of this i feel so serene and calm.I'm Just a Happy-Being :)

Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Toothache

Rabbi Nachtner: "How does God speak to us?It's a good question.There was this goy "Dr Lee Sussman".Did he ever tell you about the goy's teeth?So, Lee is at work one day.You know, he has the orthodontic practice there at Great Bear.He's making a plaster mold.It's for corrective bridgework in the mouth of one of his patients,Russell Krauss.The mold dries, and Lee is examining it one day before fabricating an appliance.He notices something unusual.There appears to be something engraved on the inside of the patient’s lower incisors.

Hey vav shin yud ayin nun yud.Ho-she-ay-ni.
"Help me. Save me."

This, in a goy's mouth.He calls the goy back on the pretense of needling additional measurements for the appliance."

Dr Lee Sussman: "How are you?Noticed any other problems with your teeth?"

Russell Krauss: "No."

There it is.Ho-she-ay-ni.

Dr Lee Sussman: "Help me."

Rabbi Nachtner: "Son of a gun.Sussman goes home.Can Sussman eat?Sussman can't eat.Can Sussman sleep?Sussman can't sleep.Sussman looks at the molds of his other patients,goy and Jew alike,seeking other messages.He finds none.He looks In his own mouth.Nothing.He looks in his wife's mouth.Nothing.But Sussman is an educated man.Not the world's greatest sage, maybe.No Rabbi Marshak.But he knows a thing or two about the Zohar and the Kabbalah.He knows that every Hebrew letter has its numeric equivalent.8- 4-5-4-4-7-3 Seven digits.A phone number, maybe?"

Dr Lee Sussman: "Hello? Do you know a goy named Krauss, Russell Krauss?"

8- 4-5-4-4-7-3: "Who?"

Dr Lee Sussman: "Where have I called?"

The Red Owl in Bloomington: "The Red Owl in Bloomington?

Dr Lee Sussman: "Thanks so much."

Rabbi Nachtner: "He goes.It's a Red Owl Groceries, what have you.Sussman goes home.What does it mean?He has to find out if he is ever to sleep again.He goes to see the Rabbi Nachtner.He comes In, he sits right where you're sitting, right now."

Dr Lee Sussman: "What does it mean, Rabbi?Is it a sign from Hashem? 'Help me'.I, Sussman, should be doing something to help this goy."

Rabbi Nachtner: "Doing what?The teeth don't say."

Dr Lee Sussman: "Or maybe I'm supposed to help people generally lead a more righteous life?Is the answer in Kabbalah? In Torah?Or is there even a question?Tell me, Rabbi,what can such a sign mean?"

Anonymous: "So? What did you tell him?Nachtner?"

Rabbi Nachtner: "Look."The teeth, we don't know."
"A sign from Hashem?Don't know."
"Helping others?"Couldn't hurt."

Anonymous: "No, no,but who put it there?Was it for him, Nachtner? Or for whoeverfound it? Or for just... For, for..."

Rabbi Nachtner: "We can't know everything."

Anonymous: "It sounds like you don't know anything!Why even tell me the story?What happened to Sussman?"

Rabbi Nachtner: "What would happen?Not much.He went back to work.For a while, he checked every patient’s teeth for new messages.He didn’t find any.In time, he found he stopped checking.He returned to life.These questions that are bothering you,Anonymous,maybe they're like a toothache."

Sunday, May 22, 2011

By any chance :)

Courage is a hard thing to figure.You can have courage based on a dumb idea or a mistake.....but you're not supposed to question adults......or your coach or your teacher because they make the rules.Maybe they know best,but maybe they don't.It all depends on who you are,where you come from.Didn't at least one of the 600 guys think about giving up......and joining with the other side?I mean, valley of Death,that's pretty salty stuff.That's why courage is tricky.Should you always do what others tell you to do?Sometimes you might not even know why you're doing something.I mean, any fool can have courage.But honor, that's the real reason you either do something or you don't.It's who you are and maybe who you want to be.If you die trying for something important......then you have both honor and courage, and that's pretty good.I think that's what the writer was saying.That you should hope for courage and try for honor.And maybe even pray that the people telling you what to do have some too.


Courtesy:The Blind Side

Thursday, March 10, 2011

This is it.

Leaving,in the ofc bus.And its just started,now.Drizzling outside.People are running to be back home.And so i am.Ultimately,its the time of times!

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Not Fooled By Randomness!

Let's call it an amplified versatility, Or Let's just call it a disorder,Multiple personality disorder.As my perception differs here and like everybody's does.
Call IT:Ogling the PC,all the time.Doing the jobs smartly and "slugging" the whole day.Peevish people and peevish reactions."Smarty and geeky people" and geeky plain replies (They call it a S.I.M.P.LE.T.O.N).Talkative funky bunch and i rule over.MORONS & MORONS!(Mark that impetus balances here at both the side.)
Call Home:Obliged daughter,momma's best daughter.Papa would like to advice till to be perfect(I tried but as such a BIG Failure in his spartan's life).My di's shoes and I'm a wrong feet.An artic ocean and the North Glacier.
Call Society:3 Hours of socialism and run away.Esoteric room and Binging Lonely land discovery.Too generous to Unknowns.Innovision is implemented here.Constraintless factors.World comes to a flat paraphernalia.Science and literature both would excel here.
Animals,They communicates the best!Can be with my six senses.An accurate prognostication.Alice In Wonderland and No Mad Hatter. :)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Does It Ring A Bell ?!

I am stucked as usual.An eisegesis about the Life,I (We) am into,Do i need it or do i aspire it ever?10 years down the line if ever we are looking back and thinking that is this the same life i wished ever or with full of grumpiness to avoid all that i will have at that point.Evaluating and Judging and again being into the gordian knot.Is this the sanity IT,that the technology aspires me or is there the Other ambitions that should pull me away.Maintening a gravity and keeping the hold of it,looks simple.But while working on it does betray infact all the time.THANK-YOU-MAA'M is a rovering substance here.Let us just hold on for a sec and give a deep thought.Ciao Fellas.

Saturday, January 8, 2011


Somebody the other day said "Children are unmoulded.And as we pass through different phases of life we get moulded and hardened."What i was before no idea.What is happening right now is "Moulding".You aughta be Camouflaged.The unsavoury personality may be the trend what is going on these days,But ultimately we have to be a "Multiple constraints parameter".The last evening i missed my maa.Felt like going to school again with her and Speak out in the ex-tempore.Gone are those days.

Succint advices would better go off of now,
callowness would jump over upto the bow.

Her smile's cogentness covered to the tee,
The petrified pugilist doffed,what a plea!

Quiddity and the siesta were clanned the whole of my day,
Oh baby,You are into her warmth while at play!

Furtile and furtile were those questions to world,
She likes the gaucheries and answering the barred. :)

I complaisantly impugned her abruptly now and then,
She forfended all of them,in mores and she's an indian.

Gay,Peccadillos and ran after the rags,
Bozo's maquillage,and all that drags.

Life's the best when you looked at me,
O'Momma why did you make me away so imshi.

I miss you sweetheart.Oh,Momma!