The Death of Passions !

--"Hey Arun! I see that you're going out with that gorgeous babe! So you're finally engagaed? Congrats!"

--"Huh! 'engaged' ?? Who says? We're just having some fun! ;) "

This is a typical conversation among the teens & tweens today. They are very "professional" in their attitude. They know it's way too fun to go out with a gorgeous babe or a sexy hunk, but that's it. They dont want to get committed. Commitment is a big word for them. They're intelligent, and know that career come first. Once you get a good job, babes will come pouring in, and if you cant make a choice, leave that to your parents! So lets be a cool dude and chill out in life, flirt, have some fun and sleep peacefully at night.

But what I was wondering, where is the passion in today's generation?

The word "I Love You", which I consider to be a 'statement' (does it carry a question/proposition in it?read twice...) is now said to be a 'proposal' (which is actually "Will you marry me?")! The 3 'magic words' are so much used today, that it has lost its meaning, its charm. We see a nice girl in the street, meet her for one or two days and then "propose" ! We see a hot girl in a social reception, get her number and "propose"! We notice somebody pretty in college and then meet her and "propose" !

Isn't this an insult to the meaning in the real sense? Love doesn't come in showers, that you miss one but catch the other. Do we really know the difference between an infatuation and love? Even a prolonged infatuation isn't love. You'll feel it when you are truely in love. It isn't a game, its real life...it means a complete synchronisation of the body and the soul, when your hearts beat together, when you complete each other, when life loses its colours without the other person, when paradise dwells on the earth when you are together. It is way above just good looks, nice words... you can understand everything only through the eyes' speech... when you can always feel the existence of the other in each breath of yours while being oceans apart...its different, believe me, its much different!

"A soulmate is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."

But where is this emotion today? We assume these only happen in story books which maybe sometimes rings a bell in your heart and makes you cry. But the next moment you wipe your tears (along with those 'stupid & irrational' emotions) and move forward in life and be a cool dude! Even most of the people who reads this post, will rate me a "very sentimental person blinded by emotions". I believe that to be humane there has to be emotions, to be humane there has to be sentiments. But under control. But atleast you need some of them in case to control this... there's no use trying to keep a jar of honey safe when there's nothing in it!

Do you have the passion? Or are you dead..., cool dude?

NOTICE TO ALL

Hi friend...as you all know...that last week we were in the top10 list.....but today itz 21......so....i'm requesting you all to post something new & exciting.....last few dayz....there are not many posts from you......so....itz a request to you all....please try to keep itz standard up.......keep blogging....

LOVE

“LOVE”- Whatz love????.... Is there anyone who knows the answer???.... I guess…..no…no one can…ok…letz try to find it out…. I guess itz a feeling… a feeling straight from the core of the heart… a pleasure for some unknown reason… it shows on our face….when someone falls in love… love- the greatest mystery of this earth…

“Love” is PAIN- a pain for some one….when you love someone….don’t love his/her positive things only….love their negatives also…life is not only white or black….itz black + white…sometimes grey also…when you love someone…& cannot able to express that feelings to him’ her….you enjoy this pain…but…don’t think too much…coz sometimes itz too late…coz…sometimes we fall in love with someone…without realising this…&…someday when we saw that person with someone else…our pain starts…but we can’t express…we die every moment for that person… but…cannot express that feeling…

“Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion”

“LOVE”- is FEAR…fear to loose someone…who is our life…even sometimes we fall for someone who is friend…to whom we share every small things…but cannot share a simple but great feeling…& when that person go far way…it hurts…trust me…it really hurts…itz better too have a broken hand or knee….than a broken heart… we fear…that may be if we disclose our feelings to that person… he/she will go away from us…but thatz not true…may be later we realise that if we expressed our feelings earlier….may be this person could be mine…though in love itz never too late…don’t ever waste an opportunity to express your love…but itz tough to express especially when you love someone who is your closest buddy….itz the toughest job on this earth… trust me it really the toughest…

“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life….
I know you’ll be a star, in somebody else’s sky….
But why, why, why can’t it be mine…”

Few dayz ago….someone asked me…how long it takes to know someone properly…I didn’t know the answer…then he himself gave me the answer…he said… “don’t take too much time to know someone…coz a whole life is short to know someone…so if you like someone in the very first time…there is nothing wrong in it”…I listened to his words…then thought…ya..may be he was right…he said…if you love someone then express it…if you can’t…then how that person would able to understand your feelings…ya…once again he was right…but…as I said itz tough to express…

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love."

From my life I learned one thing…you are the biggest idiot if you can’t express your feelings…I always try to stand beside my love…though he can never understand may be…still I want him to be happy…it really hurts when I see him with other galz but…at least…he is there as a friend… “Something is better than nothing”…no one wants to loose the love of their life…so what if he is with someone else??? That doesn’t make any difference…when it comes to love… &...why should it be?...if it does make any difference then itz not love…LOVE is when I pray for that person without expecting any small things from him…he could be mine…may be not…but I don’t want to loose a friend…I can’t just afford to loose a friend…he is precious enough to loose…unaffordable…he is mine in my own way…in my thoughts…he lives in my heart without even knowing it…if someday he realise this…I know he’ll be mine in reality…

“My LOVE” may be you are reading this article…may be not....without realising you are the one I’m talking about…I know you can’t…you never can… &thatz why I started believing that….

“If you love someone…let him go….
If he comes back to you…he is yours,
If he doesn’t…he never was…”

THATZ MY LOVE

My Love

MY LOVE

WHEN YOU LOVED ME
LIKE A BLOW OF WIND
YOU, MY DEAR
TAUGHT ME THE MEANING OF LOVE
& BECAME MY SOUL & MIND;
MY LOVE;
YOU FORGOT ME!
WHEN YOU CAME
YOU CAME LIKE A SPELL OF MAGIC
THEN FORGOT ME?

MAY BE I WAS WRONG
YOU NEVER WAS MINE
BUT HOW CAN I FORGET
DEAR
YOU ARE MY LOVE DIVINE

OH DEAR!
MY HEART DOES CRY
FOR YOU,MY LOVE WILL NEVER DIE

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We made it to the Top 10 !

Dear members,

This is to inform you all that right now we've made it to IndianBloggers' Top 10 chart. Our present ranking is 9 with 45 unique hits in two days, with visitors from Singapore, Sweden, Nederlands, USA, Germany, Spain, Finland, France and of course India ! (Stats taken from the counter hosted by statcounter.com)

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I would like to thank all the active members for their invaluable contribution. Especially Nabanita and Sumedha, who have taken special care to post quite regularly and have also been very original in their creativity.

Also thanks to Euphoric Dreamz and Shamasis for their awesome pictures that speak life. Special thanks to Shubro for helping to create such a nice design of the blog.

Please take care to make our blog a better place by posting your beautiful thoughts/pictures and do visit regularly.

Yours sincerely,
Vivek

God

I refuse to be discouraged, to be sad or to cry.
I refuse to be downhearted and here's the reason why:
I have a God who is almighty; who is sovereign and supreme;
I have a God who loves me, and I am on his team.

He is all wise and powerful; Jesus, krishna, bishnu, allah
Whatever His Name
Though everything else is changeable,
My God remains the same.

I refuse to be defeated. My eyes are on my GOD.
He has promised to be with me, as through this life I trod.
I am looking past my circumstances, to heaven's throne above.
My prayers have reached the heart of God.I am resting in His love.
I give thanks to Him in everything.My eyes are on His face.
The battle is His; the victory is mine; He will help me win the race.

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I repeat, I'M TOO BLESSED TO BE STRESSED!"
You have just taken a dose of encouragement.

God's love to you.

Yin & Yang

"The Yang having reached its climax retreats in favour of the Yin;
The Yin having reached its climax retreats in favour of the Yang."

From the very early times, the two archetypal poles of nature were represented not only by bright and dark, but also by male and female, firm and yielding, above and below. Yang, the strong, male, creative power was associated with Heaven, whereas Yin, the dark, receptive, female and maternal element, was represented by Earth. Heaven is above and full of movement; the Earth - in the old geocentric view, is below and resting. Thus Yang came to symbolize movement and Yin rest. In the realm of thought, Yin is the complex, female intuitive mind; Yang the clear and rational male intellect. Yin is the quiet, contemplative stillness of the sage, Yang the strong, creative action of the king.

The diagram ('Tai Chi Tu' which means 'The diagram of the Supreme Ultimate') is a symmetric arrangement of the dark Yin and the bright Yang, but the symmetry is not static. It is rotationally symmetric, suggesting, very forcefully, a continuous cyclic movement.

"The Yang returns cyclically to its beginning, the Yin attains its maximum and gives place to the Yang."

The two dots in the diagram symbolize the idea that each time one of the two forces reaches its extreme, it contains in itself already the seed of the opposite.

The pair of Yin and Yang is the grand leitmotif (the spelling is correct!) that permeates Chinese culture and determines all features of the traditional Chinese way of life.

"Life", says Chuang Tzu, "is the blended harmony of the Yin and the Yang."

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Yesterday and Today

Proud to Be a Vegetarian
Naman

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A great experimenter my Mother is...

I daresay my mother is a very inquisitive experimenter! And she is so much full of new ideas that she just need motivation from me to implement them! You dont seem to believe me ....thats too bad ......i daresay you people would believe me after reading this post!

So as I was telling you people my mother is a very inquisitive experimenter...though she's a M.A in Bengali....but she is rather interested in experiments! She gathers her ideas by talking with her fellow teacher-colleagues and of course the mothers of the students who come to her for tutions,the kins etc etc Just getting ideas would lead to nothing...so to implement them she takes my help....or rather make me the subjct of the experiment. The Basic Concept of her experiments is simple: To determine the effects of ...............on making the subject get fat.

To carry out the procedure to make the subject(the guinea pig poor me) fat...the materials required are different kinds of almonds,"chatu",kesar,nuts etc etc and milk to add the nutrient element! But the subject is rather a naughty one...whenever she sees the experimenter coming with the materials, she gives a marathon run, making the poor experimenter run after her. After a good chasing game...sometimes the experimenter wins by inserting all the materials into the subject's mouth, forcibly....sometimes the subject wins by getting inside the bathroom and not coming out till an hour has passed.

This experiment is still continuing and will continue ... God only knows for how long...but as soon as I get the final data I'd tell you people about the conclusion.I dont know if after reading the full post you people have now got a new version of my mother as a great experimenter or not...but somehow I'll continue to believe that she is a damn good and tiring experimenter who has got a good tenacity!

Making Love Out of Nothing

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Always look on the inside

I remember reading a story once about a man who was exploring some cavesby the seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunchof hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled up some clay andleft them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but theyintrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him.As he strolled along the beach, to pass the time, he would throw theclay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could throw.

He thought little about it until he dropped one of the balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful, precious stone. Excited,the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained asimilar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the20 or so clay balls he had left, then it struck him.

He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 ofthe clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Insteadof thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have had tens ofthousands, but he just threw it all away.

You know sometimes, it's like that with people. We look at someone,maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn'tlook like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling,so we discount it; we see that person as less important than someonemore beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure hidden in every one of us. We are wonderfully made. Not just our physical bodies, our spiritual selves,which are sometimes hidden from others by the *earthen vessel*, but if you take the time to get to know that person, and if you ask the Spirit to show you that person the way He sees them, then the claybegins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindlysmile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspirationthat comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in himand is willing to trust him with his friendship.

Notice to all members ...

All the members of this blog are requested to post as much original matters as possible. We may think of creating another blog for posting copy-paste matters, but till then keep it short, keep in simple and original. We netizens do get a bunch of forwarded emails to entertain us, so please dont burden up this blog posting such matters.

However, a short joke, a nice/funny picture, or a touchy piece of literature would be warmly welcomed. Your co-operation is highly needed to maintain this blog. Keep blogging.

Yours sincerely,
Vivek

Touching the feet (2)

Yesterday while reading the post "touching the feet", some thoughts came to my mind & then i decided to post this new topic. 1st of all, sorry vivek, but if i want to respect someone, itz not necessary that i should touch his/her feet. coz i think respect comes from mind, from heart. we don't need to show it off. in my case i only touch my parents feet, coz they are truely god for me. may be itz good to see that new generation is still care for the earlier, but what if i don't care about the older but i touch their feet? but, ya, if someone really wants to touch someone's feet (from to heart & not for the seck of others), then itz perfectly ok.

I don't want to contradict anyone, but itz just my point of view. I think that i don't need to show it off that i respect /care someone by touching his/her feet.

Ehsaan qureshi laughter challenge!

Ek din, main Kolkata pahuncha,
Station pe ek coolie se bahar jane ka rasta pooncha.
Coolie ne kaha: "Bahar jaake poocho."

Maine khud hi rasta dhundh liya,
Bahar jaake taxiwale se pooncha:
"Bhai saab Grand Hotel ka kitna loge?"
Jawab mila: "Bechna nahi hai."


Taxi chod, maine bus pakad li,
Conductor se pooncha: "Ji, kya mein cigarette pi sakta hoon?"
Wo gurrra kar bola: "Hargiz nahi, yaha cigarette pina mana hai."
Maine kaha: "Par wo janab to pi rahe hai!"
Phir se gurrrraya: "Usne mujhse pooncha nahi hai."


Grand Hotel pahucha, hotel gaya.
Manager se kaha: "Mujhe room chahiye, satvi manzil pe."
Manager ne kaha: "Rahane ke liye ya koodne ke liye?"
Room pahucha, waiter se kaha:
"Ek paani ka gilas milega?"
Usne jawab diya: "Nahi sahab, yahan to saare kanch ke milte hain."


Hotel se nikla, dost ke ghar jaane ke liye,
Raste me ek sahab se pooncha:
"Janab, ye sadak kaha ko jaati hai?"
Janab hans kar bole: "Peechle bees saal se dekh rahan hoon,
Yahi padi hai... kahin nahin jaati."


Dost ke ghar pahucha, to mujhe dekhte hi chownk pada,
Usne poocha: "Kaise aana hua?"
Ab tak to mujhe bhi aadat pad gayi thi,
Maine bhi jawab diya: "Train se."


Meri aaobhagat karne ke liye dost ne apni biwi se kaha:
"Areeee sunti ho... mera dost pehli baar ghar aaya hai,
Uuse kuch taja taja khilao."
Sunte hi bhabhiji ne ghar ki sari
khidkiya aur darwaje khol diye.
Kaha: "Taji hawa kha lijiye."


Dost ne phir se baday pyar se! ! biwi se kaha:
"Areeee sunti ho, inhe jara apna chalis saal purana aachar to dikhana."

Bhabiji ek baatli me rakha aachar le aayi.
Maine bhi apnapan dikhate hue bhabiji se kaha:
"Bhabhiji, aachar sirf dikhayengi, chakhayengi nahi?"
Bhabiji ne taak jawab diya: "Yuhi agar sab ko chakhati
To aachar chalis saal purana kaise hota?"


Thodi der baad dekha, bhabiji apne potey ko sula rah thi,
Saath me lori bhi ga rahi thi:
"Diploma so ja, diploma so ja."
Lori soon mein hairan hua aur dost se poocha:
"Yaar, ye diploma kya hai?"
Dost ne jawab diya: "Mere grandson ka naam,
Beti bambai gayi thi, diploma lene ke liye
Aur saath mein ise le aayi,
Isiliye hamne iska naam Diploma rakh diya."
Phir maine pooncha: "Aajkal tumhari beti kya kar rahi hai?"
Dost ne jawab diya: "Bambai gayi hai, degree lene ke liye..

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Touching the Feet !

Touching the feet of elders has always been a tradition of India (read Hindus) from time immorable. It not only signifies respect and love, but also complete self-submission and absolute humbleness.

Observing and reflecting for quite some time now, I've developed my own logic to explain this. Lets see if this becomes acceptable to you.

Have we ever considered why are the feet of a human being is touched to show respect? Why not his hand or head or any other part of the body? If one believes that God exists in every person then He should exist homogenously throughout the body. My opinion is this :

In accordance with hygiene of a person, the feet can be considered as the least hygienic part of a person. So when we touch the feet to show respect, it means that you are showing respect to the person's least respectable part, you are symbolising it with Narayana. This implies how much respect you have for the person as a whole. This is almost the manifestation of an absolute dignity, and hence has been in vogue in hindu culture for such a long time.

Today's generation, like my own sister, feels very uncomfortable in touching the feet of elders. In my childhood, even I felt the same way. I know, that only an external gesture cannot truely express the feelings of your heart. If you really respect a person, you dont have to wear it on your sleeves and touch his feet every now and then to show it off. But still, I do value my culture and my tradition. I consider this form of gesture too good to be dying away from my generation and I religiously and heartily practise this.

I think its quite selfish for us, who feel uncomfortable doing it. Though personally, I do not let anybody touch my own feet, but if it gives the other (elder) people some honour which he rightly deserves, then why discard it. We think for our own good in almost every step of life, so why dont we shed these selfish attitudes for a while and just do it for the sake of our near and dear ones only to make them feel good. We have been receiving so much favours from our elders since our birth, that its no use trying to repay it back, but I swear that it feels heavenly to atleast please them and make them smile (dont read: oiling).

I believe there should be a sense of culture and nice traditions in the heart of every successful and nice character.

Few Words

Finite Distances among infinite skies
Look at me ,I am all alone
Trying to find a new place amongst the heavens.

Me and my ambitions!!

When we all were nothing but kids...we all had ambitions of something big! Well just like any other kid I had my share of ambitions!!!! I had all these silly ambitions of becoming a police officer(like Kiran Bedi),a doctor(the most common)n the most daring and favourite of mine was that of becoming an Astronaut!!! To be very honest this was not my original idea ....my partner in crime was my cousin brother Tutuda!

We'd all mugged up from the various encyclopaedias all about space n aircrafts n astronauts....n we had this strong belief that it's very much possible to make a rocket n off to the moon!!!!! With this strong belief and stars in our eyes we decided that we are all set to build our own rocket!! Our factory was a small rooftop adjoining chamber in my aunt's apartment and all through the summer vacation the main thing that we used to do in the noon time was to make our own rocket!! Obviously our main inputs were some old packing boxes,some broken pieces of a basin......n our vivid imagination! We had even decided that my brother is going to be the pilot n me the co-pilot! We had almost finished our work(dont ask how)when 1day my aunt caught us on the roof top during the noon time amidst all these! and that was the end of our Mission Impossible!

So that was one of my childhood antics .......I know they are very much silly ....but thats my signature perhaps!