rajarsh

months before my birthday my excitement level would start soring. i think it was the same with every child my age around me. my sisters birthday is a couple of weeks before me so she too would join me in the teeth clenching palm rubbing anticipation of what were the most special days of our lives respectively. after school while eating lunch we would talk endlessly about the preparations and the gifts which would be given to us and the return gifts we would be giving and what dress we will be wearing and what toffees we would be distributing at school and how we would be so tired after the late night celebrations that we wouldnt go to school the next day. a few days before the lovely most special day we would repeat all the qbove conversation like a broken record. i had a thing that i would do at my birthday. wear everything new. the shirt-pants, shoe-socks and underwears. everything had to be new.brand new. else i would quite simply throw a fit and my parents forbidden by my nana to r...

prologue: love being a feeling is incapable of being defined in an absolute or universal form. its like a liquid and takes the form of the vessel in which it is poured. its vastness cannot be contained by a mere use of words. being a state of mind and soul there can only be attempts to explain to an individual by comparing with an experience he/she might have undergone. most of us often understand it by confining it to romantic love and its like. the domain of love is much much wider to be dominated by a singular aspect. it perhaps include everything in some form or the other. on being asked to describe it everyone tends to illustrate only what they would do or what they feel on being in love. its fair enough considering that every individual is unique and capable of feeling differently. heres an attempt by me to summarise my feelings and understanding of it love it is the dreamless sleep it is the touch of the orange pudding with the tongue it is the perfect drive towards cover it is ...

the thing about inspiration is that it has a mind of its own.at what point do u truly feel inspired is beyond an indiviuals control and certainly cant be planned. being inspired is a state of mind and i belive when truly inspired means a time when we have a intimate moment with our real self, when we really feel connected to the core inside us. at best i am a very avearge writer...in fact all i can do is write some random blogs wchich some times even dont make sense to me.and even these blogs are so far in between in being conduced. frankly speaking i have 10s of ideas which i feel the need to pen down but just dont....why?no clue. and then out of the blue after ages i jsut have a random impulse i sit down without thinking i just give it a go. i like to believe that since its not in my natural ability to write i need to be greatly inspired. what happens when inspiration really dawns on us?what is the source of inspiration? i am quite certain that to each his own.every one has their own...

the list of my favourite things in the world is a very fickle one.the order of it certainly is.but one thing, give and take, has always found a striking mention in the top 5.and thats sleeping. most people attribute it to the inherent laziness with which i was born.fair enough! but heres what i love about it... i dont really remember my dreams...which is not a very bad thing in my book...all i remember is that if i have a good one,for some mysterious reason i am a little upbeat in the real world.but the real thing that i love is the very moment when my conscious mind transcends into the semi conscious state and then the unconscious state.there is not much to recall of that period but whatever titsy bitsy bit that is experienced is a great great feeling.its an amazing trance sort of a thing which is unparalleled to any.i am a sucker for it. it obviously is not any excuse to sleep just at any time that i do...or wish to do certainly.however i wish i could sleep less in the number of hour...

there were two brothers, identical twins, and one of them was very successful in his work career but was very dissatisfied with life as he felt that he was fat and balding and unattractive. he would feel dissatisfied all the time and was not happy with his life. on the other hand his twin who looked exactly like him and did not have a particularily great career, seemed to enjoy himself all the time and was always surrounded by friends and even had a girlfriend. the unhappy fellow would always wonder what makes my brother so happy and one day in his frustration he told him in order to make him feel bad that when they were in school, the hot girl his brother had a crush on was making fun of him behind his back for being fat and ugly. to this his brother replied that even he heard that girl but it did not bother him. the jealous guy was surprised and asked him as to how could he not feel sad when the girl he liked said such nasty things about him. his brother said what he felt for the gir...

really i think i am the last person to have any insight on this topic...but nevertheless here is my dig at perhaps the most sought after question in human exsistence... i think that all that a woman wants from a man is to be GENEROUS! and when i say generous i mean just to do a little more that is expected out of him as his duty...just a step ahead...a little more than what he is suppose to do... all she wants is him to be generous with his respect...generous with his attention...generous with his gratitude...generous while making love...generous with his love...just generous all aound at whatever he does... perhaps thats all she needs to feel special...his woman...a woman...

strip me, yet i am clothed in my self-respect. on losing it is when i become completely naked.