Monday, February 25, 2008


I realised some one hour ago that I lost my purse. Some tracing back led me to believe that I must have left it near a certain location out in the open by the road side on Saturday night.

So I ran for it, almost 2 days later, to that certain location where I believe I could have left it.

2 full days had passed. One being a Sunday, another a Monday. But of course, I never expected it to stay, after like at least 300 people who might have passed by it.

Still I ran for it, just to have a look, almost convinced it wouldn't be there.

Yes da, you guessed it right. I found it lying there. Ain't I lucky.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


if we get invaded by a giant smiley..?
the "smileyzilla"
big big smileyzilla
it bounces over building
it crushing all buildings by bouncing
bouncy bouncy smileyzilla
a smiley ball
is biiiiiiiiiiig
like a creature
dropped from the heavens because man keeps asking for happiness but when he gets it he doesnt feel content so he is not happy so loses it.. so heavens punish him..

All hail smileyzilla

PS: extended from here


Moi :
hey one quick question..

ya..u always seem to have quick questions

doesitirritateyoutoreadwhenspacebarisnotused ??

yesiambecause im human

i dont get irritated
i think thats fun
the question was if u are or not
not why

its fun for u because ur accustomediguess



ok i shall not irritate you anymore lest you block me


do u think capsa re annoying things ??


i dunno

Taurian: :)

Moi: :)

Wednesday, February 13, 2008


I received a Giftmate voucher, thanks to Saarang PR&Media Coordship.
Well, I looked for sometime up on the web and realised I can't buy much. Either a lousy tee or a get-spoiled-quickga watch or a book.

So I was gonna buy a book. Now which would it be. Just a book I wanted to read. Or a book that I would want to keep with me even if I've reda it already.

I bought my second favourite book of all times - "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. i still remember the awe I felt for Dagny Taggart and the huge crush I had on Hank Rearden, when I first read the book. I never get bored of story of the John Galt Line. So I booked it online.

It arrived today!

Monday, February 11, 2008


Opinion polls have been pretty popular. I know people who would vote almost everyday about anything under the sun, but still find it useless to go to a polling booth and cast their vote during goverment elections.

When you have a clear sample space you may require a 'yes', a 'no' and a 'can't say'. Because you expect everyone to vote and those who want to abstain their vote can also state so.

But when it comes to internet polls, where the sample space can never be calculated (well you might avg the no of hits per day but even that doesnt make sense), it just doesn't make sense to have a 'can't say' for an opinion. If you can't say anything, just don't say. There are so many people who don't even bother to say, it doesn't make a difference if you can't say.
Today in The Economic Times, at 8 in the morn I observed that the previous poll had 81% yes, 19%, 0% can't say.
I was delighted. And I thought i should blog about and put up the link.
Well happiness is shortlived. When I checked the link, it became 17% no and 2% can't say. (It's the "Do you think Railways' frequent traveller scheme would be a success?" )

Hmmmm. I think the only purpose 'can't say' might serve would be to tell the guy who makes these questions for poll everyday that his/her question sucks. Bad manners.

So, 'can't say' should be removed I say. What do you say? (comment option)
Can't say

Thursday, February 07, 2008

A Gift

" ....'I'd like a gift,' said Maria.
...'Instead of buying something that you would like to have, I'm giving you something that is mine, truly mine. A gift. A sign of respect for the person before me, asking him to understand how important it is to be by his side. Now he has a small part of me with him, which I gave him with my free spontaneous will.'
...The giving of gifts. Giving something of one's own. Giving something important rather than asking. You have my treasure. I have your treasure. ......"

"Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho.

When I started reading the book, I found it too bland. Vulgarly bland. I wanted to give up on the book. That's when I started realising the essence of it. It wasn't about a prostitute. It was about a strong willed woman. It wasn't about sex. It was about love.
A simple thing like a gift which you know how speacial it is, has been described so beautifully.
It's about rediscovering emotions.

Friday, February 01, 2008

books I SAY

I love them. I love books. I love to be surrounded by them. Leave me alone in a library full of books I live my life there.

I bought a few new books for the hostel library today. There are lying in my room. I need to put them in tonight. I just don't want to let go of them. they are so beautiful. I thought I'll keep one of them. I can't decide which one!

I used to read loads of them back at school. Now, life and time don't permit. I don't think about them anymore. Now I suddenly feel it. I miss them. I miss them so much. i wish I had the time. Let's see. Hopefully I read all these before the sem ends.

Presently starting "Eleven Minutes" by Paulo Coelho. I loved his Alchemist. And Amrit's post said this one was decent. I hope I like it half as much as the earlier one.