Addiction continues...

... but at a new place.
Catch me on my *nEW bLOG*
http://amitken.wordpress.com

Unreasonable...

He was an integral part of her,
she never thought of them being two separate entities,
and she knew that even he felt the same.

...

He once accused her.
He said that she doesn't let him be himself,
that she thought that his life belonged to her,
and that he did not have a right to live his life without her.

It was true, but in a different way.

Different because she always felt that she is not herself without him,
because she had surrendered her life to him,
and because she believed that she had no reason to live without him.

...

She decided to let him be,
She allowed to let him go.

He thought of setting her free,
He forced himself away.

...

She knew that he'll be back.
He knew that she'll wait.

....

Void moments kept happening
nothing really happened in them
apart from their efforts to hold themselves back

....

She hoped him to be back.
He hoped her to give up waiting.

Let's Get Dirty

Yes! Get Dirty.

Beware!!! Your underwear is being Googled.

Google undoubtedly is a big part of online life of any netizen. And its influence on our virtual as well as real life is increasing day by day. Google Earth is a mind boggling application, which is keeping me hooked these days. You can see every street, nook and corner around the world and the quality of satellite pictures is quiet good. It didn't take me too long to find out my own house on Google earth. Wanna have a look? Here it is...



btw.. while looking at this application, I couldn't stop wondering that what level of information Intelligence Agencies of world superpowers must be having. If these public pictures on Google Earth, have the capacity to leave you shocked, imagine what level of detailed information is available to some selected coutries about the entire world. May be some spy satellite even has information on which brand and color of underwear is drying in my balcony today.. Ha!

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Another application Google came up with few days back is its much awaited Blog Search Engine. Now enter your subject of choice on the search tool, and you can know the openions of bloggers all over the world.

Though, Google is not the first when it comes to blog search. Some other Blog Search engines are Technorati, BlogDigger, Daypop, Feedster and Bloogz.

Chikadappo

I am in a strange mood since past few days, what i've named as Chikadappo mood. If you put feelings of i-am-bored, i-feel-aloof, donno-wat-donno-why-feeling, wanna-hv-fun-but-how, i-wanna-dance, but i-wanna-be-alone, perhaps-sick-of-my-job all together in a mixer, what you get is Chikadappo. Now I do get these feelings individually once in a while, but these past few days all of them have come all together making the life so boring....

So this post is going to be about unrelated random things, which go well with my current strange mood - equally unrelated and random....

> 31st Aug was a Blog Day! Really??!! Now just like me if you too were totally unaware of this, it's not your fault. The fact is that this year saw the very first Blog Day being celebrated. and If you are wondering why 31st August? then the answer lies in the fact that figure 3108 looks like the word Blog. There are several things that you are supposed to do as a blogger on a blog day, but since i've already missed the bus, i think i can skip them this time. A belated Happy Blog Day guys.... :o) and no i don't want to get into those 'do we really need a blog day?' type of *wise* discussions... I am not in a mood to argue..

> Indian Cricket is fastly loosing its charm, thanks to the performance (or the lack of it) of Men in Blue. This season I am not at all following India's cricket tours, and it's Ashes, which has made me bite my nails.

> Iqbal is a wonderful movie. By looking at his bowling action in movie, Shreyas Talpade, looks like a good bowler in real life as well. Hats off to Kukunoor Dude, it is the first bollywood movie on cricket which has done justice to its subject. (though, Lagaan also did a good job in showcasing cricket).

> PVR Saket, is the worst place in Delhi to watch movies. In an attempt to squeeze as many people in theatres, they've sacrificed on leg space, and your knees always rub against the seat in front of you. To make the matters worse, they were showing Iqbal in Audi 2, which by any standards does not qualify to be called an Audi or cinema Hall. At the very best you can call it a Big Room, and I was seated in the front most row of this big room while my stretched feet almost touched the screen. You can imagine, I could see the cricket ball as big as a football... and the worst part about the entire experience is that even if you are seated in the front row, hardly (so) few feet away from the screen, you end up paying the same 150 bucks that the person in last row pays... PVR Saket sucks!

> I am a new F1 fan since yesterday. I saw an entire F1 Grand Prix, for the first time in my life on starsports and oh boy! how much I loved it. Though it was Montoya who won the race, I was most impressed with Kimi Raikkonen, who finished fourth even after all the trouble with his engine and tyre. The guy was so aggressive. So all you F1 fans, here I am, and Raikkonen is my guy.
afa our desi chap Narain is concerned, it seems he likes to spend more time in the pit rather than on tracks.

> My younger sister has come to stay with me in Delhi, and its most definitely a good thing for her (career wise) and me (personally). However since she is all new to Delhi, and does not have her own friend circle as of now, I also have to see that she does not get bored here. Her coming to Delhi has forced me to be more disciplined (ha!) and responsible (hahaha!!!) in life.
Now though we go quiet well with each other, we are surely not best-friends kind. I have that *elder-brother* image in her mind, specially because in all the time when she grew up from a being a kid into a mature(?) girl, and which was perhaps the best time to be all pally with her, I was away from her, first studying and then working.. only visiting home during vacations. So there was hardly any time to be that much friendly with each other.
I so much want to move from that typical 'big bro-lil sis' relationship between us to the friendly-siblings types. Where we both can share it all between us, just like two good friends do. Lets see if I can be her Dada Cool...

> A blog meet happened in Delhi, and thanks to my Chikadappo mood and some other stuff at hand, I could not make to it. Next time.. may be...

Blog, Lola. Blog.

Okay .. so after a long time, today I have something to blog about. Yeah I have to confess, these days i don't have that urge to blog which i used to have almost everyday. I don't know, why is it so? may be these days my life is lot less happening that there is hardly anything to write home about. Then I do not want my blog to be discussing all the serious issues mankind or my city or my country is facing. Also these days I don't feel like writing about the way i spent my weekend (that is something i used to do a lot earlier). I wonder if my love affair with blogging is slowly headed towards a silent death?? I don't feel that much addicted towards blogging, though blogging has helped me a great deal, and specially it has helped me make a lot of new friends, both in the virtual world as well as in real world. I've met a lot of cool people thru DBM, and made some nice friends.

Diya, for instance, was my co-tripper on my recent visit to Teerthan valley. And you know, we hardly knew each other prior to that visit. We had met only once at a Bloggers meet and perhaps exchanged a few occasional sms's between us. Later, towards the end of our trip, both of us candidly accepted that in the beginning of the trip we both understandably had our doubts about the way this trip was going to go, given the fact that we hardly knew each other. But as it turned out, lack of knowing each other, added to the thrill of the trip and it turned out to be an awesome awesome trip, plus I found a big-hearted and very humble friend in Diya.
So you see, i really want my love affair with blogging to continue, but i don't know how to bring back that passion in this dying affair....

anyway, coming back to what gave me a reason to blog today...

Few days back a fellow blogger from Chennai, Sophia, left a comment on my blog, that she'll be in Delhi and would like to meet me.A couple of e-mails later we decided that Sophia would call me on staurday once she lands in Delhi, and then we'll fix up some time/place to meet. However entire weekend passed without any call from her, and it was only yesterday afternoon when she called up, and we decided about meeting today.

Now Sophia's favorite movie seems to be 'Kabhi Haan, Kabhi Na', as that is what kept happening on a number of calls between that we had between us this morning.... after oscillating between yes and no a number of times we finally were able to agree on a place to meet. After struggling thru the Delhi traffic at it's peak hour for about 1.5 hrs, I was finally able to meet her over a cup of coffee for around 30 minutes. In that short time Sophia came out to be a very warm person, a talkative girl, with lot of enthu and a person who cares and loves her friends a lot. Most of the time she spoke about her very good and protective friend, Ashvin. And you bet it, I now know so many things about Ashvin without even meeting him once, that if there was a Mastermind quiz on him, after Sophia, I'd be the most likely candidate to win it :D

Given my work constraints and thanks to 'Kabhi Haan, Kabhi Na', I could spend only 30 minutes with Sophia. But it surely was a time well spent... It was great to meet you, Sophia. Take care! keep Rocking!! Keep Blogging!!!

I forgive my Father

A new ad airing on TV these days is of Bajaj Avenger motorbike, which starts like "I forgive my father" and then goes on to claim "I feel like God".. of course all of this while riding the Avenger. Now "I forgive my father" is the very first statement this ad makes, and it instantly catches your attention. Now in a typical Indian family environment this is a very bold statement, and the ad-men have caught it superbly, associating it with the boldness of their product.

How many of us would have actually made a statement like this? I am sure very very very few... and afa I am concerned I can never say something like that to my dad.

Forgiveness is a great trait, I agree, but with our parents we tend to be less forgiving, atleast through our words. On the other hand, I am sure our parents, even if they realize that they've done something wrong with us, would never expect us to tell them specifically that we've forgiven them. All this is just conveyed automatically, without saying a word, without hitting on their pride.

Haha... Also i wonders how many fathers will buy this motorbike to their young (and dependent) lads, with the risk that their son might actually have courage to forgive them... :o)