Stupendously Sublime

This is a budding writer who refuses to acknowledge her talent, has a blog, but i end up posting for her, so please read, a real gem is here....... Raghvi: Me and my sister Medhavi had gone out yesterday... right after parking my scooty, both of us started off for our destination, a few feet away at the gate of the parking we heard a loud yelp of a dog. When we turned around we saw that a dog was trying to reach us, he had hurt his leg and it seemed he was in excruciating pain, though there was no external injury, he tried to stop a guy by showing him his leg, silently asking for help, but the cyclist got scared and ran away, then i went up to the dog and patted the dogs head once, he stopped crying and then i started caressing his head and even hugged him.....after a minute or so, he put his hurt leg down...me and my sister tried to make him walk and he walked away painlessly, We were amazed at what had happened. All he needed was a moment of love. it stole his pain, maybe even his lo...

In a post i had asked what is the difference between the king and the horse, if they had the same amount of power, skill, and intelligence, the answer was very simple, the instinct to rule, the instinct to crush all opposition with extreme prejudice and to prove without doubt that the king is the one who rules, unquestioned and unchallenged. The horse is the one that lacks this sort of instinct and thus in every battle it merely becomes a tool for the king to use, and not the ruler itself. Why am i saying this... well 1. Because i want to, and 2. Because i have been thinking about the world of power, it is very alluring and murky to say the least. The quest for power is a path walked by many but nobody succeeds in getting to the end, there is no destination, just like there is no true perfection, there is no absolute power. THERE IS ONLY THE ETERNAL QUEST OF POWER . "Might is right" that is a saying and also a topic i was given to evaluate my GD skills, and obviously i was f...

This is a simple spontaneous post written from my office (i work now), I was having a conversation with gera babu, about idealism (yes, again) , he was talking about smiling a lot, and also to challenge yourself and a lot of motivational things, and me, well if you know me barely, then you might know that i hate anything remotely preachy, but when i gave him a piece of my mind, his answer startled me, he said that this was not for everyone, it was to lift his friends who felt lost, i assure you i'm not one of those lost people, but what disturbed me was the lack of sympathy that i felt for these guys, and this put me in a contemplative mood, hence the post, that why didn't i feel any sort of empathy or sympathy for the people who are struggling with their lives, why didn't i feel the least bit sorry for the people who are existing, am i the proverbial tin-man, who doesn't have a heart, no that doesn't feel right, i feel sorry for beggars all the time and for victim...

Today, as i sat watching my mother's serials, i call it her serials because she is the one who watches them and i am forced to watch them, she uses some reverse reasoning like; because i'm eating i will watch my own show and the very same condition does not apply to me i.e her son. But i argue in futility, she uses her finely honed and masterful supreme logic (read emotional blackmail), and i end up watching whatever she is watching, but i don't give up at the outset, i try to make her watching those, inherently maddening programs, a most distsateful experience i'm at hand with all the sarcasm i can muster, so much so that, dinner becomes a contest between two ideologies, one is the world wise aura of a middle aged teacher who can make any student quiver in his/her respective boots, the other is the noveu independent battle hardened professional who wants his tv time. The effect is usually volatile but, i assure you no food has been flung, so far. But this post is not ...

This title has been very well thought-out, and after much deliberation and pondering, i have decided that in the joy of a new decade beginning i will start a new blog, not on blogger but rather on facebook, (it saves you the trouble of coming to my page and i can get passing comments too), though i absolutely detest doing anything creative on facebook, for reasons i will never say, i have decided that this will be the title of my FB blog, and everything here will be sarcastic or an angry rant, or maybe some tongue in cheek humour, but that is a long ways off, i am writing this today because i want to fulfil the purpose of the title, for which it was first thought of. Phew, FINALLY, to the point this is a post dedicated to all those who "think" they are profound and deep and philosophical, it is precisely why i have titled this post the Delusion of Eloquence, and this has been in part, pardon, completely been inspired by the that abominable and insipid site FACEBOOK, that has ...

Today was a very enjoyable day as one of my bestest friends came to visit me, well not really me, he just came to attend aayush's sister's wedding, but he is staying with me so it is all the same. Hmm so where was i, ahh yes i was explaining that why today was such an enjoyable day, it began with numerous frantic phone calls to friends about their whereabouts. Which having no discernible impact except for the rapidly decreasing balance on our already meager pre-paid accounts, made us realize that all of us take our own sweet time to do anything. So Theka showed up at 4 a good 2 hours later than he had promised, but that is a small matter to what happened later. He had repeatedly expressed his desire to watch 3 idiots today itself, and thus began a hunt for tickets that were being gobbled up like hot cakes (sorry for the weak expression it is 1 in the night, tomorrow is a very long day and it is going to start inhumanly early) but theka with his belligerence and cunning grabbed ...

Thank you Gera babu , if it were not for your post and the following thought process in the replies to your comments i would never have been able to come up with this post. These thoughts have been in my head for a long time but they were morphing and mutating constantly, upto this point, now they are more gel like and moving around slower than usual. These past few days have been some of the busiest of my life, joining HCL, sitting through almost 36 hours worth of presentations, and being brainwashed with a mental barrage of positive reinforcement, these guys are so damn peppy they would make cheerleaders look like sad, sullen and morose mannequins. What i like to hear are not far fetched scenarios of, happiness following those who have good attitudes, and having a positive mindset to create opportunities for growth, this is so cliched it makes me want to suckle at the mouth of a gun. But they are continually trying to emboss upon us their philosophy believing, in the process, that w...