(NOTE: This one is a sarcastic take on my previous post called 'Serendipity')
Serendipity-the windfall, stroke of luck they say
The guy in front just won a car (damn!), while you still had to pay!
Walking down a (ridiculously) boring road, if you happen to find some cash
Oh no don’t get excited, most likely it’s fake trash.
Thinking of your favorite person, makes you stop in your track,
You hear a sound right behind you, S*&^!! The cops are back!
Some hot chick smiles her sexy smile, You think ‘I must be cute’
Only to realize, Darn! she was waving at a guy behind you.
Things like these make you skeptic, doubting everything you do
It’s hard to trust God showering love, and it's certainly not upon you!
No surprise, that luck is defined, as something so very rare,
When others encounter events so cool, it almost seems unfair.
You never get anything great and definitely no chance with pretty!
Luck, for you, is a distant dream, it’s more like ‘Ser-(end in)-pity’.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
And the secret is.....
(Note for readers: The following post references ideas in the books on ‘Law of Attraction’ by Abraham Hicks. )
I just realized the key to make it work. Hold your ultimate desires in balance with your excitement to live each day.
What do I mean by that? Many people just send out eager anticipation and rockets of desire and then wait, so after a while when their perfect mate/job/house/car doesn’t arrive they start feeling a twinge of negativity. Hopelessness creeps in and they are back to self pity/sadness/disappointment. My friend, it isn’t about patience, it’s about eager anticipation for LIFE in general. While you make your desire the most dominant vibration, also give yourself variety, by appreciating and being excited about what you intend to do in your daily life. For example I can shift my focus to things like my job, making more friends, exploring places on my own, rekindling joy and love into existing relationships with my friends. All this without over burdening myself with responsibility towards other’s emotions and pressure to make them feel better because of my actions. If I bake a cake for my friend, it's because I wish to cheer her up one day or cook a wonderful meal because I wish to share my feelings and joy of cooking, with a friend. I focus on spending every minute of my life enhancing it and making things more valuable just for the joy of it. This way every time one thinks about one’s deep desire, the very last emotion on that topic is a highly positive one. That positive note is attracting bundles of joy and similar vibrations to actually manifest one’s desire.
By distracting myself into exciting everyday opportunities and rendezvous with life, I also provide least resistance to my utmost desire. Also, because of my joyful demeanor, I think of past relationships and past events in a very positive light. I see joy around me, in people and very good qualities in people are highlighted. I can bring out the best in people and be really proud of that ability. If things change on me and I’m caught off guard, no sweat, all I need to do is change my train of thoughts to something that once again makes more joyful bubbles arise in me than letting any sort of negative emotion. Seems easy, doesn’t it. Know what, it IS easy!
Practicing joyful living is a process not a destination.
I just realized the key to make it work. Hold your ultimate desires in balance with your excitement to live each day.
What do I mean by that? Many people just send out eager anticipation and rockets of desire and then wait, so after a while when their perfect mate/job/house/car doesn’t arrive they start feeling a twinge of negativity. Hopelessness creeps in and they are back to self pity/sadness/disappointment. My friend, it isn’t about patience, it’s about eager anticipation for LIFE in general. While you make your desire the most dominant vibration, also give yourself variety, by appreciating and being excited about what you intend to do in your daily life. For example I can shift my focus to things like my job, making more friends, exploring places on my own, rekindling joy and love into existing relationships with my friends. All this without over burdening myself with responsibility towards other’s emotions and pressure to make them feel better because of my actions. If I bake a cake for my friend, it's because I wish to cheer her up one day or cook a wonderful meal because I wish to share my feelings and joy of cooking, with a friend. I focus on spending every minute of my life enhancing it and making things more valuable just for the joy of it. This way every time one thinks about one’s deep desire, the very last emotion on that topic is a highly positive one. That positive note is attracting bundles of joy and similar vibrations to actually manifest one’s desire.
By distracting myself into exciting everyday opportunities and rendezvous with life, I also provide least resistance to my utmost desire. Also, because of my joyful demeanor, I think of past relationships and past events in a very positive light. I see joy around me, in people and very good qualities in people are highlighted. I can bring out the best in people and be really proud of that ability. If things change on me and I’m caught off guard, no sweat, all I need to do is change my train of thoughts to something that once again makes more joyful bubbles arise in me than letting any sort of negative emotion. Seems easy, doesn’t it. Know what, it IS easy!
Practicing joyful living is a process not a destination.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
Limitless
Disturbing thoughts engulf me, I'm there but not quite there,
What is it I yearn for, why the longing? Restlessness is taken over by despair.
I stop myself time and again, I know I can go beyond….
Then why do these limits hold me back, I fail to see what's wrong
At this very moment I feel like screaming, to break free from every bondage
The very thought of being restricted brings out in me a burning rage.
Able as I am, reservations set in, when orders are thrown at me
I don’t need to prove anything, I'm perfect the way I can be
Speechless, thoughtless, confused and fuming, nothing makes any sense
Feeling so limitless has its own limitations, its simple and yet so dense.
What is it I yearn for, why the longing? Restlessness is taken over by despair.
I stop myself time and again, I know I can go beyond….
Then why do these limits hold me back, I fail to see what's wrong
At this very moment I feel like screaming, to break free from every bondage
The very thought of being restricted brings out in me a burning rage.
Able as I am, reservations set in, when orders are thrown at me
I don’t need to prove anything, I'm perfect the way I can be
Speechless, thoughtless, confused and fuming, nothing makes any sense
Feeling so limitless has its own limitations, its simple and yet so dense.
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Moments
Tender moments, etched in time
Deep bonds, growing stronger
Close friends, full of warmth
Simple gestures, touch the heart
Genuine smile, makes it worth
Simple kiss, gives a rush
Heartfelt hugs, lift the gloom
Bubbly laughter, refreshes the air
Silly giggles, creates some fun
Gentle touch, says I'm there
Loving glances, brings relief
A soft cuddle, makes one blush
Holding hands, so intimate
Appreciating this, is the true essence
Life, after all, is not, without love.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Serendipity
Serendipity-the windfall, stroke of luck they say
An unexpected surprise, one fine summer’s day
Walking down a boring road, you find a wad of cash
The glitter of a lost diamond inside a bag of trash
Thinking of your favorite person, you stop right in your track
A sudden tap on your shoulders and he’s there behind your back!
Meeting someone totally new, you feel a strong connection
In a matter of days, hours or minutes, it grows into affection.
It’s tough to tell, what it is, that makes you want to stay,
To have faith in the power unknown, believe in what you pray
Something so sudden, so very great is always a doubt for you,
It’s hard to trust God showering love, hard to say it’s true.
This human tendency of doubting good, has made one believe
Its less stressful to think of the worst and much easier to grieve.
No surprise that luck is defined, as something so very rare,
When one encounters events so cool, it almost seems unfair.
But then again if everything was good and sweet and oh so pretty,
Luck would lose its charm and worth and wouldn’t be called serendipity.
An unexpected surprise, one fine summer’s day
Walking down a boring road, you find a wad of cash
The glitter of a lost diamond inside a bag of trash
Thinking of your favorite person, you stop right in your track
A sudden tap on your shoulders and he’s there behind your back!
Meeting someone totally new, you feel a strong connection
In a matter of days, hours or minutes, it grows into affection.
It’s tough to tell, what it is, that makes you want to stay,
To have faith in the power unknown, believe in what you pray
Something so sudden, so very great is always a doubt for you,
It’s hard to trust God showering love, hard to say it’s true.
This human tendency of doubting good, has made one believe
Its less stressful to think of the worst and much easier to grieve.
No surprise that luck is defined, as something so very rare,
When one encounters events so cool, it almost seems unfair.
But then again if everything was good and sweet and oh so pretty,
Luck would lose its charm and worth and wouldn’t be called serendipity.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Slumdog No.1
Before I start with the actual post I must mention the inspiration for it. It's the latest Brit-Indian venture called 'Slumdog Millionaire'. Considering the current display of 'exceptional talent' in the movie industry, this one is a sane, well crafted, structured....in short a fantabulous effort! As we sat, totally satiated after this unique movie experience, my roomie and I were suddenly struck with this crazy idea. We began putting together a story with the most outrageous cast and crew. Kind of a spoof (mind you, its a spoof of the hypothetical star cast, not the movie! I wouldn't dare to dishonor such great movie making effort). So here's how it goes:
Title: Slumdog No.1
Director: David Dhawan
Cast: Govinda (What a surprise!), Some new Bimbo-wanna be actress, Sanjay Dutt, another new bimbo -wannabe, Mahesh Manjrekar (Yes, he can fit into any niche!), Johnny Lever as the goon's side kick (trying to force out laughter from the audience) a few knuckle cracking, mean looking gundas and a few dozen extras (we need them for the songs...duh!)
Story: It would start off with the most eclectic looking slums of mumbai. Overtly emotional and loving slum dwellers, family oriented beggars and kid loving Gundas. Awwww. All's well in slumsville untill terror strikes one fine day. Religious riots hit the area and people are killed. Young Govinda and older brother (young Sanjay Dutt) are seperated in the brawl. Their sad looking mother is killed right in front of young Govinda's eyes. Actors are hamming and the audience is yawning. Ho-hum....
Zoom into the present day scenario.....suddenly they have all grown up into hefty 40+ oldies who, for reasons unknown, will always be 25 year old naujawans on the wide screen. So here we have an ever gregarious, oversmart Govinda, donning multicolored garbs and wooing the moholle ki choris. He is a smart ass and supposedly better than most others in his moholla. Although he earns his two meals conning people, he has a heart of gold. Meanwhile in another world, not too far, Sanjay Dutt has evolved into the reigning don of the underworld. His faithful, stupid and desperately-trying-to-be-comical sidekick Johnny Lever is stuck to his hind side all the way. This don is smarter than most dangerous dons, better than Bruce Lee in martial arts and still a romantic at heart. Mind you, despite all this he STILL has a heart of gold...After all he shares blood ties with his philanthrophic little brother. It's in the blood!
So then there's the whole Hindi movie masala, drama, brothers meeting, exchanging lockets, realizing they are brothers, crying over their dead mother and swearing on her grave to drink her muderers' blood...(oops, there is also meeting their lady loves, dancing around trees on lavish locales in the most untimely placed awkward song sequences) they finally reach the sets of KBC (somehow!...please dont ask me to elaborate on how they got there.......I wouldnt be surprised if the show host invited them himself.....its Bollywood!)
So then with much luck.,...actually all luck (that too outrageous luck) they manage to reach the final question.....when they are stumped....Having lost all their lifelines they have just one hope.....in the middle of the crowded auditorium they fall on their knees and start off with the most devotional bhajan you've ever heard.....and then the Divine blesses them (probably in an effort to get them wrapping up their ridiculous performances) in the form of a monkey showing up out of nowhere clutching a piece of paper with the answer......Huh!...Lost? Dont worry, you lost me too!
Ofcourse, during this final song its revealed to the audiences (and to the heroes) that the game show producer is, in fact, the main ganglord who had killed their mother years ago and was looking for the two brothers to settle scores with (talk about timing!).....So then there's the final predictible fight where everyone attacks everyone except the two heroes and ofcourse the two brothers kill the ganglord with combined efforts! Y ou would probably be praying for the goon to die...hoping that would somehow end the movie sooner....
So then with all the extravagant costumes, sets and performances...the movie finally ends (whew...there's always hope!) and we, the audience, are set free!!!!
Ofcourse, inspite of receiving a number of critical, negative reviews the film still manages to bag the filmfare award with the director swearing to the masses that he will continue directing more movies like this which are much better (read more hamming and more mind numbing)....... and just as we find ourselves recovering from the blow of this one....the final wave hits us when we read that this piece of 'artistic mastery' is India's entry for the Oscars......Long live Bollywood!
That's right! An awe inspiring, heart wrenching story.
Title: Slumdog No.1
Director: David Dhawan
Cast: Govinda (What a surprise!), Some new Bimbo-wanna be actress, Sanjay Dutt, another new bimbo -wannabe, Mahesh Manjrekar (Yes, he can fit into any niche!), Johnny Lever as the goon's side kick (trying to force out laughter from the audience) a few knuckle cracking, mean looking gundas and a few dozen extras (we need them for the songs...duh!)
Story: It would start off with the most eclectic looking slums of mumbai. Overtly emotional and loving slum dwellers, family oriented beggars and kid loving Gundas. Awwww. All's well in slumsville untill terror strikes one fine day. Religious riots hit the area and people are killed. Young Govinda and older brother (young Sanjay Dutt) are seperated in the brawl. Their sad looking mother is killed right in front of young Govinda's eyes. Actors are hamming and the audience is yawning. Ho-hum....
Zoom into the present day scenario.....suddenly they have all grown up into hefty 40+ oldies who, for reasons unknown, will always be 25 year old naujawans on the wide screen. So here we have an ever gregarious, oversmart Govinda, donning multicolored garbs and wooing the moholle ki choris. He is a smart ass and supposedly better than most others in his moholla. Although he earns his two meals conning people, he has a heart of gold. Meanwhile in another world, not too far, Sanjay Dutt has evolved into the reigning don of the underworld. His faithful, stupid and desperately-trying-to-be-comical sidekick Johnny Lever is stuck to his hind side all the way. This don is smarter than most dangerous dons, better than Bruce Lee in martial arts and still a romantic at heart. Mind you, despite all this he STILL has a heart of gold...After all he shares blood ties with his philanthrophic little brother. It's in the blood!
So then there's the whole Hindi movie masala, drama, brothers meeting, exchanging lockets, realizing they are brothers, crying over their dead mother and swearing on her grave to drink her muderers' blood...(oops, there is also meeting their lady loves, dancing around trees on lavish locales in the most untimely placed awkward song sequences) they finally reach the sets of KBC (somehow!...please dont ask me to elaborate on how they got there.......I wouldnt be surprised if the show host invited them himself.....its Bollywood!)
So then with much luck.,...actually all luck (that too outrageous luck) they manage to reach the final question.....when they are stumped....Having lost all their lifelines they have just one hope.....in the middle of the crowded auditorium they fall on their knees and start off with the most devotional bhajan you've ever heard.....and then the Divine blesses them (probably in an effort to get them wrapping up their ridiculous performances) in the form of a monkey showing up out of nowhere clutching a piece of paper with the answer......Huh!...Lost? Dont worry, you lost me too!
Ofcourse, during this final song its revealed to the audiences (and to the heroes) that the game show producer is, in fact, the main ganglord who had killed their mother years ago and was looking for the two brothers to settle scores with (talk about timing!).....So then there's the final predictible fight where everyone attacks everyone except the two heroes and ofcourse the two brothers kill the ganglord with combined efforts! Y ou would probably be praying for the goon to die...hoping that would somehow end the movie sooner....
So then with all the extravagant costumes, sets and performances...the movie finally ends (whew...there's always hope!) and we, the audience, are set free!!!!
Ofcourse, inspite of receiving a number of critical, negative reviews the film still manages to bag the filmfare award with the director swearing to the masses that he will continue directing more movies like this which are much better (read more hamming and more mind numbing)....... and just as we find ourselves recovering from the blow of this one....the final wave hits us when we read that this piece of 'artistic mastery' is India's entry for the Oscars......Long live Bollywood!
That's right! An awe inspiring, heart wrenching story.
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