Life's a Party!!!!

Vive la vida loca

She's into superstitions

Black cats and voodoo dolls

Well, I feel a premonition

That girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations

New kicks in the candlelight

She's got new addictions

For every day and night

She'll make you take your clothes off

And go dancing in the rain

She'll make you live her crazy life

But she'll take away your pain

Like a bullet to your brain

Upside inside out

She's livin' la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Livin' la vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out

Livin' la vida loca

Livin' la vida loca

She's livin' la vida loca

Woke up in New York City

In a funky cheap hotel

She took my heart and she took my money

She must've slipped me a sleepin' pill

She never drinks the water

Makes you order French champagne

Once you've had a taste of her

You'll never be the same

Yeah, she'll make you go insane!

Upside inside out

She's livin' la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Livin' la vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out

Livin' la vida loca

Livin' la vida loca

She's livin' la vida loca

She'll make you take your clothes off

And go dancing in the rain

She'll make you live her crazy life

But she'll take away your pain

Like a bullet to your brain

Upside inside out

She's livin' la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Livin' la vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out

Livin' la vida loca

Upside inside out

She's livin' la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down

Livin' la vida loca

Her lips are devil red

And her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out

Livin' la vida loca

Livin' la vida loca

She's livin' la vida loca

Most of the shadows in our life are created by us standing in our own sunlight. - Ralph Waldo Emerson. 

Why is it that most of us see the tiny black smudge on the paper and overlook the crisp whiteness of the rest of the page? Why do we squander our time  waiting for opportunity to knock on our doors instead of taking the initiative? Is it true that life is all about doing the right thing at the right time?
No, there is more to life than that. It matters not whether you have a fat paycheck, but that you can spare a penny for the needy. Not that everyone laughs at your jokes, but that you bring a smile on someone's face. Not that you have years of experience and can do a better job, but that you can make a difference. You are not defined by your color, creed, race or sex. You are defined by your choices, your thoughts and actions, your strength to make lemonade when life hands you lemons.
Easier said than done, but all it takes is some effort. For those who know, there's a song by Fort Minor, that goes, "This is ten percent luck, fifteen percent skill, twenty percent concentrated power of will, five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain and a hundred percent reason to remember the name". Each of us is unique, with a completely different set of skills and abilities. Our talent is God's gift to us, and how well we use it is our gift back to God. Our life is a continuous process of creating an image that best describes us - our emotions, our choices, our likes and dislikes...
So, stop blaming others, start taking responsibility and make a difference - a good one. Let people know you chose to be who you are, and are proud of it. Ensure that someone's life is brightened by your existence. After all, a life well lived is best described as one whose memory brings a smile onto a person's face.


Haath ki lakeer ko, modta marodta hai honsla..

spin

i watch life go by... i live, yet wait for life to start...

black, blue, pink,
green, yellow
a bright flash
and all goes blank...
time stands still,
the world spins.
A green leaf,
refreshed by rain
the droplet slips,
falls to the ground.
time flies again,
waves crash on the shore.

i stand still, as the world spins around me..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_Rut4qm33g

Trial and Error - a way of life

“Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.” - Bruce Barton.

If there's one way of never failing, it is by learning from one's mistakes. No mistake is a failure, unless you learn nothing from it. I too have made quite a few mistakes in the small part of life that I have lived so far. And I have learnt a lesson from each one of them… some difficult, some not so difficult. One can never get ahead in life without trying anything new. As the outcome is not always certain, it may involve a certain amount of risk.

One of the new things I have tried recently in my life is getting a job. When faced with the need to support myself financially, I decided to get a job. Easy as it may sound, it is one herculean task to get a job, and another to keep it. I began my search by creating and uploading my resume on a leading job search site. Within a few days I was called for an interview. Unaware of what to expect, I noted the appointment timings, and reached the venue well ahead of the designated time. On being called in for the interview, I went with my certificates and resume, thinking of a hundred different ways in which I might be rejected, and a hundred more in which I might be accepted…

After speaking to the interviewers, I realized that this was not what I wanted – the timings were long, pay small and no satisfaction in the job. I had to say no, but did not know how to do so without sounding arrogant. So, I messed up my written test on purpose and left for home dejected. But this was just the beginning.

A day later, I received another call from another company, offering the same position, with a better experience and greater satisfaction. Wondering if it was safe to expect anything better than the previous one, I reached the venue on time.

I was struck by the atmosphere at the office – discipline blended with friendliness, results attained with passion and a professional outlook. Here was a place I could learn and grow. At the end of the day, I was told that I had been shortlisted for the job, and was to be on probation for a week before getting a confirmation. So, I started work on a fine Monday morning. As luck would have it, I began work in the new branch of the firm. It was a completely new experience, one that threw my entire world out of balance. Earlier, my world used to be wrapped up in myself, my books, movies and the small circle of friends that I had. But now my world has expanded in all directions, opening different worlds of possibilities in every matter.

Yet, when I look back, I wonder if this bliss I feel is only temporary, and if I actually made a huge mistake by letting go of everything I used to hold on to… Maybe, just maybe, this is not the way I was meant to be. Or maybe it is…

Only time can tell, as I’ve taken up the age old method of living – by trial and error. If this is meant to last, it will; else, I will find another way. But until then, the world is waiting for me, I belong here.

TELL ME YOUR DREAMS – SIDNEY SHELDON

If you love thrillers, here’s a treat for all of you. Unlike others, this book will make sure you use your brains. A fast-paced read, there are numerous twists and turns, aptly placed.
The master storyteller, Sidney Sheldon toys with Multiple Personality Disorder also known as Dissociative Identity Disorder. The protagonist of the story, Ashley Patterson is a victim of MPD. She goes through a roller coaster of a life, and as the story progresses, a seed of doubt is sowed in the reader’s mind – is she the victim, or the predator?
The story begins with a day in the life of each character, Ashley Patterson, Antoinette Prescott, and Alette Peters. Each one of them has a different life, and in the course of the story, each one’s life is turned upside down when they are charged for murdering and castrating their closest ones. Suffering from a traumatic childhood and an abusive father, Ashley ruptures into three distinct characters, each of whom has a different outlook towards life. The characters are so diversified; they seem poles apart, facilitating deception of the mind. The plot has been skillfully handled, allowing the reader to enjoy the full impact of every twist.
The rest of the book is about how Ashley narrowly escapes the gallows, and is cured of her disorder.
The best part of the book though is its brilliant ending. Sheldon takes the final bow for the exemplary finale – the book is open ended. Just when you thought the fun has ended, Sheldon brings back Ashley’s alter, leaving one wondering whether the fun just got over, or did it just start...
The book is a definite page –turner, to use a clichéd adjective.

The Rest of my life...

It is common belief that after a certain number of years, or at a certain age one reaches a level of maturity that helps them to decide what they want to spend the rest of their lives doing. Though there has been much discussion and debate on this under various pretences, one is yet to reach a concrete decision...

Hence, what exactly is the age when one decides, ‘Yes, I will become this’? All of us past that age, or those who have made that decision already know that it is not so much the age, rather the identification of one’s intrinsic abilities and talents that ascertains one’s goals and therefore, the future. One’s maturity is what counts.

Yet, this gives rise to a paradox question – Do we ever make that decision?

Is it mandatory for each one of us to? Can one not live one’s life by the day? This incertitude arises mainly because had it been such a necessity, there would not be so many disillusioned and wandering souls, would there? (!) I for one have not decided what I will become in future. I do not want to limit myself in any way, or bind myself to one line forever – which does not mean I will not completely devote myself to whatever I do! Rather, I want to try my hand at as many things as possible, have a happy career in a line I’m good in, and still keep my options open!!:) Moreover, when I say so, I am sure I am not the only one to be so. I am still to reach that stage when I feel that I can spend the rest of my life doing this. This discussion brings to my mind the very beautiful thought, “Variety is the spice of life”, which if I may, I would like to modify, as “Variety is the salt of life”, as spice is not needed half as much as salt!

History holds water to the fact that one person can be good at more than one thing in one’s life. One should strive continuously to find all those things that one is good at, and take advantage of one’s skill. One should hone one’s skills to perfection. Of course, it is a completely different issue that nobody is perfect! ;)

Therefore, I will spend the rest of my life without dwindling my time in thoughts such as “the rest of my life, I will…”

If Looks Could Kill...

A wary glance and an “Oh!” is what I’m generally regarded with when I mention that a majority of my close friends are boys. Then it leads to an unnecessary squeeze of my mother’s hand and a sympathetic glance towards her, followed by me running for the nearest exit, doubling with laughter, or me staring daggers at the intruder.

This scene takes place every time someone drops by to “see” me (as if Ito check whether I’ve grown horns, or sprouted a tail!); but the intrinsic (and sic) purpose being to hand me a list of things they want me to bring back on my next visit. People who don’t recognize us across the street turn up the moment I come home!

Yes, almost all my close friends happen to be boys, and contrary to that thought buzzing around in your head, I’ve never had a single “boyfriend”. I find it easy to get along with most people, but what really turns me off is narrow mindedness. Some people find it hard to grasp the fact that “boy” +”friend” ≠”boyfriend”. Back in my school days, after my board exams, I had a get together at my place, which was attended by around 11 boys, as the girls were too busy shopping, and holidaying (or worrying!); and had to endure the entire neighborhood peeking through their curtains… my mom had to grin and bear their “looks” for quite some time. The last time I visited my parents, our (suddenly-) friendly neighbor came to “see” me. My friend called up to ask when he could visit us, and I was blasé enough to tell my mom about it in front of her. Immediately, the neighbor exclaimed “How nice dear, I assume your parents will be there when you meet him?” That was the end of my patience – I glared daggers at her, wishing looks could kill, and retorted, “yes, they will, but only because he wants to meet them. My parents know me very well, and I’m glad to say that they trust me.”

In spite of such incidents, my parents and I have not lost faith – we still believe that one day our society shall wake up. But until then, people are just lucky that looks can’t kill!