Too often we live under the shadow of grief and regret,
We ignore what's already with us, happiness a constant threat
Travel new paths to quench the thirst for a love so true,
Look again, maybe the loved ones are right in front of you.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
An about me....
This was an "about me" that I read on a friend's page. As I read through it, I felt it was describing me to a certain extent. I also loved the way it was written and wish I could write something so beautiful and yet so articulate:
"If I did things right, you'll forget all about me by the time you finish reading this...
If I were to condense myself into one word, it would have to be conflict. I thrive off it, I yearn for it, and I dread it with every ounce of my being. I feel most alive when my soul is in turmoil, but I spend the majority of my time fighting for peace.
I'm not the least bit artistic, but I like to consider myself creative. I'm a child at heart, but an adult at mind, and my daily life falls somewhere in between.
I strive to make others happy, at all costs. If I could, I would devote my entire life to doing just that, and nothing more.
I pride myself on my view of others, in that I make a strong effort to see the good in people. While this does tend to make me seem naive, that I hold people up too high, that notion is only superficial. The reality of it is that I'm not naive, I'm fully aware of the faults and flaws of others, I just don't care about them. In my eyes, those things have no right influencing judgment. Do I think people are perfect? No, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's what one does with their imperfection that shapes my opinion of them, and there is very little one can do to make me think any less of them.
I hold the rest of the world to a standard much different from my own, a standard to which I constantly and consistently fall short, but for which I never stop aiming.
I worry every day that I'm veering away from the person I so long to become, but I feel that this worry only helps me to stay on track.
Someday, I hope to let go of the past that has shaped me so strongly, but I fear that in losing it, I will lose myself, and all the good my past has catalyzed.
In the end, I cannot truly say who I am, because I haven't met me, but if I should, I'd like to say that I was fond of him."
I'd like to hear what according to you in this text is applicable or inapplicable to me.
"If I did things right, you'll forget all about me by the time you finish reading this...
If I were to condense myself into one word, it would have to be conflict. I thrive off it, I yearn for it, and I dread it with every ounce of my being. I feel most alive when my soul is in turmoil, but I spend the majority of my time fighting for peace.
I'm not the least bit artistic, but I like to consider myself creative. I'm a child at heart, but an adult at mind, and my daily life falls somewhere in between.
I strive to make others happy, at all costs. If I could, I would devote my entire life to doing just that, and nothing more.
I pride myself on my view of others, in that I make a strong effort to see the good in people. While this does tend to make me seem naive, that I hold people up too high, that notion is only superficial. The reality of it is that I'm not naive, I'm fully aware of the faults and flaws of others, I just don't care about them. In my eyes, those things have no right influencing judgment. Do I think people are perfect? No, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It's what one does with their imperfection that shapes my opinion of them, and there is very little one can do to make me think any less of them.
I hold the rest of the world to a standard much different from my own, a standard to which I constantly and consistently fall short, but for which I never stop aiming.
I worry every day that I'm veering away from the person I so long to become, but I feel that this worry only helps me to stay on track.
Someday, I hope to let go of the past that has shaped me so strongly, but I fear that in losing it, I will lose myself, and all the good my past has catalyzed.
In the end, I cannot truly say who I am, because I haven't met me, but if I should, I'd like to say that I was fond of him."
I'd like to hear what according to you in this text is applicable or inapplicable to me.
Friday, April 22, 2011
The Top 10 Internet Rules and Laws!!
Here's my pick of all the insane rules/laws out there:
10. F0ul's Law
It doesn't matter how simplistic you make your point there will be someone who misunderstands you.
9. Ziggy's Law:
On any website selling either a vacuum or a fan the comments will always include one that indicating that the product either sucks or blows.
8. Poe's Law:
Without a winking smiley or other blatant display of humour, it is impossible to create a parody of fundamentalism that someone won't mistake for the real thing.
7. Danth's Law (Also known as Parker's Law):
If you have to insist that you've won an internet argument, you've probably lost badly.
7. Cohen's Law:
Whoever resorts to the argument that ‘whoever resorts to the argument that... …has automatically lost the debate’ has automatically lost the debate.
(It's actually a tie with Danth's law)
5. Cunningham's Law:
The best way to get the right answer on the Internet is not to ask the question, but rather to post the wrong answer.
4. Pommer's Law:
A person's mind can be changed by reading information on the internet. The nature of this change will be from having no opinion to having a wrong opinion.
3. Skitt's law:
Any post correcting an error in another post will contain at least one error itself
2. Rule 35:
If no such porn exists, it will be made.
1. Rule#1:
UTFSE!!!
Original Source for most of these rules/laws:
Top 10 Internet Rules
10. F0ul's Law
It doesn't matter how simplistic you make your point there will be someone who misunderstands you.
9. Ziggy's Law:
On any website selling either a vacuum or a fan the comments will always include one that indicating that the product either sucks or blows.
8. Poe's Law:
Without a winking smiley or other blatant display of humour, it is impossible to create a parody of fundamentalism that someone won't mistake for the real thing.
7. Danth's Law (Also known as Parker's Law):
If you have to insist that you've won an internet argument, you've probably lost badly.
7. Cohen's Law:
Whoever resorts to the argument that ‘whoever resorts to the argument that... …has automatically lost the debate’ has automatically lost the debate.
(It's actually a tie with Danth's law)
5. Cunningham's Law:
The best way to get the right answer on the Internet is not to ask the question, but rather to post the wrong answer.
4. Pommer's Law:
A person's mind can be changed by reading information on the internet. The nature of this change will be from having no opinion to having a wrong opinion.
3. Skitt's law:
Any post correcting an error in another post will contain at least one error itself
2. Rule 35:
If no such porn exists, it will be made.
1. Rule#1:
UTFSE!!!
Original Source for most of these rules/laws:
Top 10 Internet Rules
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
blog-mobile
I have now installed blogger-droid on my phone, so hopefully this will be more useful in getting my thought bubbles out into the blogosphere. More blogs? Probably! Just dont bet your life on it. :p
Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Friday, March 18, 2011
Happy St.Patrick's
Alright, in an effort to thoroughly embarrass myself further, I have decided to start striking random conversation with random women in the various bars that I have been ending up of late. Actually, I will take that one step further, not just conversation, I am going to go ahead and take pics of them with me!
Last night, I was at the Wild Wing Cafe in Alpharetta, for St.Patrick's. yeah, yeah, not an Irish pub or anything but so what? They always have decent bands playing and I can never complain about their wings n beer selection!!
People sure came out in their greens. I wore a green hoodie, just for the camouflage. The band playing that night was "Electric Boogaloo". Did a decent job with some 70s n 80s covers. Not really my type of music though.
Anyway, just as I was about to head home, I decided to ask this woman if she'd like to take a pic with me. She was somewhat surprised (although I could see a glint of personal gloat) and said okay. The awkward conversation that ensued is part of the Mahadevan folklore now:
me: I love your costume!
Her: Oh, it is Chanel
me: Oh, I am Maddy
Her: oh haha, I am Journey
me: Then what's Chanel?
Her: Oh, it's my perfume
me: Oh, I was talking about your costume. I love your costume
Her: thanks but it is an outfit, not a costume.
me: @#%#%#@#$@#
In my defense, it was fairly loud out there. Okay, screw you, it was my full on Indian accent :p
Here's a pic, just for your viewing pleasure:
Despite incriminating looks from the people around, I am going to start doing this more regularly and take more pics with random women. What the heck, we aren't going to remain bachelors forever, right?
Happy St.Patrick's!!
P.S: Not really sure who the sidekick is or how she managed to sneak into this pic. But, I am not complaining! :p
Last night, I was at the Wild Wing Cafe in Alpharetta, for St.Patrick's. yeah, yeah, not an Irish pub or anything but so what? They always have decent bands playing and I can never complain about their wings n beer selection!!
People sure came out in their greens. I wore a green hoodie, just for the camouflage. The band playing that night was "Electric Boogaloo". Did a decent job with some 70s n 80s covers. Not really my type of music though.
Anyway, just as I was about to head home, I decided to ask this woman if she'd like to take a pic with me. She was somewhat surprised (although I could see a glint of personal gloat) and said okay. The awkward conversation that ensued is part of the Mahadevan folklore now:
me: I love your costume!
Her: Oh, it is Chanel
me: Oh, I am Maddy
Her: oh haha, I am Journey
me: Then what's Chanel?
Her: Oh, it's my perfume
me: Oh, I was talking about your costume. I love your costume
Her: thanks but it is an outfit, not a costume.
me: @#%#%#@#$@#
In my defense, it was fairly loud out there. Okay, screw you, it was my full on Indian accent :p
Here's a pic, just for your viewing pleasure:
Despite incriminating looks from the people around, I am going to start doing this more regularly and take more pics with random women. What the heck, we aren't going to remain bachelors forever, right?
Happy St.Patrick's!!
P.S: Not really sure who the sidekick is or how she managed to sneak into this pic. But, I am not complaining! :p
Friday, March 4, 2011
....
There once was a young man,
lived his life, honest but bland
He met this lady by chance,
kind, generous, funny and smart
Couldn't help it this simple son,
he lost to her his only heart,
He knelt before her
and told her how he felt,
He sang his heart out,
he told her all,
He had fallen in love,
this foolish young lad
"Let us make memories of us, memories to save
The joys we shall share and the sorrows we divide
Anything you want, with everything I have,
Please say yes, please be the one by my side"
Wanted to be his, but she couldn't say yes
Moved though she was, she caused him despair
and mumbled out words with a melancholic air .
"You are nice but you are just a cub,
Younger than me by ten years you are,
Can't be together, you and me,
can't be together, can't be a social scar"
Dejected and depressed,
broken dreams made of mud,
lone and tired,
poems of tears n' blood
Watching over the mortal's world
was the guardian angel above
She felt pity for this sad tale of love
She flew down to the boy's rescue
Wanting to fix the things gone askew
"Pious and kind, a humble soul
All alone you are, crying all this while
Son, your heart break makes my heart ache
I grant you a wish so I can see you smile"
He said "All I want is just my love
Please angel, if you would make me older,
I will have at least a chance to win her heart.
Just ten years older, old enough to hold her"
Poof! The angel vanished into thin air,
The young man rubbed his eyes,
Was this a dream or was this the reality?
He ran around to see himself in a mirror,
He did really grow older, but just by a day,
Nothing changed, his fate now doomed.
Not the angel, not her magic,
Seemed to aide his future, oh so tragic!
He had given up now if he had not back then,
his shoulders drooped; no reason, no rhyme
he decided to drift away into far away lands
he longed to see his love one last time
He stepped on her porch and knocked on her door,
only wishing to wish her his final farewell,
his eyes met hers, filled with sorrowful tears,
But surprised he was at the sight that his eyes met,
It was not on him that the angel's charm had worked,
it was on her, for she was now younger by ten years!
She kissed him good and they lived happily ever after.
The heavens echoed with the angel's laughter,
lived his life, honest but bland
He met this lady by chance,
kind, generous, funny and smart
Couldn't help it this simple son,
he lost to her his only heart,
He knelt before her
and told her how he felt,
He sang his heart out,
he told her all,
He had fallen in love,
this foolish young lad
"Let us make memories of us, memories to save
The joys we shall share and the sorrows we divide
Anything you want, with everything I have,
Please say yes, please be the one by my side"
Wanted to be his, but she couldn't say yes
Moved though she was, she caused him despair
and mumbled out words with a melancholic air .
"You are nice but you are just a cub,
Younger than me by ten years you are,
Can't be together, you and me,
can't be together, can't be a social scar"
Dejected and depressed,
broken dreams made of mud,
lone and tired,
poems of tears n' blood
Watching over the mortal's world
was the guardian angel above
She felt pity for this sad tale of love
She flew down to the boy's rescue
Wanting to fix the things gone askew
"Pious and kind, a humble soul
All alone you are, crying all this while
Son, your heart break makes my heart ache
I grant you a wish so I can see you smile"
He said "All I want is just my love
Please angel, if you would make me older,
I will have at least a chance to win her heart.
Just ten years older, old enough to hold her"
Poof! The angel vanished into thin air,
The young man rubbed his eyes,
Was this a dream or was this the reality?
He ran around to see himself in a mirror,
He did really grow older, but just by a day,
Nothing changed, his fate now doomed.
Not the angel, not her magic,
Seemed to aide his future, oh so tragic!
He had given up now if he had not back then,
his shoulders drooped; no reason, no rhyme
he decided to drift away into far away lands
he longed to see his love one last time
He stepped on her porch and knocked on her door,
only wishing to wish her his final farewell,
his eyes met hers, filled with sorrowful tears,
But surprised he was at the sight that his eyes met,
It was not on him that the angel's charm had worked,
it was on her, for she was now younger by ten years!
She kissed him good and they lived happily ever after.
The heavens echoed with the angel's laughter,
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The Pina Colada Song
Consider this situation:
Two lovers once fell in love and got together. After a while, the guy gets bored and yearns for a different life with a different woman just to enjoy the little pleasures in life. He comes upon a letter in the newspaper from a woman wishing for the same. He responds to the ad, and they plan to meet up at a nearby bar. When he goes there, he finds out that it was his lover who posted the ad. They smile and start their love afresh.
Doesn't that sound like the recipe for the next Bollywood movie? Well, this is actually a song, a pretty popular one and I was mocked for not knowing it. The name of the song is "Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes.
Video here for your viewing pleasure. Very catchy, very smooth. Don't forget to read the lyrics.
Two lovers once fell in love and got together. After a while, the guy gets bored and yearns for a different life with a different woman just to enjoy the little pleasures in life. He comes upon a letter in the newspaper from a woman wishing for the same. He responds to the ad, and they plan to meet up at a nearby bar. When he goes there, he finds out that it was his lover who posted the ad. They smile and start their love afresh.
Doesn't that sound like the recipe for the next Bollywood movie? Well, this is actually a song, a pretty popular one and I was mocked for not knowing it. The name of the song is "Escape (The Pina Colada Song) by Rupert Holmes.
Video here for your viewing pleasure. Very catchy, very smooth. Don't forget to read the lyrics.
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