What makes us tick..

What is it that makes us tick...
u know..
what is it that makes us wake up in morning,burch our teeth,eat food..
what is it that makes us hum songs..dance,,cry...

what is it that makes us all do it and still be seperate individuals...

and what is it that goes away when a person dies...

My imagine...

Imagine u only have an hour to live...
Imagine what all things u will want to do then...
The places u want to see..
The food items u wanna eat...

The people u will want to meet...
The fights u will want to end...
The little things u will wanna tell all those around u...

The air u breath in...
The smile of a kid near u ....
ur  friends family colegues...
even the coffee from the horrible vendor machine in office...

you will look at it all differently...
very differently....

If u think u will not then better die cause u are already dead....:)

and right now if u ask me..all i wld want to change is to make her be here with me...:)

Tum abhi bhi use bohat pyar karte ho na....

Makri..:)

there is something good about the whole of disorder in it...

imagination...

What is the one thing that differentiates us from animals or plants...
its not love,compassion,fear..
its not the great opposing thumb...
its our imagination...
that with which we can create that which is not...

our religions..hell heaven god all can only be creations of our imagination with which we needed a higher purpose for our existence...
i some how feel this sens of ours this ability of ours too create that which is not there will in the end be the reason for our  destruction...
funny how i  can imagine what i may imagine :)

but even imagination has limitations...
we cant imagine a color we have never seen or a sound we have never heard...
so i guess even our so called sixth sense has limitations...
so may b may b we still have hope...that we may survive it..:)

Meri itni kareeb mat ao me tume barbad kardungi...
wat dialogue...:)

When did we become soo meek souls..
We who wrote kamsutra
We who had topless bars before anyone else..
We who was proud of our sensuality..
We who built monuments for it....
When did we become soo meek that ....

hmm..:)
What am i.. an indian or a muslim...
I am not saying they are mutually exclusive...
I am just thinking how contrasting the cultures are ...

hmm..:)

Why is it wrong to lust for some one..:D:D
Why is it that we think 'mamsa nibadhamalla nuragam..."
Why did our society have to decay soo much....

The social decay i am talking of is the one where a girl goind nude is called prepostorous...:D on contrary to the usual thing that the girl going nude is the decay...

hmm...:)
y am i hmming soo much today :D:D

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http://rahi30384foru.blogspot.in/2012/07/9-arguments-against-choice-marraige-and.html

You cannot force your children, or your siblings or anybody else to get married to people whom you think is good.

Same goes in opposite direction; you cannot force your parents to accept who ever chooses. If they are not comfortable with your choice then you must also be ready to accept that and choose if the relationship is still worth it.

How can they live happily if their very basic freedom in choice of lifelong mate is taken away from them?

How about taking away the basic freedom of being part of such a big decision . 25

 Year of dreams…hopes ..savings…and if u cant show the courtesy to atleast talk to em before eloping….!!!

They waited for the parents to do something.

The worst fear when we are about to ask for something is the fear of rejection…u frgot the whole set of moments before one finally proposes !! we still get to propose cause we know for sure that the other person is worth it..we still go ahead because we have some hope that they will not slap us in the face…

And we expect our parent to go to some strangers parents not sure wat kind of a welcome to expect..not sure wat kind of people they are..!!! I would always say never drag the parents into all of this.. it was your choice..your decision..soo don’t stand back and tell ur parents to take care of it..u talk to ur parents.. u talk to her parents.. u talk to the whole uncle aunty neighbours neighbor lot.. cause u knw its worth it cause it is ur choice and hence it is ur responsibility.

Now u must be wanting to scream at me ..wanting to tell me ..”Achu !! WTF u married the girl u loved that too inter religion and all that crap..” and my answer will be..”ofcourse I did..but I never forced my parents or her parents to accept us.. we told them our choice..and gave them time to make their choice if they want to be part of our choice…

Its easy to be 25 and judging people who are 60 dear…we don’t give a fck abt the society cause we don’t have to..we are not living in kerala..we are independent … not them…they are old … they don’t have us around .. they only have the so called society.. they know death is around the corner… the courage that one had withers away….

I always tell myself…They are our parents..who am I to judge them..I will be with them love em to my best and hope they are happy..… they deserve it J

My lead is here…

I wld love to have a long talk with you on this some time…

J

Ustad hotel...

Kure chirichu...idakku eppolo a lil bit of tears...made me dream made me think made me fall in love again....
now that i shld then say was an amazing movie na...:)
entho didnt feel like posting this in facebook this time.. felt that will be violating some thing soo....

music rules me..
my emotions sooo well hidden from are creeping back...
feels good to be alive...

m singing to myself a  loot now a days..
smiling a looot..
not frustrated...
not pissed off...
just happy...:)

imagine...

what difference dows it make if its rottten..not coked..not having salt...
what difference does it make if shes fat skinny tall short white black...
what difference does it make if its gt a wide tyre, better sounding engine, better grill...
what difference does it make if its a 1 bhk or a 100 bhk..
spinal cord support..fluffy..soft..hard...
high definition..low definition..dolby..digital..analogue....

in the end of the day we are all prisoners of our senses..our brain...
thats all we will ever know..
that which our senses choose to tell us and the way our brain chooses to tell us it it...

is this what makes the pshychipaths and the rishies who they are...
cause they found its all the same and its all nonsense..

what was today will not be tomorrow..
we are all changing...

each day we are loosing soo many cells, cells that was part of who u are...
noone mourns them...
then y mourn one day when its just all of thecells that go  away...

I still dont need a hell or heaven to live..
I still dont get whats the point in living thought..
but heaven and hell can never be...

one life to please a god who kicked us out cause we ate an apple which he fcking created and fcking out ina place accessible to us and then he fcking created the hunger by telling not to have...
naaah...that definitely is not the answer..

and abt being born as a donkey in my next life fr my this lifes sins...seriously !!!
what diffference cn ait make unless i can remember that i was me in my last birth...
hmmm...:)


imagine thers no heaven...:)
its easy if you try...
no hell below us...
above us only sky...
imagine all the people living for today...:)

you may say i am a dreamer..
but i am not the only one...
i hope some day you will join us...
and the world will be one....

title illathe post illenkil enthonnu jeevitham anu nammude...
kalikkenda role polum ariyathe..
veruthe...
oru neram pokku...
allandu enthu

80k..tats wat i am earning a month..bonus vere..for testing case process :D:D stylan jeevitham.
if my life were moments..flashes that I will c when i die...enthokke ayirikkum...

nan verukkunna nimishangal..bhayakkkunna..santhoshikkunna nimishangal..karayunna nimishangal...
enthonnu mairu..
oru piinakkum undavilla..

chilappo thonnum ellam vendannu vechu evideyelum poyi ...
pinneyum cigarette theernnu...
athillathe niyanthranam budhimuttanu...
soo control vidunnilla...:)