Showing posts from September, 2009

Shame on "SHAME"

An incident, a very recent incident made me feel much about my friends & sisters. I can't keep a watch on all my beloved people and protect them and ensure their safety. My sister's words made me almost cry inside.

I just ask one question. "WHY???" Why the hell are women abused? Because they are considered "weaker sex"...? In fact, men are the weaker sex... No men is born or fed without a woman. The very first word from a child's mouth & the cry of a dying man is of a woman. Whomever it may be. At any point of life, a woman fills the void. So why abuse them...?

To all who derive pleasure on making a woman suffer:
"What if your own sister/mother/wife is molested in front of you ? Would you repent for the mistakes you had done earlier and stop doing such things...?"
I think "NO!". You would still continue the stupidity earning accumulating curses from all those victims.

One thing is sure! There are lots of paedophiliacs & philan…

good & bad

Not all are bad...
Not all are good either...!

The Lizard-Spock Expansion

Rajesh Koothrappali: I'll tell you what. How about we go rock-paper-scissors?

Sheldon Cooper: Ooh, I don't think so. Anecdotal evidence suggests that in the game of rock-paper-scissors, players familiar with each other will tie 75 to 80% of the time due to the limited number of outcomes. I suggest rock-paper-scissors-lizard-Spock.

Rajesh Koothrappali: What?

Sheldon Cooper: It's very simple. Scissors cuts paper. Paper covers rock. Rock crushes lizard. Lizard poisons Spock. Spock smashes scissors. Scissors decapitates lizard. Lizard eats paper. Paper disproves Spock. Spock vaporizes rock. And as it always has, rock crushes scissors.


I dream of a morning...

A morning with a coffee
A coffee with a smile
A smile in a beautiful face
A face with a striking charm
A charm with utmost care
A care that comes from heart
A heart my heart possesses
A heart that makes me smile
A smile that prevails in my dream

I dream of a morning...

P.S: I wrote this for a friend of mine who asked y i always write sad things n asked me to try somthin happy. this may not sound happy, but still... i jus tried... :)


People are good at hurting.
I'm good at getting hurt.

People are good at making friends.
I'm good at losing the existing ones.

People are good at enjoying.
I'm good at crying for not.

People are good at achieving.
I'm good at not using my little skills.

People are good at sharing their feelings.
I'm good at searching for people to share with.

And finally...
     People are good at understanding.
     I'm good at misunderstanding.

     All the above...

Many share many with many.
I share everything with few.

Many are almost self-centered.
Me too..! At the center of my "few".

Many have imperfect completions.
I have only some perfect incompletions.

Reason for writing all these:
It's not about
     what happened to me.
It's ALL about
     who made it happen to me.

The ONE...
     The one i like(d)...
     The one i love(d)...
     The one among my "few"...

But not anymore...!

"few" has become "fewer"...! :(

The Luminous Fish Effect

Penny : When one door closes another one opens

Sheldon : No it doesn’t. Not unless the two doors are connected by relays or there are motion sensors involved.

The Luminous Fish Effect

Sheldon : You know, I've been thinking about time travel again.

Leonard : Why? Did you hit a roadblock with invisibility?
Sheldon : Put it on the back burner. Anyway, it occurs to me, if I ever did perfect a time machine I'd go into the past and give it to myself. Thus eliminating the need for me to invent it in the first place.

Leonard : Interesting.

Sheldon : Yeah, it really takes the pressure off.

Big Bang Theory

Leslie: Hello, Sheldon.

Sheldon: [looks terrified] Leslie Winkle!

Leslie: Yeah, Leslie Winkle! The answer to the question, "Who made Sheldon Cooper cry like a little girl?".

Sheldon: Yes! Well, I'm polymerized tree sap and you're an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns on its original trajectory and adheres to you.

THE culprit

YA, TIME...!

Time is THE culprit...
It changes everything the way it wants and
makes all of us suffer...


"Here !", I said.
No response.

"Here ! Now !", I shouted.
No response.

"No ! Don't... Comeback ! Please...", I shouted.
Still no response.

A semi-transparent image, as i visualised,
was running to catch a
"neither-skinny-nor-fat" - kinda figure,
walking alone in a majestic bait,
as if she had jus killed her life-long enemy.

But the image did not heed to its owner...!
Me !

I was the most abandoned in this world...!
Even by my soul...!

Who will i cry to...! :(
How do I love you...?
Wait, let me count the ways... :)