the ONLY ones with the sixth sense ?

so...what's that sixth sense we have that none other than our species has ?
do we even have a sixth sense ?
or is that just a feel-good term to prove our utmost superiority to ourselves as a species ? in that very purpose of proving, we've failed. no one other than our own species gives a damn about who has a sixth sense or who is superior. if you were to tell an animal about it, it wouldn't even understand. not because it's so stupid. but because, that sense and you are so insignificant that it doesn't even matter. try telling a tiger, face to face.."i've a sixth sense, i've a sixth sense"
ha-ha.. you won't even be alive to see the next minute anyway. then you didn't even have COMMON sense.

many great men, in their times, have described the sixth sense as a 'special' sense...maybe an instinct !? no !
other animals have the same instincts as we do.
intellect ? what rubbish. intellect is detrimental. it's the shovel to our own graves.
could it be 'that' thing ? oh wait..WHAT thing?
i've heard from so many people that it could be a sense of humor !
so...animals don't have a sense of humor, huh?
i'm sure all the nature-lovers disagree. 1000 percent.

of course animals have a humor ! probably better than ours..and more animated.
how do cubs, kittens, and puppies play? how do dogs play ?.. if they dont have a sense of humor
have you seen puppies chase you the moment you take a quick step ahead and run? and then halt with playful, expecting eyes the moment you stop..
cubs and kittens run right behind colored objects (that scientifically proved 'black&white' vision theory for animals...i still have my own doubts. nature's not so stupid to make them totally colorblind after making them so vibrant and colorful....it's like giving us sweets and surgically removing our taste buds ! science is in its infancy anyway..i don't know what it can prove.)

anyway, that's how erratic the mind is. it jumps from one place to another.
back to the 'sense of humor', i've a sparrow with his nest at my living-room window. this guy whistles back at me when i whistle at him. he holds this rope at the window and slides down with one leg..worth watching atleast once in a lifetime. if that's not humor, nothing in the world is.
birds have a sense of humor..they have their share of fun. all the time. they don't wear watches, they don't believe in deadlines. they live. live for the moment. and sing for the moment. maybe that's the basis to a really good 'sense' of humor. not just about performing funny standups for people..animals don't care about all that. and watching these comedy shows on tv !!! they just show us how shockingly large the scarcity of happiness in our lives is.

as kids, we did stupid things and laughed at stupid things. anything and everything humored us. the reason is...that we were not stupid. we were simply uninhibited. we laughed when we wanted to laugh and did what we thought made us happy. now as we grow up, these rules. and curbing. and oh, the absolute fright of being called a kid !
when we don't 'live', we don't laugh.
and to think we're busy spending our leisure time staring at inanimate bmw's outside car showrooms. even worse, on computer monitors.
if you're really missing some nature in your life, now's the time to reassess it..it'll show you what a sense of humor REALLY is.
i'll get back to where i began

6th sense ? what's that ? and what's that ?

p.s. : post inspired by happy people

we became.

define 'define'.
define 'wannabe'.

choose between wannabe and cool

it's wannabe to wanna be cool
is it cool to wannabe? haha.. surprisingly, yes.

we love to teach....we love to preach..





....it's as beautiful to learn :-)





"you learn something everyday if you pay attention"
Ray LeBlond

hypnotism

i'm so impulsive now..it's almost like i've been suggested to say these things after listening to their music

nusrat fateh ali khan..
what did you do to be able to sing a song like mann ki lagan so beautifully

kailash kher...simple enough to take your breath away
jagjit singh..
flute ramani..bombay jayashree..
i don't think god could bless anyone more

floyd and mark knopfler are sitting around, smiling. come back.

doctor's day ? yes..

doctors.
well...in the making, but eventually doctors, right ?
we had our day off. after attending the regulars..posting, lectures
there was bandra worli sealink..toll-free drive through 30 mins of cars and traffic
a bunch of carefree people, flavor of the month (remaining-of-the-month) gelatos, rainy weather and donuts. wholesome day, nice company, and empty pockets

rarely, empty pockets feel nice. like when the day has been worth spending on :)

mi carino
are you really busy ?
or is all this just naatak
nevertheless, wish me

more.

too many things.

first of all, i'm busy. but that doesn't mean i dont do the things that i like doing most - talking to close friends, hunting down the sale shops, and spending time on the net.
if there'd be 5 things i can't live without, i'd say thats too less, make it 10 things. internet would be no.2
internet for...mail access- number one priority. visiting some new crazy website everyday, learning more things. ivillage-hotspot for all bored women.
chatting (which, thanks to some mahaan vip's isn't happening as often) and sudarshan's blog is far from updated. it's downdated actually..internet fossil material you may call it..so the only brainstorming i enjoy reading is also fast asleep
my blog. only thing left

a few days back someone was telling me that the current govnment has lowest ever inflation in history. i told him, use your brain, grandpa..so what ? what just happened 3 days back to the prices ? french beans have never costed 68 bucks a kg. all these years.
food inflation. human deflation. how inverse !
if you want to know about country economics na, dont watch news channels or read big papers. ask bhaajiwalas and housewives, they'll give you master education. they deal with the first indicators of a dire economic state..food prices.

on to the other things..
it's rained heavy today. which is why i'm so hyper
beautiful calming day and a welcome break from the heat.
i just hope mumbai is geared up better than 26/7

more photography this monsoon. more raindrops, more flowers and leaves, more fresh greens, more nonsense and narcissistic pictures.




dinner time

it's getting swiney in here

ok, swine flu. i'm done with the news you're making and it's about time we got you outta here

1) just to be on the safe side, it's better to know the symptoms.. cuz it's not that it isn't a cause of worry..
http://pediatrics.about.com/od/swineflu/a/409_symptoms.htm

2) it's a flu-virus like many other flu-viruses, and we don't want any new health predicament. atleast not more than what we have.
like we need diseases from pigs.

3) screening at the intl. airport is the single most amazing step our nation has finally taken towards controlling a disease from some other place. so it's not really a pain in the neck and i think we ought to appreciate it, rather than crib about 10 mins more taken to clear the gates
(by-product, reason for joy : for a change we'll put the over-scrutinizers through scrutiny)

4) the universal rule : any funny symptoms, contact your doctor asap

21

if they say sweet 16, i wonder what they say about 21 :)
there isn't a better age to arrive at !
it's the beginning of a new subset of life. responsibility...oh u can be a child if u wanna :) no one's ever gonna stop u. don't rush into responsibility...it's enough if u have it in mind. no one wants it on paper

save all the undue paranoia a lot of people go through.
21 is beautiful
young. stunning.

deja vous

(monsoon 09: bedroom window)


morning walks are always hopeful..
Every cloud has a silver lining. But this time, its the clouds that i want. There are some heavy clouds set over the eastern skies..at 8.30 a.m.
Finally !
The crows are behaving their usual odd monsoon way. Looking fully wet and stupid as hell. That's a great sign :) monsoon walks, monsoon talks, monsoon chais, monsoon almost-drenched ccd conversations, monsoon fiction books, monsoon romances.. Can you smell the earth? What about monsoon poker sessions ! I'm sure the gangal duo is showing thumbs up ! Hail monsoons !

-rt

origin of the word monsoon : arabic word mausim which actually means season





monsoon 2008 : home
courtesy : iloveu doll and the raindrop (for posing) , aarthi kannan

&^#$%#%@%%@%

<<< heres a nice crap pic from southpark. like what you'll read below

i can't be sensible anymore. well, atleast more sensible than i've been.

i don't wanna be so careful with the words i choose, where i tread...oh blah ! who the hell cares, anyway ?

i'm not writing some 'think about' post this time. cuz i'm tired of waiting to write till my brains switch on. so dont blame me if this post is crap (as i'd warned you previously)

have you ever been idle and actually googled stuff like 'timepass' or 'what should i do when i'm free'

well, i have.the results were disastrous, nowhere close to what i wanted to do.

never mind,cuz i wasn't actually idle. i was just too crabbed with the idea of finishing off the things i have to. i'm an idle old girl with lots of work, lots of unwillingness to do her work, hardly any time to waste, and yet here i am, writing total rubbish !

you've no idea why ? me neither.

i've to make a gift i'd promised a friend, i've to complete my driving lessons, my music lessons, i've half taken up all the possible sports and left them hanging around, i've been wanting to go to corbett since i dont know when. and i've time to do all this, yet no time

everytime something comes up, i avoid it saying "i've to study"

hahahah. what Crap

believe me, i've been saying that for one whole month and i don't even know the color of my textbooks. nevertheless, i'm halfheartedly going to try. cuz my other half heart is all over the world, traveling to dream destinations like monaco, stockholm, las vegas, and sanfrancisco.

oh by the way, a friend of mine has suggested something great to watch

try getting ur hands on 'monty python'..i nearly died laughing at it. i think i'm gonna go and buy this stuff

and waste more time. and rush up an alarming blood-pressure the week before exams.

-rt

p.s. : google image search rocks :)

the story of 'same'

when no two persons
no two trees
no two moments
no two planets
no two atoms
can be the same....

how can the way each one of us thinks, be the same at two different points in time?

change is the order of life.
the sooner we realize this, the easier it will be to get over words like 'hypocrisy'

la tormenta

one thing that definitely appeals to all of us.
conversation.
but when it gets boring what do you do ? sure, we all go through this at one point of time.
then you get up and leave for all hell may break loose or the floor may burn behind you. and still you wouldnt turn back to look. 'cuz thats the power of boring conversation.

ok here's the thing:

people are talking. (not friends, but may be even at work or school..or just with your peers)
you're just sitting around getting bored, contributing to the conversation would be the last thing on your mind. suddenly.
not a rare thing..is it ? if it's a nicely gripping maze of boredom, the yawns that can turn out of this one are phenomenal.
of course, it wouldn't too long before you find yourself begging god under your breath for a helicopter right next to your chair.

i'm not a conversation queen..i'm rather the silent wanderer with the weirdest of thoughts flying in my own world. sometimes i'm in the middle of a conversation, lost, wondering what the color of the underwear that each person is wearing could be (ultra low waists save me the trouble but damage my imagination though)
it amuses me. a good lot does that (to all my friends reading this post, now you know why you should have me involved in you talks)

but i still can't talk to turn heads for nuts.
i walk if i want to turn heads..but i'll tell you about that later
that's where it's at.
i cant make for-the-sake-of-it conversation. i'd rather talk and listen for long hours about the political system if it interested me. or maybe about how birds behave when they migrate. or the minuscule details of the machine that makes chocolate chips. and the sorts.
offbeat, yeah. we are all offbeat in that peculiar sense of liking something that's unique for each one of us.
i can get over involved, even mesmerized, in a conversation that suits me. and so a suitable conversationalist.
but never for too long in the same crap about day to day life. fortunately for me, this is deja vous for all of us
(yet ironically, the chatter-nonsense types are also the one who spend most time in front of the tv listening to more hogwash than they can talk. i 'wow' that)


what would you do ?
-change the topic
-or play along for the heck of it
-or keep quiet and continue to get bored
-or get yourself involved in a game on your mobile
-or get up and take off ?
-or quietly draw one person in the corner into talking about what pleases you (oh, this nosy type, i tell you)

i've a kind solution.
if you're really bored and you cannot do a thing about it, just imagine. involve your mind in something funny about the people around you and give in to a giggle when you need it. that way, self-involvement is a great thing. if you can get away, do something with your time. don't give in to useless conversations just because you have nothing to do.
of course, a good outing...or a massage would prove more useful.

a note for people who enjoy talking rubbish : i salute you, and i wish i could do what you do. cuz then i wouldnt get so bored

yet, the best things in life don't always involve talking ;)

happy conversation-ing !

dedi to...the people who need it

pepper is good..

pepper spray is better :)
effective. revengeful.

cheers !

the eyes of the beholder

I've come across just too many dramatic statements by famous authors and intellects, that don't really define beauty.
They just come along, one after another and confuse the heck out of you and me, till we drop this excellent idea of wanting to pursue the real meaning of beauty.

Marie Stopes said : ''You can take no credit for beauty at sixteen. But if you are beautiful at sixty, it will be your soul's own doing''
Awestruck.
what truth !

but then Jean Kerr popped up and slipped another quote in : "I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want - an adorable pancreas?"
Laughter. No arguments.
What truth, again.

And of course, like you, i too have come across a lot of scoop on how beauty is brain and vice-versa. That concept has never failed to impress me or make me think. Yet, i wonder why that connecting word 'is' is actually there between two words like beauty and brain which can be independently appreciated. It's an extraneous connection.

I personally have always been of the opinion that beauty is of little importance without intellect.
But bad genes, my dear, are bad genes. Intellect is no consolation for that.

Einstein wasn't the best looking man on the planet, but he was definitely one of the most intelligent. Point noted, Your Honour. We all want to be the smart ones.
Yet, in this world where people are criticizing external beauty so ruthlessly and so many of us seem to disregard it with apparent unimportance....
why does each one of us, no matter how minimally, still want to contribute to better physical appearance and grooming ? here's the truth : beauty may be skin deep, but it bothers us to the core.

Beauty is skin deep. YES. is there a problem ?
Alright, let it be skin deep. However deep it is, it's only the skin that shows it.
So wouldn't it be rather stupid to have that beauty all the way down to your flesh?

And then, for those of us who go around arguing about whether beauty is inner beauty or is it just limited to what we look like...
let's make things simpler for ourselves. there are different kinds of beauty.
physical beauty is what pleases our superficial senses, vision and touch.
inner beauty, as we call it, is what pleases our deep sense, feeling.

Sharon stone is beautiful. Mother Teresa is beautiful. Princess Diana is beautiful. Mahatma Gandhi is beautiful. George Clooney is beautiful. Abdul Kalam is beautiful.
With due respects to each person, all of us have our own, special charm. It would be unfair to run either down, be it outer or inner beauty.

Let's not console ourselves for things that we do not have, and instead spend more time learning to love ourselves for the lovely things that we have. Loving oneself makes one beautiful more than anything ever can..