Emotional Intimacy - Some Thoughts

What is your feeling when you are being criticized or being laughed at by someone you know very well?

Why do you feel immensely happy when you speak to your best friends even after years ?

Why do you become emotional (even cry) when somebody close praises you or shows how important you are to them ?

Why do you share your secrets with only a few people?

The answer to these questions is Emotional Intimacy.

This is how Wikipedia defines Emotional Intimacy: It is an aspect of interpersonal relationships that varies in intensity from one relationship to another and varies from one time to another.It can be expressed in verbal and non-verbal communication. The degree of comfort, effectiveness and mutual experience of closeness might indicate emotional intimacy between individuals. Intimate communication is both expressed (e.g. talking) and implied (e.g. friends sitting close on a park bench in silence).

Emotional intimacy is an age-old concept which is not to be confused with making love with your mate. However, emotional intimacy strengthens love relationships as it it does with any other type of close relationships. It is something, which if lacking, may lead to breaking down of relationships. Intimacy exists between people only when they have independent emotions and can validate each other's feelings.Otherwise, it can be referred to as fusion of personalities.

We discover our inner-selves only when we allow ourselves to experience our emotions fully i.e. when we become honest with ourselves. However, there may be feelings of  pride, anger, fear, frustration, sadness that become obstacles in contemplating oneself.


Emotional intimacy is needed for the feelings of support and trust to develop and continue.You are emotionally connected to a person when you can become vulnerable (read feel trusted) in his/her company.

We usually fail to express ourselves to the persons who are most important in our lives or whose opinion is what matters to us.We miss the ability to say what we want emotionally from our loved ones. On the other hand, small acts of affection are the best way of building and repairing emotional bonds.

If we are able to laugh at ourselves, we find our real-self and then we can learn anything and live anywhere in the world.

Feel the happiness when you discover yourself and practice emotional intimacy in relationships.

ALAM-E-SUFIYANA

When you listen to sufi songs, there comes a sense of relaxation, relief and spirituality. Moreover, the lyrics make you think how deep they connect with the music. 

A list of Sufi songs that have the best words and an awesome music. 

• Khwaja Mere Khwaja from Jodha Akbar
• Arziyan from Delhi 6 
• Bhoola Tujhe from Blue
• Ek Lau from Aamir 
• Kun Faya Kun from Rockstar 
• Piya Haji Ali from Fiza
• Bandeh by Indian Ocean
• Bandeh (Coke Studio) by Indian Ocean
• Bandya Ho from Khuda Ke Liye
• Bulla ki Jana by Rabbi Shergill 
• Bulla ki Jana (Coke Studio) by Rabbi Shergill
• Jugni (Coke Studio) by Arif Lohar 
• Jugni (Coke Studio) by Rabbi Shergill
• Teri Deewani by Kailash Kher
• Menda Ishq by Abida Parveen
• Ishq Layi Qurbaniyan by Satinder Sartaaj

ISHQ LAYI QURBANIAN

A Punjabi song titled Ishq Layi Qurbaniyan by Satinder Sartaaj and some events in the lives of people within my circle of acquaintance made me to scribble. The song is a satire on the changed meaning of love and compares today's relationships with epic love stories.

The so called Lovers of today's world won't sacrifice for love. Earlier lovers used to be loyal, now they have become more clever and materialistic. Love used to be worship ,lover used to be God and honesty and conscience were everything to a human being. Today , God's name is being sold and religion is now being turned into cash.

The love and affection for one another were matter of hearts and thus were the foundation of relationships. Now, relationships are either being drafted or crafted considering careers, assets and social status.
Ranjha became caretaker of bovines for years. Nowadays , kids with years into school make Girl Friends and Boy Friends in the name of love.
Unlike Mahiwal , nobody may even dare to save his/her partner when time is against them. Most of them in a situation like that will take it as a God's will.

The separation with the word BREAK-UP has now become a popular and frequently used one. While they are supposed to be crying when they see tears in each others' eyes , the lovers just move away smiling in the name of better futures. Some have more number of relationships than the number of years they have been living on the earth.

The so-called lovers seldom show courage and fight for the right. Some losers who cannot convince their crush become drunkards instead of moving ahead in life. They spend their evenings with alcohol and even sleep on with alcohol bottles.

There is no place for emotions in this physical world and if somebody talks about them, they are considered as big fools.


This post might have proved to be a sad one , but it is an outlook on the changing meaning of love. If love and good-self are taken in the actual context and are being given a true dedication by all , the world will become a better place to live.

The Art of Conversation (Being Garrulous)

I may have a habit of speaking bordering on the excessive side but I always hope that it will make others smile. Through my journey of life till now , I have come across some points that I have been able to collect and applied many of them in different situations. Sometimes, people feel confused when I use them to convey wit or sarcasm but at times, they have helped me to convey deeper things in fewer words.

• While conversing one should keep in mind two things : one , respect for the other and two, dignity for oneself.
• When you encounter seemingly good advice that contradicts other seemingly good advice, ignore them both.
• Cursing is invoking the assistance of a spirit to help you inflict suffering.Swearing on the other hand,is invoking,only the witness of a spirit to a statement you wish to make.
• An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field.
• The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.
• A sense of humor is critical for a happy life.It can ease pain,accelerate healing.reduce tension,win friends,enhance learning and make life a fun-filled adventure.
• The true spirit of conversation consists of building on another person's observation, not overturning it.
• There are only two ways of telling the complete truth--anonymously and posthumously.
• Silly things do cease to be silly if they are done by sensible people in an impudent way.
• No body is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.
• I do not have a psychiatrist and I do not want one, for the simple reason that if he listened to me long enough, he might become disturbed.
• People seem to enjoy things more when they know a lot of other people have been left out of the pleasure.
• Most people would rather be certain they're miserable than risk being happy.
• Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.
• Don't worry about people stealing the idea.If it's original you'll have to ram them down their throats.
• Don't wait around for other people to be happy for you. Any happiness you get you've got to make yourself.
• Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
• The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

I like quotations because it is a joy to find thoughts one might have, beautifully expressed with much authority by someone recognized wiser than oneself.

Friendship between Man and Woman

The friendship between a man and a woman which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity; but for this type of friendship both a rare man and a rare woman are needed. Perhaps it should be added that either the man or the woman thus deeply bound in lifelong friendship who seeks marriage must find a still rarer man or woman to wed, to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success.


Thanks to one of my college mates for sharing the above lines

Journalism

I met a journalist and asked the reason one takes journalism as profession. The reply was :

Journalists (read honest / real journalists) join the profession only for PASSION.
"Journalism mein na paisa hai na izzat , bas ek junoon hai."

Just A Thought

U have planned everything for something, all things in place. Then, u come to knw that all ur planning will go in vain. u feel discomfort but ur heart and mind is still inclined towards ur plan. Somehow, the things get right all the way and u are xtremely happy. Life is unpredictable.. xperience every moment.

WHY WORRY

EMPTY EYES

It was the marriage of my uncle's elder son.we reached uncle's house 5 days before actual marriage was to take place. When it comes to a north indian marriage there are so many little ceremonies and rituals b4 the BARAAT.It was not less than a small zoo when we reached there with so many relatives and i started bending down every 2sec/2 minutes for "pairi pauna".

I met one of my distant relatives.I had never met her. However, she blessed me and was very happy 2 c me. Then met her son. A young,tall and handsome guy who was older than me by 6-7 years, and the only son of a financially sound family.i started calling him bhaiya but the bond became more friendly within a day or two.

when only few days are left 4 marriage, bhangra and dhol become a part of daily routine in that house. every evening ppl dance and enjoy and the atmosphere is such that nobody can resist to b a part of it though it continues till late night.
Every evening, bhaiya and I were in the centre with the fist TAAL of the dhol. we danced alongwith several others, kids,cousins, aunts,uncles and parents of those uncles and aunts.soon we developed an excellent sync of bhangra steps. Bhaiya's mother always looked mesmerised when we were performing bhangra.On the day of Baraat, we danced for hrs till we reached the venue.we were really tired at that moment but soon realised that it was not the end. A DJ was playing there and that was an indication that we will not b spared. Forget the food, forget the cermonies , forget the meetings; all wanted us to b on the dance floor.


Four years later, it was the marriage of my uncle's younger son.I managed to reach there only a day before the baraat. this time i was not much interested in dancing but still could not resist the TAAL when i was forcefully pulled onto the dance floor.
Suddenly i noticed two eyes staring at me while i was dancing. Bhaiya's mother was there. She looked pale but was wearing an artificial smile.I went to her and asked 4 her blessings. She gave a smile that was a genuine one this time and blessed me with some words. The next thing she said ,"u r not dancing today ? where r ur steps?".

I went back to the dance floor and did the steps so that they would make her happy. but instead they made her cry as i noticed wetness in her EMPTY EYES which have drained after the death of her only son. He had died in a tragic road accident one year back.I felt the guilt in making her cry his son.being a mother she missed him every moment. probably she saw him in me and urged me to dance.She went out of the frame and i sat lonely on a side missing him too.

BIDAAYI SAMAROH

Walking down the memory lane during my 9th semester,i decided to type something opening notepad on my laptop and i was once again influenced by my belief in destiny.
as soon as the date sheet of final semester exams in NIT D came out, i booked the ticket for 1st may 09 afternoon so that i could leave before any of my nears and dears in the college. i thought that all of them will come to see off me at the station and i would not have to see the rona-dhona of final year. but i feel that my nears and dears prayed so much 4 me to stay 4 some more time in college that all my plans went in vain and i had to cancel my ticket due to unavoidable reasons.

Therefore,the whole thing was reversed.i had to go see off ppl to station and bus stops whom i had expected to come to station when i was supposed to leave according to my previous plan.As such i had to face all the things i had earlier wanted to avoid.

i was nt having final year blues like other final yrs but i had to witness plenty of them with ppl literally breaking down after losing their composure while saying good byes.

I would like to start from the last week of april. Almost all had finalised the dates they would b leaving the place where they spent their last 4yrs ,life's golden days.THough there were xams and project reports to b submitted , ppl didnt care of them as much as they did to spend the last few days with their friends.The booze sessions , treats, last hangouts and hangovers were of the utmost importance.Countdowns got converted from "__ days left" to "__ hrs left in NITD".Each night was a night out as many didnt want to waste the last moments sleeping and instead insisted to have long bhaat sessions.
there was silence in final yr hostel but an awkward silence. It was not a regular one like it happened during the other exam days. It was broken from time to time with the echo "fire in the hole". Yes, it was counter strike, the thing guys r going to miss the most in their post college lives.

The phase of scribbling on t-shirts and shirts became a usual affair during the last days.Moreover,the diaries that ppl wanted to have entries of ppl they would rarely meet again made up a pile on my table too.At that hour, everything flashed back, from the first meeting to the most recent one with that particular person.lots of movies, scenes and celebrations got retrieved in mind and that all consecutively, just to convey how fast the time passes.


A gtalk status msg was there:

Who says light travels the fastest , i could nt even trace how time went by... something of that sort.


KALKA MAIL 2311 1ST-MAY-09 : The people leaving by this train had arranged a bus from college to station.The bus was fully packed and it seemed like a whole convoy is leaving. it was noisy inside the bus with chattering ansd screams of ppl calling others' names when we boarded it but all went to a silence as soon as the bus started. the next 15 mins inside the bus were horrible for many.During these moments, tears instead of words told the stories of every individual and how much they would b missing the place and the awesome hostel life.Some ppl had already given up their compsure and were wetting the seats at front of the bus.Some,at the back seats were giving fake smiles as if others didnt know that they were feeling blue.I was making some last minute diary entries
The bus reached the stn and all become active again and we all reached the platform where the train was about to come.The atmosphere was unprecedented though everything was as usual as it is on 2-3 platform.suddenly there came crackling sounds. we turned around to see friendship slaps sessions going on.
the hearts started beating hard and fast with announcement of Kalka mail. this was the hooter rather than an announcement leaving some guys numb while others almost shattered.hugs, kisses and camera clicks and they were numerous when the train approached.the train stopped and the passing outs boarded. they wished that the train gets delayed and remains there.they wanted time to stop (which was impossible). with the green signal, tears started to flow again . some stepped down to hug his best ones one last time, boarded the train, stepped down again to hug again and finally boarded the train (it had already started moving). And there were shouts, "fir milenge", "_____ (place of stay) aayega to milna", "love you ", "miss you".
the outbursts were not only restricted to ppl who left but also with those who were at the platform. a person burst out into tears as the train went by .the person had maintained his calm from the time he boarded the bus. so one more down.


we returned to hostel late with some emptiness and fell to bed as we were extremely tired. Meanwhile, a notice board was already posted on googlegroup with all the info about who and how every1 is leaving. so the schedule was already decided for each day to come. everyday some ppl left weeping and crying. if they didnt cry @ final bye, the cried in train.
each person who was to leave made a pit stop at the jhoops where others had already assembled, met them and left.
by 4th may ,most of my good friends had left and i had to look out 4 ppl whom i can hangout with. Luckily i was never disappointed by my friends and acquaintances. It seemed that weeks have passed after they had left but it was only few days.
i bought one platform ticket and used it for the whole day.2-3 round trips a day to stn became a routine.the scenes of kalka mail repeated though at different hours of the day and with different ppl but the feeling was the same everytime.

Oh!This post is becoming too long. I just scrolled up to see hw much i had already typed and but still a lot to say which i would try to wind up quickly.

* at one instance, the train halted at the station longer than usual just to make possible the meeting of friends who were somehow late than the scheduled departure.
* A person gifted his/her most loved thing to his/her frnds.
* sleepless nights spent in hostel just to say adieu to ppl leaving early morning.
* deserted city centre, the most busy and popular hangout place.
* some body finally cried (after 5 days )as the train started moving.
* very high speed internet but only a few ppl online


on my side,i didnt find it that heavy,as i had expected. There are worse things in life to cry for. I was taunted by someone that "u r unemotional and y dont these farewells make u cry". I dont knw the answer.perhaps i was destined to witness all this.at some occasions, i found it difficult to keep calm but i somehw maintained.
ppl came up to me smiling, hugged me tightly and tears trickled down their cheeks.


i cant write more on this and i m leaving this post with these lines 4m a movie song



"kabhi jo milenge raaste, pal mein hi chamkegi hassi purani
to kaho kya kahoge fir humein, kaise chhupaoge nami ye palkon ki???"

A THANK YOU MESSAGE

This sms is for all the sentu public out there




Have u ever THANKED friends for...

their smiles?
their hellos?
their taps at back?
their way of calling ur names?


Imagine ur friends never doing that any more .. could u bear it ?

Small things usually go unnoticed, but in reality they r the ones who make life look so easy and cheerful!!





THANK YOU 2 all my friends.. cheers :)

GENERAL ELECTIONS 2009

I saw this ad in Times of India epaper and felt the need to propagate.
VOTE INDIA VOTE

do visit the LEAD INDIA WEBSITE

SEND A HUG DAY

i was browsing through some ecards on a website when i came across the events in the week to follow and there was one named "21st jan- Send A Hug Day". i had never heard of such thing.


Lage raho Munnabhai explains the magic of a hug with a special name -- jaadoo ki jhappi.most of my frnds became senti when they were watching the movie.
watch out the video of " jiya se jiya (free hugs) by AR RAHMAN" and u'll find the joy of getting a hug.



THE BEST GIFT YOU CAN GIVE IS A HUG : ONE SIZE FITS ALL AND NO ONE EVER MINDS IF YOU RETURN IT.


a hug to all 4m my side.

Three Oysters of Wisdom

i made the following conclusions after completing the trio of these marvellous books:

1) its a great charm to read these three if u r a staunch believer of destiny.And if u r not, u'll definitely become after reading them.

2)they allow u to contemplate abt urself and at different moments in life,they will surely act as a guide and an eye opener. thus read them again if u feel depressed or ur confidence level is low.

3)they show u a new outlook towards life and grant u all the wisdom.

4)these books will really bless ur life if u allow the thoughts written in them to play a role in urs.

5)don't read a lot of these inspirational books. else u'll miss a lot of other beautiful things in life.only extract the best out of them

All about GAJJJJABB

GAJJJJABBB.. this is not only a word. this is something else here in NIT-D.enter the campus, just say "aree gajjab" or "gajjab" whatever the way u like and ur presence will certainly b acknowledged by the ppl.however getting a full attention will depend on the situation or the place at which u r at that moment.the probablity is very high that u'll b greeted by another person saying "gajjab".


Gajjjjabb is derived from GAZZAB ,e.g. gazzab dhaana.but due 2 different tones , accents and usage it has finally been transformed to gajjab.it means something very special, awesome or gr8.it is an exclamation to different emotions.the way u say gajjab says abt ur mood.

Gajjjjabb in NIT-D has become a part of many people's life and has recently become one of the most popular lingos surpassing the other words which were used in common language.
The history of Gajjjjabb says that this word was invented when some students of hall4 of 2008 batch started using it everywhere after they were fascinated by bhojpuri.they seldom used their mother tongue in their conversations.moreover,they added the flavour of using the word Gajjjjabb 2 most of the sentences. one could listen to this emaohatic word at jhoops,technoe ,canteen wherever u go.soon the word propagated to junior batches and its usage to.the pioneers in this task were SMD trio of 2009 batch and this legacy is still being carried on to newer batches.

The word Gajjjjabb became more and more popular after a video of laloo prasad named LALOO'S ANGREZI showing one of his greatest speeches in Parliament while presenting the rail budget 2008.
The height of Gajjjjabb was when a puppy was named Gajjjjabb.its pic was taken and an orkut a/c was online .The puppy (of course the ppl who created its profile) used to scrap ppl and send them friend requests.

At present Gajjjjabb is everything 4 some ppl. Gajjjjabb , ek takiyakalam hai . Gajjjjabb is a greeting when u meet ppl.Gajjjjabb is a way of expressing themselve,their happiness , their troubles.Gajjjjabb is life here 4 them.The SMD trio along with many others has also constituted a cricket team named GAJJJJABB and is no doubt the most popular team of the college.


One thing is sure that who so ever was ,is ,or will b associated with this magical word Gajjjjabb can never forget the events , feelings and emotions related to it.

Thanx 2 all who feel they r related 2 GAJJJJABB...!!!!

The Art of Being Witty

Some ppl r frequently credited with a pleasing though perplexing sense of humor.Not the ha-ha variety but more literary.They turn their phrases with such cleverness that their aphorisms are remembered long after they are themselves forgotten.


some witty quotes:-

1. he has all the virtues i dislike and none of the vices i admire.
2. a modest little person with much to be modest about.
3. he has no enemies but is intensely disliked by his friends
4. some cause happiness wherever they go, others whenever they go.
5. for u and ur friend if u have one.
6. i didn't attend the funeral but i sent a nice letter that i approved of it
7. why do u sit there looking like an envelope without an address on it?
8. he loves nature inspite of what it did to him.
9.he is simply a shiver looking for a spine to run up.
10. he has the attention span of a lightening bolt.
11. is that a gun in your pocket or u r just happy to see me??
12. he's a very balanced man with a chip on both shoulders.
13. there is only one thing that is worse than being talked about,and that is not being talked about.
14. i have nothing to declare except my genius.
15. i hope u have not been leading a double life-pretending to be wicked but being really good all the time.that would be hypocrisy.



I was really amused when i saw the above article in a newspaper few years back. I some how managed to keep a cutting of the article at that time.

A RENDEZVOUS with a BRIDE

The car with the bride sitting inside entered the resort and stopped nearby me.i was called up by a sweet voice from the car.it was the bride,my cousin.she had recognised me though we hadnt met each other for many yrs.we r not close relatives as we meet only during occasions and wedding ceremonies of our mutual relatives.but this time i was meeting her on her own wedding.
she had just finished up with her bridal makeup at some parlour and arrived at the resort where the wedding was to take place.the "baraat" ,as we call it was about to reach at the venue.
she called me again and this time i recognised who was calling me.i went near her and we exchanged greetings.she told me that she needed me to b with her as she was feeling nervous and her friends had not yet arrived.i agreed,obviously, and helped her reach the room where she was supposed to wait till the baraat arrives.
she was shivering perhaps due 2 nervousness though she was wearing a very heavy bridal dress.i made her sit and offered a glass of water to make her feel comfortable.god knows what was going through her mind on her wedding day.she now felt easy and relaxed.suddenly she clutched me and i was startled.her mobile was ringing.she picked up the fone and it was her elder sis.she talked to her and nw she seemed more relaxed.i assured that she was fine.i cackled a joke and she giggled.uuuhhh!!! now she was ok.soon we started chatting normally as we do whenever we meet and she started shooting a long list of personal and formal questions at me.
the room was a sort of greenroom with a large mirror.she looked into the mirror and asked me a question."how am i looking?".i hate to answer this question whenever a female asks me because u cannot say the correct answer.u have to spoof them always.but this time i said the fact.she was looking great.a beautiful and innocent looking bride."nobody else today will b so pretty ".she was very happy and pleased to know that.just then a thought retrieved into my mind.i smiled a bit and she noticed it and out of curiosity she asked the reason. i told her abt a wedding scene in "Pyar ke side effects" abt why does a woman marry? she laughed her heart out when i described the scene.
soon she started telling hw excited she was for her wedding.she had got the best wedding dress and jewellery of the town and above it she had manipulated more on her dress in order to look more charming.she started walking as if it was a ramp infront of the large mirror.i wondered she would have been in delhi for lakme india fashion week if it was not her wedding.she asked me the same question i had mentioned earlier and this time i convinced her that she was indeed looking beautiful.
the saying goes its way again."wherever the women r concerned the unexpected always happens".
a few moments ago she was so nervous that she was about to faint because it was her own wedding and now she is highly excited because its her own wedding.
her sis came inside the room and she was welcomed by the bride with the question that i had already answered twice.meanwhile there was a noise of crackers and band that signalled the arrival of the baraat.the unexpected happened again.soon both the sisters hugged and started weeping.

i tried to ease their moods again and was successful in doing that.soon we escorted the bride to the stage where her groom was waiting and then started the long procedure of photo sessions and rites and rituals.

from a girl's point of view, it is the irony of life.she has to live her life in two phases, in two different places,two different families, two different environments.

but u can experience a sudden change of emotions that too contrasting ones only in case of women

Just Another morning @ NITDGP

my alarm clock beeped and i looked out for the time shown by it.it said 5.30 in the morning. i didn't know who had set that alarm time in my clock.
no need to feel sorry 4 me. i was already awake.i had not slept yet.another nightout herein. i had returned late after having a very amusing birthday treat of one of my friends and thereafter got involved in a sort of discussion with my other frnds who have accompanied me to my room.my frnds left for their respective rooms after the so called discussion was over.i was thinking of writing a post on my blog and so i started with it.i didn't notice how the time got spent untill i was startled by the alarm.normally one finds it really difficult 2 remain awake after 3am.
it was morning already when i looked out of my room's window.i was not feeling sleepy.but i was feeling hungry.as such i decided to visit our own Ravida ka jhoops,the multi cuisine restaurant of NIT Durgapur.but it was not opened yet.it was a bit early.
i had nothing to do but to wait 4 some more time.just then an idea struck my mind.i decided to have a morning walk.thus, i moved out of my room and was welcomed by a wonderful breeze.i had never xperienced it like that. i moved on, out of my hostel and started walking with nobody accompanying me.it was just another morning in NIT-D but something was different.i had never heed on the beauty of morning in the campus.i did have a number of nightouts b4 but never did i decide to have a stroll.i had a round of the campus njoying the cool breeze and witnessing the dawn and reached jhoops.i had already observed the smoke coming out of burning of cowdung cakes and coal which Ravida uses in the chulhas.
i reached the jhoops and was received by a greeting,"Morning ".it was Ravida ,already preparing tea. some of the guards were also there.they come there daily 4 their bed tea or first tea i must say.preparations for the day were going on in the adjoining jhoops too.
i gave a smile in reply and asked for a cup of tea.i ordered something to eat.i found prashanto coming from the side gandhi morh on his bicycle that was looking no less than a load carrier.every part of bicycle use for carrying something or the other.the tea had been prepared in the meantime.i noticed Ravida offering some of the tea to God of fire before giving it to anybody else.prashanto took out some of the aggarbattis ,lit them up and started worshiping.then he moved out of the jhoops and started worshiping in a particular direction.he was offering prayer to the Sun God.
just then i came to know where was east direction with respect to our campus. i wonder how many of NITDians know 4m which direction of the college,the sun rises.
u'll definitely meet some stray dogs and loads of mosquitoes if u go that early to jhoops.so don't forget to cover ur body or u'll get eaten and bitten by mosquitoes.
i was having my cup of tea when i saw one of my classmates coming.i was used 2 nigthouts as he prefered the silence of the night for his coding and research work.he was another one who didnt know where the east direction was.i saw some going 4 a jog .some were running with bags on their shoulders to catch a bus and some more returning back 2 college.everyday ppl leave and return to college irrespective of a working day or a holiday.
the weather was brilliant and charming,so it added to the pleasure of having a nightout.every sip of tea giving u some energy.i njoyed it a lot. i finished with my eating stuff and started feeling sleepy now.

mind u ,don't get used to nightouts.they can be harmful to ur health.so just have them for fun and occasionally only.
those who haven't tried it out, have a nightout once and observe the beauty of an NITD morning.

CHATTING VS CONVERSATION

LAN wire gets welded 2 ur computer and there u r,connected with the whole world.within 14.1 inches of screen u can see whole universe and with few mouse clicks and hits on keyboard, u can command it.thats the power of internet.

b4 the operating system gets completely logged on, one needs to signing into orkut,ymsngr,gtalk,etc,etc nwdays.forget all other tasks 4 which most ppl lyk us buy a computer, studies of course. i beg ur pardon 4 mentioning studies but its the main excuse of buying a computer.the actual reason being net and entertainment.

social networking thats what ppl call it.it is very nice that u get in touch with ur distant friends or have not met u 4 long,what abt roommates xchanging scraps just to increase their number.the new competition, the number game of scraps , friends and fans with no end and no prize to compete 4.

i wonder whether these kind of stuffs serve the real purpose of friendship and relations.i feel that social networking only serves networking.the feeling of being social is gradually leaking out.

i remember ,few days back,there was no internet connection available for few days .the complete scenario of the hostel changed.all had gossip sessions sharing themselves with each other which they rather do on gtalk or yahoo messenger.some got tym for playing cricket and TT.some started reading novels,some started preparing and some even thought of leaving 4 home.they had become frustrated and spent each second waiting 4 internet as if they would have been waiting 4 their soulmate whom they hadn't met 4 yrs.after regular intervals they opened the google homepage and got shattered when they saw "page cannot be displayed".

the warmth and xcitement of any relation whether u r friends, colleagues, classmates,collegemates, is receding its way out which was supposed to be there b4 the extensive use of chatting started.emotions being replaced by smileys of different kinds.pings and buzzes in place of hellos and hiyas.i find ppl not knowing each other when they meet in reality although they r there in each others friend list.they will give cold stares at each other (as if they r strangers 2 each other )when they pass by though their chat windows r full with ":)" nd "hehe" "haha" types of words,not 2 forget ..LOL.
lots of laughs or laugh out loud ,whatever it is. i wonder how much of haemoglobin they would have increased if they had really laughed out loud so much.
the time which ppl used to hang out with friends is now spent in xchanging scraps.ppl prefer typing 2000 lines pressing innuberably on a silly keyboard to convey a thing which they would have said in 2 minutes if they had opted for a simple conversation.

i don't know what 2 write more abt this thing. i m becoming perplexed.got this thing suddenly in my brain's contemplative part, so just retched it out in this post.

what i feel abt a conversation is that:
The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing at the right place but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.
one can never have a real feeling of conversation by sending instant msgs.
No body is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.

PREFER CONVERSATIONS OVER CHAT

INTROSPECTION

i m writing on 3rg aug 2008, so first of all HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY .

i was not having a proper net access 4m last 2 days, so all my planning of sending wishes of friendship day (b4 any1 else could do it 2 me) went in vain to some extent.
0000hrs and my mobile beeped 4 an sms giving me a reminder of the day.

i found a note on friendship while i was surfing the net in the morning which impressed me a lot and made me think abt it ..


Anger is only one letter short of danger
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault;
If he betrays you twice, it is your fault.

Great minds discuss ideas;
Average minds discuss events;
Small minds discuss people.

He, who loses money, loses much;
He, who loses a friend, loses much more;
He, who loses faith, loses all.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
But beautiful old people are works of art.

Learn from the mistakes of others
You can't live long enough to make them all
yourself.

Friends, you and me...
You brought another friend...
And then there were 3...
We started our group...
Our circle of friends...
And like that circle...
There is no beginning or end...

Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery.
Today is a gift.
That is why it is called the present.

so much philosophy within a few lines..hats off!!!