Past-time

"Your past forms you, whether you like it or not. Each encounter,each experience has its own effects."
-dunno who said it

They say elephants never forget, neither do I. Okay, okay you can stop deriving the inference that I'm an elephant. I'm not. Actually I ve got a decent memory, but the funny characteristic of my hard drive is that it retains a lotta insignificant stuff and its these little things that I fail to forget.

And amongst these insignificant stuff are these nice little insiginificant stuff viz. faces of old friends n crushes and their phone numbers, some really old funny incident, a nice book that I'd read or a cheap limerick that I picked up in school.. There are those embarassing situations that you somehow get entangled into, which might include getting dressed as a village girl for a school dance jus because you were the shortest boy in your class.. and not for the fact that u looked pretty ... Then pensively, you recount those incidents when you felt that ur life didnt have direction/meaning and that u need to find a purpose to your life... This thought keeps popping up due to popular demand and it has recurred so many times that nowadays I jus by pass it..

You recall the times u felt you could never forgive God, like when He allows you to get beaten in a game of tennis by a kid half your age..(I'm not saying this particular incident happened to me) ...FYI, I'm a fairly good tennis player... Then there are those incidents that leave you basking in glory, like when u win the intra section quiz competition while studying in III "B"..

So, every now and then I like to rewind and re live such moments, and it never fails to bring a smile to my face... Jus reel backwards and shmmmiillle away ...

FEAR..

"The very thing that crushes, an otherwise hopeful heart, stunts ideas and dreams which might eventually have leapfrogged into reality,which slowly encroaches into every decision that we make......"

Somehow i feel that our formidable adversary (as most of us might have perceived it to be) shouldn't be reckoned or deemed as a foe per se... To me fear (hereupon called as 'F') in reasonable proportions is a necessity,it prevents us from being reckless ...F is something thats been instilled in us (like how a ringmaster does) or brewed through years of shortcomings that we might have experienced...Guess thats the reason why your parents are cautious and your granny even more so...

To the intrepid mountaineer who scaled Mt.Everest and more importantly got back safely :-) ,the concept of fear might seem laughable...Its not so much that the F factor has been suppressed in his system, rather its his innate ability to reason out his fears....

In the anniversary issue of Fortune which listed out advices given from great business gurus,I noticed confident faces with charming smiles, professing in them an air of composure...It seems as though F is non existent in them,but i bet that these people were constantly afraid,probably paranoid, that things might not fall into place...With due credit to their sharp intellect and tremendous business acumen,a greater fraction of their decisions must have relied on addressing their primal instinct- fear... Their trepidations must have helped them anticipate problems...

The way i see it, Fear is a time-tested animal instinct that prompts us of impending pitfalls, inhibits us from proceeding because of the damaging consequences that might befall us and makes us anxious in an uncertain situation...U might say that it does more harm than good,(in some cases),but it isnt all bad...I m just trying to look at the sunny side of things....

(Btw,throughout this post my notion on fear is akin to 'being fearful' and not something irrational like phobias...)

Fear,like so many other emotions viz. pain,love,happiness are pretty hard to comprehend, solely because they are not quantifiable, and even harder to express in words... This is my take on "fear"...

Lemme know what u think....C ya...

Donate Your Eyes

People… Colors... Birds… Trees ….Animals… Flowers…Beaches… Sun Rises… Sunsets… Art... Life as we know it…

Blindness… Just Imagine…THE NOTHINGNESS…

There are millions of blind people in this world... Millions... Why do many of them remain blind? One of the major contributing factors is that there are not enough donors… The number of blind people could be greatly reduced if the kin of deceased people act quickly in making arrangements for eye transplantations. Eye donation will help people with corneal blindness (Corneal blindness is a disorder that results from the cornea becoming clouded, making a person blind.)

After the death of an individual, one needs to contact the nearest eye bank. The eyes are then preserved till the transplantation procedure can take place… The transplantation procedure typically takes place within 4-6 hours from the time of death… Ideally, one donor gives eyesight to two people…





( BEFORE ) ( AFTER )

THINGS INHIBITING EYE DONATION:

1. Unawareness of such a corneal transplant
2. Religious Beliefs
3. The notion of mutilating the body after death
4. Not making it very clear to family that they intend to donate their eyes.
5. Not acting soon enough after a person dies.

WHAT CAN BE DONE?

1. Get in touch with the nearest eye bank.
2. Sign up a form which states that you wish to be a donor.
3. Express to family/people about your intentions (this might be awkward as you might
be quite young, nonetheless make it clear)
4. Create awareness among the uneducated
5. Spread the Message


If you are in Chennai you could contact,

Dr.Agarwal’s Eye Hospital, Chennai
Address: 19, Cathedral Road, Chennai - 600 086,
Tel: +91 44 2811 6233

Some online resources:
http://sdhawan.com/eyedonation.html

http://www.restoresight.org/general/faqs.htm

lemme know if you have any questions/ comments

The Search Ends Here-An Experiment in Progress

Vincent Van Gogh feels that Sania Mirza is a big boob, whereas Lance Armstrong feels that Kushboo's thoughts on premarital sex were quite gay.. Calvin has a huge crush on Anna Kournikova and Hobbes is set to join the FRIENDS gang next season... Not making any sense????

Ever heard of Stat Counter...? its a web tool that provides statistics on various aspects of ur web page...for instance ,the number of hits ur web page has got each day, how long ppl stayed at ur page et al... I was happy to see that there was quite a bit of traffic on my web page each day...
But my joy was to be shortlived, when I saw the search keywords ppl used to get to my blog.. Some keywords that topped the charts are...

Sania Mirza's boobs
Anna Kournikova 's( ****** ) images-- those stars are in place of many a graphic things ..
Pretty Indian girls pics

Apparently I ve used these phrases/words in some part o my web page and my blog turns up when ppl search for stuff....sniff...sniff...And I thought ppl came to my blog to read interesting stuff...

Coming to my experiment, with my goofy first para as bait, I wanna see what kinda search words people are using... :-)

TO PEE OR NOT TO PEE!!!

This post is kinda long,i know but u should have great fun reading it...
Prologue:

The reason i m writng this post is cos i was reminded of a particular incident that took place a year back....it plagued me so much so that i had a nightmare a few days back...

If there s one thing i ve been using regularly in my life it would be my medical insurance...i ve got my tonsils,addenoids(up in my nose), and a cyst or somethin removed from my shoulder...And the latest addition to this was getting my septum (its the bone in the nose) corrected...

Okie thats enough of medical history,i ll get on with it...

I got admitted in a luxury suite at this super hi tech Appolo hospital...Things were pretty good : a/c,big screen tv,phone,sexy view and a marble floored loo...i was wondering if i was at the right place...The nurses seemed pleasant,although they came every hour to stick a needle in my butt..
One of them offered to give me a sponge bath the next day as i might be incapacitated,naturally i said 'no thanks lady'....

Finally it was time for me to get operated,they rolled me to the operation theater in the typical cineama stretcher types...once there i was strapped on,and they gave me my general anesthesia..if u havent experienced anesthesia,man u should,its this totally rad feelin:for one things go blurred slowly,voices seem distant and u jus cant keep ur eyelids open....Aaaahhh i feel so nostalgic when i type this...

By now u must be thinkin where the hell's this guy goin....read on mes amis...

8:00 pm The operation went a-okay and i was back in my hi-tech room..when i got up i was feelin super stoned,damn groovy man...i felt totally numb,nothin seemed to hurt, i should say it was lookin pretty gud, until..... i got this sudden urge,an intense urge down under...
hell, i needed to pee badly...i started to get up when i realised that i had a helluva lot a things strapped on to me, so i pressed this hi-tech button near my bed which beckoned my hi-tech nurse....
As she entered,I was jus bout to explain my problem when i realised that it was the same woman who offered me the 'sponge bath',and i lamely asked for a glass of water; which btw she made me drink....

I thought that i could get thro the night,but with the extra glass of water,jus made my sweet life harder...i phoned them this time,an a guy responded ,probably the ward boy;i explained to him my predicament, and i should say he was pretty prompt...he entered the room, and jus when i thought he was gonna emancipate me,he threw in a googly...

The following is a excerpt from the conversation i had with the ward dude...

He came close to me and jutted this vase like thingy out and said "ithu ok va"( translated as is this ok ?)

Moi: (I was like Heelllooooooo,thats a vase man , i 'm serious guys it was literally a vase with a slightly big hole,no kiddin'!!!) i explained again that i needed to use the loo...

guy:'doctors said that u cant get up so u need to use the bed pan'-the vase finally had a name..

Left with very few alternatives i finally opted for it....(go ahead laugh ur heart out)... so he gives it to me and turns around,as though that makes it less awkward...so there i was lying in bed,trying to put my thingy into that thingy...I tried really hard to pee,probably the first time in my life i put my heart and soul into something....after bout a minute the guy turns around...

guy: 'over aaah'
moi:(pretty embarrassed) 'illa'

He turns around again and signals round 2...then i formulate this plan whereby psychologicallly speakin if i thought of water bodies it might help me ease my burden...i was thinkin more like Niagara,dams bursting out,fountains squirting water to great heights...and all this time the vase was tucked up under my aaarghhh...

i gave up,i jus couldnt do it...Failure has never cost me greater suffering...He leaves my room giving me the 'its okay,the important thing is that u tried hard' kinda look...He promised he ll call for a doc...

9 30 pm:I eagerly waited for my messiah...And then things jus seemed to get better....My messiah apparently was this med student sorta female!!, I was like 'God puhleaase,show some pity'... After some plesantries and some pretty irritating giggles from her on my narration of the incident,she gave me a slightly better alternative: stand beside the bed and pee!! and the worst thing was there needed to be someone in the room as i was still pretty tipsy...when i pleaded her to use the loo,she picked up the phone and consulted the doctor....

12 30 pm:By now,almost everyone including the watchman knew there was this kid in room somethin-0-somethin who jus refused to pee...slowly a few docs came,fumin,cos they had to come all the way for such an insignificant issue(yeah right)...they explained that since the operation was done in my nose,blood would errupt on the slightest attemt to get up...

After half hour of comtemplation they finally gave the thumbs up...Accompanied by the ward dude i slowly got to the loo... the following few minutes were truly outta this world... I was like 'Alleluiah...';when i flushed, i've to date never felt a greater sense of achievement,probably tantamount to Lance Armstrong winning the Tour De France...i got out and the the nurses&docs had a big grin on their faces...i got back to bed...

Job well done!!

LANCE ARMSTRONG & TOUR DE FRANCE

Lance Armstrong who??, Just in case you haven't heard about this guy. He rides a bicycle and is awfully good at it. Mid way through his career he is diagnosed with testicular cancer but manages to survive . He is a seven time winner of the Tour De France, which by far is the most gruelling endurance test on the planet( 3500 kms in 25 days on a bicycle)..pheww!! You must have thought that was a great achievement. But wait... All seven victories came post cancer!!
He later sets up the cancer foundation- Livestrong.

"Its not about the bike" by Lance Armstrong: Aptly titled, the book is not much about sports or biking, rather its about how a person's outlook on life changes after a dramatic incident, which in his case was his tryst with cancer.

Kismat....???

My mom often says that things happen for a reason and I think there’s some truth to it. I don’t believe that the entire course of our lives is pre destined by some all mighty force but there are happenings in one's life, where purpose might seem lost initially; years later you realize, that an inexplicable twist of fate has had a positive impact on ur life.

I was at this celebration dinner: the occasion, fiftieth wedding anniversary…yes u heard me rite fiftieth!... Actually it’s not the event that makes me mention it but a slide show of snaps of the couple; from the time they were born to their marriage to now… After seeing snaps that covered seventy long years of their lives, it seemed as though they were meant to be from the time they entered this world.... And that a seemingly random set of events shaped their futures to what it is now..

At the end of it all, I jus had one thing to say: “Everything happens for a reason!”

The dexterous hands of a magician pull the knotted twine in one swift motion….and voila! U get a taut string…no loops!!... that trick has never ceased to amaze me… Thanks to some knots in our very own lives we might, for all u know, be in better position years later…So if something hasn’t gone ur way…Don’t sweat…

I haven’t blogged in ages cos I ve been busy with my applying to grad studies… Lemme know what u thinks though…C ya..