tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74543092008-06-08T12:01:58.499+05:30Beyond The Veil Of the MistAbinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-86731797283774812572008-06-08T11:57:00.002+05:302008-06-08T12:01:58.527+05:30Conversations<span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: you once told me you write poetry when you're depressed...<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: yep</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: sorry to hear that</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: but i dont care about life anymore</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">nothing belongs<br />nothing remains<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: cycle of life my friend</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: not that i dont know abt it</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">but i dont care abt it anyway<br />ghehe</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: hmm</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: my wife asks me often why i just let go<br />i told her that i let go of myself once and i found it helped me<br />it changed me from the me i was to the me i always wanted to be and this is the me<br />disconnected, free of all desires<br />only for you i come into this world of desires<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: ahh i'm flattered</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: where i have a house a car other things</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: to be a vessel for you to be drowned in passion and desire<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: else if you ask me i dont have anything nor do i care<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: hmm</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: i should not have married ever<br />i have a good married life<br />but that is the me that i am not<br />its the me all want me to be<br />and its more of me what she wants me to be</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: then why stay and torture yourself</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">be the you you want to be</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: i cannot be me without her though<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: ahh there in lies the conflict then</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: for that is the only string that binds me to this world as human<br />i cannot leave for if i do i cannot answer my self<br />i cannot be what they want me to be for i am myself<br />i cannot be me nor myself so i cannot be alive<br />i cannnot die for i will hate to see tears in her eyes<br />pity<br />what a pity<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: pity? you willingly walk into a room or a world of cannot and you chose to suffer in silence<br />why pity... embrace it, revel in it, live it...<br />we're all prisoners anyway<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">Ritesh: its not a pity to me<br />i cannot live in a death of myself<br />nor can i revel in the life of my death<br />the dawn of my life is my attachement to her<br />and the sunset is me<br />all else is the noon where it scorches me<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">brb </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">risa: i gotta go<br />i'll talk to you soon<br />goodnight sweet prince</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-66286978281431104762008-05-31T04:18:00.001+05:302008-05-31T04:21:25.845+05:30a chat with abhishek8:12:37 AM abhishek das: how u doin boy?<br />8:13:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: writing stuff beyond the grave<br />8:13:20 AM abhishek das: good<br />2:43:45 AM abhishek das: the dirt or the afterlife?<br />2:43:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />2:43:58 AM Left to My Own Devices: the afterlife of dirt<br />2:44:07 AM abhishek das: hmm<br />2:44:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: or even the afterlife of dust<br />Changed status to Online (2:44:15 AM)<br />2:44:25 AM abhishek das: Another one bites the dust<br />2:44:26 AM abhishek das: lol<br />2:44:33 AM abhishek das: what a bloody coincidence!<br />2:44:39 AM abhishek das: me listening to Queen<br />2:44:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: hmm<br />2:44:49 AM Left to My Own Devices: well<br />2:44:59 AM abhishek das: our wedding date is 12.12.08<br />2:45:16 AM abhishek das: hope ur comin'<br />2:45:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: u on msn?<br />2:45:42 AM Left to My Own Devices: or yahoo?<br />2:45:44 AM abhishek das: naah<br />2:45:51 AM abhishek das: don't use that nowadays<br />2:45:55 AM abhishek das: like gtalk<br />2:46:19 AM abhishek das: don't like to stay in touch with others on yahoo msngr<br />2:46:55 AM Left to My Own Devices: wait<br />2:47:00 AM abhishek das: k<br />2:47:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: am sending u one of my latest ones<br />2:47:05 AM Left to My Own Devices: its a little crooked<br />2:47:09 AM abhishek das: okies<br />2:47:18 AM abhishek das: green signal from my side<br />2:47:37 AM abhishek das: oh that link didn't open the last time<br />2:47:50 AM abhishek das: now it does<br />2:48:04 AM Left to My Own Devices: which one?<br />2:48:09 AM abhishek das: i despise reading blogs<br />2:48:16 AM abhishek das: especially poems<br />2:48:23 AM abhishek das: rather listen to one<br />2:48:23 AM Left to My Own Devices: good for u<br />2:48:44 AM abhishek das: my eye-sight has deteriorated<br />2:48:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: anyways the one i sent to u is one i wrote for a girl<br />2:48:53 AM abhishek das: hence, i avoid readin stuff online<br />2:49:05 AM Left to My Own Devices: and its about the explosion between her and me and my wife<br />2:49:14 AM abhishek das: goin thru<br />2:49:16 AM abhishek das: wait<br />2:49:17 AM Left to My Own Devices: about a diff plane of thought<br />2:49:28 AM abhishek das: ur talkin like a child i knew once<br />2:49:37 AM abhishek das: and i feel good suddenly<br />2:50:45 AM abhishek das: the untamed and unchanged wild boy<br />2:51:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: as a matter of fact nothing changes<br />2:51:06 AM Left to My Own Devices: all that changes is perception<br />2:51:18 AM abhishek das: change is variable in perspective<br />2:51:27 AM Left to My Own Devices: vice versa<br />2:51:30 AM abhishek das: u just read my mind on that one<br />2:52:03 AM abhishek das: Time is something i'm studyin since the last 8 yrs<br />2:52:43 AM abhishek das: it's not altered my consciousness at all et al<br />2:53:54 AM abhishek das: i think the verse is apt<br />2:54:07 AM Left to My Own Devices: or maybe the vice<br />2:54:50 AM abhishek das: i forget the name but remember it was either P or S to begin with<br />2:55:03 AM abhishek das: shall we play some chess?<br />2:55:13 AM Left to My Own Devices: no chess 4 me<br />2:55:17 AM Left to My Own Devices: i hate it<br />2:55:31 AM abhishek das: i think i didn't know that<br />2:55:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: u didnt<br />2:56:15 AM abhishek das: i thought right<br />2:56:21 AM abhishek das: how's ur wifey?<br />2:56:37 AM Left to My Own Devices: she is fine i hope<br />2:56:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: atleast mentally<br />2:57:06 AM Left to My Own Devices: lot of stuff happening<br />2:57:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: since yesterday<br />2:57:22 AM abhishek das: like<br />2:57:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: so i can only hope<br />2:57:31 AM Left to My Own Devices: well did u read the poem<br />2:57:41 AM abhishek das: flights or fights or plateaus or plains?<br />2:57:47 AM abhishek das: ye<br />2:57:51 AM abhishek das: master<br />2:58:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: read one more<br />2:58:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: Thursday, May 29, 2008<br />Its been a while she said.<br /><br />On the shores of lone I shall seek<br />One that I have not seen,<br />On one hand I hold my life; on the other I seek you<br />I have no reasons for these,<br />I think so often and now<br /><br />But I know somewhere deep<br />I don’t know who you are, nor do I want to<br />It’s just the chance meeting I crave<br /><br />I can see pink mist<br />And bluish white diamonds and those streaks of pale gentle greens streaks<br />And the golden yellow sun light<br />And the anklet's chimes<br /><br />And someone who is cast in snow and ice.. a slight drizzle<br /><br />One of those beautiful unclothed untouched sculptures in a pose artistic<br />That seems to say a lot more with their eyes<br />Which are closed<br />Shy<br /><br />Have u ever felt that pain between your eyes<br />when you have not slept<br /><br />Or a long time and u don’t want<br />to sleep<br />where the heart is sinking<br /><br />and melting into your own blood bleeding into a clear stream the circles you<br />and it seems to just show me figurines like the snow maiden I described<br /><br />and I have woken up after a thousand years<br />and I see the world spinning around and it shows you inside it<br />you remember that toy we used to see in the early times<br />a globe u push it and it has a maiden inside which shows<br />when its spinning it opens up like a lotus<br /><br />I should not say this but I wish you were the blood that circulated in my eyes<br />but that is me as me<br /><br />and those pictures don’t describe u<br />I guess nothing can<br />except a sound<br />2:58:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: ===its actually a chat session that i pasted into poetry<br />2:59:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: and i gave the entire chat session to my wife to read<br />3:00:36 AM abhishek das: hmm<br />3:00:58 AM abhishek das: so refresh my mentallurgic mind<br />3:01:06 AM abhishek das: is that P or S to begin with?<br />3:01:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: none<br />3:01:25 AM Left to My Own Devices: i mean neiter<br />3:01:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: never had a p<br />3:01:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: had many S'<br />3:02:58 AM abhishek das: Shalini<br />3:03:09 AM abhishek das: isn't that her name?<br />3:03:59 AM abhishek das: nevamind<br />3:04:13 AM Left to My Own Devices: na<br />3:04:23 AM abhishek das: so how's work?<br />3:04:29 AM Left to My Own Devices: fine<br />3:04:38 AM abhishek das: when do you plan to quit &amp; do what u'v wanted to do?<br />3:04:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: am already doing it<br />3:05:49 AM Left to My Own Devices: wanted to be an escalation engineer<br />3:05:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: am that<br />3:05:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: wanted to be a trainer<br />3:06:02 AM Left to My Own Devices: have been that<br />3:06:07 AM Left to My Own Devices: wanted to write poetry<br />3:06:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: done that<br />3:06:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: so ive been there done that<br />3:06:27 AM abhishek das: how bout counselling<br />3:06:37 AM Left to My Own Devices: i hate advice and giving it<br />3:07:23 AM abhishek das: meet me soon<br />3:07:42 AM abhishek das: if ur free on Sat or Sunday<br />3:08:00 AM abhishek das: come over for a day/night, it'll be fun<br />3:09:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: dekhta hoon<br />3:09:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: yaar woh blp is so far away man<br />3:09:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: and u dont drink beer either<br />3:09:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: so<br />3:10:04 AM abhishek das: that's somethin' i don't do<br />3:10:20 AM abhishek das: i don't need to drink beer to get a high<br />3:10:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: its not abt high<br />3:10:37 AM Left to My Own Devices: i kinda like beer<br />3:10:40 AM abhishek das: blp is an hour in train<br />3:10:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: i like vodka for ahigh<br />3:11:01 AM abhishek das: i quit all that stuff a long time ago<br />3:11:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: but i dont need that since yesterday<br />3:11:06 AM abhishek das: even smokin' is out<br />3:11:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: i have just bounced above it<br />3:11:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: so high that i am now dead in the grey and all that sparks is the red that enriches the dead grey in my head<br />3:12:05 AM abhishek das: true<br />3:12:14 AM abhishek das: don't u see blue yet?<br />3:12:20 AM abhishek das: or white streaks?<br />3:12:33 AM abhishek das: or golden rings and towers?<br />3:12:45 AM abhishek das: i ain't talkin' about halucinations<br />3:12:53 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />3:12:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: i dont see anything<br />3:13:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: in fact i dont even see darkness when i close my eyes anymore<br />3:13:28 AM Left to My Own Devices: its bright as in blank but lit<br />3:13:38 AM abhishek das: i know what ur talkin' abt<br />3:14:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: i hope<br />3:14:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: but its a little different<br />3:14:37 AM Left to My Own Devices: think about it like this<br />3:14:45 AM abhishek das: of course it's going to be diff<br />3:14:54 AM abhishek das: u mean imagine<br />3:14:57 AM Left to My Own Devices: who is the greatest person in the world alive or dead that you want to meet atleast once<br />3:15:35 AM abhishek das: nobody<br />3:15:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: well that is good for u<br />3:15:55 AM abhishek das: maybe i think my deceased great grandfather<br />3:16:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: what if you meed yourself in the mirror one fine day<br />3:16:17 AM abhishek das: b4 my dad turned two, he died<br />3:16:29 AM abhishek das: meet?<br />3:16:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />3:16:33 AM abhishek das: or need?<br />3:16:38 AM Left to My Own Devices: meet<br />3:17:04 AM abhishek das: very difficult task, remember the last discussion we had at ur place<br />3:17:39 AM abhishek das: i still do not know who's typing what I'm typing here<br />3:17:59 AM abhishek das: very difficult and messy to stand in front of the mirror and identify me<br />3:18:44 AM Left to My Own Devices: not that dude<br />3:18:48 AM abhishek das: 'tis still the same blankness<br />3:18:49 AM Left to My Own Devices: think abt this<br />3:19:07 AM abhishek das: ...<br />3:19:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: one day what you are shit scared of viz in general cases the self hope or pops up in front of you and tells you hey i am here dude<br />3:19:56 AM Left to My Own Devices: and you have already give yourself into soemthing so different that its life for you<br />3:20:20 AM Left to My Own Devices: now between the real life and you and the self<br />3:20:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: what do u do?<br />3:20:57 AM Left to My Own Devices: orta like what does a person see ina coma<br />3:20<br />he does not register it<br />3:20:59 AM abhishek das: i think i know what ur trying to convey<br />3:21:28 AM abhishek das: reverie<br />3:22:16 AM abhishek das: it's a dreamy world. actual reality is a myth<br />3:22:31 AM Left to My Own Devices:<br />where your truths collide<br /><br />about your truth in one plane of thought<br /><br />and the truth you know is tru<br />3:22:36 AM abhishek das: true<br />3:22:39 AM abhishek das: ye<br />3:22:39 AM Left to My Own Devices: both are mutually exclusive but you know them<br /><br /><br />3:22:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />3:22:46 AM abhishek das: ye<br />3:22:53 AM Left to My Own Devices: the world u see is there<br />3:22:58 AM Left to My Own Devices: tight in front of you<br />3:23:07 AM Left to My Own Devices: and you know that is how it should and would be<br />3:23:29 AM Left to My Own Devices: the but in it<br />3:23:33 AM abhishek das: it remains no different<br />3:23:38 AM Left to My Own Devices: when u stop and say<br />3:23:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: ok this is my truth and this is my truth too<br />3:24:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: so now you are between two truths both which are not contradictory<br />3:24:19 AM abhishek das: cite an instance<br />3:24:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: i am between one truth<br />3:24:34 AM Left to My Own Devices: my wife<br />3:24:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: and one who i know<br />3:24:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: but have never met<br />3:24:51 AM abhishek das: thought so, but didn't want to comment directly<br />3:24:58 AM Left to My Own Devices: but its not love<br />3:25:27 AM Left to My Own Devices: its liek u meet joe sat one fine day and u see that you are joe<br />3:25:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: suddenly he comes up an jumps into you and u are joe<br />3:25:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: i mean like that<br />3:25:49 AM abhishek das: okay<br />3:26:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: u still have your truth that you are u<br />3:26:17 AM Left to My Own Devices: but this is also true that you are joe sat as well now<br />3:26:17 AM abhishek das: i think u'v awakened the mind's eye<br />3:28:03 AM abhishek das: imagine an atom of a thought travelling thru ur grey matter and then do an OBE<br />3:28:09 AM abhishek das: tell me what you see<br />3:28:24 AM abhishek das: whr do you see it from? which angle?<br />3:29:10 AM abhishek das: and also, tell me the conclusion of your reality<br />3:29:13 AM abhishek das: the truth<br />3:29:20 AM Left to My Own Devices: contrafactum<br />3:29:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: that describes it correctly<br />3:31:15 AM abhishek das: agreed<br />3:32:02 AM abhishek das: may i ask a sincere question?<br />3:32:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />3:32:26 AM abhishek das: how did you meet your wife? under which circumstances?<br />3:32:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: i always knew her<br />3:32:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: so i called her up and asked her to marry me<br />3:32:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: simple<br />3:33:09 AM abhishek das: was it spontaneous?<br />3:33:25 AM Left to My Own Devices: i knew she was the right one when i called her<br />3:33:39 AM Left to My Own Devices: at 3 am n the morning i sent her an sms actually<br />3:33:48 AM Left to My Own Devices: and in 5 minutes she replied back<br />3:34:09 AM abhishek das: okay<br />3:34:23 AM abhishek das: and now, this mystery lady<br />3:34:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: oh she is a poet<br />3:35:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: one who makes me stop writing when i read her stuff<br />3:35:27 AM Left to My Own Devices: but makes my head explode without any thing<br />3:35:39 AM abhishek das: so u r playin' a role which u'v chosen or the schizophrenic in you has related to<br />3:35:39 AM Left to My Own Devices: complex<br />3:35:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: nope<br />3:35:54 AM abhishek das: we make things complicated<br />3:35:55 AM Left to My Own Devices: in my conscious self<br />3:35:59 AM abhishek das: but it's really very simple<br />3:36:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: it is not complicated<br />3:36:23 AM Left to My Own Devices: its just a plane that seems like it<br />3:36:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: it is actually simple ut far too simple for humans to understand<br />3:37:00 AM abhishek das: now thr's a simple resolve for this<br />3:37:09 AM abhishek das: true<br />3:37:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />3:37:22 AM Left to My Own Devices: there is no problem<br />3:37:33 AM abhishek das: although, if you'd only meet up with her once...<br />3:37:37 AM Left to My Own Devices: sp there is no resolve<br />3:37:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: maybe if i met frost as well once<br />3:38:06 AM abhishek das: ok<br />3:38:08 AM abhishek das: lol<br />3:38:11 AM Left to My Own Devices: i may still be mystified<br />3:38:36 AM abhishek das: so does ur wife know about this yet?<br />3:38:42 AM Left to My Own Devices: but robert frost is dead<br />3:38:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />3:38:47 AM abhishek das: i'm guessing she does<br />3:39:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: she has the chat transcript<br />3:39:00 AM abhishek das: a person is dead, not his work<br />3:39:02 AM abhishek das: works<br />3:39:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />3:39:22 AM Left to My Own Devices: but her work lives<br />3:39:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: and it stays on its like a mithochondria<br />3:40:04 AM Left to My Own Devices: its the energy that is there<br />3:40:29 AM abhishek das: 'tis seldom difficult to channelise that energy<br />3:40:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: she looks like a girl i dont want to even take a second look at if i have even one option<br />3:40:35 AM abhishek das: and that's why it has remained<br />3:40:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: but she is there<br />3:40:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: omnipresent in my head<br />3:41:15 AM abhishek das: ahh, but looks never count for what a person is dressed up with<br />3:41:22 AM Left to My Own Devices: she just knocked opened the door to my mind and sat in there<br />3:41:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: she said can i sit in the heart i said i cannot cos i dont love you<br />3:41:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: but you can be me<br />3:42:05 AM abhishek das: it's just a facade. i think u'v allowed an iota of her existence to nest into ur mind<br />3:42:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: nope<br />3:42:23 AM Left to My Own Devices: i have not let her nest<br />3:42:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: i let her become the mind<br />3:42:37 AM abhishek das: do you know something?<br />3:42:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: its the overkill<br />3:42:53 AM Left to My Own Devices: the overkill that burns brightest<br />3:43:05 AM abhishek das: i'm facing quite a similar situation myself<br />3:43:14 AM Left to My Own Devices: and u must be happy<br />3:43:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: cos i am<br />3:43:20 AM abhishek das: not quite<br />3:43:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: its like a devotee who becomes one with god<br />3:43:44 AM abhishek das: i want not to indulge<br />3:43:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: but know his world has things that are his<br />3:43:51 AM abhishek das: by choice<br />3:43:53 AM Left to My Own Devices: i need not indulge<br />3:43:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: i am the indulge in this<br />3:44:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: its like instead of me floating the river<br />3:44:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: i am the river itself<br />3:44:30 AM abhishek das: then perhaps it seems like she's manipulated you<br />3:44:52 AM abhishek das: in other terms, she wants to know about you<br />3:44:53 AM Left to My Own Devices: wow now that is what i call imprinting the mind<br />3:45:10 AM abhishek das: hmm<br />3:45:42 AM Left to My Own Devices: as if a layer of paint of a different colour is put on another one<br />3:45:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: and it will fully agrees<br />3:46:18 AM abhishek das: which won't last long<br />3:46:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: though it also prevents rust which is its first order priority<br />3:46:29 AM abhishek das: unless you've scraped the existing one<br />3:46:38 AM Left to My Own Devices: if the paint fades so does the under paint<br />3:46:40 AM abhishek das: won't withstand<br />3:46:48 AM abhishek das: yes<br />3:47:03 AM Left to My Own Devices: which means it fades away along with the fading<br />3:47:04 AM abhishek das: that's true and that will hamper ur existing relationship<br />3:47:28 AM Left to My Own Devices: no cos that will mean that i am gone with what ever i have<br />3:47:38 AM abhishek das: and it will discolor the existing coat<br />3:47:44 AM abhishek das: nope<br />3:48:04 AM abhishek das: ur giving a thought only to your truth, not to your wife and you<br />3:48:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: cos the paint has to be chiseled of in this but if it does the surface beneath it goes<br />3:48:28 AM abhishek das: ur that surface<br />3:48:29 AM Left to My Own Devices: its more like u put a new metal in an exisitng alloy<br />3:48:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: no i am the first paint layer<br />3:48:44 AM abhishek das: metal is also allergic<br />3:48:55 AM abhishek das: silly, ur the wall<br />3:49:11 AM abhishek das: and these coats are the lives of others<br />3:49:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: u make gun metal i thnk when u mix zinc with brass<br />3:49:22 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />3:49:27 AM Left to My Own Devices: the wall is my wife<br />3:49:38 AM Left to My Own Devices: the first paint is me<br />3:49:41 AM abhishek das: are u thinking in terms of a barrier?<br />3:49:44 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />3:49:49 AM abhishek das: ok<br />3:49:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: when ther is no problem<br />3:49:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: there is no contingency<br />3:50:02 AM Left to My Own Devices: plan<br />3:50:03 AM abhishek das: how does she feel?<br />3:50:11 AM Left to My Own Devices: she understands this stuff<br />3:50:22 AM Left to My Own Devices: obviousl the reason i married<br />3:50:32 AM abhishek das: not the answer i seek<br />3:50:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: i told her the truth<br />3:50:37 AM abhishek das: how does she feel?<br />3:50:42 AM abhishek das: the truth?<br />3:51:20 AM abhishek das: i think i'm losin my eyesight<br />3:51:27 AM abhishek das: can't read off the screen<br />3:51:32 AM abhishek das: it's blurred<br />3:51:44 AM Left to My Own Devices: she knows that there is a me in me which is disconnected<br />3:51:48 AM Left to My Own Devices: hmm<br />3:51:59 AM abhishek das: ok<br />3:52:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: u should eat a lot of carrots and vitamin a stuff man<br />3:52:11 AM abhishek das: i eat fish<br />3:52:12 AM Left to My Own Devices: that disconnected me connects to her and her<br />3:52:27 AM abhishek das: from my fish pond on my pa's farm<br />3:52:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: hmm<br />3:52:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: i hate fresh water fish<br />3:52:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: i love the marine<br />3:52:59 AM abhishek das: hey, i think i know someone who's in the same spot<br />3:53:12 AM abhishek das: exactly the same thing<br />3:53:20 AM Left to My Own Devices: its like arjuna who saw the form of vishnu<br />3:53:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: did he lose his senses<br />3:53:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: he did<br />3:53:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: but did he run awau<br />3:53:46 AM abhishek das: I'll need to introspect and find out<br />3:53:48 AM Left to My Own Devices: awa<br />3:53:58 AM Left to My Own Devices: run away ..<br />3:54:29 AM Left to My Own Devices: told u its actually simple too simple to grasp<br />3:54:31 AM abhishek das: couldn't run away, tried to several times, but didn't reach far, she was extremely stubborn too<br />3:54:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: oh am not asking u to run awa<br />3:55:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: i was referring to arjuna<br />3:55:03 AM Left to My Own Devices: too many typos<br />3:55:03 AM abhishek das: i didn't mean in the literal sense<br />3:55:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: hold that point<br />3:55:23 AM Left to My Own Devices: now answer this<br />3:55:39 AM Left to My Own Devices: who is it that knows what u are doing<br />3:55:43 AM abhishek das: am talkin abt the disconnected detached Self<br />3:55:48 AM abhishek das: I<br />3:55:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: conscience<br />3:55:57 AM Left to My Own Devices: right!<br />3:56:13 AM abhishek das: no, paraconscious in me<br />3:56:31 AM Left to My Own Devices: what ever now what is conscience<br />3:56:33 AM abhishek das: i've identified conscience and kept it aside<br />3:56:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: did u keep it aside consciously?<br />3:57:20 AM Left to My Own Devices: conscience is not a feeling man as ppl say<br />3:57:22 AM abhishek das: i have control over it<br />3:57:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: it is u knowing<br />3:58:00 AM abhishek das: i'm referring to awareness<br />3:58:01 AM Left to My Own Devices: dont mix it wth that guilt or hapy feeling<br />3:58:02 AM abhishek das: too<br />3:58:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: aare now tell me<br />3:58:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: if u see red colour<br />3:58:18 AM Left to My Own Devices: do u know its red<br />3:58:24 AM abhishek das: hold on<br />3:58:45 AM abhishek das: conscience is not what i think of as moral<br />3:59:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: its not even feeling<br />3:59:05 AM Left to My Own Devices: and not even aware<br />3:59:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: awareness<br />3:59:14 AM abhishek das: it's ingrained into character<br />3:59:18 AM Left to My Own Devices: its knowing<br />3:59:26 AM Left to My Own Devices: aare its not a quality or anythign<br />3:59:27 AM abhishek das: knowledge is awareness<br />3:59:33 AM abhishek das: i know<br />3:59:48 AM abhishek das: so tell me abt the color red<br />4:00:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: do u see red when u see red?<br />4:00:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: or even see what ever u see<br />4:00:35 AM abhishek das: perception of the color red in my vision is impaired and appears black<br />4:00:36 AM Left to My Own Devices: the registration is conscience<br />4:00:43 AM abhishek das: agreed<br />4:00:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: now<br />4:00:59 AM Left to My Own Devices: if u find that its changed to another one's<br />4:01:01 AM abhishek das: but i'm sayin' that it's the awareness or knowledge of that registration<br />4:01:03 AM Left to My Own Devices: what can happen<br />4:01:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: aare i told u that u are right in almost 100 % of it<br />4:01:42 AM Left to My Own Devices: but i dont accept what almost 100% of ppl say abt it<br />4:01:43 AM abhishek das: one's?<br />4:02:07 AM Left to My Own Devices: ok<br />4:02:25 AM Left to My Own Devices: say himani's conscience wakes up and overrites urs<br />4:02:31 AM Left to My Own Devices: now u are her<br />4:02:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: what do u do now?<br />4:02:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: think think'<br />4:03:14 AM Left to My Own Devices: u would not exist at that time ! but u would<br />4:03:36 AM Left to My Own Devices: got it?<br />4:03:55 AM abhishek das: yes<br />4:04:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: that is what i am saying<br />4:04:21 AM Left to My Own Devices: now think abt it as my way<br />4:04:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: so is it love when that over rite happens?<br />4:05:04 AM abhishek das: in the simple essence of it, the answer is yes<br />4:05:12 AM Left to My Own Devices: u dont have to answer diplomatically<br />4:05:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: ok<br />4:05:23 AM Left to My Own Devices: now say that its happened<br />4:05:33 AM Left to My Own Devices: and another conscience over rites that one<br />4:05:47 AM abhishek das: .... ok<br />4:05:51 AM Left to My Own Devices: all three exist<br />4:06:07 AM abhishek das: in cohesion<br />4:06:10 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />4:06:16 AM abhishek das: or one being at a time?<br />4:06:17 AM Left to My Own Devices: merged actually<br />4:06:20 AM abhishek das: ok<br />4:06:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: one being in time<br />4:06:33 AM abhishek das: then that's a fourth entity<br />4:06:40 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />4:06:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: only when an ordinary mind sees it<br />4:06:55 AM abhishek das: someone ur trying to locate and identify into ur consciousness<br />4:07:11 AM Left to My Own Devices: no<br />4:07:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: see<br />4:07:19 AM abhishek das: ok<br />4:07:38 AM Left to My Own Devices: all merged<br />4:07:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: its one now<br />4:07:49 AM Left to My Own Devices: it has the three characterstics<br />4:07:56 AM abhishek das: okay<br />4:08:03 AM Left to My Own Devices: in a compound the qualities are the resulting<br />4:08:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: but in a mixture each has its quality<br />4:08:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: its hard to explain in words<br />4:08:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: its like a chime<br />4:09:06 AM Left to My Own Devices: the sound of it on a lonely day<br />4:09:10 AM abhishek das: i think i know what u meant since the beginning<br />4:09:26 AM abhishek das: that's why i asked you for the conclusion in your mind<br />4:09:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: with the mountains<br />4:09:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: see i told u its simple<br />4:09:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: its there<br />4:10:05 AM Left to My Own Devices: its true and its me<br />4:10:22 AM abhishek das: i'd like to learn abt Ms. X .... u'v got me curious<br />4:10:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: some day<br />4:10:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: some day<br />4:10:54 AM Left to My Own Devices: she is in cal as of now<br />4:11:03 AM abhishek das: k<br />4:11:16 AM Left to My Own Devices: once she come to del she will have her phone the i maybe i will conference u<br />4:11:37 AM abhishek das: sure<br />4:11:42 AM Left to My Own Devices: calcutta mein i dont have her landline<br />4:11:48 AM Left to My Own Devices: delhi ka cell number hai<br />4:11:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: so lets see<br />4:12:03 AM Left to My Own Devices: 2 more months before she comes<br />4:12:15 AM abhishek das: okay, i'm off to bed now... gotta meet Himani in the mornin'<br />4:12:21 AM Left to My Own Devices: oh<br />4:12:25 AM Left to My Own Devices: dont be late<br />4:12:26 AM Left to My Own Devices: hehe<br />4:12:28 AM abhishek das: good talk<br />4:12:31 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />4:12:36 AM abhishek das: i'll be asleep<br />4:12:39 AM abhishek das: that's my curse<br />4:12:40 AM Left to My Own Devices: good night<br />4:12:47 AM abhishek das: being late is no issue after that<br />4:13:06 AM abhishek das: 4:12 in the morn is not good night silly<br />4:13:24 AM abhishek das: i'll let my dumputer do the downloading work while i rest<br />4:13:24 AM Left to My Own Devices: well somewhre in the time zones it is<br />4:13:31 AM Left to My Own Devices: perspective<br />4:13:33 AM abhishek das: lol<br />4:13:43 AM Left to My Own Devices: goodie night<br />4:13:54 AM abhishek das: likewise<br />4:14:02 AM abhishek das: cya sometime<br />4:14:05 AM Left to My Own Devices: ya<br />4:14:09 AM abhishek das: before death conquers<br />4:14:14 AM Left to My Own Devices: yeh poora blog pe jayega<br />4:14:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: heheh<br />4:14:19 AM Left to My Own Devices: this chat<br />4:14:26 AM Left to My Own Devices: hope u are ok withit<br />4:14:27 AM abhishek das: i'm flattered<br />4:14:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: naah<br />4:14:32 AM abhishek das: lol<br />4:14:35 AM Left to My Own Devices: nothin spcl abt u<br />4:14:40 AM Left to My Own Devices: its abt me<br />4:14:41 AM Left to My Own Devices: hjehe<br />4:14:41 AM abhishek das: hehe<br />4:14:45 AM abhishek das: of course<br />4:14:46 AM Left to My Own Devices: >:)<br />4:15:00 AM Left to My Own Devices: > : - )<br />4:15:03 AM abhishek das: i'm glad to be ur psychoanalyst<br />4:15:07 AM abhishek das: ' )<br />4:15:09 AM abhishek das: cya<br />4:15:09 AM Left to My Own Devices: ehhe<br />4:15:12 AM Left to My Own Devices: how u wish<br />4:15:15 AM Left to My Own Devices: by<br />4:15:20 AM abhishek das: wish granted....<br />4:15:30 AM abhishek das: be good to the former<br />4:15:32 AM Left to My Own Devices: if t make su happy little boy<br />4:15:50 AM Left to My Own Devices: now sleep<br />4:15:50 AM abhishek das: i'm still the untamed, unchanged boy<br />4:15:57 AM Left to My Own Devices: hehe ya<br />4:16:02 AM abhishek das: i'll need to first hook up the moshadi<br />4:16:10 AM abhishek das: i mean the mosquito net<br />4:16:30 AM Left to My Own Devices: u still have to clear up a little luggage i am carrying<br />4:16:39 AM Left to My Own Devices: but i will give u time when we meet<br />4:16:45 AM Left to My Own Devices: dont worry<br />4:16:47 AM Left to My Own Devices: sleep now<br />4:16:52 AM Left to My Own Devices: cya<br />4:16:59 AM abhishek das: sure<br />4:17:18 AM abhishek das: Atlas at ur service.Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-3126514789557080412008-05-13T21:36:00.003+05:302008-05-13T21:42:46.179+05:30deactive SyncA fiend of mine.. oops friend of mine (ya he should get his house mined) has a blue berry porn oops phone. Now you may ask 'Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dood</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wassa</span> blue berry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fone</span>' like a jack ass, or maybe i you are jack with your ass. I have to say its a classic handset has a static background and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">doesnt</span> get any mail. Oblivious.. oops Obvious. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmm</span> now if you consider all the considerations we can conclude that such is the abomination of the damned, now is it not agreeable ,, oops Arguable, maybe amicable? What the <a href="mailto:!#!!%#@@2">!#!!%#@@2</a> am i saying. Nothing I am sick of this world and its miserable beings maybe i am in a state of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dementia</span>... rightly quoted as"<br />Which is which and Who is who, god only knows its not what people choose to do.. Floyd said it best I have to agree.Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-15832021723881313992008-04-12T12:27:00.001+05:302008-04-12T12:28:54.026+05:30Things:<br /><br />Often we wonder what makes us 'us', what makes me unique, what makes him different. Lots of things that just are thought about. The thought process that we use in such a way can be used to actually make this world a better place if we keep it to ourselves. How you would want to disagree, that thought that discussions tend to give rise to exchange of ideas, or helping people better themselves. Let me ask you has it ever made you change for the better? we don't, no one does either. <br /><br />My wife said: "she was never like that , maybe she was spoilt because of the people she was surrounded day in and day our with." "No" I said, "people have the bad personalities in them, awaiting to escape and take over or be projected with prominence. Its like a flame that is enraged with a gentle blow. The air is not hot, nor is the fuel, not the space, its the fire itself." I am glad she saw logic in that, else I would have had to give up on her understanding the strangeness that I am.<br /><br />I would quote:<br />Often shall I look upon thee for thine understanding<br />Not as a guide but as a sign of being amongst wise<br />For you shall never learn from me, nor shall I from ye<br />The world teaches us, surrounds, infuses.<br /><br />I often look at a lot of women and think, why do they have to ask and argue over and over, once I decided to sit down and think how they work, I concluded something interesting.They work just like men.<br /><br />* They think they are different and righteous. (just like men)<br />* They think they know everything, some of them do a lot more about the others hahhahah (but men know less, even about themselves)<br />* They will never want to listen to men , reason: above two.<br />* They have a wonderful concept called MCP (Male Chauvanistic Pigs) in their mind where a man and a woman are equal, but they still want to say ladies first, different line for ladies, how will a lady do that, how will a lady carry that, etc.<br />* They think they have sex appeal by themselves, even if you look at them by sheer accident they start giving you those annoyed looks as if you took off with her belongings.<br /><br />Bah! Things. I guess Life sucks because of all the Gravity, am happy am free falling ...Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-4003302807745288652008-01-07T17:40:00.000+05:302008-01-07T17:44:49.514+05:30Impressions of a lost kindIndeed sometimes what i write here is purely not sensible at first read, you have to read it over if at all to make sense. I do not know what i write often as it just flows out of my fingers and comes out to the blog. I spent a few months in a self imposed exile to return often to try and write I couldn't. Its an assasination of my writer self. I miss it. somewhere where the winds .. ya ya what ever..Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-50534729385977645382008-01-04T11:59:00.001+05:302008-01-04T12:00:12.496+05:30Some things are made for a purpose.I wish to stand there, watch the clouds, feel the rain as it pours on me, washing my fears, tears, sorrows, joys, meanings, meaninglessness, longings, lost things those stone cold stares, those beautiful eyes I am bound to like a ball and chain on the ankle of my soul, hear the droplets play on my eye lashes, feel the splash of each on my eye balls, feel the water trickle down my neck , down my back, as if consuming my very essence of sentiments and emotion, making me less human, more rock, or the grain of sand washed with each wave, the one that is carried from coast to coast in millions of years only to be blown onto the land by the winds, or maybe to be in the desert when the sea dries up, that will some night glitter in the moon light like glass, maybe melt into glass, who knows what shall become of it; this very unpredictability of the future makes me crave to reach out to such extremities of complexities that can someday shear the sanity that I try so hard to hold on to, the thought of such isolation, away from the proximities of the feeling of me wanting to hold her in my arms, or was it someone else, or thoughts of such adultery that confuse me, an ounce of lust riding on the pillion of every beautiful thought I have, making it a dark place, my mind, making it bleed of evil, such sacrilege that it corrodes my very existence making me want to lose myself in the deepest unfathomable ocean depths with my limbs tied and my , where my voice shall never escape to the living world, for I hate the pretence of existence I put up each day, I await to break out of this shell, to exit stage of this mockery bound theatre called life.Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-89141433706410113242007-08-14T03:58:00.001+05:302007-08-14T03:58:00.570+05:30Longings......<p>The overcast has spun its spell, and the shadows have faded. Around me the moist wind swirls, whistles, the smell of the earth engulfs my brain. I long again to be the child of spring, the wooden cottage, the roof made of red clay tiles, fixed with a glass tile every 10 tile away. It lets in the light from the lightning, makes me scared but the sound f the splatter outside brings me joy. I wish to escape, to that evening of the rain, to an address that reads out as Kavesseri gramam, Palakkad Dist, Kerala State. <p>The day I grew capable of memory it rained, the smell of the earth, they said it rains a lot less in Bombay; I used to wonder if I will ever go there, visit the sea shore and see the gateway. I did and this is my story. The story of Ritesh Nair. <p>Here I am 22 years later, turning back, looking at myself. I miss that moment. I remember those days often, it was 5:30 Am once and Mom had arrived from Bombay with my Uncle and they were carrying a Tricycle for me. I had big dreams about it. I wanted to put lights on it with batteries and a horn. I laugh at it sometimes when i think that i was the same I am today. Trying to improvise with what I have. She had gotten me a lot of Toffees. The Ravalgaon ones. I liked the ones with the blue wrapper especially. I had a nice jelly filling, the deep red colored one was also one of my favorites. <p>I had a personal pest though, my elder sister. She would always thrash me without rhyme or reason. Thankfully to her I hate women. They nag; think that they know all there is to know, they think they are superior, etc. The only difference in her was that she loved me very much, she would take care that my clothes were well ironed, clean and they matched. She also indirectly taught me a lot about management. I still have not found a reason on why she thrashed the daylights out of me often, must have been because of my alcoholic Dad. I still hate him. I often miss him as I wanted to stab him in the heart and kill him for troubling my mother so much. But then it would be wrong, under influence you are never you, you are a monster. I learnt that someday when the skies are not pink all you have to do is to sit and wait till it turns pink. It will eventually as you can outlast God's patience. He cannot hold back as much as you can. He will succumb to your patience. He does. That is because he loves you. He hates me most times though. But then again who knows. <p>Someday.....</p>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-23751104767364735872007-04-28T04:11:00.000+05:302007-06-14T13:08:57.469+05:30<P>The old me. </P> <P> </P> <P><IMG title="the old me" style="WIDTH: 448px; HEIGHT: 336px" hspace=1 src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_61hkbbbghn" align=center border=1></P> <P> </P> <P>Here is me @ Exchange Training in Wipro.</P> <P>==================================================</P> <P> </P> <P>The best song that songs me:</P> <P> </P> <P>Here I am : by Bryan Adams </P> <P>=================================</P> <P>Here I am - this is me <BR>There's no where else on earth I'd rather be <BR>Here I am - it's just me and you <BR>And tonight we make our dreams come true <BR><BR>It's a new world - it's a new start <BR>It's alive with the beating of young hearts <BR>It's a new day - it's a new plan <BR>I've been waiting for you <BR>Here I am <BR><BR>Here we are - we've just begun <BR>And after all this time - our time has come <BR>Ya here we are - still goin' strong <BR>Right here in the place where we belong <BR><BR>Chorus X1 <BR><BR>Here I am - this is me <BR>There's no where else on earth I'd rather be <BR>Here I am - it's just me and you <BR>And tonight we make our dreams come true <BR><BR>Chorus X2 <BR><BR>Here I am - next to you <BR>And suddenly the world is all brand new <BR>Here I am - where I'm gonna stay <BR>Now there's nothin standin in our way <BR>Here I am - this is me <BR></P>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-61112094173435291712007-04-07T19:15:00.001+05:302007-04-07T19:15:40.612+05:30Well tickle telle me that I am my favouriate SitcomYou're Cheers!<br /><br />On any given day, you might be sassy, surly, or sweet, but people always know your name. You're there for your best pals through the good times and the bad times, and you've got a talent for turning everything into the best times. Now that's something to toast!Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-16662802611723862552007-04-07T19:06:00.000+05:302007-04-07T19:07:04.314+05:30My Goodbye mail @ WiproHi Team,<br /><br />You may have seen letters that say goodbye and stuff but this is not one of the standard ones. It’s a closing email from my end .<br /><br /><br /><br />Assessment:<br /><br />==================================<br /><br />>>Career began on 21st march 2005 @ Wipro BPO.<br /><br />>>Underwent training with one of the best set of guys.<br /><br />>>Became permanent.<br /><br />>>Complained, troubled, fooled around, hurt, healed oh and yes helped (sounds like a family serial type na!) <br /><br />>>Bothered the wits out of managers, SE’s, Esp the Technology team.<br /><br />>>Got stuff done.<br /><br />Current State:<br /><br />===================================<br /><br />>>A little unhappy about leaving.<br /><br />>>I also know that wings are to fly. ( I feel a new poetry coming on now.)<br /><br />>>I am flying away from my school.<br /><br />Well I cant help it but here goes:<br /><br />=============================================<br /><br />Some roads that joined into a freeway, I took that<br /><br />Drove along, learnt, felt, loved<br /><br />Its now the end of the freeway, the ways part again<br /><br />Ulysses has to find his way home now<br /><br />His journey on the ship that carried him ashore has ended<br /><br />Its time to change his path,<br /><br />I am setting forth on a journey new<br /><br />One of the never ending journeys called life.<br /><br /> Ritesh Nair<br /><br /> © 27-12-2006<br /><br />=============================================<br /><br /><br />As robert frost says:<br /><br />The woods are lovely dark and deep, But i have promises to keep,<br /><br />And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep.Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-86919210793425504192007-03-22T01:25:00.000+05:302007-03-22T01:27:52.044+05:30Quizzes<table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2><tr><td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center><font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'><b>You are 100% Scorpio</b></font></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><center><img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/scorpio.gif" height="100" width="100"></center></td></tr></table><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscorpioareyouquiz/">How Scorpio Are You?</a></div>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-83511723337889070962007-03-21T02:39:00.000+05:302007-04-16T13:10:50.623+05:30 <img style="height: 479px; width: 276px;" title="Ayiio Amma Ishtyle" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_26cnn5xb"><br>Some things are to be worn differently.<br>Ties for example<br><br><img style="height: 640px; width: 480px;" title="The nawab method of wearing one" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_27cnjr9t"><br>Nawab ishthyle<br><br><br><img style="height: 331px; width: 457px;" title="The t shirt shocks" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_28fdp226"><br><br>Shocking indeed<br>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-70167731381748473442007-03-15T23:55:00.000+05:302007-03-16T00:03:01.902+05:30<P>My Amma.</P> <P>=========</P> <P> </P> <P>A pure common every day lady. She works as a stenographer in the Railways. Each time she puts her hand on my head I hold it and look at those tiny fingers she has. Those bear the force of my life. The very ones that fed me, nurtured me. Each time se calls me i fell like I am in heaven. My personal GOD. I have been bad, i have driven her over the wall , made her miserable but then she know I love her . I end up troubling all those i love. Its like a measurement of how much I love someone.</P>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-3633363650446674802007-03-02T04:26:00.000+05:302007-03-02T04:27:58.075+05:30Gaming Againcheck my msn space<br /><a href="http://maxritz.spaces.live.com/?lc=16393">http://maxritz.spaces.live.com/?lc=16393</a>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-68556013450470888992007-02-26T23:03:00.000+05:302007-03-16T00:03:01.943+05:30<H3>Me and my Game world.</H3> <P>Finally I get to play Farcry in HDR. After i got myself a Nvidia Geforce 7600 GS with 512 MB.</P> <P>Of course I am in god Mode. I am always in that when I like some graphics in some games. </P> <P>Except UT and Halo I like the others in Cheating modes.</P> <P> </P> <P><IMG title="Intro scene" style="WIDTH: 614px; HEIGHT: 461px" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_11dnmhbf" align=left></P> <P><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Scene 1 Intro</P> <P> </P> <P> </P> <P><IMG title="Taking a swim" style="WIDTH: 614px; HEIGHT: 461px" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_12f3p3h3"></P> <P>Taking a swim</P> <P> </P> <P> <IMG title="Driving around" style="WIDTH: 614px; HEIGHT: 461px" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_13g3w3dk"></P> <P>Driving around.</P> <P> </P> <P> <IMG title="HDR glory" style="WIDTH: 614px; HEIGHT: 461px" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_14gwq4qk"></P> <P>HDR glory.In the ship.</P> <P> </P> <P> <IMG title="Over the ship" src="http://docs.google.com/File?id=dgfdrc78_155scxtn" name=oma_ganoush></P> <P>From the ship.</P> <P> </P> <P>Man I have had difficulties enabling the toon shader from the game menu.</P> <P>I was able to do that with my geforce FX 5200 128 MB. Well i guess i have to do it from the menu.</P> <P> </P> <P>I willl also upload painkiller when i play it again on my geforce.</P> <P> </P> <P>I wish I can buy an 8800 sooner that I think.</P> <P> </P>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1164970535274735362006-12-01T16:25:00.000+05:302006-12-16T19:33:20.476+05:30Funnies<p>Contrary Proverbs <p>All good things come to those who wait. <p>BUT <p>Time and tide wait for no man. <p>The pen is mightier than the sword. <p>BUT <p>Actions speak louder than words. <p>Wise men think alike. <p>BUT <p>Fools seldom differ. <p>The best things in life are free . <p>BUT <p>There's no such thing as a free lunch . <p>Slow and steady wins the race . <p>BUT <p>Time waits for no man . <p>Look before you leap . <p>BUT <p>Strike while the iron is hot . <p>Do it well, or not at all. <p>BUT <p>Half a loaf is better than none. <p>Birds of a feather flock together. <p>BUT <p>Opposites attract. <p>Don't cross your bridges before you come to them. <p>BUT <p>Forewarned is forearmed. <p>Doubt is the beginning of wisdom. <p>BUT <p>Faith will move mountains. <p>Great starts make great finishes. <p>BUT <p>It ain't over 'till it's over. <p>Practice makes perfect. <p>BUT <p>All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. <p>Silence is golden. <p>BUT <p>The squeaky wheel gets the grease. <p>You're never too old to learn. <p>BUT <p>You can't teach an old dog new tricks <p>What's good for the goose is good for the gander. <p>BUT <p>One man's meat is another man's poison. <p>Absence makes the heart grow fonder. <p>BUT <p>Out of sight, out of mind. <p>Too many cooks spoil the broth. <p>BUT <p>Many hands make light work. <p>Hold fast to the words of your ancestors. <p>BUT <p>Wise men make proverbs and fools repeat them.</p>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1150473872349583082006-06-16T21:27:00.000+05:302006-06-16T21:34:32.393+05:30Painkiller ( Dreamcatcher) People Can Fly<a href="http://imagepros.us" target="_blank"><img alt="Image Hosted by ImagePros.us" src="http://imagepros.us/uploads/927f666b26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />================================================================<br /><br />Well I am back at it. I messed up my game cards and am back temporarily on my SIS 315E.<br />=================<br />Company >>> SIS<br />Chipset >>> 315E<br />Memory >>> 64 MB<br />Interface >>> AGP 8x<br />=================<br />Well it is not bad infact i was wondering if it would actually render it to actually have a glimpse and it does. Well not bad for an oldie card i guess.<br />Man this game is really lovely. And the companies associated are names i relate to in terms of its name<br />1 () Dreamcatcher <br />2 () People Can Fly<br />3 () Nvidia {i dont know what it means but for sure }<br /> {I relate to them cos they believe a picture }<br /> {says a million words than sound. }<br />=======================================Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1140442727099412832006-02-20T19:04:00.000+05:302006-05-10T13:54:33.280+05:30Look at some idiotsYou know what there are people who hate microsoft so much that they would do anything to get attention. That too their point of critisicm is that the integration of IE and Windows Media Player. EEEEEEEk what kind of idiots are they.<br />They try to say that if my child wears my choice of underwear then it is brand monopoly????????<br />Jesus whatever will these idiots think of next.<br /><br />I found th excerpt below at a <a href="http://www.os2ecs.org/">http://www.os2ecs.org/</a><br /><br />Well i know now what desparation is.<br />IBM never had the balls to market, steve jobbs doesn't have the sense and linux doesn't have what it takes to put an ordinary user on the internet almost out of the box.<br />====================================<br />ERROR: USING AN INFERIOR BROWSER<br />We regret this inconvenience, but we at OS2eCS Org. have chosen to block Internet Explorer. We have decided to block Microsoft's browser because of its inherent insecurity and liability of risk. In other words, we do not want to be held accountable for any incidents that arise because of security holes in Microsoft Internet Explorer. Those security holes are impossible to completely fix because of the way IE and Windows are so tightly bundled together. Many of the problems in Internet Explorer could have been avoided if it was released as a standalone program, but Microsoft would rather destroy its competitors through illegal methods than protect the security and privacy of its customers. Yes, your personal privacy has been sacrificed in the name of Microsoft's pocketbook. So what can you do to protect your personal privacy and gain access to the Web content that was blocked? Upgrade to a more secure browser that was designed from the start with security features that keep you safe as you use the Internet. We personally recommend the multi-platform Mozilla browser, which includes an e-mail program to replace Microsoft's equally insecure Outlook Express. Mozilla is available for Windows, Mac OS, Linux, BeOS, OS/2, and eComStation. It can be downloaded in less than a few minutes with a high speed Internet connection, so it doesn't take a lot of time to try this one out. [Download Mozilla]<br />--------------------------------------------------Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1138770483501345372006-02-01T08:27:00.000+05:302006-02-10T04:54:11.550+05:30Ritesh Nair is bLack at it2000 miles SSE of sanity. It makes me wonder about existence.<br /><br />(Garden By Pearl Jam)<br />She don't wander in here...<br />don't wander in here...<br />She...<br />she don't wander in here...<br />don't wander in here...<br /><br />The direction of the eye,<br />so misleading.<br />The defection of the soul,<br />nauseously quick.<br />I don't question ...<br />our existence,<br />I just question ..<br />our modern needs.<br /><br />She don't wander in here...<br />don't wander in here...<br />She...<br />she don't wander in here...<br />don't wander in here...<br /><br />I will walk with my hands bound...<br />I will walk with my face blood...<br />I will walk with my shadow flag...<br />Into your garden, garden of stone.<br /><br />After all is done and we're still alone,<br />I won't be taken, yet I'll go...<br />With my hands bound...<br /><br />I will walk with my face blood...<br />I will walk with my shadow flag...<br />Into your garden, garden of stone.<br /><br />I don't show...<br />I don't share...<br />I don't need what you have to give.<br /><br />I will walk with my hands bound...<br />I will walk with my face blood...<br />I will walk with my shadow flag...<br />Into your garden...<br />garden...<br /><br />I will walk with my hands bound...<br />I walk into your garden, garden of stone.<br />I don't know...<br />I don't care...<br />I don't need you for me to live.<br />===============================<br /><br />The absolute contradictions<br /><br />+> Me looking at myself in the mirror,<br />+> Me smiling<br />+> Me in love<br />+> Me upset<br />+> Me sad<br />===============================Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131781160558343992005-11-12T13:09:00.000+05:302005-11-12T13:09:20.563+05:30<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/640/Image%28564%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/320/Image%28564%29.jpg'></a><br />Farsight<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'> A life unknown</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131781119037379462005-11-12T13:08:00.002+05:302005-11-12T13:08:39.043+05:30<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/640/Image%28569%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/320/Image%28569%29.jpg'></a><br />Aside<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'> A life unknown</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131781110564592142005-11-12T13:08:00.001+05:302005-11-12T13:08:30.570+05:30<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/640/Image%28566%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/320/Image%28566%29.jpg'></a><br />Closed<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'> A life unknown</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131781083693130922005-11-12T13:08:00.000+05:302005-11-12T13:08:03.700+05:30<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/640/Image%28565%29.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/320/Image%28565%29.jpg'></a><br />Introspect<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'> A life unknown</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131781079012569572005-11-12T13:07:00.000+05:302005-11-12T13:07:59.066+05:30<a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/640/Meo.jpg'><img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/292/4305/320/Meo.jpg'></a><br />Perspective Correct<br /><span style='font-size: 8pt;'> A life unknown</span>Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454309.post-1131684467019472772005-11-11T10:17:00.000+05:302006-08-31T20:56:16.636+05:30Ntin Parashar's Email<strong>Nitin Parashar Nov 10 (17 hours ago)<br /></strong><br />Gone are the days<br />When The school/Collage reopened in June,And we settled in our new desks and benches.<br />When we queued up in book depot,And got our new books and notes.<br />When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yetManaged to line up daily for the morning prayers.<br />We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens andThen Micro tips.<br />We began drawing with crayons and evolvedTo Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.<br />We started calculatingfirst with tables and then with Clarke's tables and advanced tocalculators and computers.<br /><br />When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classroomsDrenched in sweat.<br />When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.<br />When all the colors in the world,Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.<br />When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.<br />When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.<br />When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,While others simply played"book cricket" in the Confines of classroom.<br />(p.s: guys remeber book ckt ?...open the text book ramdomly.....and wat ever the page number's last digit....thats ur score....and zero ment OUT !!!!!.....lol.......)<br />Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.<br />When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.<br />When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.<br />While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint", "kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock.<br />Gone are the days....<br />Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month longpreparations for them.<br />Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.<br />Of tenth and twelfth standards, when We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.<br />We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.<br />With so much fun in them, so many friends,So much experience , all this and more.<br />Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.<br />Now we don't have time to say a HI.<br />Gone are the days when we played games on the road.<br />Now we code on the road with laptop.<br />Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.<br />Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.<br />Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.<br />Now we chat in chat rooms.....Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.Now we study to save our job<br />Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts Now we have the ATM's as well as credit card but with an empty heart<br />Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.Now we dont shout even at home<br />Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....<br />Gone are the days But not the memories, which willBe Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever .....<br />NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE , DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS. !!!!!!..and forget old frineds.....keep in touch !!!!<br />~ Vîç ..Abinomable Non Nutcasehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02196733632925979560noreply@blogger.com