Confessions of a failue !!! (Am I a failure??? Nahhhhhh)

Okay, I admit that the post below was a result of my frustration !!!! But that is it. Something happened to frustrate me. Nothing more to confess. But I believe, what is written is actually quite true....And I can bet that you wouldn't deny !!! May b its a generalization.....but who cares ??

The Bitter Truth

There are three types of people you come across. One - who are your real friends and have been there through your thick and thin, two - who are your psuedo friends - who proclaim to be so, praise you a lot and get their work done and vanish after that till the time they need you again and three - who are not even worth that ...

A friend once while making a presentation said, "Money makes the world go round and round"...and with what my experience with life has been, I am of the opinion that your demand at the time of crises makes the world go round and round about you.

That moment you are the most helpful and the most creative person on earth, and as soon as it gets over ...you know what happens !!!!

So when people come to you and say, Yaar Sudeep....Mujhe se ho nahin raha...Tu to bada creative hai... You know what they are actually thinking.....Bakra mila......Phasa lo.....Phas Jayega....

And that moment You feel so important, You hold yourself in such high esteem.... Of course, you have it in you, and the other guy doesn't, just that you are utilising your time on the right thing but for the wrong person....

The world revolves around selfishness......that is the centre of all activities..... and if it was not so I would not have been writing this post, aand even after knowing my thought people would not have been coming to me for help..... not those at least who come only during when they need your help...rest of the time you don't even exist for them !!

The world through my lenses

Me has been thinking of posting this fpr quite sometime....Me's desire has reached a culmination point today , and its now or never.....

Me is talking about a photoblog...Me is a die hard photography enthusiast, its a separate story that me doesn't have a camera, else Me would have been spinning a new world for hmself.

What if Me doesn't have a camera of his own....Me views the world through other's lenses. So Me posts a series of photographs that he feels re simply awesome.....

The Red Moutain ....


The setting sun paints a different hue ...


Mountain Vs. Mountain...


And he thinks...


And now they think....

A walk down the memory lane

Long back, I got a forward..and it touched me so much that I poted it on orkut..and the kind of response I got there compelled me to post that here....so putting the story of me on the side-track for a while let me put up this small nice article.....


When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhipan-chhipai and pitthoo anytime ...
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai zindagi' ..
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ...
When there was just one tv in every five houses and...
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them ....
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while slapping/beating us ...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes ...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ..
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us ...
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work ...
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'reynolds and family' ...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home...
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ...
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents

The list can be endless ... On the serious note I would like to summarise with...

When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like'thinking' and 'deciding'...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerily ...
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future...
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak...
When sharing worries and happiness didn’t mean getting vulnerable to the listener ...
When blacks and whites were the favorite colors instead of greys ...
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the scenaries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows...

I really miss it.. do U?

This post really made me nostalgic....

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