Life is an endless wait. Or perhaps that’s how we live it. We wait to grow up n start earning. We wait to find the perfect job. Then we wait for that someone special. We wait for love to happen. Once it does we can hardly wait to get married. We wait to buy the perfect house. Then we wait to have children. And then we start waiting for them to grow up. When they do, they leave; and then we wait for them to come back and visit us. And then we start waiting to die and get it over with. In all this waiting, we forget to live. We wait for life to happen, forgetting that it is happening already.

Never give up on your dreams, however big or small. They separate living from survival

Dreams evolve as priorities change. Let them.

Don’t hurt anyone intentionally unless it is to prevent more pain.

If things are bad, find the silver lining; that'll make it easier to bear the pain.

If it didn’t work out, fret, grieve, learn and then move on.

Spread happiness. It’s a perfect boomerang.

People forget what you did; they remember how you made them feel.

Good deeds & kind words come back faster than you think. So do lies and deceit.

As a soul you have the potential to learn, grow and rise higher.

As a mortal, do the best you can to spread happiness, love n kindness.

Live your life to the fullest, you don’t know if you’ll get a second chance.

Laugh. Dance. Sing. Read. Write. Cry. Medidate. Pray.

Have faith. In God, science, yourself, destiny, anything. It helps.

Don’t bottle up pain and anger. They will rot inside.

Release them. Run. Walk. Work-out. Swim. Hold some one you love and cry.

Love. Don’t be afraid of losing; it will teach you much more if you lose.

Make mistakes. That’s the only way you’ll ever learn.

Grab each moment and make the most of it. Don’t die before you actually die. And don’t succumb to death till you have lived. On your deathbed, if you can look back and say you tried your best; and smile, it would have been worth it.

Live life. It’s worth the effort.

i used to think that there is some thing is seriously wrong with me.  remember my post, its ironical on my funny typing mistakes ??? well thats a problem that never resolved itself, so although i enjoy a respectable typing speed and accuracy, there are some mistakes i am stuck with. for instance, i have never, i mean never, gotten the word, "mistakes" right the first time [including this attempt] ...its always "mistkaes" the first time i type it. same for "htink" or "syas". However, a few days ago, I came across some typing mistakes that make me almost proud of myself :D

 

-> skin testing tools ......"sin" testing tools

 

Wow! That would make God's job easier!Imagine this..after a lifetime of good deeds, you also need to clear a written entrance to get through the Gates of Heaven ;)

 

-> artificial liver growth......artificial "lover" growth

 

Aha! Now here's a sure-shot seller. I wonder if there's a team of scientists somewhere trying this one out.

 

-> art of living...art of "loving"..

 

And I see traces of a certain Mr. Hashmi here.

 

...apparently there is a study that says that at the age of 25 human libido is at its peak. May be my source just turned 25! :P Well, I don't know about that, but these mistakes sure present some interesting R&D options for future science ;)

But jokes apart, even as an onlooker, I have never ever understood the madness behind this whole wedding ceremony. Its like the moment 2 people decide to get married [rather usually their parents decide], 50 others...at least...get an electric shock. they are woken up from their sudden zombie state of minds... Suddenly a 1000 different task lists are made and tasks for the next 3 months are divided meticulously amongst different people...the joys of having huge families planning your wedding...

It takes endless phonecalls to sort out the color of the bride's mother's sister's saree for the function 2 days before the wedding, dont get me started on the bride's outfit..i wonder if Jennifer Anniston ever paid that much attention to her costumes! and 1 phonecall from the pundit saying the muhurat will have to be delayed by 5 minutes brings the whole world crashing down!sigh...

What's amazing is that this timeframe of 3 months doesnt make that much of a difference, I have seen weddings of similar scale being arranged in a month's time and yes, having a year to plan doesnt help either, it just adds more tasks to the list ??!!

And the meticulous planning and task allocation...it would put any corporate to shame if only it weren't for coversations such as...

"Oye the tent guy hasn't called"

"O nahi ji I had asked Mamaji to call him"

"O mamaji has gone to the caterer. He asked me to ask you"

"But I'm taking didiji to the Parlour to get ready"
" Your didiji can go to the parlour herself. You call the tent-waalah"

..well you get the idea..

And then, there are the expenses. Parents save up all their lives to marry their children off. Specially daughters, but thats more thanks to the incorrigible dowry tradition in this country. [ It may be illegal for you to see on TV, its as real as the sun! It just takes different shapes, sometimes its a car, fridge, LCD TV, sometimes its gold, soemtimes its cash, usually its all these ]

If only I could get a penny for every time I have heard statements like,

.." They too spent 3 lacs just on the tent in their son's wedding reception"

"Aur Sharmaji gave his daughter a Corolla in her wedding"..

"and Khanna Sa'ab, spent 10 lacs over and above the wedding function"

!!!!!!!

Only 3 out of 10 of these people can actually afford to spend this kind of money on one function. The rest take all kinds loans at exorbitant interest rates, just to keep up to the "status" !! I have known people spending anywhere between 15-18 Lacs INR on just the wedding function. Even those who have never earned this much even in 2-3 years!! It is the ultimate "Keeping up with the Jones's" cartoon in the world! Not only are these weddings senselessly exorbitant effectively leaving the parents & some close relatives of the bride almost bankrupt

It is just such a big event, at times I feel its bigger for parents than the bride n groom!;they are a platform for everyone to show off all their riches, owned or borrowed; they are also a platform for you to prove your mettle of remembering names of, patiently smiling of the 500 people you have never seen in your entire life and will never see again.

No wonder so many people spend their lives in unhappy, beyond-repair marriages rather than getting divorced! Fancy throwing away a marriage that follows from that kind of a wedding.

Maybe , as people have been telling me since I was 12, once I am getting married myself...I will get it. I doubt....

befuddled

So here's what baffles me, 

why would you name a bus service BIAS 

(that's Bangalore International Airport Service, FYI) ..but honestly, couldn't they have fudged the abbreviation a little so that it is a  little less ridiculous?!

Oh and btw, you need to pay a Rs 260/- "airport" tax, just as a passenger taking a domestic flight from the Bangalore International Airport. not to mention they dont have a domestic airport, so its not as if you have a choice. ofcourse except if you could take an international flight with a domestic stopover instead ;) 

(damn why didn't I think of this before paying the tax..grrr my dad's right, I am just not a good baniya!! )

and why does every mumbaikar, atleast all those i know, call their BST buses BEST ???

I mean I am all for patriotism, but honestly my friends, much as I admire your mumbai love,and much as I love mumbai myself, those buses are rickety at best! 

how can some one name their book "How to cook everything" without having the recipes for caterpillar manchurian, baby soup, cow nerves, frog toe nails,...and well grown up human beings too. why not, Everything comes under everything! and but for the last, I know for a fact that all the others are actual dishes.. and well may be except baby soup too :P

you know the hazard of knowing both your parents, and their extended families????

you never get a surprise letter or phone call announcing you the heiress of a fortune, and you never, NEVER get to be the Princess of anywhere...no matter how many diaries you write and how many times your dad may call you that!

yaya i just got off the movie, it hurts evtime I see some one being left a will by a hitherto unknown relative or inheriting an entire country...I am never going to get that! ..sigh...so much for close knit extended Indian families...pffff

but you know whats the most baffling of all??

a full grown 85 Kg woman jumping off her seat and climb the desk and start screaming because she saw a tiny little rat scuttering somewhere...try keeping a straight face when she does that. Not easy my friend, not easy. 

Its so imcomprehensible its hilarious. I laughed so hard my sides hurt, not to mention the poor rat's plight who got so scared I am wondering if it got a heart attack out of sudden shock. I am not fond of rats or mice or any of their kin, but seriously?!!

Ofcourse I am still in hiding to escape the screaming woman's wrath...as they say.."hell hath no fury like a woman laughed at" ...

;)