A tribute to Sachin Tendulkar.

Sachin Tendulkar is an excellent cricket player, I feel proud that he belongs to my country. He has been playing cricket for 24 years now, 3 generations of Indian population have seen him play. I think the reason Cricket is more popular in India than the National Sport, is because of him. 

I am not much of a cricket fan, or any other sport for that matter, but I will still take some time out and pay my tributes to a very significant event of 2013, which took place on 16th November, which saw the end of an era, from now on this day will be known as Sachin Tendulkar's Day, as this was the morning that saw the last of the Master Blaster on the cricket stadium with a bat in his hand and dedicating, his bat, his victories to his supporters. 

I am not a huge follower of Cricket but I am proud of Sachin Tendulkar, I am proud that I was born in the generation that has seen the best of him. Being a great player, he is a great human being too, Sachin Tendulkar is one the greatest philanthropes of India and for that the entire country salutes him. 

I don't think I need to portray his stats here, almost the entire world knows that. 

So many legends, so many best men in the game, but Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar is God where cricket batmanship is concerned. 

This Video is so inspiring you must watch this  

#ThankYouSachin

The flight of time

WE start preparing for it months beforehand, the excitement, the lights, the sweets, Yes, I am talking about Diwali, see how quickly it came and how quickly it went by.
They say "when you are happy, time flies by";  you don't realize the moments passing by because you are busy in turning those moments into memories.
Same principle but many different applications.
Time will fly at its own pace, it doesn't wait for anyone nor does it slows by to let you cherish or bear something for a longer time.
Similarly our words might be forgotten in time, or our faces fade by, but one thing remains constant, our actions. Whatever we do, it leaves a mark, it stays. If you hurt someone by saying rude/bad things, with time they might forget the exact words what you said to them, but they will remember how you made them feel.
Our every action etches its place in the immortal world and in one way or the other it comes around for us.
People need to understand that beauty fades with time, what stays is the goodness of heart. A good looking face cannot give you the comfort of a consoling heart but a compassionate heart can show you eternal beauty of life, the small things in life that matter and make your life full. Looks are as shallow as an empty mountain pit.
There are only a few things in life that will stay by us a happy memory, a piece of advise, not good looks, shoes, clothes, houses or cars.

So people appreciate what you got before you realize what you want is what you HAD.

I'll give you a small exercise to make it easier for you.
Step 1: Go sit in a public place, like a park or a railway station not in a hotel or a restaurant.
step 2: Look around, observe a different cluster of people,
Step 3: Try to imagine what they are doing, what are there expressions, try to understand them
Step 4: Think

Think about how different everybody's life is, appreciate what you have, be happy for what you don't have but other's have, it makes you a person with desires and in life, you have something to look forward to.
For one split second, imagine your life the way you want your life to be. go to your 'Happy Place'. Think about every little detail in your life, be your own creator; Imagine a life that you always wanted and in your happy place you have it, you have it all.
So if you are ever feeling low or distant go to your happy place, its yours and yours only. Don't let anybody get you down, you can create your life the way you want it to be.

Do what you want in your life, follow your dreams, follow your passions, don't let anyone ever tell you, "you can't do this" As Will Smith says, "don't even let YOURSELF tell you that you can't do stuff"
Live your life the way you want it to be not how the society tells you it should be.

Time will fly by, it never waits for anyone, but its in your hands to have simple moments or great memories

Dream on! and dream on till your dreams come true.

PotterHead and Proud of it!

I feel sorry for those who never got to read Harry Potter books with the eyes and innocence of a child.

I read my first Harry Potter book when I was 7 and there is no looking back, such is the power of love and friendship and innocence in that story that I can relate to those characters as if they were real and at some point of my life they are. They have been there for me on any Sunday afternoon in the shape of a book or a movie or the audio tracks.
I feel for it each time I read or watch or listen to it.

I felt for Harry when he found out the truth about his parents after 10 years of believing a lie.
I felt Hogwarts was my home too.
I always hoped to have such friends around me.
I cried like a baby when Harry found out about his Godfather.
I cried for weeks when Dumbledore died.
I cried when I saw how much love was in Snape's eyes for a woman dying in his arms, he could never be with.
I cried when Hermione removed herself from her loving parents memory, when her pictures were fading, I was crying.
I wished every moment for Voldemort to drop dead and give Harry his mum and dad back,
I hauled in the theatre at the end of the last Harry potter movie.

Harry taught me never to feel alone or loose your courage, cos its who you are inside and the choices you make, that define who you are.
Ron taught me its okay to make jokes and be sarcastic all the time and laugh, even if the joke is on you.
Hermione  taught me its okay to embrace your inner nerd and to break rules as long as you are helping someone.
Hagrid taught me looks can be deceptive, that even the most fiery face can hold all the kindness in the World.
The Weasleys taught me that money is just a material, its love that is precious.
Dumbledore taught me that help will always be given to those who deserve it.
Fred and George told me that laugh and making others laugh, people could always use some extra laughs.
Dobby taught me to believe in thy self and do what thy believe in not what thou should be doing.

There are so many feelings that I cannot explain or write in words, all I can say is that to be a part of the magical world, you need to have an imagination. and I think people with no imagination are just plain stupid.

I go to the Potter World in sickness and in health, in happiness or in despair, in regularity or on a special occasion. Because the comfort that I find in that World, I cannot find elsewhere.

Call me crazy It doesn't matter, but I am And I will be a Potterhead forever and ever.

Thank You J K Rowling.
  

Bobby The Gay Ghost continues....

You'll have to read the First Chapter before reading this one so Click on this link, don't worry it'll open in a new window

It was a Fall night, cool wind breezing and fresh crisp feel of Autumn in the air. A perfect day for two people madly in love for a year to tie the knot and make a special memory. 

It was quite after midnight when Blake Sanchez heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen. He called to his new wife, but heard nothing in return, it had been ten minutes for her to have gone down to the kitchen to get water, it certainly doesn't take that long. He decided to go down and check upon her. 

A look of dread and horror passed Blake's face when he saw his wife, Gaby, standing on the high chair in the kitchen with a scared and horrified expression, a rope tied around her neck with the ceiling. Blake hurried to her wondering why would she do that and why on Earth is that happening. It all got clear to him in a minute when he asked her, "Honey, what happened?, get down from that chair, what are you doing"; A loud cackling noise from behind replies, "I'll tell you what happened honey", Blake turned and saw Bobby the Gay Ghost sitting on top of a Cupboard. 

In a trembling voice Blake asked, "What do you want?", Bobby replied in a sad sarcastic tone, "I am sad and disappointed in you Blakey, I thought we were friends. I thought if you'd get married, I'd be your best man but you didn't even invite me. I'm hurt." 

Blake said, "I didn't know how to track you down to send your invitation card, is there a P O Box in Ghost Town, for future references why don't you leave me down with your address, and in the meanwhile get my wife down right now." 

"Very funny Blake," Bobby said, "You don't want to mess around with me when I have your wife convinced that you and I have a very special connection that she will never have with you and that she shouldn't even be alive to begin with "

"What did you say to her to creep" 

"Oh, I don't know, I talk nothing but the truth"

Blake to Gaby, "Don't believe anything he says Gaby, he is nothing but an unwanted boy who can't stand anyone else being happy, let this go and come down"

Gaby replies, "I know but my head is fuzzing around, I don't know what I'm doing, I don't want to kill myself" 

"You're pushing your luck too far Blake, Don't take my appearance to be mild, I am known to kill nowadays" replied Bobby.

"Kill fashion I must say" said Gaby, hysterically. To which Bobby glided towards her, got so close that they were nose to nose, and said acidly, "You are not so terrified anymore"; 

"Oh that'd be cos I just realized you are that gay ghost who have been haunting Blake and his school friends, you used to go to the same school, and nobody liked you hence you killed yourself" 

"Don't provoke me lady" 

"Get out of our house" 

"I will take your soul with me" 

With this he hovered towards Blake's head and started circling them both. 

"You leave us alone Bobby, we have done nothing wrong to you"

"You and your pesky little friends will all pay for what you have done, I am going tonight, but I'll be back to make sure that your children turn out to be gay, I will make your children suffer the way I did, and I will make them start to hate you and make you feel miserable but why should I let you have even a little bit of happiness in your life" saying that he swooped under the high chair that Gaby was standing and slid it out from beneath her, killing her in an instant. 

Blake had a look of instant disbelief and shock, he couldn't believe what had just happened, he cursed at Bobby, while the gay ghost glided in mid-air happily, "Oh on the other hand, Happy marriage to you my dear friend, I give you a life full of misery and Blakey next time when you get married I'd expect a toast for me at the very least" he piped in chirpily and vanished from the spot.

Next day Bobby the gay Ghost made headlines in the Italian papers, he was being awarded the 'Invisible Icon' of the Year, no one knows what happened a day before and no one could ever believe Blake as to why Bobby a happy horny gay ghost kill an innocent girl. 

## I don't know I am just experimenting as to what it should be, a funny story or a scary story. I am not sure yet, I definitely need reviews. So comment people or else Bobby might visit you soon ;]] ##

Ghost named Bobby

He always used to wear Yellow Pants and  a Pink shirt, sometimes accessorized with a white feather hat and pink stilettos.

It happened around 10 years back, in a small sub urban town called Rosemont in the north east of the capital of state of Washington. The class of 2003 at rosemont high school had a very eccentric peculiar looking kid named Bobby, he was a sweet shy little kid always on his own. He was 17, perhaps at that time he didn't know it, that he was different from other guys, they had different choices. So when one day his elder sister suggested that, "Maybe, Bobby, you are gay", he didn't accept it at first, he found it insanely weird, but gradually he realized it was true and decided it was time to come out of the closet. 

Kids at school made fun of him, taunted him, locked him in the lockers but determined as Bobby was, he was also a big grudge holder. He silently tolerated every mockery, every mistreatment until one day it got too much, he was wearing yellow pants, pink shirt and pink shoes in school, fellow students, teachers and every person at school snorted and laughed upon looking at him. It was the height of humiliation when he found out his own parents didn't accept him that way. He went to the top of the school building and jumped without a second thought. 

To this day, boys of the class of 2003, regret they ever made fun of Bobby, the gay ghost.

The tales have become legendary after that one long winter night, a little boy claimed that he was being touched at inappropriate parts of his body by a gust of wind. Similar story after a few days with another boy, thus began the series of terror for the boys of class of 2003 of Rosemont high school, where Bobby, the gay ghost, once went.

Today he is a free horny but happy ghost, sometimes he hangs out in London, the city of fashion, sometimes he is present at the fashion shows in NYC, sometimes his presence is felt in the men's try room at Giorgio Armani in Milan. Though he never lets his school buddies forget his touch, visits them all frequently, even though they are all settled with families, but for them, the name Bobby still makes them go pee in their pants and makes their wives insecure. A few of them were once sighted in the supporting parade of Parents & Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG) hoping to get on the good side of Bobby, but that only made Bobby visit them all that very night, reminding them that it was not good enough. 

Thus that is how the tale of ''the lives and loves of Bobby, the gay ghost'' begun..

(to be continued..)

Spiritualism or Business-ism

Okay the whole idea of a guru or a spiritual leader is bollocks.
The idea irritates me to go red in my face. No offense to people who follow these people, I, for one DO NOT support their lifestyle.
Take the Art of living founder for starters, He found the art of living, he is an overall global spiritual leader, but, forgive me 'GURUJI' I don't see you much helping or supporting your own down trodden country. I never saw you coming forward, using your influence for all the rape victims in our country, instead you go to SAN JOSE and give lecture about non-violence, you are travelling across the globe, visiting Canada, meditating in Korea, instead of doing reforms in this poor country where people want someone with that amount of influence to fight for justice. Dude do something that would actually count for your existence. The kind of power that you could summon would might actually do something good here. But hey dollars are better than INR's isn't it.
I don't even want to begin how this whole thing is more of a profession for capitalism instead of reformism.
Don't get me started on Baba Ramdev. I have never seen a baba gaining fame quicker than he got. Like 15 seconds not 15 minutes type of thing.
and the amount of influence that he's got, the kind of media frenzy these people could gather could actually bring justice a little more closer. I never heard about him fighting against the injustice done to the women in his own damn country.
Oh how can we forget Baba Assa Ram ji BAPU, my foot. yeah, "called the rapist bhaiya" that would do the trick, how utterly moron can you actually be.
I cannot even begin on the lady spiritual leader of my own country cause they are all stinking power money hungry douches.

'Sanyas' means leaving all the worldly possessions and materialism to live a life of a saint. living for god, the only meaning of life is to worship god and gain moksh (eternal peace and freedom)

But I am sorry to acquaint you that these spiritual leaders are the MOST materialistic people ever, they travel in luxury cars, use uber classy technology, have highest paying contacts as 'bhagats' (followers), there are even classes of tickets like the VIP section, the gold section, the medium section when they come to deliver lectures of EQUALITY, Non-DISCRIMINATION. I mean WHAT-the Hell is that all about.
The bigger idiots are the people who are paying them (the so called saints) to teach them (the people) how-to-live. CRAZY, I must say.
People pay these kinda people, corrupt politicians and the consequences are as follows: Who is the one suffering? well, we all know the answer to that.

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Compromise

com·pro·mise 

 

/ˈkämprəˌmīz/

Meaning- Settlement, Conciliation, coming to mutual terms with someone.

In life one always don't get, what one really wants. 
That is why, we introduced the word compromise in our dictionary. 
Its one way for those who don't get what they want, to move on in life.
Compromise helps us to acknowledge that life goes on. It helps to see the world is moving forward every second. 

Poetry is the most simple and deepest form of expressing love. not everyone can do that. and not everyone has someone who can do it for them. but that's not the sad part. the sad part is when there IS someone who is writing words for you that passionately because they either can't say it to you which is why they write and choose not to send them to you because somehow they know that, to you, it doesn't matter. or maybe you don't want to hear it from them. yes that's the sad part. 

Either you wait for the person who'd make you feel special or you wait, for yourself to become that person for someone else, in one way or the other, some one makes a compromise that we choose not to ever tell the world. slowly and slowly it becomes one of the bitter truths that we eventually learn to live with. 

#Only a lucky few fall in love with their compromises.

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There are always two sides to a story.

Remember the coin that Harvey Dent had (in the Dark Knight), the one which had faces on both sides (almost similar), yeah I am not talking about that. I am talking about a normal coin which can be refereed to any normal situation. Whatever happens, its our choices that makes us truly what we are and as spiderman said, there is always a choice, no matter what.
so from today, instead of looking at the dark gloomy face of the coin, I am going to look at the brighter side of it.
why should I allow anyone to upset my mood, or give me a hard time. I am my own ruler and I am going to do what I want to do, and I am always going to have a choice of choosing the right or the wrong, but whatever choice I make, its mine, profoundly, single handedly, mine.