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Laughed after almost twenty years…
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Jul 18, 2009 7:49 pm
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I was in second grade and that day it was my turn to address the class with the routine proverb and its explanation. So I had a small piece of paper in my tiny hands, I went up to the front of the class, looked at everyone and said “PENIS MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD”. Seriously I read the explanation about the importance of a pen in our lives. The power of the newspapers in changing the lives of many with the help of the pen and blah blah blah….
After my explanation, all students were to utter the proverb three times. And guess what all chanted??? “PENIS MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD”.
Almost twenty years later, I dig into my old memories and find that piece of paper. And I realized that I had committed a blunder back then. I laughed so much that I was remembering the innocence of all my classmates while they chanted the proverb three times that day. Yeah, now I am grown enough and I know that the “PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN A SWORD”. Also the pen can be put me in trouble if I don’t know what I am writing…. Cheers all…
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An idiot, a prostitute and a priest.
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Jul 14, 2009 4:56 am
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Today is my birthday. Yes, I added another year to my age. Am I happy??? Am I sad??? I don’t know but I am aware of all those things that happened to me in the last few years. My mind, my self, my thoughts and my faith were the only companions I had though there were a lot of people related to me.
My early years, I consider being a little idiotic. I was like a wet towel. Heavy, useless and motionless when got comfortable. My mind was like the space. It had only vacuum. Nothing worked well during that period. I was mastering the art of pointing fingers at other when I needed excuses to escape a mishap. Eventually I found out that I was hollow, worthless and highly depressed. I consulted a lot of psychologist for help. But they only spoke text book stuff which was too technical to understand.
After few years of having led an idiotic life, I realized that I was missing the kick in my life. So I went on to date my colleagues. It was the most expensive ordeal ever in my life. I used to lie about my identity and sold my soul to enjoy all cheap thrills possible. I smoked the worst rotten stuff ever, I fought with my superiors for no reason, I lost my career in the stock market due to lack of discipline, and I was slowly deteriorating and reaching the final collapse of my life. This was when I lived with a mind of a forsaken person.
Help came to me four years ago. It was from my grandfather. He saw that I was like an animal. Purely living on my instincts. My mind was like a garbage bin which needed a whipping rather than a broom to clean it up. My grandfather gave me a two holy scriptures, The Bible and the Bhagawad Gita. He told me that I had to remember one statement all the while throughout my life. He said, “When temptation whispers in your ears to eat the forbidden fruit then know that you are to avoid it.”
He showed me the way, he gave me the map. Detached, persistent and divine are the ways of the priest. That ecstasy I sought while I was an idiot and a manipulator, I sure found it here. Today I pray the lord to give me the power to continue to be like a priest for as long as i can.
Cheers all…
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Kids, the strength for the grown ups…
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Jul 5, 2009 3:06 am
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As a diehard lover to the profession of teaching, I adore to blend with kids. Their world is so natural and undisturbed unlike the tensed adult life. Their desires are as big as the universe, the kind of effort they put is purely innocent and they are not worried of the results of their efforts…
As a grown up, I have to unlearn a lot of my junk habits that I have collected in the past and live like a kid in this perfectly designed universe. The only place I can do that is while I am amidst kids. As I see that any kid for that matter is brutally fearless and does not care of the crowd around. Wow!!! Isn’t that a boon to be ever fearless and not limit our potential by burying ourselves under numerous assumptions??
While I was in India for a while during my vacation, I accepted to be a teacher at a local school and kids there taught me a lot about life lessons. One such kid who made an impact on me was Fardeen, a nine year old boy who was financially not that sound but emotionally self controlled like a tiger in the woods. He gave me ideas on how one can build a world full of opportunities, contentment and selfless actions. These were the conclusions I drew from the talks we had after the school hours. Its not Fardeen alone who can help an adult like me but any kid that age can teach us a lot about removing the deviations in us. Trust me, if anyone wanted to see god in his purest form then a kindergarten is much holier than a temple or a church. This is my opinion and I don’t wish to generalize it.
Before my time is done, I would like to have a satisfied teaching career and be with the kids to learn what I missed in all these unending demands of an adult life.
Good day all…
Tj.
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A little tired….
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Jun 27, 2009 1:53 am
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Mind wanders into the oblivion, eyes see the colorful spectrum, legs stay arrested, long and slow breaths keep the body move the least, silence echo within the walls of the ears, skin is asleep and finally, its time for me to believe in me once again. I know I feel a little tired but I do not have a choice. I have to stand up and follow my heart. This is the perfection of the creation and this cessation for a few seconds recuperated me…
Cheers all…
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Ladies, kindly pardon us...…
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Jun 20, 2009 6:57 pm
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Last night I was in one of the chat rooms on ff and found that a group of people claimed that they hated most Indian men. Their reasons were genuine. I do not have any complaints with these people who hate Indian men.
A regular understanding in most Indian men, who are sexually malnourished, is that they think they can come down to such social joints and pick women to talk any nonsense they want.
This is common with Indian men who watch a lot of Indian movies. Our (I am an Indian too) movies, show that over exaggerated living in reality is the normal way of living. So when an Indian actor kisses a foreigner woman on screen, the audience believes that foreign women are really available to any man, anytime…. Lol….which I know is not true.
The corrupted thoughts of an Indian man takes him to the nearest accessible portal so that he can test his masculine skills to impress women. While this is happening, the mind of an Indian male is almost thinking of matrimony and kids with the unknown woman he is yet to meet…. Lol again….. 
Being an Indian myself, I don’t know how many women I have offended… if I have, then kindly pardon me… and moving forward, if you find any Indian man trying to seduce you pretty women then please don’t get wild at him…. Just pardon and kindly educate him. The media, the movies and the glamor has made us Indian men this way… so once again kindly pardon us…
Cheers all
Tj
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Violently silent….
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Jun 13, 2009 8:15 pm
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I woke up this morning with an unusual appearance of my most loved but late grandma. She passed away nine years ago and I think I was the most disturbed of her demise. She was my favorite all the time while she was alive. Now, she appears only when I unknowingly think of her.
The dream that woke me up this morning was photographic. She sat there completely aware of my presence. I walk in to find her smiling at me. I stand there motionless thinking to myself that she cannot be alive. The arrested senses cannot believe what the eyes are seeing. Next thing I know, she blesses me while I am at her feet weeping like a small boy. I cried because I missed her a lot all this while. I cried because she loved me unconditionally. And then I wake up in reality to see the rays of the sun light up the sky. And from that moment, I have barely spoken. Don’t know how long I will be violently silent….. I miss her a lot….
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Shopping mall….
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Jun 7, 2009 3:42 am
Mood: contemplative,
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I believe that the world or universe or the cosmic engulf is like a big shopping mall… you ask for anything, pay a price and you have it delivered at your door… but the problem is, you have to be precise of what you want….
Unfortunately, I have been imperfect with regards to my requests and so its only junk that has been delivered to me all my life... lol… I don’t blame the perfection of the world but I blame myself for asking ambiguous stuff. I have to blame myself for the broken relationships, lost jobs, shattered peace, physical inability due to my imperfect shopping list…. Lesson learnt the hard way but it’s worth the entire price I paid…
Good day all…
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Anger management…
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Jun 5, 2009 3:55 am
Mood: enthusiastic,
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I am enrolling myself to guitar classes. Guess why??? I was suggested to do so by my mentor to control my anger. Apparently she thinks that my anger is jeopardizing my progress. What the heck!! Now I have a reason to love weekends… jimmy Hendrix, joe satriani and tranquil tj. Lol…
Cheers all…
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Is this all there is???
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May 30, 2009 5:02 am
Mood: curious,
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Thinking, contemplating, reading, working, studying, practicing yoga, writing, creating, waiting intently, etc…. does anyone else have an interesting apart from this or am I just bored of repeating them over and over??? It seems that I have not had a good conversation for a really long time…. I meet a lot of people everyday but no one is interesting beyond the second minute…
They are talking bills, salary, relationship, pubs, sex, football, house mortgage blah blah blah… it seems that the problem is with me that I am not able to take them…. But there should be life beyond this…. Anyone knows of it??? Or should I consult a psychologist??? Lol…
Cheers…
tj
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Not yet…
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May 28, 2009 4:43 am
Mood: hopeful,
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Staying alone in my world, building it from the scratch, with no one around for a quick reference, I feel sometimes the need to rest…. I want the kind of rest where I am never bored of my activities. A day wherein I meet a lot of kids, play with them, learn from them to be fearless, teach them things I learnt from my mistakes. And eventually see them steer this mad society off to the greener lands of right living….
I also want to take rest by meeting the old and wise men and women who are just few moments away from the final perish. Learn from them the real value of life. Take their advise without questioning and practice it without flaw. Fill them with enthusiasm by being their physical instrument; make them feel wanted and not treat them like a social outcast.
Yes, those are my resting days but ….NOT YET….
Cheers…
Tj
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