Small Town Girl

Lost in the past that I often miss...
Lost in the pictures of old memories...
Lost in the beauty that I see today...
Lost in the things that life has given me
Lost in the crowd with no uniqueness in me...
Lost in thoughts that I often love to think...
Lost in people whom I love and care..
Lost in this world while trying to understand..
Lost in words where my thoughts are born..
Lost in my own world where people don't know that it really exists..
Lost in fantasy where my imagination goes wild..
Lost in Art which is my addiction with passion..
Lost in search of Destiny, finding wherever it leads me!

EVERYONE and their grandmothers have heard 'Sheila ki jawani' by now. In fact, the grandmothers have heard the song more carefully, since they are the only ones who have that name these days (a big shout out to Sheila Dixit!). Which begs the question, WHY is 'Sheila ki jawani' shot on Katrina Kaif? More importantly, how could your name be 'Sheila, Sheila ki jawani?!' What kind of a surname is 'Ki Jawani'? (No offense to my Sindhi friends if i'm being ignorant here!) How could anyone have a surname like that?!


Katrina Kaif in Sheila Ki Jawani is like a mannequin dancing. She has the perfect mannequin body... but then again, she also has the mannequin face! When you hear the song and see Katrina’s bod, you go, 'Woah, Jawani!’ (yes, YOU go… i’ve heard you! Don’t lie now!). But then you see Katrina’s face and you go, 'Wait, THIS is Sheila?’ I think Katrina’s too pretty to carry off her own body. Yes, I say intelligent things like that sometimes.

So keeping all the constraints in mind, here are the grandmothers whose jawanis need to be sung about:
1. Baa ki jawani: Remember Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Baa-hua karti thi? Remember Baa? The superwoman, whose age at the end of 10 generation leaps, would have been some 250 years, but who STILL didn’t have grey hair? That’s the kind of jawani i'm talking about! And can’t you totally imagine Baa shaking it at one of the various family functions/Diwali special/New Year special/extra marital affair special/funeral special/generation leap special?

2. Pratibha ki jawani: Pratibha Patil may look 200 years old, yes, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be a badass! Apart from being the first woman President of India, she also holds the record for being the oldest woman. No wait, that doesn’t sound right. … Oh yeah, she holds the record for being the oldest woman… TO fly in a combat jet at a speed close to supersonic speed. Can YOUR grandma do that? CAN SHE?

3. Rekha ki jawani: Call it botox, or call it yoga. Okay lemme call it yoga… to avoid lawsuits. No one may know the REAL secret of Rekha ki jawani (it’s yoga), but whatever it is (it’s yoga), it sure has helped Rekha maintain her skin, face, skin, body, skin, and everything else on her face, body and skin (it’s yoga). It’s got to be yoga, right? (It’s yoga)

What do you guys think? Katrina’s jawani? Or Baa’s? Or are there any other grandmas that you dream of that i’ve forgotten? (That’s very disturbing on your part, by the way) :P :)

What was left when that fire was gone?
I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong...

All caught up in the eye of the storm,
And trying to figure out what it's like moving on...

And i don't even know what kind of things I've said,
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead ...

So, picking up the pieces, now where to begin?
The hardest part of ending Is starting again!

A water bearer had two large pots, each hung on one end of the pole he carried across the back of his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream, the cracked pot arrived only half full. This went on every day for two years, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots of water to his master's house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishment and saw itself as perfectly suited for the purpose for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its imperfection and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived as bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.

Why? asked the bearer, What are you ashamed of?

For the past two years, I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws you have to work without getting the full value of your efforts, the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and out of compassion he said, As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path. Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the wildflowers on the side of the path. The pot felt cheered.

But at the end of the trail, the pot still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and again it apologized for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That is because I knew about your flaw and took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you have watered them for me. For two years, I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. If you were not just the way you are, he would not have such beauty to grace his house.

What is the moral of the story ?

Each of us has our unique flaws. We all are cracked pots. But a compassionate and expert person can engage us in some good service, and then we can be useful, despite our defects.

How can we apply this in our own life ?

01) Whenever we notice some flaw in others, instead of criticising them for their own flaws, we need to have compassion and love for them.

02) And we need to continuously and vigorously strive on, to explore the ways and means as to how we can utilize even that flaw in others in our beloved Lord's service, just as the water-bearer did after he noticed the crack in the pot.

For the want of enthusiasm / inspiration to write something original, here's something i read, and love :)

Being a twenty-something...........

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at what ur studyin or ur job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the BOTTOM and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone! but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.

You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you are scared just to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it.We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. For all the twenty-something people reading this, maybe it will help you feel like you aren't alone in ur state of confusion...

Its called "Quarter-life Crisis." nothing is constant......except change. whats life without a few risks? keep playing the game ! Just take care and be good .. & be Honest to yourself.

If u want happiness for an hour, take a NAP.

If you want happiness for a day, go for a PICNIC.

If you want happiness for a week, go on a VACATION.

If you want happiness for a month, get MARRIED.

If you want happiness for a year, inherit WEALTH.

If you want happiness for a lifetime, learn to LOVE WHAT YOU DO.

\m/ :))

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well...
Here is the "Bonus Question" on the exam: "Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?"
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different Religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa (a girlfriend of mine during my Freshman year) that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.
The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A."