Junkyard

And I am thinking hard about what to. This is one of those days when we really want to write something. But are unsure of why we feel so.

So, today before opening this word document, I sat and thought why & what do I want to write? Then after a few minutes, as I was unable to control my urge, I succumbed to my gut-feeling and opened this blank word document, spent some time on selecting my favorite font and font-size, and then began typing. As I wrote the names of the headings that came up to my mind, I didn’t know what I am going to write under that title.

So I typed, “I want to write something…” And this is how this article began. But now that I have written almost a paragraph about what I am feeling, I have begun to think that this whole idea was stupid and a bit of ‘crap’ that occurs occasionally in my head which again, is most of the time jumbled with random thoughts. And slowly I am realizing this page isn’t worth posting.

But I still badly feel that I want to continue pressing the keys which are right now, visible under my palms. I am continuously thinking if I should just press the red button with a white cross at the top-right of this word document and when the message box appears, if I want to save changes, I would just click no, and move away. But, I cannot bring myself to do that.

I think, writing this article is a waste of time for me. And I am sure that you, as a reader are feeling why I am reading this. May be, some of you will feel that, there might be something interesting at the end of this post. But let me assure you my friends, this is just another idiotic act of mine, the author of this blog to spend my time doing absolutely worthless things. I required approximately 3 and a half minutes writing this post. My head is empty. And I think I have had enough.

Now I feel it would have been better if I had done a little practice of Java or .Net programs, instead of whiling my time away in this manner. But, still somehow I feel satisfied by typing a page full of rubbish.

It was fun. Try it sometimes. Now, I feel sleepy.

So, I let go off the desktop (of course after publishing this post on the blog) and straight way I hit the sheets (i.e. the informal way of saying I am going to bed!) [:)] Have fun. And Do Keep Reading me.

Chao!

Whenever the “euphoria” of competitions grips my surroundings, if I ask any Tom, Dick or Harry, “Why are YOU taking part?”

I invariably get the answer, “I want to see where I stand (at district/state/national/international level!)”

(In my mind internally I feel, don’t you even know where you stand now?)

Well, forget it; the other answer which is more common now is, “Because I want a certificate!”

I have observed countless number of students asking to the in-charge, “Do you give participation certificate?” OR “Will we receive certificate immediately?”

And all I can say is “What the heck?” :-x

Damn it! Is this like some kind of a fad?

I want be surprised, if in a few days time, people start mentioning “Collecting Certificates” as a hobby :shock: (as if it were something similar to stamp/note collection, is it?)

Is that all what my generation craves for? “A Certificate” ? And what good it does you?

I spotted a novel on a book shelf in a shop, which had following words on its back cover: “We want things and keep wanting more things, without necessarily knowing WHY we want them!”

You ain’t fooling no one. You are yourself fooling you!

Give it some thought friends!

It will help. ;-)

In my town, Nagpur, this word has been adapted in our local languages (be it Hindi, Marathi or whatever you speak around!)

Now what does this word mean?

As I know, Setting in normal English means situation, locale or surroundings.But, where I live, this word is used in an altogether different sense! 8-)

For e.g.:

“Abey, tension nako gheu. Mi setting jamavto/jamavte.” :neutral:

OR

“Itna costly liya kya? Mujhe batana tha, Maine setting se saste mein jamaya rehta!” :neutral:

OR

“Abey, Mehnat se kuch nahi hota, apni har jagah setting rehti hai.” :neutral:

Somehow, these sentences can be heard in every nook and corner of the crowded streets and we can easily find these words slipping even from the mouths of our own dear friends!

So, my question is, Do you think this kind of setting works…always?

And my despair is that, the people (like me) who are unable to do / haven’t tried setting yet, lag behind to the ones who live a life full of risky settings? :-?

If I pose such a question to the “setters” (i.e. the people who do setting :P), they will undoubtedly say that, it gets done things quicker, so why not?

May be!

But I think it will MOST probably land you in trouble, some fine day!

So, watch out! :roll:

That’s the place where I had been this Saturday night.

A complete Rajasthani Experience.

The foreigner’s who visit such places in search of “True India” find such places very exotic, interesting and a reflection or taste of the real India. :-?

Well, that isn’t completely false.

And about my experience there, I did all sort of ‘ajeeb’ things (the most unusual of me)

I danced with a small kid and two Rajasthani ladies on their folks songs. ;-) (The small kid dragged me to dance with him.) And our group took video clip and photos of the same.

Right now I have heena (Arabic mehendi ) on my left hand and its smell is going inside my nostrils.

This may not sound ajeeb (i.e. weird at all). But, it is. And now for the weird things that I saw there…

The two ladies that I danced with, later on picked a needle and a blade with their eyes. 8-O (Can’t describe this more. You have to see it to believe it) Then, a man put off a big fire (on a mashaal) by putting it inside his mouth. 8-O

A small boy did all sort of acrobatics on a thin rope tied on two poles (while his father was playing dholak and his mother some other instrument) 8-O

Some people were laughing and jeering. (Some were even showering 10 rupee notes)

But, I don’t know why, I had goose bumps. I couldn’t see it. I felt terribly sad looking at the boy. His face looked pale and he was so used to do all these things that he had no trace of fear on his face and his moments were terribly swift. I could not look at it for long. So, as I walked away.

It was sad to see the family, making their son to dance and act to earn money.

(Some may say that’s their way of earning money. But, if it is, it’s horrible)

Later, we ate food. And boy! It was so delicious. I took a lot of photographs.

There were a lot of charpoys laid there. I slept on one of them and stared at the night sky.

It looked beautiful! :D

We returned with a lot of good memories. :D

Alphabets, letters, numbers, special characters, words, sentences and more horizontal or vertical lines…Nothing else.

In short, everywhere text surrounds!

Text on White-board. Text in SMS. Text in Emails.Text on Hoardings. Text in Textbooks. Text in Novels. Text on Television. Text here. Text there. Text on my screen right now!

Talk in Text. Walk in Text.

More alphabets and more numbers!

I don’t why but I can suddenly sense that I have become aware of all the text that has engulfed my world.

Every few hours my cell phone buzzes so that I read a new message which is again in “text”. Again you have to send a reply in “text”. Because calling is costly. And I don’t know why but all of us are big balance-savers! I have to even remember the toughest terms for all my theoretical exams.

It’s kind of nice to be able to converse in text. But, it’s sometimes irritating. I feel it’s better to go and speak face to face.

But, I give my heart-felt sympathies towards all my fellow youthful citizens, who like me, waste their precious time in messaging & encounter these alphabets and numbers and are not able to detach themselves from this, what can I say, habit!