good deed bad deed

Now i have read two really gr8 philosophical blogs in the past few dayz...thats like the best week in my whole life...The deep philosophy although sometimes boring but it really puts ur mind out ...I present the following copied from good deed bad deed

The two of us lay on the terrace on a clear night, both of us with a joint lit in our hand and stared at the sky. She suddenly broke the silence.“People become stars when they die…”I looked at her as her face reflected the orange glow of the lit joint. ‘Where did that come from?’ I thought. I figured being high on weed makes you philosophical so I put in my own two cents.“They go to Heaven. The bad ones go to Hell.”A trail of smoke emerged from my lips as I spoke and danced in the air, reaching for the stars.“Who’s a good person and who’s a bad person?” she asked, her voice husky due to the weed, never taking her eyes off the stars.I looked at her again. ‘Nope. She isn't kidding around.’ I thought. She was expecting an answer.“Good people are good people and bad people are bad people…” That was all I could think of saying. “…you know what I mean?”“I don’t.” she replied and took a deep breath. She really was high.“Umm…good people are the ones who have done good deeds and bad people are the ones who have done bad deeds.” I explained and took a last long drag hoping the explanation was good enough.“What is a good deed and what is a bad deed?”“Can you stop the crap now? You are ruining the trip.” I said wiping off the sweat on my forehead and started rolling another joint.She completely ignored my request. “Is smoking weed or having sex or fighting a sin?”“Yeah, I guess so.”“So we are going to Hell?”I kept quiet. She looked at me. I looked back. Then she went back to staring at the stars. My silence must have told her I didn’t have an answer. She was quiet for a while. Just when I thought the conversation was finally over, she spoke again.“If I kill a man and I think I’m not wrong, then I’m right. I haven’t done a bad deed.” She paused to look if I was listening, then to her finished joint which she replaced with a new one and took a deep drag.“…and if I haven’t done a bad deed then it has to be a good deed. I think smoking weed isnt a bad deed either…”She paused for a few seconds and looked at me smoking. It seemed as if she wanted me to somehow acknowledge what she said. I was thinking about it anyway.She continued. “…so that means there is no such thing as a bad deed. Then there is no one who goes to Hell. If everything is a good deed then everyone goes to Heaven. That means we are living in Hell.”The fact struck me hard as if someone had punched me in the stomach. It was the deepest thing I had ever heard. ‘I am in Hell smoking weed and going to Heaven for that.’ I thought.“Okay. So you kill a man and you think it is right. So it is a good deed and you go to Heaven. This place is Hell, and everyone goes to Heaven. Agreed? But what happens if you feel guilty?”The question made sense, I could make out by her expression. She twitched her eyes a little, then frowned. The question bothered her but only for a few seconds and then she looked up at the sky again, smiling.“I think feeling guilty is a good deed.”

Hihghhghg

I have been freaking restive for the past one month..gud music is playing in my mind most of my time..and am high on high creating hormone serotonin(and its nothing to do with hard drinks..)...my fingers are unable to rest..there's a constant verve to them..

Perfect things never come to an end!

This post is a direct copy

There's one sad truth in life I've found
While journeying east and west -
The only folks we really wound
Are those we love the best.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.
~Ella Wheeler Wilcox

People are not wrong! It's the striking of chords amongst two souls that makes things hard. No matter how bad you may find someone, there would always be someone to love that one and no matter how good you are, a certain set, a certain amount of souls hate you.. for something may or may not been done by you! So true, “People are lonely because they build walls instead of bridges.”. I've learned in my lifetime so far that you can't help who you fall for and no matter how hard you try and how much it hurts you every day that you just want to be with them or just talk to them you never stop trying to make them happy by the little things you say or do because that’s what makes your life worth going on for.
You meet people, believe in them..talk to them, know them..and term them as friends. With days passing by, friends become good and better. Feelings grow along with humans. You discover love; you realize the importance of relationship. You become better friends and try naming it. Not always lovers, may be best friends...may be siblings...
Those who are rich in their friendship seem to be those who believe in lifelong relationship, who stay with their companions through thick and thin ,who weather the dry spells.
People find it hard to understand but with passing time you stop explaining. You know it's beautiful and precious. You put in your faith and trust. You start believing in its existence and work upon making it never ending. At times, you may fall for a relation that is weak enough that time or distance may separate it. You lose! But don't lose your heart. This was never a complete relationship. If it was, you shall cross paths.
"If you want something, you get it. If you don't get it, you really didn't want it at all."
That’s why I say, perfect things never come to an end.

P.S. To Shatab,
Being friends with you was the second best thing in this world. Finding you was the first!

P. P.S. Thank you for letting me write the 100th post :-)

Taj by chance

now lemme begin by asking u guyz..hav u been to Agra and hav u seen Taj Mahal?..
well I happened to be free one thursday nite after wrk and friday was a holiday for me..so me and my friends decided to chek out New York...I wsnt up for it ..bt girls luv this and so u hav to watch the movie with them...so coming to the point ..it ws a pretty late nite show..and were getting only front row tickets..so we decided to ditch the movie..and head for gurgaon..on the way..one of us came with a idea tht lets go to agra..we were all game..so we packed sm snacks and took along a fifth friend and started driving to agra at 2:00 am in the morning..we smhow managed to reach agra at 6:00...i ws bloody sleepy after halfway and pretty much slept in the bacck seat after ttht..

well well we asked sm dhaba guy for directions to Taj after reaching Agra and he tried to convince us tht Taj doesnt open up so early so we shud jst sit there..(wanted to increase his business)
then we strted to drive away and he told us tht since its friday ...so Taj would be closed ...we were like tht he is jst messing with us ...so we headed for taj and found out the truth :(
anyways we still got a posterior view of Taj ..not so beautiful bt nonetheless..it ws a good long drive...we headed back home then at 10:00 am and reached delhi by 2:00 pm
it ws a jollly gud long drive..

p.s.: I could actually bet tht atleast half of ppl who have been to Agra dont knw tht Taj is closed on Friday

types of guyz..

I have been away for sm time now..so hav not been able to write anything for past sm time...have been partying late till the wee hours and travelling...last nite ws the only one where I cud pack in sm sleep...:)
in btw ..those who listen to Wandy on 102.6 the 2:00am show ..she is back frm the dead(bombay i guess) after a long time..i heard her last week...cheerful as ever...
yesterday a long time friend had come back frm canada ...and in came a discussion abt the 3 types of guyz ...it seemed pretty funny to the ppl in canada he told..and even to ppl frm the rest of india...mayb the terminology is common to Delhi or jst IITDelhi even..or mayb even IITDelhi Nilgiri hostel ..
Chichora.ladkibaaz/laundiyabaaz and randhwha
Chichora ::are the ones (I consider myself one) those who dont care wat they say to girls.they have girls as their friends bt are free willy...speak their mind bt are never indecent too...jst like birdwatching most of the time..
Ladkibaaz/laundiyabaaz:: as the name suggests ..these are the guyz who have girlfriends and are mostly seen roaming with girls..they are either gay or hav actually girlfriends...
Randhwha:: these are guyz who dont hav girls and cant really do anything abt it...

listening to Common A dream

college ke din...

This one came as a forward to me......

yeh humara college yaaro

Yeh degree bhi lelo ye naukari bhi lelo,

Bhale Chheen lo mujhse USA ka Visa...........

magar mujhko lauta do college ka canteen,

vo chaay ka paani vo teeKha samosaa..........

kadi dhoop mein apne ghar se nikalnaa,

vo project ki Khatir shahar bhar bhataknaa,

vo lecture mein doston ki proxy lagaanaa,

vo sir ko chidhanaa ,vo aeroplane udaanaa,

vo submission ki raton ko jagnaa jagaanaa,

vo orals ki kahani vo practical ka Kissaa.....

bimaari ka reason de ke time badhanaa,

vo doosron ke assignments ko apnaa banaanaa,

vo seminar ke din paironka chhatpatanaa,

vo workshop mein din raat pasinaa bahanaa,

vo exam ke din ka bechain maahaul,

par vo maa ka vishvas - Teachar ka Bharosaa.....

vo pedon ke neeche gappe ladanaa,

vo raaton mein drawing sheets banaanaa,

vo exams ke akhari din theatre mein jaanaa,

vo bhole se freshers ko hamesha sataanaa,

without any reason common off pe jaanaa,

test ke waqt table mein kitabon ko rakhnaa,

isi tarah teachers ko dena Jhansaa........

college ki sabse purani nishaanee,

vo chaiwala jiseke yahan tha ghanto bethna

vo uske hathon ki Adarak (ginger) ki chaay meethee,

vo chupkese journal mein bheji hui chitthi,

vo padh tehi chiththi uska bhadakna,

vo chehre ki laali vo aankhon ka Gussaa.....

college ki wo saari lambisi raatein,

vo doston se canteen mein pyaari si baatein,

vo gathering ke din ka ladnaa Jhagadnaa,

vo ladkiyon ka yuhin hamesha akadnaa,

bhulaaye nahin bhool sakta hai koi,

vo college, vo batein, vo shararatein...

kaash hum phir dohra sakte kahani......

vo kagaz ki kashti vo barish ka pani

listening to Kanye West - Can't Tell Me Nothin' Offical