So, I am back at my office and im sooooo happy.... ystrdy, the pals i spoke after attaining freedom from India Mart thght I should audition for 'Loony Tunes'.  But it takes a bad experience for one 2 appreciate wht we have...  in my case I appreciate Jha ji and Damordar Ji who get me my cup of timely tea 2my work station ... my saviours!:D 

as you can read, due to lack of tea , i ended up writing "I Simply Am"  voicing the delirious me, who had'nt had anything 2 eat the entire day courtesy India Mart (The 'wht piss me off' list is unending wrt this company!) I'm so happy to be out of there that I have decided to be completely non-productive today, so I am in a PINK t-shirt which no one on earth can take seriously, have my legs up on my chair and am happily blogging away and best of all its FRIDAY! yea! :D... 

So what should i address today? hmmmm..... lets see... I will write a list so that all of ya readers (:P) can see how loony I can get:

 

(me-thinking=hahahaha!!!) (i'm just happy so bear with me)

1. Animax VS Cartoon Network

2. A one-night stand is not wrong

3. Would you fight in World War III? 

4. Emotional fatigue 

5. Zeus VS Shiva

6. The position of Indian Goddesses in Male Chauvinistic Indian Mythology

7. Alternate professions for me: 

    a. Chimney sweeper

    b. Dramaturg

    c.  Embalmer

    d. Elevator Installer

    e. The person who pushes the button to launch a missile.

    f. Rat-catcher

    g. Slaughterer

    h. Toy maker

    i. Ink Maker

    h. Santa-clause's sleigh maker

Now i dont wanna think anymore, so i shall continue on this again... going 2 sleep and zone out for a while... 

    

Sandman

I am publishing some excerpts from Sandman, by Neil Gaiman

Chloe: When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly. You just lift one leg, then you lift the other leg, and you're not standing on anything, and you can fly. And then when I wake up I can't remember how to do it any more.
Sandman: So?
Chloe: So what I want to know is, when I'm asleep, do I really remember how to fly? And forget how when I wake up? Or am I just dreaming I can fly?
Sandman: When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
Chloe: But that's not fair...
Sandman: No.

DELIRIUM: What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?
MORPHEUS: There isn't one.
DELIRIUM: Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?
MORPEUS: No.

DELIRIUM: That person. Farrell-mond. What was he?
MORPHEUS: He used to be a God. When we last met, in Babylon, his sacrifices were dwindling, and many of his shrines had already been abandoned. I merely suggested that he find himself another occupation.
DELIRIUM: Oh. I didn't know you could stop being a god.
MORPHEUS: You can stop being anything.

Destruction: Times are changing, my brother... And this is what the invisible college has become. Have you been here before?
Sandman: I do not believe so.
Destruction: They are using reason as a tool. Reason. It is no more reliable a tool than instinct, myth or dream. But it has the potential to be far more dangerous, for them. They are exploring and creating, defining and dissecting...
Sandman: This is why you wished to speak to me? To show me that they are cutting up apes? That is nothing new. Do they think that they can impale the soul of it on their knives? That if they cut deep enough, they can extract its dreams, naked and writhing and screaming, from its head? Reason is a flawed tool at best, my brother.

ISHTAR: I know how gods begin, Roger. We start as dreams. Then we walk out of dreams into the land. We are worshipped and loved, and take power to ourselves. And the one day there's no one left to worship us. And in the end, each little god and goddess takes its last journey back into dreams... and what comes after, not even we know.

DESTRUCTION: I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust.
But I can pretend.

I Simply Am

hmmmm.. so its another mundane day at fucking India Mart for me.. where i have been living this whole week leading to much tiredness, bossiness, crankiness and not giving anyone an inch and have self labeled myself a 'Harridan' consequently. BUT, i decided to write something else that this stupid company and my job.. both of which will lead me to an early grave yet... so i plugged in to music, decided to get off the back of all the chauvinistic and incompetent men rand me and take a deeeep breath...

Topic: I Simply Am

Its the simple which carry the most of the deep thoughts and emotions. Whatever we feel truly is the easiest to translate. I find language and words insufficient when all I wants to say is in C-Minor. I am not much of a talker in the sense of words and language. Me and my friends keep inventing our own language to overcome this. Though I am not a gifted singer, I can carry a tune and true. Make me sing a song which i love and i will express deeply, give it all that i have and if your a keen listener you will know what my language. It always has been that simple for me.

It seems that people around are so busy discovering who they are through outside mediums. I don't know much about these mediums and shall not comment on them. I am lost and meandering through life. I will not be remembered for anything after death. I live my years in mediocrity and in the acceptance that I don't know what i was born to do. I live life as many others do. Maybe I am an ant in this life wrt the universe. I haven't done anything spectacular or Nobel winning. Can I try denying? I need to find a reason for going on. Oh! So many questions and not one answers that fit.
I do ask one question myself “Why do we needs so many answers?”

The greatest thing one can discover is themselves. All that we can be, we already have been. All the knowledge that we seek is within us. But sometimes not knowing it all, makes life bearable.

It surprises me me, this need and external validation of self. It it that tough to be honest with ourselves? We have faith in questionable gods but not ourselves? What if I am doing exactly what i was suppose to do? Should I keep thinking, chewing and muttering about all the questions and probable answers can I simply accept that I am?

Simplicity is beautiful. I am one person. I am a speck. I am definition. I live and hope. I have limitation yet limitless. An aspect can represent the All. I am dream and reality, destiny and freedom, delirium and rationality, desire and misery, death and birth. The endless. I am the bearer of these personification, truly I am endless and does time matter anymore? Even Gods are not eternal, they need adulation and devotion to exist, doesn't matter whether they get that in a brothel or temple. They fade in and out but not endless. As Neil Gaiman writes, 'We are patterns, repeating themselves'.

We live what everybody gets. No more, No less. We live a lifetime.