Nothing Short of Lovely.

You're nothing short of lovey. Your are the dawn of my happiness. It's so simple to trip over your smile and fall right into the deep valley of your beautiful personality. Your eyes, they mesmerize. Your dreamy voice keeps me hypnotized. Is it wrong to feel jealous that people like you exist? 

You make me laugh no matter what kind of situation I'm in and I wish that you live forever in my life. You're the reason I love losing sleep. You're the reason I look down at my phone, and smile; then walk into a wall. I am glad we became friends. You're one of my favorite people. I'm so incredibly thankful for having you in my life

Morning to evening, the whole night and times other than these I wish, I desire, I dream to see you smile always and forever.

The first 10000 Photographs.

“Your first 10,000 photographs are your worst.”

― Henri Cartier-Bresson

Thanks to digital media taking and sharing photographs has become part of our daily life. Unlike in the old times, when we were saving the precious film for very special moments, and were careful to pick a deserving occasion to snap our cameras, nowadays creating hundreds of snapshots is not reserved for professional photographers only. We all can do it. And because we can, this is precisely what we are doing.

You cannot walk along any street today without seeing at least one person aiming their camera or cellphone camera to take a photo. During important (and unimportant) events, we are often present only through the lens, trying to capture the best image and captivate the moment. Sometimes it seems that we are not there to enjoy it, but just to make sure that we have photographic evidence that we were there.

However, if I look back to the time when nothing was digital and instantaneous, our photographs had a different life and meaning. They were much more personal and we shared them with very few people. We would proudly show our albums to our distinguished guests and spend intimate family moments looking through them, remembering past holidays, important milestones and celebrations. We kept them and cherished them. Through them our memories got color and detail. We cared if we looked good on them, but not too much. We knew that it was just an instant and that it did not matter that our eyes were sometimes closed. What mattered is that we were there.

If I compare it to the present time, the way we use photographs has changed in so many ways. Because of the possibility to share them with a larger audience, our photographic creativity has grown. More people take artistic shots and it is definitely a plus. But if I look at our modest personal snapshots, we are often handling them in a similar way we handle junk food: for fast, instantaneous gratification: we snap, share, wait for the affirmation and snap again. We take thousands of them and delete thousands of them. We store them, lose them and forget them. There is sometimes so many photographs taken on the same event that we never have the time to go through them.

Imitating professional magazines, we often try to emulate their constructions, by posing, and trying stubbornly to get that perfect shot in which we look like cover models. Knowing that some of the photos may be shared, we are forgetting to just be, because we think we need to be our best. The photographs stop being preserved memories, they are becoming constructions of ourselves and the events that we took part in.

All this makes me think about the way our children will look at the thousands of photos we have taken of them, when they are grown. Will they be as precious to them as our own black and white printed photographs are to us? Or will they be too busy photographing their own lives to ever sit and look back?

“A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.”

― Diane Arbus

How to pass an exam without studying.

I was chatting on Facebook the other day with a “friend” (you know how you get a friend request and you just accept it even though you don’t know the person). She was trying to do two things at once; studying and Facebooking  spending time on Facebook. Well I got news for you... It’s not impossible! Matter of fact, you don’t even have to study.                                 
The “good Mantrian” in me finally thought this out:  Why not help all those frustrated students all over the world? 



Mental transformation - It’s all in the mind. Say it with me, “It’s all in the mind... It’s all in the mind”. Whenever we are out having fun on weekends I always tell my friends that if you want to be a great dancer, all you have do is try to nod your head in rhythm with the music beats, once you get that right every other body part would automatically follow. The same with planning to pass an exam without studying  all you have to do is tell yourself that you are a genius and that you can do it and you are good to go. I did that once in college, guess what I got 0.4 out of 10 (c’mon now, it was C+ programming)


Eat healthy - A healthy diet, a healthy body, a healthy mind. You wouldn't wanna go into the exam room starving or constipated or even worse with diarrhea right? Farting in an exam room would only make the examiner mad at you; in fact it would make the people seated next to you, mad at you. So eat carefully.


Take a good night’s sleep - The bible says, “Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we die”. A lot of centuries passed and a great soldier named Ernesto Che Guevara said the same words to his fellow soldiers before a battle, “Eat, drink and have merry; for tomorrow we perish”. Now unlike the bible or Che Guevara, you should understand that you aren't going die tomorrow, it’s just an Exam that you are trying to pass without studying... so don’t drink or have merry. Instead go sleep and ease your mind.


Avoid Pessimists - You know those students that always see negativity in everything? They like calling themselves realists; well it’s that kind of thinking that could make you fail that exam. The thing about Pessimism is that it is very contagious (spreads like a fucking plague). So stay away from people that keep saying, ‘this exam is gonna be difficult’ or ‘if you don’t study, you’ll fail’ instead, hang out with folks that say ‘do you know that (x times x) X x X is triple X?’ 

Have a backup plan - 4 years ago, some friends of mine went to a party and ate so much food (just because it was free) that their stomachs started to ache. Unfortunately, water was missing in toilet. Well, to make a short story long, they improvised and used their socks to wipe the shit off. NASTY huh?I don’t think so… that was like the brilliant backup plan ever! Just like Bear Grylls. So go into the exam room with a backup plan (I didn't use the word ‘CHEAT’ ey?)


So there you go: How to pass an exam without studying. Thank me later.

Disclaimer (for those people that would wanna sue me or use this as an explanation as, why they failed):  This process might not work for everybody. Just like any medicine, this one has side effects too.

Wait wait, one thing I’m curious about though: If you had time to read this blog post, why didn’t you have time to study?

Tell me things I wanna hear.

Let me introduce you to a very good friend of mine, Pauly Bindra the Octopus (*Note: He's NOT Paul the Octopus). Pauly has a special power. He's psychic. Someone who can predict the future! Who won unlikely worldwide fame by predicting the outcome of all the matches at the 2010 Football World Cup. He's mystic powers have earned him a lot of fans, friends and enemies alike.

So I decided to ask him something about my future. So here're some questions I asked him.

....And he's dead now.

RIP Pauly Bindra.

The Perfect Size.

How many of you fellas out there ever bought your girlfriend/wife panties? Anyone? NO?

One of my friend told me that he's going to gift a panty to his girlfriend on the Valentine's day. And I was like "Panty?? Seriously dude you deserve my salute, a middle finger salute "

Okay!! The point is, buying panties for her is so romantic in her point of view which is all good considering the fact that you are supposed to make her feel that way; special and shit. 

But back to reality, an important issue struck my mind; choosing the right size could be a major problem. And most of the girls tend to get mad when you don't get one that fits them right. Complaints like, "We've been together all this time and you don't even know which size I wear?" (Woman! I don't even know which size I wear!). Which will later lead to discussions with her BFFs talking about 'How the small things you do matter'... blah blah blah.

That's why I came to the conclusion that I'll buy my future partner panties accompanied with a list of other things;

•  Pair of scissors
•  Sewing thread
•  Needle
•  A tape Measure

(One more thing, Don't buy her Thongs or G-strings. Adjusting those is gonna need a real tailor)

Now the gift packing is always important. Ask the person at the store to do the packing for you, no matter how good you think you are at packing gifts you won't do it right. Remind them to put that lil red ribbon on top.

Give her the gift and let her try it on. Now, Three scenarios would be there; Either, it's too big for her OR it's too small for her OR if you are lucky enough, a Perfect fit. The third scenario never happens.

If scenario 1 happens, use the scissor, thread and needle to do the reduction. If scenario 2 happens, look for a pair of socks that you do not use, cut out a piece add it onto the small underwear and she's good to go.

An even better option, drop the freaking idea of gifting her underwear and go buy her another gift. Fair and square.

Your Blue Eyes And My Black Heart.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm capable of being a good friend. To be honest, I don't think I can ever be. Never was, never will. It's not like friends don't mean anything to me. It's just that I couldn't bring myself to care more than I would. It's not like I don't need them. It's just that I can live without them.

I didn't know friendship would be so exhausting. For once I just want things to not be so annoying and complicated but I always ended up with such shitty people. Maybe they don't get me, maybe they annoy the fuck out of me or maybe it's just me. I know it's just me. I'm the problematic one. For god's sake, maybe I should just learn how to fucking have a heart for real this time.

Or maybe it's time for me to just get out of this mess and start living in my own world.

Streetlights.

I've always found streetlights strangely beautiful.

I'm sure more people would, if only they took the time to look up. We often ignore what our eyes can't see, but then again, you can't ignore what your eyes never know. 

Bright, like candles hanging in midair above the terraces and ever changing colours of the traffic lights below. Above the green go, amber slow, red no, they stand stationary waiting for the light to break the dusk. 

Nothing but still, watching the blur of headlights. Silent and static amidst the chaos. It's a sight to look up and see this luminescence framed by some vast expanse of dark and stars flickering softly in the background. "Turn your head up" is all they'd ever ask if they could speak. Politely, of course.