More to it than....

Knowledge itself is power, but as I’ve always known, theirs more to it than books.

When you go to school for the first time most of the kids already have a germinated seed of knowledge in them. But the school is like a dictionary, that’s helps you read the book of wisdom, its not The Book of wisdom.

Your life is the book of wisdom, important events in your life its chapter, you its main character. Your parents merlin to your Arthur, dronacharya to your Arjun.

Majority of the people in this world don’t understand this. They think that the book is the same for everyone. Its more like a maze with millions and millions of permutation and combination of options and opportunity on page one, the course of the story of your life depends on the choices you make on each page, which leads you to another completely different page with more choices!

Personally I’ve never liked the dictionary in my entire 21 yeared life! But that’s because I am good at interpretation of an new unknown word. What I do is read the whole sentence again and think how does this word fit in the sentence and not the other way round i.e. I don’t jump to the dictionary and look up the meaning that’s generally perceived.

And it works for me because sometimes the meaning that the dictionary gives does not fit. You have to find your own meaning.

That is knowledge , its not knowing the dictionary by heart, its knowing your heart in the dictionary!

I am not saying that schooling is essentially bad or waste of time but its like knowing you’re A B C’s without knowing 1 2 3’s. its somehow incomplete!

We all know the Einstein and Warren Buffet’s of this world did not conform to the schooling of this world but they did shine through the darkness because they believed in interpreting there own book of wisdom.

Even when half the world thought him mad in the beginning Copernicus never doubted that the earth revolved around the sun.

What everyone need to know is that inspite of a having a slight disadvantage of never having a complete dictionary for themselves these people used the system of education to there advantage.

They never let the system work them but made it work for them. There is a slight difference.

These people never followed the path of the turbulent river nor did they row upstream. What they did was distinguished themselves into small tributaries which are essential to the river but are different from it.

A book would tell you how a computer works but it wont tell you that its necessary to pay the electricity bill for it to work!

A dictionary would tell you that death means the end but it wont tell you it also means regeneration or a new life.

On the other hand if you are the worlds most intelligent person and you sit at home never letting people know what you can do for this world for them you are a nobody!

So…. “knowledge may give you weight but accomplishments give luster because many more people see than weigh.”

On this piece of wisdom from my personal book go be a tributary not the river.

Ciao

Shikanji VS Ice-Tea

For all those ignorant snob out there, a shikanji is a khatta meetha nimboo-pani.

Sometimes if you are lucky its got jal jeera in it too! And let me tell you it tastes absolutely heavenly when you have been running around the town doing countless things and you don’t even have any time for a quick bite.

Generally it can be found under a tree shade or a small decrypt gully on a thela.

Bhaiya, the vendor keeps a earthen-ware, ghada, filled with ice cool water without ice(and its harmful effects).

Invariably people who drink it are down to earth, street smart and money smart too.

They don’t pay outrageous sum of money to buy water in designer bottles, when they can get it for free from they tap. Its not about money for these people, just the funda .

Why should they pay for designer water when tap water is perfectly fine, sometimes even better than bottled water. Most of the bottled water is just refined filter water that tastes yuk! What with all the minerals gone out of them.

These people are perfectly content to eat 5Rs wada pav on the corner shop or the local station, than spend absurd amount of money in Mc Donald's to eat a burger that’s not even tasty! (Actually whats with the Mc Donald people don’t they know that this is India, you’ve got to put some salt and spice in that thing and cook it. We aren’t at cro magnon stage any more that we eat raw uncooked no spiced food. Sheesh.)

They do this not because they cant afford it but because they’d rather spend there hard earned money for better use than Mc Donald's.

These people do not go to the new “in” bistro to have a tinsy weensy cup of coffee for outrageous amounts of green cash, sit politely on the soft couch and talk non sense on non sense topics. Like how much does a car cost! Mahn a vehicle is a vehicle it takes you from point A to point B. Its eggactly like those duffer Americans inventing a million dollar pen to use in space when a pencil would have done. Duh!

No wonder they love shikanji.

Now for all those nose on the grind stone people ( hey! hey! hey! don’t take offense, I am on your side.)that get tired of the HI-FY’s flashing there platinum (plastic) cards walking past them.

Ice-Tea is a concussion of green tea in water with a dash of honey and lime. It comes in all size’s and flavors, varying from blackcurrant to strawberry.

Personally I can understand why in the world would someone want to drink strawberry flavored “chai”. Maybe its just me.

Oh yeah I forgot to tell you an important warning- ice tea often contains a tannin a diuretic! The good news is the places where you find Ice-Tea usually have these state of art ( why would anyone need art in a bathroom is beyond the capabilities of my mind) bathroom.

People usually frequenting places like barista and CCD are the rich kids. Bratz is more like it. Yup I called them bratz. With good reason because they sit there in their 800 rs tee’s n 1000 rs jeans with an apple i-pod and a qwerty pad mobile, drinking a 100 ml of bitter tasting thing for which they pay hundreds of rupees!

Oh the waste.

Whats pathetic is that not a single rupee from that 1900Rs ensemble draped on a worthless hide is their. nope they’ve never even lifted a single finger in there life for a single coin.

Wanna know something more hilarious, these kids body system go haywire if they even drink tap water by mistake. BAM! And they are sick. Such shitty immune system.

Oh no no no. but they still want the perfectly purified bottled water. Just a bunch of psychotics I tell ya.

If you put even one of this bratz on the road and tell them to go home with less than 50 rs in there pocket. I bet that they’ll hyperventilate at the though of riding the local bus with the lowly common people. on top of that they’ll panic when so many people brush against them in the post working hour rush.

It wont take a genius to know by now that this article has nothing to do with a couple of harmless drinks but about the mind set and mentality of youngsters.

Not to say that I ain’t one myself.

I have friend from both side of the tracks and I like everyone of them.

In either case guess who I’d choose. Ooh I like Ice-Tea just fine, I even love it some times. But its just that standing beside the thela and drinking shikanji after a days works with my so inclined friends would win hands down any time.

So go on have a drink on me.

Cheers!

restless nights

Even when i know nobody reads this, unless they are forced too, i'd like to think that people do see this.

On 24th march i'd completed a task that i gave myself.

It all started with me using orkut too much, so i vowed not to use it for a month. the first week was the hardest i didnt know what to do with myself. When I passed the milestone i thought why not another month and so a whole year went by. now a days i dont even remember why i was hooked on it.

But what i know is that the same thing is happening on Facebook and i didnt like, atleast i wasnt in denial. so here i am with another vow to stay away from FB for forty days!

when i used to excess it about average 10 times a day. so its been five days and i got restless with the extra time that i had on my hands.

thats when i decided to write atleast one article per day about something that really matters to me.

i hope anyone who reads them finds an emotion they can share with me.

that makes it 35 articles till 4th may!

Blood and gore

Red blood red

was her favorite color

scream scared scream

was her favorite sound

she’d start at the

big toe’s nail,

pull it out with a plier

wait for it to feel the pain

and scream itself hoarse

then move to the other

all the while

the blood flowed

all those brittle bones

small ones in those

bleeding toes

big ones all over the body

206 of’em waiting

just for her to

smash’em to pulp

and this was just the beginning

the soul wished he’d

never been born

she opened him up

as if he was a bean bag

with a zipper

lots of zipper’s

from wrists to shoulders

from ankle to hips

the flesh parted

above the rib cage

just like the curtains

on a stage show

for her

the iron and salt

smell of blood drifted

up from the floor

making her dizzy

the sight of blood

a heady intoxication

the world spinning

as she looked into

the souls eyes

and plunged the knife

in his still beating heart

while I stood there waiting,

watching and wishing

I was her.