The Days Of Our Lives

What is an argument really? I feel that it is nothing more than a difference of opinion. When 2 (or more) people cannot come to a consensus, thats an argument right there.

Arguments can be pretty dangerous. Arguments can wreck lives. Arguments can devour entire nations. All because arguments have the ability to turn love into hate.

Arguments can be sorted out if one of the two members involved is ready to change his mind; ready to change his opinion. But aaha!! That is where the ego comes in. The ego (or is it the superego I'm not too sure) makes sure that the argument lives on, grows into its full destructive nature, causes as much damage as possible. But what is interesting is - that instead of one member conceding defeat, it is now both parties who lose.

The Mind is a wonderful creation indeed!!!

I listen to a lot of music; make that A LOT of music. Most of the time I hardly pay attention to the lyrics but some songs catch you off-guard. The one-man band Nine Inch Nails best known for their industrial rock came out with this song called "Right Where It Belongs"; some of the lyrics of which I am quoting below. Make a lot of sense, don't they?

See the animal in his cage that you built,
Are you sure what side you're on?
....
What if everything around you,
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know,
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection,
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks,
Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?
....
What if all the world's inside of your head?
Just creations of your own
Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
And you're really all alone
You can live in this illusion,
You can choose to believe.
You keep looking but you can't find the woods,
While you're hiding in the trees

How is it that you can spend an eternity loving someone and forget it all one fine moment and feel complete aversion towards that person? Is the heart to blame? Is it that love comes from the heart and hatred comes from the brain; and is brain the stronger of the two; is it correct in being so?

Why is it that the ones that love us the most (and vice-versa) hurt us the most?

Really how thin is the line between love and hate?

Warning : Veggie readers might find this post a but offending. Apologies for the same.

My dad is a hardcore non-veggie. Probably the reason why I am a hardcore non-veggie. When I was leaving Delhi to start off my new life as a student in Bombay 4 years ago (which now seems like an eternity), I decided that I would try and give up the non-veg. I didn't drink, I didn't smoke (both of which I still don't; which is quite a miracle in itself); the only 'sin' I thought I committed was eating non-veg. But that is something which I could not give up, thanks to my dad.

Probably the best place for a non-veggie these days is KFC. I think they understand what chicken lovers love - chicken! (duuuh, obviously :P ) Today, a couple of my friends and I decided to quench our thirst of meat. So, we started out on our quest for KFC. Instead, we ended up at this shack called 'Rajinder Da Dhaba' (Mind you, Delhi is 'the' city of dhabas). The food was amazing; not to mention dirt cheap. What would have costed around 800 bucks at KFC was ours for 200.

Anyway, the point of this post is not to gloat over my love for chicken. Rajinder Da Dhaba seemed kind of familiar to me. Which is when I realised that my dad used to take the little old me and the rest of the family out there for dinner all the time; a good 10 years ago maybe. Back when my dad was here in Delhi; back when I was here in Delhi. Then things changed - my dad was transferred all over India and I went to Bombay, leaving behind my home. The nostalgia today tasted better than the food. Maybe Delhi is not such a bad place after all. :)

Well it seems I'm back. Although I've said this a lot of times in the past, this time I mean it (maybe).

A lot of changes have happened in my life. I am no more a student. I am no more a part of IIT. I am now one of those thousands of IIT graduates thrown around India and the world. If its one thing I gotta admit, it would be this - IIT is an experience in itself. A couple of years ago I had heard this from one of my then-passing-out senior - Whatever happened, happened but thank God I came to IIT." I now believe it myself. Most people consider IITians to be nothing more than nerdy geeks who sit in front of their books entire day. Coming from a guy who's been there, IIT life is ANYTHING but that. IIT is about growing up, meeting intellectual people and never caring about the little things in life.

Anyway, ode aside, here's where I stand now. I am currently in New Delhi, the capital of India; and I am here for good. It feels great coming back home after a gap of 4 years. (And what glorious 4 years they were!) Also great is the fact that I have friends here who still remember me after that hiatus. The fact that 2 of them came over at midnight with a cake on my birthday (which was a few days ago - Happy Birthday to me!!) is testimony to that. That doesn't mean that I don't miss my not-so-old buddies; I miss them like crazy.

Also, my love for the great city that is Delhi has now worn down. Bombay does that to people I guess. But nevertheless I'm in the process of making it my home again. But damn it; if I don't find any water bodies around here soon I'm going to go postal. :)

P.S.: A warm hello to everybody, esp. Mizfit who I ran into a couple of days ago and who is an absolute darling. :)

"We come out of the airport, after all the discussion about senti, some with pity, some talking about PT, etc. Shaggy notices his car, which was present, for sure, as he was the one to get it there, seems to be nowhere. He exclaims, "Dude, where's my car?"

But fortunately, this wasn't the first time his car had got towed, so he unhappily starts walking down the familiar path towards the chowki. As company, me and Dixi. Dixi looks far into the infinite. He recollects painfully, "I was once in a police station." You can be sure his reminiscences get him emotional. But he is stronger now. And you can say that when you see his hard eyes on the mention of the name of the police. I ask, "Have you seen, 'Dude, where's my car?'." Shaggy was not quite in the mood to comment, but Dixi came out of the trance suddenly, saw some guy disturbing him and shouted, "Have you seen, 'Dude, Sudeep Kamath fell down the flyover!' " I replied in the negative and Dixi added that I must rather not see that.

Back to the car, Shaggy finds himself fined Rs. 100 for parking wrongly and Rs. 200 as towing charges. Shaggy complains to us, "Maine kab kahaan inko tow karaane ko?" and insists that Dixi show the finger to the officials while we leave. This however, was not to be the case. Shaggy therefore, stuck to his desire of having Dixi show the finger to every other person visible on the trip back. Dixi tried to "konsole" Shaggy by arguing that Rs. 300 is worth any hot babe and definitely Shilpa Shetty. The point however, that must be noticed, is that Dixi did not recognise Shilpa Shetty at all in the airport. On my word, finally, they both seemed to find it credible that Shamita was with her too. "So, two hot babes! What is Rs. 300?" blurts Dixi.

So, the car moves on and it is christened, "The car of might" by Shaggy finally getting the sad money transaction out of his mind. "THE CAR OF MIGHT" he shouts.

"This is the car of might". To prove this point, Shaggy performed all kinds of acceleration and jerking. Finally, when back in insti, Shaggy used to drive very fast and suddenly slow down on encountering a speed-breaker, slowing down and actually stopping right on it. This seemed to annoy Dixi to a pleasant extent. And he started looking like Dixi."

P.S.: Not written by me but since I enjoyed it, I though might as well post it. Everything written above is true! And Shilpa Shetty (who we had the pleasure of catching a glimpe of at the airport) is HOOOTTTTTT!!!!