Look what's happened now

The other day something got me pondering over the existence..or rather, the possibility of what they go on and on about as unconditional love. And i was pretty much surprised at myself when i finally came to the conclusion that it does not...cannot exist. The rationale was based mostly on two factors , one, that expecting is human nature and much as you fight it, it will, at some level somehow creep in, and even if u began loving unconditionally(or so u thought), there will come a point where you will begin to expect the same, and there goes unconditionality out of the window.The second factor is much simpler- even unconditionality is a condition.

Now that is all very good. But the funny part is that for years, the idealist in me has prevailed over realist...at least as far as thoughts go. And the idealist has been supressed, bashed up, hammered down, but bottomline is, it has prevailed. Now, however, i feel the realist winning more often, and practicality constantly disrupting the romantic trend of thought. And i don't know whether to be thrilled or... well...not thrilled.

Maybe it's just the heat.

RAIN, YOU STUPID DROPS OF WATER, RAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!

So for two years i was a number, and today i'v been promoted to being a 'case'. I wonder what it'll be next...a theory maybe, or oh a yardstick for meaningless blogging.

Am sure a man created this one...

ran into this gem in Bombay Times...

Why do they call it PMS?
coz Mad Cow Disease was already taken.

...And I have no idea why I am posting this, am no alcoholic (yet) and if I were, i would certainly not be an anonymous one. I dunno really, for some weird reason i found a little solace in the following.

THE TWELVE STEPS
1. We admitted we were powerless over alcohol - that our lives had become unmanageable.

2. Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.

3. Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.
4. Made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves.

5. Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs.
6. Were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character.

7. Humbly asked Him to remove our shortcomings.

8. Made a list of all persons we had harmed, and became willing to make amends to them all.

9. Made direct amends to such people wherever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.

10. Continued to take personal inventory and when we were wrong promptly admitted it.

11. Sought through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with God, as we understood Him, praying only for knowledge of His will for us and the power to carry that out.

12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these Steps, we tried to carry this message to alcoholics, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

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(shrug)

I walked beside the evening sea
And dreamed a dream that could not be
The waves that plunged along the shore
Said only, "Dreamer, dream no more."

Farce Kapital

Besides being a lot of other things, the Russians are incredibly predictible people. Maybe it is the result of the whole Communism shit which is in any case only a foil to the probably entirely-mafia-controlled country, but the fact remains that the average russian knows when he wakes up in the morning, how his day, week, i daresay even lifetime is going to unfold. And the average russian's neighbour also knows how the average russian's day, week and lifetime is going to unfold because the average russian's neighbour's day, week and lifetime is going to unfold in an identical manner. No, that is not confusing. The russians strive to avoid any sort of confusion (maybe that's what inspired Mr. Marx) and even that leads to the predictibility factor. Perhaps that is the reason why they carry their passports like we carry our backs.

So if you look at the face of it, there is no confusion, no uncertainty (because uncertainty is just too certain for them to qualify as uncertain any more), no problem. There are, however, undercurrents. And underneath those, there is a volcano of chaos. Only a matter of time...

Meanwhile,every russian, including Mikhail Gorbachav, the man behind the thawing of the cold war, knows the exact spot where Mikhail Gorbachov will be buried when he dies.

Happy Birthday, Steve!

He turned 40 today... the one man i have never seen for real, but who i owe most of my little achievements to.

I used to laugh sometimes when i thought about how i always took a minute alone with his picture just before every one of my 10th standard board exams...thought it was kiddish, then did the exact same thing this year during the 12th standard exams. I still laugh about it, but i know it will continue.

The awe started, if i remember correctly, during the '99 World Cup when he got his team to win 7 matches in a row to not only stay in the tournament, but also to subsequently win it. The adoration came soon after, when i read about Udayan, the school he has set up in Kolkata for the benefit of underprivileged kids. The admiration began when he played both, cricket and Holi with them.

"There are only two ways to go in a crisis- either you beat it, or the crisis beats you. I hate being beaten" ... the 23 words that have guided me almost unscathed through umpteen hopeless situations, a handful of absolutely horrendous maths tests and a semi-broken heart.

I could go on and on and on about all he has achieved, all he has done for other people and on all the inspiration that many many people the world over, including patients of terminal illnesses have drawn from him...but i can't , one because i know of only a fraction, two because in a weird way, its not very Steve Waugh to imply things...even angelically good things (and sometimes satanically good things when he scrapes australia through against us!!!).

Happy Birthday, Steve... i would have been a different person if, 40 years ago, one baby had not been delivered in some hospital in New South Wales...

... but my country would have won a lot more cricket matches!