It bothers me to answer such questions that sprout from the fertile ends of my brain - Would you be willing to give up all your wealth to meet the one person you've ever truly loved for just one time?

A couple of days ago I met up with a friend who had come to Delhi to apply for some course. Two days ago, she got engaged. Its funny, for she'd just been telling me how irritatingly dumb is the concept of 'staying with one man for the rest of your life'. I called her today and she was all-smiles. I don't understand how people change their beliefs overnight. What is it thats so drastic which makes such a dramatic alteration in their thought-process. I'd love to know.
My day could be rated as moderately okay. I had an accounts test in the morning which went real well. The rest of the day it rained like crazy at school and I was too worried to let my clean hair be spoilt in the rain. I guess the romance runs out of rains after you've had too much of it - like its been happening in Delhi recently.
Had hot chocolate fudge for dinner *mental note to check weight in the morning*. Am currently downloading movies - Finding Nemo, Legally Blonde 2, Down with Love and And Now Ladies and Gentlemen. I slept a bit in the evening - so aren't anticipating sleep for the night as for now. Have lots of thoughts zooming in my head but can't seem to give them shape.
American Pie 3 is out - called American Wedding. Thats next on the download list. Gosh.. so many movies I want to watch - I wish hindi movies could be that exciting.

What if we could get our thoughts copyrighted? What if we had the power to limit our ideas to our brains and anyone else who would think of the same, even if originally, could be sued. Even killed.
Almost like I came up with a storyline somewhere in my thoughts - Aliens attack Earth and cause massive destruction, only in the end it is discovered they are not extra-terrestrial beings but few terrorists trying to destroy the world disguised as aliens(just an example!). Now my brainwaves automatically send this idea to some sort of satellite device where it is registered and copyrighted under my name.
Tomorrow, you think of the same thing. Your brainwaves send the thoughts to the satellite from where you get some sort of 'Not Authorized To Think' message and you're debarred from thinking about it because I've already thought of it! If you however continue to think about it, you'd be sentenced for life. And if you proceed further to provoke someone else to think about it by communicating the thought - you'd be hanged.
Now thats an interesting thought that deserves a copyright in itself...

First and foremost - A very Happy Friendship's Day to everyone kind enough to visit this sour little blog each day and chill it with your generous ice cubes. We're friends without considering our differences, without hoping any of us is perfect and without assuming that we would ever meet. We're friends because we laugh, share and believe each day of our lives and the common bond that holds us together is this terrific place called, the web.
I think a term like 'friendship' is highly under-rated when celebrated, so as to speak of, on the first Sunday of August each year. How many people truly deserve of being called friends? I think friendship is a relationship that makes you smile even years later when you reflect upon it. I don't believe that two people can remain friends forvever. I think its a filmi concept.
Like mom said today, with passing age the meaning of friends change. I think its wrong to anticipate the change in your friends only because your expectations from them have undergone a transformation. Maybe today I am looking for a friend who can lead and guide me right, tomorrow I may expect him/her to stand by my side. A perfect friend and a best friend are both fictitious concepts.
The very reason I woke up this morning was to check the SMS on my mobile and wonder who in the world wakes up at 8 on a Sunday to send an SMS? The rest of the day I made only two calls and received about five. Although, I follow the practice, I don't understand why we 'need' to return a friendship day wish. You consider me as a friend, I am honored, but why am I under a compulsion to express my considering you a friend? I believe - a friend is not someone who calls you up on the first Sunday of August - its someone looks forward to your call each day of the year.
In conclusion, while Abhi may still be on a lookout for a satin ribbon, while I am yet to thank Linus and Sarthak for their wishes - the truth prevails - we're friends, for no matter how frigid or sour life gets, this bond will hold us together...

Something's gone wrong with this world. People have lost their brains and thereby the capability to rationalize. They have also lost their hearts, thereby the capability to feel and their soul had vanished long back.
This morning, perhaps for the fiftieth time, my friend discussed her 'major tragedies of life' with me that I was aware of since long and had been guiding her on the same. Never once did she accept my advice, but still seeked it each day. So I turned to her and I said - 'Look, its pointless to ask me for advice, because I won't say what you want me to say and you won't do what I want you to do. You won't use your brains and I can't follow stupidity'. That made her quiet. For a whole hour I went on about the importance of making the right decisions in life and taking things seriously for a change.
She understood, she nodded through most of it. But she won't apply it - I am sure. Why she wants to deny the truth, why she doesn't rebel against my harsh words, why she doesn't face her self, is beyond my understanding. I don't mind fishing her out of trouble, I am always there for her, but I want her to realize she's the reason the trouble took place. How can someone be so oblivious to the truth?
Sometimes I think I should just shut up and let her live her own life. At the worst she'll make major mistakes and learn. But it tugs at my heart to see someone close pushing her life down the drain because she can't understand relationships and can't figure out life. Because she doesn't have a brain, a heart and a soul...

I am pretty wiped out today. Had a very busy day at school, did accounts through it all. I've even started dreaming of balance sheets - I need to do something before it drives me insane.
My friend Rupali bugged me most of the day to sing all the possible Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears songs (I hate them both, sadly I imitate their voices well). At the end of the day I was stuck singing 'Crazy in Love' (Beyonce) five times over. She asked me to record them in my voice on a cassette for her - I told her to get a life. Sometimes I seriously worry about that girl.
My economics teacher grills me by making me teach the other kids - whose getting the teaching fee anyway? I've also started dreaming of marginal cost curves and supply curves.
Had my accounts tuitions today, got lectured by my tutor to switch over to math from computers if I want to take up BCom. How in the world do I tell him computers are my life? My driving instructor turned up late, so cancelled my drive for the day - thankfully so. Instead spent time trying to spice up Amrita's new layout - really looking forward to its application.
I am getting three academic awards for my performance last year - 'First in Commerce', 'Highest in Computers' and 'Highest in Accountancy'. I so sound like a bookworm!
I have a business studies unit test on friday, four chapters of continuous ramblings about Bill Gates and Reliance. Tonight, I shall dream about fighting with the production manager for giving me wrong figures. Wish me luck - I want to win!

Its been a nightmare, I swear. All these days without blogging and all the madness over the server and the domain - really scared the Manjeet out of me (remembah Bhoot?). But sure as hell, I am glad to be back and boy, did I miss all of you.
Amrita has been a great support all these days - I am still thankful for the offer to move my blog temporarily on her website. Of course, Sarthak, Siddharth and Dhaval, you guys totally rock and rock-solid is the support that you've extended. Thanks a tonne.
For Rakhi, I went to Amritsar and had a blast of a vacation. So much so that it was actually upsetting being back home amidst the innumerable books and insensate tensions.
I will surely write more in a while, for now I must check the status of LimeIce...

Its commendable how the cinema so strongly influences our lives and thinking. Infact most of our beliefs about unknown or unexplored phenomenons can be credited to the cinema.
Little cousin Shobit saw Spiderman few weeks back. He's been found since running after spiders and spider-like insects around the town and touching them in the hope to be bitten. He believes it'll transform him into the masked hero.
If it works, look out for Spider-Lime!

I went to the Madame outlet at Gurgaon today and asked the salesgirl for a different color in the lower I showed interest in. Only, she wasn't the salesgirl and chagrined, I apologized.
Its a common mistake to suspect a quiet, simple and static girl as the salesgirl, but it must be embarassing for both concerned when such a thing takes place. I would strongly recommend the 'actual' salesgirls to wear some sort of uniform, or get it tatooed on their foreheads that they're the ones meant to help around the place. And its so wrong for people to look so vulnerable that someone would go around mistaking them for the salespeople.
I know (and warn) that I would beat the person black and blue if he/she dares to mistake me as the shopgirl.

The 9th Annual Delhi Book Fair is really a pesky excuse for one. The books fair has been cunningly deprived of the basic ingredient - books! The stalls are the kinds selling senseless binded pages which are sadly called 'books'. My hopes were totally shattered when I couldn't find Penguin India - why was I even there, I am still perplexed.
The entry is free, quite self-explanatory. Still it seems like Delhi has run out of book-lovers considering the sellers were busy swatting flies. The only sight on each stall was oodles of Harry Potters. I bought a Harry Potter for Rs. 50 once, and I till date maintain a visit to McDonalds (which I equally hate) would've been more worthwhile.
Still, it wasn't 'that' bad - I caught hold of four books -

In a casual chat with a friend today I pointed at a ring on his finger and asked him why he wears it. He professed it brings luck to him and has actually worked wonders for his academic record. When I laughed, he said that there needs to be something you can fall back on, something you can look upto and wish things were better because of it being there.
When I shook my head, he asked why one believes in God? Who has actually and factually seen him, but still we believe him. I told him my philosophy on God.
When we can believe in ourselves not knowing the limits of our existence, not knowing whether tomorrow this self will remain or not, why can't we believe in a power that has no proof of existence? I believe God is a part of our subconscious minds, and even if he were true, the only reason enough to believe his existence is your continuing belief in him. Why do we feel the compulsion to bind faith and existence together?
To that he raised his brows, looked at his watch and as the bell rang indicating the start of the next class, he silently picked up his register and went off. I don't know if what I said made any sense to him, but it has left me wondering if the ring really works...

Many years before Sonali Bendre - the picture perfect model-turned-actress - was invited to a show called 'Aap ki Adalat' and the host Rajat Sharma strongly critisized her baring her skin in movies. Despite her defensive stand, he kept rambling relentlessly about the more-than-digestible show of skin.
After much discussion involving the public who equally critiqued her clothing style and her fashion statements, he asked her if she dresses the same way in her normal life.
An irritated Sonali stood up and pointed to her bare midriff, commenting on how 'normal' this was and the public should learn to accept it.
So many years later, as I think of the whole discussion, I find it quite amusing. Bipasha Basu is an actress today for the skin she shows. Lara Dutta has been applauded for her bare-it-all in Andaaz and Mumbai Se Aaya Mera Dost. Priyanka Chopra shows 'promise' for the same reason. Neha Dhupia is all over the print for her bikini in Qayamat. Isha Koppikar's main source of income is from her item-numbers. The entire lets-remix-old-hits-and-make-new-money industry is drenched in naval-bearing bimbettes.
Movies like Boom and Oops are totally based on the idea of the exhibit of skin. The dusky Sameera Reddy makes all her public appearances with the minimum possible cloth-load. All VJ's strongly support the disappearance of essential clothing. Music videos bring forth the music later, the skin first.
No wonder Rajat Sharma isn't so popular anymore.

I find it amusing that guys truly enjoy portraying an image much above their reach and regret it later for it cost them much. Mostly it has something to do with girls for they are the irresistable factor.
The blame can be conveniently shifted . Most girls put a good bank balance before a good intellect or even a good physique. So how can a rational guy even dare to portray a tight pocket and risk the only chance of impressing a young lady?
If he gives her flowers, secretly it is considered miserly. If he gives her chocolates, he lacks originality. The stereotypical hit-formulas are crashing just as well as love triangles in Bollywood movies. When a guy goes to shop for his lady for the evening, he has to undergo a lot of turmoil. If he goes empty-handed, he is surely not going to see her again.
My good friend took out a girl after two months of knowing her. The next morning he cribbed his heart out about spending 300 bucks on the movie and an extra 200 on the snacks. For a whole week he had to beg even for a fiver, 'coz he had blown all his pocket money on a singular date. He would've loved to take her out again, only the poor thing would have to ask her to take care of the cheque for him.
My deepest sympathies with those in search of true love - can you even afford it?

Siddharth posted this yesterday. He calls it the Ministry of Maha Movies and lists down few points in its Constitution. I've been dying to make my own additions -

1) Producers are debarred from introducing double roles in the movie unless the Kumbh Mela Association confirms its existence.
2) No actress is allowed to take more than two circles of any tree during any song sequence unless she's following her own shadow.
3) No leading lady is allowed to wear skirts shorter than three inches above knee or necks deeper than four inches. If she is a beauty contest winner, the permissible limit can be stretched to another two inches.
4) Geometry is not allowed to be related with Bollywood. Hence banning any love triangles, rectangles or even polygons in any movie.
5) If any star-child will be casted in a movie, the producers would have to send DNA reports confirming their connections with their star-parents. The parent would also need to sign a paper of consent for their child to enter Bollywood. They must also be present at the mahurat of the debut movie.

Long live the Ministry - elections begin shortly.
Vote for me!