Shah Rukh, Hitler, Lekha and Michael...

Re-post on the occasion of Michael Jackson's birthday

May 30th,2008.

3:30 pm

I was watching T.V. when suddenly Shah Rukh Khan appeared on screen promoting yet another item. Wow, the man is great. I believe everything he touches turns to gold. But sometimes I do think he exerts himself too much and promotes one too many items. So, it was no surprise for me that his panchvi pass failed and his antics with the Kolkata Knight Riders fell flat.





In fact, I was watching IPL the other day and I couldn't help but notice how desperately Lekha Washington wants to be the darling of the press. You see, I might be wrong but I 'think' I can see her yearning for success, sinking to new lows each passing day. Well, I mean, she was excellent when she was the VJ in SS music, I particularly liked her bubbly attitude and a sense of carelessness reminiscent in children. But after she was unceremoniously dropped from Kettavan, I see all of that disappearing. And now, she interviews the "greats of the game" in a sombre and dour mood. There is absolutely no trace of her proactiveness and her keen interest in people. I do feel sorry for her. I'm her great fan you know.All this made me wonder whether it was just fate that these two people turned out the way they were or whether something else that determined their destiny.

I heard from my friend the other day that names really do play an important role in one's success. I was tempted to find out. Luckily, I had a book on star signs by Bejan Daruwalla, so I decided to check it out. It had a section on numerology which really turned me on. So, I decided to check for Shah Rukh Khan first. So here was what I found out.

3+5+1+5+2+6+2+5+2+5+1+5=42. Here was 42's interpretation."Good for the arts. Your opposite number will help you. Signifies gifts and good fortune. You score in relationships. Group activities suit you best. It warns against dangers from falls."Atleast 80% true, right?Ok, so then I decided to check on Lekha Washington. Here was her score.

3+5+2+5+1+6+1+3+5+1+5+3+4+7+5=56. It's interpretation was" Nervous. Fond of luxury, pomp, show. A fine patron of the arts. Not an altogether happy number. Ambition could mock useful toil, and conceit could lead to ruin. "Wow... What do you say to that?So then I got really really interested and decided to check out a few more.


My favourite star, Micheal Jackson (44) for example.Here is his interpretation based of 44." The two fours suggest fatality, dignity and strength. Greed and avarice usually bring the downfall of this number. A strong BUT unhappy name valuation. "How closer to the truth can it get ?

I also found out about Karan Johar (27). " A number of puissance, fame, tremendous creativity. Do not be swayed by outside influence or guidance.Rather, go your own way, rely on your judgement. A high voltage, magnetic number. A name valuation of prosperity. "What more can I say ?There were also terrifying interpretations of Adlof Hitler (End will be sudden...) and of Napolean Bonaparte (Defeat after initial success and glory...). I started to believe in this. But I must also admit some of them were wide off-target.

I'm not here to promote numerology nor do I condemn it. But i do feel for Lekha. The valuation of her first name (16) also isn't that good. In fact, it is worse than her first valuation." A good beginning but a poor end is the significance of this number. It shows a fall from power, grace, office, position. Unexpected shock or catastrophe is associated with this number. "I'm not saying that this will be the end of the world for Lekha. I'm not saying that her career won't flourish or that she'll fall from power or grace. In fact, from what I have known of her from news-reports or from her shows, I know that she is strong-willed and courageous. But, I brought up the topic just because i was afraid that, god forbid, she isn't able to fulfil her potential.Lekha, there is no way you'll read my blog or even know about it but if there is a God out there, maybe he will see to it that somehow you get to see it. I'm a great fan of yours and I don't like you to not enjoy yourself or even smile for the camera with that childish innocence... and beauty. God bless you.

There's a Ghost in my soup !!!

I’ve been really suffering from being over-worked these past few days. I’ve tried balancing my day. I work for just six hours a day now, but it still isn’t enough. Sometimes, you wish that you’d be lucky to have fewer people to tend to, but, for me, there is no such luck, what with my wife and two children and an entire joint family all the way from my mom to my third cousin to boot. Self-pity is uncalled for.

I'm a non-believer. In apparitions, ghosts and humans. I also happen to be a doctor. A young aspiring doctor.



“Doctor Vasanth, a phone call for you…”

“Alright!! Get me line 3, now…”

“Dr. Vasanth here. Who is this?”

“I’m Dr. Vasanth’s wife ! Is he available ?”

“No… He’s busy right now… Could you call back later?”

“Of course not.. Hey, listen honey… You know my friend Ramya ? She is home. It seems her daughter Saranya wants to buy a few clothes for herself. Take her out for shopping, will you ?”

“Hey, absolutely no chance… I’ve lots of work pending… I’ll not be able to spare time. And that Ramya is an idiot. She and her ghost tales. I’m sorry dear but I’ll not be able to do it…”

“Dear, I’ve already asked the driver to drop her at your office…”

“What the…”

“She’ll be there any moment…”

Knock.. Knock…

“One second…” I take my ear off the receiver. “Yes… Come in…”

“Sir, someone called Saranya wants to meet you… She said it was important…”

“Important, my foot!! Ok… I’ll be there in a mo…” I tell my assistant and wave her away. I put the receiver back on my ear “Hey, are you on the phone ? Hello… Hello…”

******
I have never had my way, ever. In fact, the only time that my wife agreed to me was when I proposed to her. So, here I was, with this crazy 8 year old, in absurd pink top and green(!) pants, by my side.

“Uncle, I want that yellow one over there…”

“Uncle, this black pant is so cute… Could I have this too?”

“Oh… that orange shirt would go perfectly with my black pant?”

“Uncle, how could I miss that green top over there?”

“Uncle, are you sure you aren’t going to buy yourself anything?”

At the end of that one hour, I left my entire wallet and half my life at the store.

*******

I was happy to finally get on my car and drive back home. Even if it meant that I had to share my car with my new ‘niece’.

“Uncle, have you ever watched powerpuff girls on tv? It’s a great serial. I love it!!!”
She didn’t wait for my reply.

“Uncle, are we near your house? Then, please drop me here. I’ll walk and come. I want to surprise my mom.”

I opened the door to let her step out. I was happy to let her walk. That would rid me of her atleast for a few minutes. I looked at my house and smiled. My dear wife would be waiting. With lots of love and… and… Oh dear ! Ramya !

My grin turned to a grimace. Ramya and her antics ! As if I would fall for her stories of ghosts and apparitions ! There was nothing more absurd. I looked back. I could see Saranya in the distance, ambling up with four bags of clothes. I decided to take a chance.

******

“So, there you are ! Finally… We’ve been waiting for you !!! See..Ramya !!”

I looked at her. The same old Ramya, it was. Porky face and all…

“And, take a look behind me…”

She stepped aside.

There she was. Saranya !! The same pink top and green(!) pant. My heart skipped and my head spun. I could rememeber no more. I dropped to the ground.

*****

“Poor fellow… I don’t know what happened… He seemed shocked on seeing you Lavanya ! Oh well… He’ll come around… And there’s your sister… How was your shopping Saranya ?”

“What happened to uncle ?”

“I don’t know dear…”

“He was so nice…”

“He’ll be fine…Don’t worry…”

*****

10 signs....

10 signs of showing that you are in love:





1. U walk really slow when you are with him/her.


2. U feel shy when he/she is around.


3. U smile when u hear his/her voice.


4. Wen u look at him/her, u can't see other people around.


6. U start listening to slow songs.


7. U realise u r always smiling to urself wen u think abt him/her.


8.U would do anything to see him/her.


9. U wer busy thinking about him/her that u didn't notice point no. 5 is missing.


10. Now u scroll up and see and u will laugh at urself.

Friends and you...

I'm overwhelmed at the amazing response to my blog (pun intended) ! I mean, I've been on blogger for just about two months now and I've already had a little more than a hundred visitors ! Well, considering that these days, I don't really bother to even update my blog with daily snippets of my college life, I consider it a mean feat. Well, I'm not actually boasting, but I consider it to be an achievement. Sucess is relative after all...



I've never been so disinterested in college life this semester. Of course, I knew that to retain my fickle concentration over a period of five months is a tall ask even by my low standards but right now it seems to be getting closer to infinity than reality. To think that I got the first rank in the first unit test makes me blush now rather than proud, but I'll get back to business again (or I hope to, atleast !)

I've had a rather entertaining week this time around, filled with some priceless moments fit to be captured and framed. But, quite recently, I've been developing a slight headache (though it doesn't hamper my excitement in any way !) and feeling too low or tired to study for the weekly tests. I mean, give me a break !! Week in and week out we have tests and we feel bored and compelled to study. It results in more and more of the students gradually losing their interests and affects our grades too. It’s important that the management looks to satisfy the needs of the students than the wants of the parents because ultimately it’s the students who write the exams and wake up at 5 every morning and not the parents !



Friends forever...

Tensions, problems and mis-understanding crops up in any relationship at untimely intervals but it’s important to those concerned to have trust in the others. We can’t go about hating and doubting everyone we meet. We won’t have the time to live our life if we do so. Listen to your heart. It never lies. If it does, it’s because you’ve poisoned it with the venom of ego. No one can help you then. It can be cured only sometime in the future. When situations turn out in such a way that one gets to finally understand of who a true friend really is. That’s the best antidote to one’s poisoned heart. But, by that time, your true friend moves on with life, your so-called-friends move on with theirs and you’re left stranded.

An interview with God...

I had a dream that I had an interview with God.I looked at the great mountains and saw the genius of His handiwork.

I looked at the incredible beauty of a sunset,and with much trembling thought about what God must be like,I had one big question I wanted to ask.

I turned towards Him,but could not look upon Godbecause He dwelt in unapproachable light.
So I simply cried out,“Why is there suffering and death”

He answered me from His Word:“As by one man sin entered the world and death by sin.And so death passed upon all men, for all have sinned.”

Then He said, “The soul that sins, shall die.”I asked Him what sin was, and He said,“Sin is Transgression of the Law”

He then thundered His Law:You shall have no other gods before MeYou shall not make for yourself any idol.You shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God.

Remember the Sabbath day by keeping it holy.Honour your father and your mother.You shall not murder.

And the word of Holy Scriptures:“Do you not know that the wicked will not inherit the kingdom of God?Do not be deceived: Neither the sexually immoral nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes…” 1 Corinthians 6.9
and
“But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars – their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulphur. This is the second death” Revelation 21.8

It suddenly dawned on methat I had broken God’s Law many timesand would be condemned to Hell on the day of Judgement.

Not only had God seen my every sin,but my own conscience condemned me.
When I asked God what I should do,he said, “I didn’t send my son to condemn…
I then understood that God loved me so muchthat He made provision for my forgiveness.Jesus suffered and died for me.

He took my punishment upon Himself:
“Herein is love, not that we have lover God. But that he loved usand sent His Son to be a substitute for our sins”

We broke God’s Law (the Ten Commandments),and Jesus completely paid our fine.
“God commended His Love toward us, in that,While we were yet sinners Christ died for us”Then He rose from the dead and defeated death.

I suddenly awoke from my dreamand realised that I had a choice to make.
I could carry on dreaming that God wasn’t angry at sin’and end up in Hell forever.
or
I could repent and trust in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Saviourand receive God’s gift of everlasting life.

You have the same choice.

http://www.lookingforgod.com/

Wrong*Wrong=Right !

" We think of borders as a place only, instead of an idea. I think the real borders are the ones that exist within us "

***********

"Where the hell is my lab coat huh ? I can't find it !" I screamed, in the frenzy of the race against time.

"I don't know. I remember keeping it inside your bereau. I can't find it now." my mom answered, throwing out a few clothes while desperately hoping that I wouldn't start shouting again.

"What the...? to hell, with you. I'll be standing outside the class today. Be happy !!!"

******

"Now, tell me, where the hell my shoe is or I promise you... I'll break your nose..."he screamed.

"I really don't know da... I didn't take it.. It was that senior who hid it somewhere. How am I supposed to know ?" I reasoned.

"This is going too far. I saw you take it... Now, give it back to me or else..." he proceeded to remove my spectacles and curl his fist into a threatening ball...

*******

"Who was the one who scribbled in my logbook ? How dare you do it... Shall I report it to the HOD, right now ?" the teacher threatened.

"It was me, ma'am. You only told me to change my marks in the register. That's why..." I started to say.

"What the...? I just told you to wait till I change the marks in the register. Who do you think you are huh ?" she screamed.

"Sorry, ma'am, I just misunderstood." I say, knowing fully well that she'd never accept her folly.

She glared.

******

"Were you made to stand outside ? I searched throughouly. But I couldn't find your coat" mom said.

"No... I found my labcoat at college.. I'm sorry..."

Both of us didn't speak for the next few minutes. I was left to my thoughts. My pin-prick anger that cost me this minute's silence. That anger which cost me this wall of insecurity. That anger which has cost me something that I would never be able to afford again.

******

"Hey, i'm sorry da... I just did it simply so that the others would give my shoes back. Please don't mistake me."

"It's ok da..." I mutter, even as i put on my headphones and switch on my mobile.

"Are you ok ? Tell me da. I'm sorry ok?" he said.

I just turn away, pretending to not hear, humming a few words of the song of silence that was being played on my headphone.

******

There had to be a sorry from atleast her side or mine. But, I wasn't prepared to ask. I did no wrong, after all. I thought that it was her duty to do it. She didn't ask too. Maybe she thought of the same thing.

*******

" We think of borders as a place only, instead of an idea. I think the real borders are the ones that exist within us "

******

Sometimes, our ego gets in the way of relations. It's so much easier then to forgive and atleast admit that you're wrong. You may be right, no doubt. But you'll end up on the wrong side of someone and that's certainly not the right thing.

******

I'm sorry guys....

I've been receiving a few complaints from some of my friends that I don't update my blog these days. I'm really astounded that these guys actually take a look at my blog.. I thought no one does ! I can just say I'm sorry, guys... I will do my best to rectify the situtation. Alright ? Thanks for asking.

I'm back.... But only just...

My love-hate relationship with my blog continues to baffle me. On some days, I'm all charged up and willing to write on any topic under the sun... as long as I'm writing... On other days, I'm a damp squib, never really even trying to make some time out for writing. I could hence say that my writings have been flashes of brilliance and not the result of consistent attempts. I'm happier this way.. It'll get rid of the predictability factor. And i don't want to end up writing about my experience everyday at college. I'm sure no one really reads my blogs but, atleast I would spare myself the pain of writing rubbish. So, here i am, back to baffle you. Thank you all...