Life is like a box of chocolates.. you never know what you are gonna get..

'Hi, my name is Forrest Guuuump'..

The first movie I bought on my own (as opposed to borrowing and downloading)..

He is stupid but he gets the best things in life.. the movie tells us something.. that we unnecessarily give importance to unwanted things in life..

Money.. Those green (or maybe blue or pink) notes only buy unhappiness.. we prefer money to our friends and loved ones.. we run behind money all our life but never realise we cannot take it with us to wherever we go after death (don't wanna get into that!).. Forrest never went behind money, money always followed Forrest wherever he went.. but me? I always care about my bank balance and am tight-fisted.. why? because I am not stupid like Forrest :)

Love.. The greatest thing in life.. is just bullshit in real life.. Forrest had unconditional love for Jenny.. he was there for her whatever she went through and however she treated him.. but we are always trying to change this and that in our loved one.. we choose the shirt they wear.. the friends they have.. even the way they talk and walk.. I would never allow my guy to sleep with another girl and still care for him if he comes back to me all shattered and crestfallen.. why? because I am not stupid like Forrest :)

Friendship.. Yes, a promise made to a friend is more important than life itself.. Forrest keeps the promise he made to his friend even after the friend dies in the Vietnam war.. I do make promises to my friends.. all of 'em.. do I keep any? Maybe one or two insignificant and easy ones.. why? because I am not stupid like Forrest :)

Power.. politicians are not the only ones power hungry.. me and you, we are no different.. we want to control everything.. Forrest ran to the ends of the world and people worshipped him for that.. they gave him power in a silver platter.. he did not even acknowledge it.. If you give me a teeny bit of power, I will act as if I am the King of this world! why? because I am not stupid like Forrest :)

Yes, I am not like Forrest but would love to be.. Someday..

Rahim Ka Doha

Rahiman dhaaga prem ka, mat torai chatkaye

Tootai to phir na jurai, jurain gaanth pad jaye

(Rahim says don't break the thread of love impulsively, for if it breaks it cannot be joined together. And even if it is joined back there will always be a knot.)

Long ago there was a poet (?) named..

hmm.. wondering where she went?? nope she didn't go nowhere.. here she is!!!!

All the while I was thinking,
Does it really help?
When the whole world is shrinking,
Who cares about your self?

Problems are aplenty in life,
Happiness, what we crave,
We pass many a strife,
Until we reach the grave.

We carry our sorrows and pain,
On our weak shoulders,
When we know we have much to gain,
By being an enthusiastic blogger!

'Write on', it tells me,
'Pour your heart out,
It makes you feel free,
Without any doubt',

And so I am here at last,
Where I truly belong,
Ready to have a blast,
Ready to sing my song...

Happy blogging to me :)

Travel Blog 1: Trip to Agra

Good afternoon buddies. This is your friend 'rising from the dead'. I am going to narrate a very interesting and mind boggling incident now. Please hold on to your seats!

So you know my good-for-nothing (!) colleague Jessica right? Oh you don't eh? OK, she is just...good-for-nothing :)...OK sorry Jessica (in case you are reading this)...Now lets get back to the story...You know my good-for...Oh god, not again you say? OK OK I am getting on with it...

So I went to Delhi with Ms. Jessica Wade on an official trip. Suddenly she gets this wild idea to visit Agra so as to capture the brilliance of one of the seven wonders of the world. And we decided to go. Mind you, this was totally unplanned and we had no idea what we were getting into!

After we were done with our meeting at UNIDO, we planned to take an auto to Connought Place (spelling maybe a little off the mark :)). This was supposed to be this posh place with a lot of posh buses which will take us to the destination in style and comfort. But the auto guy we approached said "Oh you should go to ISBT instead. You get buses every ten minutes". We said "But we want deluxe AC buses, yeah?". And he said "Oh yeah, you get deluxe buses too". We said "OK, then lets go there". And he took us to ISBT. All the way there, he was saying how he was supposed to get some commission if he goes to Connought and how he sacrificed this for our goodwill. Then after an hour or so, we reached ISBT. And lo and behold, there are NO deluxe buses in that place. Apparently, it was a lot further from UNIDO than Connought and the auto guy just wanted to get the extra fare!! You do find all kinds of people in Delhi, don't you?

So we had to take this run-down local bus to Agra. And I got the aisle seat (guess how??)! The entire five hours was a nightmare! People were stamping my foot all the time, hot air was rushing into my face (windows had to be kept open or we would have sweat to death), baby howling, men farting and the list goes on!

And in the end of what seemed like a lifetime, we reached Agra. And we spent the night at a dinghy hotel with a 'out of the world' air conditioner. The next morning, the g-f-n (you know who) colleague of mine woke me up at 5 A.M. (can you believe that??!!) so that we can see the sunrise on the Taj. I get ready and all that (come on that's true OK) and go to the East gate and the guard says it will open only at SIX!! I could have murdered the g-f-n &*^%!! Then we went in and took some snaps and came back to the hotel by 10 A.M. Now we had to catch the flight back to Chennai from the Delhi airport at 4 P.M. and we hadn't made any plans on how to reach Delhi from Agra. We gulped down a breakfast (with ants in it) and rushed to the Railway Station.

As soon as we entered the station, we came to a counter which said "Unreserved Second Class Booking Counter". This was what was recommended by our kind hotel manager and so we decided to get a ticket from this counter. We went in and said "Two tickets for a super fast train please". And the clerk handed us two tickets and said "it's leaving immediately". We ran with our backpacks (which were heavy mind you) and finally got into the train just before it started. Five minutes in that train and we wanted to commit suicide!

Have you ever travelled in a second class unreserved compartment? I would think not. It so happens that only dirt-crested, nitpicking, drooling ANIMALS travel in these compartments. We went through hell. I don't wanna say more friends. It brings back DIRTY memories!

After 5 hours of such torture, we reached Delhi and took the flight back home. And the fact that I am writing this blog says that I am back to normal (or does it?).