Let me narrate a incidence.

Once I had a employee of mine accompanying me on one of the work
trips, It was around 3.30 pm i was still keen on completing my work
assignment and had completely forgotten about lunch. My employee ( a
6 feet tall and strong ex army man) had tears in his eyes! I was
shocked, I asked him what is the matter, dude! He replies, "Sir, What
is use of earning so much money, when we cant have meals at regular
times? ". I was ashamed of my inconsiderate behaviour and then always
made it a point that if this guy was with me, I would take a lunch
break as he used to drive my car.

I also realised that perhaps taking regular meals might be important.
But I nevertheless discarded this fancy idea of regular hours, I
believe in eating when you are hungry or when your biological clock
says so.

So since a week, I have trying to lead regular hours, its
excruciating, if i plan to sleep at 12pm, i feel sleepy around 9pm and
the stay awake till 3am.

But I haven't given up, I am going to stick to a schedule for next 3 months.

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So how to do we throw out the toxins?

1) By breathing pure & unadulterated air
2) By having good habits like eating, bathing and abulating properly
3) By exercising, which increases the metabolism and helps throwing out toxins

The easiest way is by Pranayama, which is essentially a breathing
exercise. Breath In and breath out, make sure you dont pause in
between breaths.

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Grave of the Fireflies (1988)
A tragic film covering a young boy and his little sister's struggle to survive in Japan during World War II.

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I agree, I write dark posts (contrary to my frivolous and callous
nature you might think) about death all the time and people reading
might come to the conclusion that I am dying or I am trying to kill
myself.

This is not the case, it's just that I have been leading a very
regimented life since last year and it means reading a lot of stuff,
pranayama, yoga and a satvic diet and some music and entertainment in
recommended doses and whatever time is left I barely get to keep
myself company.

I am certainly not chronically depressed and believe me I am having
the time of life, I truly have the best life in the world.

So darlings, if you been thinking I am not seen around, I beg your
forgiveness, its just I have been busy doing things in my bucket list
and its a long way to go, and so I certainly hope to be around for so
long though you can never be sure with life.

I appreciate all the love and concern, but I am not dying yet.

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What,

If you have one second left to see your daughter for the last time b4
you leave her forever?
If you have one second only to look into the eyes of the person you
love for the very last time?
If you have one second left to say thank you to the one who nurtured
you before the person leaves forever?
If you have less than one second left to say sorry to a friend before you die?
If you have one second left before you leave the the worldly for the
other world?

What would be significance of that unit of time? Would time stop for you?

What if the life we imagine to be, is only a "second" ?

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Do you love someone worthy or do you love someone who is available,
someone who is receptive. Do you love someone who you are karmically
obliged to love? or do you love someone who your heart yearns for?
Your love is infinite, but your attention and actions are limited.

In such a case, who would your heart give preference to? Would you
invest in loving your child over the strangers? There are times a
stranger's child could be more receptive or deserving to your love
than your own child.

Is it sufficient reason to love someone because we share the same
parents, history or ancestors or religion or caste? How do we love
everyone equally and yet not make anyone feel unloved and
unappreciated.

We love people who make us feel better about ourselves. If you are a
family minded person, you will love your family more than anyone else.
If you are spiritual kinds, you will love your guru more than anyone
else. If you are a nationalist, you might send your son to be killed
in the war.

Who we love depends on our nature and the side which is lacking of
love, so we are attracted to the exact opposite kind of person?
maybe?

Also there is a basic hurdle to love, what if the person whom we want
to love infinitely is not available or receptive? Do we make a stone
idol and love her/him or we substitute that person and love the other
person instead?

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At home there are too many bothers, home reminds me of all the things
I need to do, there is always a big TODO list at home. Would you
believe it I even have to get up and take my own glass of water and
make my own beverage or use the airconditoner remote to adjust the
temperature.

Then there is the 5 star service. They are always eager to upgrade you
to a better plane of wellbeing and existence. Its not that they
haven't been affected by the city ailments but they are the best
places in mumbai to be. Example : When I complain, "There is too much
noise in the lounge because of the IPL and also besides your coffee
shop, you have the banquets where "shell india" is doing some kind of
thingamajig where corporates slaves in red uniform are let loose and
WTF you even have a baisakhi festival adding to the chaos! what is
this place coming to?" The beautiful customer service lady who smiles
to you like Madhuri Dixit (who you fall in love immediately) tells
you, " Sir, Try the wine bar, thats the quietest place you can find".

You are given the best possible place with a view of the city, a place
where at a distance you can witness the mad city and the ocean or the
lake. You are in control of the city for once, here you can block the
noise, and the disgusting smell which haunts us the moment we are out
in the city. Someone brings you a big tall glass of beverage with no
expense sparred on the ice-cubes and you are already meditating on
cloud no. 9.

When you finally have meditated enough , you can take a pee break,
there is always a man in the mens room to look after you, to rescue
you incase your pee apparatus gets jammed in the zipper, he
understands you are not in this world. He will wish you niceties and
then offer you liquid soap and then some tissues to clean you hands,
he even notices your hands are not fully dry and asks you if you would
like one more tissue. He intuitively senses how important it is for
your hands to scrupulously clean when you go back to meditate.

After the meditation is done, you glide back to reality ask whether
you need to pay, they inform you " No Sir, you have given positive
energy to this place, the drink is on us" .

Someone gets your car, and you drive away with 5 star state of mind.

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I have come across people from varied backgrounds and met some very
intelligent human specimens quite serendipitously which would have not
been possible without the help of the internet. This is the reason I
am so evangelical about Internet technologies and the social media.

But though I know hundreds of people and vice-versa. I feel these
relationship of acquaintances are very shallow. These relationship can
be compared to window shopping without actually buying things, in
short "uncommitted" and "unfulfilled" and only luring.

So here disillusioned with my virtual life, I am trying to step out in
to the real world of relationships and making a difference in the real
sense, trying to develop something more gratifying and deeply
enriching experience which no virtual network can provide. Though I am
very adept in using social media and other tools on the internet, I am
a dumbfounded and dimwitted in a real world situation. Virtual world
gives me time for contemplation and edition of my ideas and is very
secure unlike real world where you need to be street-smart, go-getter,
some qualities which I don't possess.

The experiment I am doing is trying to introduce myself to strangers
and find interesting things about them, or meeting people who I have
only known virtually. I feel my life has been wasted on the security
of virtual networks, i no longer want to be secure, and would rather
live the adventure of the real life.

Goodbye to virtual security and hoping to live the real life adventure.

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Famine has ravaged your land
You are hungry for blood
Kill the elderly or force hunger on your kids?
Steak the Witch
cause the Witch is always to be blamed.

The war is over
the conflict is not
you play to win
someone has to lose
Religious fanaticism is the "in" thing
Turn the switch
Burn the witch
she who has to face the blame

Lost your loved one
need someone to cling?
Warm your heart
Bask in the glow
Burn the witch
because she is there always to be blamed
as the saying goes!

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I enjoy a good story so I am curious about how these first time
authors get the impetus to write? What goes inside their heads? I
would like to know what these writers want to expresss,

Is it the cognitive dissonance in people they are trying to express by
their story and hence are able to capture the pulse of their readers?
(Chetan Bhagat)

OR

Is it just about a fantasy which is fictionalised and wherein hidden
and perverted desires & painful experiences expressed, which would
have never have found expression in their real lives, As most of the
first time authors will tell you their first book has been partially
autobiographical. (Arunadhati Roy)

OR

Is It an intellectual pursuit of word play and the power to take the
readers into another realm or period or place, as a means of escapism
for the readers from their mundane lives into magical worlds of words
and thus impress upon the reader the skills of the author and hold
them in sway till the end of the book by their sheer karishma and
verbal/written skills? (Salman Rushdie/ Amitav Ghosh)

I am eager to meet some writers/storytellers/screenplay writers to
understand the writing process.

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I don't really know who planted this tree, but one of pet dog is
buried beneath the tree! My house is covered with flowers
BTW what is this tree called?

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I had recently moved to Mumbai with my family, Due to a personal
tragedy and a rather undeserved responsibility of managing a business,
i was smothered in to total inaction.

My inaction was something I watched helplessly and people around me
watched accusingly. I knew people depended on me and looked up to me,
and I had to do something, but i just couldn't move. This was when I
met Gangaram.

Gangaram was a dark, thin guy who limped, i thought he was born with a
limp, maybe he was not. Gangaram had a very sharp brain, Gangaram was
fearless, (as a analogy I can say, if a mafia guy showed him a gun,
he had the skill and the charm to sell the guy a gun and make a fat
commission out of it). He told me once that he would have been a nagar
sevak of his area but he got in to a squabble with another poweful 
politician who destroyed his political carrier. Gangaram was a problem
solver, where I saw problem for myself, he saw opportunity for himself
to make a fast buck. He immediately told me that my current problems
was quite manageable and he could do it.

I was naive and greedy, I hired him for the Job, he was God sent.
These were the problems no one would get their hands in, it was a
dirty job. Gangaram for me was a lotus who bloomed in the dirty slums.
He was the anti-dote to my inaction, with Gangaram's help, i was no
longer inactive, it was like a alter-ego of mine who worked overtime
while I myself rested and recovered against the barrage of assaults by
numerous problematic agencies life throws up when you are young and
inexperienced.

Within a record time, Gangaram had managed to solve my important
troubles. He bribed the authority, threatened where necessary, and
charmed his way out of sticky situations At times I admired him for
his guts and the kind of education he got on the streets of mumbai,
which I had never got. Gangaram resurrected me and gave me a second
chance, of-course in the process he made sure he had plundered and
looted me. I knew this guy was a important tool in my life, but i had
to stop him from looting me, my greed was making me a victim in his
hands, and his appetite for robbing me out for a fat commission for
every job he carried out was increasing exponentially, It came to
point that he started inventing problems for me, so he could then come
over and rescue me out of the ugly situation. But I was helpless and
lazy, i was probably more corrupt than he was, no wonder we were a
such a perfect match who could overcome any problem together, but now
we had become problems for each other, he couldn't live without the
money he was making out of me, and I couldn't live without a problem
solver like Gangaram in my life.

then he disappeared.

After making a tidy sum of money from each of his contract work, he
would routinely disappear. (Later on, I came to know from one of his
friends that he was a womaniser and was a spend thrift and lived life
on the wild-side.) Finally after not seeing him for months, I enquired
with his friend, where had Gangaram disappeared? I was told he had
AIDS and he died the previous week. Gangaram had never told me he had
AIDS. I never imagined that a guy who could be so brave and face some
really tough situations for me could have been a dying man. Somewhat
disturbingly I was relieved that he had died and I had one problem
less on my hands.

Now every-time, I am in that kind of trouble, Gangaram's name comes to
my mind first, even before God's. Its time I become a more balanced
kind of a person, now that I have plenty of experience which I so
lacked 10 years back.

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Now there are 4 types of relationship as per me, they are Love,
fondness, Infatuation and exploitation.

Love: is the strongest and most potent. It gives rise to insane
passion & energy which can be sustained only for a short time. But
everyone has a different definition about the same, and love is never
permanent. If you have been in love with same man or woman
for 25 years, it would in all probability be

Fondness: (also called apnapan in Hindi) Fondness is real intimate
thing, 2 people connect like long lost brothers. The best marriages
can happen here, but most of the time, some people say, but I am not
in love with him/her to marry the person, and then passion dies
somewhere in between.

Infatuation: Is basically you loving the image of the person you have
created because it suits your image of the person you would rather be
in love with or get married to, like tall?dark/handsome & rich. It can
be image of your mother/sister/daughter
/son which confirms with ideal image of that person.You will bet on
your last penny to save this image. Without this image, you don't have
a relationship.

Exploitation: Is then the effort or manipulation you do, you try
literally by hook or by crook to keep the image of the person you have
created in your head so she/he conforms to your whims and fancies,
which you preposterously believe is doing the other person more good
and you are helping that person. This is where you have become
delusional and should start rethinking about your relationships.

That was me on various types of relationships.

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I have serious need to listen to other people's problem, relationship
or personal or monetary problems. I have made some attempts to listen
to other people's problems. To my utter dismay I found them all to be
utterly shallow and self-concocted. Don't people ever have really
challenging situations anymore?

I guess the reason for this nosy curiosity is that I haven't been in a
relationship for a very long time, and this might be a just me trying
to learn at other people's expenses. This is becoming a serious
problem, since I have unfriended quite a few people who don't have
real challenging issues.

I suppose I have some very steep benchmarks for challenging problems
and to take anyones so called issues to be taken seriously, and I am
not seeing any around, except my own problems which is I think v v
challenging, but only if you were interested?

One of the reasons I have not heard or been a close confidante to
anyone is that I refuse to go on a buddy drinking spree!

Isn't life about listening to stories? I need a challenging real life
story, enough of the movies!

Note: I am not being callous here by belittling your problems/issues.
This post might sound lighthearted because everything has been said
very objectively and I am sure I can show sensitivity when time needs
it. I am just venting out here, and I hope the readers understand.

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I got into blues very late in life, a close friend introduced me to this genre and since I have been blown over. I will talk about my favourite blues songs/singer on a Podcast which I am planning since some time.

So why do I love the blues? I am pondering here...

1. I maybe sad, and feel I have got company when I listen to these guys singing about their hard times or the woman who has left him.  
2. The blues are very useful and not vague and stupid. It talks about real life & not fantasy. In a sense its very rooted and is doesn't delve on escapism.  
3. I like the piano as well as guitar blues, the 12 bar music gets me grooving.  
4. I honestly think the blacks have more sense of rhythm and I believe it is more original, Jazz is basically pretentious white blues music. (no offence meant, love Jazz too)  
5. Blue is my favourite colour. 
6. It respects woman, I haven't come across a single blue song where the woman is not respected, unlike rock or hip hop which is very abusive.
7.  The blues can be excellent means of expressing your immediate problems or a very topical current issue, hence it can be a awesome tool for social change.  
8. Because Rock & Roll was inspired by the Blues.  
9. Being a blues guitarist is more difficult than a rock guitarist.  
10. Blues is as simple as it gets, its cheeky, its smart, it gives a chance for ordinary people to become smart.

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Have you ever wondered why sometimes you are not able to look at someone in their eyes? I am going to give you my take on this...

My father used to say " If the person is lying, he will never look in to your eyes, never trust that person" .  My dear father was very wrong. Let me tell you....

When you meet someone and there is absolute communication , then there is no sense of un-ease at looking that person in the eye through out the communication, but if you and the person are not on the same wavelength (or frequency) then either of you , will avoid looking into each other's eyes.

When two people are vibrating in the same frequency , it is love. If you can see someone eye to eye, the person is giving in to you, has opened the doors to her soul for you to walk into and 'stay" if you wish.

Sometimes you avoid looking into the eyes of people if they are elders, or someone who you hold in high esteem, similarly you might avoid eye contact with people who are on the lower social spectrum? 

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Creating a podcast has been on my TODO list for sometime now, and today i created my first podcast with audacity, iphone and soundcloud and some songs which were recommended on twitter. Do encourage and listen pliz. 

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