the days are numbered,
yet they are,
the times we live...
a hanging noose..
slowly but surely...
like the garland of hope,
no! the coiled serpent of time...
as martyrs...we move...
hurt but happy....
as innocent lambs....
into the hideous den....
the end is nigh....
dusk or dawn....
we look for hope..
for light...
we see but blacck...
staring back.
a dove flies by,
2 twigs on it,
no! no goodbye,
the heart is laden,
the fruits of affection...
the soul is bent...
by the weight of emotions....
slowly but surely....
as the sythe sharpens...
one final blow....
a trumpet of joy....
of victory...of farewell
Alas!
Monday, December 1, 2008
just for you....
here we go,
as u reap,so u sow.
cock a doodle doo,
you like winnie the pooh.
with ur sweet eyes,you attack,
your fav color is black.
i ever waana have ur glance,
u sure know how to dance.
i know i have some tummy,
u act like my mummy.
after years shall we meet,
like a sheep, i shall bleat.
you have a sweet voice,
it gives me my joys.
you're the sweetest one i know,
like the sun, do u glow.
hurt, if i have,
im sorry, dont laugh.
its nice knowing you,
u like a 'saas-bahu'.
u're as tall as i am,
uve got some grace, ma'am.
shall b friends forever,
ever more and better ever.
if u will, i may;
just show u my way...
---prateek kunwar
(a.k.a: pikachu)
as u reap,so u sow.
cock a doodle doo,
you like winnie the pooh.
with ur sweet eyes,you attack,
your fav color is black.
i ever waana have ur glance,
u sure know how to dance.
i know i have some tummy,
u act like my mummy.
after years shall we meet,
like a sheep, i shall bleat.
you have a sweet voice,
it gives me my joys.
you're the sweetest one i know,
like the sun, do u glow.
hurt, if i have,
im sorry, dont laugh.
its nice knowing you,
u like a 'saas-bahu'.
u're as tall as i am,
uve got some grace, ma'am.
shall b friends forever,
ever more and better ever.
if u will, i may;
just show u my way...
---prateek kunwar
(a.k.a: pikachu)
end of an odyssey
End of an Odyssy
When the journey begins, you are indifferent and when it ends, ‘it’ is in different Your journey doesnot depend on your actions, words or achievements but it is solely a product of your emotions and your memories.
The measure of success of a journey is not the count of certificates or medals that clink, it is a measure of the love that you have released, of the hearts you have moved and lives you have changed.
The journey from a toddler to a young lad, aptly titled ’1/4 Zindagi’, is perhaps the most retraceable journey- for it teaches us not only the nuances of life, but also its beauty—its perfection and most importantly, its purpose.
The magnitude of a loss is not known till it is incurred…the end was there to see….but to feel it…we had to go the distance… Our Ist farewell…the end of an era… a chapter in the book of life…our first tryst with destiny.
What filled me with turbulent thought and unknown reactions were the faces of people with whom I grew—Simmering emotions that overflew as beads of tears---as people whom I knew as strong, succumbed to the grief of the end.
The most touching picture that will be framed in the wall of my heart will be of my friends—all huddled together—some crying, some consoling….on the last day of school…becoz that is the ‘still’ of what we all are, even today,…innocent children of god, who understands love and friendship.
The buggle has been blown. It may be an end, but it is beginning too…”An Odyssey, a jouney..yes, its over…in this physical world of realities, it may be so…but it shall be played on and on, in the heart of hearts….becoz the driving force is the yearn of returning to class….to teachers who loved and cared and the force that propels our emotions to transcend all boundaries is unknown yet familiar.
“Not farewell, my friends but fare forward.”
--Prateek kunwar.
When the journey begins, you are indifferent and when it ends, ‘it’ is in different Your journey doesnot depend on your actions, words or achievements but it is solely a product of your emotions and your memories.
The measure of success of a journey is not the count of certificates or medals that clink, it is a measure of the love that you have released, of the hearts you have moved and lives you have changed.
The journey from a toddler to a young lad, aptly titled ’1/4 Zindagi’, is perhaps the most retraceable journey- for it teaches us not only the nuances of life, but also its beauty—its perfection and most importantly, its purpose.
The magnitude of a loss is not known till it is incurred…the end was there to see….but to feel it…we had to go the distance… Our Ist farewell…the end of an era… a chapter in the book of life…our first tryst with destiny.
What filled me with turbulent thought and unknown reactions were the faces of people with whom I grew—Simmering emotions that overflew as beads of tears---as people whom I knew as strong, succumbed to the grief of the end.
The most touching picture that will be framed in the wall of my heart will be of my friends—all huddled together—some crying, some consoling….on the last day of school…becoz that is the ‘still’ of what we all are, even today,…innocent children of god, who understands love and friendship.
The buggle has been blown. It may be an end, but it is beginning too…”An Odyssey, a jouney..yes, its over…in this physical world of realities, it may be so…but it shall be played on and on, in the heart of hearts….becoz the driving force is the yearn of returning to class….to teachers who loved and cared and the force that propels our emotions to transcend all boundaries is unknown yet familiar.
“Not farewell, my friends but fare forward.”
--Prateek kunwar.
class 12 b rap
CLASS12B
This is class 12 B,
Something u gotta see,
This is where u wanna be,
So now, lets hurry.
He’s the ladies man,
Everyone is his fan,
He’s called the ‘chem ka king’
And he knows how to sing
There aint no lady,
Who doesn’t know addi.
The new kid on the block,
Where he is, girls flock,
He’s always in his mojo,
The names Kevin tojo.
He says ive a small brain,
I say, it flies like a plane,
He aint no qazi,
The names balaji.
Like benhur ,
Here’s vidhur,
With rd on one hand, Pj on the other,
He’s a live bomb, and he doesn’t even bother.
He’s a Coelho fan,
He’s got some tan,
He likes kate moss,
So here’s thomoss.
Great placer of the squash ball,
He’s tall,
He doesn’t care,
Sudeep, he’s fair.
He’s always lost,
In his thoughts deep ,
In his action deep,
so-DEEP ta.
He’s a good man,
Without no tan,
He’s made of steel
And is called jaysheel.
He’s our kumble,
He never fumble,
He’s not a canal,
He’s our kunal.
He’s a prankster
Like the lobster,
He’s the reason for the teachers apathy,
So he’s called KARAN
He plays like ronaldo! Salaam!
Metaphor so said Uma maam,
The surds call there god rabh,
Here we have sau rabh.(100)
He’s in He’s out,
He knows whats cout
He is what his name is not ,
Chayan, he’s not in our lot.
He shares my name,
But he’s got the flame,
He’s not a freak,
His name’s prateek
He bossed the big boss,
He’s gone for a toss,
He’s got some sound,
Rahul, we’ve found.
He’s our classes wall,
He should never fall,
He’s always in love,
Our very own raghav.
He’s got a Chinese chick,
And is having a flick,
Maybe its latin,
Coz He’s our jatin.
He’s the TT champ,
His life in the ramp,
He’s no ting-ling-ping,
He’s called yating.
He’s got some pickle,
And he knows nickel,
He’sWinnie the pooh,
So,Here’s swetanshu ….
His hair
Like maggi flair,
He’s our good luck,
He’s our shubh-am.
His head is high,
And its in the sky,
U cant see him, eye to eye,
He’s the tallest guy,
Nishant, he hi !!
He’s a perfectionist,
The cell phone specialist,
He’s got the wit,
So here’s patrthojit.
He’s an old wise king,
Our very own sting,
He’s always fit
He’s called atulit.
He hails from the land of bamboo,
All his hairs, he does shampoo,
He likes his guitar thanda,
He’s name is kinshuk panda.
Lean mean shantanu,
Sings like kumar sanu,
He’s a cool hero,
Knows, absent is better than zero.
Next on,
Is nikhil menon,
Got a pseudopoda,
He’scalled illum poda.
‘Priya’ nilayanji
with his liitjee fiitjee
He’s on every channel,
coz he aint no mammal.
He knows how to simplify,
He’s afraid of a butterfly,
His name cannot be burned,
Its ash…can only be learned.
Shaunak kar,
He comes from the star,
Once in a week,
Gives us a peek.
When it comes to maths,
He has no match,
With him modesty’s in
So we call him Justin.
If you need some help,
You neednt yelp,
Don’t try ur luck,
Just call sarthak.
He the mahabali,
The khali,
He’s the snorelax,
Whuse battinig doesn’t wax,
He’s a majnu without a laila,
Called kartik kaila.
He’s not from mizo,
But He’scalled sijo,
He takes all our blame,
And gets all the fame.
He’s the maneater of our class,
The laughing machine.
Death metal does he love,
We call him abhinav.
A plane in the sky,
A big booming voice,
U know erics close by,
Coz he enjoys.
The topper of our class,
with a uniform mass,
he’s a brittle glass,
there’s nothing that is cant,
though the name is dhruv kant.
Bulls and bears,
Are in tears,
It’s a crptic code,
Coz its bhavya’s prose.
Ankur , politics,
Ankur, athletics,
Ankur, mathamatics,
Ankur, deva deva,
He’s our vasu deva.
Sumit G,
He hates the gate, has an allergy,
He jumps the wall, has parle-g,
He comes at 9 and goes at 10,
He’s a mystery called Sumit g
He knows how to draw,
He’s got a psychic claw,
He’ll give u what u want,
He is our sidhant.
He’s got some attitude,
Latitude longitude some gratitude,
In class he is not SO-HIT,
we call him RO-HIT,
He’s tall,he’s dark,
And he likes to lark,
He’s not all lean,
And called ashwean.
He’s quite a nerd ,
Doesn’t follow the herd,
Nipun jindal’s the name,
Studying is his game.
Now lets move on,
The last mans song,
It is on me,
The one who likes fee,
Coz I am I ,
I have no alibi,
As there’s nothing to rhyme,
This time,
U say Haanchu,
And call me pikachu…..
--------------------teachers--------------------
Our class teacher,
Is no preacher,
She has some feature,
She gives no lecture,
She always has a threat,
And she never does fret,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Our blessings, we have found.
She gives her all,
To see us tall,
With youngs, Bernoulli Newton,
We all have fun,
when the specs,
which are not convex,
dangle from her ear,
its meeta maam, she’s always here.
While she speaks English…
We all speak hinglish,
She’s the one we trouble the most,
Coz she’s one we love the most.
She’s busy as the bee,ahem!
She’s meenakshi me-hem!.
She likes an aXb,(‘a’ cross ‘b’)
I think a nice tea,
Its not about teaching,
its all about reaching,
She’s got the style,
But she’s simple by the mile.
If it’s a doubt u have found,
She’s the best one around,
She is not unbound,
Namrata maam,weve found.
She’s got a great smile,
Which is sweet by a mile,
When its time for fiesta,
She gives up her siesta,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Jaya nag maam,weve found.
If its c++,
U know whom to discuss,
Don’t take on her pulse,
She acts on impulse,
She’ll take an arora,
And show her aurora,
We always want a lab,
When given, we grab,
She the heartiest one around,
Geetu maam weve found.
------
with this the story end,
to infinity will it tend,
with this we say goodbye,
donot us this deny…
u should be impressed,
becoz…bosco is the best…..
This is class 12 B,
Something u gotta see,
This is where u wanna be,
So now, lets hurry.
He’s the ladies man,
Everyone is his fan,
He’s called the ‘chem ka king’
And he knows how to sing
There aint no lady,
Who doesn’t know addi.
The new kid on the block,
Where he is, girls flock,
He’s always in his mojo,
The names Kevin tojo.
He says ive a small brain,
I say, it flies like a plane,
He aint no qazi,
The names balaji.
Like benhur ,
Here’s vidhur,
With rd on one hand, Pj on the other,
He’s a live bomb, and he doesn’t even bother.
He’s a Coelho fan,
He’s got some tan,
He likes kate moss,
So here’s thomoss.
Great placer of the squash ball,
He’s tall,
He doesn’t care,
Sudeep, he’s fair.
He’s always lost,
In his thoughts deep ,
In his action deep,
so-DEEP ta.
He’s a good man,
Without no tan,
He’s made of steel
And is called jaysheel.
He’s our kumble,
He never fumble,
He’s not a canal,
He’s our kunal.
He’s a prankster
Like the lobster,
He’s the reason for the teachers apathy,
So he’s called KARAN
He plays like ronaldo! Salaam!
Metaphor so said Uma maam,
The surds call there god rabh,
Here we have sau rabh.(100)
He’s in He’s out,
He knows whats cout
He is what his name is not ,
Chayan, he’s not in our lot.
He shares my name,
But he’s got the flame,
He’s not a freak,
His name’s prateek
He bossed the big boss,
He’s gone for a toss,
He’s got some sound,
Rahul, we’ve found.
He’s our classes wall,
He should never fall,
He’s always in love,
Our very own raghav.
He’s got a Chinese chick,
And is having a flick,
Maybe its latin,
Coz He’s our jatin.
He’s the TT champ,
His life in the ramp,
He’s no ting-ling-ping,
He’s called yating.
He’s got some pickle,
And he knows nickel,
He’sWinnie the pooh,
So,Here’s swetanshu ….
His hair
Like maggi flair,
He’s our good luck,
He’s our shubh-am.
His head is high,
And its in the sky,
U cant see him, eye to eye,
He’s the tallest guy,
Nishant, he hi !!
He’s a perfectionist,
The cell phone specialist,
He’s got the wit,
So here’s patrthojit.
He’s an old wise king,
Our very own sting,
He’s always fit
He’s called atulit.
He hails from the land of bamboo,
All his hairs, he does shampoo,
He likes his guitar thanda,
He’s name is kinshuk panda.
Lean mean shantanu,
Sings like kumar sanu,
He’s a cool hero,
Knows, absent is better than zero.
Next on,
Is nikhil menon,
Got a pseudopoda,
He’scalled illum poda.
‘Priya’ nilayanji
with his liitjee fiitjee
He’s on every channel,
coz he aint no mammal.
He knows how to simplify,
He’s afraid of a butterfly,
His name cannot be burned,
Its ash…can only be learned.
Shaunak kar,
He comes from the star,
Once in a week,
Gives us a peek.
When it comes to maths,
He has no match,
With him modesty’s in
So we call him Justin.
If you need some help,
You neednt yelp,
Don’t try ur luck,
Just call sarthak.
He the mahabali,
The khali,
He’s the snorelax,
Whuse battinig doesn’t wax,
He’s a majnu without a laila,
Called kartik kaila.
He’s not from mizo,
But He’scalled sijo,
He takes all our blame,
And gets all the fame.
He’s the maneater of our class,
The laughing machine.
Death metal does he love,
We call him abhinav.
A plane in the sky,
A big booming voice,
U know erics close by,
Coz he enjoys.
The topper of our class,
with a uniform mass,
he’s a brittle glass,
there’s nothing that is cant,
though the name is dhruv kant.
Bulls and bears,
Are in tears,
It’s a crptic code,
Coz its bhavya’s prose.
Ankur , politics,
Ankur, athletics,
Ankur, mathamatics,
Ankur, deva deva,
He’s our vasu deva.
Sumit G,
He hates the gate, has an allergy,
He jumps the wall, has parle-g,
He comes at 9 and goes at 10,
He’s a mystery called Sumit g
He knows how to draw,
He’s got a psychic claw,
He’ll give u what u want,
He is our sidhant.
He’s got some attitude,
Latitude longitude some gratitude,
In class he is not SO-HIT,
we call him RO-HIT,
He’s tall,he’s dark,
And he likes to lark,
He’s not all lean,
And called ashwean.
He’s quite a nerd ,
Doesn’t follow the herd,
Nipun jindal’s the name,
Studying is his game.
Now lets move on,
The last mans song,
It is on me,
The one who likes fee,
Coz I am I ,
I have no alibi,
As there’s nothing to rhyme,
This time,
U say Haanchu,
And call me pikachu…..
--------------------teachers--------------------
Our class teacher,
Is no preacher,
She has some feature,
She gives no lecture,
She always has a threat,
And she never does fret,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Our blessings, we have found.
She gives her all,
To see us tall,
With youngs, Bernoulli Newton,
We all have fun,
when the specs,
which are not convex,
dangle from her ear,
its meeta maam, she’s always here.
While she speaks English…
We all speak hinglish,
She’s the one we trouble the most,
Coz she’s one we love the most.
She’s busy as the bee,ahem!
She’s meenakshi me-hem!.
She likes an aXb,(‘a’ cross ‘b’)
I think a nice tea,
Its not about teaching,
its all about reaching,
She’s got the style,
But she’s simple by the mile.
If it’s a doubt u have found,
She’s the best one around,
She is not unbound,
Namrata maam,weve found.
She’s got a great smile,
Which is sweet by a mile,
When its time for fiesta,
She gives up her siesta,
She’s the sweetest one around,
Jaya nag maam,weve found.
If its c++,
U know whom to discuss,
Don’t take on her pulse,
She acts on impulse,
She’ll take an arora,
And show her aurora,
We always want a lab,
When given, we grab,
She the heartiest one around,
Geetu maam weve found.
------
with this the story end,
to infinity will it tend,
with this we say goodbye,
donot us this deny…
u should be impressed,
becoz…bosco is the best…..
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
how can i forget?
like the illuminating wind last night,
i shall forget you,
like the autumn wind,
that broke through my hearts window,
i shall forget you,
like the dahlia,
that bloomed for me a while,
i shall forget you..
like the skiddy butterfly...
that cozed my heart to skip a beat...
i shall forget you....
like the day,
that brought me mirth,
i shall forget you...
like the love,
that made me a man...
i shall forget you...
like the flower,
in the thorn of my life i shall forget you...
But promise me
Oh, unmatched beauty...
for the sake of the navy sky...
for the sake of the brown earth...
the sweet fragrance
of rain drops.......
like the beauty of life
the sights and sounds of morning....
the intricracies of love...
promise me
oh splendour!
that
for the sake of the love...
you never knew....
the care...
you never felt...
the man you never met...
promise me...
my love...
that
you will be forever...
your smile..your eyes....your voice....
isnt something i can forget...
like the gibberish scrabble...
on the last page of your register...
you will be etched in my heart foreever...
coz, you where the love that was never mine..
i shall forget you,
like the autumn wind,
that broke through my hearts window,
i shall forget you,
like the dahlia,
that bloomed for me a while,
i shall forget you..
like the skiddy butterfly...
that cozed my heart to skip a beat...
i shall forget you....
like the day,
that brought me mirth,
i shall forget you...
like the love,
that made me a man...
i shall forget you...
like the flower,
in the thorn of my life i shall forget you...
But promise me
Oh, unmatched beauty...
for the sake of the navy sky...
for the sake of the brown earth...
the sweet fragrance
of rain drops.......
like the beauty of life
the sights and sounds of morning....
the intricracies of love...
promise me
oh splendour!
that
for the sake of the love...
you never knew....
the care...
you never felt...
the man you never met...
promise me...
my love...
that
you will be forever...
your smile..your eyes....your voice....
isnt something i can forget...
like the gibberish scrabble...
on the last page of your register...
you will be etched in my heart foreever...
coz, you where the love that was never mine..
WHY ?
*My attempt at making things rhyme......-*
I dont know why ,
i make my mother cry,
i dont know why i'm mean,
when i dont mean to be mean,
i dont know why im rude,
though my friends say im a dude,
i dont why,
as the years go by,
i become lazy,
my thoughts become hazy
I dont know why,
as the time passes by,
I dont know why i loose my temper,
though all my parents do is pamper,
I dont know why i feel sad,
though nothing in my life is bad,
I dont know why i feel depressed,
as if the mirth of my life is compressed.
I dont know why i foil,
though i do all but toil.
I dont know what to do-
why? why? why?
I dont know what to say-
why?why?why?
I dont know why im mean,
when i dont mean to be mean
I dont know why,
i make my mother cry...
I dont know why ,
i make my mother cry,
i dont know why i'm mean,
when i dont mean to be mean,
i dont know why im rude,
though my friends say im a dude,
i dont why,
as the years go by,
i become lazy,
my thoughts become hazy
I dont know why,
as the time passes by,
I dont know why i loose my temper,
though all my parents do is pamper,
I dont know why i feel sad,
though nothing in my life is bad,
I dont know why i feel depressed,
as if the mirth of my life is compressed.
I dont know why i foil,
though i do all but toil.
I dont know what to do-
why? why? why?
I dont know what to say-
why?why?why?
I dont know why im mean,
when i dont mean to be mean
I dont know why,
i make my mother cry...
Thursday, June 12, 2008
My love...
Your smile is all need,
for this world has nothing more to give,
your face is all i need,
the tranquility it gives.
Your radiant smile,
that makes me jump with joy,
your glittering eyes, oh! so beautiful,
makes me gaze at it ahoy!
Your beautiful lips,
as they part to speak,
your voice as they strike my ear,
oblivious become my life, my love, my fear.
Nothing much, i ask of you,
all that i want,
is to hear you, see you,
every living moment.
As the days go by,
I wait for that one day,
as you , with all ur graciousness,
fill my life with freshness.
Your smile,honey, is all i need,
Your face, your voice, is all i need,
There is no sight, so good to me,
as to see you once a week.....
and there is no thought,
more comforting,than
to know that u are there for me,
for me to know,to hear and to see..
-PTK
for this world has nothing more to give,
your face is all i need,
the tranquility it gives.
Your radiant smile,
that makes me jump with joy,
your glittering eyes, oh! so beautiful,
makes me gaze at it ahoy!
Your beautiful lips,
as they part to speak,
your voice as they strike my ear,
oblivious become my life, my love, my fear.
Nothing much, i ask of you,
all that i want,
is to hear you, see you,
every living moment.
As the days go by,
I wait for that one day,
as you , with all ur graciousness,
fill my life with freshness.
Your smile,honey, is all i need,
Your face, your voice, is all i need,
There is no sight, so good to me,
as to see you once a week.....
and there is no thought,
more comforting,than
to know that u are there for me,
for me to know,to hear and to see..
-PTK
Friday, April 18, 2008
PHEW! i just defined life !
*submitted by PK...thanx
Strange that it may sound but life is something that almost everyone has compared contrasted with. TOday on this momentous occasion i have come up with a remarkably simple theory that explains all about life...it gives answer to almost all questions.....i deal with some of them here--
Our mind i nothing but a vast computer...its got not 1000s but millions of TBs of space in it..and that space is full of JPEGs and MOVs and txts and exes and god knows what all. all that we see , all that we hear and all that we learn are stored as files.... videos, pictures , mp3s and txts...
the world that surround us is made up of infinite pixels.... all interwoven into eachother---so intricately done that we cannot make out one from the other.From here springs out one very important theory that proves as to why nothing on this planet or matter of factly th euniverse is not perfect... and that is because the world around us is perfect and something that is perfect cannot be itself made up of perfect things...it needs to made up of imperfect things... that is why everything around us is imperfect though it strives to reach perfection.....the day something reaches perfection...everything else will also follow suite... and that will be the last day....the end...
Now i go on to explore some common phenomenon of life and explaun it with the help of my theory..
Why do we always forget our answers in exams ,even havin read them 100s of times?
My theory has an explanation. Our mind has millions and millions of TBs and in that what we learn for our studies is a mere txt or a rtf file which i hardly a few kbs.... in frot of the mighty videos that are streamed into the scrren of our eyes this becomes anonimously insignificant.that is why we always tend to forget our answers...
Why do we sleep?
Sleeping for us is like standby for the computer...all processes go on iun the background..as the copmputer sleep peacefully....it opens upas soon as we pressa button.....similrly when we sleep we are just putting our active duties on hold and we remain alive and alert so as to wake up as soon as someone ar something calls us. Although we sleep, proceeses that require less RAM go one in the background....
Anather important reason is that to rest we need to keep our eyes and ears closed... is our eyes our open and we stare at a point... we are nor resting... bcoz TBs of infinite definition video are being continouly stteamd ointo our memory.... and the same thing goes for our ears.. bcoz, the mp3 files keep getting stored....
Why do we dream at night ?
A very important an dpowerful question that has baffled people for ages ... and the best part is that it can be explained very easily usins my theory.....
Ask yourself...what does a computer do when it is in standby or hibernate? il tell u . I t manages the files and alocates and does a hell lot of things...
I have an intertwined theory which explains the purpose of our existence and defines life-
"Life is the attempt made by the video editing software in our brain to stitch our experiences into a 90 years movie"
as son as we sleep , the video editing software starts its job.... thats becoz if it does so while we are not sleeping it can drain us of our resources.....and when it does so, it checks the video to see what they contain..... and that is analogous to playing a video in mute..... this video that it plays to sew together to make a 90 -100 years DVD that we see our dream.... that also explains why a four year old doesnot se a board with E=mc square written on it! It is bcoz we dream of only thoinhs that we have seen of felt in our luife
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*WE SHALLL CONTINUE THE DISCUSION AS I HAVE TO GO TO HAVE DINNER NOW...
Strange that it may sound but life is something that almost everyone has compared contrasted with. TOday on this momentous occasion i have come up with a remarkably simple theory that explains all about life...it gives answer to almost all questions.....i deal with some of them here--
Our mind i nothing but a vast computer...its got not 1000s but millions of TBs of space in it..and that space is full of JPEGs and MOVs and txts and exes and god knows what all. all that we see , all that we hear and all that we learn are stored as files.... videos, pictures , mp3s and txts...
the world that surround us is made up of infinite pixels.... all interwoven into eachother---so intricately done that we cannot make out one from the other.From here springs out one very important theory that proves as to why nothing on this planet or matter of factly th euniverse is not perfect... and that is because the world around us is perfect and something that is perfect cannot be itself made up of perfect things...it needs to made up of imperfect things... that is why everything around us is imperfect though it strives to reach perfection.....the day something reaches perfection...everything else will also follow suite... and that will be the last day....the end...
Now i go on to explore some common phenomenon of life and explaun it with the help of my theory..
Why do we always forget our answers in exams ,even havin read them 100s of times?
My theory has an explanation. Our mind has millions and millions of TBs and in that what we learn for our studies is a mere txt or a rtf file which i hardly a few kbs.... in frot of the mighty videos that are streamed into the scrren of our eyes this becomes anonimously insignificant.that is why we always tend to forget our answers...
Why do we sleep?
Sleeping for us is like standby for the computer...all processes go on iun the background..as the copmputer sleep peacefully....it opens upas soon as we pressa button.....similrly when we sleep we are just putting our active duties on hold and we remain alive and alert so as to wake up as soon as someone ar something calls us. Although we sleep, proceeses that require less RAM go one in the background....
Anather important reason is that to rest we need to keep our eyes and ears closed... is our eyes our open and we stare at a point... we are nor resting... bcoz TBs of infinite definition video are being continouly stteamd ointo our memory.... and the same thing goes for our ears.. bcoz, the mp3 files keep getting stored....
Why do we dream at night ?
A very important an dpowerful question that has baffled people for ages ... and the best part is that it can be explained very easily usins my theory.....
Ask yourself...what does a computer do when it is in standby or hibernate? il tell u . I t manages the files and alocates and does a hell lot of things...
I have an intertwined theory which explains the purpose of our existence and defines life-
"Life is the attempt made by the video editing software in our brain to stitch our experiences into a 90 years movie"
as son as we sleep , the video editing software starts its job.... thats becoz if it does so while we are not sleeping it can drain us of our resources.....and when it does so, it checks the video to see what they contain..... and that is analogous to playing a video in mute..... this video that it plays to sew together to make a 90 -100 years DVD that we see our dream.... that also explains why a four year old doesnot se a board with E=mc square written on it! It is bcoz we dream of only thoinhs that we have seen of felt in our luife
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*WE SHALLL CONTINUE THE DISCUSION AS I HAVE TO GO TO HAVE DINNER NOW...
21 grams........
**hi! im postin it again on behalf of ma buddy prateek
21 grams, that seperates life and death, that throbs our veins that pumps our blood--it is there in everyone of us-- but yet only a few have realised it and the ones who have done so are gr8 men and women.. men who where fearless and dauntless...who fought, who struggled and who won. For they were the ones who respected the 21 grams.. and they where the ones who made a difference....
Look well freinds...look deep...search within the unending reaches of yourself...explore, exploit ,enjoy.. Life is not something that u can tame... Its a wild horse... Let it loose and see for yourself...see what u can do...what u can achieve... nd contrst wid what u are doing ... what u strive 2 achieve.From your busy schedule take out a moment...sit down...relax...reflect....recharge...feel the energy of nature around you....bind it into yourself....let ur body melt and ur mind transcend into infinity...it is then that u shall know urself....ur heart...ur mind...ur spirit... and ur 21 grams....
Rise friends! fear not, for u are the crazy ones , the round pegs in the square holes...the ones who shall make a difference..... I can see in every eye, that meets me... a dream,a vision, a future........
THIS IS OUR WORLD! THIS IS OUR GENERATION ! WE ARE THE LAW MAKERS , THE LAW BREAKERS! let us rise friends...rise to take the mantle...to lead and to inspire...
Lets us fight, for we shall win....let us revolt...for we shall defeat....Let us overthrow the system...
THIS IS OUR WORLD......AND ...WE...SHALL....RULE...IT.........
JOIN ME IF U WISH 2!
21 grams, that seperates life and death, that throbs our veins that pumps our blood--it is there in everyone of us-- but yet only a few have realised it and the ones who have done so are gr8 men and women.. men who where fearless and dauntless...who fought, who struggled and who won. For they were the ones who respected the 21 grams.. and they where the ones who made a difference....
Look well freinds...look deep...search within the unending reaches of yourself...explore, exploit ,enjoy.. Life is not something that u can tame... Its a wild horse... Let it loose and see for yourself...see what u can do...what u can achieve... nd contrst wid what u are doing ... what u strive 2 achieve.From your busy schedule take out a moment...sit down...relax...reflect....recharge...feel the energy of nature around you....bind it into yourself....let ur body melt and ur mind transcend into infinity...it is then that u shall know urself....ur heart...ur mind...ur spirit... and ur 21 grams....
Rise friends! fear not, for u are the crazy ones , the round pegs in the square holes...the ones who shall make a difference..... I can see in every eye, that meets me... a dream,a vision, a future........
THIS IS OUR WORLD! THIS IS OUR GENERATION ! WE ARE THE LAW MAKERS , THE LAW BREAKERS! let us rise friends...rise to take the mantle...to lead and to inspire...
Lets us fight, for we shall win....let us revolt...for we shall defeat....Let us overthrow the system...
THIS IS OUR WORLD......AND ...WE...SHALL....RULE...IT.........
JOIN ME IF U WISH 2!
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