Creating a Horcrux...some fun-dae(theory) :)

Let start with what is a horcrux : A Horcrux is a fictional magical object in the Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling. It is a Dark Magic device created to attain immortality. as defined in Wiki. That brings with it the next question...how would you define immortality ? Wiki says "Immortality (or eternal life) is the concept of living in a physical or spiritual form for an infinite or inconceivably vast length of time". So I presume vast length of time means beyond the time of physical being.

With this definition of horcrux, I say we can create our horcruxes in real life. You ask me how.This is how you create your horcrux.

There are two necessary and sufficient conditions that MUST be fulfilled to create a horcrux.
Condition 1: You must love somebody.
Condition 2: And that somebody must love you.

And by love I mean the acceptance of another being in whole.
The outcome of this is that, you tend to create a better half of yourself in the other person and the other person tends to accept that part of you in himself. Thus creating a piece of you in him. So when you die that piece doesn't die but remains immortally in the other being of-course until that being survives.

If you wish to immortalize yourself in a non-living object then this is limited objects that can hold your details like a diary etc. but this will only hold your properties but not the real you.

There are limitations when functions like CreateHorcrux are imported from Fantasy class to Real class...Oh I mean world :D.
So if you wish to create a horcrux...find your mate today and immortalize yourself! :D Howzzat! ?

AutoEmote

That's the mode in which people attend weddings. Emote as soon as a slight warmth felt.
I don't blame people. We are made that way i guess. Happy on tickling, teary on parting...blah blah. But somehow I don't connect to those feelings which induce tears in marriages though I connect to the one's that make me laugh.. So with a sole intention of giving best wishes and bringing a little smile on my sisters face, I chose the path of writing a funny poem for my sisters wedding as a gift which I intended to put in the scrap book made by my Lil cousin sis.

Following is my poem. Not flowery, not sophisticated, but just a few feelings and memories that were put to words....just a day before my sis wedding and on the way to Delhi(the venue of marriage).
Like I promised(post-wedding), I wont stop anyone from emoting, but Ill try to learn to bring only that much warmth next time that can be held without melting peoples heart to tears.
Here is the poem :
To dearest Monaco(that's what I call my sis),

You've been a great student,
You've been an ideal sister,
Your life's been a guide,
with lots of pinnacles and pride.

We had fun,
We had fights,
it was innocent and without guile,
even if it was for a while.

Memories diminished,
time went faster,
we both grew taller,
and understood that, it was not "matter".
(background: we used to fight whose going to be taller when we would grow up.)

I remember how my tickles irritated you,
and how you closed yourself in a room for studies,
you were my mom's favorite,
and now you have found your mate.(I find this part funny)


We never discussed your marriage,
and it was best this way,
I dint know how to make this special,
This is my small little funny way.

I'm sure jiju is a gem,
just like you are to us,
So to share your joy we are here,
Happy n gay, dancing n hopping, here and there(This ones funny too :))

I wish you all the best,
and a happy married life,
rife with love and care,
in a life that you will now share.

So I handed over this poem to my to-be-wed sis..too embarrassed to read it aloud.
She said she wont cry and I said you cant on this funny one. :) But alas, she cried and I was guilty of being extra warm ...
But I'm sure she shall remember it and so shall I.
A few extra smiles I received for this, but my motive was served and it was a special moment for her.:)

Life is funny when its good and funny when its sad ...but only when the sad times have passed.

Life

Among one of our life-discussions with my friends this quote came up : " If every one is Happy with you it means you have made a lot of compromises."

At that moment I felt it to be very true. And at that moment I thought I must have made a lot of compromises all along coz then,every one seems to be happy with me.

I must have looked overlooked a few of my compromises as well, so I started analysing my relations.

To my surprise I did not any instance where I had compromised. Infact IO felt I was happy doing what could possibly be called a compromise. SO should I call them compromise....? I decide not to. Just like studies become hard when people ask us to work hard ; my choices could seem unnecessary when called compromises.

It simply means, choices are made to be called destiny.Infact its a choice you do so or no. I read somewhere taht vivekananda says, Man is a creature tied to a tree and only when he takes the spiritiual path does the rope extend...May be that was his choice and thats what their followers choose to believe...But I feel life is that horse which goes as you take it if you drive it else it goes on ..on its own adn we can call it destiny...
The debate will go on..if its choice or if its destiny that drives one...but I like to believe its choice and (like mask says) no one can stop me. :)

Lohagad Unlimited

Its always been on my mind that when we go on treks we must have unlimited time to sit and enjoy the tranquility to our hearts content. But everytime I have been on trek its either been with some professional trekkers who have a lot to show, or some other time constraints.

This time it was different.With a couple of close friends who had little worries and plenty of time to enjoy the serenity of the place; we had one of those amazing hours we would treasure. And the place we chose was loahgad. One of the forts located on the sides of the sahayadris. Lots of fun when we sat for about one hour at the tip of Vinchu Kata. We spoke we kept silent we slept over each other like puppies and we breathed fresh air. A time unforgettable.

More of those moments captured here

Lame law.

Even though I have no experience in managing a country with so many people; I can say we have a lame law.Its been a discussion outside courts;at homes of terror hit people;at Mumbai and at the lunch and dinner tables of almost every house hold in Mumbai.
Yes I am talking about the ubiquitous topic: The Kasab case.
Some terrorists coolly come to the shore of land discovered by Vasco Da Gama in a manner similar to his except that this one's loaded with every deleterious material needed to shed enough blood to talk about for a few coming years. And they are successful. Not at terrorizing people but giving topics for the immature Indian media(Again I don't need an experience here. The stupid BREAKING NEWS that they display is enough to conclude.).And now one of the culprits is sitting in the jail with most flattering media attention and a treatment may be the other unfortunate jailed are devoid of. May be the conversation now among small time criminals is they have to commit this big a crime to achieve this kind of a royal treatment...
Information has been pouring since day one from this detained and certified terrorist.It requires validation ; agreed. More could be lurking behind the ever changing replies from this psychopath. But when it comes to taking action on the information provided; the blindfolded lady thinks twice! Will this case go on and on like the other scam cases ? Or will it only till the day there is a security lapse and this fellow escapes to kill some more innocent lives ?

How many times are we going to go over and over again saying there has to be a different law for handling terrorism? Sometimes it feels as if the law is too lame to handle cases this strong. Are we going to tolerate such terrorism and let its culprits breathe under the hood of democracy and give them a fair chance ?

The government should be made to give a daily report to the ever hungry media on this case as its a universal concern. The RTI might help in that case. A law(about RTI) I doubt would give us enough lead in every government aspect but surely would in this case. This reporting would clearly display the languid law and its dying effectiveness. At least it would budge the law-handlers to wake up and put a full-stop on this long-stretched drama under pressure if not as a part of their duty.

Angelic...adorable..

Those are the adjectives that pop up in my mind every time I think of the Sa Re Ga Ma Pa host Afsha. This six year old kid with tiny red spectacles sitting on her nose, donned with a little frock drives a show! And no, there is no sign of the prompter helping her in her talks. And believe me its done in complete extemporaneous manner.

Well the show is about a competition of kids with nearly single-digit ages . And each gem picked up by renowned singers.But the major attraction no matter what is the show host. Whenever she speaks my heart leaps to catch hold of her and leave a tightly held on her cheek.

She came in the lime light only by chance during the auditions.She was five then. A renowned singer and judge Alka Yagnik asked this child prodigy a couple of questions and got a prompt and adorable replies. Observing these precocious impulses Alka asked Afsha's mom "What did you consume when she was in yet to be born that has given rise to this gem?". And Afsha answered for her mom saying she had had a "Vada Pav". That's it. This question has been asked to her so many times since then in the show that her birthday was celebrated with a cake in the shape of Vada Pav.:D Each one on the show is so moved by this little star that her cheek was full of lipstick marks at the end of her birthday celebration.The show is adjusted with another little boy host to accommodate this young smarty.
A treat to the eyes after a long day's work. :) Love you Afsha!

Without health, there is no point. To anything. ~Everett Mámor

Do you remember the feeling you get when as a kid you were not allowed to play and all your friends would have tried calling you?

Watching teary eyed out the window with tiny eyes at friends playing the most exciting game of hide and seek.Not allowed to go down to play because home work is not completed or school arranged a silly test the next day such that only this kid is stuck.Have you had this feeling ever ? Well, I did...but that was twelve years back and after that this weekend.



A friend was back in town after three years and we had planned a get-together. So extensively planned events hardly get any last minute changes..but this time there was! The all excited me; never got chance to get out of the house. The moment I got off the train to Bombay, I was having a temperature of more that 102 degrees. Tried ignoring, distracting myself,..but how far could I run away from myself...I had to face it. I was flat on the bed as soon as I reached.

The next 48 hours I was the mermaid of the bed;now that it was known I had caught viral fever. No walking, talking and aware of each of the 102 bones, coz most of the joints were hurting. Just sleeping , rolling, re planning trying to make it possible to catch up some or the other way. And of course messaging.The weakness and the rise and fall of the temperatures took out all the energy and water out of me ...Felt like a pig ... (No connection with swine flu there :))

Recovered now,I wish if-only weekends were longer, or may be only this one... or may be I could go back in time and not have missed the rest of ma friends who enjoyed meeting after such a huge gap. But wish list never ends.lesson re-learnt; without health nothing is useful.Not money, and not even plans :).

Using volition to change the future...

Excited and eager; this time not because I was going home but because it was Election time and I was eligible to vote. Vote and contribute. To vote and be responsible for the fate of mine and the others.To make use of the only way to mak a difference. To finally act and change what we complained; change that angered us.
To prove that those complaints were not an impulse of indigence but the birth of passion to change the situation.

An amazing sense of excitement as if I was to be a part of Rang de basanti for a moment. A wow to never give those flattering bastards a chance to rule and exploit. A pride of being a part of a democratic nation.

I was on the lookout for a set of characteristics that were kiddish yet reasonable. Discussed with a couple of politics followers,and some learned people.
A couple of questions that came up were : age,education, assets, parties and their unsuitable candidates..n so on. Internet was a great help. The biggest question was whether to choose the party or the candidate. But in the end it was the party as in India , number of heads matter.

After a lot of dilly dallying, arguments, came to a conclusion of whom to bet my choice on.There was immense pleasure in voting and waiting for the outcome.
I believe that even one vote can change our future and we must use this control judiciously no matter how tiny we might appear compared to the masses.

Nano d/near.

No sooner than that little peice of innovation will be on the streets than will every 2nd person near you will start owning a four wheeler. Nano will be the talk at lunch table, the limelight for a few coming days until media digs out those nuances to defame it.

Note: these are not criticisms but just a funny hyperbolic prediction of what might be coming.



Nevertheless people will continue to purchase. The craze will rise. Young men would start embellishing it with virile art and flaunt it. It would be one of those ubiquitous items like the cellphones. That time is not far when we would be measured by the number of nanos they own .:D

Whats next ? The immense problem for parking. May be tata should start planning for a fold-able car in a suitcase. ;).
Traffic will move at snails pace with one nano moving out of the city and a slight progress. The after effects will multiply and soon there will be a need to eliminate all this.Roads will seem like parking lots themselves.Beggars will need to be more malnourished to pass these door-to-door gaps between these cars in the crawling traffic.

Nano customized interior designers will be out to make use of the space well. ;) The space crunch might bring out double Decker nanos : the nananos.:D . You can accessorize your nano. Pay some puny amount and get a diki attached. A little more and a side seater. :D In the end its size wont be more than your earlier car ;).

Some like me would abondan the dream of traveling in a private vehicle and opt the blissful journey of public transport. No driving and no worries. Nevertheless I would love to see the Nano coming and would love a ride in it too. Infact I truly appreciate Tata's initiative to reach out to the people with innovation.
But trust me; after living in Pune for four years you would understand the need of traffic and transportaion planning .:)

Not a man enough

Well very maligning a title but I couldnt think of any other words except these when I wish to talk about the man in the news battering Rihanna.Ya I'm talking about Chris Brown.

How could a man who could sing with feelings of loyalty, belonging, yearning, floating in love commit such a dastardly act on a woman. Even in the most compelling situation like for example even if Rihanna came out to be the character in her song "unfaithful" what man would be such an animal to assault nature s physically weaker sex ? Emotions drive people mad true. But one who cannot control them and stoop to such levels are no different from beasts of wrath.
It would not be fair for me to provide an alternative as every person reacts differently but surely there are some latent rules that mankind follows as a respect to nature's creation.We don't attack the defenseless, we don't attack the weaker unless we have become one of these beasts.

Being one of his fans doesn't blind me from ridiculing this act of his and has also brought me to a conclusion that these singers no matter how deep they might sound in their songs could be completely deviant from the characters they play in their songs. One more standing example is the very notorious Britney.I dont say that these people are not worth the love they receive from their fans but more than love these people need help. Help in retaining their normal life and sanity.

Well i aint God to pass a judgement but I cant help bringin it up that I absolutely detest living under oppression.

Movie-moved

Empathising is dangerous with movie-characters. :) .Thats the conclusion I drew when I saw a movie I had collected out of the occasional movie-hunger I develop. This is true especially for the movies where in the endings are not as happy as we would like it to be.

Well, Im talking about a korean movie called the Classic. Dont worry I aint putting up the story here. All i wish to say is that this movie squeezed my heart so much that tears came pourin out for a while more than I could handle. And my mistake was that I empathised with the character deep enough that I felt her loss immensely :). Lol...sounds like its melted me to the extents That Ive become sentimental.



Na I confidently consider myself of not bein a sentimental fool crying at some silly "Ready To Die" love recipes. Nor do I detach myself so much as not to feel the up s and down s the movie intends to make me experience. But this one took me by surprise.

It(the movie) belongs to the romanic genre and has got a predictable and long story with amazing actors and cute faces.

While watching never realised how the emotions had shaped up so strongly that a sharp turn the movie took towards the end almost pricked me. You ought to watch this movie when you think you re turning into one of the stone hearted creatures staying in the cement jungles..:)


Thats enough of a cry-baby post.

An attempt at poetry...

I like trying new things and here is my attempt at poetry... :) If you get bugged midway go to the end and please collect my best wishes typed in for you ;).

A bit scared a bit unsure
I stare at the next step
peeping within
Trying to recall
my intentions so pure

A butterfly flies by
distracted I watch it
and then suddenly realize
look at conscience eye to eye
trying not to lie

Now back at my step
see above and watch people
moving ahead fearlessly
soaring higher and higher
and i wish to take a leap

They say no shortcuts to success
so i get back to my step
lift my leg and fear grips again
uninvited questions barge in
and once again
I stay where I was.

Anxiety never leaves me alone
but hope is whom i never let be alone
dats d reason new-year has  gifted me
strength to fight fear and anxiety
So will has become my second home.

I shall rise and step-up
from the shackles that an idle mind has tied
Breaking free from self-made boundaries
And i found no word to rhyme this time
except for ketchup :D.

I re-read the above lines
quack-quack pass by the ducks
And I just realised
this poem sucks :D

Is it even a poem ??
Rhyme sequence : a , x, y ,z , a
:D

Wishes:
New year is the time to unfold new horizons
and realize new dreams,
to rediscover the strength  and faith within,
to rejoice in simple pleasures,
and gearup for new challenges.
Wishin you a very very Happy New Year!