It was 5 in the evening when the news reached my ears my best friend’s grand mother had kicked the bucket. I was only 8 and that news was like music to my ears. Not because I had wanted it to happen, but I had simply misunderstood the phrase. I thought that nana as we all called her was finally fulfilling her dreams of playing football. She always told me that she wanted to play like becham and kept kicking everything in sight.
Little did I know that the difference between kicking the ball and kicking the bucket was a big one? How one little word can change the whole meaning of something? God bless her soul.
My journey into learning one of the most peculiar languages of all times has been fantastic. The idiot’s English as my teacher’s back in school called it.
The most interesting part of learning this language takes me down memory lane when I first started learning idioms.
An idiom in its simplest definition would mean some words or phrases put together which have no connection to the actual meaning most of the times.
It is to say what you mean but don’t mean what you say.
When my teacher started the class on this subject, I was out of ear shot range and I thought the chapter was about a bunch of idiots, and ever since I have taken every opportunity to tease them.
They say every idiom is food for thought; if the mind could eat what are mouths for??
My friend was very short and she kept telling me she wanted to grow tall, I told her don worry ill keep pulling your legs all the time. She took the joke pretty hard.
I went to the baker and asked him for a dozen of loaves, he gave me 13 loaves instead of 12, and I wondered how his business was doing?
When my mom was making chapattis the other day I saw her flinging the flattened dough from the pan into the fire. Now I know who the idiom out of the frying pan and into the fire is dedicated to.
An evaluator told me the other day that he couldn’t make head nor tail out of my writing, I told him sir that’s obvious that if you didn’t have a body to attach it to.
An actor once said that he always had butterflies in his stomach before he performed, wait a minute I thought he was vegetarian.
A critic once told me that I could only sing, the day pigs could fly, I suggested that day he carry the biggest umbrella, you don’t want them crapping over you.
I always make mistakes when I speak, I excuse myself saying sorry it was a slip of my tongue, but deep down I’m really glad that they don’t make slippers out of tongues.
My dad was planning to retire his assistant because he was over the hill for the job, I told my dad to save the poor soul all the trouble of climbing over the hill and just let him continue his job.
On my birthday last year I felt like a million dollars, thank god I had my trusty security to watch over me.
The salesman who came home selling books told me that he was doing this job just to make ends meet, I told him it took years of practice to become a gymnast, what was he doing with books?
By doing noting your killing precious time, this is the solution to the growing crime rates around the world.
A friend of mine told me that her heart sank because her boy friend had dumped her, I wonder who dumped titanic.
A guy boasted once to me saying that he was the top dog that area, I laughed to myself finally he had realized his status.
When the internet first hit the market, everyone went crazy with surfing the net, I was too scared to purchase it initially I mean I did not want any water to get into my computer.
The other day on the beach when I was talking to some guys, my friend commented that one of them was a stuffed shirt, I told her she was as blind as a bat, he was actually topless.
Making long speeches is not my cup of tea, actually I only drink milk
If you have carefully read between the lines you must be some kind of a genius, I mean I never wrote anything.
Finally idioms were, are and always will be the spice of the English life. Each one of them be it clichéd or rare, will be a cherry on top of the icing. Use them once in a blue moon, learn them by heart, keep them at the tips of your tongue or just go bananas using them, you can never have enough.
It’s about time I wrap it up, so the bottom line would be love them or hate them, we have to use them,
Tease them or treat them, they will never change.
Phew!!! That was piece of cake.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Around the world in 5 minutes (If thats how much time you take to read this!)
This piece will orbit around various topics and complete its revolution from the topic it started. I would like to start by saying, “Love is an inexpressible feeling of immense joy”. This love has its own forms. Take for instance the Greeks; they had in their vocabulary many a words jus to describe the various types of love. ‘Eros’ meant sensual love and ‘agape’ meant divine love. One of my favorite civilizations of all times has been the Egyptian civilization. This civilization portrayed in it luxury and royalty along with tyranny deceit and greed. Talking about civilizations my roots I cannot forget, the civilization that was born on the banks of river Indus and was cradled at Harappa and Mohinjodaro, the Indus valley civilization that had the most advanced system of calculations and used a great variety of complex formulae.
This first thing that comes to my mind at the very thought of formulae is one of the greatest scientist, Sir Albert Einstein. e = mc2 is a marvel of the kinetic force. He could calculate numbers up to the exact last point.
As statistics students we are taught to estimate numbers up to 2 decimal points to make life less complicated and more practical. Calculations are a very interesting, so are the studies of business. I remember this lecturer of mine telling us once in class that in today’s world, “ A manager is one who requires a employee with 25 years of age and 45 years of experience”
Not true in all cases. Look at the easy source of income today. “Call Center job” as its christened. Here the employers look out for candidates with any age and no experience. The impact of the BPO’s has made a dramatic effect on the economy. The American companies have captured the minds of a generation who are being made to slog a meager wage. Isn’t this like the times in history when the British literally captured India with disguise of trade?
The release of the movie ‘Lage raho munna bhai’ was like the repeating of the values and principles that were laid down during the freedom struggle. The modernization of the whole Gandhian principles revised the minds of all generations. And the influence of movies is the theme of an incident I’m relating here. It was the other day when my cousins were playing a peaceful game and in a playful mood one of them slapped the other and the one who got slapped showed her other cheek and said “Gandhi had said in the movie that if anyone slaps one cheek then show them another”. Little did she know that her brother was only too happy with Gandhi’s principles that he slapped her 3 times on the other cheek, and the poor girl had to go to bed with tears and a swollen lip.
Talking about influence you can see today the influence of the western culture in every aspect of life. Be it the clothes or the accent, the modern generation feels that it is ‘cool’ or ‘hep’ to copy the westerners. Influence of the west is also seen in the various technologies and other everyday priorities which has made our life more easier and dependent on machines from a nail clipper to the top machines used in industries. A part of the credit goes to the industrial revolution that took place during the 19th century.
This industrial revolution brought along with it various ………………………….. amongst which pollution is one of the major factor for the deterioration of the environment. Various kind of pollutants everyday given out by the industries all over the world take mother earth one step closer to a world of risk and fearful living.
For a moment wouldn’t it be pure bliss to forget everything and imagine a green world full of serene peace, picturesque beauty, melting colors and just miles and miles of wild flowers. This is the exact thought that kick starts my day. The concept of nature is so very ancient yet the very thought would bring instant mental freshness shooing off every burden and worry of the world.
I find the phenomenon of weather in nature very intriguing and fascinating. My favorite being rains. A season of newness, a season to forget it all and cuddle down with someone u love, a season a hot chocolate, a season of romance, a season of love which brings me back to my first topic LOVE which truly is inexpressible form of immense joy.
This first thing that comes to my mind at the very thought of formulae is one of the greatest scientist, Sir Albert Einstein. e = mc2 is a marvel of the kinetic force. He could calculate numbers up to the exact last point.
As statistics students we are taught to estimate numbers up to 2 decimal points to make life less complicated and more practical. Calculations are a very interesting, so are the studies of business. I remember this lecturer of mine telling us once in class that in today’s world, “ A manager is one who requires a employee with 25 years of age and 45 years of experience”
Not true in all cases. Look at the easy source of income today. “Call Center job” as its christened. Here the employers look out for candidates with any age and no experience. The impact of the BPO’s has made a dramatic effect on the economy. The American companies have captured the minds of a generation who are being made to slog a meager wage. Isn’t this like the times in history when the British literally captured India with disguise of trade?
The release of the movie ‘Lage raho munna bhai’ was like the repeating of the values and principles that were laid down during the freedom struggle. The modernization of the whole Gandhian principles revised the minds of all generations. And the influence of movies is the theme of an incident I’m relating here. It was the other day when my cousins were playing a peaceful game and in a playful mood one of them slapped the other and the one who got slapped showed her other cheek and said “Gandhi had said in the movie that if anyone slaps one cheek then show them another”. Little did she know that her brother was only too happy with Gandhi’s principles that he slapped her 3 times on the other cheek, and the poor girl had to go to bed with tears and a swollen lip.
Talking about influence you can see today the influence of the western culture in every aspect of life. Be it the clothes or the accent, the modern generation feels that it is ‘cool’ or ‘hep’ to copy the westerners. Influence of the west is also seen in the various technologies and other everyday priorities which has made our life more easier and dependent on machines from a nail clipper to the top machines used in industries. A part of the credit goes to the industrial revolution that took place during the 19th century.
This industrial revolution brought along with it various ………………………….. amongst which pollution is one of the major factor for the deterioration of the environment. Various kind of pollutants everyday given out by the industries all over the world take mother earth one step closer to a world of risk and fearful living.
For a moment wouldn’t it be pure bliss to forget everything and imagine a green world full of serene peace, picturesque beauty, melting colors and just miles and miles of wild flowers. This is the exact thought that kick starts my day. The concept of nature is so very ancient yet the very thought would bring instant mental freshness shooing off every burden and worry of the world.
I find the phenomenon of weather in nature very intriguing and fascinating. My favorite being rains. A season of newness, a season to forget it all and cuddle down with someone u love, a season a hot chocolate, a season of romance, a season of love which brings me back to my first topic LOVE which truly is inexpressible form of immense joy.
In The Rush of a Vocabulary Adrenaline.
There are always times in one's life when he hits rock bottom or is on cloud 9. At these 2 extremes the rush of adrenaline is mind boggling, I'm no bio student so i wouldn't exactly know how much; but i do know that its enough for you to do crazy things. Like when you just got through an interview; you would promise every Tom, Dick & Harry that you would treat them, or when you had the worst day in you life you'd resort to eating junk ( now you know why your diet is not working; just keep ypurself happy.)
It was about 2 years ago that i realised this uttlerly crazy phenomenon; coz till then all i remember was putting on weight and wondering 'when the hell did i promise her/him a treat?' or 'how did he even know i got through?' (Like you someone pointed this out to me).
So it was one of the lowest points in my life where the love of my life had just dumped me; and the boyfriend who I was cheating on was right there for me as always. Surprised?? (OMG did you actually think that I would tell him that I was cheating on him and he would forgive me? No way did he know.)
So it was one of those guilty days where i was jus in mourning and was doing the cliched-
WHY GOD WHY??? WHY ME???
Anyways the point being, as I had decided to keep away from food ( it took a lot of will power, and a few locks and keys to keep myself away from the fridge), I thought that I could do something else with the MAD RUSH of emotions; and what i actually did was write. I wrote and wrote (typed obviously) till i could write no more and I produced this piece, not story, not a page of the diary, not a lesson of advice, but a PIECE. Why i wrote it GOD ALONE KNOWS.
All I know is this piece was stuck in one of the corners of my hard disc; and now with DC++ back on I really need all the space possible to fill it up with some other souls's writings.
Love it or hate it, read the blog beyond this or not I don't care! All I know is as of now my hard disc is rid of 28.0 KB space which may not be much, but can be used to store better memories!!!
She sits alone.
In the darkest corner of the room. Thinking. Thinking deeply. Thinking about the last few days. About the person she loved. About the sacrifice and betrayal. On her own. Her head buried in her arms, but her heart buried in the grave of sadness and betrayal. She lives today in, hell.
Softly a gentle breeze touches her. She looks up. A shadow of darkness slowly moves. The black is that of a widow who has no more strength to mourn her dead half. It is as if the breeze knows her miseries. It doesn’t move away from her. It just lingers on, ever closer. Should she take the breeze as her companion?
She knows better that love is no bed of roses. The breeze would betray her like he had. Here today, there tomorrow. The breeze now touched her cheeks, those rosy cheeks at one time, had now become as pale as the ghost of death. That gentle touch had made her shiver. She felt cold; but her heart was frozen. If ever did the cruel tears of pain spout, they would have descended down from her cheeks to her neck and nestled comfortably in her bosoms. Bosoms; which represented care, love, trust and many other values of womanhood. But today, they were just a used piece of flesh that was still stuck to her dead body, to remind and torture her more, of the past.
Her tresses uncombed and tangled like her life, flew softly in synchrony with the winds of time. She gazed up, into the sky. No she did not ask for answers, she knew she would never get any. She looked up, to look at the stars. But lo! there were none tonight. She searched for the moon, but the moon was new.
She was draped in the colour of gaiety and the pleasant spring. The color of the sunflower. Oh why was it such state of irony? The colour was only faded into the plight of her regret, it was lost in the ruins of pain; it was diminished and shriveled in the misery of love.
Love is a sin!
There is no gain in it. It is only a punishment. It was the only mistaken creation of the devil. It was the plot of life. It was the one way people could reach heaven. Love was only giving and never expecting, so there would only be place for good deeds which would wash off the bad and be a gateway into St Peter’s world. She had done her share of love, but neither had she reached the gateway of heaven nor had she been burnt in the perils of hell.
He!
Made her sell her soul for peanuts. Prostitution was a better way of life, than betrayal. She questioned it no more. She let it go. She forgave him…
……When she said that it was the best sex she had ever had, it was her first, he corrected her asking her not to call it that. He said he had never made love to another girl. She felt pure, or so she said. He smiled and hugged her, looked deeply into her eyes and said that she was the most beautiful creature god had ever created.
She lay there on the bed, soaking in blood as pure as the virgin herself. He was on his fours over her looking into her eyes speaking words of encouragement, of love and many more. She was mesmerized. It was the first time she had taken such a big leap. She hardly knew him. But he had emerged in her life as her true love. A true charmer he was. Not once did she see that it was unreal. Not once did she question him. Not once did she look into his eyes with anything other than pure love. It was purity. An eternal bliss. He kissed her once more on her forehead and said he liked her.
The deed was left unspoken of in the times to come. There, in that moment, she had felt the world in her. His kiss was like ‘poison ivy’. That poisonous flower which had now filled her heart mind and soul with rotting memories of sad grief.
He made love to her eight times on three different occasions. He seized every opportunity to do it. Every moment of it was pure bliss. He came as an angel disguised to betray her. Even if she had known she would have committed that mistake. That mistake which was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened in her life.
One e-mail had changed it all!
She had made the biggest confrontation with him. She had asked him that, which which even the wisest of the beings would hesitate to ask. She was naïve in the act of love. She had asked the question that even destiny shunned.
Do you love me?
And ever since, she has dwelt in the ruins of the old grave near the church. She was only a creature of the night. She dwelt with other rotting corpses, with the occasional interference of the grave diggers and mourners.
She hadn’t killed herself. Only her soul was dead. For 3 years now it sat on the same scaffold dwelling only in thoughts and memories of that frightful day when he told her that he loved her best friend. And the rest was history. She did not know why she did it, what compelled her to commit that action remains another unanswered question. The act of joining the two lovers. She played the role of god. She became the link between him and her best friend.
And 3 years ago on this same date her best friend had married him. True love was met. True love!
She had sacrificed him for his own sake. Today he was happy with her best friend while she dwelt in remorse and grief.
It struck Mid night!
But time was no different to her, day or night it was the same. She lifted her head. Her ears never made a mistake. No, it was no grave digger. It was a mourner. But none of whom she had ever seen till this date. She was stunned. She knew him.
He walked from the rusted irons to the corner most epitaph. The only epitaph which was blank and only covered with the moss of distress. Why did he walk towards it? This was the first question which she had asked herself in 3 years. And for the first time she was about to get her answer.
He lay down a bunch of flowers. A bouquet of familiar wild flowers, the same ones he had plucked at the spur of the moment and given it to her as a birthday gift on her 17th b day. He knelt down and started brushing the moss off the epitaph. When he had finally cleaned enough, he took out from his pocket a permanent marker black in colour. Her very favorite colour and scribbled on the blank stone.
She walked with a fast gait, almost running towards him, and finally saw what he had written on her epitaph.
I have always loved you.
The moon shone and stars blinked. Tears!!! Those cruel tears finally hit her eyes. Moistening her cheeks that had grown back rosy in colour and in the bosoms a faint music of life began to play.
He was not him. He was the one whom she had betrayed in love.
The moon shone and the stars blinked. True love was met. True love!
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P.S: Any comments???
It was about 2 years ago that i realised this uttlerly crazy phenomenon; coz till then all i remember was putting on weight and wondering 'when the hell did i promise her/him a treat?' or 'how did he even know i got through?' (Like you someone pointed this out to me).
So it was one of the lowest points in my life where the love of my life had just dumped me; and the boyfriend who I was cheating on was right there for me as always. Surprised?? (OMG did you actually think that I would tell him that I was cheating on him and he would forgive me? No way did he know.)
So it was one of those guilty days where i was jus in mourning and was doing the cliched-
WHY GOD WHY??? WHY ME???
Anyways the point being, as I had decided to keep away from food ( it took a lot of will power, and a few locks and keys to keep myself away from the fridge), I thought that I could do something else with the MAD RUSH of emotions; and what i actually did was write. I wrote and wrote (typed obviously) till i could write no more and I produced this piece, not story, not a page of the diary, not a lesson of advice, but a PIECE. Why i wrote it GOD ALONE KNOWS.
All I know is this piece was stuck in one of the corners of my hard disc; and now with DC++ back on I really need all the space possible to fill it up with some other souls's writings.
Love it or hate it, read the blog beyond this or not I don't care! All I know is as of now my hard disc is rid of 28.0 KB space which may not be much, but can be used to store better memories!!!
She sits alone.
In the darkest corner of the room. Thinking. Thinking deeply. Thinking about the last few days. About the person she loved. About the sacrifice and betrayal. On her own. Her head buried in her arms, but her heart buried in the grave of sadness and betrayal. She lives today in, hell.
Softly a gentle breeze touches her. She looks up. A shadow of darkness slowly moves. The black is that of a widow who has no more strength to mourn her dead half. It is as if the breeze knows her miseries. It doesn’t move away from her. It just lingers on, ever closer. Should she take the breeze as her companion?
She knows better that love is no bed of roses. The breeze would betray her like he had. Here today, there tomorrow. The breeze now touched her cheeks, those rosy cheeks at one time, had now become as pale as the ghost of death. That gentle touch had made her shiver. She felt cold; but her heart was frozen. If ever did the cruel tears of pain spout, they would have descended down from her cheeks to her neck and nestled comfortably in her bosoms. Bosoms; which represented care, love, trust and many other values of womanhood. But today, they were just a used piece of flesh that was still stuck to her dead body, to remind and torture her more, of the past.
Her tresses uncombed and tangled like her life, flew softly in synchrony with the winds of time. She gazed up, into the sky. No she did not ask for answers, she knew she would never get any. She looked up, to look at the stars. But lo! there were none tonight. She searched for the moon, but the moon was new.
She was draped in the colour of gaiety and the pleasant spring. The color of the sunflower. Oh why was it such state of irony? The colour was only faded into the plight of her regret, it was lost in the ruins of pain; it was diminished and shriveled in the misery of love.
Love is a sin!
There is no gain in it. It is only a punishment. It was the only mistaken creation of the devil. It was the plot of life. It was the one way people could reach heaven. Love was only giving and never expecting, so there would only be place for good deeds which would wash off the bad and be a gateway into St Peter’s world. She had done her share of love, but neither had she reached the gateway of heaven nor had she been burnt in the perils of hell.
He!
Made her sell her soul for peanuts. Prostitution was a better way of life, than betrayal. She questioned it no more. She let it go. She forgave him…
……When she said that it was the best sex she had ever had, it was her first, he corrected her asking her not to call it that. He said he had never made love to another girl. She felt pure, or so she said. He smiled and hugged her, looked deeply into her eyes and said that she was the most beautiful creature god had ever created.
She lay there on the bed, soaking in blood as pure as the virgin herself. He was on his fours over her looking into her eyes speaking words of encouragement, of love and many more. She was mesmerized. It was the first time she had taken such a big leap. She hardly knew him. But he had emerged in her life as her true love. A true charmer he was. Not once did she see that it was unreal. Not once did she question him. Not once did she look into his eyes with anything other than pure love. It was purity. An eternal bliss. He kissed her once more on her forehead and said he liked her.
The deed was left unspoken of in the times to come. There, in that moment, she had felt the world in her. His kiss was like ‘poison ivy’. That poisonous flower which had now filled her heart mind and soul with rotting memories of sad grief.
He made love to her eight times on three different occasions. He seized every opportunity to do it. Every moment of it was pure bliss. He came as an angel disguised to betray her. Even if she had known she would have committed that mistake. That mistake which was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened in her life.
One e-mail had changed it all!
She had made the biggest confrontation with him. She had asked him that, which which even the wisest of the beings would hesitate to ask. She was naïve in the act of love. She had asked the question that even destiny shunned.
Do you love me?
And ever since, she has dwelt in the ruins of the old grave near the church. She was only a creature of the night. She dwelt with other rotting corpses, with the occasional interference of the grave diggers and mourners.
She hadn’t killed herself. Only her soul was dead. For 3 years now it sat on the same scaffold dwelling only in thoughts and memories of that frightful day when he told her that he loved her best friend. And the rest was history. She did not know why she did it, what compelled her to commit that action remains another unanswered question. The act of joining the two lovers. She played the role of god. She became the link between him and her best friend.
And 3 years ago on this same date her best friend had married him. True love was met. True love!
She had sacrificed him for his own sake. Today he was happy with her best friend while she dwelt in remorse and grief.
It struck Mid night!
But time was no different to her, day or night it was the same. She lifted her head. Her ears never made a mistake. No, it was no grave digger. It was a mourner. But none of whom she had ever seen till this date. She was stunned. She knew him.
He walked from the rusted irons to the corner most epitaph. The only epitaph which was blank and only covered with the moss of distress. Why did he walk towards it? This was the first question which she had asked herself in 3 years. And for the first time she was about to get her answer.
He lay down a bunch of flowers. A bouquet of familiar wild flowers, the same ones he had plucked at the spur of the moment and given it to her as a birthday gift on her 17th b day. He knelt down and started brushing the moss off the epitaph. When he had finally cleaned enough, he took out from his pocket a permanent marker black in colour. Her very favorite colour and scribbled on the blank stone.
She walked with a fast gait, almost running towards him, and finally saw what he had written on her epitaph.
I have always loved you.
The moon shone and stars blinked. Tears!!! Those cruel tears finally hit her eyes. Moistening her cheeks that had grown back rosy in colour and in the bosoms a faint music of life began to play.
He was not him. He was the one whom she had betrayed in love.
The moon shone and the stars blinked. True love was met. True love!
.............................................................................................................................................................
P.S: Any comments???
Friday, November 27, 2009
WhAt OnE RoAd CaN Do?!
I'm not the biggest fan of any subject in class!! I may manage the grades but honestly i'd rather watch the entire season of DEXTER (that's my latest craze) at a stretch than study the night before those horrible exams. What draws my attention minutely to a subject is not the matter itself, but i'm more interested in who teaches it!! Just ask my classmates how important the teacher is, He/She can make or break the subject!
For me, life has been my greatest teacher. I've always believed that there's noting more you can learn in a classroom that you can't learn out in the open. I mean why get a degree spending a trillion bucks when you can just get the same information from the internet for a microscopic fraction of the cost. ASK ME!! i'm in one of these FUTHER EDUCATION colleges; and what i have understood is that somehow when there are people who are older to you, and have a few PHD and research feathers in their hats it all seems somewhat reassuring that what we are learning from the text books who were writen by more people who have to prove their knowledge to the world!
Don't get me wrong or call me a hypocrat yet, im just gettin started here- give me a chance to finish what i'm saying and then pass all the judgements you want.
I love reading books, but i have this huge phobia, it's called the "TEXTBOOKOPHOBIA" no clue how i got it, my dad is a doc and still loves reading his text books for the information and my mom graduated with Bsc honours. So how did i develop this phobia i haven't the slightest idea. So enough with me justifying about the education system, one tiny blog ain't gona change anything.
I was really impressed by WHAT ONE ROAD CAN DO!!
Keyenes was right! BRAVO! What a fantastic theory! Hell is this what i have been trying to understand for the past 8 years?
Now i will start arguing why you should still stay in school and not quit.
So it was on one of those gloomy days, where everything seemed so blue. This force of nature or divine creature if i may call my professor so comes to class and starts with a heavy class of economics. Now let me tell you this the closest i have come to liking eco is FREAKONOMICS ( must read for those who don give a damn about this subject). So anyhow, my professor starts this class on the aggregate demand or something like that, and goes on about some consumption, and expenditure and investemnts ( i actually thought that all of them were the same) and goes on about how they are connected and related...bla bla bla.....
I just couldn't wait to get out of that class, it was 4.15 and my hunger grew from bad to worse. So just as i looked at the watch and was about to pray to god to fastforward time 15 min ahead, this professor tells us a story of what wonders a road can do!
Check this out:
Things around you are going slow. No one freaking cares about doing anything and don't want to get off their lazy asses to work: because of the EXCUSE that there is no work. So what do you do? Just take every last penny you have saved and invest it into building a road. Now these lazy asses have no excuses to not work. So work=money, that means that people now will buy more (don't ask what!) and then you will have to produce more and then you can expand and more activity takes place and now the whole world is one happy place, more money for everyone.
Simple logic? Well guess what this is called? "The MULTIPLIER", I mean imagine for 8 year untill now the multiplier was some complicated shit some smart alik wrote just because he wanted to torture the future generations. But this teacher breaks it down to the basics and from that day onwards all i can ever see in any activity is bloody economics and the multiplier. I have become obsessed with it i think. WHY??? Coz the teacher is that awesome.
So now i'm this chick who takes the trouble reading economics for the subject and not coz i have to pass. I think its good once in a while to open your ears around and listen to people who makes sense....
After all this if your still wondering what I just said or why you wasted you time reading this utter nonsense, I have no clue why i even wrote this!!!!
For me, life has been my greatest teacher. I've always believed that there's noting more you can learn in a classroom that you can't learn out in the open. I mean why get a degree spending a trillion bucks when you can just get the same information from the internet for a microscopic fraction of the cost. ASK ME!! i'm in one of these FUTHER EDUCATION colleges; and what i have understood is that somehow when there are people who are older to you, and have a few PHD and research feathers in their hats it all seems somewhat reassuring that what we are learning from the text books who were writen by more people who have to prove their knowledge to the world!
Don't get me wrong or call me a hypocrat yet, im just gettin started here- give me a chance to finish what i'm saying and then pass all the judgements you want.
I love reading books, but i have this huge phobia, it's called the "TEXTBOOKOPHOBIA" no clue how i got it, my dad is a doc and still loves reading his text books for the information and my mom graduated with Bsc honours. So how did i develop this phobia i haven't the slightest idea. So enough with me justifying about the education system, one tiny blog ain't gona change anything.
I was really impressed by WHAT ONE ROAD CAN DO!!
Keyenes was right! BRAVO! What a fantastic theory! Hell is this what i have been trying to understand for the past 8 years?
Now i will start arguing why you should still stay in school and not quit.
So it was on one of those gloomy days, where everything seemed so blue. This force of nature or divine creature if i may call my professor so comes to class and starts with a heavy class of economics. Now let me tell you this the closest i have come to liking eco is FREAKONOMICS ( must read for those who don give a damn about this subject). So anyhow, my professor starts this class on the aggregate demand or something like that, and goes on about some consumption, and expenditure and investemnts ( i actually thought that all of them were the same) and goes on about how they are connected and related...bla bla bla.....
I just couldn't wait to get out of that class, it was 4.15 and my hunger grew from bad to worse. So just as i looked at the watch and was about to pray to god to fastforward time 15 min ahead, this professor tells us a story of what wonders a road can do!
Check this out:
Things around you are going slow. No one freaking cares about doing anything and don't want to get off their lazy asses to work: because of the EXCUSE that there is no work. So what do you do? Just take every last penny you have saved and invest it into building a road. Now these lazy asses have no excuses to not work. So work=money, that means that people now will buy more (don't ask what!) and then you will have to produce more and then you can expand and more activity takes place and now the whole world is one happy place, more money for everyone.
Simple logic? Well guess what this is called? "The MULTIPLIER", I mean imagine for 8 year untill now the multiplier was some complicated shit some smart alik wrote just because he wanted to torture the future generations. But this teacher breaks it down to the basics and from that day onwards all i can ever see in any activity is bloody economics and the multiplier. I have become obsessed with it i think. WHY??? Coz the teacher is that awesome.
So now i'm this chick who takes the trouble reading economics for the subject and not coz i have to pass. I think its good once in a while to open your ears around and listen to people who makes sense....
After all this if your still wondering what I just said or why you wasted you time reading this utter nonsense, I have no clue why i even wrote this!!!!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
THE LATEST CONSPIRACY!!!!
• Did Armstrong actually land on the moon??
• Is the US fed actually controlling the money supply of the world??
• Is Subhash Chandra Bose still alive (though I hardly think he would survive till now!)
• Is 2012 the end of the world?? (That story never gets old now does it? First it was 2000 then 2010 then 2012…judging by experience I think we are pretty safe you guys. Its AOK to live life normally.)
I have no clue if these are true, or even false; I’m not taking any responsibility if tomorrow morning you get up, get dressed, skip breakfast, kiss your spouse (or not- because you had to sleep out on the couch or porch depending on the intensity of your disparity) and step out of your house and the earth suddenly cracks open and you fall into a deep crevasse of hot molten lava. May be it was your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/HUSBANDS or the breakfast. So Don’t forget to keep her/him/it (I’m not excluding the pets at home-they have feelings you know) happy and buy all the things she/he/it wants. Never know when the curse just might work!
So what do I know that’s new? Keep this to yourself….
I know someone who OWNS THIS GODDAMN WORLD!
Just hear me out; before you think im a nutjob!
So Mr 5’7” fair, coloured eyes is just another ordinary guy. He leads a normal life (YEAH RIGHT!). He’s friendly with everyone or may be a little too friendly. Usually holds onto the hand of the person who offers him a handshake, a bit too long. Kiss ass, to everyone on this planet. Has tricks up his sleeves all the time. Seems to get affected by everyone he comes across in some way or another. Knows his politics well and I can just go on. These seem normal don’t they? Well you may just say hey I think shes describing the guy sitting next to me in class.
But that’s the beauty of it, he knows how to blend in. What my dear friend doesn’t know here is that I’m onto him. He has no F@#$%^G idea that I know his secret. He is very cautious, very very cautious infact he has prsonalised bodygaurds or may I say the FED agents around him all the time. Dressed as civilions ofcourse. He knows about every theory created on this earth. But doesn’t know the symbols ‘>’ apart from ‘<’. Poor guy too much on his mind; just cant figure it out. He only loves himself, well that’s a BIG SURPRISE. What’s strange is that he’s never seen with the same group of friends everyday and the thing even stranger is that I have never seen those people ever again. He always is dressed up as 007 or atleast thinks he is. And he always has an opinion for everything.
He’s had every single experience in the world yet he’s only 25. He seems t know the dirt on every famous person or company. Huge cash reserves (though I think he still owes me a treat for his B-DAY). Get this he gets straight A’s for his participation in class in all the subjects but he gets like an average B and C in the writen, clever fellow knows how to balace his grades to not make eit look suspicious.
Let me tell you one thing this was not an easy chore. I’ve had to work hard to 8 months now to get all the scoop. It all begane when I couldn’t figure out why he spoke to every single teacher outside class for 10 min after every single class everyday. Some may call it ASS KISSING. I was in this dilusion too, but thanks to many months of investigation I have finally uncovered his true identity.
Mr. G!
That’s who he is. And all the talking outside class was actually coded language through which he comunicated his feedback to the teachers. The college was set up and funded by him and he sits in class for BETA testing. He has had people in love or worshping him all the time. He is god to some and an asshole to many others, love him or hate him you just cant ignore him. He’s there in every single one of our lives, the guy who thinks he knows it all and the one who thinks he rules the world ( I’m talking about the same guy here).
If he aint the owner of the world, then who else could he be?
So if you see him anywhere around you it’s better to stay away. That’s my sincere advice. I goto go for now! I think he’s tracked me down……. Well just before I leave and catch my midnight plane (to XXX XXXX I cant tell you who I am or where I’m going it’s too risky. He may find out.) I will tell you this……..that in life when you find him…..just…
DISCLAIMER: This article had to be discontinued due to some serious problems, May Her Soul Rest In Peace
• Is the US fed actually controlling the money supply of the world??
• Is Subhash Chandra Bose still alive (though I hardly think he would survive till now!)
• Is 2012 the end of the world?? (That story never gets old now does it? First it was 2000 then 2010 then 2012…judging by experience I think we are pretty safe you guys. Its AOK to live life normally.)
I have no clue if these are true, or even false; I’m not taking any responsibility if tomorrow morning you get up, get dressed, skip breakfast, kiss your spouse (or not- because you had to sleep out on the couch or porch depending on the intensity of your disparity) and step out of your house and the earth suddenly cracks open and you fall into a deep crevasse of hot molten lava. May be it was your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/HUSBANDS or the breakfast. So Don’t forget to keep her/him/it (I’m not excluding the pets at home-they have feelings you know) happy and buy all the things she/he/it wants. Never know when the curse just might work!
So what do I know that’s new? Keep this to yourself….
I know someone who OWNS THIS GODDAMN WORLD!
Just hear me out; before you think im a nutjob!
So Mr 5’7” fair, coloured eyes is just another ordinary guy. He leads a normal life (YEAH RIGHT!). He’s friendly with everyone or may be a little too friendly. Usually holds onto the hand of the person who offers him a handshake, a bit too long. Kiss ass, to everyone on this planet. Has tricks up his sleeves all the time. Seems to get affected by everyone he comes across in some way or another. Knows his politics well and I can just go on. These seem normal don’t they? Well you may just say hey I think shes describing the guy sitting next to me in class.
But that’s the beauty of it, he knows how to blend in. What my dear friend doesn’t know here is that I’m onto him. He has no F@#$%^G idea that I know his secret. He is very cautious, very very cautious infact he has prsonalised bodygaurds or may I say the FED agents around him all the time. Dressed as civilions ofcourse. He knows about every theory created on this earth. But doesn’t know the symbols ‘>’ apart from ‘<’. Poor guy too much on his mind; just cant figure it out. He only loves himself, well that’s a BIG SURPRISE. What’s strange is that he’s never seen with the same group of friends everyday and the thing even stranger is that I have never seen those people ever again. He always is dressed up as 007 or atleast thinks he is. And he always has an opinion for everything.
He’s had every single experience in the world yet he’s only 25. He seems t know the dirt on every famous person or company. Huge cash reserves (though I think he still owes me a treat for his B-DAY). Get this he gets straight A’s for his participation in class in all the subjects but he gets like an average B and C in the writen, clever fellow knows how to balace his grades to not make eit look suspicious.
Let me tell you one thing this was not an easy chore. I’ve had to work hard to 8 months now to get all the scoop. It all begane when I couldn’t figure out why he spoke to every single teacher outside class for 10 min after every single class everyday. Some may call it ASS KISSING. I was in this dilusion too, but thanks to many months of investigation I have finally uncovered his true identity.
Mr. G!
That’s who he is. And all the talking outside class was actually coded language through which he comunicated his feedback to the teachers. The college was set up and funded by him and he sits in class for BETA testing. He has had people in love or worshping him all the time. He is god to some and an asshole to many others, love him or hate him you just cant ignore him. He’s there in every single one of our lives, the guy who thinks he knows it all and the one who thinks he rules the world ( I’m talking about the same guy here).
If he aint the owner of the world, then who else could he be?
So if you see him anywhere around you it’s better to stay away. That’s my sincere advice. I goto go for now! I think he’s tracked me down……. Well just before I leave and catch my midnight plane (to XXX XXXX I cant tell you who I am or where I’m going it’s too risky. He may find out.) I will tell you this……..that in life when you find him…..just…
DISCLAIMER: This article had to be discontinued due to some serious problems, May Her Soul Rest In Peace
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The 9 month Search.....
22 november 2009, marks a day in the history of my life. i love achievements; i'm a 'WINAHOLIC'. Winaholic?? may be that aint the right word but who cares!! (although i hope someone does nominate it to become the part of a dictionary).
IM SO %$#@^&* happy.!!! I found my treasure. Well may be not that big a deal to anyone, but i hope you are feeling the adrenaline pumping in...CAN YOU FEEL IT??
I just can't get myself to write...Think straight gal...CONCENTRATE....Huusaaaa...deep breath...hold it...5..4..3..2..1........ ... ....... .... .. .... ... (lost in thought)......... ....gasping. . .. . . . . oh crap!!..release...phew!!
So where do i begine?
oh god I'm so freakin..excited...i mean its that click of the moment...that one symbol...hhmmmm...everyone said you were gone forever deleted....they said YOU EXPIRED!!
What idots. well you see it's my fault anyhow. i created you without a second thought...coz it was a craze back then...i just joined in...who knew it would cause so many problems...but baby now i found you again. i promise not to leave you...you were are and always will be mine...i will raise you up to live up to your name..i love you!!!
today after the 9 month long search i finally found my BLOG again...which i had forgotten!! GOD BLESS YOU GOOGLE.....you can really do wonders.....YOUR MY HERO!!
IM SO %$#@^&* happy.!!! I found my treasure. Well may be not that big a deal to anyone, but i hope you are feeling the adrenaline pumping in...CAN YOU FEEL IT??
I just can't get myself to write...Think straight gal...CONCENTRATE....Huusaaaa...deep breath...hold it...5..4..3..2..1........ ... ....... .... .. .... ... (lost in thought)......... ....gasping. . .. . . . . oh crap!!..release...phew!!
So where do i begine?
oh god I'm so freakin..excited...i mean its that click of the moment...that one symbol...hhmmmm...everyone said you were gone forever deleted....they said YOU EXPIRED!!
What idots. well you see it's my fault anyhow. i created you without a second thought...coz it was a craze back then...i just joined in...who knew it would cause so many problems...but baby now i found you again. i promise not to leave you...you were are and always will be mine...i will raise you up to live up to your name..i love you!!!
today after the 9 month long search i finally found my BLOG again...which i had forgotten!! GOD BLESS YOU GOOGLE.....you can really do wonders.....YOUR MY HERO!!
