I did not do my laundry last week.
I did not clean my bike yet.
I havent fixed my guitar till now.
I havent got a haircut either.
I havent paid my phone bills and I havent cleaned the dishes.
I havent seen Lord of The Rings and
I havent yet changed the month on the calendar.
I havent told my friend how much I love her.
I havent paid attention in class either.
I havent tried to try as yet.
I havent shaved lately.
I havent studied much either.
I havent stopped wasting too much time and
I definitely havent started using all of it.
I didnt make my bed yesterday.
I havent completely kept in touch with all my friends.
I didnt do this.
I didnt do that.
I havent come here and
I havent gone there either.
But yesterday,
I did vote.
And I am proud to have done it.
Have you ?
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Tennis Vs Pacman
I am bored, jobless and my bank account balance is nearly zero. I dont even have the money to buy shaving cream. Therefore now, I have fur growing on my face. Also, my super detergent washing powder is over. Which means I am officially out of clean clothes to wear for another couple of days. I still have my guitar though. Oh wait! My strings broken. Gaah...!!
Doesn't matter. I still have my orange juice.
So I was just browsing through the 2764757463547582576 different channels on my TV and I just came to know that world number two tennis player, Roger Federer, married his long term girlfriend, Mirka Vavrinec. Interesting eh? No? Okay.
Tennis is a funny game. It is unlike pacman you see. You cant play tennis while sitting on your couch. Or pause it to go and have a leak. Not real tennis anyway.
So I tried my hand at tennis a couple of days ago. Sure! You just have to hit the ball across the net and thats it, right? Well basically...yeah. But getting the ball across itself was a task as difficult as losing weight! For me anyway.
Heck! They even have a proper technique to holding the tennis ball! You dont just hold the ball and the racquet like how you think you would hold the ball and the racquet. Sometimes, if you are an absolute beginner and a person who absolutely loves to exaggerate things a lot, like me, there's a little rocket science involved too!
This is how you do it. Hold the tennis ball with your non-dexterous hand. This will enable you to hold the racket in your dominant hand, and be ready to hit the ball to your opponent. Now, when the ball is coming towards you, watch the flight of the ball very carefully. Make a mental note of the angle and the speed of the ball and use your high school geometry and algebra and physics to calculate the position of the ball, as to where it will be, after it has bounced and after it has stopped rising. Accordingly move to that position. Reading the flight path of the ball is vital to move to the right place. Otherwise you will miss the shot.
In Pacman, you just have to move the joystick in four different directions.
After my hugely successful round of playing tennis against my friend, in a real court, using a real net, I was promoted to play against the wall.
Yes. The wall !!
For those of you who don't know much about tennis, like me, the wall is a terrible opponent and let me tell you this - He is the best! No matter how good a player you are, he will always be better! I mean, he never gets tired. He will always return your shots. He is never at fault. He never talks. And he doesnt even get distracted by beautiful women. Or men. (I don't think he has feelings)
So naturally, I was a little frustrated with my friend for making me play against someone who doesnt even talk! I mean, who will I talk to in the middle of shots now? Instead, its just making me concentrate on my shots better! Its making me CONCENTRATE !! I can't even distract "the wall" with my funny antics! It doesnt even give me chance to do that! The other day, I was telling him a knock knock joke and I didn't even get to tell him who was on the other side of the door! He just stared blankly!
But all said and done, I can't deny the fact that I somehow still like tennis. Some of the outfits for girls are really cute! I mean REALLY cute!! :)
Besides that I kinda like hitting the balls. Everytime I hit it, with my racket of course, I get this weird pleasure of having really accomplished something! You should try it out too! With a racket of course.
But I'd still prefer to sip on a glass of orange juice, while I settle down on the couch in my non-clean clothes and unshaven face to play the best game ever - Pacman.
Anyday.
Doesn't matter. I still have my orange juice.
So I was just browsing through the 2764757463547582576 different channels on my TV and I just came to know that world number two tennis player, Roger Federer, married his long term girlfriend, Mirka Vavrinec. Interesting eh? No? Okay.
Tennis is a funny game. It is unlike pacman you see. You cant play tennis while sitting on your couch. Or pause it to go and have a leak. Not real tennis anyway.
So I tried my hand at tennis a couple of days ago. Sure! You just have to hit the ball across the net and thats it, right? Well basically...yeah. But getting the ball across itself was a task as difficult as losing weight! For me anyway.
Heck! They even have a proper technique to holding the tennis ball! You dont just hold the ball and the racquet like how you think you would hold the ball and the racquet. Sometimes, if you are an absolute beginner and a person who absolutely loves to exaggerate things a lot, like me, there's a little rocket science involved too!
This is how you do it. Hold the tennis ball with your non-dexterous hand. This will enable you to hold the racket in your dominant hand, and be ready to hit the ball to your opponent. Now, when the ball is coming towards you, watch the flight of the ball very carefully. Make a mental note of the angle and the speed of the ball and use your high school geometry and algebra and physics to calculate the position of the ball, as to where it will be, after it has bounced and after it has stopped rising. Accordingly move to that position. Reading the flight path of the ball is vital to move to the right place. Otherwise you will miss the shot.
In Pacman, you just have to move the joystick in four different directions.
After my hugely successful round of playing tennis against my friend, in a real court, using a real net, I was promoted to play against the wall.
Yes. The wall !!
For those of you who don't know much about tennis, like me, the wall is a terrible opponent and let me tell you this - He is the best! No matter how good a player you are, he will always be better! I mean, he never gets tired. He will always return your shots. He is never at fault. He never talks. And he doesnt even get distracted by beautiful women. Or men. (I don't think he has feelings)
So naturally, I was a little frustrated with my friend for making me play against someone who doesnt even talk! I mean, who will I talk to in the middle of shots now? Instead, its just making me concentrate on my shots better! Its making me CONCENTRATE !! I can't even distract "the wall" with my funny antics! It doesnt even give me chance to do that! The other day, I was telling him a knock knock joke and I didn't even get to tell him who was on the other side of the door! He just stared blankly!
But all said and done, I can't deny the fact that I somehow still like tennis. Some of the outfits for girls are really cute! I mean REALLY cute!! :)
Besides that I kinda like hitting the balls. Everytime I hit it, with my racket of course, I get this weird pleasure of having really accomplished something! You should try it out too! With a racket of course.
But I'd still prefer to sip on a glass of orange juice, while I settle down on the couch in my non-clean clothes and unshaven face to play the best game ever - Pacman.
Anyday.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Improbable....But I Love Her Anyway
Ok. I know. Sometime back I must have said that I will never ever fall in love again and that no matter what, I will leave things to fate and destiny or something equally stupid like that. Well now, I would like to change my views a little.
Love is something that cannot be stopped at will. Or even be started at will. It doesn't have an on/off switch, which can be turned on/off at will. Scientifically, love is nothing but the chemical release of endorphines. But humanly, love is a tool......and more love is the end product.
I am still in love with her and more so than ever. She probably doesn't know this and maybe its better like that. Who knows? Who knows how she might react if I tell her that I love her so much that I would happily gift her my last chocolate? She obviously knows that chocolate to me, is what Adam is to Eve. Or worse still! How will she react when she comes to know that the more I see her, the more I feel like kissing that imperfectly cute nose of her's. The more I talk to her, the more I want to be lost with her. The more I look into her eyes, the harder it is for me to stop myself from kissing her, from not touching her lips. The harder it is for me to tell her just how much I love her.
If I were him, I would begin by looking into your eyes as I gently brush away your hair with my fingertips. As I look deep into your heart, I would run my fingers down your cheek and bring my index finger to your lips. I would ask you to close your eyes and feel the summer breeze rushing upon your skin. I would kiss you as I lower my hands into yours and our fingers will interlock as the scattered noises of the crowd and the surroundings drown into this moment of us. Thats what I would have done anyway. But all I have is just a handful of words to let you know what you mean to me.
I have learnt, that loving her, is a journey of finding her heart through the simplest ways. Her eyes, her lips and her touch, they are all just extensions of her inner beauty. Usually, the way a woman desires for her man to change, is considered a flaw, since its always upto the man whether he wants to change or not and acceptance is a significant part of love. However, when you take the time to discover her for everything that she is and find her intentions, its about letting her change you into the man you were always meant to be and allowing yourself to need her in order to become more than who you are.
You are someone with whom I can share all my deepest feelings and dreams with. It is my desire to make you laugh and cry and dream of many more beautiful things. You are the reason I find a new reason to redefine the redefinition of what it is to love.
Loving her has been a journey of realization. Realization of the many beautiful truths and candid moments, that would have otherwise gone unnoticed if it weren't for her. It is a journey of discovery. And finding beauty in her every movement. Like when she runs her fingertips along the empty walls of a lonely hallway. Or the time when she simply cups the palm of her small hands to cover her face as she sneezes. Or sometimes even when she is just sleeping. Doing nothing, yet simply doing everything. Her eyes closed, breathing gently, her soft cheeks resting without a doubt on her hands, while her playful mind wanders far far away, dreaming in another land.
But I have also learnt that sometimes the only thing that matters is just being there for her as best as you're able to, which is the reason why its the desire you have to build a connection with her and put yourself in her shoes. I want to make love with her. Not just to her. And there's a difference.
Loving you, as I discovered, is to give you the wings and still hope that you might stay. Loving you is to realize that your tears are not just tears, but beautiful heart cries instead. Loving you is to let you know that even though my eyes are closed and I am senseless to my surroundings, I am always awake for you. It is to let you know that I'll always wait for you.
I still love you.
Love is something that cannot be stopped at will. Or even be started at will. It doesn't have an on/off switch, which can be turned on/off at will. Scientifically, love is nothing but the chemical release of endorphines. But humanly, love is a tool......and more love is the end product.
I am still in love with her and more so than ever. She probably doesn't know this and maybe its better like that. Who knows? Who knows how she might react if I tell her that I love her so much that I would happily gift her my last chocolate? She obviously knows that chocolate to me, is what Adam is to Eve. Or worse still! How will she react when she comes to know that the more I see her, the more I feel like kissing that imperfectly cute nose of her's. The more I talk to her, the more I want to be lost with her. The more I look into her eyes, the harder it is for me to stop myself from kissing her, from not touching her lips. The harder it is for me to tell her just how much I love her.
If I were him, I would begin by looking into your eyes as I gently brush away your hair with my fingertips. As I look deep into your heart, I would run my fingers down your cheek and bring my index finger to your lips. I would ask you to close your eyes and feel the summer breeze rushing upon your skin. I would kiss you as I lower my hands into yours and our fingers will interlock as the scattered noises of the crowd and the surroundings drown into this moment of us. Thats what I would have done anyway. But all I have is just a handful of words to let you know what you mean to me.
I have learnt, that loving her, is a journey of finding her heart through the simplest ways. Her eyes, her lips and her touch, they are all just extensions of her inner beauty. Usually, the way a woman desires for her man to change, is considered a flaw, since its always upto the man whether he wants to change or not and acceptance is a significant part of love. However, when you take the time to discover her for everything that she is and find her intentions, its about letting her change you into the man you were always meant to be and allowing yourself to need her in order to become more than who you are.
You are someone with whom I can share all my deepest feelings and dreams with. It is my desire to make you laugh and cry and dream of many more beautiful things. You are the reason I find a new reason to redefine the redefinition of what it is to love.
Loving her has been a journey of realization. Realization of the many beautiful truths and candid moments, that would have otherwise gone unnoticed if it weren't for her. It is a journey of discovery. And finding beauty in her every movement. Like when she runs her fingertips along the empty walls of a lonely hallway. Or the time when she simply cups the palm of her small hands to cover her face as she sneezes. Or sometimes even when she is just sleeping. Doing nothing, yet simply doing everything. Her eyes closed, breathing gently, her soft cheeks resting without a doubt on her hands, while her playful mind wanders far far away, dreaming in another land.
But I have also learnt that sometimes the only thing that matters is just being there for her as best as you're able to, which is the reason why its the desire you have to build a connection with her and put yourself in her shoes. I want to make love with her. Not just to her. And there's a difference.
Loving you, as I discovered, is to give you the wings and still hope that you might stay. Loving you is to realize that your tears are not just tears, but beautiful heart cries instead. Loving you is to let you know that even though my eyes are closed and I am senseless to my surroundings, I am always awake for you. It is to let you know that I'll always wait for you.
I still love you.
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