happy-ever-afterness :))

"There's an ancient Chinese myth about the red thread of fate, it saids the gods have a red thread around everyone of our ankles and attached to all the people whose lives are destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it'll never break." - Touch.

     I know not what destiny is. I know not what destiny means. I know not if I am a believer of destiny. But daddy destiny sure is an interesting thought. Probably connecting with so many of blog readers just like yourself is what they call destiny. Come to think of it - We aren't related, are we? We aren't from same place, are we? But we are connected somehow. May be this is destiny. When I started this blog - I was like a kid in a new city, new country. It started with formal salutations. Later progressed to semi casual conversation. I decided to join twitter and there I found people who so enthusiastically supported me. And now, a year later, we still talk. May be this is destiny.
     I left my home to pursue education. It was all new - country, city, language... everything. 5 years later I marvel at what life has given me. Friends I call family. Job and life I esteem. May be it was my destiny to come here and meet them all. Must be destiny, must be.
     I know not what future has in store for me and I know not what destiny is. But I thank all of you who came into my life and made it merry. I hope destiny brings us faraway travels, beautiful moments, cash to flash, worthy fame, good life, happy-ever-afterness and so much more. Here's wishing you all better days and new friends. :))

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A real big thank you*

Yay! Its my blog birthday (Actually... one month late) ;)

     I have big lips and I use it well - I smile widely (What were you thinking pervert!). Waking up is a hard ordeal. I forced myself off the bed and after freshening up I read one small message in my Facebook inbox. I smiled and I replied. All along my heart shouted mini YAHOO's.
     It was around this time last winter that I started blogging. I jumped in dark and didn't know what I was getting myself into. Little did I know I was entering the whole new world where I'd be befriending appreciative souls. Simply put - world can be brutal sometimes and, once in a while, you need to hear the kind words. And I did in ample amounts. When I started, I didn't really care if I'd have 2 readers or 200. Just the fact that you all have stuck along means a lot. A REAL BIG THANK YOU. Many of you responded and messaged me personally. Just so you know - its well appreciated and treasured.
     I started a blog of my own without knowing what blogging is. I created this blog to reply to this one particular post. What started with reply mission became a big part of my life. I got onto twitter because of a blog and met whole lotta people. MILLION DOLLAR THANKS.
     I hesitated but in hindsight am glad that I put myself out there. And one thing I learned is that if you put yourself out there, then the Universe responds. I even got myself a job. There's been few mean criticisms - primarily because of my choice of topic (don't touch religion!); but more encouragements. And with each appreciations you take things into your stride and march forward. Blogging is a hassle in China. You have to sneak into blogging domain through proxy but I won't stop - I commit that much (no matter how terribly slow it will get!). I love each one of you and I'd give each one of you one big grizzly hug if I could. until I post again, "Stay Insanely Happy."

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what meets the eye!!

     Before you proceed further and call me a shallow being, lemme announce loud and clear that I readily accept that I'm shallow as shallow can be and I intend to keep it that way. If you want to adjust your perspective in sync with mine, I'd say that the true mystery of the world is the visible not the invisible. The invisible part leaves too much space for our brain to chance upon lots of fabricated and imaginary stories. I care more about posh and dandy than the insightful and knowledgeable.


    When people add me in Facebook, particularly strangers, I peek in.. scrutinize.. and if I see posh and dandy face, I show the green signal. Don't judge me yet!! I know all of us are shallow in one ways or the other. I've been blessed with amazing people along the journey of life. The righteous thing that god (that is if god exists) bestowed me with is the series of events that led me to people that I've met in person or otherwise. I don't consider myself as a person who lives, breaths and be-friends internet. But then life has its way of letting us know that we are a creature and hence, bound by instincts. We as fragile and mortal humans, are bounds by our own set of instincts. We crave for intimacy. Our deepest source of inspiration in anchored upon the fact that we are bound with another fragile and mortal beings who tend to give us a feeling of being wanted. This very urge or shall I say need, made us social of all beings. And hence, we put ourselves out there in the map.. to talk, to shake hands, to laugh and above all to feel intimate with mortals just like us. Facebook, Twitter are just mundane portals which are nothing but a solid example of the fact that humans can go to any length to connect with other person who crave intimacy just as much as they do. Cutting to the chase and getting back to the topic, I chose to be an active Facebook/Twitter/Blog user not so long ago and quite interestingly found couple of people who connected with me and amazingly so. I laughed and clapped with them. I knew their likes and dislikes, where they worked and where they vacationed, who they loved and who they hated, we shared thoughts about the shallowest things possible and yet that brought me purest happiness. Yes with time I was turning into a Facebook/Twitter/Blog whore. But why would I care... am a shallow person, right? If shallowness (by worldly standards) means to be-friend people via. unusual portals, then yes I'm shallow. If shallowness is taking a time in a day to connect with people who are far and beyond and still care enough to come back to my shallow world to give me gush of happiness then yes I choose to stay shallow. I reconnected with my school friends (particularly two, who I call my Facebook queens - Mimi and Sabi). My queens we should have hung around together while three of us were in same country but then again we rule our Facebook'dom as of now. Its unusual to reflect upon the fact that we barely even spoke while at school (or may be we did of which I have no memory). I met my well wishers on my blog and as I always say when I started blogging I honestly don’t think I gave a shit whether I had 2 readers or 200 or 2000; the fact that some of you (particularly Shaku, Ronjana, Alice) have stuck around makes me very humble. I've found pleasures in the way Shaku and Sambid have let me grow in the platrorm I love the most - WRITING (and the funny thing I didn't know that I loved writing until i started lil' over three months ago)!!


     Shallow, to me is a beautiful thing without which everything becomes insightful, dingy and boring. Come to think of it, how stupid of us not to admit that shallowness is human instinct itself. We preach of things beyond our control like religion and space and yet shut our eyes to the misery right in front of us. You might say the world is turning materialistic and everything sells at surface value - superficial so to say but then again we are the ones who promoted materialism. Beauty products and bling-bling business accounts trillions of dollars in global market. Isn't it a proof enough that what meets an eye is much more important than what lies in heart. You may choose to react in the way that deem fit but lets not deny that shallowness is human virtue in lesser or greater degree. So why deny and shun away?


     "It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something", these are the beautiful words form the movie CRASH. Think about it. We lack intimacy and human connection because we are shallow or vice versa...

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more than i bargained for...

     Not so while ago I used to think I had no business blogging. I'd scribble paragraph or two and misplace it eventually. Some were disposable but I hope I had compiled some of 'em. There were some who would suggest me to start a blog of my own but I never took it seriously. Firstly, I thought I wasn't good enough (and I still have long way to go) and also that I didn't (I still don't) have specific topic to blog about. I would see these amazing blogger's who would share things on the topic which they are clearly passionate 'bout. Topic ranging from culinary skills to wine, tech-savvy stuffs to engineering, photography to social issues, fashion to porn, and there I was writing some mumbo-jumbo stuffs in complete randomness. Long story short, this Jan I was reading this blog and it had some information about swine flu. Interesting but the facts were all distorted, it triggered angry bone inside me (am a medical student). In all seriousness, how could anybody write something about the ongoing pandemic thingy and get creative with it in all the wrong ways possible. I couldn't comment without creating a blog of my own, which I did without thinking. So I literally jumped into blogging thing with an impulse.

     The good thing is, I discovered I loved it. I just wanted to write. I write not because I want to, but because I have to. It’s the one way I can truly give voice to my thoughts, for better or worse. When I started blogging (end of January this year) I honestly don’t think I gave a shit whether I had 2 readers or 200 or 2000. I just wanted to write. The fact that you guys have stuck around is truly humbling and encouraging. In case I forget later, thanks. However, I never commented on the swine flu post (LOL). I didn't want to lose my breath arguing. Its already three months now and am happy that I have a place where I can platform all my random stuffs for me to save and for somebody to read. In short span I got all these good responses. Mails with suggestions, one particularly interesting hate-mail which in some weird ways made me feel good, appreciative comments and thousands of readers. I started the blog thinking who would care so, literally I got more than bargained for. I don't go around checking my blog statistics but it does feel good to know there are people who are taking time form their seemingly busy day to read the blog, mine in particular. I love each one of you;)

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LAST MONTH
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LAST WEEK
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YESTERDAY
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FREQUENT  ONE'S

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bittersweet!!

yo pple!!
I was experimenting with the blog's settings yet again. I guess, I overdid it. I lost all the facebook likes u guys hit. I know its silly, but am lil' sad :'(.. But on the brighter note, as of now the blog have had 1000 visitors. I didn't plan it that way but what the hell; it makes me happy to know that pple are actually reading what i am writing (as pathetic as it might be), and to top it all my blog is only 20 days old *teehee*

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my 18th day as a blogger:)

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