Monday, December 1, 2008 1:13:23 PM
Pollution
Ya I know its a crap to assign that kind of title to your home but i cannt help it. That's the truth. The city in which my father was born, brought up, married my mother and brought me into this world was regarded as the most polluted city of the world in 2006 by god knows which organisation. But the idea behind writing this blog is different.
I had appeared in a competetive examination last month. My examination center was situated in the neighbouring city. Me and my father set out of the home by 9 a.m. on my bike. Well that has always been my dream to jar my body on my bike and set out on a ride to different cities and well this examination did provided me with the chance to kick start my dream.
Less traffic and highway road provided me with the excuse to avoid riding wearing my helmet and i was in to my gogs. But trust me, as the trip progresed i was cursing myself. The road was a bag of bumps. Loads of dirt filling up the air and providing a natural powder to apply on your face without any special effort. While riding the bike, the best part, the passing vehicles gifting my face and clothes a cloud of dust as they pass by. My hairs got transformed into a horrible messy shit!!!!
Well as i entered the highway lanes of the neighbouring city, the air smelled clean. It was devoided of any such form of polluted particles to destort the shine of my face and clothes and hairs(though i doubt that any such shine was hardly existing on my face after facing that awesome perfume mixed in the air my town). We stayed their for a day and then the next afternoon we were again setting back for the hometown. I was all lost in the thoughts of my exam.
The paper was a lengthy but an easy one. I was trying to figure out what percentage will i be scoring. The bike was zooming on the highway like a rocket, whiz passing the trucks and containers. Driving, talking to dad and almost racing the big cars, i didnt realised that i had entered the boundries of my town. Curse me for not realising that as i was again wearng my glasses rather than helmet. As soon as i crossed the bridge of the river Ganges and leaped forward a huge gush of dust came from the opposite end and struck my face... YUCKK!!!! it filled my nostrills with it.
I thought of stoping my bike and offering it to dad to drive but the road was so packed that stopping the bike means inviting furiated comments from the others on the roads. Hard hearted i kept my wheels rolling till i reached my home. As plane lands on the air strip in the same way i landed straight in my bathroom from my bike. Bulshit!!! I took almost an hour to wash that dirt. After that bath i felt my skin breathing.
But til date there hasn't been any change in the attitude of that dusty air out on the road. Its still pretty much dirty, polluted with chemicals, dust particals which are free flowing as the effort of our government(honestly i feel like kicking some of thoses sick asses in this pretty sick government for ignoring this city and taking it as the crap), and much more.
Today, at this winter eve, as i sit hear in my drawing room writing this page in my lappy, i know that outside this window the fog that i see covering the road is nothing else but the form of that polluted air which is finding itself helpless to move up against the force of the dew thats falling on the land, from the sky.
Sunday, April 6, 2008 10:45:51 AM
Let’s be honest here, I am surprised that my keyboard is still functional as I have been drooling over these images for sometime and have come to the (not difficult) conclusion that this is the coolest motorbike I’ve ever seen. Period. And I’m overjoyed to report that, far from being a concept, it’s real – it exists. And this is cause for celebration.
The Dream Bike, or as it’s now known, the V-Rex, is the brainchild of Tim Cameron design, a chap whose website is crammed full of some of the most jaw dropping motorbike designs I’ve ever come across, and it’s set to make its first public debut as the up and coming Daytona Bike week this March. Unsurprisingly, the first five bikes to make it off the Travertson production live are already pre-sold.
Powered by a 1250cc liquid cooled engine delivering 120hp and 74.0ft.lbs at 7000rpm the Tron-likeV-Rex boasts a wheelbase of 79.2in/2010mm and a dry weight of 670lbs/304kg and has a listed price of $39,990.
You can keep up with the latest developments concerning the manufacturing of the V-rex via the Taverston website or you can hop over to the Tim Cameron Design site to look through his portfolio of designs (highly recommended - he’s a design genius).
Saturday, March 1, 2008 8:32:38 AM
girls, lovely women
When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a
bitch.
When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a
bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my own way, they call me a
bitch.
Being a bitch
means I won't
compromise what's
in my heart.
It means I live my life MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to
tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am
defined as a
bitch.
The same thing happens when I take time for
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.
I am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!
So try to stomp on me,
try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a bitch ,
so be it.
I embrace the title and
am proud to bear it.
B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself
B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman
B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything
Tuesday, February 26, 2008 3:43:36 PM
Typical men
Bright smilies...Typical Women
Friday, February 15, 2008 6:00:17 AM
The bell rang dead at 8:30am...was just like a knell for students. Time to freak out on the stairs,near water tanks,in front of staff room..was over. Steps got directed towards the class rooms. Few faces smiling,few mouths passing funny comments and few hands holding the hands of their loved ones....what an antique scene guys. Though almost a common one for every college. Bt how many of us have ever tried to figure it out that what it resembles to. To me it seems like a flock of young durks,making their way through the early rays into the muddy pool.
"Hey ady! common man, its S.A.D class..." a friend of mine hailed at me. It just begain like any other day. Getting up early. Morning session of excersice and then finally landing up in the bathroom with sweat rapped all over my body...."Ma! m leaving." and finally zoomed out on my bike. Phone ringing inside the pocket like alarm. Again and again signalling that ur mate has reached the stop. ? But the main battle is fought when anyone has to enter the college.
"Its 8:30. u cann't get in." gate-keeper commanding as if he is the wholesoul of the college-The Dean. "Arre! ther tyre got bursted in the mid...." "I don't care. U are late and so u cann't go in til the next period begains." U can impress an old prat but not these bodies standing as the guard. Not even death can dodge them."WTF! is it a college or a sckool.We are not a primary students.Its a college not any prepratory section." "So what if its a college. U are forgetting that its a Management college. U need to have time management."They are always ready to knock u down with their answers and the final outcome is that the student gets a pretty decent lecture from the dean and misses his first lecture.
Saturday, February 2, 2008 9:25:54 AM
exam, when time waits, friend
My board examinations got winded up by 20th March. The days seemed to be as if someone was stretching out the elastic beyond its expandable limits. The days and nights seemed to be a burden that was just crushing the inner soul in me.
Emptyness caused due to lack of activity used to push me in an ocean of laziness and sleep. All my efforts to avoid the sleep were received by my body as a cold porridge. Wat a limited freedom was it. Time was just too much to be utilised by me. Sometimes cafe or sometimes television..but these were just fake time-passes that just added to my monthly expenditure.
Pissing thoughts about my future used to trouble me. All time the worries about my boared result used to cover my mind. I was made so much tolerable that i never shared my inner suffocating feelings to any one.sometime it used to feel as if i was running from my life. No where to go ... just nothing to do...but still waiting for something to excite me.....
Saturday, February 2, 2008 9:22:05 AM
hurt, love, intimacy
If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Make everything count. Appreciate everything you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.
I was doing my graduation when i met her on a chatsite. She was from Cape Town. We used to talk a lot to each other and used to enjoy one-others company a lot. She was 17 and i was 19 at that time. A school girl with a super sense of humour and mature thinking was just a lavishing mixture that attracted me the most.
She was in school but whenever she was back she used to give me a miscall and i used to go on chat to talk to her,listen to her souring probs and to make her hear wats going on with me. A simple HELLO..HI was turned into a lot more serious greetings.
The fabulous time came when i went there on my vacations and met her. She was equally beautifull too with hairs long till shoulders. Green-bluish eyes and a good 5'7" height. She was really impressive. She was fascinated by my athletic figure and innocent smile. I went for my first date with her and BOY ! i proposed to her. What a lovely blush she wored at that time. I felt like to kiss her deeply....but controlled till she said YES.
We were together for 9 months. But then came something that atleast i never accepted. I had one more close friend on that site. She was a blonde from London. I always used to share my feelings to her. She knew that i love someone else but SIDE EFFECTS OF LOVE...When u are in relationship every beautifull and hot girl will ask you to have a relationship with them.
The same happened here. My close friend expressed her feelings for me and i was totally confused so as to wat to do and wat not. I tried to overdo with her but she was damn detemined for me. I never thought about that. Then because of exam i was forced to leave my love and that site for a week. Between exams i got an sms from her.." THANK YOU DEAR. YOU WERE THE BEST DREAM I HAD.......BUT...." It was incomplete one and was from my loves side. I was too busy to take a note of that message.
After a week i found my life as hell. When i went to chatsite i found her missing. My close friend was also not there. I rang her,messaged her,emailed her but was in vein....
My Opera
