Tuesday, December 25, 2007

a joke contorted

santa-i fell from a 50 meter tower when i was five.
banta- did u survive
santa- i dont remember.. it happened long time back!!!.
when i first heard this, i dismissed it as yet another sardarji special.
but it kept coming back and only i know why..
somethings hurt you so bad, that you are not sure if you have survived it even after it fades from your memory.wounds heal,smiles return,but u know things would never be the same again.you might forget but forgive..!!!

Monday, December 24, 2007

"fuzzy" logic

for somebody who believes there is a pattern to all our lives,there is a reason for and in life,life has become a series of raised -eyebrow stuff.the apopheniac must be prepared for rude disappointments.the world truly appears chaotic to say the least.but i refuse to give in..all these events lead to something..they must..(like chekhov's protagonists).may be we dont see a pattern now..like a painter who has just about begin his work..for somebody watching,not acquainted with his train of thoughts all his crooked lines and shades seem meaningless but as he continues.. "order" re-appears.may be our life's a painting that's just started.
whenever i go to the "men's parlor" to get a hair cut,and give a perplexed look for the sheer reckless pace my barber chops strands at will and what i perceive his fancies...he says " relax...i know what i am doing even if u dont".so i guess..all i must do is a "keep a still head" while he and the world "try" to make sense.