Eulogy of my friend :(

Posted by as Personal, arbit, damage, feelings, mokka, social


This post is dedicated to a close friend of mine, who had been with me for the past 3 years. Each day, i would talked to him, play with him. He was a part of all the happiness, agony, anger, well trieds. I still remember the first day my dad introduced me to him. He was a tech geek. He was called Nokia 6610i.



The moment Siddharth’s phone rings in Rang De basanti, i whistled in theatre. He owns the same model of Nokia as mine. This was my first personal device for me, only myself. It has been a great phone. After all the free falls from the 1st floor of my hostel, From my bed, after my rollover while sleeping, after i played football with it(i played thrice!!!) , it had lasted for 3 long years, before he broke down into pieces(as shown). Thank you for bearing with me.

The cell panel broke, the display had a huge pink speck( like a design..i couldn’t even read my sms). Finally i found a replacement in Nokia 5320 Express Music. I initially thought of using Exchange offer, but the mobile shop owner would have chucked me out of the shop for asking for an exchange in this condition.

Thank you, My friend!!!!

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anger management

Posted by eskay as emotions, feelings, thoughts



Have you ever noticed how water flows ? What would happen if there is a huge stone blocking its path ? Never would it try to go through the rock. It rather would flow gently along its sides, doing no harm to the rock. This character of water must teach us something.

Bombard against anything, but not against a stone wall. It is you who would get hurt, and not the wall. Patience is a virtue. Controlling ones emotions is another. Giving vent to anger then and there will do no good. It will harm you and the people around you.

There are people in this society who would love to help you. There are people out there who might cause harm, intentionally or otherwise. There is no use in being infuriated by the actions of such people. Maybe they had a genuine reason for their actions. Or it is possible that their actions were unavoidable. Or they might not be fortunate enough to love and be loved.

There is corruption everywhere. Many minds are corrupted. Many hands are corrupted. Every time we find something wrong happening, we get furious. Our conscience forces us to attack, to fight. But sometimes, we must think whether it is worth attacking, worth showing force. The world is never going to change if it is anger that is rooted in the minds of the reformers.

The best way to attack is to do good, to spread love. To make people realize their mistakes by themselves, To make people feel ashamed by their own acts. We must help them to change their path. This is the Gandhian way of life. No one would get hurt, No one would feel bad. Everything would end on a happy note.

Angry words and angry deeds would bring us more enemies than friends. It would make us distance away from the good things in this world. It would snatch happiness away from us. It is never wrong to get angry. But one should know to control anger. Don’t let anger storm out of you every time. Don’t let it do any harm.

When there is something good that you have lost, don’t get angry. Be patient. There is something better coming towards you. Keep smiling. Spread happiness. Be like water, flow along the sides of the rock, In due course of time, the rock would get eroded by the flow of water and the path would be clear.

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Felt it ??

Posted by Brîsîngŕ : The Fire as feelings, love


I smiled.

Thinking of nothing, I simply smiled

Not withstanding a cheer, nothing to hide

A feeling of happiness rising, slowly, deep within

Absolute silence, pure, sweet, none of the din



I blushed.

For no reason, I just blushed

All my woes, worries, down flushed

Nonchalant, I was, looking nowhere

Breathing softly, smelling the very air



I blinked.

Wondering at myself, I dreamily blinked

Through my mind, my heart, the feeling linked

My body and soul, to a dimension so other

To hold them, no bound, no rope, no tether



I felt.

As my lips curled, I slowly felt

As I gave away, my existence knelt

Before that force, so strong, yet unknown

But still called, chided, as a word commonly known

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