Grrrrrrr

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Grrrrr

Every time I plan of resuming blogging, workload increases by twofold.

Every time, whenever I open someone’s blog post to read, my manager comes to my desk and exclaims,” Ahh, so this is what you do all day!!”

Every time…….

blah blah stuff happens……..

Blah!!

So thats it.

Cheers and Blah

Suda

Life, Plans, Mess, God, Dad

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There is nothing more irritating than not being able to blog regularly. Twitter gave me some relief and now I think I am starting to get addicted to it. But still I haven’t forgotten I have a blog here.

Yesterday, while looking in my bookshelf, I found a small notebook which I instantly recognized as One of my failed attempts of daily diary. I have written only 4-5 time since I purchased it 6 months ago πŸ˜€
Anyway, I sat down and read through. Last entry was incomplete and I remembered why it was so. On previous day to last entry, I had listed things I can do but I don’t, things I should do but I don’t and Things I can learn to do.

And then I realized what a fool I am. One day, in bad patch of my life I wrote down most useful things I have ever written or thought of and I was foolish enough to forget them next day and keep the list incomplete.
Now things have changed, little storm is gone and I am buried in heaps of work. I have plan, list of things to do, to learn and I have little or no time for them. My life boat is sailing towards a bright but entirely unexpected future. Its good, I know, but its not what wanted or planned….

May be, now on, I should plan the plan’s execution plan and execute it for sure.

hey God, I know (and I thank you for) you always ‘tweaked, pushed, adjusted, made available, routed and what more’ things for me or say you gave me chance and I always (read: never) used it fully (my mistake)……
But still I am your child and keep an eye on me as always, because I need you more than I ever did as I have messed many things in my life(like this sentence).

My Dad says there is no mess in my life yet, its just a start of the show. God, don’t listen to him, okay?

Somehow…….

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Somehow, I am not exactly sure about it, but “a thought” rung my doorbell.
After greetings and introduction, it declared purpose of meeting. Agenda was to persuade me to write a post. At least a “few lines post” on this blog.
I plainly refused and argued with thought saying,”I don’t have that much time to spare, to do it justice.”
The thought smiled and asked,”What do you mean by ‘do it justice’?”.
I sat up straight in my chair and explained, “See, if I post something I will expect people to read it. Once people read it, they will comment. And when they comment, I have to keep track and reply them accordingly. Now, if you haven’t noticed it earlier, this requires good amount of time…..”
The thought picked a pencil on my desk and started observing it with keen interest. After a few silent moments, it looked up and said simply,” May be you are not supposed to do it every time.”
Now it was my turn to ask for clarification, but the thought answered my question before I let it out.
It said, ” Just let people know you are still there, Suda, this time just write whatever you feel like writing the moment you open the editor. And lets see what happens then.”
I clicked the mouse to call up Firefox and said,” Yeah, you are right. Reema keeps reminding me that I have a blog of my own. πŸ™‚ And she also thinks blooging is good for my health πŸ˜€ “
The thought patted on my shoulder while getting up and walked to the door where it turned to wave goodbye. I waved back and said, “I hope you would not mind if I mention you in my post, would you?”
With a warm smile the thought left closing the door with sharp snap.

I woke up and found myself in dark. The clock ticked 2.30 AM.

Today, while writing this, I hope I ‘meet’ few more ‘thoughts’ like this one tonight and get some more ideas. In the meantime, make sure, my readers, that my blog is alive, and God knows I may be able to join you sooner than I have planned.

Cheers and Love
Suda

P.S>  πŸ™‚   πŸ™‚   πŸ™‚

Confessions and blah blah blah of a lazy blogger

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First of all, I will liek to….I mean laek to….like to thank Reema for giving me award of Most Friendly Blogger…I am gonna write a post on her if she keeps charming me like this……(girls plz note down my number 099…….)

I give her award of Miss Most Innovative and Effective Blogger

Now some confessions I want to make:

1. I…I….ohh wait, let me give a prologue first. From many days, after joining this sweet little blog world, I found a new quality in me. Or I would rather say, people here found me noticeable and adorable. And I was glad, after many years of facing jealous friends, ignorant friends, always dominating friends etc etc, I was glad that I have found a world where no one will be involved much personally but will know things about you which you always wanted to be known to world.
Hmmm,seems like I am dozing off and writing this serious stuff. So back to confessions…

1. First blog in the world I read was Time and Again, the blog of Ruhi. I came to know what a blog is like after reading her blog. Like many others, I became her fan and even after nearly 1.5 years when I got job and started using net daily, I just remembered one url, http://havetoremember.wordpress.com I would very much like to tell Ruhi that her reason behind choosing a url like this was perfect. See it gave blogosphere a blogger like me. May be I would have found this world anyway, but I am not sure if I could have been able to find right track and right people around me.
Well, this don’t sound like confession…..OK now I have given the title already, let it be.

2. Second confession: When I first read name Ish in comments on Ruhi‘s blog, I thought he was a good OLD chap with a Dead End πŸ˜€ (I even thought Ruhi as good old lady from USA who likes to read books until she mentioned her age in one post :P)
So this dead end man was the second blogger I always read. After few days, somehow I found that many of commenters were also bloggers and my reading area broadened.

3. Now lets just jump to my blogging, and some more confessions. I started blogging (seriously) in January. Starting with too much dhakdhak in heart, I succeeded in getting some good readers who always supported me. But the problems started arising after few days. After few days, my laziness started overtaking me slowly. Steadily I became lazier and lazier. I honestly kept reading posts written by fellow bloggers but my brain stopped helping me much in commenting. At times, I just felt like writing good post and nothing else, while people left good comments everywhere. I started feeling bad for myself. I hated it when I forgot to visit somebody’s blog even after he/she commented and blogrolled my blog.

4. And then come a bad period for me. I was totally irritated and somewhat sad for this period. And the only blog I was consistently reading was Nikhils. He always made me laugh and I read all of your comments there. Many times I just fondly kept looking at all your names and felt happy that many people in this long list know me. But being a good actor, I covered this patch with some posts and I don’t think one can make out from my blog which period it was.

5. Confusion is the word which makes up most part of my life. I keep confusing people about many many things(and enjoy when I confuse a pretty girl) and in return, life keeps confusing me at very very important parts. I am still confused about few very important things I never told any living person (and don’t intend to tell anyone). I can write a bestseller book on confusions.

6. I was in a great shock when I heard Mahak has a husband……. I kept my face sad all day :p and used feviquick for joining pieces of my heart…..also got a kick from my best friend when I told her this (She said,” you already have a GF dumbo”) and two kicks and three punches from my you-know-who when I reached to this broken-heart part. But one thing I am going to say which her hubby will also agree with……she is really beautiful πŸ™‚
Now if any other girl wants to prove me wrong, please mail their photos to my email. πŸ˜€ Or you can send them to Nikhil, Ish, Amit etc etc, hum sab mile huye hai!! Don’t send to Anshul, or he will get few more new *faces* for his cartoon characters.

7. Nita, yeah, everyone knows her as a great journalist writer. But in the hope you don’t hit me when we meet, I must tell you, sometime you write on bore topics πŸ˜€ I mean topics are good but on very few occasions they are bore ones. Don’t ask examples please, I am wont tell you anyway. And don’t write a post for this please πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ I know you are laughing now.

8. Now a days, I miss Miss πŸ˜› Ruhi here. She once came back from hibernation but went back again. This feels like something crucial and sweet is missing from our blogging world. I wish she starts blogging again and I also wish she comes back to India πŸ˜€ and lives where she likes.

9.
Crapbook is a good name. I like the the attitude. The name shows reader that the content can be crap and you are warned at one glance. But its no crap really. Well his nickname is little difficult nd my brother asked me if he is alien or something. πŸ˜€

10. Nikhil!!!! (I think this much is enough about him.)

hey I was writing confessions or something like that. Then what is this?

11.
Shefaly!!! :O What should I write about her? Reema already did and she wrote a post about it. Now what she will do? I don’t know. As far as I remember. She never commented on my blog till date. I think I need to improve my English or something for that honor.
One of my friend uses her blog for finding big old difficult words to impress in presentations. I use her content in discussions with competent people (also I keep one dictionary handy while reading her)

12.
Ohh this is becoming *about friends* instead of confessions. What I wanted to say in start? Well its just that I feel sorry for my irregular commenting. And I really want to improve. May be I will take advice from my elder bro and try keeping a reminder pad.

13.
Nita, you didn’t tell me one thing. You are from same state as I am. And you know we don’t call elder people by their names here. (well no one calls in whole India I guess). Then what I will call you when I will finally meet you somewhere? (You are nearly as old as my mother and I will never dare to call you Nita face to face). Not compulsory, answer privately if you want to πŸ˜€

14. OK I don’t think many people will even reach here while reading, so for them who really read everything I wrote, Cheers and love. Just keep in mind that *now Suda is changing himself* by saying goodbye to laziness of-course.

Cheers again
Suda

Equation for life => “Life = Love Β± Logic” (Also Celebrating 10,000 hits)

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Life Love and Logic recently crossed 10,000 hits. Cheers πŸ˜€ I am very glad I hit his milestone!!!

Looking back in to archives, I found very few posts which are good enough to be called memorable. But I always intended this blog to be personal and not dedicated to some special cause.
Why I used this name? Honest answer is “I don’t know myself”. When I thought of this name, it just fitted in my “philosophical” nature and as usual I never looked back once I decided to use this name. The name “Life, Love and Logic” contains three important things for a human being.
If you ask me, love and logic are most important things to form and lead good life.

But I don’t think anyone can form a fixed equation for deriving life.

Logic is way of thinking about things. It is common sense, ability to conclude things, ability to calculate things, ability to take decisions depending on the situations (e.g. deciding dodge in time when someone throws a stone towards your head!!! πŸ˜€ ) and many things. Defining Logic is as simple as the process of using logic itself.

Love? Do I need to define it? Love is love and its the second best feeling(or relation or whatever you call it) in Life.

I have derived an equation for Life, and its

Life = Love Β± Logic

Why its not simply Love + Logic or Love – Logic?

Let me make myself clear. Lets take an example.
Consider a situation where there is thief armed with Rampuri Knife in one hand and he is trying to rob your best friend. (I assume you love your best friend).

So, we have,
* You love your friend
* Your friend is in danger
*You are the one who can save him if you try
* Thief is dangerous and armed, so he can harm you easily

And now, Logic says
* Rampuri Knifes very harmful!! (If you see Hindi movies then you must have heard about it)
* You have your job, family, life, career at stake if you try to save him.
* There is no need to act as hero, mummy always taught you to keep yourself out of trouble and safe.
*Blah Blah Blah……

But Love says only one thing,
* Go to hell with your Logic, it time to act NOW. Go and throw that thief out of the window!!!!

So we can derive,

Life (of your friend) equals to (your) Love(for him/her) minus (your damn) Logic

But there can be other situations too.
Most common situation is , you have got an opportunity to go abroad for an important work which can give your career a (much needed) boost. But your girlfriend is not happy about leaving you and living without you for so many days. Ok, consider fiancΓ©e instead of girlfriend for convenience.

So Love says,
* Don’t you dare to leave her alone, how she will live without you.
* You will be getting married in few days and still you are obsessed with your damn job?
* Flying abroad onsite is not important than her.
* Blah Blah Blah……

And here Logic says,
* Some things need to be done on time, if you go on-site now, your career-horse will be miles ahead of it would be without going there.
* If she loves you then she can understand the importance of this opportunity in your life.
* Afterall whatever progress you will make, it will help both of you in future.
* More Blah Blah real facts…..

Here is the newly derived equation

Life (of you both) equals to (her) Love(and patience for you) plus (your damn) Logic (if you are competent enough to use it)

So finally we end up conflicting our own conclusions. And this leads to simple more convincing derivation for Life and that is

Life equals to Love plus/minus Logic (still its damn, I agree)

Well this is how I see Life. There are many perspectives of life. And please note that this is one of the many ways to percieve life. Sometimes solutions to many difficult and complex problems lie in simple Logic and common sense. And sometimes you never understand what went wrong with things.

So I will end this post with my usual slogan
Life is not as simple as it seems……

lost treasure…. lost smile

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“He is natural, this Suda, really refreshing personality”

“He is just a child yaar, don’t talk about personality, he is just sweet”

“This boy is simply born to smile and make us smile”

“Suda, will you please control and try not to smile while I am trying to teach?”
—>”What? no I am not smiling at anything madam!! Why are you saying that?”

“No madam, his face is have that smile always, he is not trying to intrude your teaching or anything :P”

“I love it when you smile, make me shiver with…..”

…………………..

I remember hearing these lines every now and then at home, in school, from teachers, from neighbours, at playgrounds, from junior college staff, at Engineering classes, from lecturers(Ladies!!!!) who were hardly a year older than me, from my classmates and now only from my (will be) soulmate!! My grandma always did “Najar Utaro Bachcheki” stuff whenever she got chance. (Somebody please explain “Najar Utarna” in English for others).
All this stuff is in past tense!!Β Β  Isn’t it?

Why? (That is an interesting question!!)

I don’t know, no, or do I?.

I used to write poems from childhood. I used to paint interesting (not artistic or good) paintings, I used to sing well when encouraged. I was so soft by nature that I never snapped back or quarreled with anybody who troubled me. And what about now? Don’t ask(and I suggest don’t try provoking me if you care for your health πŸ˜› )

Ohh enough of this “I was like this…” “I was like that…”

Why I am not like that now?

At least do I have my precious smile still?

Its there always, I know, someone brings it back always, but its not long lasting like it used to!!

I am rethinking about these changes today!!!

Reasons? Will find out soon.

I am thinking all this today because few hours ago, while chatting with my co-worker friends,Β  I remembered an incident of past. In 12th,Β  I was very ill. My father too had lost his hope and at least once he thought he will never see me again. But I was oblivious to all these things and was as usual cheerful. When doctor told me I am ill with something and its little dangerous, I just replied,” Hey doc, just tell me how many days you want to cure me? I need to plan some study also. I am in 12th man!!!’. I never got why both doctors were stunned for few seconds and my father actually looked away.
And let me tell you, I just believed in my will-power, to make all these people smile again, I fought with those (I forgot names) illnesses (good word πŸ˜€ , disease is bad word ) and finally got rid of them.
The doctor and his wife said later, ” I have never had a patient like this. Because of him, I was able to cure other patients around him in less time.”

A grand new quest to bring smile back to my face is undertaken by myself. Will be joined by you-know-who soon.

Cheers
Suda

P.S.Β  If this post is too much “About Me” or too much “I” “I” then “maaf karo bhai”(apologies) πŸ™‚

Gifts :)

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I will make this post very short πŸ˜€

In all I got very few gifts πŸ˜› But they are worth having πŸ™‚

First my best mates gave me a Laughing Budhha with his hands up in air. He is holding some golden things in his hands. Well its very cute little chap with tummy little bigger than me πŸ˜€ Here is his photo πŸ˜€ (click to see him clearly)

And I got a nice, sweet T-shirt from my senior-didi-guide-colleague-panjabi kudi-neighbor at office. Its a cool shirt!!!!

Finally I got a funky shirt from my you-know-who. Its a temporary gift I guess, as she is trying to get something(I don’t exactly know what) for me from many days and without me to help, she is finding it rather difficult. πŸ˜€ But I know she will manage it herself.

Enough for today. And thanks to all friends who wished me. Also I am little busy now a days and really don’t get much time for reading and commenting. Forgive me for absence, I will fill it later in timesheets πŸ˜€