This also means that I won’t be working as a Web Evangelist anymore. I loved Evangelising, meeting new people, traveling around - this is going to change. My new job will have more office based responsibilities. I’ll need to get into a 9am-5pm routine. At the same time though, I think it’s a really good professional next step for me I’ll be responsible for some of the main products of the company. That is a lot of responsibility.

On the personal front though, I thought I was getting close to being a “responsible guy”. I’m not. Not at all. I don’t know if or when I’ll ever be one. The lure of breaking out, being “not responsible” is too much. But more than that, much greater than that is the fear of being “responsible” itself. I’m not sure how good or bad this is, but I know my life isn’t going to go otherwise at least for now. I definitely know this hasn’t left everyone around me very pleased with me, but I just have my tail between my legs when it comes to being that “responsible guy”. Maybe moving to Oslo will let me think more into this, or it might help me grow out of this, or even make me realise what I really want - but I guess thats the only option I have for now.

So I’ve spent quite some time in Oslo already - I was there for almost 3 months last year, and spent this May & June there as well. It’s quite a decent place (although I haven’t witnessed the winters yet - which they say are NASTY). I’m sure there’s gonna be plenty to keep me busy in Oslo. Snow boarding, sailing, traveling around Europe etc etc etc. I am looking forward to all that, but right now I am going through a phase where I’m thinking more about the things I’m going to miss. Especially Bangalore, I was enjoying my time here more than ever. It’s not so easy to say good byes, but I wanna meet as many of my friends as I can before I leave.

My schedule looks like:

Now - 17th July = Bangalore
18th July - 19th July = Delhi
19th July - 23rd July = Chd
24th July - 29th July = Thailand (woohooo !! )
30th July - 1st August = Chd
1st August = Fly to Oslo

So if we can meet up somehow, do let me know. I don’t have a working phone these days so emailing me (preferably a bit in advance) is the best way to get in touch.

Light you a fire,
sit around for a while
Tell you a tale into the night,
get you through with a smile

Let me take your thoughts,
on a stroll in my mind
Walk them down the cobbled lane,
to the three rings around number nine

I’ll take your early morning dreams,
give you some crazy silent screams
Get you higher than you’ve ever seen the sky,
Drop you down the devils bloody streams

Build a red brick wall,
that whispers when you walk through
Listen to its cries,
the tales it says are all but true

When the sacred red water,
will touch your beautiful feet
When the smiling white faced entertainer,
will be prepared for you to meet

You’ll see the sun lying down on the sand,
and the white haired mans tricks will be all planned
They’ll all dress up and light up and put up a grand masters show,
Look around for the witch with the coloured beads and listen to her dark black crow

When you get to the top,
and close your eyes,
You’ll see the path grow,
beyond the starry skies

If you climb through the fog,
and reach the garden with flowers unknown
You’ll come back and tell me your story,
of where the madness is carefully grown

We’ll light another fire,
and roll another dream
I’ll smile and listen this time,
to your crazy silent scream.

Pumping the devils poison,
in an uncontrolled parade
waiting for the night to end,
to see the suns shinning face

All walk towards the silent hymn,
where the song of the unknown plays
to fall when the time comes,
when the path beneath you fades

Open your eyes to see the stars,
to see where you can fly
above the trees of the unwanted growth,
to let out that holy cry

If you don’t desire the day,
you’ll never want the night to die
if you’re not ready for the madness,
there’s no need to cry

Unless the steps are taken,
until the doors are walked through
you’ll never taste the sacred fruit,
that’s been hanging there for you

“To be a poet, to be an artist means more than writing or painting or singing; it means having a vision and the courage to see that vision through, despite any opposition. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and if you have what it takes, you are rare and wondrous, and if you don’t, it can’t be faked.”

- “No one here gets out alive” (Danny Sugerman)

Now I’ll go and sketch some ….

So, granted, we’re stepping into the responsible age (at least, traditionally so) and some of my friends have started talking about “responsible” things as well. Some have mentioned .. ahem … “tying the knot”. Some seem excited, some confused. Some are trying to gather courage to start planning, some still looking for excuses not to think about it. Some have accepted - “this is the right age to start planning” and some are still trying to figure out if they can imagine themselves going back home at 8 every night .Well, some have even accepted - “I’m never gonna get married”. Whatever the case may be - it did get me thinking last night. The first thing that came to my mind was a video clip I saw recently (It might be boring to a few, but if you like scrubs - you might just appreciate the guys creativity):

Well, everything seems good. It even seems fun. I’m actually wondering how many would actually try something like this? SURPRISE !!! To think of it, there’s a fair amount of risk involved, it takes guts and you can never be sure. Maybe it’s comes as just too big a surprise. Maybe you’ve just been thinking way too fast. Maybe you’ve just been catching signals at a wrong frequency. Maybe you aren’t original enough. Maybe you’re just plain stupid to even think of something like this. Whatever the case maybe (or not, if you’re fortunate) I would like to take this opportunity and volunteer my services to get the “historical” moment recorded. (so I can show it to your kids over and over again … uh wait … that depends … if you have kids or not I mean … ). So, if you’re planning something like this - I am at your service Just let me know and I’ll be there, all prepared with a video camera

Whatever it turns out to be for you - I just hope you do better than this guy :

Just haven’t had the time to write anything lately - mostly because I’ve been so damn busy (excuse) (if you don’t like me, you can go scr** yourself).

So, check out my pics at flickr then .. c ya !

(ONLY if I like you that is … muahahahahahaha !!!!)

Well, I didn’t want this post to be just an update, so I waited to really want to write something. Now I really want to write, but the best I can think of … are, updates. I thought I won’t write about her until I met met her, held her in my hands, but I can’t keep it and I think it would be fair to atleast let you people know. Those who remember the eagerly awaited member of the Lehal family - http://www.djnavv.com/2006/11/30/well-whos-coming/, she’s finally here :D. Ishneet Kaur Lehal is here !

….. can’t wait to see you baby !!!

And, me well … I’ve been around …

• 25th April - 29th April: Delhi-Goa-Delhi (my first visit to Goa …. well … I’m going back … again… and again…. and again … and again … AND AGAIN !!!!!! FUN NUMERO UNO !!! CHILLOUT ! )
• 5th May - 7th May: Delhi-Mumbai-Chennai-Delhi (mania of missed & delayed flights … booked 5 flights to get from Delhi to Chennai, flew on 3 !)
• 11th May - 14th May: Chd-Hrishikesh-Chd ( Road trip from Chd-Hrishikesh .. on bikes B-), 3 days of white water rafting, cliff jumping and trekking … ooo haaa !!!)
• 8th June - 11th June: Chd-Simla-Sangla-Rekong Pio-Rajo-Simla-Chd (one KICKASS trip, this one … was much needed !!!)
• 2nd June - 4th June: Chd-Dharamsala-Chd (never knew I could withstand ( ) so much shopping !)
• 22nd June - 24th June: Chd-Delhi-Mumbai-Delhi-Chd (finally, I’m a witness to the “mumbai rains” ! )

Another update, I’m leaving for Oslo, Norway (it still does depend on me getting a Visa) for work. The “costliest city in the world” … wooohaaaa !!! well, lets see then ….

Piyush - the “bitch guy” - he’s off to New York. For an year. On an internship. So you all know what he’s gonna be up to. I really don’t have the heart to write about it all. I hope he keeps updating us (on second thoughts, maybe it’s better if he doesn’t).

See you there bro

Him: Don’t you find it kinda ironical …
Me: Huh ?
Him: You want randomness, craziness … and look for stability in that ?
Me: Hmmmm .. yea … kinda ..
Him: Where is this going man ?
Me: I guess we’re too unpredictable for our own selves …

Me: Had you been a girl, you’d been my girlfriend and I would have dumped you long ago.
Him: wtf …

I’ve been out for quite some time, and I actually realized this in the bus about an hour back:

16th March - (Chd-Delhi-Mumbai-Daman ) - 17th March
19th March - (Daman-Mumbai-Delhi-Chd) - 20th March
23rd March - (Chd-Delhi-Mumbai) - 24th March
27th March - (Mumbai-Delhi-Chd) - 28th March
29th March - (Chd-Delhi-Bangalore) - 30th March
2nd April - (Bangalore-Delhi-Chd) - 3rd April

I’ve been out, but right now I feel like running away. I’ve been trying. Won’t mind if someone pulls me along this time. I need some time. Time doesn’t feel constant any more - it’s more sporadic. It comes to me in the bus, or on the plane. Or maybe, on my bike on the way to the office in the morning. It’s not because I’ve been travelling that I am complaining about time. It’s got more to do with where I see myself standing. I think I am at crossroads again.

The problem this time is, I can’t see clearly either way. I’m waiting for the fog to settle down, but I see it’s taking it’s own sweet time. I can’t make out what options I have to choose from. I don’t even know what is it that I might want to look forward to. I realise, I need some clarity in my mind to see through the fog outside. I think I might be feeling too weak. Or maybe, it’s just too much noise inside, that’s making me tired.

One thing, and I don’t know how it could be relevant at this juncture: I’m happy that I’ve managed to keep some people close to me after all these years, and I want to let you guys know that I’ll be holding on. I’ve realised, maybe after being reckless, that I need you guys and I’m willing to give in more to keep you close.

I don’t think this is the end of the post, but I need to gather my thoughts right now.

Aman, cafe del mar … that’s what it was …. so I’ll start with this one

“Sunset At The Café del Mar” - Café del Mar, Vol. 1 (Track No 12)

yes once I had a strange love,
a pure but very pained love,
a love that burned like fire through a field

Oh once I had a strange love,
a childlike but derranged love,
a love that if were bottled it would kill.

See once I had a strange love,
a secret and untamed love,
a love that took no prisoners at all

And once I had a strange love
a psychic unexplained love,
a love that challenged scientific facts

And then there was that strange love,
that very badly trained love,
a love that needed discipline and facts

Once I had a strange love
a public acclaimed love,
the kind of love that’s seen in magazines.

And once I had a strange love,
a beautiful but vained love,
a love I think it’s better left in dreams

And once I had a strange love,
a morally inflamed love,
we’d go on holy battles in the nights

And then there was that strange love
that vulgar and profane love,
the kind of love that we don’t talk about

Yes, once I had a strange love,
a lying infidel love,
who wove in stories like Sherazade

And once I had a strange love,
a flaky white kinky love,
we ran so fast we almost spilled our guts..

You see i’ve had some strange love,
some good, some bad, some plain love,
some so-so love, and c’est la vie…

but just let me proclaim that, out of all the strange love you’re the strangest love I’ve ever known….

“Strange Love”, by Little Annie Bandez.

“was it really so long ago
we were taking photographs
of each other in our winter pagent clothes…
skipping school or going home
running for shelter
from a sudden thunderstorm
kissing raindrops on your nose…

what part did i play
in making you
the way
you are?

what more can i say
to convince you
it didn’t have to go so far?

in way out where i live
a universe away now
i’ll probably never see you again
and i wanna know where you went…
where did you go?
what did you see?
do you ever think of me?
i’m colorful now
and all that time we spent…

what part did i play
in making you
the way
you are?

what more can i say
to convince you
it didn’t have to go so far?

it didn’t have to go so far
it didn’t have…
it didn’t have to go so far
it didn’t have to go so far
didn’t have to go so far, no…
didn’t have to go so far

what part did i play?
what more can i say?”

This year feels special, I have no idea why. I turned 24, nothing feels different about that though - I still dont feel like I’m “growing up”. I do feel like I’m “progressing”, towards what - I have no clue still. The guitar plays a bit better, I can remember lyrics to more songs, I feel more responsible for all the mess that I create ( ), addictions are getting easier to recognize, obsessions are getting prettier and more desirable, have more to be crazy for. Nothing new with that though. Still depressed about being in Chandigarh, I’m still regarded as a “responsible” person by friends, I guess I still write stuff that many people regard as “noise out of his mind”. Thats me, and I guess I should leave it at that. These probably will not change. And I guess I still have plenty of time to “change”. So lets see.

I was in Mumbai for the new year, and on the way I had written something :

“Sitting yet again at the Delhi airport, waiting for an early morning flight. “So far away” by Staind bubbled up in the shuffled playlist, threw back memories of forgotten times and added to the chaos recently stirred up by too much free time, too much thinking and the winter cold. On the one hand, these memories make me sad - thinking about the friends who are not the same anymore. On the happier side, it does bring a certain warmth - reminding me that these are dreams I’ll never lose.

The good - or bad, is that we all move on. So did the playlist - “scars are souveniers you never lose, past is neveR far”.

A week with friends, will greet the new year together. Hope it brings great and better memories as always

Happy New Year to me, and all of you “

The week in Mumbai was amazing, feel even more pathetic to be in Chandigarh now. Khushi is now in America with Mandy. (Miss you baby)

These days, I’m happy and glad. Been thinking too much lately, was listening to a lot of reggae. Now listening to Dido and “Jive Bunny” by Glenn Miller ( :* )

(brackets tell the partners in crime)
Three weeks out of the city ..
Three cities ..
Three awesome conferences ..
More than 24 hours waiting at the airports for delayed flights (air deccan .. booooooooo) ..
A week in the Bangalore (the city I love) ..
A blurry recollection of crazy party nights (Sparks, 13th Floor, Fuga, Taika, The Beach, Climax) ..
Pub hopping on fresh lime soda (Legends of Rock, Ruby Tuesday, TGIF, Geoffreys, Purple Haze, Firangi Paani .. am I missing out some ?) ..
Heartbreaking revelations … damn ….
Completed 6 months at Opera .. .. permanent employee .. !
Our after party anthem .. la la pum pum …
And the remix by Chaals .. la la pum pum … pum ….

ps - and a bad heartbreak … sob … air supply - play on …..

pps - MERRY CHRISTMAS !!!

Take care bhabi

I’ve been told more than once, and by more than one, that I am too much of a perfectionist. So much that I bore myself out of things. I start writing a novel and can’t go past the first chapter because I want every following chapter to be as good as the first one. Start writing a song, the first paragraph is all I have even after pages of lines.

When I was explaining to a friend that how, after some time, all relationships start turning into more of a morning-routine at a scout camp, I realized what I’m talking about here. All my relationships (more or less) have ended because I am too much of a perfectionist. Everything starts well, and I enjoy it. Then I get to know the other person too well and realize that they are humans, they have been moulded out of the same “defect-infected” grains as everyone else. And this is where I snap. Not tolerating “mistakes” in others is quite human I think. But in my case, not tolerating mistakes, without realizing why I termed them as “defects” is where I become quite the unique perfectionist. I take my excuses out of things I can’t explain.

But then again, if these work for her, then I have found the real excuse - why should I be with someone who can’t realise what dumb excuses I make. If these excuses don’t work for her, too bad - she could be in love.

Last few weeks have been pretty busy for the Pawera family. We finally decided that we wanted to move to our new house, and hence majority of the time was spent packing stuff - unpacking stuff - shopping - setting up the new place. Now its been almost 3 weeks that we’ve been sleeping in the new house, but I still need some time to get cozy with the place.

It actually feels wierd to not share the room with my brother anymore. I’m missing the randomness he used to lend. Now his room is the place that I head for when I’m getting bored. Seems all the action in the house is in his room. It’s always noisy and untidy … has RAMAN written all over it. Love him .

And my room :D … . quite spacious, like the access to the balcony … and the (rare) open view. The house still needs a lot of time. The living room is still almost naked, so are most of the walls of the house.

So if anyone of you is planning to bunk at my place, do give me a call, I dont park at the same place anymore ;). Here’s a view of my room

So, today is the new “happy to you” of the website
Got some jazz going there

Although the oxygen mask wasn’t that exciting, the precedings did make up for quite an eventful evening. We decided to celebrate Hari joining the Opera team here in Chd and thus headed out to the “Oriental Lounge” for drinks and dinner. We ordered the regular stuff, maybe the exception being some prawns that I requested. The meal was quite enjoyable and left all of us with a good taste, satisfied appetites and me, with a swollen inner cheek. I couldn’t make out what had happened, but suspected that I had an allergic reaction, or just bit my cheek. I’d guess it took me around 15 minutes to get home, and by the time I changed, my stomach felt like the food inside had expanded. In another 5 minutes I felt my lungs press against my chest. I was obviously quite uncomfortable and thus took an anti-allergic .. .just in case. Mom and dad left for a walk, and I thought I’d hit the bed.

The next 30 minutes were “quite an experience” … I almost choked, couldn’t breathe through my nose, I could feel my lungs, my windpipe and my stomach … all fighting for more area inside me. I felt like I was in a collapsing submarine, deep down in the ocean. Thats all I can remember thinking behind those watering eyes and a swollen face. I don’t know how long it exactly was, but felt like it took me almost 10 minutes to walk the 5 steps to my toilet. Then I felt myself suddenly being soaked out of energy, my legs started shivering and I was gasping for air so loud and fast that it was confusing me even more. I stood like that in front of the sink for a very long time. Had lost track of time completely. Mom and dad came back, I tried to take control so as to not make them panic, but failed .. and we rushed to the emergency.

As it turned out, it was an allergic reaction which triggered an asthamatic attack. After two shots of some anti-allergics, and 15 minutes on the oxygen mask … I felt much better.

It took me 15 minutes to go from “fine”-to-”so much internal chaos that I didn’t know if I was even capable of thinking”. Then 15 minutes and an anti-allergic tablet, two anti-allergic shots, nebulized oxygen and the energy from the ones who were there for me at that moment - mom, dad, a friend and my crazy brother :P, to get back to “fine” again.

Now I’m home, the doctors said, it was a chance attack. Allergies can’t be diagnosed before hand. So I guess I’m fine now, and will stay the same

I guess the “heavy dose” is now getting to me … or is it keeping me awake even now ?
Anyways, it was an experience I’d hate anyone to have. More so, it really scares me to think of what mom and dad must have gone through seeing me in such a condition. And I did feel helpless and craving for help.

I’m glad to be in the company of people who really care, and thankful that they’re here with me.

Sometimes you get bored of how things are working and the monotony of things going right ….. and you facilitate a change. You might have reasons to justify the change, but it gets to you when it cracks the mould of your comfortable lifestyle.
So then you revert back. According to me, everyone goes through this cycle every 6-7 months. And it is necessary, not so much to change yourself, but more so to identify your comfortable zone, for a reassurance for yourself, and to get some energy back.

I realised that I’ve been indulging in too much of work, work-after-work-hours.

So I’ve realised and decided … now I need to get back to some more “productive” hobbies. Getting the cameras out of the rack, getting the travelling shoes out. The “Mack” returns … ( lol, hhklp, rotf, lmao !!!!!! )

Another thing I realised was, when I’m doing some interesting stuff, I write more on this blog (contrary to what a friend said recently)

Me waiting for my next post and your critique

For those who didn’t get it:
1. excuse - for not posting for such a long time
2. shakabuku - a swift spiritual kick to the head that alters reality forever
3. thats it

So please criticize, give feedback, test in various browsers …
caveat - do not open in IE *yet*

This is just the template, put together over an evening … lots of work to be done yet.

And for those who know her highness, Ms Khushi Lehal (my neice, my sweetheart) …

Darts, softball-table-tenis-across-desks, softball-wars-across-desks, softball-soccer-across-desks … thats our routine .. and I might take this oppurtunity to introduce our beloved softball to you (red )

Surprisingly, I have realised that this city does provide you with options for your free time. I’ve started Dj’ing at silk-lounge, joined the gym, planning to join archery classes, drives to the hills are becoming more frequent - probably going to dharamsala over the weekend again B-)

And how can I miss the bike in this post …
Completed 700 km in around 30 days
First service done
Love the riding position
Have started revving it a bit … seems that its got a lot to offer in that area
Feels comfortable,feels fast, not so heavy - so zips even in the higher gears.
In case you missed my previous post … its black (not red :P)

Have uploaded pics from the trip at - www.djnavv.com/dharamsala/

After around 5 hours of an amazing drive, we reached Dharamsala, it was dissapointing. A crowded city, was definitely not what I wanted to “escape” to. So we decided to drive further on … to McLeodganj. The drive up to McLeodganj was even better. At McLeo (thats how its locally known as) we had lost around 80% of the “city” crowd. It was crowded alright … but tourists mostly and Tibetans. This is where the Dalai Lama monastry is. When decided to go even further, and lose this crowd as well. It was a “narrow” drive to Dharamkot. But thats the place you wanna be. Its mostly Israeli community there, with amazingly cheap hotels and amazing food.

Its a place like no other. Amazing place to stay. Amazing people. Amazing food. Amazing places to eat at !!

For those, who might wanna travel to Dharamkot … here’s my 2 cents:

Chandigarh
Mohali
Ropar
Kiratpur
Anandpur Sahib
Nangal
Metspur
Una
Amb
Mubarakpur
Chintpurni
Dehra
Ranital
Kangra
Dharamsala
McLeodganj
Dharamkot

Its a total of around 250Km, takes around 6 hours of casual driving - with stopages for eating et all.

At Dharamkot, we put up at Gagan Resorts, the room was for 600/night.
You can also get cottages at Dev Resorts for around 1500/night.
At BlueHeaven, the rooms are even cheaper … but weren’t available when we reached.

To eat check out:
Trek ‘n Dine (Dharamkot)
Friendly Planet (Dharamkot)
View ‘n Chew (Bhagsur)
Moonpeak Cafe (McLeo - especially for breakfast)
.. loads of other places .. but dont miss these

Will be waiting for other places you guys suggest …

I’d say this is not exactly a place if you wanna go out and “do something”
Its more of a place for those .. who like to do “nothing” … absolute chill out.

And for those who havent heard the latest … here’s a sneak

This one is called “homework”, or “off1.0″ .. or “the-me” … dunno yet

Ready again this side, for your comments, critique or whatever it is u have to say.

Updates soon …

Ok … so … lets see … well … you know … I … graduated … … … !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As we always said … we would get our degrees … “all rolled up”

Harpriya … she got engaged …. bravo !

You’ll no longer find me in the CueBlocks office …

……

So, well … I’ve been … sleeping mostly …

or sitting in front of the pc …

or doing totally *random* stuff ….

Will take me some time to get back to normality … back to the groove … back to the wheel … be back soon … .. I hope .. .. BOOYAKASHA !
btw, anyone missing me yet ???????

Its the end that makes you want to start again. I’m not saying its the end that makes it all memorable, but its the end that makes you want to live it all again. Is it because we are afraid we might never enjoy life that much again? Are we afraid that life might not be as fun ever again? Why do we want to hold on to the past?

Why not be refreshed, even more enthusiastic and look forward to what all life has in store?
And “end” should be a search for a new beginning. Why should it be the want to live what you have already lived? Why not something new ?

What am I trying to get at? Well… end a party looking forward to another one… and let that one be an even bigger “bang”.

ps, guys … seriously need a party !! look at what i’m doing these days …!

Anyways, spending the last week at home, I now have this urge to move to the new office hoping things would be much more organised than the recent past.

In the meantime, I did experiment with my new camera (only in between work … small breaks )

I made this new ID that I would use at deviantart …a very raw look, kinda homely feel.

So what do u guys think ?

• utterly low self confidence
• absolutely no ability to make choices (can’t decide between writing slapstick or quirky :P)
• frantic search for alternatives to EVERYTHING (something else to listen to, something else to write about, something else to DO!)
• no realisation of wastage of time (well … its 2:25am .. for gods sake !!)
• desperation … pure, wild, insane desperation to get something done.

Ok, so now … I tried doing these:

• Look at sources of inspiration (websites in this case)
• Do stuff to make me feel good (search google for “navjotpawera”, and felt happy at the 10 results it showed)
• Tried to sleep (cant manage to fall asleep)

But nothing worked, so I went out, took my camera along, and clicked some pics …

(wallpaper version)
I think these turned out pretty neat … was impressed with the camera myself .

Now this did not give me any ideas .. I’m still stuck with the blank sheet … but I think I can go to sleep now .. its 2:54am now … I better try

So I bought the Sony DSC H1, my “nu” lens last week on the 3rd.

Drumrolls please

Have been shutter crazy for a week now, and getting some good reviews as well
Am personally quite satisfied with the pic quality.

Now I’ve got a MEGA 12x OPTICAL zoom in my hands
Its a 5.1 megapixel and runs on 2 AA batteries (charger and rechargeable batteries included in the package)

And, it can also do this:

he he

(you may call me for some “news” though )

What say, another croissant someday ?

The place where I have dinner more than home. Just love the food !
Went their with my “nu” Sony DSC H1 and clicked some ..

<< how many have noticed this guy ?

My recommendations at the place:

1. Chicken Fajitas (which I dont eat anymore, since I turned vegetarian)
2. Polo Loco (which I dont eat anymore, since I turned vegetarian)
3. Keema Naan (which I dont eat anymore, since I turned vegetarian)
4. Paneer Naan
5. Paneer Makhani

More favourites or recommendations anyone ?

This is what I had been working on .. and this is what kept me busy. Too tired right now to write anything, but just wanted to get this theme done .. and beleive me .. this time, I met my deadlines !!!!

I call this theme “Version 1point0″ ..

and its still in Beta (so wanted to say that B-))

Feedback, criticism all will be accepted, but only compliments will be appreciated

Now for some this shot may come from getting up in the moning and brushing up, while pondering over some subconsious notes… or … just before crashing to bed after being totally knocked out by the vodka with friends on a saturday evening … or … just being irritated by what your gf thinks of the shinky pink shoes …. lol

But for some …
well they keep on waiting … and waiting … and waiting …. untill they realise they need a FRESH reason and a FRESH thought and a FRESH BLOG ….

This one is to “interdoos” piyush … his second attempt … his new fresh idea ..

http://theaplayer.blogspot.com/ 

Bro … lets keep it alive this time … or are we gunning for the booker prize
and Aman … lets list down “all” of your blogs as well … I dont know which one to find you at …. multiple personality disorder was still tolerable man …. multiple blog disorder … !!!

Flowers, chocolates and iPods will do too …

Kidding, its just been a real, what I would like to call, a liveable day
Bartender …. repeat that one … another round of the craziness please !!!
After a long time, spent the noon with an old friend, gulping pizzas and criticising future plans :P, laughing out loud and making fun of each other ….

After a long time, spent the evening going crazy with friends and driving around like a freak … to some extent ….

Apologies to Rahul … and Gaggu
Feeling better to get some randomness and insanity back …

But to keep this special … I need to get out of here now …
I need to move on … really guys … i’m done here …. see you tomorrow

1. Panasonic GD92
2. Nokia 3310
3. Samsung N500
4. Sony Ericsson T200
5. Nokia 8250
6. Nokia 3530
7. Nokia 6800
8. Nokia 3660
9. Sony Ericsson K500i
10. Nokia 6020
11. Nokia 6630 ( Present )

Wanna go for a PDA next, but first ….

Gotta get the BABY !! …

Is the way you live your life a cue to what you plan for your future, or is it a shadow of your past. In most likelyhood, I feel the latter would hold true.

If you could control your past, it could prove to be pivotal to how your future shapes up. But if you’re getting what I’m trying to say, it is very much not the case. You truly can’t control your past. As straightforward as it may sound, it does hold a key logic to it. How you plan your future is not as simple as assessing your needs and making plans. It invariably bears a stamp of your past. You have a future, which is yet to come. You can plan it. But once it becomes your past. You can’t change it. Never. Nothing can change it.

Live your present knowing that it will be your past very soon. Nothing can change it once its gone. Dont be afraid of your future. Be very afraid of what you make your past. When you leave this world, you wont have any future. All you would have right then, would be your past. All you leave behind is your past. Live to the max. Live a good life. Live a life. Live.

Live with the ones you care for. Live with the ones who care about you. Live for yourself. Live to help others live. Live to succeed. Live to love. Live to give. Live to make memories. Dream like you got a hundred years to live. True. But live today as if its the last day you’ll ever live.

p.s. its 12:07am, I’m sleepin at Sarthak’s place, there’s an “unfinished” bottle of Finlandia in his bar. This is a disclaimer.

First post from a Linux box

Details:

Fedora Core 4 - kernel-2.6.11-1.1369_FC4
Gnome

Date of installation: 22 Feb, 2006
Probable Date of un-installation: 25 Feb, 2006
Apps installed so far:

FireFox - Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:1.8.0.1) Gecko/20060124 Firefox/1.5.0.1
Opera - Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; X11; Linux i686; en) Opera 8.52
Xmms Player - XMMS 1.2.10
Gaim Messenger - Gaimv1.5.0-9.fc4
BlueFish 1.0.4