tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284958002024-03-13T13:28:30.050+05:00Meyyumz Brain MasalaSpicy and Hot
or Buttered and Salted
With unexpected bits of this and that.
It can be done the way I want it!Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-80833729890361345472009-02-26T12:28:00.002+05:002009-02-26T13:05:03.476+05:00The FogThe fog<br />that hides reality<br />The fog<br />that's used to blind me..<br /><br />...as impenetrable as a concrete wall...<br />The fog<br />that doesn't let me through<br /><br />Heavy clouds<br />weighing me down<br />disorienting the life i knew<br /><br />encircling me<br />my vision is blocked<br />I'm trapped in crystallized dew<br /><br />words of hope, are but empty bitter phrases<br />those i knew, are now blank masked faces<br />with bright mocking stars, there will be no rain<br /><br />the fog<br />i know has won againMariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-56080616792789443822008-12-05T15:20:00.000+05:002008-12-05T16:26:52.019+05:00WHY?!It's days like these when I'm high on a divine concoction of cough syrups and Panadol CFs, I would prefer not to talk to people and blurt out things i shouldn't have!<br />And its days like these when i wonder why!<br />Why did i let myself get attached to anyone and then sit back calmly to see them leave...infact helped them to move out and move on with their lives because I could not be ..did not be..or didn't want to be the person they wanted me to be.<br /><br />Perhaps I'm too numb now to feel at this point. Maybe when my body gets immune to these meds and they stop messing with my head..will i know how it feels to let go so easily...Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-89674528863767000342008-11-26T14:23:00.002+05:002008-11-26T14:48:42.675+05:00Tum un pe dekho to chal keJab raton mai... tujhe neend na aye<br />Aur jab logon mai...tera dil ghabraye<br />to tum khud hi se poocho<br />kiun mere rastay hain uljhay....<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsU78C-YYrQ&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tsU78C-YYrQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-59821406352247962732008-11-18T14:09:00.003+05:002008-11-18T14:27:34.767+05:00anticipations!How is it that those we love<br /><br />Are those we hurt the most<br /><br />Why is it so easy for them to disappoint<br /><br />But so hard to make us proud<br /><br />What makes us so impossible to please?<br /><br />What makes us so tough to understand?<br /><br /> <br /><br />So unrelenting and severe it may seem<br /><br />But its the expectations that we have...<br /><br />That only the strongest survives<br /><br />Will they have the eye to judge that I am unconditional?<br /><br />or will they too begin to wonder why this is a part of their lives<br /><br /><br />http://radioreloaded.com/tracks/?24990Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-85260806358477143812008-11-15T15:46:00.003+05:002008-11-15T17:11:19.268+05:00held up high on a breakable thread<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GCxVFRH8txss41tS2OhC4jih78QUfdgoiUHuv9Cdz7DXskLKb1jyJAAie0yPUcruJk8ZG0t5bOf8ULEfInYp5rJ1-Zp4WObbjIiqNZerPLWv0cpDza92XvqjpJqBOiyFgBD74Q/s1600-h/thread.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5GCxVFRH8txss41tS2OhC4jih78QUfdgoiUHuv9Cdz7DXskLKb1jyJAAie0yPUcruJk8ZG0t5bOf8ULEfInYp5rJ1-Zp4WObbjIiqNZerPLWv0cpDza92XvqjpJqBOiyFgBD74Q/s320/thread.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268855358995907762" border="0" /></a><br />Held up high on a breakable thread<br />Whats to be done ..What's to be said<br />It's all unknown ... Its all fogged up!!<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Another one of my crazy Paint renditions</span></span>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-42147344895199824722008-09-03T23:54:00.002+06:002008-09-03T23:56:12.880+06:00My walls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QDe19-J7NuRos7JzqFmFzu4wZTb6d-xr-l8-JJtbgagokhuZmtQV8Q2MYjb3hZ9WpNsr19DlA0dQVxRS72e2v5ORNOyRw4w4IaXs2evYtnS6KFmEa2Vttz3_tHpGHmLmpJZ7Hg/s1600-h/sanity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241855228164206866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7QDe19-J7NuRos7JzqFmFzu4wZTb6d-xr-l8-JJtbgagokhuZmtQV8Q2MYjb3hZ9WpNsr19DlA0dQVxRS72e2v5ORNOyRw4w4IaXs2evYtnS6KFmEa2Vttz3_tHpGHmLmpJZ7Hg/s320/sanity.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The closest i can get to graffitti-ing my bedroom walls<br />Im not sane-seriously!Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-21708676460211423382008-09-03T22:06:00.003+06:002008-09-03T22:18:10.752+06:00you...<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">You are a mystery,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">like a folded paper...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">A letter one doesnt pry into just out of being polite</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">Yet i can see,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">some of the writing</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">because the paper is fragile</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663333;">or my gaze...too intent.</span><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">* The 'whats' answered, the 'who' remains! *</span></em>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-62193920211985104242008-09-03T21:50:00.002+06:002008-09-03T22:00:55.021+06:00shardsThere are times when i wanna grab the boldest and loudest markers and scrawl all over my bedroom walls. Graffitti, poems, all that i think.<br />But all that goes on im my head doesnt fit into my world.<br /><br />I wanna write a poem but i dont have an axis, i wanna scrawl the walls but they are all painted green, i feel like going up to the roof and singing, but theres a mellowness in my heart that i cant explain<br /><br />each thought is distinct, yet too scattered to be linked, like shards of broken mirror...an individuality in its ownself yet disconnected from its purpose.<br /><br />Its rather strange...not being able to do what you want to, when you want to. And later looking back to the rose tinted past and wondering if i had, but theres no denying the hollow feeling.<br /><br />writing was my source of happiness, my raging expressions behind the composed facade of my being...but i cant seem to write what i feel anymore. Suffocation!! :(Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-86718950429188364552008-06-22T17:17:00.001+06:002008-12-09T02:57:14.202+05:00oddities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9A-RobKtXIRO-TmE_IrIpG6HBwQKYD-hG8oKJ3o0w3HRXy2NIOYqt2n6MpR8Y4ra277O9soYPPk5dwGZbvYSKRzG3ejsiZUuNdMkKaK-Wa2zNtyGuvApJfMjZqu0azdNJ1A77w/s1600-h/20-5-2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214664110789833410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9A-RobKtXIRO-TmE_IrIpG6HBwQKYD-hG8oKJ3o0w3HRXy2NIOYqt2n6MpR8Y4ra277O9soYPPk5dwGZbvYSKRzG3ejsiZUuNdMkKaK-Wa2zNtyGuvApJfMjZqu0azdNJ1A77w/s320/20-5-2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-61327531645515287102008-04-10T00:57:00.001+05:002008-12-09T02:57:14.414+05:00How can i not love nandos!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI-m1-4GYH18KnP7R7dzvfmd-IgTCTNuTNzb9d6H19CcfqS4sg2FOCKBhtIETGmpw7GQ7GLWO5ZMIe9ueGvUGj06-HDfxXmypXWfS-Uus8uY4A0r6MfLQL7cy1TNrFmaPQFikLg/s1600-h/nandos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187337432303798786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI-m1-4GYH18KnP7R7dzvfmd-IgTCTNuTNzb9d6H19CcfqS4sg2FOCKBhtIETGmpw7GQ7GLWO5ZMIe9ueGvUGj06-HDfxXmypXWfS-Uus8uY4A0r6MfLQL7cy1TNrFmaPQFikLg/s320/nandos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />When all else fails...<br />if not the sinfull chocolate cake itself, the slogans always bring a smile to my face :-D<br /><br /><br />*Note to self: gather the girls for a nandos lunch*Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-88055717468466293192008-04-10T00:31:00.002+05:002008-04-10T00:36:34.813+05:00empty thought cloudI don't know what most people think of me really these days.<br />They think I'm always home these days, enjoying spending time doing nothing. Content that way. In truth, I'm living with a lot of restlessness, moodiness, anxiety and alltheworks. <br /><br />I worry that I will never find it either. I vacillate between wanting to do something I sorta' like, and chiding myself for being childish and stupid and I should just be "grown-up"<br /><br />There is something wrong with my preference to keep my worries to myself. All I can voice out is that I'm feeling moody, and feeling frustrated. I feel helpless to explain the whys and the hows of it all. It's like no words could come.<br /><br />Like this moody/anxious/worried feeling just envelopes me, and when asked to account for the reasons, an empty thought balloon appears over my head. Why is it that life seems simpler in my parents' time? You go to school, you finish school and get a job, you settle down when you find the right man, you get your own place, you have children, you raise them.<br /><br />I haven't reached many big milestones in my life and yet all I'm filled with is worry and anxiety. And this constant feeling that I haven't found what is it that I'm looking for. Not that I even know what I'm looking for.Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-31330806558449398802007-12-18T09:52:00.001+05:002007-12-18T09:59:20.317+05:00leading on...I don't expect you to love me yet,<br />Nor are my own feelings clear.<br />Coz right now we are reluctant to step<br />Into a world we both crave and fear.<br />We cannot know where this will take us,<br />Nor whether we will ride for long,<br />But pleasure is the overture<br />That flows into the larger song.<br /><br /><br />Needs closure...figuratively too :)Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-42931280629118681952007-07-23T15:42:00.000+05:002007-07-23T16:12:18.229+05:00Khuda Ke Liye??And here is another issue to fuel the political activities spreading like wild fire accross the country.<br />First the CJ became the pawn, then the Laal Majid issue and the so called Jihaad loving mullah's who tried to flee under a woman's Burqa (*wtf*) and now...a movie!<br />Iv been gaining first hand knowledge abt the movie from my boss..who i may add is the director of the movie.<br />Threat emails, security alerts, bomb threats for all of us dare we step into a cinema to watch the movie and what not! The national media has already been gagged and choked with barely audible whimpers coming though once in a while<br />Superficial topics raging accross the FM Channels<br /><em><strong>'Saas buri hoti hai ya bahoo?'</strong></em><br /><em><strong>'Come up with new ways to give that girl in the park your number'</strong></em><br /><em><strong>'Is Imraan Hashmi hot or is Bipasha a squint?'</strong></em><br />Is that all the depth left in our personalities?<br />Perhaps!<br /><br />Khuda Ke Liye revolves not around a wannabe myth for Pakistani's but the truth. Desi men involved in live in relationships once out of the confines of their families/social strictures, children born out of wedlock, daughters flaunting their gora boyfriends in front of their dads.<br />The eye openers those fathers face when the girl instead of the son expresses her desire to marry a non-desi or non-muslim and then the typical chakrah of zalim baap dragging the girl to her rooma nd locking her up till he arranges for them to be sent back to Paki land and hitch her up with a complete mulla<br /><br />Whats wrong with a movie that makes the society come face to face with whats really there..what they really are?<br />Why are we so scared of admitting what we do? and if we are scared..why do we do that and continue doing it anywayz?<br /><br />Khuda Ke liye!Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-4734563425855651122007-06-17T17:43:00.000+05:002007-06-17T17:55:48.455+05:00First step into the corporate world<strong>Universities do not prepare you well enough and internships arent a sufficient enough experience to face the first jolt u feel in the corporate world.<br />I was wrong in thinking that people at work would bond immediately like friends in IBA, help each other out n be really estatic if everyone got an A<br />But thats not how it works here, competition drips in every nook and corner..even between people who arent directly related to each other heirarchy or job description..more so between bosses and juniors vying to see who gets more appreciation from the CEO<br /><br />You hide your msn windows from being visible and try not to swipe your card everytime you walk out of the door for an un-needed break. The urge to get abetter cell and a laptop then the person in the next cubicle..and hoping like hell that you get to make the next pitch instead of the smartass who seems to be the boss's fav.<br /><br />But what gets me to work every morning is the passion to be the best at what im starting to do, to be recognized and asked for the oh-so-cool brand managers to make strategies for their brand, to be trusted by the boss enough to give me a free reign on my decisions.<br /><br />Kinda dissappointed at not being able to get the P&G account for their new record breaker because of the fits unilever has if you mention P&G in the same room. Their idea..although was a mixed copy of shell n surf but it could have given Helium major mileage.<br /><br />Tamseel's metamorphis and the brand activation mag is makin me want to do sumthing similar but judging from his analysis and the things he writes...i need atleast 2 years of experience in this industry to claim an accurate observation.<br /><br />But atleast...this is a starting :)</strong>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-19166156086220934062007-05-17T22:15:00.000+05:002008-12-09T02:57:14.558+05:00When you'v had just enough of the darkness...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMK250UIzPUdCIdlHr50fRndI2cJ5inPEmBmeheHlUspN4pu7bfYC4gGRXdtSG3prqus-Vm4F3qsOc4yOnUI3JeFk7-BKK91_6bud-CfbHkW52f24DKIfm4XbCRRV7-Exe1bqfA/s1600-h/litehouse.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065580076705609282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEMK250UIzPUdCIdlHr50fRndI2cJ5inPEmBmeheHlUspN4pu7bfYC4gGRXdtSG3prqus-Vm4F3qsOc4yOnUI3JeFk7-BKK91_6bud-CfbHkW52f24DKIfm4XbCRRV7-Exe1bqfA/s320/litehouse.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-7727400048750956122007-05-01T22:52:00.000+05:002008-12-09T02:57:14.725+05:00My Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmaEf-LnBeelRBSkym6ceNaonZ0QYFHX7_7F5x5_GXAQdj15q6SFRz8gi1zvaN2gwJ4b4GjE-GgDlziLTJLbhH3y7H1lrzj7Zj4uELkclABEjCfZ1ofl2mRS8j1mHFiQickxeag/s1600-h/sunset.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059651688102171538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmaEf-LnBeelRBSkym6ceNaonZ0QYFHX7_7F5x5_GXAQdj15q6SFRz8gi1zvaN2gwJ4b4GjE-GgDlziLTJLbhH3y7H1lrzj7Zj4uELkclABEjCfZ1ofl2mRS8j1mHFiQickxeag/s320/sunset.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-6171997418228949182007-05-01T15:09:00.000+05:002008-12-09T02:57:14.814+05:00I invite you to stumble!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDH-IBX-oyO2r9wpUJPncSqeRtxaoCJKs6kcz-Y2Ag-E7oyqHArH_gOQHkhgsHats5DOm2W4ZJwFRgKF9cE4tFFME9Y2EdV8wO_x9AHTWhwlCUp45FHjhagyRR0_juy30mrUa9FA/s1600-h/stumble.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059532468399969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDH-IBX-oyO2r9wpUJPncSqeRtxaoCJKs6kcz-Y2Ag-E7oyqHArH_gOQHkhgsHats5DOm2W4ZJwFRgKF9cE4tFFME9Y2EdV8wO_x9AHTWhwlCUp45FHjhagyRR0_juy30mrUa9FA/s320/stumble.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-87708762943703017302007-05-01T15:05:00.000+05:002008-12-09T02:57:14.957+05:00An ode to my recent nightmare<strong>Eerie apparitions<br />chill me to the bone<br />Nightmare's unappetizing fear<br />fills my marrow<br />Stifled<br />by a force<br />and sweat upon my brow<br />I try lift my lids<br />to find a ghostly form<br />wisp through me<br />again .. and again .. wake up!<br />Charmed<br />by fascination of unknown<br />Two taunting forms standone of light .. one exudes love<br />the other .. so vacant and black<br />His cruelties aware me<br />to make known<br />I am not welcome in this dream<br />My breath he steals away .. confines me<br />as coolness of his dark handed heart<br />rushes through meagain .. and again<br />I must run<br />Yet .. the body fails provide motion<br />Scream!<br />to self-awaken<br />from this foul, unearthly dream</strong><br /><br /><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059531794090103666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ueVBJcohMJcjBo5d6m4s1JFq0IK8mdwB7NPBnKBMk000Oa2Osti4Bu71TWmktFa9COS3jvocxrPnt7zuHl3MJjLb2q3_qdqwrtstcEewHAXxgpmap5dW9tQYiG-ra8qifihCZg/s320/nightmare.JPG" border="0" /> [Img is a rushed scrawl on Paint by me]</em>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-81422750568835034192007-04-30T18:52:00.000+05:002007-05-01T16:59:36.671+05:00Emotiophobic?<strong>Turning around and running away appeals to me more then the idea of feeling a lot more then what I bargained for. Unexpected emotions have begun to freak me to right up to the 7th sky .. (and its not funny so wipe that grin off your face!)<br /><br />It's ok when fake smiles turn into brighter ones with a dimple twinkling on one cheek as hello's and how-are-you's turn into witty repartee.<br />Even nicer when they become genuine full throated laughs (even a couple of snorts would do) as you cross the carefree bantering relation and step into relaxed camaraderie.<br />But when expectations follow suit, my highs get in grave danger of turning to ferocious lows.<br /><br />Blues that start from a panicky azure and darkens to midnight hues<br />Incessant rambling that go on inside my head and I fail miserably at locating the stop button<br />The fragile web of the strongest threads that has me hanging from the edge of sanity while each gust of emotions threatens to snap the thread and throw me on the jagged ends of insanity below. Either I press into the web and entangle myself further in a myriad of complicatedness to save myself .. or go down the deep end.<br /><br />Nopes! I'm better off picking up my skirts and making a mad dash for it instead!</strong>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-15017654277099303862007-04-29T23:01:00.000+05:002007-04-29T23:03:55.022+05:00un kahi un suniBaatien<br />kuch unkahi si<br />kuch un suni si<br />honay lageen<br />Qabu<br />dil pe raha na<br />hasti hamari<br />khoney lagi<br /><br /><br />Shayad yahi hai pyar :)Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-1176037444220802102007-04-08T18:02:00.000+05:002007-04-08T18:04:04.230+05:00-<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/1600/756772/autumn.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/320/498795/autumn.jpg" border="0" /></a> (the images arnt too crisp bcz its just Paint n mouse)Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-1176028199975604092007-04-08T15:28:00.000+05:002007-04-08T15:29:59.986+05:00Thoughts at Dusk<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/1600/739440/DSC00373.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/320/306979/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-1175957723289873902007-04-07T19:51:00.000+05:002007-04-07T19:55:23.300+05:00I know!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/1600/414101/dagirl.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1029/850/320/170076/dagirl.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-1175804269149456712007-04-06T01:16:00.000+05:002007-04-06T01:25:04.513+05:00The not so middle age crisis<strong>This 20sumthing, graduated and farigh, dunno what to do and if you know what to do then you don't know how to go about it; phase has to be the worst era of a person's life. <br /><br />You get more opinionated as time goes, you regrettably realize the mistakes that have cost you a lot in terms of lost friends, relationships or opportunities, and the dumber decisions that has left you with probably the most superficial people you would ever meet in life. <br /><br />You realize that despite of being a Masters from the best Uni in your country, its not you who gets that lucky chance and would anywayz have to starts as a trainee at the bottom of the hierarchy. <br /><br />You realize that the top is certainly not lonely but getting there is fatal health issue inducing and years of crappy hard work. <br /><br />You're insecure about where you stand now and don't know where you'd be seeing yourself in the next year…success becomes the elusive sexy siren that often makes you want to listen to your evil buddy, copy your rival's work and give it in to the boss with your name before they manage to. Highs without getting tipsy get rare, friends start harboring secrets that they weren't ashamed of sharing earlier. <br /><br />You talk to the opposite sex without dissolving into a pool of giggles as soon as he leaves or jumping to conclusions about the way he wiggled his eyebrows at you.. <br /><br />You probably didn't even notice he had shaved off his eyebrows and are just interested in making sure that you did what you wanted done. <br /><br />You lie in bed and compare your below average colleagues managing to hook up with the most fabulous of the guys and wonder why you cant even manage to engage someone's undying fairytale love for yourself, and with a few minutes you start wishing you were more cutesy flirtatious who found easy to flit from person to person then to dream for a nonexistent ideal. <br /><br />You start writing Blog entries like these and realize how pessimistic you sound...or read entries like these and nod with each line coz it hits you squarely between the eye and you think... "how true"<br /><br />And as soon as you read/write the line above you find solace in the fact that this phase is thankfully temporary.</strong>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28495800.post-1175795253706677442007-04-05T21:40:00.000+05:002007-04-05T22:51:30.156+05:00Meyyum'z DNA<embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3E2C1F8F.jpeg&c1=graffitti is a frame of mind&i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57540F5B.jpeg&c2=cant do without music while driving&i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3246D42F.jpeg&c3=Heard of Retail Therapy?&i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&c4=aquarian&i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&c5=eeww!&i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_60BD8C5F.jpeg&c6=undying, untold and uninterrupted&i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-50C95EAC.jpeg&c7=i havethe guts to say it out loud..i gossip!&i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-CB873F5.jpeg&c8=Raw & Edgy&i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_761F2B14.jpeg&c9=off the edge of the world&i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&c10=a taste of the world&i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&c11=I wana run in da jungle with wind in my hair& da sand in my feet&i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-31AF758B.jpeg&c12=Nothing like a chilled cola to quench the thirst&i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_4F9C0EDC.jpeg&c13=thats more like me&moodlabel=EASY RIDER &lovelabel=LOVE BUG&funlabel=CONQUEROR&habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&uid=184549-c2bc&srv=iwebhd6" ></embed> <div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"><a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=184549-c2bc&srv=iwebhd6" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)">Read my VisualDNA</a><span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc">™</span> <a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) ">Get your own VisualDNA™</a></div>Mariumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05064699005229501344noreply@blogger.com0