Lost in translation!!

Recently, I was asked to write an article in Good to know section of TCS magazine.. I thought this might be intrestingly safe..

Ever wondered, what would you call a person who is ready to forgive any abuse the first time it occurs, to tolerate it the second time, but to neither forgive nor tolerate a third offense. Unless you were born in Congo, you’d be speechless about this one. The correct answer is “Ilunga”[ee-Iun-ga], originated from the Tshiluba language spoken in south-eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo. This would also be the world’s most difficult word to translate according to an article published by the BBC on June 22, 2004.

There are other bizarre words running close in the competition. Take “Torschlusspanik” [To:-sh-lus-pæ-nik] for an example. This German word literally means “gate-closing panic” and is used to describe the fear of diminishing opportunities as one age. This word is most frequently applied to women who race the ‘biological clock’ to wed and bear children. Even more intriguing is “Mamihlapinatapei”[Mam-ihlapi-na-tapei] from Yagan, the indigenous language of the Tierra del Fuego region of South America, implying a wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start. The Guinness Book of World Records calls it the "most succinct word".

If those words struck a chord of familiarity, try the French phrase “l'esprit d'escalier” [e-SPREE des-kal-i-YE], or spirit of the staircase, used to describe the precise moment a person comes up with a clever repartee to an embarrassing insult. It is usually after leaving the party, and walking down the stairs that the mind gets that smart reply, and hence the phrase.
Ending with my personal favorite, “mokita” from New Guinea, which is the truth that everybody knows about but nobody speaks.
So, if you have a love for strange words, there is a whole world out there, at times unique to a language which for you means a sense of weird joy, but for the translator, nightmares!!

So!!!, its been long..

A lot has happened without getting any mention here.. was in trivandrum for training in tcs, then got back to delhi about 20 days back and now having a regular office life, except that there's no work at all..

I went to trivandrum with a mind frame, that I'm gonna be wrecked and I was initially.. hated brute, rude security guards who dint blv in helping with the luggage, attitude-filled "food-counter man" who asked me "not to eat", coz i dint have change, miserable(detestable) food, babel like noises in every damn language in that mini-cultural zoo of a place.. but as always, things changed.. i met some amazing ppl there, made friends, had so much fun, that now at times, being back seems like a mistake..

there's so much to tell.. about the nice Peepal Park Hostel, where roomies came and went away, many times I even had to stay alone; but all in good fun.. about the Munnar trip, where for the first time I realized that probably coming to trivandrum isn't a mistake after all;; "thekri" a part of the munnar trip, with its haunting tree-skulls coming out of the cold water, as if talking to the surrounding mountains, was breath-taking.. about some of best night-outs at CCD and some brilliant conversations.. about Kovallam, being a holy beach for us ;)).. about watching movies back to back @Rs 40 till my eyes got weak.. about dancing in the Labs.. about long walks with interesting ppl..

Things life has taught me.. part 8

1. Don't boast of your self-defense classes to guys, who can spin you like a bottle.
2. Don't keep the bill with your shirt, that you're supposed to return; coz somehow water will come and create spots on it..
3. Don't let your wallet get wet.. its just embarrassing when you use wet notes at shop; try if you don't believe me.
4. Don't wake your brother up at the middle of the night to ask if you can go out.. not only would he say "NO".. he'll be sure now that you've lost it.
5. Don't drink with a secret.. always gets puked out.
6. Shopping is like a game.. more you play, better you get.
7. Learn cooking.. save yourself the enormous guilt of asking someone else to cook for you, when your parents are out.
8. Even when you can't be sure of what you want to be; at least be sure of what you definitely don't want to be.. would keep things rolling for now.
9. I'm totally sure that not being able to remember birthdays is an illness, and I'm suffering from that.. and I don't think I can recover.

saying things without saying them..

Right now, I really am filled up with so many things to tell, but I can't say them.. and I don't really know, how to say things without saying them.. upfront and honest, that's the only way I know; but I guess, its not enough.

There are people I want to tell that just because I'm happy, doesn't mean I'm not sad.. some people, I want to avoid, not because I don't like them, but because I can't handle certain things that well.. some people, I want to interrogate like the Russian spies, but I won't as its probably too late for that.. some people, thank for making me smile, in so many different ways.. but most of them, say a proper goodbye; which I would not, as I would probably wish that I start my life fresh, without much of an attachment to the past..

there are some parts of me that I can never get back again, I just wish to do things right now..

The simple truth... 18

My grandmother used to say, "You want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans."

Bella(2006), a movie about how quickly things can change.. about an unfinished career in football, an unwanted pregnancy, and an accidental change of life..

The simple truth.. 17

Life is like this big hot air balloon, you need to drop weights if you want to go higher!!!

Things life has taught me.. part 7

1. Don't eat too many chocs too fast.. it reflects on ur belly and ur head spins..
2. Do Not ever get drastic short hair-cut, when you really have got used to the long locks.. hurts really bad, the following mornings..
3. Never fall for a guy, who already has a hot girlfriend.. just doesn't make sense.
4. Try to be more strong-willed.. read newspaper, exercise .. instead of just making fragile resolves.
5. When you're tripping, speak a little more.. its fun to feel how every word, every syllable can be sensed.. how each body movement can be felt as a combination of a million small movements.. how every face dissects into small-small parts and you can finally read through them.
6. Don't smoke alone, its too depressing..
7. Every small conversation at the end of the day, adds on to you.. so try to pay attention, you might just get inspired by something.
8. Its difficult to hate someone, who complements you.. impossible to hate the one, who makes you laugh.

The simple truth... 16

When you're on Mt. Everest.. things look smaller than they actually are..

(courtesy: a tripping friend)

Happy pills.

Some people are best termed as "happy pills".. i mean, they come, and you see happy quantum particles spreading.. they start with a dot size and then they, just keep going bigger.. while most people are unaware of all this, just having a good time; i cant help but think.. don't these people ever get tired!!!

tired of pulling up their socks, every time to entertain people who wont even remember how outstandingly every word, gesture was put together so that it could hit the bulls-eye!.. tough job, this is.

Complicated spring.

Its an over-used word
an under-understood thing
how my feelings kick right now
is complicated.. my complicated spring..

The colors here, are always blinding
the breeze always pricks
you tell yourself "Its seasonal"
and try not to give in to the pretty "tricks"..

but whatever happens
you are ready for the high road
lets see how it craps this time
do you, don't you.. explode

I fight.

You don't listen,
you won't melt.
You will always get hurt,
coz I like speeding up, without seat-belt..

Never care, or bother
Never understand what I go through.
You just need your fake ideals ,
to be brushed everyday like brand new shoe..

Its like, I am singing to deaf ears
painting for the blind
each day, it pains a little more
and each night, I ignore and rewind..

Won't stay for too long
I think I will escape
I know it is stupid
but i refuse to live in tapes..

dear mosqui!

Don't bite mosquito!!!

I am of a superior race
can't tolerate your disgrace
how dare you touch me
You Son of a Bitch!!, i swear i'll kill thee!!!

I work, i smile, i think
you come, you drink.
make my moment "Rotten Tomato"!!
and break my harmony, my legato..

Go suicide!!!
i'll buy you the rope, the electric chair, the cyanide.
or bite some bitch
Just,, leave me alone!!, coz hell!!, you itch :(

Its not, like i got anything against you
maybe, i'll do the same if i were you
but still; you make me psycho-frantic
so, next time you come closer.. it won't be romantic ;)

The simple truth... 15

Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.
Wiley: Excuse me.
Soap Opera Woman: Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?' "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up. I don't want to be ant, you know?


(from the movie "Waking life"; full of intricate details about simple things you ignore...)

The void

some voids are impossible to fill
some we make impossible
others are just meaningless pits
of mediocrity and cowardice...

omelette and cold coffee

woke up at 5
boiled the milk and spilled it
remembered my mom who
is such a pro at the cooking-shit...

broomed and groomed the kitchen floor
had a good bath myself
played good music
and then woke up my nice lil elfs

Margaret(Maggi), Rahul, Jatin, Sanjana
and a good sunday breakfast
as unlikely it seemed
but felt like a moment going to last.

Maggi pouring her heart sized oil serving
then giant dose of red chilli powder
Rahul saving the day with bhurji
and Jatin stealing the credit shower

but Maggi; good cold coffee!!!
although, the mixer-lid had a hole
and nice church time
however, i think i'm certainly not a religious soul...

whirlpool.

its about deep secrets
its about thin crusts
about shoved off pieces
of her skin, which (by the way) rusts.

she likes being complicated
coz things bore when too simple
has an ego, thats inflated
like a green mushroom pimple.

crinkled, crumpled contradicting brain
sees constricted life with a dilated whim.
she looks like champagne covered in chains,
unscrewed and fragrant; and still filled upto the brim.

clearly, its all a trap
a whirlpool pulling her from inside
and there is nothing she can do
she doesn't wanna run and she just can't hide.

The simple truth...14

Luc: Why are you chasing after him?
Kate: Cause I love him and I'm afraid if he doesn't come back I will shrivel up and never be able to love anyone ever again.
Luc: You say that now but after a time, first you will forget his chin, his nose, and after awhile you will struggle to remember the color of his eyes and then one day you wake up and he's gone, his voice, his face, his smell and then you can begin again.

(from the movie "French Kiss"; a dialogue that kind of keeps coming back to me; whenever i try forgetting something or someone!)

Things life has taught me... part 6(btp spl.)

1. Don't be foolish enough to do it alone.
2. Don't do it outside, when everyone else is doing it from the college itself.
3. Don't forget its your few last days of college, that you'd be sacrificing.
4. Once you've made all the above mistakes, don't regret it.
5. When you finally start making progress, don't let it go to your head or think of yourself as some superman/girl; coz very soon something will go wrong.
6. Remember every problem has a solution or a way to bypass it.
7. I don't know about research or innovation, but this definitely teaches a thing or two about looking at life as a giant video-game, in which you not only need to survive but also have to go to the next level.
8. And ya, don't wait for a love-letter from authorities to realize that your ass is on the line here.

Things i can't stand.. chap 1

1. The summer sun.
2. Teachers who are more worried about rules than whats actually right.
3. Lectures from people when i feel like tearing up the sky.
4. Not understanding my own emotions, and just disposing them as "Heavy" or "Light".
5. Not being able to help a wrong situation.
6. People using the whole earth as their private garbage bins, and actually having the stupidity to be proud of that.
7. People who waste water and be rude when asked to do otherwise.
8. People who dissolve all their guilt by discussing it, and finding a way to blame someone else for everything.
9. Bad music.

unable to miss.

i don't miss the school days
or my childhood
i don't miss the homes we shifted
not that i wish i could

i don't miss people
i don't miss things
i'm unable to miss, this power to miss
but i do wonder what it brings...

i say sometimes
i missed you; i'm not sure why i lie
maybe coz, i think i would
if deep down; things were not this dry.

The corner guy.

he sits in the corner
and makes the corner; the center,
everyone's around him, and he doesn't even speak
just looks and makes faces and laughs
but when he opens his mouth
you can't see or think anything else;
even when you're not listening
you are still there, detached but stuck.

09/04/08

A beer bottle at the construction site
calling off an unresolved fight
risking the most important thing
i.e. my btp to have the moment's bling

old times coming back
new faces across the track
life, chocolate chipped muffinized
smoked and tossed and randomized

Unit personality.

There are so many people to whom i would seriously like to say.. you cannot measure apples and distance with the same units.. if you're out to judge people, you're gonna have to change your parameters according to their type..

Mood swings!!!

So long, i tried to uncover the mystery behind the swinging mood problem.. and now, i finally understand it..

its not like what i used to think, people don't have extreme mood changes just like that.. there is an explanation.. you see, we all leave some microscopic pieces of our current mood in our vicinity; and these pieces are free to roam, like ashes in the wind.. these mood ashes are all around you, in different shapes and sizes, and mostly co-exist with you without actually modifying your logical mood..

But then sometimes, you catch some other strong mood ash, of someone close bye, or may be some one far away but with a giant mood-ash throw up, or even maybe someone whose no longer around.. coz, as it is, people die but they leave behind their personal collection of mood-ashes in this world to ramble around and relive in someone else's thoughts, dreams and body...

So if probably i show wrong emotions at times, its not actually me to blame.. some shit-pot forgot to take his shit with him..

The simple truth...13

Life is so like a slate.. you write, you wipe; you draw, you wipe; you spit, you wipe...

I'm thinking...

i have been bugged by some questions, through most of my life; even today, whenever i'm sitting, i'm thinking about this stuff..

-why do we have exams?? the reason we have exams is to find out who is the brainy one; but the one with brains would know, that most of the information taught is useless to him.. and thus would always be selective in his remembering that information.. which means, he won't be performing that well, so why do we have exams..

-if there is an older dating younger thing; the older one (irrespective of male/female), is always the culprit, and younger always the victim..don't get it, why?

-i've always wondered, if i realized that i've only 24 hrs to live what i'd do.. i might want to go on a dream holiday; switzerland, or venice.. but then, am i not supposed to be spending my last hours with my family; but actually, i'd hate to waste even a second in the sob ceremony, which is impossible to prevent when with your family; so i might just run away with a stranger, have a nice time; come back in the last hour, say my final good byes.. and dhooshhhh!!!

-ppl bargain with sabziwallah, autowallah, dhoodwallah, akhbaarwallah; and these same ppl have no problem when they enter a branded show-room, in getting Rs. 1000 slate..

-life is so like a slate.. you write, you wipe; you draw you wipe; you spit you wipe.. in the end, what you have, is a dirty old slate, and a huge bill(for chalks)..

-if i try to find my bill, till now.. taking my daily food expenses to be 50/- average, i'm Rs. 3.8 lakh worth.. money on my education; something around 2.4 lakhs.. my maintenance cost; soap, shampoo, doctor, parlour, clothes, movies, trips etc. around 9-10 lakhs.. so right now, i have eaten up, around 17 lakhs; and for nothing.. i don't listen to the ppl who made all these payments all these years; and i might not even spend my last 24 hrs with them... some, unthankful creature i'm..

-if i start reading a lot of authors, it would improve my writing skills but i wouldn't be able to be unimpressed, and not copy any of their styles; so i will kind of loose the originality in the process...

-isn't everything we do, kind of working on this principle; that we are forcefully trying to loose the originality.. i think we all are actually just a mixture of all ppl we have met till date.. since there is such complex number and ratio problem of who we meet and who we become; we never realize that we aren't actually unique; just a mere variation in ratio.. like in alloys; the proportion changes everything..

Shri Raseela...

I have always been waiting to try bhaang... last year, used some crap stuff, with no effects at all; so this year overdosed.. there are many things i don't like about it:
it tastes like horse shit, not that i've tasted horse shit before; but i'm assuming it would be a fair comparison.. i had it with milk(full cream) and no sugar; so tasted even worse.. second; i don't understand why it is so slow... i mean i lost all hopes, and was sympathizing with myself saying, at least i had milk, if nothing else.. and then 2-3 hours later, the "feeling" jump starts..

If to be described fully, the "feeling" is a mixture of things.. there is clear rapid horizontal and vertical vibratory motion in all things in proximity.. you IQ becomes zero, u no longer understand how sentences break up into words... your feet after years of load lifting, suddenly give up; and you cannot stand straight, or look straight... in my case, my throat was parched dry and mind delusional.. i could have enjoyed this uneasiness, but i figured it was best to just sleep.. so kinda wasted a lot of special effects.. but i slept like a hog, for a very very long time.. and when i got up, things moved in a slow motion, seemed as if instead of blood, it was indolence running in my veins... i could actually feel small processes that take place and get neglected every day.. every muscle movement, small sounds, wind, everything....

and i also got to know, that bhaang is a herb.. "Cannabis sativa"; and its cheap, 2 bucks thats it... like the holi we played this time... pure mud, keechad and ghaas, and water(actually meant for the plants)... organic, wild and free.. nice holi, this was :))

The side look

She looked so indifferent
walked as if some other world
crashed today here
and she's lost
and she has lost

things worked around her
but didn't seem to exist
maybe a ghost
but she gave a side look
and thats all it took

the dead struggle
restarted and redied
the flame in her eyes
she didn't loose , didn't crack
today she got herself back.

Long Walks!!

I can safely announce that I love long walks... provided, the weather is cool; there's nice smooth breeze, and I've my Ipod on, or a really interesting company... and when I come to think of it, who wouldn't???... anyways, latter is better, coz I kind of have music as my savior through out the day, like in 764, or my way to JNU or between classes or climbing stairs etc...

Its funny I don't feel tired even after hours of such walks, and I can start panting in minutes if either the music or the company goes away... God!! this btp is making me so lame, what am I writing; I think my head is going dry.. Gone are the lush creative rain-forests!!!; all I have now, is dry drain.. I honestly, have nothing to write, but I am going to, coz I haven't in a really long time.. and now I'm done.

my btp.

For those who don't know, btp is B. Tech project, which engineering ppl have to sail before they finally pass out... like the last lap or something... bloody 8 credits worth... and mine is driving me nuts...

Its like, hardly 2 months of my college life is left, it really disappoints (plus distresses plus scares plus agonizes) me to be thinking about this project, and having the sun-bath on my way to JNU while i pursue it...

I know, its stupid to be doing it at JNU; well!! actually it made sense sometime back.. i thought it'll be exciting and something concrete to finish off the college.. but i think i missed out the fact that, it'll take every second of my few last days of my NSIT stay...

Can anyone tell me, why i everytime, take the axe out and fix it on the ground; and then throw my leg on it; and then hit it again with another axe :((((

Something strange..

different, but indifferent
divisive, but indecisive
has the guts, but lacks courage
melting into a crowd
but there is something strange,
that always stands out..

speaks less, but says more
eyes of a mind freak, still unexplored
lost without a reason, yet razor sharp
soulful, but acts like a jackass
that something strange
none other with that level of class..

research papers..

i hate them.. i cannot read them, trying to read makes me hate my life and jump into an ocean.. how can ppl be so cruelly boring and flat.. i must have done some brutal crimes in my past life, for these sufferings.

Types of energy.

Ya we all know about the scientific stuff, and obviously this isn't about that.. this is my take on types of energy..

One is "pissed-off energy", with which i'm literally oozing today.. this shit-hole said something to me, really trivial but i got all sparked up, and it all got channeled up in the game, in which for a change, i did okay-gud.. really powerful this energy is!!

And then theres this "nervous energy".. kind-of like a key characteristic, of people who are trying something for the first time, or something they're not good at.. they act so over-enthusiastic, sometimes even shaky, that they look ultra cute(these are mostly ppl who are otherwise used to being good at their own thing).. its something very vulnerable in the way they do the whole thing, that you can't stop adoring them!!

Ya one more.. "bull-shit energy".. kind of specific, in its domain; this energy gives people with "balloon ego" (that is ego without any basis, plain air), the power to misrepresent themselves in their own eyes.. they bullshit around, making others uncomfortable, so that they can get their fuel, and survive their empty, meaningless, untalented, insecure life... classic case of pulling someone down, to make yourself look tall.. and its almost amazing, how artlessly people do this!!

What else do we have.. i call this one "people energy".. its something like, you are able to do certain things when you're among certain group of people or may be just that one special person, whatever.. i think, what its based on, is your so much wanting to be impressive to that group, that you get this unknown force that drives your, otherwise lazy bums, to really prove yourself out there..

Last i remember, this one's "talk energy".. i've already mentioned somewhere in my blog, how powerful a good conversation can be.. this one goes out for that counseling, for that cheering, for that pep-talk that can make all the difference.. words if used wisely, can talk anyone into doing the unthinkable.. i think, that is why you really need friends, you need someone to reassure you about how good you're, and then you go nail that kick-ass game or interview or show or test or whatever..

Excruciating!!

I finally know what i hate the most about big gatherings, where you don't know anyone.. its the part, when they get excruciatingly monotonous.. and btw, this is officially an outburst, after i been to one such gathering tonight..

almost 50% of people there don't care to change their expressions or their positions, except when the food arrives.. its their face with their whole life story written on it, nothing separates them, all with same forced cheerfulness which vanishes away as the host turns, they sit in one corner guarded by their likes sulking inside, and trying to maintain a plain, composed face..

then there are some others... filled with some unforeseen energy from some secret moon of some secret planet.. i mean, they are sincerely putting a lot of effort to lift the spirit of the humdrum around; but they just look so out of place.. i can't understand how you connect to so many unconnected people, coz thats how most of them are.. looking at their watches, more often than they'd look at the carefully assembled arrangement or the slogged decoration; they're unconnected like skull and blackboard.. for them, this meant just banging their skulls against the board, which definitely changes nothing, except making them crankier as night passes..

and you would initially think that kids, would "save" you, from this pain of boredom; but you see, its only "initially" that they seem to do something interesting; then they also, like Bollywood directors start selling the same cake in different packs, and that doesn't remain cute for long..
so you keep looking around, in sheer hope of a face that is worth observing.. but BANG!! you eyed some aunty who now keeps staring or passing smiles at you, and you'd curse yourself for looking at her in the first place..

i really don't think i can survive anything like this, for a long time now.. had exercised all my brain energy tonight to try to remain awake there in that crowd of monotonous faces.. why can't they make this a rule; kind-of a reservation of 15% for people with interesting habits, who can help keep a gathering alive..

Things life has taught me...part 5(basketball spl.)

28. Always play, even when you're not doing anything.. somehow on-court witnessing has more action than off-court.

29. If you suck at the game... blame it on the basketball.

30. When it gets crazy on court, form a safety zone with your body.

31. Never ever let a dog/bitch come near to the ball, have already seen one ball die this way.

32. You might realize, you'll never get good at this game.. but thats no reason not to play.

33. Miracles do happen, so do flukes, just wait for your day.

34. When you get injured, try to get a lot of attention by screaming your lungs out; then suddenly act cool and say its okay.. at least thats what everyone else does!!

35. If its in.. its the right way to do it.

36. While checking, be violent, but don't look violent.. and say "Sorry" "My bad" generously.

37. Have fun, most important..

The magic.. the charm

A chain of events,
some memorable segments.
You seem to think that,
after an age of luck gone splat,
you revived "the charm".
but actually, just another false alarm..

Still terrible fortune
your best buddy, bless scorching afternoon!
Your white shirt still has crush on mud and eggs
and only banana, splits your legs.
And you are still the best man for,
your neighbourhood pigeon shit-pour..

And there you thought, that girl,
all so perfect, all so pearl.
Would turn the game upside down.
Would make you "MaN of the town".
And that its your "charm",
that flows in her watery eyes, like greenish hue from the farm..

The magic is, sometimes raw as rake
starts where all is planned, but seems like a fake
so that another guy
charmless, but still sly
won her over, with his scheming stunt
left you with just as much as grunt..

And again, you go hunting
not for the girl, but for the charm
Dude, wheres your fire-arm??
Use your head, forget the magic
If you really see, its only simple tricks..

Things life has taught me..part 4(mumbai spl)

19. Mumbai is NOT SAFE.. dont wear anything daring, otherwise get ready for comments which gets your ear-wax so ashamed, that it melts under pressure.

20. Don't wear your watch to a beach, even if its water-proof, coz its still not sink-proof. (Courtesy: Paawan)

21. Don't send your designs to IIT, Mumbai (they'll just cheat them as it is, and act cool)

22. Don't sleep in a train, esp. when mischievous friends (who are into face painting ) are around.

23. Mumbai local trains require you to be faster, smarter and stronger than you ever will be while in delhi.

24. Keep your fists closed and maintain the original pace when a bunch of street-dogs follow.

25. Always be nice to your fellow teams, you never know, when you need their safety pins, hair-pins etc.

26. Whenever there are more people around, there will be discussions, and discussions contradicting prev discussions, and discussions why we should be having discussions; and lastly, how we never needed any discussion..so either just be patient, or do your own thing.

27. Always play train games...sometimes you discover great things about yourself and others... all in a train journey!!!

flavour spoilt ;(

This is something I've noticed very recently, actually yesterday evening... see, i have been having the best of the time since exams got over, busy with one thing or another; Mumbai trip was like the best way to close the year..and even after that trip i've hardly stayed at home, always heading somewhere in the morning.. to sum up i was having a perfect time, no blots at all...

and then, yesterday evening i found out that my basketball got torn because an ass brought his bitch on basketball court; and it was like a huge sink for me...i really really got attached to my basketball, plus i was out of practice for this mood-spoiler kind-of thing...so when yesterday, suddenly a basketball hit my nose, i gave up...i mean i just burst out crying, was so embarrassing, but i balanced myself..

so this all got me thinking, that you can have a bucket full of good times, but even a spoonful of bad luck can turn the bucket water grey.. and its hard to imagine what the previous color was, after it all gets discolored..but i guess, the only thing you can do in this situation is, throw the water and start refilling the good times...