Not every road that we take, ends up at home

Not every road that we take, ends up at home ...Some how found a lot of meaning in this particular sentence...recently was reading some thing and i found that the author says this at the end of his write up...

I felt the author linked house to happiness and road to the things we choose, the path that we take..
Its just that I felt that the author wanted to say that not every decision that we make in life ends on a happier note..
We say that some times we are guided by our instincts...but not every think that we do based on our instinct end up giving good results..
Was really not sure about posting this. As I wasn't sure if everyone would see the same meaning as I did...asked some people but some replies..
.when i asked Swetzzz what she understood when i say" Not every road that we take ,ends up at home"
Her reply was typical of her..."yea true it mite end up at the neighbors door also..." she went on ahead telling well avi in UR case.."It mite also end up in the neighbors bedroom" grrrr [ok don't get funny idea…she said that as I am a very lazy person who likes to sleep a lot]

I found myself thinking too much over a certain given sentence...But though what the heck lets just post it and see what people think about it.

Some how I felt the main reason we as human being get affected to things which do not happen in our favor is that fact that we pin up our hopes so much on a particular thing so high that we are not ready to face the other side of it. And that is when we go back into our burrow and hide from world after the failure...

I feel it's that when we do something we should be prepared for both +ve and -ve outcomes. Only then we would be in a better position to tackle things...

But being prepared for the –ve doesn't not mean we should be totally pessimistic about it.


Ne ways do lemme know your thoughts toooooo :-)

Hopeless really?

Today I saw this particular cartoon and it reminded me of a incident Some days back I was online in the morning[i guess].i was talking to once of my friend when suddenly i said to her be rite back as i had to go for a bath..within few mins i was back online.And when i buzzed her sayin i was back she was amused..
This is how the conversation started after that
Friend: tera bath hogaya?
Me: Yes
Friend: Itna jaldi
Me :so wat?
Friend: Kya tu sirf legs wash karke aya kya...And there ,she started about how guys are soo hopeless and how unhygienic guys are...all that time i was laughing at the expressions she gave through chat hahah ne ways hope u GUYS njoyed this cartoon...

I DUNT WANT TO GO.... (now n then)

The days we guys stepped our foot in college we were really excited. The main reason for it was I guess the independence that we would get…or may be the fact that we wont have to wear uniforms….rite????

Well whom am kidding…I was excited for the fact there would be hot chicks

all around :-P huhauhauhaua

Ne ways college did bring us one very important thing the freedom to choose if we wanted to attend the lecture or not…We would go to college but hardly would attend the college..

Today I reached college just took a glance inside the class saw just 2 people sitting inside the class…something told me to chuck class today and there I was pushing outta college…

But I do remember once incident that took place long back when I dint actually have that decision making power. It was when I was in 1^rd grade…I was very naughty that time …[I have indeed mellowed down a lot now]

Any ways during that time Mom Dad use to go to work and I use to have class in the afternoon. So Mum use to pack a Tiffin for my afternoon lunch and keep all my bag ,uniform etc ready so that I could eat and dress and rush to school…

That specific day somehow I dint want to go to school…so there I was thinking what reason to give so that I could bunk class…Thinking thinking It struck me…It was my wicked brain which came to my rescue…Simple. I just hid my uniform under the bed and though would give the reason saying there was no uniform to wear..[Who would blame me for that]

So there I was sitting nicely near the door waiting for Mum to arrive…No sooner she saw me at the door she asked me why dint I go to class…I made the cutest face possible and told her "NO UNIFORM"...I was standing there very happy inside As I was sure That this idea would work… I was wrong. I guess I was transparent as a cellophane tape she could make it that I was telling a lie ……My mum took me inside and started searching for the uniform…I told her that class has already started and there is no use searching for uniform now…But mum had some thing else in mind…Suddenly she looked at the bed and found A lump under the bed…and Bang She knew that the uniform was hidden there…minutes later I was standing near the school, gate waiting for the peon to lift me and take me to my class L.

The picture of the day is still clear in my mind…And when I am sitting now and thinking about it it just brings a smile on my face

I'm This.. I'm That... I'm Tagged!

Tagging...have seen a lot of this in my fellow bloggers post...always wonder wat it exactly is...been new to the blogging world dint have much idea ...but as time passed got a hang to it[well thats wat i think...]

Then sometime back Sach tagged me...was really excited to see my first tag only to get disappointed..as the topic on which tagged me wasn't my type...really got dejected but. Sachi hope u dint mind when i couldn't post on ur topic.....today swats tagged me...and it was something which i could put my thoughts on...

This one goes something like this "you just have to put down 2 extreme qualities of you which juxtapose each other... "

Well, these are 2 extremely eccentric Facts about me

1. Sketching: I am not one of those who likes to brag about myself....but in this post I will have to talk about it..it was 5 grade when i got my first prize for drawing...I guesss at that time it was just a fluke...It was when I got into my BMS i really started sketching...getting books,papers cutting and sketching what ever i though i could do...as time passed I really became good at it....even my friends asked me to sketch their snaps...when free i always log on to flickr and take some portraits and sketch them....Over a period of 5 years i have made around 50 to 60 sketches....and i always strive to go one step ahead and work on my work.Some of my best work are below.You can see the flick link on the side bar for more skecthes




2. Handwriting: OK this is something which i am really tired of listing...."how come your handwriting is so bad when you sketch so well" I have seen this other people who sketch and their handwriting is really good..
Wont put the snap of my hand writing here..as don't want to hear the same from you..Not even once have i tried to improve my hand writing...my mum being a teacher always use to wonder how my teachers would understand my handwriting in the exams...i use to say"that the catch just to avoid reading my handwriting they give me good marks" :-P
Give this kid a little breathing space...so wat if my hand writing is not good...its not end of the world[though it was end of the world for all the professor who death with my answer papers].

Well this is the anti-to-each-other-qualities that i have....

- Tag your friends at the end...
So here I am tagging
Shwetha
MEZ
Alok
Sach

Simply BOB

Bob works hard at the plant and spends two nights each week bowling and plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks he's pushing himself too hard, So for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, 'Hey, Bob! How ya doin?'

His wife is puzzled And asks if he's been to this club before.

'Oh no,' says Bob. 'He's in my bowling league.

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he'd like his usual. And brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, 'How did she know that you drink Budweiser?'

'I recognize her, she's the waitress from the golf club. I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.'

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,
'Hi Bob Want your usual table dance, big boy?'

Bob's wife, now furious, Grabs her purse and storms out of the club. Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.
Before she can slam the door, He jumps in beside her.
Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else,
But his wife is having none of it .
She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs,
Calling him every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says,
'Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.'

'BOB's funeral will be on Friday.