My vision

I see better when my eyes are closed.

With Respect to Every Faith - God???

Absence of evidence is evidence of absence.

Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.

Pray, and all your sins are hooked upon the sky.
Pray, and the heathen lie will disappear.
Prayers, they hide the saddest views,
Believing the strangest things, Loving the alien.

An atheist is a man who has no invisible means of support.

To think is to differ.gullibility + arrogance = Unshakable faith = −common sense

The first Virus attact on me

I am not talking about any pencilin virus or a viral fever attack. Its much more dangerous and consuming than one can ever imagine. It's the online viral campaign attack and I am not any ones target nor did I get addicted to any online viral thing. I got into the making of it.

Yea..to enhance your understandings, all those funny clips you saw about makkad man or Sholay or hillarious videos being forwarded by your friends are called virals. Because they get spread themsevles from one person to the other without any effort from the promoter.

I wont disclose the brand, but our team was supposed ti create a viral on a phone. And I was one of the team members who was given responsibility of inventing an idea for the viral. The viral really took on all of us. We were thinking like M..A..D on the ideas. And as it was my first of a kind assignment, it really creapt into me to give a great idea to my TL.

Everytime I gave an idea, there was something missing in it. But you know I had heard the story of the spider who tried a hundred times to climb and finally could make it. My mind kept doing some serious gymnastics, especially on the points suggested by the TL.

After rounds of meetings and discussions, now the things were doing better, finally I heard "good attempt" from his mouth. "aaahhhhh...what a great relief". That gave me enough strength to put my wildest of thaughts on paper and present him every they clicked on my mind. I must apprectaite my TL's patience to lend an ear to every idea I had narrated him. God knows how he bears with my ideas???

Although the ideas were not good enough to be sent to the client, I heard some unheard appreciation for my efforts and sleep less nights that I spent during this period of 12 days. And Volia.....!!! finally....one story got selected on a pre developed idea and was sent to the client.

Still waiting for an approval, but I am satisfied with my efforts as I know I have given more then 100% to this new challange.

Soak Yourself in memories

memories...the only treasure after Education that no one take away from you. Just a couple of days back on the weekend, when I was watching Indian Idol, A participant sang the song, "phoolon ka taaron ka sabka kehna hai..."

What should I call myself, an emotional sister who remembered her brother who has settled peacefully in Australia about an year back. Just remembered all the cat fights and hooblaboo we used to create for our Mother.

He used to pull my cheeks and threatened to cut them with a knife. And I always used to angry with him. then he used to sing the song to convince me. Ofcourse with the intervention of my mother to end the third world war from being germinating in the house.

I still dont get overt emotional while talking about my brother to anyone and anybody. But I dont know ahy this song scratches all the emotions out of me. I am known to be a tough person in the family who doesnt show her emotions too often.

And when I think of my brother, I automatically remember my sister in law who braught a fresh air of life in our family. Today I miss my bhabhi and brother like any other sister on earth and wish them all the best for their life. The memories are always there to chrerish how far you go...they keep you in touch.

What if Every Keyboard key produced a sound?

I know thats silly, but isn't it exciting. But image while you are on your workstation and every key produces a different sound on being pressed. The first thing that came to my mind was that your typing speed will become public.!

I leave the rest to your imagination. Do share what your thoughts on the topic.

Come Closer... Why?

Why do we sit close to someone? Any guesses, just a thought that caught my fancy in the evening, when I was dangling from my balcony viewing activity in the locality garden. As all the seats were occupied, a mother and daughter had to sit on two different benches. As soon as the seat, next to the daughter vacated , the mother pounced upon the seat and sat closer to the daughter.

What I understand from this very common expression, that we donot want to be far away from our loved ones. Sitting closer or touching each other is not just a physical emotion, the emotion is seated deep inside our hearts and is well directed by the brain.

When we sit with a stranger, we try not to get too close to him. Well, As a woman, I believe all the other women feel same, can't say same about Men. That's because we are not familiar with the person and have no relation to each other. Every one has a comfort level of getting close to each other (not intruding the aspect of two lovers), but I feel that I am most comfortable with the ones whom I know for a longer period and have a good rapport with.

Depends on person to person.