In pursuit of Happiness....

The movie is an almost true depiction of the life of Christopher Gardner with certain liberties being taken about his life with his girlfriend. It delivers the essence of what has been Christopher's life without depressing you with any sad moments . His being a father and struggling without a shelter over his head should inspire millions if not the world. Its not an easy job spending time in public toilets and raising a son to face this world. Simple words like "your a great papa", "Protect your dreams-don't let anyone tell you that you cant fulfill them" are a great connotation in today's world too.

Thomas Jefferson's words "In pursuit of happiness" as a part of the Declaration of Independence ring a bell. Happiness isn't a permanent state of mind. Its a constant struggle of mankind to go after what it aspires. You can be happy with a lot of life's simple pleasures- and you can be unhappy with all of its luxuries. The true essence of happiness can perhaps only be captured when the mind is open to accepting whatever life offers. That doesn't mean one cant/shouldn't dream. But accepting the hardships while you work towards the attainment of that dream is the real pursuit of happiness!

"All you can do in life is try to solve the problem in front of you!"-Its really that SIMPLE!

Love n Jealousy?

I read a friend's post in the morning and have been thinking about it ever since.According to him, you can get jealous of those you love alone and that if jealousy is a useless emotion, so is love-for that's exactly where the jealousy stems from! True?? I disagree. For simply enough- Jealousy is a vile emotion and a negative influence for the thought process It has absolutely no link with love. Love is simply pure and if its not- You have to know that it wouldn't be love!
When you love someone- if you give them enough space they'll reciprocate and its fine even if they don't. That's because you chose to love the person.NO one held a gun to your head for that!
When i think of love- there's one beautifully pictured song that comes to my mind instantly and reminds me of why love and jealousy are not two sides of the same coin.
The song is Tumse hi from the movie Jab We Met. The song shows a guy who really loves the girl. but she's promised herself to someone else. He imagines her presence everywhere and knows he cannot have her. Painful? It should have been- but its not. And that is because he loves her. He knows he wont have her for life- he still loves her. Her memory is enough to get him through his bleakest moments. That's the purity of the emotion.
Ofcourse, you might turn around and say,"hah! that's a movie- doesn't work in real life".To that it may be true or not. But what i do believe in for sure is, your heart is like a expandable sack, It grows as you love!:)

Exams....

Instead of studyin fr todays ppr..i was busy doin sum calculations yesterda... n i'v jst realized dat in a span of two years i'v given almost 50 pprs! wudja blieve it?? 50 fuckin pprs.....arnd 20 of which hav been full fledged....bt all i cn remember is wrkin hard fr jst a few of dem...jst lik say abt 3-4...n d rest hav been attempts at diggin into d well of knwledge!:P....hahahaha...neway d reason i decided to post dis...is i had jst finished writin my ppr..n was quite pleased wid wat i'd written dere... so i came out...nt delirious bt definitely glad...n den comes one of my classmates...she askd me hw my ppr was...i tld her d absolute truth...it was nice..(i did bungle sum stuff in dere!)...her reply to same question was...its was bad ya! I lost it!!! y?? coz....dis is d same person who's topped class thruought our years in college...i do NOT grudge her dat...bt everytym u ask d question...D ppr was horrible ya!:P....n she gets a 90 percent in d same ppr...so fr fuck's sake...stp takin me fr a dimwitted moron...tell me dat ur ppr was nice...i'l believe it...bt dnt insult my intelligence by callin it bad!! n to d others who do dis..pls....walk arnd sayin my ppr was bad..n den define bad n say dat its nt gettin 51/50!

Boredom

Defined by Fischer as-"an unpleasant, transient affective state in which d individual feels a pervasive lack of interest in and difficulty concentrating on the current activity".
how true.... fr sum1 who doesnt open their books unless exams r breathin down my neck... i'v been sooo bored today as i write dis dat i was learnin sumthin dat didnt even hav a connection to my current syllabus...nw sum ppl mite think well learnin is learnin n it dnt matter wat its abt..bt shdn't i hav been more responsible n studied the current syllabus? n i dnt even knw why am writin dis blog coz its nt gonna make sense..bt i felt lik my mind needed to crap sumthin...so dat was dat..n nw it wud be amazin if i jst went off to bed!
P.S...ashish's blog-d link fr which u cn find thru naeem's profile has quite a good recent post...take a read on..

feelin weird...

alll good things in life come to an end...n so has coll fr my seniors...i gt acquainted wid dem fr purely selfish reasons...bt they'v turned out to b d greatest pals ever...my usual day in coll starts wid knwin their timetable...wen dey will b free fr us to catch up n hw we'l gang up on msn on sum poor un-suspecting chap...n laff our heads off.....n tho most of d frndshp will still b dere....(m plannin to preserve it all...) i'l still hav a shock once am donnin d senior mantle.... there'l b no i wud look upto in coll...no meetin dem outside in corridors...no more crackin pjs'...no bitchin abt d profs....no more of a lot of things...n soon dat too shall pass.....coll life wud end fr me as well.... n all tht wud b left bac..is sum memories...m jst grateful they'r awesum:)

I was at dadar stn recently...n it looked like a town built into itself...am sure d entire town of blackburn is not as populated as dadar stn is even at 2.30 in d afternoon...i mean dnt ppl usually nap?? n mayb dats d beauty of dis beautiful city i call home-MUMBAI....i loved it wen it was Bombay...n to me it will always remain...Bombay...its a bit difficult fr me to connect with the wrd Mumbai...Bombay- a city of dreams...a city fr every1...a city where u have d elitists n d poor...n all jst mesh into the fabric that this city weaves day in n day out.. bomb-blasts seem to have lost their effect on this city..is it because of apathy towards those who'v been affected or because we believe life has to move on?? i choose to believe its the latter coz i'v seen ppl on the road help out each other durin d floods...n hav been there to pick up those falling into ditches...the whole political issue with the ppl from other parts of this country wantin to reside here...is absolutely baseless...for if u cnt move about freely within ur own country of birth...d whole point of freedom is lost...n yet everyday..bby still welcomes so many ppl with open arms...sum make a life ala King Khan n sum jst dissappear into d crwd...At the end of the day...d city gives u bac wat u give it...so Salaam Bombay...there wnt b a home like u..nt nw...nt ever:)

ok...am gonna follow my guru into dis wrld of bloggin...n i'v recently discovered dat i cud write pretty decently..since i'v been completing assgnmnts fr BMM students...neat huh?? so am hopin i cn conncet wid the wrld- those publishers, editors..w.e...n who knws i mite bcome dis huge(metaphorically ofc) writer....so World Of Blogs...here i come!!