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To the HERO, Living Strong

24 Aug

USADA to strip Lance Armstrong of 7 Tour Titles: Are you KIDDING?

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Living strong

Excerpts: http://sports.yahoo.com/news/usada-strip-lance-armstrong-7-tour-titles-031949504–spt.html

“There comes a point in every man’s life when he has to say, ‘Enough is enough.’ For me, that time is now,” Armstrong said. He called the USADA investigation an “unconstitutional witch hunt.”

“I have been dealing with claims that I cheated and had an unfair advantage in winning my seven Tours since 1999,” he said. “The toll this has taken on my family and my work for our foundation and on me leads me to where I am today — finished with this nonsense.”

Well, whether USADA or any other ASSada may allege/ accuse or strip those titles, LANCE ARMSTRONG is a hero, a super-hero who’s taught us all to LIVE STRONG.

Either we have our unsung heroes – who we lament about in retrospect [read regret] – or we try to crush the heroes who we have sung for… As I see it – First you are a nobody –> you struggle your A off –> maybe become somebody [after all] –> “they” take away everything –> allege and accuse you [don’t even know what that word signifies] until you become “nobody” again… :sighs:

5 Feel-alive

22 Aug

Life gets so monotonous at times that I dread calling it living. I dare not call myself dead either – because I am a breathing being until the day/ night when the elementary routine of breathing in and out ceases…

There are few things that push me to the edge, however, and remind me “Hey, I may be living…. after all”  These are simple things, really simple ones. I’m not an adrenaline junkie so I don’t go to extremes and these simple everyday things do make me feel alive.

I wanted to post Celine Dion’s “Alive” video but I’m a technically-challenged cave-girl.

My 5 feel-alive:

1. Hunger: I don’t feel hungry often…

Like the many slips between the cup and the lips – many treats slip through my lips and obviously and obliviously, both, I’m snacking on some fries and deep-fries… Until one day when I begin noticing all my normal tops have morphed into figure-hugging ones. The binge-eating stops and I go back to 3.5 meals a day.

Then comes a time when I don’t have time to eat. So I skip breakfast and then run the errands to realise I’m broke and i can’t afford to get a quick bite. So I come back home famished and all burned out – open the fridge and gasp in shock at :NOTHING: The rumbling stomach bellows, roars and thunders – I’m exasperated, devastated. But I manage to crack a smile – because at that very point I do feel *alive*. I don’t know how or why…. but just then is when I “Feel Alive”.

2. Anger: The rage that boils inside threatening to erupt like a volcano – stays put. I get angry at times, so angry that the blood boils beyond the boiling point. I want to shoot-at-sight people who are responsible for it. I picture the most sadistic torture for these people and it enrages me more to know that all I can do is IMAGINE slapping them, twisting them until their bones snap. And then I laugh out loud – a split-second before the volcano erupts – for at this moment, too, I feel alive.

3. Slumber: Sleeping and sleep-induced dreaming make me feel alive too. Running all day from one end to the other to make both ends meet, at the end of the day I like to lie down on my IKEA couch bed – worn out, yet loved, despite the springs inside which poke me like crazy  – and fall asleep, just like that. The dream that ensues brings about the feel-more-alive feel.

4. Heartbreak: When my heart gets broken – obviously because the expectations were never lived up to – I break down. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a Shakespearean kind of tragedy – or even a failed romance. My heart gets broken a lot because I wear my heart on my sleeves and I am a proud owner of rose coloured glasses. As I cry rivers and oceans for yet another broken heart, the little voice inside my head merges into a mirth – for even then I feel strangely alive.

5. A cold shower: I wear this as a medallion. No matter how chilly the weather , I can stand under the jet of a cold shower. In my friends’ circle, this is how I may have become a legend. When that first few icy cold drops hit my warm unprepared [no matter what] body –> I do let out a sigh, I hold my breath, the teeth start clattering, the hands tremble and I feel alive, completely.

I know I can…

All the pointers were rhyming except the *Heartbreak* [right in the middle of nowhere ~ without the “er”]. Hunger, Anger, Slumber and Shower [even]… Heartbreak may sound like no rhyme or reason, but it isn’t and also please note that I have successfully resisted the temptation to write *Heart breaker*.

Photo Courtesy:

http://moonfox1781.deviantart.com/art/I-m-Alive-165538213

http://www.proprofs.com/flashcards/cardshowall.php?title=vocabulary-words–hungry-spider–turtle

http://www.southbaytreatment.com/anger-management

http://itshouldbetumbler.tumblr.com/

http://www.jaradite.com/thoughts_december2002.html

Ecstasy

21 Aug

ECSTASY

I said, “Let’s have some fun”

“Go, kill the killjoy first”

She said.

My Lady Gaga moment !!!

9 Drafts and counting…

21 Aug

I can spell dry –

DEE

ARE

WHY.

No, I’m not going through a dry spell – I have 9 droughts drafts to prove that.

 

Alright, alright –> it does look like a dry spell. But I’m not going through a writer’s block, I still have the 9 drafts.

 

 

Dry spell image source

blocks image source

RigHt HeRe

20 Aug

Right Here

Like in this picture i hold-
(evokes, evades and eludes)

Will you still be there,
when I have rounded the earth
when I have worn out
when I have exhausted?

When I return.
Will you dance with me
to the tunes we have danced before?
Will there be lights?

When the sun sets;
of the stars and the moon
or the green and the red
glittering and swaying,
will I find you here?

Even if you may have changed –
you may have a different name
a different face,
you may be just a new you,
the same you
or a different you.

I know you will be there
holding my hands
dancing to the tunes I’d danced before,
under the starlit sky
beneath the bright neons.
Whether I know you now
or if i’ll know you later,
I know you will be there.
I know you will be here.

Image Resource: Slow Dance

5 deeds I did… today

14 Aug

I always DO deeds. Unfortunately and because I’m going through a very creative phase alongside this incorrigible writer’s block, I’ve decided not to get carried away into not posting anything. Hence, presenting a journal-look-alike and a journal-feel-alike post with 5 deeds of no particular importance and in no particular order.

If you like it without reading it then *Like* it. If you like it after reading it, *Like* it for sure. If you don’t like it without reading it, *Like* it anyway. If you don’t like it after reading it then just leave a comment for motivation’s sake.

First Deed: Repent

I opened my fridge and found out that the yogurt had gone bad. I really wish yogurt were honey, instead [honey never goes bad, just like me]. To make up for my loss, I bing’d the usage of yogurt gone bad. Sadly, there is none. Then I bing’d some more “What happens if I eat yogurt gone bad?” The 144,000,000 results were all highly discouraging.

No, that’s not the picture of my yogurt-gone-bad. I haven’t mentioned clicking its picture now, have I? Duh!!

That’s not my yogurt

Second Deed: Appreciate

I clicked *Freshly Pressed* almost 300 times but didn’t go through any of the blogs featured there. Exception –> The Screenplay: Preparaion, *Like*d the post once into the blog “Paper, Paint and Pixie Dust”  I decided to *Follow* her.  Then I went on to some blogs I had bookmarked a week back and *Follow*ed almost all of them. I couldn’t remember why or how I’d happened to bookmark their blogs but it was totally worth it.

Third Deed: Endeavor

Wrote a lot for the blog. Like a 3-line haiku about the first deed [sounded ridiculous and looked ridiculous too with Gael Garcia Bernal’s face in the backdrop]. Like a post on how difficult it is to live a single life when you are single, blonde and HOT like hell [I couldn’t relate to the post because I maybe single but I’m neither blonde nor HOT like hell]. Like an inspired post from the previous post that never saw the light at the end of the publishing-tunnel – it was about an ugly duckling [bing’d lots of facts about duckling that I lost the very purpose as to why I started to write that post, in the first place].

Fourth Deed: Acknowledge

I received yet another *award* from Innamazing. She has ONE LOVELY BLOG and it takes you OR rather transfers you to another world. I’ll try to do her justice, in every way I can, by being deserving of the award.Today being the *single-writer’s-block* day, I am forced to use the “Future Tense” i.e. I WILL try to do justice…..

Fifth Deed: Multiply

JOY to multiply

While growing up and going through slambooks, I used to find this line almost on every alternate page  –> Life’s like mathematics: Friends to add, enemies to subtract, sorrow to divide and joys to multiply. And that multiplication brings me to the 5th and final deed I did today.

I offered a present [right off the shelf] to a total stranger for his 44th birthday. I found it out obviously because a little bird told one other person and I happened to overhear. He was shocked. This is exactly what I did. I grabbed a bottle, took it to him and said “Happy Birthday, the drink’s on the house” and I walked away [trembling like hell].

Image source:

http://www.helladelicious.com/diy/2010/08/examples-of-bad-food/attachment/badyogurt2-2/

http://www.amazon.com/Subtract-Multiply-Italian-Pendant-Necklace/dp/B004A7E5EG

On a Day Like This [an unanticipated sequel]

13 Aug

I mean who’d have thought I’d be waking up to an award after a day like /on-a-day-like-this/ By the way before my morning green-tea coffee [coffee sounds better], I wordpress – I know I’m a loser but what the heck.

Anywhoa, I did get the Reader Appreciation award courtesy *the best blogger in town* Ms. The Lunatic …and I woke up *wide awake* happier… [I’ve never NEVER ever won anything my entire life, not even a flipping *scrabble* match and it almost became a little difficult to accept it at first]

…and it was then that I realised I wasn’t ready with my acceptance speech.

Well so I began working on the rules [there are some rules]: for details please visit my previous post —> /the-reader-appreciation-award/ Working on the rules gave birth to my 41st post which got a *Like* even before I had time to get a look at my own post – post publishing. Sky was beginning to be the limit for my sky-rocketing happiness.

However, the most important part of it all is how unprepared I was. I mean I grew up with Award-fantasies be it the Oscars or the Golden Globe or the BAFTA or the Grammy… Mind you, it wasn’t necessarily because I was working towards any of those awards but because I loved the “acceptance speeches”. So my award-fantasies were actually about the speeches and not merely the awards. And when the part came where I had to “show appreciation to the blogger who awarded you”… my ultimate-fantasy come true… to speak out the words like “I’d like to thank my mom and dad…..”  The words didn’t come out… I was completely floored with overwhelm-ation… If you think I’m making a fuss about nothing, well you didn’t see me sweat on my keyboard and stare at the screen for H.O.U.R.S.

At the end of the day, it was nice to wake up to a day like this immediately after a day not-quite like this. That makes me live the single LIFE. The unpredictability of unbalanced depression, delusion and delight.

Image Source: http://robertadeiana.ifunnyblog.com/awardacceptancespeeches/

P.S. A speech in time saves nine (hours of staring at your laptop’s screen) 😀 😉 😉

oN a dAY liKE tHIS

12 Aug

on a [SAD] day like this

On a day like this, when I wake up I want to go right back to sleep. There was a time when I looked forward to Sundays so much that I couldn’t even sleep the previous night. Sleeplessness is still there but the reason has changed from anticipation to anxiety.

On a day like this, I look out for a greener pasture. Maybe, if I weren’t *single*…..

 

On a day like this, I remember one of my buddies who got married at 17. We all, i.e. her friends, knew it was a disaster. We were wrong. She was married to a gem of a person. 5 years later, she thought we were actually right. It came as a BIG shock for us, the friends. At 23 she filed for a divorce. As soon as the divorce got through – practically on the same day – she got married again. She didn’t live a single life even for a day. Apparently she could no longer be happy with a Gem of a person, she moved to metal – a platinum of a person. We all, i.e. her friends, didn’t know what it was. We were in a shock and aftershock simultaneously.

 
She confessed to us, the friends, how much she loved Platinum and how real it was. We, the friends, agreed later when we realised how happy she was with Platinum. My friend in context is more like “Mary” from “There’s Something About Mary” [She attracts men like flies]. She confessed [more discreetly this time] to me, the friend, about getting into the second marriage way too quick. I resisted the urge to say “I told you so.”

 

 

On a day like this, I remember her second confession. Her second confession had a hint of  “If only I were single….” but obviously nowhere did it mean “I’m sad I’m married”.

On a day like this, I know no matter what we are, where we are, who we are, we do linger on the “What ifs….”. Not only because we are sad but also because the grass may always look greener on the other side.

 

Image Source:

http://s63.photobucket.com/albums/h127/kmlander247/?action=view¤t=sad-sad-kitty.jpg&newest=1

 http://www.kinoshot.ru/film/melodrama/page/5/

http://www.demotivation.us/the-grass-is-always-greener-1258824.html

Victory

12 Aug

VICTORY

 

Image Source: I clicked this picture off a billboard few years back. My apologies as I was silly enough [or rather overwhelmed enough] to have completely ignored the source. I saw this picture and lost complete sense of everything else. I can still feel the effect this picture had on me, then. [N.B. the words are mine.]

 

funny 5

11 Aug

Laughter is the best medicine. Even if it’s not, what am I supposed to do? Anywhoa, it’s not very easy to crack me up… that’s a warning. However, some jokes I’ve read/ heard in the past have got stuck and I recite these at every opportunity. I’d love to share them with you. Here they are ——>

These 5 JOKES  have always CRACKED ME UP, when I’m down and also when I’m not down.

Jokes No. 1 and 2

I read this in Reader’s Digest a long long back. It’s just got stuck.

Conversation between a Grandma and a little girl (of 4 I guess)

Girl: I know the v-word and the F-word.

Grammy: [trying to hide the shock] So what is it?

Girl: The v-word is vomit.

Grammy: [relieved] What’s the F-word then?

Girl: Frow up.

Isn’t it just awwwwww-some???

…Another one from RD again

A prisoner digging his way out of prison finds himself in a children’s playground. He looks around and is simply happy as a camper. He starts yelling “I’m Free, I’m Free”

A little girl looks at him [puzzled] and says “So what?? I’m four.”

Awwsome again, I know.

Joke No. 3

Powerful motivational-speaker: “Most of  my wonderful years were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn’t my wife…”  The audience gasped. “She was my mom,” he added.

One man in the audience tried to copy this at home.

Man to his wife: “Most of my wonderful years were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn’t my wife…” He forgot the rest. “I can’t remember who it was,” he added.

He didn’t see his wife on the first day. Neither could he see her on the second day nor the third. Finally on the fourth day, he could see his wife through the corner of his swollen-eyes lying on the hospital bed.

Joke No. 4

Q. Why do some people prefer BMW to Chevrolet?

A.  Because they can spell it.

Joke No. 5

Once upon a time, there was a “truth” Mirror. This mirror had magical power. If anyone told a lie while looking into this mirror, that person would vanish into thin air.

One day Kirsten Stewart stood in front of this mirror and said “I think I didn’t cheat on R’Patt.” Poof! She vanished. [don’t we wish]

Next came R’Patt [wow! what luck!!], he said –> “I think I look better than Taylor Lautner”. Poof! He joined his ex.

Then walked in Kim Kardashian, “I think….” Poof!

i DO NOT like adult jokes or is it the “dirty” jokes… If you’ve got one/ two or more…. do share [CLEAN ONES ONLY *puh-leeeeez*].

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