07 oct 07

i msged a msg
1.wat is best in me?Ans-
2.wat is bad in me?A-
3.why u hav saved my name in ur cell?A-
4.i am ur?A-
5.i am just like a?A-
6.wat u wish 4 me?
well though i ricieved many answers but some of the special answer frm spl onessssssssss
Kancha's answer
1.nature+frank wys+lovin n carin+confidnce
2.writing
3.hv savd ur surnme haha
4.carin frnd who rekindle d spirit
5.nectar collectd by bees
6.may u gt wt u dsire

Lees answer
1.wat is best in me?Ans-ur caring attitude.
2.wat is bad in me?A-khuda ki kasam bahut zehan doraya per kuch nahin samajh aaya.
3.why u hav saved my name in ur cell?A-Coz I like teasing u through my sms(iske baad woh jazbati ho gayi thi isliye aage ke answer omit kar raha hun)

Gupta ji
1.wat is best in me?Ans-ur simplicity n originality
2.wat is bad in me?A-smtimes aggressivenes
3.why u hav saved my name in ur cell?A-kyoki tumhara no. Hai hehehe
4.i am ur?A-spl fren
5.i am just like a?A-tum kisi ke jaise nahi tum alag ho
6.wat u wish 4 me?-loads of happines,money,love,succes etc.Etc










well i knw what r u thinkin i m such a narcist
hehehehhehehehehe

27 sep 07

Ones name is ones identity .people know me by my name the 6 letter word which is everything i am rather which is everything i am expected of.................my parenst naemd me after thinkin a while ....(everyoen does it )and they gaev me a name which i am carrying for pst 22 years ....my very identity is not my own it is given by my parents and i am to be the way the name tells me toooooooooooo..............................

25 sep 07

well you are here due to two reasons 1>.>>>>you know me very dearly or know me by orkut and are eager to peep in my profile..... that is too know whats the buzz and whats going in my life then for you my earnest answer is every second of it is so gr8 that i want to design each moment of it !!!!! so that i can njoy it more.......but unfortunately i cannot do it as i am also a mere human being who is in ur faternity and we knw that life is not that flexible............so i m njoying the fortunates and unfortunates of life with gesture of warriors ........2>>>>u are the ones who are in this profile as either u were surfing u did see my dp or my scrap in someones profile and just got HERE and now u r redaing this crap ......well for u .........................................what can i say its upto u ,,u want to add me and increse my number of friends or just leave it then i willl have ur name in my recent vistors and will see ur profile and we both will forget ...........so instead i give a better idea just leave me """HI""" and we can then discuss thingswell u can also be here as i was to ur profile same follows the reasons which i wrote for myslf........................

21 sep 07

well this life screws u in every possible way it can .....this society conditions u in every aspect ...........they tell u how to do and what to do.... this entire society funda is to deter ur individualism and let u be part of what they are.... what they think u are.........so if u r also tired of this fuckin shit...........then come over it an do what ur grey cells say..........if they exist........instead of listening to society crap and media shit.............

Milan Kundera - Immortality"If you put the pictures of two different faces side by side, your eye is struck by everything that makes one different from the other, but if you have two hundred and twenty-three faces side by side, you suddenly realize that it's all just one face in many variations and that no such thing as an individual ever existed... Just imagine living in a world without mirrors. You'd dream about your face and imagine it as an outer reflection of what is inside you. And then, when you reached forty, someone put a mirror before you for the first time in your life. Imagine your fright! You'd see the face of a stranger. And you'd know quite clearly what you are unable to grasp: your face is not you... We got our names too, merely by accident. We don't know when our name came into being or how some distant ancestor acquired it. We don't understand our name at all, we don't know its history, and yet we bear it with exalted fidelity, we merge with it, we are ridiculously proud of it as if we had thought it up ourselves in a moment of brilliant inspiration. A face is like a name. It must have happened some time toward the end of my childhood: I kept looking in the mirror for such a long time that I finally believed that what I was seeing was myself. My recollection of this period is very vague, but I know that the discovery of the self must have been intoxicating. Yet there comes a time when you stand in front of a mirror and ask yourself: this is my self? And why? Why did I want to identify with this? What do I care about this face? And at that moment everything starts to crumble."