Age is the number and mine is unlisted. HB2Me

I seem to have been rather slow at the blogging thing recently, but one thing that I feel deserves a blog entry is my Birthday (11th Nov).
When the spotlight shines on the birthday person: I used to feel self conscious about all this attention, and now I’ve learned to enjoy it.
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
On this special day of mine, I have some personal reflections for the year:
** A birthday is a time to take stock of my own life.
** I reflect on all the friends and relationships I have made, formed and renewed for the past year.
** I remember the events, happenings and people that have influenced me to help me become who I am.
** It’s also a time to literally and figuratively “smell the roses”.



My Birthday! What a different sound
That word had in my youthful ears;
And how each time the day comes round,
Less and less white its mark appears.


As Oprah Winfrey says - The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate.

Age is the number and mine is unlisted.
Though I pass the phase of life & cover the journey of life, some days I don’t remember when I slept while the fight of inner voices was on…
All I have learnt in my experience of life with my weakness is:

1. Smile at your problems
2. Learn from experience
3. Help your self

As I turn the pages of life getting a year older, I just want to figure out what to hope for. And the most I can do is live inside that hope.

Happy Birthday to me.. Celebrations are on.. Join the party :)

PS: I couldn’t wear my new pair of clothes to office :(
PPS: Whether I like it or not…all these seem to be just a faction of my deranged mind
PPPS: Hope my Birthday gently breezes all the choicest of things and all that my heart holds dear

..that he lay down his life for his…

In a world of tension and breakdown it is necessary for there to be those who seek to integrate their inner lives not by avoiding anguish and running away from problems, but by facing them in their naked reality and in their ordinariness.

Does he want Money?
Does he want Fame?
Does he want Power?
For some Men these things are much important...
But for some, what he really want is Love,
Because they know that getting the first three is much easier than Love...

Well, it seems to me that the best relationships-- the ones that last-- are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
Relationships--of all kinds--are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively, and the relationship slips away and is lost.

"Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved"

To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with..
My life is good but sometimes I'm just overwhelmed with a feeling that I'm missing something or someone in my life.
I wish nobody goes through the emotional drains of being lonely..
Buena suerte` amigos..(Good Luck frens)

PS : Whats the longest you've gone without talking?
PPS : the fearful silence surrounds my mind.
PPPS : Hablo poco espanol (I speak little Spanish as I started attending the classes)

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

Two evenings & dinner to remember, embed into my memories.

“For the millions of us who live glued to computer keyboards at work and TV monitors at home, food may be more than entertainment. It may be the only sensual experience left.”

I had an ecstatic reason to be happy over the last weekend, infact not 1 but two. 2 of my friends had planned for the dinner, which they owed me as their Birthday Treats.

On Friday evening, me & my friend set out to dine, with me no clue of what kind of food I wanted to have. I am very morose in what I choose to eat. But one thing I had in mind is, at the end of day my fren has to feel good for having delicious food as he had been here in South for the 1st time.

Tried to catch up with some friends for a nice place to hang-out, but didn’t get the timely suggestions.

So I took him out to a place which I had been before, Banjara (Near Race Course, Blr), a great place for all food-type fare. The concierge directed us to the candle-lit tables which he felt was murky. So we took our tables inside. The ambience was brilliant as I am a complex human who don’t like teeming/strident places. Decent music & yummy food of our choice made the evening memorable. We had lung-fung soup, lip-smacking latcha paratha etc, blame it on my memory. Soup and fish explain half the emotions of human life.

My friend also liked it to my surprise, hope I made his day.

"Food here responds to our soul’s dream as to our stomach's appetite.” Overall a decent place to enjoy a delectable food of your choice.

Suggest you people to try that out as well

I had the following evening, to acknowledge another friend’s invitation to join him for his treat.


But this time, was not indecisive as I was the previous day. I was clear about having Chinese food for the day. So we dropped in at Chungs’ (Malleshwaram, Blr), clean place, but too crowded, but still could hold on to my nerves for a decent meal. I eat merely to put food out of my mind.


We had Tom-Yom Soup, Dragon Rolls with Garlic sauce, Chicken-pops, Schezwan rice & chowmein. Totally I was taken back with the quality & taste of the food that was served, in spite of me having other reasons to brood on with the place & people around, which would make up a topic of another blog; will bring it out sometime. Again a place I would suggest you people to try out.


"I refuse to spend my life worrying about what I eat. There's no pleasure worth foregoing just for an extra three years in the geriatric ward."

All I wanted to say is had two decent evenings which would be cherished for sometime to come.


PS: All happiness depends on a leisurely supper.
PPS: I am not a glutton - I am an explorer of food
PPPS: “When I get a little money, I buy books. And if there is any left over, I buy food."

U, Me aur Hamari Dosti..

The concept of this blog conceived after I was made to realize my shortcoming through a SMS conversation with my Friend.

U : don’t know y grass on other side always looks greener.
Me : it happens, don’t worry, its all how you see.
U : uncertainties of the future has put me down
Me : we would b gods if we are clear of the future, if u get to know it now, there is nothing left in life infact. Don’t worry
U : sometimes certain things are better left to fate.
Me : I don’t want u 2 blame it on fate, 4 things you can do. Now come on cheer-up. Every tunnel has an illuminated path at the end of it. I’m sorry if my words don’t help you feel better.
U : kuch baatein..no one can understand..
Me : there is nothing which cant be understood, it is you who don’t want to make me understand & ruining ur peace of mind.
U : Tum nahi samjhoge, my confusions abt my career, my life & all that. Ye sab chalta rahega, chalo so jaao GN
Me : I dono how good u feel makin such statements, bad. U don’t want things to be st8 even when the other person is ready to lend his heart out to make u feel better. GN

As someone said, Life is indeed beautiful coz of some people; I did not want that special person of my life to be in such bad situation. This kept me pondering of my existence for a long time before I fell asleep.
How do I make him feel better, am I so bad that he says that I don’t understand what he is going through.
I wanted to say him this -

I can't give solutions to all of life's problems, doubts, or fears. But I can listen to you and together we will search for answers.
But why did he refrain from sharing? That’s what friends are for..
It doesn't really matter whether you grip the arms of the dentist's chair or let your hands lie in your lap. The drill drills on.
I can't change your past with all its heartache and pain, or the future with its untold stories. But I can be there now when you need me to care.
But why did you stop me from caring? What are friends for..
I can't keep your feet from stumbling. I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.
But why did you stop from holding on to me? What are friends for..
I can't prevent you from falling away from friendship, from your values, from me. I can only pray for you, talk to you, and wait for you.
I understand you are going through a bad patch, but I want to say that it doesn’t make me feel good either when you are in such worse phase.
I hate seeing is any of my friends being so vulnerable.
Its even more hard for me when its you.
I am scared that he is finding solace in misery by not sharing things with me for solutions…
I can't keep your heart from breaking and hurting, but I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces and put them back in place.
Speak out, share things. That’s how you feel better.
I can't give you boundaries which I have determined for you, but I can give you the room to change, room to grow, room to be yourself.
I don’t expect u 2 change; you can be at your natural best. I have accepted u as a friend as you are & never fear that you brooding on things would change my opinion for you. All I expected is you to share & feel better.
And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill? Seek him always with hours to live
Finally,
I can't tell you who you are. I can only love you and be your friend.

PS : Life is not easy & it will never be, but you’ve got friends & one of them is me..
PPS : Apologies if you find it too senti as you always say.. (am not senti-baaz)
PPPS : Do not protect yourself by a fence, but rather by your friends. To be an adult is to be alone