ON BLOGGING AND FLOGGING ,NICE RHETORIC---- HOW YOU RATE MY GMAT ESSAY??????

I WILL GO WITH THE FACT THAT BEING A PUBLIC FIGURE HAS ITS OWN MERITS AND DEMERITS.WHEN I SAY "PUBLIC FIGURE" IT IMPLIES SOMETHING WHICH PERTAINS TO THE PUBLIC .IN COMMON PARLANCE A POLITICIAN, A SPORTSMAN OR A MOVIESTAR ARE ALL PUBLIC FIGURES. YES WE ARE THE ONES WHO MAKE THEM AND WE ARE THE ONES WHO BREAK THEM. TAKE FOR EXAMPLE A POLITICIAN .NOW A DAYS MOST OF THE COUNTRIES HAVE A DEMOCRATIC SYSTEM OF GOVERNANCE ,WE CHOOSE WHO WE WANT AND REJECT THOSE WHO WE DON’T WANT .HIS ONUS HIS POSITION DECIDE THE COURSE OF OUR LIVES .WHETHER WE GET GOOD MEDICAL FACILITIES,ROADS,TAX BENEFITS ET AL ALL DEPEND ON HIS DISCRETION SO HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT WE DON’T WATCH WHAT HE IS DOING .WHETHER HE ACTUALLY FITS INTO THE ROLE WE ONCE CHOSE HIM TO FIT INTO.EITHER IT IS HIS PUBLIC LIFE OR PRIVATE LIFE , HIS CONDUCT AND COURSE OF ACTION DOES AFFECT OUR LIVES BECAUSE HE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF THE TRUST OF THE LAYMAN ,AND HENCE HE STAYS IN THE PUBLIC EYE.
COMING TO SPORTSMEN ,IN A COUNTRY LIKE INDIA ,PEOPLE EAT CRICKET ,DRINK CRICKET AND LIVE CRICKET OR SAY IN A COUNTRY LIKE BRAZIL FOOTBALL IS A RITUAL AND FOOTBALL STARS .PEOPLE DROP OUT OF THEIR OFFICES TO WATCH THEIR FAVORITE TEAM PLAYING .A CHILD IN AN IGNOMINIOUS CORNER OF THE CITY WATCHES HIS ROLE MODEL AND DREAMS OF BECOMING LIKE HIM ONE DAY . FOR AFRICANS REELING UNDER POVERTY ,STARVATION AND AIDS AND STRIVING FOR THE ATTENTION OF THE WORLD THE OLYMPICS IS THE TO AT LEAST SHOWCASE THEIR TALENT .OR THE ATHELETES FROM THE WAR SEETHING COUNTRIES OF THE ONCE UPON A TIME USSR WHO MAKE THEIR MARK IN THE HISTORY OF SPORTS ,THY ARE THE BEACON OF HOPE FOR ONE AND ALL .
BILLIONS OF DOLLARS ARE SPENT EVERYYEAR ,FOR EVERYEVENT ON ADVERTISING SO THAT THEY CAN SELL THEIR PRODUCT IF A FAMOUS ATHELETE LIKE RONALDO ENDORSES IT .WHY ??BECAUSE THEY ARE OUR ROLE MODELS .IN THE MORIBUND OF OUR EVERYDAY LIVES WE ACTUALLY LOOK UP TO THESE PEOPLE FOR INSPIRATION ,CHANGE AND LIFE .IT IS OUR RIGHT TO DO THAT AND IT IS THEIR RESPONSIBILITY TO BE A PARADIGM OF PERFECTION .

VOYEUR

No i am certainly not here to beg approval or brook dismissal ...i am not even concerned that people come across my blog or not ,this is not for advertising how well i write or how many positive and encouraging comments i elicit,this is just a surge of billowing thoughts i coudnt keep to myself ,that i find it hard to express because people just dont want to know the reality ,coz it harsh and they try to elude it ,but how far can you run from its clutches before you succumb .

That now i am blogging not to vent my innate desires ,neither focus on some moot issue nor preparing for a B-SCHOOL interview ,it is just coming along ,without any particular cause.

That people often shun the fact that they are not alone ,that their existence can be independent .Usually it happens ,it happens when you are on a high ,and you dont see anything around you ,you just see yourself .There are moments when you are alone and you realize how much you craved for someone ,may be anyone ,i am not being specific about a lover or something.

We are basically a contradiction of sorts ,we often love to do what we hate the most .Yes i do .For example i would say i dont trust men but often i just try not to do so .

There are times when we come across a rueful poem of a poet ,who is languishing because of some unfulfilled desire ,and we just dont even care to go through the first line ,you see the heading and you skip it .

I might sound like ,the glass is half empty ,but if you ruminate for a while i would rather sound like the glass is not only half full but a little empty as well ,that just helps sometimes,you dont take anything for granted .

Life takes you across so many things ,if you think you are the best ,your ass is going to hit the bottom ,and you are going to be there for quite sometime .Yeah i havnt seen something so perfect that it would sustain collapse all the time .Certain things are inevitable ,and better be prepared than to run away .

I just hate the claustrophobia .I hate less ventilated rooms ,i hate to sleep ,i hate to wear salwars . I hate myself that way .I am not a voyeurist .Few days back i purchased a book of penguin paperback ,by IAN FLEMING ,short stories of JAMES BOND.On the front cover of the book ,you will find probably one of the most seductive pictures. It is not overtly naked ,it shows the subtlety of the features of a woman .I am not even tad ashamed that i loved it .There was a topless lady on the cover smoking a cigar ,her face was clouded ,so were her vital organs ,just the curves were prominent .I declare i loved it .

Few months back i happened to watch "READER".Right from the scene one ,i smelled something different .A friend was hooked to the laptop in anaticipation ,it just wasnt making sense to her ,i mean a boy meets a lady ,his mother's age and what would happen , what could happen .Trust me it was well beyond my surmise .Though ,if you would notice the eyes of kate winslet right from the beginning ,you would definitely not find any tint of motherly love or something .Her eyes were those of a woman , who wanted to love ,but no man came across , a woman who in her prime might have wanted to loose her virginity under a sheet of bedsheet but couldnt .I am woman , i can tell you how incomplete i feel without a man in my life .Whatever .Somewhere i saw that ,the movie had a rating for being one of the most unseductive but voyeuristic kind stacked against a few low-budget ,anti-classics.

BUT TELL ME ,how is it supposed to be ??Are people supposed to shave themshelves off everytime they indulge with someone ,or is that everything is supposed to happen within linen bed-sheets ,the way you find angelina jolie and antonio banderas interwined with each other in the original scene.I bet i hated SEX after i saw them.It was like ,they were enacting every scene of kamasutra one by one .Yes top ,bottom ,left ,right.What the hell......Are we trying to deceive people who havnt had a sexual intercouse that look it is a systematic procedure ,one act comes after another ,or shunning off people who already had had it .Why cant we see it RAW ,just the way it is ,that it is what it is irrespective of caste ,religion ,age or anything ,that nothing basically matters ,that there is no point in systematizing what is so much beyond our understanding .

To me ,as i reinforce my point everyone is a contradiction of sorts ,we love everything halfbaked .A close conversation with a friend revealed that he loved the means to an end ,he didnt love the end ,yeah we love to strip but we dont love to see the naked self .

I would say either you peel off the entire orange or just leave it unscathed ,unpeeled , because reality is harsh and half -reality is of no use.

Life is like a cycle race

you have to start slow ,save for the last lap ,and build on .

It is not important to do what everyones does.

It is important ,what you love the most

I look at my gtalk ,and i stealthily sneak at it (i usually stay invisible),

everyones green.

why??

is everyone so sleepless as i am

good for me

i am not the only nocturne on the watch

These days i am taken over by a self-obsessive ,self empowering almost a self -subsuming kind of a sensation ...i would sound rather too self-expressive ,blatant or just you know what, a my kind of feeling...that might as well be rather intrusive or say a sardonic self-creation of myself ...yes i feel that 10 years down the lane ..i will be right there .(point blank)

And guess what ,as if newpapers ,scads of news channels were not enough ,people write about politics in their blogs (as i said before ,an idiosyncracy of some hi-portfolio people ).I would say FUCKING JERKS WAKE UP!!!! up ...and stop harassing others ,just why the heck you are doing something because every shithole around you is doing the same .cmn man ,give us a goddamn break.

FEMME FATALE

Lets start here ..my dad came across an article in INDIAN Express that is all about journalism ....it says leave the classroom ,enter the newsroom .I can very well understand the dilemma of the father of a confused daughter , err not confused ,overpotent but not knowning exactly what to do kindaa daughter ?at least that is the opinion i hold about myself .....
Okay lets get there .my potential of being a newsreader or what do people think about my writing ...i have just two followers ..ok i can console myself that people havnt just come across my blog ...may be some day when i make it to H **(I very well leave it to your intellectual guess) i can sport my blog as my comment status ...no matter whatever crap i write ,people would rave and rant(in their comments ) about mine being excessively intelligent ,captivating and thoughtful ,the way they do with writers like Ms De ,sorry for the mudslinging ,(at least she is still beautiful at 60 ) ,though a silent thought might make them wonder ..just why the hell is this jerk tweeting on a blogspot.No i am just being honest ,this is not out of sheer jealousy or heartache or something ,i was just browsing through this orkut CRAP and i come across the profiles of some females (I wont like to name them).Well i just hit upon a old friend's profile and i notice this black and white classic beauty in a picture ,and that is a kind of a complex for a 24 year old ,yes 24 ..coz frankly i woudnt stand a MORE beautiful or capable woman in my viscinity ,i would in fact work my ass to get her hell outta there .I follow her ...she has kindaa ..very ambiguous pseudonym to her name ..i ramshackle her profile badly ,here ,there(aftrer all who could it be(better than me??)).And guess what ,i wont like to reveal anymore about her anymore ,lesser the better ,no i am not being offensive ,i just figured her out.
And the plethora of wonderkinds from all the coveted places of the world are her feckless admirers is uncountable.After a little scrutiny i discover ,that she now belongs to one the hallowed institutions of the east.And she is indeed someone i know so well ,that the lesser i say the better .
I shoulda told dad ..lemme get there ...then i wont even need a degree for journalism to be a journo.

Last night i had a dream .I was sleeping with my face towards the ceiling and i was sleeping when i woke up in my dreams .Usually my dreams are full of apparitions but this one was pretty normal ...yeah so far as i rememeber i was near a sweet shop buying all varieties of sweets (Look i take sweets in the dreams also).I paid the bills and walked down the stairs and my cell phone rang .I responded and i knew who it was ...rest of the conversation i was silent and the voice kept
speaking .After i hung up i was quivering ,my feet were trembling and i could hardly walk ,gathering all my strength i when i descended the stairs ,i saw a very familiar face ,i recognized it .Heavens this dream was so differnt ...everyone was so familiar .The face was staring at me into my eyes ...the stare was so stark that i could barely stand it .It was asking me why ??????I tried to explain ...and the packet tumbled from my hands .The person turned his back and left .Soon all the noises started receding and i was alone ...standing there at the bottom of the staircase with nothing in my hands....

I could feel someones's hand shaking me .It was mom .I had woken up .......