Just about a few hours more, and we're into 2009...
Now, I'm writing this post, for those people who arent going to be invited to a big shot party, or celebration. People like me, who will have to welcome 2009 in more simpler ways. I thought of a few innovative ways to make this New Year Countdown interesting...
Innovation #1: Shout 6000,5999,5998...
If you have absolutely nothing to do from the evening of 31st December onwards...you might as well start the countdown. Remember, there are 60 seconds in a minute, 60 minutes in an hour. So if you're starting you're countdown at 8 P.M., that means you'll be shouting, "14,400, 14,399, 14,398!"
Best of luck!
Innovation #2: "Hi, Happy New Year!"
For this one, all you need is a phone. Wait till 12 Midnight, and immediately call your best friend. Wish him or her, and then call up your second closest friend. Do this until: A) You fall asleep, B) You're friend curses you for waking him/ her up from sleep...
Innovation #3: Bringing Down The Net
This one is my personal favourite. Log on to your net, access your Facebook or Orkut account. If you are in Facebook, update your status at excatly 12 Midnight. What's the fun? You can see if you're update, "Happy New Year!" comes exactly at 12. Not so fun? Well then, try this...
In Orkut, choose a really popular Community, and ask the members to wish "Happy New Year" excatly at 12. The one who actually gets to 12 Midnight, is declared the winner. Then, watch the fun as Orkut gets jammed, and the server fails...
Innovation #4: Snore
This one's for the lazy goons. Go to bed at 9, and dont wake up until 10 the next morning. That way, you'd have set the tone for the entire year...
Happy New Year Guys!
P.S.: Please tell me how you enjoyed your New Year....
31 December 2008
29 December 2008
The Bucket List
How many of you have seen the movie, The Bucket List?
Fine, considering that hardly any of you have heard of the movie, I wont go into details. But do watch the movie if you can. You wont regret it.
There's an interesting origin behind the term, The Bucket List. "To Kick the Bucket" is an American expression, which means to die. Therefore, as a philosophy Professor in the movie asks, we should all make a Bucket List. That is, a list of the things which we want to do/complete/acheive, before we 'kick the bucket'.
But talking about death is too complicated. Why dont we make another type of Bucket List instead? I'll take myself as an example. I've decided to make a bucket list which I'll complete before June 2010 (the approximate date when I will leave 12th grade for higher studies).
Musthafa's Bucket List:
#1- Make atleast 10 really close friends
#2- Have a wonderful farewell (hence, indirectly have an awesome time before the farewell!)
#3- Acheive a wonderful readership for Laptop Diary (ya right!)
#4- Write a book (This has been there in all my previous Bucket Lists....looks like it's going to stick around for a long time...)
#5- Get the feeling that my life so far, hasnt been a waste...
These are just some of the items in the list. Why should we write this? Because, years from now, when we look back, we'll know just what we wanted. And what we acheived. Besides, imagine the possibilty of striking out each item in the list, as we achieve it? That itself is reason enough to make a list.
Make a list guys. For the next year. Or for the next two years. Or even for the next 10 years. But make a list. And have fun fulfilling it.
P.S. You could really help me complete mine...if you read #3 of my Bucket List. Subscribe here, and comment as well. If your a blogger, follow this blog too!
Fine, considering that hardly any of you have heard of the movie, I wont go into details. But do watch the movie if you can. You wont regret it.
There's an interesting origin behind the term, The Bucket List. "To Kick the Bucket" is an American expression, which means to die. Therefore, as a philosophy Professor in the movie asks, we should all make a Bucket List. That is, a list of the things which we want to do/complete/acheive, before we 'kick the bucket'.
But talking about death is too complicated. Why dont we make another type of Bucket List instead? I'll take myself as an example. I've decided to make a bucket list which I'll complete before June 2010 (the approximate date when I will leave 12th grade for higher studies).
Musthafa's Bucket List:
#1- Make atleast 10 really close friends
#2- Have a wonderful farewell (hence, indirectly have an awesome time before the farewell!)
#3- Acheive a wonderful readership for Laptop Diary (ya right!)
#4- Write a book (This has been there in all my previous Bucket Lists....looks like it's going to stick around for a long time...)
#5- Get the feeling that my life so far, hasnt been a waste...
These are just some of the items in the list. Why should we write this? Because, years from now, when we look back, we'll know just what we wanted. And what we acheived. Besides, imagine the possibilty of striking out each item in the list, as we achieve it? That itself is reason enough to make a list.
Make a list guys. For the next year. Or for the next two years. Or even for the next 10 years. But make a list. And have fun fulfilling it.
P.S. You could really help me complete mine...if you read #3 of my Bucket List. Subscribe here, and comment as well. If your a blogger, follow this blog too!
"Touchwood!"
First things first. It's true that I never knew what 'Touchwood!' meant, until yesterday. And frankly, I'm hoping that I'm not the only one.
But when my teacher explained what Touchwood means, a strange idea came to my mind. Before I go on, for my fellow ignoramus's, here's the meaning of Touchwood.
Touchwood in an expression which we say whenever something is going well for us, and we dont want it to change. Pardon me if it's not a precise definition.
After I heard this, I began to think. What if we began crying out, 'Touchwood' everytime something good was happening to us.
Imagine you're in your class, trying to finish your homework, when someone tells you, that you have two more days to submit your work. 'Touchwood!', you scream.
From then on, for every blessing, luck and miracle that occurs to you, cry out 'Touchwood!'.
Why?
Because, when someone finally tells you, that you've been yelling 'Touchwood' too often, you'll realise how lucky you actually are. It's a good way to let our sometimes, negative, grumbling, oh-the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side thinking mind know, that life isnt so bad after all.
Of course, if you yell 'Touchwood!' in school too often, you'll be taken to the Principal's office.
Imagine him standing in front of you and telling, "You're teachers tell me that you're creating too much of a disturbance in class. I'm letting you go with a warning. If you repeat this, you'll be punished. Consider yourself lucky this time."
Lucky? What do you reply? "Touchwood!"
But when my teacher explained what Touchwood means, a strange idea came to my mind. Before I go on, for my fellow ignoramus's, here's the meaning of Touchwood.
Touchwood in an expression which we say whenever something is going well for us, and we dont want it to change. Pardon me if it's not a precise definition.
After I heard this, I began to think. What if we began crying out, 'Touchwood' everytime something good was happening to us.
Imagine you're in your class, trying to finish your homework, when someone tells you, that you have two more days to submit your work. 'Touchwood!', you scream.
From then on, for every blessing, luck and miracle that occurs to you, cry out 'Touchwood!'.
Why?
Because, when someone finally tells you, that you've been yelling 'Touchwood' too often, you'll realise how lucky you actually are. It's a good way to let our sometimes, negative, grumbling, oh-the-grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side thinking mind know, that life isnt so bad after all.
Of course, if you yell 'Touchwood!' in school too often, you'll be taken to the Principal's office.
Imagine him standing in front of you and telling, "You're teachers tell me that you're creating too much of a disturbance in class. I'm letting you go with a warning. If you repeat this, you'll be punished. Consider yourself lucky this time."
Lucky? What do you reply? "Touchwood!"
28 December 2008
Waiting At My Doorstep
This poem is about two best friends who have a fight, and no longer talk to each other. The narrator wishes to see his best friend again....
I'm waiting at my doorstep,
Waiting in vain,
Waiting and hoping,
To see you once again.
Not quite long ago,
Things were different,
we werent strangers,
We were best friends.
The time on the phone,
The time during parties,
Where have they all gone,
Those sweet, happy memories?
Change is inevitable,
Change is needed,
But do we really need a change,
Which makes us strangers?
The phone is silent now,
It used to ring a lot back then,
Sometimes I dream of picking up the phone,
And hearing your voice at the other end.
It hurts the most,
When others ask me about you,
I have to fake a smile,
And pretend to be happy too.
This isnt how,
It was supposed to be,
We dreamed of being friends forever,
Didnt we?
I still wait near the phone,
I still check for your mail,
I still wake up every morning,
Hoping to hear from you again.
I'm waiting at my doorstep,
Waiting in vain,
Waiting and hoping,
To see you once again.
I'm waiting at my doorstep,
Waiting in vain,
Waiting and hoping,
To see you once again.
Not quite long ago,
Things were different,
we werent strangers,
We were best friends.
The time on the phone,
The time during parties,
Where have they all gone,
Those sweet, happy memories?
Change is inevitable,
Change is needed,
But do we really need a change,
Which makes us strangers?
The phone is silent now,
It used to ring a lot back then,
Sometimes I dream of picking up the phone,
And hearing your voice at the other end.
It hurts the most,
When others ask me about you,
I have to fake a smile,
And pretend to be happy too.
This isnt how,
It was supposed to be,
We dreamed of being friends forever,
Didnt we?
I still wait near the phone,
I still check for your mail,
I still wake up every morning,
Hoping to hear from you again.
I'm waiting at my doorstep,
Waiting in vain,
Waiting and hoping,
To see you once again.
25 December 2008
The "Spoiler" Moments
I just thought of a wonderful way of infuriating you, my dear blog reader. What if I were to tell you the climax of Ghajini, even before you get a chance to see the movie?
Okay, okay, relax, I’m not going to do that. Seriously. But what if I did. You’d obviously be pissed off, and the best part is, there would be nothing you could do about it. Other than, you know, vowing to never visit my blog ever again.
But let me tell you why I got this idea. I read a news report of how there was an SMS campaign going on, in which the climax of Ghajini was revealed. Imagine how irritated the poor guy would be after reading the SMS. Makes me feel glad that no one’s interested in SMSing me…
This isn’t the first time such things have happened. Two or three years ago, when Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was released, excited fans were standing in queues outside bookstores. Some really jobless souls, who bought the book first itself, raced by the crowds on a bike, and screamed out the ending: “Snape kills Dumbledore!”
Oh crap, did I just spoil the twist for you?
And the worst thing is, the moment you hear the “spoiler” ending, there’s nothing you can do about it. You cant pretend to not have heard it. You have to think about it.
Quite frustrating actually. It happened to me recently, when a brilliant chap decided to tell me who amongst Abhishek and John gets Priyanka in Dostana.
So, I’ll leave all of you now to watch Ghajini. And most probably, I wont spoil the ending for you. But if you have had such “Spoiler” moments, do let me know. At least it’ll make me feel better…
Okay, okay, relax, I’m not going to do that. Seriously. But what if I did. You’d obviously be pissed off, and the best part is, there would be nothing you could do about it. Other than, you know, vowing to never visit my blog ever again.
But let me tell you why I got this idea. I read a news report of how there was an SMS campaign going on, in which the climax of Ghajini was revealed. Imagine how irritated the poor guy would be after reading the SMS. Makes me feel glad that no one’s interested in SMSing me…
This isn’t the first time such things have happened. Two or three years ago, when Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was released, excited fans were standing in queues outside bookstores. Some really jobless souls, who bought the book first itself, raced by the crowds on a bike, and screamed out the ending: “Snape kills Dumbledore!”
Oh crap, did I just spoil the twist for you?
And the worst thing is, the moment you hear the “spoiler” ending, there’s nothing you can do about it. You cant pretend to not have heard it. You have to think about it.
Quite frustrating actually. It happened to me recently, when a brilliant chap decided to tell me who amongst Abhishek and John gets Priyanka in Dostana.
So, I’ll leave all of you now to watch Ghajini. And most probably, I wont spoil the ending for you. But if you have had such “Spoiler” moments, do let me know. At least it’ll make me feel better…
24 December 2008
Best Post of Laptop Diary - 2008
I love the last few days of the year. That's the time when every one's out making lists. Lists of the best movies, best songs, worst moments, best events....blah blah blah...
So, why should I hold back? I've decided to find out which was the "Best Post" of "Laptop Diary - 2008". Wow, that kinda sounds cool, doesnt it? But here are the nominees...
Nominee #1: The Mallu Who Lived
Nominee #2: Once Upon A Time...When I Was Cute
Nominee #3: What's Wrong With My Hello
Nominee #4: How I Got My Dimples
Nominee #5: The First Laptop Diary
Nominee #6: See Half The Movie...Or Get A Refund
Nominee #7: Julius Caesar 1.5
Nominee #8: Think Of Ajay
Nominee #9: "What's Up With Your Hairstyle?"
Nominee #10: Me And My Decisions
Pick out your favourite post, as well as the top three. The polls will close on 30th December, and the results will be shown on 31th December.
So, why should I hold back? I've decided to find out which was the "Best Post" of "Laptop Diary - 2008". Wow, that kinda sounds cool, doesnt it? But here are the nominees...
Nominee #1: The Mallu Who Lived
Nominee #2: Once Upon A Time...When I Was Cute
Nominee #3: What's Wrong With My Hello
Nominee #4: How I Got My Dimples
Nominee #5: The First Laptop Diary
Nominee #6: See Half The Movie...Or Get A Refund
Nominee #7: Julius Caesar 1.5
Nominee #8: Think Of Ajay
Nominee #9: "What's Up With Your Hairstyle?"
Nominee #10: Me And My Decisions
Pick out your favourite post, as well as the top three. The polls will close on 30th December, and the results will be shown on 31th December.
23 December 2008
A Bunch of Cables
It really marvels me how a bunch of cables can cause so much trouble to lives of millions of people…
What I don’t understand as well, is why we’ve become so primitive as to rely on cables under the ground. I’m no scientific expert, but cmon, we’ve got atleast a handful of satellites in the sky nowadays, don’t we?
For those of you who don’t quite get what I’m talking about, let me be more clear. Recently, a few internet cables under the Meditteranean Sea(or some similar sounding place) were cut, some partially, others completely. As a result, fourteen countries in the world are having trouble accessing servers. Thus, people like us have to wait longer to access the internet.
I really didn’t like the news when I heard it. It sounded kiddish. I mean, think about it. You see those ads where they say, Lightining Internet Connection at your finger tips! And so on. Then when you call the customer service department, what do they have to say? Sorry sir, but a few cables have been cut somewhere half way across the world. You’re net connection is going to be slower…
And who are the culprits? I read that some fishing boats that tredged the sea bed accidentally cut the cables. Damn those fishermen!
Well, look at the bright side. From now onwards, whenever I don’t see people commenting on my blog, I can just blame the internet servers. After all, it couldn’t possibly be because of the quality of my blog, could it? So much for vanity….
Still, let’s pray those cables aren’t damaged again, any time soon…
What I don’t understand as well, is why we’ve become so primitive as to rely on cables under the ground. I’m no scientific expert, but cmon, we’ve got atleast a handful of satellites in the sky nowadays, don’t we?
For those of you who don’t quite get what I’m talking about, let me be more clear. Recently, a few internet cables under the Meditteranean Sea(or some similar sounding place) were cut, some partially, others completely. As a result, fourteen countries in the world are having trouble accessing servers. Thus, people like us have to wait longer to access the internet.
I really didn’t like the news when I heard it. It sounded kiddish. I mean, think about it. You see those ads where they say, Lightining Internet Connection at your finger tips! And so on. Then when you call the customer service department, what do they have to say? Sorry sir, but a few cables have been cut somewhere half way across the world. You’re net connection is going to be slower…
And who are the culprits? I read that some fishing boats that tredged the sea bed accidentally cut the cables. Damn those fishermen!
Well, look at the bright side. From now onwards, whenever I don’t see people commenting on my blog, I can just blame the internet servers. After all, it couldn’t possibly be because of the quality of my blog, could it? So much for vanity….
Still, let’s pray those cables aren’t damaged again, any time soon…
17 December 2008
Remembering 2008...
The year is almost about to come to a close. There's hardly two weeks left. So I guess this is the right time to have a traditional, yearly round up. Well, the problem is, no one seems to have prepared a roundup, so I'm stuck with my own, cooked up version. Still, the events that I'll remember this year for, are probably the ones you'll remember it for as well...
Moment #8: The Matrix Meets The Shoethrower
December 15, Baghdad
I've already talked about this, and all of you must've read about it yourself. Still, take a look at my earlier post...
Moment #7: The Human Fish
August 17, Beijing
Most of us dont read the newspapers daily. Those who do, read only the Sports page. Yet all of us had a glance of a 6 foot 4 inch, muscular Michael Phelps, who treated the swimming pool like his backyard playground. The guy was a bit too greedy, dont you think? Not one, not two....but eight gold medals in one go. Kind of pissed off the other swimmers, I think. Still, most of us will remember his name for a few years to come...
Moment #6: Too Many Tubes For A Proton
September 10, Geneava
For a Commerce student like me, it did take more than a few seconds to register the problem. As far as I was aware, a whole lot of scientists were gathering, after spending billions of dollars, just so that they could get a few protons to collide. Sounded like child's play at first. Then when someone said that it could create black holes, the smile on my face vanished. It was funny to read about how Stephen Hawkings went around telling that nothing would happen. And then change the channel and see ten other scientists say that we're doomed. I couldnt decide whether to be scared or relieved. Finally I changed the channel and watched some movie...Still, if something goes wrong, or right, we'll remember this date...
Moment #5: FedEx Vs. Rafa
July 6, Wimbledon
I'm not a fan of Tennis. But even then, I couldnt help but hear about, "The Greatest Tennis Match of All Time". Wimbledon 2008 could have been Roger Federer's 6th consecutive title. Instead, it became Rafael Nadal's first. The score line (6-4. 6-4, 6-7, 6-7, 9-7) reflected the length of the match (the longest at 4 hours and 48 minutes). I wish Roger Federer had won. Still, you have to admire the guy, who came so close to winning, and then said in his loser's speech, "Rafa played amazingly. I congratulate him on his victory. And, I'll be back next year." That's called humility and determination...
Moment #4: Why So Serious?
July 18, Worldwide
Rarely has a movie captured the world's attention so much. The Dark Knight was, quite simply, a great movie. But what was more mesmerising than the movie itself, was it's villain. A character that we admired, and feared at the same time. They dont make good villains anymore. One of the best was The Joker. Heath Ledger, in his last completed role, did an amazing job. He made us remember the character, even after the movie was over. Even after the actor who portrayed the character, passed away...
Moment #3: India In Space
October 22, Outer Space
In a purely patriotic tone, I'm proud that India has finally been able to launch its Chandrayaan into outer space. Oddly though, Sachin Tendulkar's 41st century must have grabbed more headlines than this acheivement. Still, it's something that Indians can all take pride in...
Moment #2: Terror In Mumbai
November 26, Mumbai
There have been more than a handful of terrorists attacks in India, particulary over the last two years. Yet, nothing has wreaked more havoc, than the terrorist attacks carried out on the fateful November 26th. There are many things we can think of doing in the aftermath of it all : Lighting candles to show solidarity, Vent our fury at the politicians, Demand a change in leadership, Declare war on neighbouring countries. But the innocent souls lost that night, will be lost forever...
Moment #1: "Yes We Can!"
November 4, Washington
One of the most popular chants in recent times was "Yes We Can!". An amazing orator brought out his vision, accompanied with this ralliying cry, as a result of which, Barack Obama will become the 44th President of USA. Never before, atleast in recent history, has the world welcomed a President Elect with such happiness. But then again, anyone who follows Mr. Bush, can expect a fair amount of welcome...
These were the finest or most darkest moments of 2008. These are the moments which we'll remember 2008 for...
Moment #8: The Matrix Meets The Shoethrower
December 15, Baghdad
I've already talked about this, and all of you must've read about it yourself. Still, take a look at my earlier post...
Moment #7: The Human Fish
August 17, Beijing
Most of us dont read the newspapers daily. Those who do, read only the Sports page. Yet all of us had a glance of a 6 foot 4 inch, muscular Michael Phelps, who treated the swimming pool like his backyard playground. The guy was a bit too greedy, dont you think? Not one, not two....but eight gold medals in one go. Kind of pissed off the other swimmers, I think. Still, most of us will remember his name for a few years to come...
Moment #6: Too Many Tubes For A Proton
September 10, Geneava
For a Commerce student like me, it did take more than a few seconds to register the problem. As far as I was aware, a whole lot of scientists were gathering, after spending billions of dollars, just so that they could get a few protons to collide. Sounded like child's play at first. Then when someone said that it could create black holes, the smile on my face vanished. It was funny to read about how Stephen Hawkings went around telling that nothing would happen. And then change the channel and see ten other scientists say that we're doomed. I couldnt decide whether to be scared or relieved. Finally I changed the channel and watched some movie...Still, if something goes wrong, or right, we'll remember this date...
Moment #5: FedEx Vs. Rafa
July 6, Wimbledon
I'm not a fan of Tennis. But even then, I couldnt help but hear about, "The Greatest Tennis Match of All Time". Wimbledon 2008 could have been Roger Federer's 6th consecutive title. Instead, it became Rafael Nadal's first. The score line (6-4. 6-4, 6-7, 6-7, 9-7) reflected the length of the match (the longest at 4 hours and 48 minutes). I wish Roger Federer had won. Still, you have to admire the guy, who came so close to winning, and then said in his loser's speech, "Rafa played amazingly. I congratulate him on his victory. And, I'll be back next year." That's called humility and determination...
Moment #4: Why So Serious?
July 18, Worldwide
Rarely has a movie captured the world's attention so much. The Dark Knight was, quite simply, a great movie. But what was more mesmerising than the movie itself, was it's villain. A character that we admired, and feared at the same time. They dont make good villains anymore. One of the best was The Joker. Heath Ledger, in his last completed role, did an amazing job. He made us remember the character, even after the movie was over. Even after the actor who portrayed the character, passed away...
Moment #3: India In Space
October 22, Outer Space
In a purely patriotic tone, I'm proud that India has finally been able to launch its Chandrayaan into outer space. Oddly though, Sachin Tendulkar's 41st century must have grabbed more headlines than this acheivement. Still, it's something that Indians can all take pride in...
Moment #2: Terror In Mumbai
November 26, Mumbai
There have been more than a handful of terrorists attacks in India, particulary over the last two years. Yet, nothing has wreaked more havoc, than the terrorist attacks carried out on the fateful November 26th. There are many things we can think of doing in the aftermath of it all : Lighting candles to show solidarity, Vent our fury at the politicians, Demand a change in leadership, Declare war on neighbouring countries. But the innocent souls lost that night, will be lost forever...
Moment #1: "Yes We Can!"
November 4, Washington
One of the most popular chants in recent times was "Yes We Can!". An amazing orator brought out his vision, accompanied with this ralliying cry, as a result of which, Barack Obama will become the 44th President of USA. Never before, atleast in recent history, has the world welcomed a President Elect with such happiness. But then again, anyone who follows Mr. Bush, can expect a fair amount of welcome...
These were the finest or most darkest moments of 2008. These are the moments which we'll remember 2008 for...
16 December 2008
The Matrix Meets The Shoethrower
I hope I'm not too late in telling this...but did you see the guy who threw the shoe at Bush?
Firstly, I've realised that I must be one of the few people left to talk about the shoe throwing. Why? Check Youtube, and you'll realise just how famous Mr. Bush's dodging tactics were. The video received one million views within one day. I repeat. One Million Views, withing One Day!
But what really fascinated me, was the President himself. I dont know how old he is, but certainly more than 45 right? Even then, I was impressed by the way he dodged the journalist's shoe. Really good reflexes. Wonder if they train the Presidents in such matters...
Still, one pessimistic American's comment caught my attention. "The journalist couldnt even hit Bush on the face? What on earth is he worth for then?".
Imagine the Journalist for a second. I'm presuming he's going to be thrown into prison. Boy, he's going to have one hell of a time. Sitting between Murderers and Robbers, he's going to be asked, "What are you in for?"
"Well....err...you know...I threw two, not one, shoes at President Bush!"
The Iraqi prisoners, obviously impressed, would say, "Wow, what happened then?"
"Err....well, the thing is....he kind of....dodged the shoes." Man, those prisoners are going to be pissed off. The Journalist will be cursing his bad aim, for a long, long time....
Firstly, I've realised that I must be one of the few people left to talk about the shoe throwing. Why? Check Youtube, and you'll realise just how famous Mr. Bush's dodging tactics were. The video received one million views within one day. I repeat. One Million Views, withing One Day!
But what really fascinated me, was the President himself. I dont know how old he is, but certainly more than 45 right? Even then, I was impressed by the way he dodged the journalist's shoe. Really good reflexes. Wonder if they train the Presidents in such matters...
Still, one pessimistic American's comment caught my attention. "The journalist couldnt even hit Bush on the face? What on earth is he worth for then?".
Imagine the Journalist for a second. I'm presuming he's going to be thrown into prison. Boy, he's going to have one hell of a time. Sitting between Murderers and Robbers, he's going to be asked, "What are you in for?"
"Well....err...you know...I threw two, not one, shoes at President Bush!"
The Iraqi prisoners, obviously impressed, would say, "Wow, what happened then?"
"Err....well, the thing is....he kind of....dodged the shoes." Man, those prisoners are going to be pissed off. The Journalist will be cursing his bad aim, for a long, long time....
13 December 2008
Searching For The Best Moments In Life
I was going through the blogosphere (meaning random blogs on the net), when I stumbled upon a blog by Mr. Hemant Kumar. I dont know him at all, but I took the liberty of reprinting a post which he put up on his blog. Dont think I'm plagarising anything. Just wanted you to take a look at this.
It's a list of the Best Moments in Life. And the best thing about it, is that it isnt complete. I need your help in completing it. Take a look at the list, and choose 2 - 6 of the Moments you like the best. And then, try to add your own. After a week or two, if there are enough entries, I'll edit the list and publish it again. Besides, I'll even give you credit for the Moments you've suggested to the list.
Besides, in order to make this blog more interesting, it would be good if you could leave your comments and thoughts. I dont mind even if they're anonymous, just as long as they're good and thought provoking...
One more thing...the Moments which are highlighted in black are my personal favourites!
"Life is not a problem to be solved, but a gift to be enjoyed"
"A true friend is someone who reaches your hand and touches your heart..."
By Hemant Kumar,
http://thoughtsinspirational.blogspot.com
It's a list of the Best Moments in Life. And the best thing about it, is that it isnt complete. I need your help in completing it. Take a look at the list, and choose 2 - 6 of the Moments you like the best. And then, try to add your own. After a week or two, if there are enough entries, I'll edit the list and publish it again. Besides, I'll even give you credit for the Moments you've suggested to the list.
Besides, in order to make this blog more interesting, it would be good if you could leave your comments and thoughts. I dont mind even if they're anonymous, just as long as they're good and thought provoking...
One more thing...the Moments which are highlighted in black are my personal favourites!
Some of the Best moments in life
- To fall in love.
- To laugh until it hurts your stomach.
- To find mails by the thousands when you return from a vacation.
- To go for a vacation to some pretty place.
- To listen to your favorite song in the radio.
- To go to bed and to listen while it rains outside.
- To leave the! Shower and find that the towel is warm.
- To clear your last exam.
- To receive a call from someone, you don't see a lot, but you want to.
- To find money in a pant that you haven't used since last year .
- To laugh at yourself looking at mirror, making faces. :)))
- Calls at midnight that last for hours. :))
- To laugh without a reason.
- To accidentally hear somebody say something good about you.
- To wake up and realize it is still possible to sleep for a couple of hours.
- To hear a song that makes you remember a special person.
- To be part of a team.
- To watch the sunset from the hill top.
- To make new friends.
- To feel butterflies In the stomach every time that you see that person.
- To pass time with your best friends.
- To see people that you like, feeling happy.
- To use a sweater of the person that you like and find that it still smells of their perfume.
- See an old friend again and to feel that the things have not changed.
- To take an evening walk along the beach.
- To have somebody tell you that he/she loves you.
- To laugh .......laugh........and laugh ...... remembering stupid things done with stupid friends.
"Life is not a problem to be solved, but a gift to be enjoyed"
"A true friend is someone who reaches your hand and touches your heart..."
By Hemant Kumar,
http://thoughtsinspirational.blogspot.com
10 December 2008
Reasons To Live
What I'm about to say, may seem too serious to some of you. Others may interpret it wrongly. Still, with the confidence that you'll understand the meaning of what I'm about to say, let me start...
The majority of the readers of this blog are teenagers (sadly, I fear they are the only readers...). And it's all well known that teenagers have mood swings, moments of pure happiness, and days of complete depression.
Well....what about suicide?
Dont take me wrongly. I never said that every teenager has contemplated suicide. But I've talked to enough number of people, to realise that this is a common phenomenon. Many of us have thought about just ending it all (agreed, most of us just think about it, and then drop the thought, laughing at the stupidity of it all...). But what if we dont drop it? What if the thought snow balls?
Teenage suicide is now one of the biggest dangers that society faces. The causes are varied:
Going on with this topic might be depressing, for me, as well as for you. I apologize if such a post offends or disturbs you. But I will say this before signing off...
Most of the teenage suicides that happened, took place after the victim withdrew from his or her friends and family. Make sure you keep your friends close, your family even closer. You might be able to help them if anyhting happens. What's more, they might be able to help you if suicide ever crosses your mind.
Let's pray that never happens...
Read my poem about Teenage Suicide - "Me And My Decisions".
The majority of the readers of this blog are teenagers (sadly, I fear they are the only readers...). And it's all well known that teenagers have mood swings, moments of pure happiness, and days of complete depression.
Well....what about suicide?
Dont take me wrongly. I never said that every teenager has contemplated suicide. But I've talked to enough number of people, to realise that this is a common phenomenon. Many of us have thought about just ending it all (agreed, most of us just think about it, and then drop the thought, laughing at the stupidity of it all...). But what if we dont drop it? What if the thought snow balls?
Teenage suicide is now one of the biggest dangers that society faces. The causes are varied:
- First, and most troublesome of all, is failure in studies. This doesnt mean failing, or getting expelled from school. For a school topper, an answer sheet with 60% on it itself is devastating.
- Parental pressure.
- Friendship. Loss of friendship, through fights and arguments. Most of the time, suicides could be avoided if person had close friends to rely on.
- Other, specific reasons.
Going on with this topic might be depressing, for me, as well as for you. I apologize if such a post offends or disturbs you. But I will say this before signing off...
Most of the teenage suicides that happened, took place after the victim withdrew from his or her friends and family. Make sure you keep your friends close, your family even closer. You might be able to help them if anyhting happens. What's more, they might be able to help you if suicide ever crosses your mind.
Let's pray that never happens...
Read my poem about Teenage Suicide - "Me And My Decisions".
Me And My Decisions....
I have a story to tell,
One that you should listen,
It's not about a boy and a girl,
It's about me and my decisions.
I was once like you,
With absolutely nothing to do,
Except carry a schoolbag on my shoulder,
And a cap on my head.
Time changes quickly,
Years pass by in a second,
I went from being the topper in Grade One,
To the drop out in Grade Ten.
I had no home,
Only a house to live in.
A place where parents would curse me,
And wonder why I wasnt studiying.
Life seemed hard,
My world seemed cruel,
So what better thing to do,
Than to end it, once and for all?
Now I wonder what it was,
That made me jump,
Poor grades, shouting parents,
Or just myself?
Because now, when I think about it,
Life wasnt so bad,
All I had to do was study,
And never make my parents sad.
Instead here I am,
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering how life would be,
If I hadnt been complaining.
I wish I can stop you,
From doing what I did,
But how can I, when I'm paralysed.
From the toes till my hip.
I jumped from the top,
Of a five storey building,
I hit the ground,
But my heart kept beating.
They rushed me to the hospital,
Attempted suicide, the nurse said.
The doctor looked at me sadly,
He knew my fate even before I did.
I saw my mother,
Weeping profusely,
My father was stronger,
He tried to save me.
But not even the best of doctors,
or the strongest of medicines,
Could undo my mistakes,
And make me walk once again.
So for the rest of my life now,
I'll meet more people like you,
And to them I'll say,
What I've just told you.
I have a story to tell,
One that you should listen,
Its not about a boy or a girl,
It's about me and my decisions...
One that you should listen,
It's not about a boy and a girl,
It's about me and my decisions.
I was once like you,
With absolutely nothing to do,
Except carry a schoolbag on my shoulder,
And a cap on my head.
Time changes quickly,
Years pass by in a second,
I went from being the topper in Grade One,
To the drop out in Grade Ten.
I had no home,
Only a house to live in.
A place where parents would curse me,
And wonder why I wasnt studiying.
Life seemed hard,
My world seemed cruel,
So what better thing to do,
Than to end it, once and for all?
Now I wonder what it was,
That made me jump,
Poor grades, shouting parents,
Or just myself?
Because now, when I think about it,
Life wasnt so bad,
All I had to do was study,
And never make my parents sad.
Instead here I am,
Staring at the ceiling,
Wondering how life would be,
If I hadnt been complaining.
I wish I can stop you,
From doing what I did,
But how can I, when I'm paralysed.
From the toes till my hip.
I jumped from the top,
Of a five storey building,
I hit the ground,
But my heart kept beating.
They rushed me to the hospital,
Attempted suicide, the nurse said.
The doctor looked at me sadly,
He knew my fate even before I did.
I saw my mother,
Weeping profusely,
My father was stronger,
He tried to save me.
But not even the best of doctors,
or the strongest of medicines,
Could undo my mistakes,
And make me walk once again.
So for the rest of my life now,
I'll meet more people like you,
And to them I'll say,
What I've just told you.
I have a story to tell,
One that you should listen,
Its not about a boy or a girl,
It's about me and my decisions...
06 December 2008
Read This...Or Else You're Cursed!
Let me ask you a question:
How many times have you received an email which asks you to do something, or else face the consequences? How many times have you been told to forward a mail to these many people, or else have bad luck for countless number of years? How many times have you been cursed to…die?
And still, you’re reading this blog, aren’t you?
I don’t get it. Which pea brained retard actually thought that people would die if they didn’t forward emails or do as they were told? Maybe all this was actually started by a witch or a voodoo magician. Well, if that’s the case, it looks like his powers aren’t working anymore.
Look at the statistics. Most of you have been online for around four years now. You receive such kind of mails atleast once a month. That means you’ve been cursed to have bad luck or death or leprosy (or whatever it is that they’ve cursed you for), atleast 48 times.
Don’t you think it should have worked atleast once by now?
Now here’s what really irritates me. I don’t mind the jobless, completely insane people who actually click “Compose Mail”, and then go through the entire creative process just to bring out this kind of emails. What I do mind, are those even more jobless people, who read such mails, then click the “Forward Mail” button, and then send it to all their contacts.
I’m assuming you’re one of them. Cmon, if you can do such a silly thing, you can definitely comment on my blog more often, cant you? Or should I curse you to have a lifetime of bad luck?
Let me give you an alternative. You know how you get those sick mails in which they say, “Hey, You are my friend. Send this mail to all your friends. If I am one of them, send this mail to me. If you get 10 mails, you’re popular. If you get 7 to 9 mails, you’re….”.
Instead of ignoring these kind of mails, do something different. The next time you see your friend online, or in school, or anywhere else, go up to him or her, and tell them how good they are. Don’t flatter them. Just let them know how you feel about them.
If you’re a guy whose afraid what other guys might think of you, just say what John Abraham said to Abhishek Bachan before he hugged him: “Dude, don’t take this the wrong way, but I love you!”.
Let your friends know how special they are to you. If you don’t do that, I’m sorry, but I really don’t think you’ll have bad luck in your life. But you know what? If you do this….you’re life’s going to be a lot better than it already is. That, I’m sure of…
How many times have you received an email which asks you to do something, or else face the consequences? How many times have you been told to forward a mail to these many people, or else have bad luck for countless number of years? How many times have you been cursed to…die?
And still, you’re reading this blog, aren’t you?
I don’t get it. Which pea brained retard actually thought that people would die if they didn’t forward emails or do as they were told? Maybe all this was actually started by a witch or a voodoo magician. Well, if that’s the case, it looks like his powers aren’t working anymore.
Look at the statistics. Most of you have been online for around four years now. You receive such kind of mails atleast once a month. That means you’ve been cursed to have bad luck or death or leprosy (or whatever it is that they’ve cursed you for), atleast 48 times.
Don’t you think it should have worked atleast once by now?
Now here’s what really irritates me. I don’t mind the jobless, completely insane people who actually click “Compose Mail”, and then go through the entire creative process just to bring out this kind of emails. What I do mind, are those even more jobless people, who read such mails, then click the “Forward Mail” button, and then send it to all their contacts.
I’m assuming you’re one of them. Cmon, if you can do such a silly thing, you can definitely comment on my blog more often, cant you? Or should I curse you to have a lifetime of bad luck?
Let me give you an alternative. You know how you get those sick mails in which they say, “Hey, You are my friend. Send this mail to all your friends. If I am one of them, send this mail to me. If you get 10 mails, you’re popular. If you get 7 to 9 mails, you’re….”.
Instead of ignoring these kind of mails, do something different. The next time you see your friend online, or in school, or anywhere else, go up to him or her, and tell them how good they are. Don’t flatter them. Just let them know how you feel about them.
If you’re a guy whose afraid what other guys might think of you, just say what John Abraham said to Abhishek Bachan before he hugged him: “Dude, don’t take this the wrong way, but I love you!”.
Let your friends know how special they are to you. If you don’t do that, I’m sorry, but I really don’t think you’ll have bad luck in your life. But you know what? If you do this….you’re life’s going to be a lot better than it already is. That, I’m sure of…
05 December 2008
A Night of Make-up, Ketchup, and Friendship!
For the sake of my readers, let me tell you that this post, is going to be unbelievably long...
Yesterday, 4th December, 2008, was one the most memorable days of my life. It was the day when my friends and I staged the play, "Julius Caesar", for our school's annual day.
Everything started in the typical excited fashion. We began wearing our costumes, some looking awkward, others looking better than normal. It was good to see Senators wear loose fitting robes along with a satin clothe draped around their bodies. The Guards looked like guards. The fishermen almost looked like real fishermen, thanks entirely due to their fishing nets.
That's when things went upside down a little. Our slighty overzeleous Makeup man, decided to - literaly - give us a new look. Funny looking guys were turned into brooding, fake beard donning men. Those who were supposed to look arrogant (for example Caesar himself)....ended up looking like a cute, entirely harmless, grown up doll.
Still, with layers of make up stuck to our faces, and lipstick on our lips (oh yes, even Caesar liked to dress up as a girl, it seems..), we were ready to put up our final show.
One thing remained....the blood that was needed in the assasination scene. That, would be courtesy of Heinz Tomato Ketchup, it turned out. The ingenious idea, was to put an unsealed packet of Tomato Ketchup, beneath my robe, so that the first evil Senator who stabs me (with a fake plastic knife, mind you), would splatter ketchup over my robe. Ta ta`, we would get a blood soaked Caesar!
It was a risky deal, though. What if the ketchup packet fell off my robe, and landed on the stage floor? Meaning when they stab me, I would step on the ketchup. It would be quite distrubing if Caesar's feet started bleeding when they stabbed his chest.
Yet, everything went well. The ketchup oozed out slowly, so that by the time they were done with me, there was ketchup all over my chest. That was fine. The problem started when I lay on the floor, pretending to be dead. Do you know how repulsive it is to smell ketchup, literally under your nose?
I think I developed a dislike for ketchup after that. There was ketchup all over the robe. Some wiseguy wanted to get some french fries...
But the best part of the play, was what happened after it was over. We all headed to the green room, and with half removed beards, messsed up makeup, and a little bit of ketchup remaining, rejoiced at the success of the play.
That's what struck me the most. It took around two months of regular practices and extra time at school, just to put up this play of ours. Yet, during that time, a lot of things changed. People who barely knew each others names, became friends. Guys who had a mutual dislike towards each other, began laughing together. We became closer, better friends.
And that's what lasts. The make up is washed off within a few hours. The stink of ketchup dies down within a few days. But the friendships we've made. They're just going to get better...
I would like to thank everyone who made this experience memorable. Thanks for the memories, guys!
Yesterday, 4th December, 2008, was one the most memorable days of my life. It was the day when my friends and I staged the play, "Julius Caesar", for our school's annual day.
Everything started in the typical excited fashion. We began wearing our costumes, some looking awkward, others looking better than normal. It was good to see Senators wear loose fitting robes along with a satin clothe draped around their bodies. The Guards looked like guards. The fishermen almost looked like real fishermen, thanks entirely due to their fishing nets.
That's when things went upside down a little. Our slighty overzeleous Makeup man, decided to - literaly - give us a new look. Funny looking guys were turned into brooding, fake beard donning men. Those who were supposed to look arrogant (for example Caesar himself)....ended up looking like a cute, entirely harmless, grown up doll.
Still, with layers of make up stuck to our faces, and lipstick on our lips (oh yes, even Caesar liked to dress up as a girl, it seems..), we were ready to put up our final show.
One thing remained....the blood that was needed in the assasination scene. That, would be courtesy of Heinz Tomato Ketchup, it turned out. The ingenious idea, was to put an unsealed packet of Tomato Ketchup, beneath my robe, so that the first evil Senator who stabs me (with a fake plastic knife, mind you), would splatter ketchup over my robe. Ta ta`, we would get a blood soaked Caesar!
It was a risky deal, though. What if the ketchup packet fell off my robe, and landed on the stage floor? Meaning when they stab me, I would step on the ketchup. It would be quite distrubing if Caesar's feet started bleeding when they stabbed his chest.
Yet, everything went well. The ketchup oozed out slowly, so that by the time they were done with me, there was ketchup all over my chest. That was fine. The problem started when I lay on the floor, pretending to be dead. Do you know how repulsive it is to smell ketchup, literally under your nose?
I think I developed a dislike for ketchup after that. There was ketchup all over the robe. Some wiseguy wanted to get some french fries...
But the best part of the play, was what happened after it was over. We all headed to the green room, and with half removed beards, messsed up makeup, and a little bit of ketchup remaining, rejoiced at the success of the play.
That's what struck me the most. It took around two months of regular practices and extra time at school, just to put up this play of ours. Yet, during that time, a lot of things changed. People who barely knew each others names, became friends. Guys who had a mutual dislike towards each other, began laughing together. We became closer, better friends.
And that's what lasts. The make up is washed off within a few hours. The stink of ketchup dies down within a few days. But the friendships we've made. They're just going to get better...
I would like to thank everyone who made this experience memorable. Thanks for the memories, guys!
02 December 2008
Revisiting Taare Zameen Par
I recently had the good fortune to once again see "Taare Zameen Par", the masterpiece of filmmaking by Aamir Khan. And though the movie still awes me the way it did almost one year ago, this time around, I realised some of the most important messages which the movie gives us.
As Aamir Khan stands in Ishant Avasthi's living room, looking out through the window, his words reflect a bitter reality:
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As Aamir Khan stands in Ishant Avasthi's living room, looking out through the window, his words reflect a bitter reality:
"Everyone wants to grow toppers and rankers in their homes. Everyone wants the No.1 position. Doctors, Engineers, Management; anything less than that is unacceptable. 95.5%, 95.6, 95.7. Everyone's busy counting the marks. Isnt it? Please, think about it. Every child has his own qualities, own expertise, own desire. But no, everyone is busy stretching the finger to make it long. Keep on doing that; no matter even if you break the fingers..."
We all know that this is how many parents - advertently or inadvertently - behave with their kids. But now, it looks like a new trend is emerging. Are we ourselves thinking this way? Are we becoming race horses, stuck in a never ending race? Sure, the world is competitive. There's no denying that studies are important. But to what extent? Arent there things greater than a report card or an MBA certificate?
Things like love, friendship, compassion? Maybe these may seem old fashioned to some of you. But sooner or later, when the race is finally over, what will remain? Certainly not your ranks and merits. They can only get you so far...
Watch Taare Zameen Par again if you have to. It will open your eyes, the way it did for me. And think of what Aamir Khan says. "We're busy stretching each finger, to make them longer. And we wont stop, even if the fingers finally break."
I hope that doesnt happen to us....
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01 December 2008
The "My-World-Generation"
I got a brillaint brain wave. In the following post, I'm going prove to you, how excatly, you are an egoistic, self centred, braggart. Excited! So am I...
So here goes...
Proof #1: MSN Display Names
Have you realised just how many people use MSN to complain, whine and show off about themselves? How many times have you read such Display Names like "Got 1st in (so and so competition)! Yippe!" or "Bought GMC Yukon!" or "92% in my Exams....yay!". My personal favourite is "Hurray! Finally got my own N95 mobile!".
Proof #2: Facebook Picture Albums
Am I the only one who finds it weird, or is uploading 50 pictures of a get together kind of stupid? Well, you could justify by saying that those pictures hold a lot of memories, and hence, must be shared. Fine. What about those 30 to 60 picture albums....of ONE person? And most of them taken when the self centered author is wearing the same clothes? That, according to me, is more than just cherishing memories.
Proof #3: Inboxes and Contacts
I've never actually wanted to be friends with a complete stranger from Tokyo. But some people really do think that's cool. What's more, they seem to think the amount of emails they receive (doesnt matter if 95% of them are forwards....and the other 5% are spam!), really shows how popular they are. And I'm sure you've come across people in Facebook and Orkut who tell you something like : "Hey, I'm your best friend's brother's classmate...ADD ME PLEASE!". To them, the number of contacts or "friends" they have...really does matter.
Proof #4: Blogs and Bloggers
For those of you who are thinking that I'm pointing the finger at others, here's the last proof. Some people create a blog (or half a dozen of them) and then go around asking others to comment. Even when there is nothing respectable to comment about. Here's where I'm guilty as charged.
But hey, whoever said we were perfect right? It'll be fun to know how many of you are like me, part of the "My-World-Generation". Where everything is about "I, Me or Mine". So do let me know through the comment box. Comments criticising this post, are welcome. Doesnt mean they'll be displayed, ofcourse!
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So here goes...
Proof #1: MSN Display Names
Have you realised just how many people use MSN to complain, whine and show off about themselves? How many times have you read such Display Names like "Got 1st in (so and so competition)! Yippe!" or "Bought GMC Yukon!" or "92% in my Exams....yay!". My personal favourite is "Hurray! Finally got my own N95 mobile!".
Proof #2: Facebook Picture Albums
Am I the only one who finds it weird, or is uploading 50 pictures of a get together kind of stupid? Well, you could justify by saying that those pictures hold a lot of memories, and hence, must be shared. Fine. What about those 30 to 60 picture albums....of ONE person? And most of them taken when the self centered author is wearing the same clothes? That, according to me, is more than just cherishing memories.
Proof #3: Inboxes and Contacts
I've never actually wanted to be friends with a complete stranger from Tokyo. But some people really do think that's cool. What's more, they seem to think the amount of emails they receive (doesnt matter if 95% of them are forwards....and the other 5% are spam!), really shows how popular they are. And I'm sure you've come across people in Facebook and Orkut who tell you something like : "Hey, I'm your best friend's brother's classmate...ADD ME PLEASE!". To them, the number of contacts or "friends" they have...really does matter.
Proof #4: Blogs and Bloggers
For those of you who are thinking that I'm pointing the finger at others, here's the last proof. Some people create a blog (or half a dozen of them) and then go around asking others to comment. Even when there is nothing respectable to comment about. Here's where I'm guilty as charged.
But hey, whoever said we were perfect right? It'll be fun to know how many of you are like me, part of the "My-World-Generation". Where everything is about "I, Me or Mine". So do let me know through the comment box. Comments criticising this post, are welcome. Doesnt mean they'll be displayed, ofcourse!
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"What's Up With Your Hairstyle?"
One day, I was sitting in class, talking with my buddies, when one particular wiseguy stops talking, and looks at my hair (as though expecting a squirrel to pop out). After a moment's pause, he asks me.
"What's up with your hair?"
Now what am I supposed to reply to that?
"Oh, nothing. He's just pissed off with me today. He wanted me to use the conditioner instead of hair gel..."
Instead, I asked nervously. "Err...what's wrong with it?"
He looks at my hair, as though hesitant to break the bad news to me. "Well....you know...it's just...so weird!" And before I knew it, everyone else who was talking to me starts conducting a workshop on how to critically analyse my hairstyle.
Now, I do know that I possess an unbelievable horrible hairstyle. But cmon, some people just arent lucky enough. And it's not like I havent tried to correct it.
Till my 12th year of existence, I never had any problem with my hairstyle. That was because till then, I had the default hairstyle (the one I was born with). But for some reason, I decided to change my hairstyle, and from then onwards the problem began.
So what does a 21st century, television watching, self conscious boy like me do? I try to use all types of hair gels available to contain my hairstyle. And you wouldnt believe the amount of hair gels they produce nowadays.
What's the difference between Strong Hold and Mega Hold? How is Wet Look so different from Soft Look? And worst of all....why doesnt any of these gels work on my hair?
So unless they invent a new gel that has "Unbelievable Hold", or until I go completely bald, I'll still have to hear people say.
"What's up with your hairstyle?"
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"What's up with your hair?"
Now what am I supposed to reply to that?
"Oh, nothing. He's just pissed off with me today. He wanted me to use the conditioner instead of hair gel..."
Instead, I asked nervously. "Err...what's wrong with it?"
He looks at my hair, as though hesitant to break the bad news to me. "Well....you know...it's just...so weird!" And before I knew it, everyone else who was talking to me starts conducting a workshop on how to critically analyse my hairstyle.
Now, I do know that I possess an unbelievable horrible hairstyle. But cmon, some people just arent lucky enough. And it's not like I havent tried to correct it.
Till my 12th year of existence, I never had any problem with my hairstyle. That was because till then, I had the default hairstyle (the one I was born with). But for some reason, I decided to change my hairstyle, and from then onwards the problem began.
So what does a 21st century, television watching, self conscious boy like me do? I try to use all types of hair gels available to contain my hairstyle. And you wouldnt believe the amount of hair gels they produce nowadays.
What's the difference between Strong Hold and Mega Hold? How is Wet Look so different from Soft Look? And worst of all....why doesnt any of these gels work on my hair?
So unless they invent a new gel that has "Unbelievable Hold", or until I go completely bald, I'll still have to hear people say.
"What's up with your hairstyle?"
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