Number of States in India & USA

The other day just thought about How many states are there in USA? I think fifty states and a federal district. At the same time question popped in my head about my own country on How many states and territories are there in India? 28 states and 7 territories.

I know it is very shameful, but you see it has been changing and merging and so on; so it becomes really difficult to remember forever, anyway! I think, will remember it for a while and ask friends for the same, hopefully someone will surely know about it. 

The Day the Music Died

On 3rd of Feb 1959, some of the most sensational artists were swallowed by air plane crash. RIP  Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. "The Big Bopper" Richardson, Roger Peterson - The Day the Music Died !!

Music Never Dies ~

Good Morning! My Love

Firstly, I have no Idea why blog was protected for last few months and it's too old for me to remember the real deal about it and to all my readers I profusely apologize about my weird-ass act. Anyway, whatever it means...

Yes, life is fantastic, personally as well professionally. I'm away from playing sports, which I miss immensely. However, I'm writing about sports and not just typical 'Football' or over-hyped religion of Indian sports lovers 'Cricket' but more than that.

I may not have said this earlier or perhaps I don't recollect of sharing my opinion about others sports but I've enjoyed playing Tennis, Rugby, Badminton, Hockey, Basketball; I've been a runner, have broken my jaw in hurdles, twisted ankle while practicing long jump and high. Disc throw and I used to be a spectacular swimmer of course all in my hay days.

People who have seen my earlier in my distinct sportsmanship days say I was a jerk because I didn't continue playing further when I was doing well in some many sports. My reaction for a very long remained silent with few nod of my confused head. I knew what was my challenges but I'd extremely pleased if anyone walks into me for the assistance about the sports. 

I remember this kid called Vikram. I had fondly Baptist him the great Wasim Akram for this ability to read batsman and bowl jaw-breaking lengths. Unfortunately his father who was an investment banker wanted him to become an engineer and this pressure of studies kept him away from the game, which Vikram always wanted. A typical Indian kid's dream of those early nineties I'd say.

Now when I look back at this age where I'm entering my thirties (on September The 18th to be precise), I think something else was dominating my life and I'd be unfair to single out family issues but yes, most of the bulk consisted sum of it. I'm certainly proud of it because when I see my life over all, I'd think life is well-balanced by the amount of my own risk and i.e. 98% of my decisions. So, I've no rights to question anything else but just my own insights about gazing at certain aspects of my life.

Otherwise those who would like to read more on my views about sports I write by the name Peculiarblend and all posts are done by me.

Thank you and I'd be back again with some jolly good details soon... 

Moody Confused Lot

My traveling habits are quite an exceptional ones. They stays when I'm left alone on my own and the moment I get someone along with me, be it mentally or physically, knowingly or unknowingly, the magic starts running away from the muse of my journey and I do not like it.

Who are you? There came a question, as I wrote the previous para. Answering to that,"Would it matter, if I say , everything that you might, perhaps never ever imagine? In fact, would recommend do not even try, you'll be wasting your efforts and probably time as well."

You have two options here, one is it's not in your hand to understand anyone, not because you can't or you don't care, but because the person is confused about lots of ideas, thoughts, acts and gimmicks. Pretty blunt but yes.

Confused mind, take decisions and they switch off and swing the other way around. The reader of the mind, thinks the person in question is a case of crazy complexities. And, this point is as valid as when people do shit lot of things and tries to escape from the odd situations of life, they end up admitting and expressing things in a haste or with frustrations like, "You know what? I am a very moody person and you got to understand, sometimes!"

Few considers pleading and apologizing is an easy way to make other person feel better and expect them to accept the same excuse again and again. Always! It's a suffering for both the parties. One thinks "I fail to understand you" and the other "I hate my moody nature!"

The bottom line is confusion seems like a curse by those who know it but can't explain it and by those who knows and knows how to admit as well. Why? Because honesty is considered as a good feature in human beings, however mostly, truth is not taken in a sportingly manner or rather in the positive spirit. In most respect, people do not like to get criticized, be it public or in personal. If truth is accepted. It's good for those who admits and it clears their guilt forever. In return, you have to face consequences and you better get prepared for it, come what may.

I am most certainly trying to categorize nature of moody confused lot like myself. So, that those who love or hate us, can easily psychoanalyze our actions. Get it? Yeah!! OK! Then.

Sorry but it's life

Lately I have been little busy and I love this blog, no matter how these content and words seem like but these are the memories of my days, when I had no one but just them with me. I am writing many other things and doing a lot of research on various subjects that includes sports, current affairs, unemployment and playing litle role in other forums and websites.

Few are paying to do so and others are just too good and that's all about it. I still read newspapers, sing songs and whistle along with it, mostly when no one is around. I have not forgot many things that were disturbing me earlier but I have managed to find shine from life, perhaps not too bright but fairly visible enough to get back with my life happily. Alas!!

I am very happy that that I'm no longer picturing my life with the notes of the music & pulling out meaning out of someone else's lyrical fantasies. People write things in various state of mind and we do not need to wear everything that's been ever written. Yes! That's me again. I used chase meaning behind many things but somethings are better, when accepted as it is!

I'm on call, catch you later! 

Is the greed of technology butchering your life?

"Is the greed of technology butchering your life?"

                There was a time, when people had this habit of jotting down their emotions and list of things that had happened to them on a piece of paper. This reminds us about the nostalgic thing called Diary. However, I think it was one of those early marketing gimmicks to sell your dreams to yourself in a more logical manner. It gave birth to journals, it spread like a fire, and frankly, we embraced it happily.

The brutality of temptation has a bittersweet element that triggers peculiar essence in our lives. I too wanted a diary to write and to ask someone to write about what people feel about me. Fortunately, having too many people around me was not my scene back in those days. Due to involvement in extra curricular activities, I had to be around people irrespective, but it was just for the time until we were along doing various acts. Namely, dance competitions, sports, skits, role-play. Deep down I was a shy kid.

The one of the first earliest find for me was about days, when I heard my father playing a stereo that had a cassette slot and an option to play radio along with it. We had a shop connected with our house. I was five years old. It was one of those thrilling experiences of my life, which I still cherish in my 30’s. Moreover, I remember as if it was yesterday. Being the youngest in the family had its edge until my eldest sister was married and as she delivered. I was not scoring much, as focus had shifted. Darn, its a wild world.

Television till-date has not attracted me much, just as much radio has and it still tops the list by far and I feel its one of the best gifts of technology to human.

I strongly agree other gadget that helps you to do various things that may be beneficial but I would like to share few points with you folks.

The New Planet called Internet and the world of its own.

Facebook:

You have 1000 friends wishing you happy birthday on the web or getting a hug in a real life.  The touch is missing of humanity, but you love it anyway, so good for you.

Twitter:

4700 followers retweets as you just tweet “What a wonderful world?” Yet loneliness still haunts you, when you can’t communicate (hear+talk+listen) with your loved ones who is with at your workplace or around your surrounding who needs you more than anything else, perhaps illusion drives you miles and delivers higher recognition, but is this all you need?

Youtube:

One million views on your video post, now that is viral is not it.

Can this capture the thrill of you walking with your memories around your school or brisk walk under the moon with the peace that ignites your heart with self less love?

In this age of iPhones, iPads and with this high rush of technologies aren’t we missing our days when we used to use postal services to wish our loved ones?  The days of love letters, as the postman was the hero and true messenger who used to narrow the gap of distance with their slow yet effective services. It has charm and connectivity of heart, the warmth and fragrance of time that nothing can still replicate the thrills of it.

PS: Pictures are taken from Google.

Stars Are Bad Influence On People!

Irrespective of how you think or dare to imagine Taj Mahal or Statue of Liberty? There are many things, that need not require, any fiddling by man kind. We've screwed up many already. Try not kill, every elegant gift of nature that are given to us. Directly or by any other means.

Following must be in a black and white and needs to be seen, as pure as it exists.
(not necessarily in the right or left order) Switch off your brain, or get ready to dance with madness of this wavering mind.

Blackboard in the class room and white chalk.
Stars and sky around the full moon night
Nails and hair.
Salt and pepper.
Family photographs.
Truth and lies.
Paper and pencil.
Darkness of the dawn, and brightness of the lonely mind.
Snow and Stones.
Smiles and Mysteries.
Present and histories of the dead.

Those burns that zeroed your imagination in the past, has refined you, as some cloud of happiness for a strangers like them and others like me..

Stars are bad influence.
It takes you away from you loved ones, but still the world can spot your shining. They'll appreciate you, for being high in a typical human perspective, they won't touch and feel your pain and distance of miles. Told, unsaid and lost in confusions of the big hard world.
Everyone knows you by one name, just called as a 'Star'. Feels as If you're losing your identity, among all the glitters, that blinds sublime beauty of it's existence.

You peel your skin and try leather for it.
Perhaps, that would ignite the real beauty in you. Hope this answers your quest, whether to see this world in a new colorful ways or let it be the 'word' to blind language, in connecting the of black and whites of our lives.