'"Happy Diwali"'

Well a few ppl havent left ne kasar 2 mke it happy! Lives of millions in da hands of a handful of fanatics... Life cun be ne fairer! Sme ppl decorate der houses, others c dem shatter, Smewhere der r celebrations goin on n at others mournin, sme offer flowers to idols others 2 dead corpses. Ol I cn say is dat as i hear da crackers burst outside m reminded of dose blasts.. Curse dose responsibe! Why did dey do it? Hw cud dey do it. Do i 1ce agen console maself by sayin ol why's donot have n ans, da Q izn dat hw cn sum1 do it, da facts dat sum1s dun it. Bt dis time it duzn seem 2 work.. All dos injured, all dose hurt n ol dose dead.... Wot was der fault.. Why did dey have 2 fall prey 2 da madness of a few misguided fools. R dose lyin in pain in da hospitals agonized by da sounds of crackers, duz all da lite 2day remind dem of fire, all da sound of screams n all da laughter of der life b4 dis terrible fate n grieve dem more. N its nt jus dem.. der frenz.. der family..

Ever since a kid ur taught - Diwali is da festval of lites. It marks d end of toil. Today u worship ganesha n Lakshmi -Lord Ganesha cures ol ur hurdles n Goddess Lakshmi brings prosperity. As a child I'v always pictured Diwali as lite, crackers, rangoli, fun, laughter, celebrations..
N dats hw i pictred it til bout a week bac. N den suddenly sum1 ruins da img. N i gess dats xactly wot dey wanted...

Bt have dey actually succeeded?
Dese blasts have caused alot of destruction - both of life n property. If dis gives em satisfaction let em think agen.. da blasts have nt bin able 2 uproot da virtues every indian bears in his heart.. India still stands united, as strong n steady as ever.
Al da lite 2day is 2 show dem u havent succeeded.. Crackers roar n thunder 2 warn dem dun u dare do dis agen.. V will oppose u, fite u n defeat u at every step!

I agree dey have affected me bt at da same time instillled even stronger feelings for my country n countrymen.
Da mourning is transitory.. N our determination firmer dan eva b4. Hu r v 2 distinguish b/w hindus n muslims wen 'Ram' is in 'Ramzaan' n 'Ali' in 'Diwali'.

May 2day illiminate ol hearts n enlighten ol minds.
May everyone wake up n c da lite of gudwil, luv, trust, peace n unity.
Happy Diwali!

Best wishes,
Rachita

Someone Was Following Her....

I read Tell Me Your Dreams by Sydney Sheldon. And the book was just amazing. It had just everything in it - murder, mystry, twists and surprises .



In the book, Ashley Patterson committed 5 brutal murders - murdered 5 men and castrated them! But the irony of the situation was, she hadn't even met two of the men who were murdered and for the other three men, she was terribly disturbed by their fate. She had no motive for killing them. Atleast she thought so....

On the contrary, the police had all the proof they needed to put her behind bars and have her prosecuted. The DNA traces found on the bodies and the fingerprints found on all the 5 bodies (found in different parts of the world) belonged to one single person and that person was Ashley Patterson.

The defendent Ashley Patterson had MPD or Multiple Personality Disorder. The murders had been committed by her but it wasn't Ashley doing it, it was Toni, her alter. And Toni was very good friends with Alette. Who's Alette? Not a person but another of Ahley's Alters.(A person suffering from MPD can have as many as 100 alters). Toni and Alette knew each other and talked to each other. But Ashley was completely unaware that they existed. All this was discovered after hypnosis by Dr Salem (a psychiatrist). So her case was plead by David Singer (His mom's life was saved by Ashley's father, a renowned doctor) on da grounds of "Not Guilty and Not Guilty by the reason of insanity."

Though almost impossible, the case was won (Satya Meva Jayate) and Ashley patterson was shifted to a mental hospital. There, after years and years of psychiatic treat ment she was cured.

Cause of MPD is suppose to be Child hood Trauma so horrible, the pain so unbearable that it has to be split off (dissociated) from the host's consciousness and lodged in the alters (MPD is also called DID i.e Dissociative Identity Disorder)

In Ashley's case, as an infant, she had been sexually abused by her own father and hence her two alters - Alette and Toni(Antoniette) were born (Alters generally have the same initials). Alette was the sensitive one, good at painting and dominated by Toni. Toni was the aggressive one, good at singing. (As a kid, Ashley's mom dispised her and critisised her music and painting. When Ashley had told her mom about her father, she had refused to believe her)
When Ashley was possessed by either of her Alters, she had no knowledge of what was happening, and about those time periods, her memory was blank. The two other men, whom Ashley claimed not to know, one was Toni's friend and the other Alette's. All the 5 men had tried to sexually assault Ashley/ Alette/ Toni. At this point all the childhood memories had resurfaced - Toni taking over and murdering each of the 5 men - giving them what she thought they deserved.

To cure MPD, patients have to be hypnotised. The psychiatrist trys to talk to talk to the alters to learn why they were born. He/She trys to get all of them to talk to each other, including the persn who's alters they are . They have to reach an understanding, a consensus. And when that is achieved, the person is cured.

It was a good experience reading the book. It has been very metticulously written and each minute detail has been taken care of. The murder trial has been described very well and so is the treatment. Sheldon has also mentined the names and addresses of organisations working with MPD. While reading the book, i got completely involved. I started reading it right after I came back from my medical coaching and just couldn't drop the book before I finished it. I read it late into the night so it got a bit scary while reading through her psychiatric treatment but it was fine.

I too personally aspire to be a psychiatrist (After all, I would have an insight into my patient's problems ;) ) Isn't it astonishing the way the human mind works, the way it thinks and the way it controls. People acknowledge the hearts peculiarity but few appreciate the wonders the mind can work. The mind isn't just practical - it has a wild imagination leaping over all boundries which can be both- constructive or destructive. It has a conscious level, and a sub-conscios level and a super-concious level all waiting to be explored. It is very difficult to understand the human heart and even more difficult to analyse the way the human mind is working. You never know what might prop up next. Thoughts come unbidden.

Thoughts....Pouring down like rain.... They drench me.... Sometimes with happiness and at others with sorrow. They are unpredictable, coming just any day. It doesn't bother them that I have chores to do. It doesn't bother them if they aren't welcome when they are coming. And it doesn't bother them that they might distress me. At the same time, how do I complain, when I await them endlessly.... They bring me respite when the life has been too dry and they nurture me, helping me grow with every drop. They help me collect my self together, making me more mature. They dive deep into my heart, and alone know what lies beneath.How do I complain, if I thrive on them, and them alone being real for me. Yet I warn myself, they might not be true, however real they might seem.

Ciao for now,
Raspberry ;)

Il Ennuyeux I-]

Well its been a long time n i havent posted. Hardly have anything to write . So "Statutary warning: read ahead at your own risk, the content is boring"


Here are a "FEW" synonyms for boring!


Arid


Blah



Banausic


Bromidic


Bummer


Cloying


Colorless


Dingy


Dismal


Doleful


Drab


Drag


Drudging


Dull


Flat


Flavourless


Gray


Grungy


Hackneyed


Ho hum


Humdrum


Insipid


Interminable


Irksome


Jejune


Lifeless


Mat


Monotonous


Moth-eaten


Murky


Muted


Pablum


Phlegmatic


Platitudinous


Plebeian


Prolic


Prosaic


Prosy


Repetitious


Routine


Seneile


Servile


Soporofic


Spiritless


Squaresville


Stagnant


Staid


Stale


Stereotyped


Stodgy


Stuffy


Stupid


Sycophantic


Tame


Tedious


Threadbare


Tiresome


Trite


Unanimated


Unexciting


Uninspired


Unvaried


Vapid


Wearisome

Zero



Special thanks to thesaurus.reference.com without which it just wasn't possible to write this entry.



Well if u think it was easy, it was highly boring. browsed through all the THIRTY entries. And all the words aren't from a single entry, though most are from the first one, to add the rest, i read the rest of 29 entries. And also, I had to press enter after every word my self and had to make all the first letters of every word capital my self. I ain't bragging, only saying that i worked hard for the entry. Can' t really help it if I cant think of anything interesting right now!



In a futile attempt to make it interesting (*Ahem*), while you comment, also choose your favourite synonym for "boring" My fave is "humdrum" Oh, and also - you can't repeat!



My medical coaching starts again tomorrow and I haven't studied anything!



Ciao (*yawns*)


Rachita

PS After publishing, i realised line breaks weren't coming, so all the
BR tags were inserted manually!

OoO RounD & RounD OoO

I see it! Its fascinating! Its coming near! Too close.... And it moves round and round. Then flys away along a tangent.... Now it comes back.... Resuming its circular motion. It moves round and round and round and round and round.... It strarts fading.... then becomes clearer and moves round and round and round and round.... It again starts becoming hazy and it starts moving away... furthur and furhthur.... still furthur and it starts fading once again.... Its fading and then it suddenly becomes clear.... Clear, clearer and clearer still.... My heads dizzy!

What was this?!!?
Dun ask me,
Rachita

AnSwErS !i!

#1. The man is (of course) a dwarf.

#2. The man had jumped from a plane but his parachute had failed to open. It is the unopened package.

#3. They were two of a set of triplets (or quadruplets etc.)

#4. A square manhole cover can be turned and dropped down the diagonal of the manhole. A round manhole cannot be dropped down the manhole. So for safety and practicality, all manhole covers should be round.

#5. The man had visited his wife in hospital. She was on a life-support machine. As he was walking down the stairs all the lights went out. There had been a power cut and the emergency back-up systems had failed. He knew that she had died

#6. Only once! After that u subtract 2 from 20 and so on..

#7. They were mother daughter and grandmother !


"Never expect.... But that doesn't mean stop hoping....
Hope.... but that doesn't mean stop preparing! "

Congrats everyone : ) ! (X board result's declared!)
Rachita

ThinKinG WiTh A DiFFeReNcE

I found a few lateral thinking puzzles. You will have to think unconventionally if you want to understand the hows, the whys and the whereofs of these puzzles. These situations are wierd (like me ; ) ) but when you will hear the answers you will want to kick yourself for not working it out your self! You can ask questions (I inserted a tagboard : ) ) , but they can only be answered in "yes", "no" or "irrelevant".So be ready to rattle your brain!!!

#1. A man lives on the 10th floor of a building. Every day he takes the elevator to go down to the ground floor to go to work or to go shopping.When he returns, he takes the elevator to the 7th floor and walks up the stars to reach his appartment on the 10th floor. He hates walking, so why does he do it?


#2.A man is lying dead in a field. Next to him there is an unopened package. There is no other creature on the field. How did he die?


#3.A woman had two sons who were born on the same day of the same year. But they are not twins. How could this be so?


#4.Why is it better to have round manhole covers than square ones?


#5.A man was walking downstairs in a building when he suddenly realised that his wife had just died. How?


#6.How many times can you subtract the no. 2 from the no. 22?


#7.One day two mothers and two daughters went shopping for shes. Their shopping spree was successful-each bought a pair of shoes, and all together, they had three pairs. How is this possible?

These kind of puzzles teach you to check your asuptions about any stuation.You have to be open minded, flexible and creative and also put lots of different clues and pieces of information together to reach a feasible solution. This is lateral thinking!


"Life comes up with something strange and I wonder why? Things go terribly wrong, without any intentions of doing any harm, and I wonder How? I think again and then I understand..... Its all for a good cause! "


Answers in the next post. Keep guessing till then!!!

C ya laterzzz
Rachita

---{-@ DAS HERZ - FATHOM.... @-}---

”The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.” – Hellen Keller

The heart – a very peculiar thing, isn’t it. Makes you do what you don’t want to do. Yet it is what you want to do [Sounds crazy!]. I think, feel, see and hear with my heart – for me it is all my senses. Weird, I know, but that’s how I am. Can't really help it.

The heart – an ocean, with its depth and all its secrets. Reflecting all – the blues of the sky, light of the sun and the freedom of the birds. At the same time drowning an entire world beneath it. You can peer over it and see it all – but it seems unapproachable - so big. Or is it that you are too small. All a matter of perception.

Was browsing through my files on the computer and found this. I had written it long time back - perhaps for today....


IN MY HEART

There deep in my heart,
There is a hope for success,
A desire to win
A goal to achieve,
A thought to follow,
A path to take,
A truth to tell,
A lie to confess,
A dream to fulfill,
A promise to make,
A woe to forget,
A happiness to express,
A feeling to share,
A burden to carry,
And a prince charming ,
who is waiting somewhere,
for me.

There deep in the heart, there is a special place where all the dreams, wishes and hopes reside.... the secrets dwell.... where you 'live'.... and a special key is required to access it....

The mood’s weird these days – there’s so much to do, yet so less, so much time, yet the moments seem to slip by, so many reasons to rejoice yet the heart sighs….

“Who looks outside dreams, who looks inside awakens.” – Carl Jung

The answers are all here.... Look within you.

Ciao,
Rachita

Long Time No See!!!

Well, It has actually been a long long time after my long long post. But I was suffering from a 'blogger's block'. Just to update - school had started and school has ended. It was highly boring (And I thought "Boredom" was to end with "boardom"). The only reason I was going was Basket ball . Ah, and also after school many a times us friends went out for a movie etc so it wasn't that bad. The last week in school was great fun. We had intersection matches, picnics, etc etc. So it sort of compensated for the previous weeks (in which our school, in vain, was tryin to teach us all the streams). Whatever it was - now its vacations (I don't know whether I should be happy or sad about it).

Anyways....
I wrote this one for Kanika, so I thought I'd just post it.

Friend, what do I say- you reading my thoughts and giving them words
Giving my lost voice speech.

Friend, how do I express- the joy of seeing u HERE,
Your mere presence vanishing my woes.

Friend, how do I thank – for those kind gestures,
Those which sweetened my soul.

Friend, How do I write- the words too less to express
All the respect and affection for you that I feel.

"In the cookies of life, friends are the chocolate chips"

Have a sweet day/Have sweet dreams
Rachita