Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?

Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Sometimes I Feel Like Possessing An Aladdin’s Lamp!

Like everybody I love to dream. It’s an inspiring feeling to imagine a dreamy life full of magic. I think I am loosing the power of imagination. I still remember my college days when I use to be a complete brat. But time molds everyone. After a brief stint in travel writing in one of the best travel agencies I shifted to another world of advertising. The level of creative satisfaction differs though in both my jobs but I am learning a lot everyday.

From the past two years I am slogging to find my way and I am still discovering things. Everyday when I come back to my room, I start thinking about a life of magic and dreams. I try to transform my life into an easy existence. I strive to forget every bad happening and seek to recollect the moment of joy. I talk to my loved ones.

The idea of possessing an Aladdin’s lamp always captivated me. I love to flaunt a life with full power. Some fictional characters such as the invisible man, super man and now Aladdin keeps on fascinating me with their unique superpowers. My love for fairytale rejuvenates everyday and I try to mold my existence with them. I remain unaffected by any materialism and accomplish a situation of pure nirvana.

I am writing about this because everyone craves for something in their life which remains unfulfilled but the ability to shape your lives according to your emotions is what matters. Lately I have learnt the art of living a blissful life by creating an illusionary world around me.

Here, I have my companions and my enemies, I have my powers and my weaknesses, but luckily I don’t have anything to lose.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Surrealistic Childhood!

When we were kids, I and my sister use to discuss new words. She was no-doubt a genius with her words. She can mold sentences into exquisite poems but she never use to write them. She is basically a card person. I still remember her collection of cards. She loves to preserve them with extreme care. We use to share our hostel life experiences together. One day she was telling me about a boy whom she saw in a drizzly day. He was humming his favorite song, summer of 69. She told me that the boy was wearing a grey t-shirt. He was some sort of a mystery to her because of his eerie smile. She failed to catch him after that day but the word which was written behind his t-shirt will stay with me for the rest of my life.

The magic and the speculation related with the word "Dejavu" is nothing less than a maze. The more you try to get into it, the more perplex it looks. I have tried to capture every nuances of this interesting phenomenon in my orkut community which can be easily reached by clicking onto the below link.

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