Back Space.

Undecided.

Quit. Period.

Esc.

:( or :) ?

Well, I'm confused. But it's okay.

Yes, I'm leaving Blogger. But 'course not blogging. I'm shifting to WP (Wordpress), much thanx to Shaarique Bhaiyya, who has been sweet enough to host me. For those who do not know him, let me tell you, he's always been an angel with a golden heart. ;)

Blogger has been my first love, rather, addiction. It's great in all the ways, but sometimes you need a change, and that's what I'm getting. I'm satisfied in all ways with Blogger (Kudos!) .

So then Bye...cya at the other end. :)

www.incognito.shaarique.com <-- my new residence :)

Any other hecky stuff, contact me.

<-- Back and Bugging!! --> ;)

I’m obliged to many of you, who kept visiting, revisiting and perhaps re-revisiting Elektric Heart© ( while I was gone...or rather as I want to call it, taken a sabbatical leave from blogosphere :)). I don’t wanna say I was busy, or I had nothing to seethe and blather about, or that I didn’t have a net connection, or that I was bored to tears...:D No. Because then I’d be lying...maybe not to you, but to myself. Yeah. See? How shinshere I am?

So let me tell you why I wasn’t blogging.

First, my parents. Thanks to the abundant charming little tales coming out in the dailies repeatedly about ‘weblogs’. Woman getting fired off her job because she wrote something against her boss. Girl ranting about her exquisiteness. Terrorists exchanging their foul stinking ideas through blogging. Man...uh...the list is endless. So, my parents decided there’s no more blogging for me. I don't really blame them... But right now, mercifully, the editorials, journalists and the media have moved on to better greener meadows and for the moment left us bloggers alone...and so I’m back...YAY! Everyone have a virtual cybereat (cyber treat) from me! Here You Go!

Then...the immeasurable enrapturing hypnotizing world of orkut :D. Now, I’ve again been doing rounds of blogosphere and I’ve seen how corny and clichéd this topic has become...everyone writing about his/her experience in orkut...about how dead some scraps are (wanna be f.r.e.n.z.?) and coming up with newer and more newer versions of orkut account hacking schemes, tips and guidelines :D. (Cheerios!) Again, many people mull over it as an ultimate time slayer :) and well, I’m one of them. But the untoward thing is that although I concede the fact orkut has, unfortunately, um...rather...ironitically (is that a word?) been one of my prime infatuations in the last few weeks. Damn it.

I’d been so entranced with this entire bloody orkut that seemingly it has affected my academics...my percentage, to be precise (yes, I’ve been reading Sherlock Holmes) but thankfully not my rank as the others have done equally rotten :DD YAYY! I was in luck...and ohh, so there’s another cybereat for you!

Anyway, this is my orkut. You can add me as a friend or just shut out...whatever...

I’m preventing myself from any further exposition on my exams...a typical person typically shuns talking about cataclysms.

More, I recently discovered Meebo.com. AHH! What a wonderful site! I know, I know, many of you are now ridiculing me that how much late I came to know of this site, but I couldn’t care less...I’ll discover the Web for myself and by myself. (And why leave of myself?)

Nearer home, Raunaq, who is now 1 and a half year old still can’t talk...doesn’t even say ‘didi’ or ‘baba’ just ‘ma’. Bassss. Aur kuch nahin...amma is very tensed about it and I think there’s a plan of taking him to a speech psychoanalyst next week. :((

My friends tell me that baby boys learn to speak a bit belated than do baby girls (who in turn are a tad late for walking, running :)) Boy!). And I’ve been telling this to amma for ages but she won’t listen.

Shreetama kakima has been reassuring her that her son, Sparrsh, learned to speak when he was 2 and a half...but she continues to be vexed for life!!

Guess what? I’m living on Maggi and 7-Up from yesterday :DD. The thing is that of late I’ve taught myself to cook Maggi and now whenever I get a chance I go make some Maggi. As it is, I’m very fond of it, but now that I’ve the autonomy to make a Maggi myself, I’m addicted ^^. (Bad, bad girl!). And for 7-Up, my dad got a big bottle of it yesterday and I won’t be satisfied till I finish it off (with a little help from Raunaq, who’s equally fixated :D). Mere saath rahna ka phal. :D. As for me, I really can make no discrepancy between Sprite and 7-Up and Mountain Dew (umm...this one I can I think, it’s a little yellowish).

Er...alright. That’s it from my desk :P. Tata. Ciao. Adieus. C u l. Umm...OK, my vocab is catastrophic and will take you to tears. :DD.

And if you are in the illusion that I'm working hard on it...you're alas mistaken.

I don’t intend to change...:P. Say whatever you can. I said whatever I can...or is it could?

Damn it.
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Beauty and The Teen

"I'm so ugly!"
"My freckles are terrible."
"I'm fat and to lose weight, I barely eat anything anymore."
"Why couldn't I just have been born beautiful?"
"I hate to go to school because I have to show my face to my friends."

These are the words of teenagers.

I see kids playing in the playground... Happy five-to-six-year-old children... laughing, giggling, smiling, sharing, bickering, enjoying... splashing in mud puddles, making sand castles, driving fantasy race cars... Oh if only everyone could be that happy and natural.

I see teenagers... examining themselves closely in the mirror, worrying that there is something wrong with the way they look... comparing themselves to their friends.

I see teenagers... dour, walking with their heads down so no one could see... hiding themselves... skipping meals... admiring pictures of supermodels that are splashed everywhere, wishing to look like them... closing up in their rooms... crying...

I'm sitting here, in front of my computer screen - just another teenager, sometimes having those same mind-sets - wondering... What happened? There has got to be something wrong... somewhere...

Why are little children so well-liked, why is it good to be a child at heart, why is it so that children seem the happiest with themselves, having no worries, being naive and genuine and not afraid to be themselves? Of course, a big part of it is just that they don't have to face the worrying yet - they could not do it and that is why their parents are there, to let them be kids. But still, most of it is in their "child's heart". They do not think about things like "appearances" and "model-bodies" and "looking good". They are accepted, because as young children, they are exposing to the world their true selves, never feigning or pretending. They are just, purely yet so prudently, being themselves, without even thinking about it. Don’t you wish to be among them?

When we grow older, we start to assemble around ourselves something that I like to call "layers", that are prejudiced and casted by the world outside us. When we are not small children anymore, we no more see the world from a small child's viewpoint where the axis of everything is just "feeling good". What is becoming more and more important to us when we begin to grow up is how we look like in the eyes of others, and what others may think about us. It is normal to start looking at the world and ourselves in a different way, as it is part of the growth - when we mature, we change.

But maybe we change just a little too much. I don't know why that happens - maybe the world around us has changed and is now moulding our layers too radically. But, when we find that we are no more happy, we, no matter what the reason, should realize that the change indeed was too deep-seated. And we need to go back. We should look under those layers, and bring to facade that little child inside us, the one that was blissful, without worries. And then we should have a talk with the child within us and learn from it. Learn a new way to look at our manifestation. One that is maybe not completely the "me-centered" way of a young child, but definitely not the "I-look-terrible" way either. A fresh system, something in between.
Everyone should do this... because, for some reason, almost no one is satisfied with the way she or he looks. And it really isn't the outside that needs change, but the way we look at ourselves. In this way, almost everyone is "conceited". Everyone is only focusing on how they look themselves, noticing so many things wrong with themselves. And when everyone is doing that, there should be nothing to worry about, since no one else will notice how you look, anyway. Appearances don't mean anything in life... The way you look is something you were born with, but it doesn't tell anything about the real you. We are so hard on ourselves when we look in the mirror, thinking everything looks off beam and gross...

But it doesn't. Have an easy smile on your face, and it lights up your whole reflection. Everyone is beautiful when they learn to be kind to themselves... Everyone who smiles is beautiful.... Everyone who gives a hug is beautiful... Everyone who loves is so beautiful that it can't be put into words.

Obsession with self-image is a terrible weakness. It makes one look at oneself instead of at the crisis. Exterior show is a meager proxy for inner merit. It’s a true fact that most of us work harder to seem happy that in actually requires for being happy. We try to debug our image rather that our selves. But we live in a world of pseudo-events, celebrities, dissolving forms and faint but overwhelming images, we mistake our shadows for our selves which seem more genuine than reality. We clutch at shadows as if they were matters, and slumber deepest while fancying ourselves most awake. It’s a million times better to emerge untrue before the world than to be untrue to us. Remember everything that glitters isn’t gold? Well, believe it or not, but it’s very proper. Many a rosy apple is putrid to the core. The world may seem to be better off than you…but things aren’t what they seem; or to be more precise, they aren’t only what they seem, but very much else besides. Trust me, don’t appear to others what you’re not. Remember God doesn’t judge us by our looks…they judge us by our heart.

Things are beautiful if you love them. In fact, everything is beautiful in this world…except what we ourselves think and do when we overlook the higher rationales of life and our own human decorum. According to Kahlil Gibran, beauty is when life unveils its holy face. It’s simply in the eye of beholder. Don’t try to be the person who only looks beautiful but are actually not. You know, some things are more beautiful when they’re left flawed than when too highly finished. An approach of demeanor, a standard of restraint, resilience and veracity can do wonders to make you beautiful. Beauty is the blossom of virtue, ethical element and desirable qualities. It doesn’t only address itself to sight, but also to hearing. Certain mishmash of words, music, melody, cadence, rhythms and harmony are much more than just beautiful. Minds that boost themselves above the sphere of sagacity to a higher order are sentient of beauty in the conduct of existence, in events, in characters, in the chase of the intelligence.

You know what this teenager, who has those same unhappy thoughts about her sometimes too, does now? She gets up from her chair... and she looks in her mirror. After staring at her mirror image for a minute - and who knows, maybe talking with that little child inside her… she finally gives in. She sighs and, tentatively at first but with more and more poise every jiffy, she lets a big smile stretch across her face. A fantastic heart makes a fantastic face…yeah?

Much better.

EXAMZ!

Till September 25...Period.

Few questions...

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Now for some thoughtful questions...

• If the sky is the limit, then what is space, over the limit?
• Are children who act in rated 'R' movies allowed to see them?
• Can you make a candle out of your earwax?
• Aren't the 'good things that come to those who wait' just the leftovers from the people that got there first?
• Can it be cloudy and foggy at the same time?
• "Cute as a button" Is that supposed to be a compliment? Since when are buttons cute?
• Are marbles made of marble?
• If you pay for a vacation and your plane crashes on the way there, do you get you money back? (Granted you lived)
• Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink what comes out"?
• Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken over there ... I'm gonna eat the first thing that comes out if its butt"?
• Isn't Disney World just a people trap operated by a mouse?
• If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
• Can you get cornered in a round room?
• Why don't the hairs on your arms get split ends?
• If an atheist has to go to court, do they make him swear on the Bible?
• How come we say 'It's colder than hell outside' when isn't it realistically always colder than hell since hell is supposed to be fire and brimstone?
• Why are people so scared of mice, yet we all love Mickey Mouse?
• Wouldn't it be smart to make the sticky stuff on envelopes taste like chocolate?
• "Have you ever noticed that if you rearranged the letters in mother in law, they come out to Woman Hitler?"
• Isn't it funny how the word 'politics' is made up of the words 'poli' meaning 'many' in Latin, and 'tics' as in 'bloodsucking creatures’?
• Why is it that when things get wet they get darker, even though water is clear??
• Can mute people burp?
• Why isn't chocolate considered a vegetable, if chocolate comes from cocoa beans, and all beans are a vegetable?
• Why is vanilla ice cream white when vanilla extract is brown?
• Why do companies offer you "free gifts?" Since when has a gift NOT been free?If something "goes without saying," why do people still say it?

Answer them...please!

On Paolini and Seth

Yesterday, I was really “over the moon”. And why not? My Book Review on Eragon (Inheritance Trilogy) by Christopher Paolini got published yesterday (Friday, July 28, 2006) in The Telegraph. And no it’s not TeleKids, which if you remember comes out in Thursday. It’s in the proper main pages of “Metro/Jharkhand”, which comes somewhere in between the entire paper. Parents are all ears…heh, heh. Let me see if I can get an online link to it.

I’m really ecstatic!

Then…

I got A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth from School Library, yesterday. It’s like real thick…a novel, after all. But I’m skipping many ineffectual pages…mainly dealing with politics; the other pages dealing about the Mehra family are pretty amusing, I must say.

Those of you’ve read the book, I’m sure you must’ve come across the personality of Kabir. Know what? I really liked that boy, and honestly wished that Lata would wed him…but I was really appalled and saddened by the fact that he turned out to be so unfaithful to her. Really disgraceful (and heartrending to me), as now that it comes to it, even I’d started to love him a lot…but life goes on, and I was clearly surprised by the way Lata overcame Kabir, got involved with Haresh and all…I could never have done that…I just know it…I’d have died out of heartache and angst…

Other characters of Meenakshi, Kuku, and you know the Chatterjis were OK. But I’d have wanted Seth to display better Bengalis (being one of them myself).

Maan. Hehe. Funny boy. I liked his first description but as he became more and more obsessed with that whore, Saeeda Bai or Begum whatever, I didn’t really maintain my likeliness for him.

Pran and Savita were soooo sweet! And the baby Uma too!

About Lata…sometimes I identified myself with her; sometimes I thought she was very unworkable for me. Whatever she was, I think she was this really inhibited girl, but vivacious when with friends…more or less like me…

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DPS Democracy Zindabad (??)

Hi guys, I’ve got something real new for you people today.

DPS, Bokaro is now a proud (read: swollen with pride) egalitarian school. And I mean IT! You know voting and all?

Yup. This time our school had the voting system for the first time in our school’s history of selecting (read: electing) the appointees. That is to say, we, the students, voted for our favorite candidates who stood up for the election to be Head Boy/Girl, Vice Head Boy/Girl, Cultural/Literary/Sport Secretary. And man, it was real cool. The most fun part was the campaigning of the candidates and the school being literally painted in different flamboyantly and luminously colored posters of campaigning and promotion. Real nice change.

“Please vote for me, baccho!” One of the didis came to our class. “Dekho, ok, main ga nahin sakti, dance nahin kar sakti…par haan, I can draw and paint and I was the leader for the Child Rights for the past two years…besides…I’m beautiful!”

Uh huh.

“Oh, Praveen…tun yahan?” A bhaiyya nominee asked as he entered our class to make us hear his pleads (we’ve been hearing it all the time from all of them…Praveen is one of my classmate).

“Arre, Vikram? Kyaa campaigning? Oh, yeh toh mera class hai.”

“Tera!? Wow…sun, iss class se saara vote mujhko milni chaahiye…thick hain nan?”

“Befikr. Ay, inko vote karna…Vikram, Sports Secretary.”

After all, Praveen is the don of our class…**shudders**

“Vote for Ankita!!!!” a didi came up, “ A for adorable, n for naughty, k for um…(I really thought it was going to be “Kiss”, but thankfully…someone for the back sniggered ‘ketchup’ and someone else ‘killer’ yo, she was this pretty) kind, I for Ingenius, T for talkative and again a for alluring…please, please!”

She’s nice you know…not bad girl. Moreover I didn’t know most of the people who were competing for the post of Cultural Secretary, so I went for her – most of the school went for her…you know, I was just thinking, looks do help you somewhere…alas!

“I always speak in English,” Sumit bhaiyya spoke up, and I looked up. Yo, I like Always English Speaking Students (AESS – EEEEE is there…it’s not ASS, although, regretfully, some people green with envy have converted it into that form…**sobs**). “I promise to be more of a friend! Everything we’ll discuss…although I’ll be a head boy, I’ll just be like any other student, there to help you out whatever it maybe.”

I voted for him…**blushes**

“Whatever you do, please don’t bring out Indian democracy over here. That is, corruption. OK, what choice you make here won’t really matter…but trust me, by the time you’re 18 and ready to vote you’ll automatically make sure that you go for the right one.” That was Rakhi, presently vice head girl going for head girl.

Actually, DPS is already fraudulent and crooked from the beginning…and when the corruption or sleaze thing is so chic in the entire India, who can thwart it from coming in our school. I don’t really believe this stuff will work out, honestly speaking…more so, I’m pretty much sure that the selection committee already have the winners selected out…this voting stuff is just a major show off and a bragger to other adversary rival schools…damn it.

Anyway, we’re going off beam.

One of the didis started singing some song I’ve never heard in my life (maybe she’d made it on her own, whatever), “Come to me”…cheap! Despicable! Go to some bar and dance, baby, you’ll get some bucks and make a life…provided the “Indian Gov” allows to dance at bars after what was it 8 pm? Never mind, you sang here at 9 am! Plenty of time, honey.

One of my fave didi, Anshika, for whom I voted for as Head Girl, said the popular and famous dialogue from “Main Hoon Na”…she’s a fetish for it actually, you’ll always find her brimming with movie dialogues showeing from her mouth at the right place and at the right time…you know, I really like her! She’s got all smarts, a modish way of doing everything, she’s sporty, I guess she can do a bit of singing, and what’s most essential, she’s topper in her batch…all rounder! Go girl! I really really wish you be the Head Girl…I’ll pray for you in my prayers to Christ at night!

One of the didi (I know her personally) had a ruthless cough and cold on her campaigning day…still she went about doing it sincerely and above all, with simple reticence…I really felt sympathetic towards her and yes, you guessed it…I voted for her as the Literary Secretary.

For Vice Head Boy, I went for looks and the name. **winks** He’s this real good looking chap, a fab singer, and his name’s Rounaq…my bro’s name…haha…I’m starting to think all Raunaqs are cool.

V H Girl…well, I’ve to say none of the nominees were good…cut off the “Come to me” singer, there was that cheap boyfriend-changing-like-weather girl, and most of the other too un-famous…like I never had heard about them…so I went for the nominee from my house, Ganga, Navendu. She’s nice. I think so.

All over…oh, I almost forgot…what about Sports Secretary? **smiles** I went for Vikram…Vikram, Sports Secretary.

Elektric-Heart Mapled Version 2

OK guys.

Now this is a real quick posting. This is my new layout of Elektric Heart. The comments (Wish Upon a Star) is curently not functioning! *Bangs Head On Keyboard* I'm real sorry for the trouble, but if you've got something to say please do so in my tagboard and you'll be heard.

Last night, whoever tried to open this site would've faced a blank white page with lots of html coding...bad, isn't it? But this is at least better. I don;t intend to keep this layout for long...don't like it a hell lot...there'll be something different and easier to move through next time, hopefully!

Any other tech problems, please contact.

I NEED HELP WITH MY COMMENTS SECTION! I SIMPLY CAN'T FIGURE HOW TO MAKE IT WORK! ANY ANY HELP WILL BE APPRECIATED AND THANKED FOR!

P.S. It's working! YAY! I'm sooo hyper happy! Got it from Haloscan. Too much thankful to them! Toooo much!

My Senses Are All Backwards!

My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.

(C) Sierrah aka Infektia...