Going Towards and away from it ........

Seems like the ex effect did change me in many ways . Then there were the exams which seem to have had their profound effect on me. Can't deny the hundreds of cigrettes and hundreds of those whiskey shots their fair share in this glorious disharmony in which i find myself. It seems like my hunger for philosophical knowledge grows by the day i yearn for good conversations mostly on a serious things but then even with all this i have a feeling that i am going away from the very basis which forms the " truth " People. i dont feel like striking any conversations whith them most of the time i have a feeling tht they dont see what i want to show them and end up getting entangled in the superficials. I get misinterpreted and misunderstood more often than not. Why do people look at life with the goggles of morals and values and the things that have been tought to them to be percieved. I mean can'y u tell what u feel like ?? or dont u have the balls to accpet wht u feel is the real thing ?? cant i feel like drunk ?? and if i do why do i do it or dont do it ? giving in , sorry i dont thing tht giving in the way i'd want to put it . Well what i mean is if i feel like doin sumthing and it doesnt harm anyone in anyway then why shud i b restrained from it ? Why should people percieve and make up opinions based on the mere irrelevencies of words ??? i thought actions spoke louder than words ... but i guess thats only on a sports field
Well i feel quite disgusted at the moment to think about how deeply did my ex affect me. I hate to admit it but she did change me in more ways than i should have let her .... but now i think i m stuck between two worlds the world of superficial things and the glossy coverpages, beneath which lies the rotten selfcentric and terribly moraless selfishness and the world where all of this exists but atleast no attempt is made to cover it and hence it gives a more realistic a more acceptable demeanor . I think my quest for the wisdom and the intricacies of human mind, the socio-psychological causanity has really made me go in circle. I find myself not believin in anything anymore i dont trust anything i dont know which the firm base on which to fall back upon . All seems to b so abstract and so pointless that i dont even care about anything or anyone anymore ...............................
wht the fuck is wrong with me ???????????
why the hell am i up at 2.48 am and riting this bull crap .... i think i need sum sleep
i think there is nothing in the world a good night's sleep cant cure i think richa was rite when she said i m diseased !!!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHA

this story from another compilation by idries shah,
has me in ecstatic splits since morning,
and so i labour to share it with you:
hariri always tried to behave in as exemplary a manner as possible.
he acquired such a reputation for correct conduct that a certain merchant who had to go on a journey chose him as the obvious person with whom to entrust the welfare of his beautiful slave girl.
But hariri developed a passion for the girl. he went to haddad, his sufi preceptor, and asked him for his advice.
haddad said: 'go to yusuf, son of husain.'
when hariri approached the place where yusuf was to be found,people said:
' do not go near the son of husain, pious man, for he has a bad reputation, is a heretic and a wine drinker.'
not believing this, hariri arrived at yusuf's door, where he saw, sure enough, yusuf was sitting with a young boy and a flask of wine.
hariri at once said to yusuf:
'what is the meaning of this behaviour?'
yusuf said, reading his thoughts:
'i behave like this in appearance, because it prevents people entrusting their beautiful slaves to my keeping.

As Written By Mr. MULLAH ( MY GURU ) in a mail .....
i m just copy pasting it here with all due respect to him

I am thoroughly confused !!!!!!

I never imagined in my entire life that i'll be confused . I've always been the one with strong opinions about everything and hence i always thought i knew everything about the world even in terms of my feeling i always knew what is it that i exactly i feel what is the best course of action in that case .
But lately i've found it increasingly difficult to be sure of anything. Even the words which i want to use in a conversation. I mean i've never been articulate but then i've never found myself short of words ....... but lately ...
I think its the effect of all the abstract thinkng i've been doing. It is the effect of my new found and implemented theory of "everythign is abstract in life." I realise that objectivism is so much part of our life.
But that is not the point. I find myself going back to many memories which i thought i had long buried and its not nostalgia either. The feeling which i get is of satisfaction and peace but then i find yself wishing that they had lasted a little longer. These memories seem like the never ending trekking trails that i m so used to. They never seem to end and then like a new canvas being unfolded you suddenly find yourself atop the mountain that u had been clibing. But what if that trail itself was what u wanted and that the experience of climbing is what mattered to you, wht if u cudnt care less if u reached the mountain ........
To b honest down here i have travelled on many such paths, but i never found someone to walk them with. I have been walking. Walking through many troubled times, many frustrations, many a new starts, I never have found anyone who'd hold my hand and say dont worry i m there if u need help. Soneone who'd be ther by his own choice and not outta pity or obligation or favour of any sorts .......
and unlike the post seems without a central theme or anything specific to tell . I have much to say but i dont know where to start and where to end ......
Start ...... (sigh) starting all over again has become such an integral part of my life .......

i rite this post with teary eyes
hoping for someone to hear my cries
there is much to me than meets the eye
nother drop rolls down i heave a sigh

there is much misery around me
more in mens heart than they see
i feal the fear grippin me
is it them or am i scaring me

look inside your head look inside your heart
look in me look in that childs heart.
there is much to me than meets the eye
nother drop rolls down i heave a sigh.

it seems like a prison i wanna break free
i have grown the wings but where is the key
too this cage ! from

..........i just hope to be set free soon it seems that everyday of this prison fills a litre of poison in my heart ... tho i think of the jailor with all the compassion that ever resided in me but the atrocities cannot b ignored ........ even with all the idealistic bullshit u still feel the pain and that pain sumtime builds so much that u retaliate. Coming to the end of this post i wrote this poem quite impulsively and instictively and which is wht i cant figure out a title for it . i dont wanna name it the cliched titles like my prison or break free i think i m goin to call it the FALLEN STAR since these emotions were very much inspired by the song MAA from taare zameen par

The Pitcher !!!!!!!

I happen to stumble across this sufi story ..... its a story of Mullah Nasiruddin a famous sufi philosopher ........
so without much adeu we shall ger rite down to it
Once a diciple of Mulla Nasiruddin wanted the Mulla to teach him evrything that the Mulla knew ... but according to Sufism knowledge not sumthin that is entirely based on facts its more about the process of learnin than the facts themselves.So in order to teach the deciple this fact about learning the mulla took him to a well he carried a pitcher with him . the mulla drew water from the well poured it in the pitcher. He poured bucket after bucket into the pitcher but the pitcher wont ger filled. Clearly annoyed by Mulla's absent minded behaviour the deciple pointed out " Mulla, There is no bottom to the pitcher." The mulla replied "What has the bottom got to do with the pitcher being filled ? I have a pitcher when i will see the water reaching to the neck i will stop pouring." The deciple got the messege that in order to learn one must know how to learn. Without knowing who we really are one cannot really make any sense out of trying to understand the world.
Introspection is the only way to enlightenment.

This story in many ways has had its profound effect on me. Sumwhere in that giest of life i have found many answers to my misery, anxiety, pain and suffering.
If that was not enought i have more importantly found the true meaning of compassion.
And may be even love.
I rite this blog with a break up with my long term girlfriend to paint the background black.
But i also rite this blog with a deeper understanding of her actions, my anger towards her ( which seems to have sumdued itself ) and hopefuly an enlightening understanding of ME

The Journey

I stepped into a new world

Went to college, feeling hurt about lost
friends, apprehensive bout making more
holdin on to worng people
till i came across you

we hit it off like guitar an drums
we rocked the world, fell the goose bumps

life makes a full circle , a circle not in vain
a circle made up of joy and pain
a journey i'd take again ,a journey i'd take agen
take again , take again

its a journey i never whished to find
destination, the longer we go on the
harder its to move on

End of a journey start off anew
i kept walking waiting for you
you never made me wait made me wait

A JOURNEY ENDS A NEW ONE STARTS
LIKE ALL GREAT JOURNEYS BREAKING A FEW HEARTS

Learning to Fly

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I



Well Music has aways been an influential force in my life
the lyrics of this particular song are sumthing i can totaly relate to. Sometimes i wonder if we twist our reality to suit our thinking or perception of life ???
and last but not least here is a salute to those greart musicians for evoking such ethreal feelings

An Era passes by

well i havn't been a regular blogger so this might be a rusty stagnated blog of sorts ... kindly pardon me ..

so coming back to the topic after solemn appologies . Its a been a rollercoster month this one moments seem to last long but days seem to zip by me and years oooh they just zoom past faster than the speed of sound. There has been a lot happening in life really at times very turbulent at times frustrating but at the same time i've also managed to find some joy in small and simple things . Largely due to certain influences in my life . One thing i most certaily hav realised is that i m extremely sensitive to certain people but when the affection wanes away i can b equaly harsh an at times cold .

But then i cannot forget that those people who are very close to me . Only a couple of days ago my best pal went to UK for further studies whatever he may say bout coming back to India in all fairness i know the chance is slim and i don't mind it atall. He has a life of his own i cannot hold onto him too long. Though at the same time i cant help but feel nostalgic an shed a few silent tears when the realisation sinks in that a pillar in your life has suddenly vanished.
The time i have spent with his was absolutely fantastic, The laughs the movies the idle hours

A friend walked on
Before i could blink an eye
Oh an Era has passed by

Relative Reality

It was a long time ago when i started my blog , an it was a search for whatever they call reality .... though it was a very subconsious effort . This very interesting concept or theory sprung up in my mind about a couple of days ago .
I'd been out for a bit of drive to Panvel and the nearby area , which is just about 70 km away from Mumbai but is absolutely contrasting. Mumbai as we see it has all come down to a whore trying to look like aishwarya rai . The glitz and glam of bollywood , the shining neons of the the million malls glimmering so sensually to attract the mindless flocks to its glittering darkness ( a topic i shall elaborate in my next blog )
and picture this green hills, the moutains which hav been standing tall for a million years they're beauty intriguing, and not to forget the people who give this land its beauty, the hard faced watery eyed and caring farmers, just 70 km from the great city of mumbai..
the relative reality i want to illustrate here is all bout the people livin in these two completely different scenario.
and hence i put forth my theory of relative reality
its very simple i believe tht there is a reality which exists for every person on this earth every man chooses his own reality and accepts it ......
sumtimes poverty may b a reality for someone for sumone it may b a heartbreak for sumone it may b family.......
no one can understand the others reality completely nor can the y live in it or with it ........
so we hav our own lil reality which we accept an live our life ....... and this reality changes with time an all the different realities which hav been tied to the swaying boat called the human life come together to tell the story of tht life ....... these realities make us wht we are and we will be

I M BACK ( but does anyone care cause i sure don't )

Its been ages since i last posted ....

Exams have way taking fun and creativity out of life . So havn't got much to say today.

consider this post as a warm up ... better ( or worse ) things r on their way. I mean i hav my industrial training coming up which like a bonded labour..

Anyway life i am at a stage where i don know wht i shud feel about everythig thats around me ..

i guess indifference is all i feel ...but is it such a ba thing ???? i have started finding all the supposedly bad things to b actually good. I don't believe in belonging to a herd, nor do i think ego is such a bad thing . I m not really sure if i m going nutsy or the world is ???

i guess this is sumthing one might just hav to look inside himself to find a convincing answer to.

Frustration and reasoning

It's been a couple of days since i blogged. I've been busy trying to fill as many pages as i could of these dumb assignments our screwed up uni had given us. It is reall weird how people at the uni think that this is KNOWLEDGE all we end up doing is cramming up the pages by copying from our books and our teachers seem to know it and yet seem so indifferent bout it
anyway in ma last blog i did introduce myself fractionally . U know there is so much more to a person that can't b written bout.This is one thing that has been going through ma mind for the last 8 hours well what can i say i've been reaing fountainhead i did seem to like the book initially but gradually as i hav progressed it seems to b a case study of sophisticated psychopaths who give so much thought to really small thing in life and seem to blow it out of proportions i mean sophistication and subtlety should not be confused with abstract reasoning of complications
i guess thats all iahv to say today i mena i dont know why i keep posting these blogs when no one seems to be really reading them and i can undersatnd that there aren't many people wholl be interested in a guy like me?????

introduction

hi people i m suneet (well this isnt the exactly the kinda intro tht wud interest many but i cundnt think of anything better) anyway i hav never been sold out to the idea of blogging it seemes to b for the desperate who never get any audience to wht they hav to say but when i was invited by a friend to blogspot i thought wht the hell i'll give it a shot... u know how it is
i hav named my blog as " THIS WORLD IS A DREAM THEARE" seems to b a rather weird name doesnt it but i guess i'l just stick with it . I hav seen my share of life i have come to this conclusion that we all are dreamers at heart and somewhere inside we also know that what we really want wilol never be ours .. i'll take the two of the most important words of the title break them up and explain if u'd only give a little more attention before i start getting boring (the real me) 1) DREAM they r the very reason of our existence its our dreams tht drive us to move forward achieve somthing and be someone be a person of our own 2)THEATRE a means of presenting the unreal in a form tht will make anyone believe that wht we hav just seen is possible when there is not a chance of that in real life
through this i want to point out the futlity of our dreams the very reaon tht drives us being too feable to last a life time
if u ask me bout myself i wud like to quote a song here which seems to describe me perfectly
I've told you thisOnce before
Ohh Can't control me
If youTry to take me downur gonna break
I feel your hatred nowseem like you'll do it for me
I'm thinkin You r the measure of the way
I stand alone
Inside
I stand alone
-I stand alone, godsmack, scorpion king ost
well there is a lot to say but i guess u'll get to know me better as we progress