Newspaper headlines : "India has arrived..."

A day late but still...

Allah Rakha Rahman wins 2 oscars

I'm confused, why is it a matter of elation... I mean... yes it is a joyous occassion, but i don't think jai ho deserves the kinda credit it is getting... I mean it's just another song... the real rahman is missing in it...

I really want to ask Mr. Rahman,

Sir, of everything you've created so far... where do you place these songs "Jai ho" and "Sayya"... and does it really make you proud of your achievement through these songs...?

I mean... Roja... Bombay... Dil Se... Taal... Yuva... just to name a few, then there are so many regional movies...
I remember in year 2000... when I visited my relatives in Hyd., my youngest cousin, then 3 years old... was humming the words,"sakhiya...hahhaa haaa" and in the right tune... these words made me fall for the song... these exact three songs... I made my cousin bro... hunt for this album... we'd visited nearly 60+ music stores in the city before we could find one which didn't go out of stock for this movie "Sakhi"... "Alaiyapayuthe" in tamil... and I'd play this day in and day out in my college hostel... few who had the patience... fell in love with the music and made copies of the cassette... and the others who were intolerant cause of the language barried/ mental blockage cause of this album being in telegu... I only shushed them by asking them to wait until this comes out in hindi... (to be honest, I had no clue then that the movie would come out in hindi... for that matter I hadn't seen the movie in Telegu until early 2002... but yet something inside me kept saying... we going to have a hindi version of this movie for sure)... and in 2003, "Saathiya" released... do I need to say more...

There are more movies which got "hit" cause of his music in it... than cause of the content in the movie...

with all due credit... Mr Rahman... you are next to god... when it comes to create music... but to be fair... slumdog... is definitely not your best shot... and all u Westerners/Indians... who are praising him for that... or who disagree with me on this... suck it up...

anyways though "slumdog" bagged 8 oscars... I still stand by my verdict... the movie is utter crap and waste of time... and yes, I am biased in my opinion as it shows India in a colored perspective... the color the whites like to see... and not the reality...

All this while I've been thinking...
Is oscar all that we wanted... I am still to figure out an answer to this.. does it really matter... is our work, if unappreaciated by a foriegn body (in this case a selfcentric US body) doesn't recognises it... then does it mean we've done any less of a great job... taare zameen par wasn't recognised at oscars... Roja wasn't... Lagaan couldn't... I mean why is it such a deal for us to be recognised by the whites... don't you think with nearly 100years (first movie was in 1913, so precisely 95 years of age) into film making we are in a position to command the respect already without being recognised by any other external body... and this doesn't limit to the moviedom... but across sectors, both in horizontal and vertical dimensions... we are still seeking acceptance and recognition...

why?

" if love is everything, it is nothing"
-Salman Rushie

D6

delhi 6

*ing: AB, AB ka baby (abhishek bachchan), AK ki baby(sonam kapoor-she's so pretty), the new nirupa roy aka waheeda rehman, the golden boy of bollywood with whom most of the heriones got their first break (rishi kapoor), the method actor ( atul kulkarni), the obviously old man (om puri)
and bunch of other guys... don't remember their names...

k the gud part of this movie is over... the cast... was the trick...

oh no... actually for me there were two more things... which made me like the movie... the address... chandni chowk (of course saadi dilli and dilli te pyaare pyaare log oops dilliwaale)... second was the social message...

K lemme quickly also say... only the social message, I'm still to come in terms with the way it was approached... as in I'm still searching for the logic... the genius behind the attempt... coz I certainly failed to identify the logic... or the complete concept... yes if the same thing was shown say 10-15 years back... would have been able to reason it out easily... but ever since DCH... I thought bollywood was beginning to change... 2007 & 2008 only confirms on the change-belief... about the change... the expectations have been set... and now going back to all that old generation movie crap...

k the people... if u've been to dilli... and esp. that side of the city... you'd have definitely met atleast some of the characters or the likes... so very true in terms of performances... by each one...

About the movie...

The script was dissappointing... I mean the "kala bandar" crap did happen... but that has been used extremely poorly and out of context...

the context of the police-ial heirachy... and the untouchability issue has been portrayed was brilliant...

and to add to this... the intermission was abrupt, and when it happened everyone at the theatre were a little lost... as the context of the happenings were still to be sown together... as in the story was on but still in bits and pieces... in anticipation of something brilliant considering the combined reputation of Mr. Mehra and Mr. Joshi... we were still hoping for that magical twist... lemme just say it didn't turn out that way...( the mellowed tone is basically an implication of being over exposed to extremes... with the recent run of the last few absolutely utterly crapped movies such as... billu barber, chandni chowk to china, rab ne... and for that matter... ghajini dissappointed me too...

so...

my advice... add the movie theatre expense to that "savings for the rainy day account" (if u have one) or donate...

Rating: 5/10

tagged!!!

This is the second tym I'm gonna type out 25 things... and both on the same day... I guess sitting late @ work... does this... first one was on facebook... but that was more personal... as in between two ppl... and this one here...

Just one Question... What's with all the taggin?

Though this one's a slogger...

1. How long have I been blogging: close to an year now
2. fav type of music: rock, metal, ballads
3. fav things to do outdoors: Riding a motorbike,

4. Adrenaline - Sports (basketball, cricket, football, badminton)

5. Adventure Sports ( Mountaineering, rappelling, rock climbing)
6. books - I hate them - though started out on a few philos. ones started out on a few philos. ones

(this is so difficult... thinking if I should try and copy a few ideas)

7. a definite foodie

8. have a huge movie collection

9. a movie buff - this has been a recently acquired title... until... 2006- changed everything

10.as a kid was extremely mischevious

11.started riding a two wheeler when I was 7-8yrs... a moped... then graduated to a scooter, followed by a royal enfield "thunderbird"... now hoping for ...
13.love to cook and experiment
14.flunked physics & maths in my Sr. School (p.s. i never repeated any class these were just the internal exams) and still graduated to be an Engg... and now I love the numbers
15.was trained on Hawaiian guitar... for coupla years as a kid... now I don't remeber a shit about it...

damn it's difficult to write... 25 things

16. I love travelling and love it even more when i am on my bike
17.as kids... me & SD (my best bud) wud rearrange furniture in our house in order to be able to play cricket... this was specially during the exam days ...so no one gets to know... of it... both are mom dad were working so... we kinda had the house to ourselves...
18.our (me & SD) mutual love for hot chocolate fudge... we also used to lock our houses and sneak out in the middle of the night to go have this ice cream at Nirulas... luckily we never got caught... or our parents atleast didn't pull us out on this one...
19.I was a hardcore pop music listner until the first year of college... when... I was hit by Aerosmith... followed by GNR... def leppard... metallica... and i really don't know what happened to all those cassettes and cd of pop and hip hop collection i made ( i lost more than 100cassettes in college and never bothered coz i lost complete interest in them)...
20.love to cook and experiment with food
21.the most expensive purchase is a music system (basically amplifiers and speakers only) of worth close to 2 lakhs...
22.my hobbies include randomness in action, thoughts and lifestyle...
23.been blessed to have loadsa friends...
24had a rock band... which survived only one season... basically there was a band... and i would get to perform with them... couple songs... equity matters...
25.i personally feel this ones a girly one to do... but did that coz of the friend who tagged me...

oh by the way i missed out on number 12...

TALIBAN lives in INDIA

I've been wanting to write on this topic for a really long time... first the maharashtra nav nirman sena, the muthaliks - both in my opinion in their own way are acting up on similar principles as Talibans did... but inadequate info on each of this topics has prevented me from doing so...

However, a friend has posted a link on FB today... curious... I open this and...

Please read this, for you and I need to take onus of what is happening around us, for we are the one who are nurturing such acts of disgust with our silence and with us lies the power to clean up the mess...


Millionaire slumdogs and how things change.... (read this, for you may have a role to play!) 10:38am
Yes, everything changes.


The fantastic invisible sweep of time rushes and roars past us every dull and intense second that ticks relentlessly away every day, and all around us things constantly morph. Twin towers crumble, good people die, the good earth turns brown and bare, and old love fades.

And what precisely is your role in the incredible kaleidoscope of change?

A slack-jaw by-stander who barely registers the impact and implications? A commentator spectator who freely critiques but somehow rises above being affected by it all? A fatalist loser who bemoans everything and blames it all on circumstances and other people?

Look around you, you who reside in the so-called mind and knowledge capital of the shining new India. This is Bangalore.

Many of the quiet avenues that used to snake through the wooded shades and fragrant flower-scatters of a thousand gulmohars, flames of the forest, bougenvillias and silver oaks are now shorn of even a single blade of grass, their tar guts upturned by mammoth earth moving equipment, tortured sites full of grime, steel and concrete through which an endless procession of loud vehicles crawl back and forth, utterly indisciplined, frothing with impotent anger and frustration, from the early dusty dawns to the midnight hours, every single day.

We are the victims, you say? The civic governance of Bangalore is sub standard, you claim? Well, you may be right, but does that mean that even as an individual citizen whose real powers to influence matters is way less than what it theoretically should be, we have absolutely nothing to do?

I am re-thinking this premise, my friend. Unfortunately not a self realization case, but prompted by a black incident last Friday, 6th February, 2009. And this time it was not about aspects that affect your life and mine indirectly. It wasn't the death of yet another 100+ year old tree. It wasn't another instance of criminal neglect of any civic infrastructure. It wasn't road rage. It was a kick in the groin. Literally. And it woke me up all right.

So, in brief, this is how the drama unfolded:

A few of my friends and I were just paying our bills and coming out of our regular Friday night watering hole and dinner place in Rest House Road, just off Brigade Road, and most of the women in the company were already standing outside. Some of us outside were smoking, people were happy, there was laughter and jokes, as there were many other people in the street, all coming out, satiated, in the closing hour of the various pubs and restaurants around.

Suddenly from up the street a massive SUV comes revving and speeding, hurtling down, and stops in a scream of brakes and swirling dust, millimeters away from this group of 4 women, barely missing one of their legs. A white Audi, imported, still under transfer, with the registration plate of KA-51 TR-2767. Some millionaire's toy thing, that in the wrong hands can kill.

Naturally the women are in shock. And quickly following the shock comes indignation. These are self made women running their own businesses, managing state responsibilities for global NGO firms, successful doctors. They are not used to being bullied. So they turn around, instead of shrinking back in fear. They protest.

And as soon as they turn around in protest, the car doors are flung open, and a stream of 4-5 rabid men run out towards these women, screaming obscenities in Hindi and Kannada against women in general, fists flailing. Some of us who came in running at the sound of the screaming brakes now stand in the middle in defense of our women, and then blows start raining down. One of the goons make a couple of calls over the cellphone, and in seconds a stream of other equally rabid goondas land up. They gun straight for the women, and everyone – a few well-meaning bystanders, acquaintances who know us from the restaurant, basically everyone who tries to help the women – starts getting thoroughly beaten up.

Women are kicked in the groin, punched in the stomach, slapped across the face, grabbed everywhere, abused constantly. Men are smashed up professionally, blows aimed at livers, groins, kidneys and nose. A friend is hit repeatedly on the head by a stone until he passes out in a flood of blood.

A plain-clothes policeman (Vittal Kumar) who saunters in late stands by watching and urging people to stop, but doing absolutely nothing else. A 'cheetah' biker cop comes in, with our women pleading him to stop this madness, but he refuses action, saying a police van will come in soon and he cannot do anything. Everyone keeps getting hammered. Relentlessly.

The carnage continues for over 20 minutes.

Finally when the police van does come in it is this vandals who are raging and ranting, claiming to be true "sons of the Kannadiga soil", and we are positioned to be the villainous outsiders, bleeding, outraged. How do the cops believe them, especially seeing the bloody faces of our men and the violated rage of our women, while they carry nary a scratch on their bodies? Don't ask me! Yet, it is us who these goondas urge the newly arrived law-keepers to arrest, and the police promptly comply, and we are bundled into the van, some still being beaten as we are pushed in. Some blessed relief from pain inside the police van at least, even if we are inside and the real goons outside, driving alongside in their spanking white Audi. The guy who was hit by the stone is taken separately by the women to Mallya hospital.

Inside the police station at Cubbon Park it becomes clear that these goons and the police know each other by their first names. The policeman in charge (Thimmappa) initially refuses to even register any complaint from me, on the purported grounds that I am not fluent in Kannada and I have taken a few drinks (3 Kingfisher pints, to be precise) over the evening. No, it doesn't matter that I didn't have my car and was not driving, and no, it doesn't mater that the complaint will be written in English. We watch them and the goons exchange smiles and nods with our our bloodied and swelling eyes and realize in our pain-clouded still-in-shock brains the extent of truth in the claim of one of the main goons when he claimed earlier in the evening in virulent aggression: we own this town, this car belongs to an MLA, we will see how you return to this street!!

This was the turning point of the saga, I guess. For we refused to lie down quietly and be victims.

One of our girls, a vintage and proud Bangalorean who is running one of the town's most successful organic farming initiatives, took upon herself to write the complaint, when I was not allowed to write the same. Another Bangalore girl, a state director of a global NGO firm, wrote the other molestation complaint separately on behalf of all the girls. Some of us called our friends in the media and corporate world. Everyone stepped up. And even when the odds were down and we were out, we did not give up, and as a singular body of violated citizens we spoke in one voice of courage and indomitable spirit. That voice had no limitation of language, not Kannada, nor English, or Hindi. It was the voice of human spirit that cannot be broken.

And in the face of that spirit, for the first time, we saw the ugly visage of vandalism, hiding behind the thin and inadequate veil of political corrupt power, narrow-vision regionalism and self-serving morality, start to wilt.

We spent 6 hours next day in the police station. The sub-inspector of police who filed our FIR, Ajay R M, seemed a breath of fresh air inasmuch that he did not appear a-priori biased like others, even though the hand of corruption and politico-criminal power backing these goons was still manifest in many ways: a starched, white-linen power-broker walked in handing over his card to the sub-inspector in support of the goons; the goons got an audience with the Inspector because of this intervention, while we had to interact one level lower down in the hierarchy; the plains cloth policeman of last night, even though he had arrived far too late in the crime scene, gave a warped statement, passing it off as a "neutral" point of view, repeatedly stressing that we came out of a pub and hence were drinking, positioning this as a 'drunken brawl', while completely forgetting to mention the unprovoked attack against the women and the one-sided vandalism and violence that ensued. I guess one cannot blame the low ranked police officer – the criminal connections of these goons must be pervasive enough for him to be careful.

Thanks however to the impartial handling of the situation by Ajay, soon the goons were all identified. The lead actor was one Ravi Mallaya (38), a real estate honcho and owner of a small property off Brigade Road which he has converted into a "gaming" (you know what that means, don't you?) adda. The others identified are Mohan Basava (22) of Chamarajapet 12th Cross, R. Vijay Kumar Ramalingaraju (25) and Shivu Rajashekar (20). All are residents of 12th & 13th Cross in Vyalikaval. Their bravado and machismo were by that time evaporated. It was good to see their faces then.

Of course nothing much happened to them, nor did we expect it. They were supposed to be in lock up for at least the weekend till they were produced in court, but we understand that they were quickly released on (anticipatory?) bail. The car, purportedly belonging to an MLA, also does not figure in the FIR, apparently for reasons of "irrelevance to the case".The media also have given us fantastic coverage and support so far, strengthening the cause.

The goons meanwhile, as an after thought, also filed the customary reverse complaint on the morning after we filed our own complaint: the women have apparently scratched the car! (Why did they not file the complaint the same night, considering they came to the Police Station in the same car? Why was the car allowed to be taken off police custody? Why is the car still irrelevant to the case and not in the FIR? Questions.. questions..).

Is this the end of this saga? Probably not. Are these women, more precious to us as friends and wives than most things in our lives, safe to walk or drive down Brigade Road from now on or are the goonda elements, slighted by this arrest and disgrace, are lying in ambush, waiting, biding their time to cause some of us more grievous harm? We don't know. Is there reason for us to remain apprehensive of future attacks and victimization? Perhaps.

But here is the point.

We stood up.

We believed in the power of individual citizens even in the face of hooliganism, intolerance, corruption and power mongering. Even though many of us have the option of leveraging political or government connections, we deliberately chose to fight this battle as individuals. Sure, these connections have been activated and they have been kept informed, should the worst case scenario unfold tomorrow. But we have chosen to not leverage them. And in every small win we register as a group of individual outraged citizens of Bangalore and India, however insignificant these milestones may be in the larger scheme of things, there is one small notch adding up in favor of what is right, one small notch against what is wrong. And we believe that every such small notch counts, each such mark is absolutely invaluable.

It is the people who make this city, this country, this world. It is you and I, as much as the terrorists inside and outside. And in our small insignificant little ways, it is my responsibility and yours to not shirk from investing effort – not just lip service or any token attempt, but real effort – in backing up what we ourselves believe in. It is so easy to logically argue that everything is corrupt, nothing is worth it, there are so many risks involved. We must not fall trap to this escapist trend. We must not fail to try.

Next time you feel outraged, violated, abused, don't let it go by and add up to your list of litanies and complaints. Stand up and take it to the limit - at least your own limit. Not in the same way as they wrong you, but in the way that every citizen, at least in theory, is entitled to complain and protest. Do not let the hooligans power rant scare you or prompt you into submission. Do not allow the corrupt cop make you give up trying. Carry the flame forward. Try harder.

If are up to it, start right now.

Forward this note to everyone you want to be made aware of this. Post it in your own blogs. Talk about it amongst your circles. And if anyone of you should like to step forward with a word of empathy or advise, talk to me. Comment.

It is not Bangalore that is going to the dogs. It is us. We have far too long become accustomed to let everything go. And the more we let things go without any protest or fight, the dormant criminal and dark elements of the society get that much more encouraged. Every time we turn the other way, the hooligan next street gets incentivized to push the boundary a little further, provoke a little more, try something a little more atrocious. It is time for us to refuse to let this go on. We are responsible for making ourselves proud. Lets believe in ourselves. We can do this.

My name is Saugata Chatterjee. And I am standing up.I refuse to let Bangalore go to the hooligan slumdogs, even if some of them are pets of corrupt power millionaires.

the date with the demons

“Scream for me, Dubai!”... was the anthem of the night on Friday as thousand of headbangers and metal fans converged on Dubai Media City... to witness what is for me once in a lifetime opportunity... a dream... to see the legendary British metal band IRON MAIDEN perform... and they did... rip some...

Fans of all ages, including different generations - there were fathers and mothers who'd come along with their kids... and both wanted to stay away so no one gets in each other's way... while each chose his/her own method to worship , to headbang and cheer , as the "Demons" played hit after hit from the first dozen years of their 30-year career.

The show was opened by Lauren Harris... she sang couple of sangs from her yet to be released album... I found out this only today that Lauren Harris is the daughter of the band's Bassist Stephen harris... anyways while this was happening... I lied down on the ground... no disprespect to the rocker but honestly I was way to eager to listen to MAIDEN... than waste my time and energy on some "britney-voiced-pretending to be-rockstar-girl" singing and jumping across the stage...

Ten minutes later... "Somewhere Back in Time" happened...

For the first song... it still had to sink... this was no Bon Jovi... this is no Maroon 5... this is not Shakira... this was f*cking MAIDEN...
We are talking about IRON MAIDEN... the big daddy's of Metal

I don't remember, but somewhere between the first song and the second I had forgotten about the world... around... I headbanged like I never did... I jumped... I cheered... like a crazy maniac set on loose... and this was not me... this was the music that was making me do all this... there were two others with me... who were as grooved in as I was... infact the entire arena with 10000 ppl ( though 10000 luks like nothing for an Iron Maiden concert) was buzzing out... it was electrifying... it was just __________ ( damn I need a word to fit this expression...)

The songs he played... couple of them Bruce declared as song's that were written in the band's early days but somehow never get played on tour... I guess, part of "somewhere back in time" concept...

Wrathchild, a 13 minute song called Rime of the Ancient Mariner (based on Samuel Coleridge's poem the Albatross), the Trooper (a must for an IM concert), Run to the hills, Two minute to Midnight, Iron Maiden, hallowed be thy name (again a must for an IM concert), Fear of the dark (probably the only song I knew the lyrics by heart, my personal favorite too), Number of the Beast...

and Bruce said... "we'll play here again"...

oh yes this time around they were acoompained by eddie.

While I'm writing this... my limbs are aching... my neck refuses to stay straight without support... and I've got a soar throat...

Never before experience...

cpla homers

This guy cracks me up... and I love him for that...




Homer Speaks
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Scully: Homer, we're going to ask you a few simple yes or no questions. Do you understand?
Homer: Yes. (lie dectector blows up)
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Homer: Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
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Marge: Homer, the plant called. They said if you don't show up tomorrow don't bother showing up on Monday.
Homer: Woo-hoo. Four-day weekend.
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Homer: There's your giraffe, little girl.
Ralph Wiggum: I'm a boy.
Homer: That's the spirit. Never give up.
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Homer: Here's to alcohol, the cause of—and solution to—all life's problems.
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Homer: I'm normally not a praying man, but if you're up there, please save me Superman
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Homer: Fame was like a drug, but what was even more like a drug were the drugs.
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oh, by the way it is me & homer in this pic...

Billu Barber

Billu Barber:

*ing SRK, SRK and SRK...
supporting caste: Irfan Khan and Lara dutta...


Don't give me that look... I wrote what I meant... the move titles "Billu Barber" and knowing that Irfan Khan played the character of Billu Barber... you'd expect the movie to be all about the character... and it is about the barber... the story of a barber who held his self esteem, his principles ahead of himself... for that matter even his family... ( don't take it negatively, he strives way to hard for the welfare of his family, so nothing negative)... but... the movie sports nearly three songs by the King Khan... his onscreen presence extends a bit more than an hour... again which focuses on reinstilling the idea that he's the KING... his character in this movie truly is an impression of his real life stardom... and he does play the King Khan of the bollywood... with an itsy bitsy difference... the name is Sahir Khan... anyways, his character in the movie is so much of a publicity stunt that... he actually becomes superly compassionate with the poor... the desperation in calling for attention is so loud that you can make it out from the first few minutes... then he goes bringing out the rivalry amongst the khans... and then reading out a beautiful comment " hum filmwale ek parivar ki tarah hain ... crap... crap... crap"... which is again a calling attention from the media perspective... then the thrashing of Abhay "Akshay" Kumar in his dialogues...

damn I really don't feel like writing more... for once he was amongst the most respected actors and now he's stoop so low...

I guess this is what sets apart the two leading Khans of the industry... One doesn't react at all... coz he knows what he's capable of doing and he proves that so very often... and the other reacts at every lil buff of an event...

saluting Mr. A Khan... and if Mr S Khan... if you have any pride left in with you... please don't make such movies ever again... make an impact by virtue of your abilities... and not your capacity...

about the movie... irfan was really good... but in my opinion you shouldn't have agreed for such a degradation... lara as a homely housewife... was good too... but SRK... nevermind...

if you really want to know...go if you must have to... in my opinion-spare this one...

And all those critics who've given it a great review... I've got ten fingers too choose from... you've got two... I guess you are smart enough to know which ones are for you...

rating: 2/10

new fav in my playlist...

Rascal flatts - what hurts the most

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok
But that's not what gets me

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"Quote- unQuote"

The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change. ~Richard Bach


read the above at a fellow bloggers Quote- Unquote section...

and kinda had these Questions cropped up immediately:
- do we know our name?
- what does our name mean to us?
- what does it mean to our family & friends
- what does it mean to everyone?
- do we really know what we are supposed to do?
- do we have the distinctive purpose?


when do we exactly stop sleepwalking through our lives

to grow or go...

Which is better... to grow with or to go away...?

I guess the answer most of us would opt for is to grow with... but still many of us in our daily lives choose the easy way out... go away...

As in if there is a situation that is to be dealt with, doesn't really matter, how small or big it is... do we choose to stand up, accept and work alongside it... or we simply decide that we ignore it for the time being... by shifting our focus to something else, and hence subdueing the immediate effect of it...

My guess... we all take the second option...

I have done the same, many a times... hoping the realization helps...

cheers...

On a more serious note

It's time ... I need "The Doors" dose...

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality."
-Jim Morrison

"thought for the day"

Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't.
Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.