Too funny? Not funny?


Can something be funny? Not funny?

Long time back i remember one of my office friends saying

“I like mocking at people and making them embarass… i feel i did something very funny”

and on the other hand i have even seen another friend of mine who says something unintentionally to be funny but it turns out to be a major dispute sometimes…. or even worst results into serious misunderstandings…

There is this another friend of mine who always tries to maintain a very reserved sense of humor due to the embarassment it causes to some. So basically what can be defined as funny… and what cannot be is an entirely controversial topic…

According to me anything which gives happiness unlimited and tries to ease out stress (without hurting the sentiments of others) is considered to be FUNNY. Anything that doesn’t fulfill these conditions is termed as NOT FUNNY.

So why this discrimination between funny and not-funny?

I often feel people should understand the need to be funny selectively. Because sometimes what we see as funny may not be funny to others. They may get annoyed or get mad at us. At the same time we cannot be frowning all the time as this also may cause many people to get annoyed.

Someone rightly said “This is a very strange world…”

Hence always remember that being funny is not bad but being senslessly funny is bad.

Too funny? Not funny?


Can something be funny? Not funny?

Long time back i remember one of my office friends saying

“I like mocking at people and making them embarass… i feel i did something very funny”

and on the other hand i have even seen another friend of mine who says something unintentionally to be funny but it turns out to be a major dispute sometimes…. or even worst results into serious misunderstandings…

There is this another friend of mine who always tries to maintain a very reserved sense of humor due to the embarassment it causes to some. So basically what can be defined as funny… and what cannot be is an entirely controversial topic…

According to me anything which gives happiness unlimited and tries to ease out stress (without hurting the sentiments of others) is considered to be FUNNY. Anything that doesn’t fulfill these conditions is termed as NOT FUNNY.

So why this discrimination between funny and not-funny?

I often feel people should understand the need to be funny selectively. Because sometimes what we see as funny may not be funny to others. They may get annoyed or get mad at us. At the same time we cannot be frowning all the time as this also may cause many people to get annoyed.

Someone rightly said “This is a very strange world…”

Hence always remember that being funny is not bad but being senslessly funny is bad.

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I love you Steve- Part 6


Joanne resisted for the adoption for long time. Later as her father was constantly pressurizing her … she agreed. The same year Joanne’s dad died and that Christmas Joanne married Jandali. They gave birth to a daughter named as Mona. Mona later grew up and became an acclaimed Novelist. She wrote the book “Anywhere but here”. After 20 years the family once again met Steve Jobs.

About the adoption:

Steve was knowing the fact about his adoption since his childhood. His parents had already informed him about that. When his friends used to ask

“That means your real parents did not want you…”

Steve remembers himself crying and running inside the house. But his parents assured him saying only 1 sentence

“We specifically picked you out…”

Hence he considered himself Abandoned, Chosen and Special.

But as history repeats itself, Jobs when he was of Jandali’s age once again abandoned his girlfriend when he got to know she was pregnant. Later after few years he took responsibility of hers.

He considered his adopted parents as 1000% real ones and he simply referred his biological parents as

“They were my sperm and egg bank. That’s not harsh, it’s just the way it was, a sperm bank thing, nothing more.”

Growing up @Silicon Valley:

He grew up seeing the design sense of his fathers carpentry. He firmly followed the all the parts of a particular object must be built with same care as we build its appearance on the outside. He had a very great sense for designing of things since childhood.
He used to always say

“I love it when you can bring really great design and simple capability to something that doesn’t cost much,”

Thats when the original vision of APPLE was being born. In one of the trips that his father took him to Nasa Ames Research Centre he was exposed to the first Computer Terminal and that’s exactly where he fell in love with them. Once his Parents got to know that he is special they started arranging for better schooling for Steve. This made him feel Special always.

 Schooling:

Steve Jobs at Homestead High
Steve Jobs at Homestead High

When he was sent to the Monta Loma Elementary School his teachers were tired of his pranks and his notorious behavior. His Parents despite of knowing all these never forced him to be calm. But when it came to 4th grade there was one teacher named Imogene Hill who became one of the saints in his life. She studied Jobs and offerred him few lollipops and five dollars on completion of a book full of Math Problems. After this incident all Steve did was to learn to please her.
He says
“I learned more from her than any other teacher, and if it hadn’t been for her I’m sure I would have gone to jail.”

Also, he felt himself as very special to get Imogene’s attention in class. As he moved on to seventh grade he was bullied by many people in class and then his parents decided to move to another district. There he took special interest in his neighbours organic gardening. That’s exactly where his appreciation towards organic fruits and vegetables developed

By the time he reached 9th grade he developed his love towards walking and also moved his pranks to next level by experimenting with speakers wired around his house. He built a control room in his closet and he used to listen what was happening in other rooms. Once he wired it into his Parent’s bed room and was caught by his father. This passion made him earn a place in Hewlett Packard Explorers Club. A group of 10-15 students all gathering in Company Cafeteria on tuesday nights.

The kids in this HP Explorers club had to do some projects and Jobs was bulding Frequency Counter. When he needed some parts from HP he searched for the number of CEO of HP and directly called Bill Hewlett and got all the parts that he wanted to build it. By then Steve had a car and had also started smoking marijuana. Steve also used to listen to lots of music and read more on Science and Technology. He loved King Lear, Moby Dick, and poems of Dylan Thomas.

How did this guy start thinking that he could build something revolutionary and build Apple?

More to come… keep reading “I love you Steve” Series…

Please come back Emily!!


I was fainting …. darkness surrounded me and…

As i opened the door, to my horror i could see all strange sort of humans with big heads and short noses. Their face was totally concorted and a fountain of blood was oozing from their eyes. I saved myself from those green blood sprinting from their eyes by shutting the door hard.

As i closed the door i was panting very heavily and right then i could see a huge nasty demon staring at me.He uttered some words like “grrrkila… grrkila un sdef ffrrrr” i could not comprehend anything except he wanted to kill me right then and there itself. I ran for my life and banged the other 2 doors but they were barricaded very heavily. The demon gave his sly crafty smile seeing my helplessness and then said “Do not run from the situation. Face me if you dare”

I could not compose myself now. Because i could see blood coming out from my hands.The demon had cut my right hand thru his sharp invisible nails. I was falling now….

After a few moments i woke up and found myself under a tree. I could smell some freshly burnt wood. I turned up and saw to my horror i was sitting right under a burning tree on whose top the same demon had sat smiling at me. I ran helter skelter only to find that all the paths were leading to the same tree.

Aaah what’s happening to me? Is it a nightmare or reality?

Just then i heard my best friend Emily calling me “Zara please come here…” I followed her voice and went to a place which i had never seen before. It was full of stinking dead bodies all piled up one over the other and the soil was fully wet from the blood flowing from their bodies. As i saw Emily i felt as if my heart had stopped for a second. Both her beautiful eyes were pierced by the demon’s nails and her legs were cut.

Emily was sinking. She said “Zara please don’t leave me here and go” I assured her that i was not going to leave her die like this. Just then, i heard someone calling me “Zara… wake up”

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Emily all hurt and bruised lying on the bed in St.Mark’s Hospital. I then realised what had happened to both of us.

We were returning from a party at the Pink Glam Pub when we both were hit by a fat truck driver. I remember myself falling off the scooter and landing up on the other side of the road, unable to move my hands. I only remember Emily’s helmet which had crushed under the truck wheels.

Beside me our families were there. Mommy came near me and placed her hands over my head and said “Darling… you will be fine soon”. I asked “Is Emily OK?” Mommy said “Yes she is fine but… ”

I just wished nothing happened to Emily. Please God!!! Not again. She is the only one who was with me since the day i opened my eyes in this world. She and me went to the same school and shared similar interests. She had been a very dear companion to me and now…It was all my mistake. Emily hated late night parties and hated getting drunk while driving. But i forced her to drive last night and ended up like this…

Mommy came near me and i could see trail of tears flowing down her cheeks as she said “Emily is no more…”

I felt as if the whole world crashed around me. Late in the evening i was taken to the Morgue where i saw Emily for the last time. She had the most pretty eyes and the most pretty smile ever. But now all i could see was 2 white bandages over her eyes and bruises all over her lips. I asked mommy what happened to her.

Emily’s dad came near me and said “Zara in the accident day before yesterday…. Emily was breathing her last breath when she was being taken inside the hospital. When the accident happened she was bruised and was fainting but she made sure that she called Home and said Please save Zara i cannot see her. We reached hospital immediately and found that both your eyes had lost vision due to excessive damage to the cornea. Emily was fighting for her life in the other room and she once became a little stable. We went to meet her and informed that you had met with this. She simply said that if she will die here her eyes would be transplanted to you…. and ” I was not listening anything after this…

I don’t know what was happening near me… i just could see everything blurred.

When i woke up again i saw Emily entering another door and this time she was not bruised instead she was having 2 wings as she entered the first door which was heavily barricaded that time. She had become an Angel and was travelling to her final destination. I cried Emily please come back… Emily…

But it seemed that she just would not turn back…she went off and the door shut again. Darkness once again succumbed me. I was lost.

Weeks later i was brought to home where we had arranged a condolence gathering in remembrance of Emily.

Everyone spoke how kind, gentle and energetic lady she was. Finally when my turn came all i said was “I miss you Emily. I am sorry”

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Why is that i still write!!!!!!!!!!!


I initially planned to write something when i was a kid of 6 years old. I still remember i used to scribble something or the other about all those people who used to bully me. I usually used to prevent it being seen by my Parents because i thought it was quite shameful thing to get bullied by others in class. 🙂

Over a period of time, i thought why not maintain all my secrets in a book for future reference. Because i am a store house of secrets. 🙂 This continued from my 8th standard till my Graduation. While i was pursuing my Bachelors degree i thought why not publicize some of my thoughts outside my diary. Its then i googled how to blog and started blogging in BlogSpot.in.

The platform over blogger.com was not that easy for a novice blogger like me. I had created a blog but as i was poor in Social Networking skills and Internet skills i eventually forgot the blog address, password etc and finally gave up blogging until December 2012.

Then i got introduced to WordPress.com which was a kind of cool thing for a novice like me. I started writing small posts which then led me to read some amazing blogs.

blogging-tips

Initially i thought blogging is something where you keep on writing about yourself but when i saw some amazing blogs which are quite inspiring i thought why not blog on some relevant issues of life. So, from a Simple blogger i turned into a serious blogger over a period of time and yes, i must admit the fact that my writing has improved a lot since the day i have written my first post in the year 2009.

All thanks to WordPress.com, Plinky.com, My Inspirational Bloggers (mentioned in my blog), Daily Prompts @ WordPress, Weekly Writing Challenges.

So finally now my aim is to introduce a new style of writing in blogging. A style which is weird, distorted yet lovable.

Hope you liked my post.

Thanks for reading it.

Love you all,

ARK

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Trespassers Will… Break My Heart


Trespassers Will… Break My Heart.

I am damn sure each one of us atleast once in their life time must have felt how terribly they failed to live upto the expectations set by their parents.

Here i introduce one such dynamic blogger who pours her heart out and speaks the truth and nothing but the truth.

Thanks for stopping by.

Love you all,

ARK

My Life without Computer for few days….


If computers really did not exist in my life may be i would spend my time more productively by spending more time with my family and friends, more Listening to Radio and more reading of good books.

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No more annoying mails from Flipkart, Jabong, Amazon… No Spamming mails from other shopping websites..instead would sit and write some letters to my loved ones and recollect how nice it would be to send the letters in life and waiting for the Post Man to deliver the post to our loved ones…and we awaiting for their reply in turn….

Also i would spend some time pursuing my hobbies like cooking, gardening, learning something new or even visiting some temple to find some peace time…

Also …as my job totally is dependent on Computers … i would even hunt for some new innovative job as well…

So in short, few days without PC can make me learn so many new things about life…

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