ItZ A NeW LiFE ItZ A NeW wOrLD

Checking out galaxy note..... Handlin my blogging or...not

2012-01-31T03:42:00.001-08:00

Lets begin with a hi... Its already and quick 2012 gesture... Jan.. Is a pinch of wht i m gonnq do for the rest of the year.... So from the many other things ive been doin.. I will try to do somethig new this time... New in a sense of my own games and fames.. after so many years i returned.. Returned fo test my galaxy note.. This says i m on travel most of the time...

i am back

2007-01-01T04:48:00.000-08:00

ooh was very busy all these days.. counting the days was an easy task though ..
but the days were like mountains and i was a humble traveller without any rope or ladder..
now finally i am back..cheers. i hope to be alive these comming days ..
have many plans and before i say anything... look down
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there are many things to do and i will begin with my narration of new year`s celebration ..welcoming 2007.. it was an cherished experience and one that i like the most.
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many resolutions and posts are on the way soo be ready..
cheers

Someone Special....

2006-12-25T05:01:00.000-08:00

She is a Barbie doll at the first look
She is a cutest call on the eye nook

Rivers with their silent flushing waves
Overcrowded streets with a constant stares

She is a volcano with unspoken burning desire
She is quicker, amazing without magician attire

Slowly very slowly she came into my life
She is a cheer, love, care, heaven bite

She is world, when she is around and she is in my focus
Her lips sing even before they open making it look like a chorus

She is bold conqueror; I see her fly in the sky
Air blowing through her eyes making them shy

Whenever I see her, I feel the pleasant breeze
Wherever she steps, I see the flowers blossom

She is my lovely charm in a busy world
She has a caring heart and a charming spell

omar@ Sana 2011

Creativity can take any form

2006-12-20T09:29:00.000-08:00

I was just having fun with Sonia on yahoo messenger, we loaded the doodle environment. It was so fun and we were enjoying each part of it, drawing weird images and then scribbling them. I never knew I could draw so weirdly before until I started teasing her. She was drawing in order to crack my creations. Then Sonia came out with a suggestion that she will draw something meaningful and the above image is her creation which does makes sense to me. She pointed that tiny boy like creature as me, and the other girl like as my girl. Upon many requests for a car she with a kingly expression agreed. The purple thing resembling a rat is my car Lol… and in an era of modernization and civilization and intelligence my house looks like a prehistoric hut and the surrounding reminds of good old, golden days spent by our ancestors. Adelaide does looks like the one in the painting from her, I could smell fresh air, there are houses similar. May be she meant the house I stay now here in Adelaide. From a funny thing came out so many interesting things.

Me teching my friend to drive in Adelaide

2006-12-17T01:10:00.000-08:00

it was a great monday moring that we set out for a drive in the city.
my friend was being guided by the best tutor exsisted as of today, Me of course .
for all of you who have not seen me, i am the guy wearing a black t-shirt Lol

Dry Eyes- A Short Story by Me

2006-12-16T22:01:00.000-08:00

a short story by me

There lived a wacko, who hated to tango
He was a king, he was a knight and he was without a sight
Sight that is through the heart and not eyes
He was lazy, loved doing things in hazy
His eyes said he was sad, his lips told the story of a lad
Wacko was busy with everything, never had any time for anything
He would spent his days in work earning money, finding honey
One day he was married, that was also hurried
Like the other things in his life
His eyes said he was sad, his lips told the story of a lad
He had everything to cheer about but he was always without a coat
He never looked at his honey was always behind money
Days spent, months gone. Calendars changed on the walls
He moved, zoomed he was always with the thralls
Came winter, snow, sunshine wacko was always thirsty for a wine
He was in his own, always felt he was alone
His eyes said he was sad, his lips told the story of a lad
Wacko was in spat with his honey, wanted part of his money
She reminded him of her existence, wacko was in his own tense
One day he met a kid on the street, who was lying at his feat
The kid painful, cold, hungry in a night of glory
It was Christmas night that made him feel bright
Wacko looked at him carefully, that day he felt his pain coldly
There was music in his ears, he was laughing in a cradle with teddy bears
This was his age and looking at the kid at his feat made him feel in cage
Memories flashed of his loving parents and siblings
He never loved them back, where is now a chance to payback
His eyes said he was sad, his lips told the story of a lad
He was determined to love his life and take care of his wife
His consort was busy packing to the airport
She was sad and ready for a revenge with a strong avenge
Killing him was her only chance and she never need a second glance
With strong intentions and a revolver in hand
To kill him the instance he enters and throw him on the sand
Wacko was shako now a jocko with a bag full of tempo
He bought the loveliest flowers, precious stones for her
Wrapped them with care and kissed it without any tear
His eyes felt different, smiled and his lips were shy
He changed for the better and promised to be nicer
The door was the only pathway,
It reminded of the coin with two sides on either way
One face with burning desire to kill and the other with a charming will
The door opened with a heart beat on both sides, wacko was smiling
His wife was with a gun, she gave one glance at his eyes
Knew he has changed and will be always wise
His eyes were in love, his lips spelled the charm
Threw the gun, held him in her arms
It was a moment that raised the cherished alarms
Wacko was never sad his story was a moral in the coming history
Eyes they make and break the life @omar 2006

Note: Always look straight in the eye, it makes your intentions clear as water. Though you smile your eyes reflect your pain within. A mere look in the eyes can make so much difference. – omar

My True World

2006-12-13T06:17:00.000-08:00

To my great parents
To each of the tears that rolled on the ground for me
To each of the hopes they have to see me again
To each of their prayers for me to stand high among the crowd
To each of the smiles that I owe to them
To each of breath that I take each day
To each of the praises I received for my success
To each of their cross fingers when I am in my battle
To each of the cheers from them when I am at my best
To each of the first steps they showed me
To each of the noble paths they guided
To each of my cherished memories that I feel good about
To each of the days that I spent with them
To each of the unfaithful events from me that they ignored

I miss you a lot

Life has taken a different turn
Making my fingers burn forcing me to learn
There is no one to pity all around I am empty
I play with pain giving as much as I can strain
To smile I wait longer than river Nile
Pricks are lined up making me sick
Sympathy humanity nothing here slavery is what I bear
Hands are cut, blood flow is never shut
Sleep is non existent bed is no where to be felt
Without you I am no one, eyes began to numb
Hate regrets sorrows and musings on life
I aim to fall down, end my disgrace and end my life

Then I hear

A faint known voice, it’s my parents or is it a dream
Though they are far, I am alone in a war
The voice is persuading, it is more than encouraging
I rise with all efforts, my heart says not for me but at least for them
From a broken dream transforms into a never ending stream
I stand up; look high in the sky into the catastrophe eye
Armed with memories and contented dreams
I walk with the heroic charm and crush the gloomy swarm

Mom and Dad I love you more than anything in this world

Omar@ My World 2006

mind Plays... juggling by the clown

2006-12-10T05:22:00.000-08:00

Hallucination

Okay before I begin I want to make it clear... I am not suffering from this part of medical terminology... There is lot of misconception about it. Some say it’s a disease and cal it as the worst thing to happen in one’s life, some say it was a wonderful experience. I began my journey into it few days back, when one of my close friend Sonia was acting weirdly. First I thought she was drunk but later learned that she was experiencing induced hallucination through the pills. I was amazed, she said she has seen so many things in a short period but can’t recall them. She felt nice about it.
The next moment I was in a time machine.. Experiencing bumps and thuds I was closed in a tight container and thrown back in time. I could see myself sitting in my nursery class looking innocent and naughty. I saw my teacher Mrs. Shalom rose, she was continuously moving her hands and speaking words and we as a class were not looking at her in fact we were all sitting with our eyes closed… I could even see many of us were moving our heads in rhythmic fashion.. is this magic am I drugged at this age? But then after some time, everybody was fresh again.. and normal smiling at each other.
I remembered this was induced hallucination something created by tricking the mind. I remembered each of it now..
First our teacher would make sure al of us closed our eyes
She then slowly in a pure soft tone says “you are feeling asleep, your eyes are heavy”
Then she would lift her hands to create the mood in her own voice.
She like a magician say the magic words that will make us experience a true beauty, she would say all that she has gathered from traveling countries… it made us feel a new world in reality . I could remembered she even took us in cartoon world… imagining things would really make us feel them its mind play. But I’ve learned that people do suffer from disease that makes them feel non existent things. Life has two sides just like the one dollar coin in my wallet. Some imagine things to revel themselves of stress and some get stressed by imagining things. I met a guy few years back and he was running, jumping in a small grass land. I asked him will I be of any help and he replied cant u see I am fighting with so many warriors.. He rudely requested me to move from that place… he is one such kind of victim.
Hallucination can be of many forms, visual, audio and even felt. Meditating for me, is a kind of hallucination. I do it mostly to fantasize myself about the freshness for a good start of the day. I have a paper with circles drawn all over it and in the center there is a dot. I concentrate on that dot without diverting from it to the circles surrounding it. It makes my mind free from stressful thoughts. “Life is full of worries” and “Life is Happiness” the former sentence makes your mind sad and sometimes depressed and the later thought makes you smile even before you begin to read it.

“Think about good things in life and you will feel paradise on earth”
-omar@2006

Showers in Dry Land

2006-12-06T05:44:00.000-08:00

I was walking alone with a muddy dibble
That was tired hurting the small pebble

It was sunny and there was ample water
Thirsty and tired waiting for the bather

I see only darkness, faint light without any shine
Dry and parched I walk alone with a tinge of brine

Life was a distance dream; shadows all over can be seen
It was gloomy night, distress covered my sight.

Suddenly there was a light, which hit the retina of my eye
I was shaken and like a withering petal got up to spy

It was pure made of gold, kingship without a crown
Jumping smiling making gestures as a clown

I could hardly see, I could rarely feel
I was on my knee, it was about to steal

I was alone with sorrow and pain
It stole them without any strain

Was it a boon? Like a fairy tale with a silver spoon
Was it a dream? Or a hallucination and I felt like a goon

Softer colder and refreshing feelings began to girdle
I smelled it, touched it and felt it hurdle

I was in heaven and I could see the fairy
I slowed down, it is all over me and so airy

She was there for me, made me feel special
Took my hand and walked me towards my dreams

My heart was scared for a moment but one look at her
Made me forget my fear for she was full of regales

Lively with new hopes and aims
I loved myself and promised never to take the dry path again

omar@ Sonia.. 2006

A note from clown

2006-12-05T05:18:00.000-08:00

Hii hee hee ha haa this is clown de feelings
Feelings is such a funny word with so much fun into it
Tingling mingling and jingling
Taa da dee taa dumm dumm
I am not so funny and not so full of fun either
Tingly mingling and jingling
Taa da dee taa dumm dumm
World with a funny fold
Laughter with a thunder bolt
Tingly mingling and jingling
Taa da dee taa dumm dumm
Effulgence in you is my aim
I am here to assuage the pain
Tingly mingling and jingling
Taa da dee taa dumm dumm

2006-11-20T23:42:00.000-08:00

hii earthlings..

presenting clown de feelings

...... he is bundled with lots and lots of smiles

......he is here to make the world a better place

......he can be she can be he..depends on its mood

......feelings flown from the clown

.......only positivenes...only love

welcome him

he is clown de feelings

....he is smiling clown..

i leave you with him for the rest of the days

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signing off..

logging off...

taking off...

omar ..

loggin in..

signing in...

landin...

clown de feelings

applause...cheer...smiles...love

omar @ Bye byee c ya soon.....

2006-11-19T18:18:00.000-08:00

She is a star
She cares for all

A twinkle with a smile
A dimple with a style

Cute than the morning dew
Sweet than the sweetest honey

Looks that kill
Makes your eyes still

Attitude of an angel
Solitude gone when you mingle

Love is in the air
Freshness with a glare

Welcome her, she is here to cheer.

Silent

2006-11-15T05:46:00.000-08:00

Silent

Silence it kills you

It says millions of words in one sec

How does it feel when people become silent at a moment that makes you so excited?

Silent is not silent itself

Silent speaks and when it does, its hell

Ever felt being hated

Ever felt being dead

How can people be so strange sometimes?

What hides in silence is bitter truth

Truth that strikes your soul inflicting pain and suffering

It tears your smile

Bit by bit leaving nothing

What is silent?

It’s a separation from family

A mark on character

A punishment for sinner

Life full of worries

Answers without any queries

Shame, regret and depression

Darkness in lighted parties

Cold shivers in sunlight

A way full of unfulfilled wishes

Silent makes you silent

Humans they are the most unlucky beings. Earth and its species they bind in a mutual relationship but not humans. Humans are not species they are blessed not with comfort but with pain. As said by William Shakespeare “Mine honor is my life; both grow in one; take honor from me and my life is done. If you remain silent when I am speaking makes me feel disrespected. Makes me feel restless; speak something so that I know what is hidden inside you. Hurt me physically, it can be cured. By being silent you kill my soul and trust me it can never be healed until death.

Addicted to my car..hahaha Lol

2006-11-14T06:28:00.000-08:00

hmm Thinking ....

2006-11-14T06:27:00.000-08:00

Life has more strings attached then what we know in realty.

When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" Well, it isn't all right....so why don't we say, "That hurts, you stupid idiot?"

That’s because we are in a world full of seekers. Everyone are dependant on each one of them, dependant makes sense. Its dependant when you say you need help, share jokes, held hand, make friends, find company, help others and yes even when others depend on you. We seek everything and to make our needs fulfilled we care for others. I find some people even going to the extent of tolerating mental torture just because they seek from the other person.
Its always, I don’t say that love and care does not exists. I say that it’s a kind of relationship that builds up among individual. There is love but to some extent, I don’t take it on to me, if I feel things are going above the limit of tolerance, its time to act.
Even though there is enslavement, there are few rare impressions. Those are people who make you feel comfortable and vanish without expecting anything from you. I’ve seen many of them and I myself am one among them. I love helping others, it gives me immense pleasure. It’s in my instinct to guide and help others. I do lend a hand but not above my own considerations.

Ok so back to the case in supermarket. We don’t revel that it hurts because we don’t want the person to get offended. It’s just because he may be anyone who can be having some kind of feelings within himself. Just by saying you are hurt you can revel your pain but being in his shoes makes a lot of difference. He may be sad at that moment and may even get depressed, or you can change his happy mood. This is a simple place where the other person is dependant on you for his own peace. It can as well happen to you. Care and love are part of it. So be considerate enough to think before you act.

Love with open doors
Foot in their boots

Seekers are givers
Feelings without shivers

Make way for the needy
Closed gates at the greedy

Held hands walk in hand in hand
Help them in band with magic wand

Sea Winds...

2006-11-12T08:17:00.000-08:00

Hi to this world where I take refuge
Hi to the earthlings whom I seek daily
Bye to my worries and bye to my ferries that bought me here
I am with my funnies; I am with my bunnies that are soft to cheer
No more bore, no more sore
It’s all healed, it’s all sealed
There is a rainbow without any shadow
I look at you and twinkle at the dew
There is no shear when I shy
There is no tear in my eye
Winds trumpet in my ear
Shores make me cheer

Today was a sunny day and it made me crave for memories of yesterday.
That day was daylight to me in the deepest of darkest caves.
I felt happy and cheered my friend who was with me till I got exhausted and said no more.We had gone for shopping for whole day and when we were done with it, we went to Henly beach.

The shore reminded me of my love with people whom I left far behind me.

I don’t hear them,
I can’t cheer them.

The silent waves told stories of ages to go, but my story was unique and special. Each one has its own tale with its own trail. “Don’t look back in life“this I have been hearing since I was a kid, but these sea waves they make my mind experience roller coaster of memories.

I see around and find shaky images that conceal me with surroundings that make me yearn for, like a lost child I raise my hands in air and look around with an ailing request to be carried and cared.

When the winds move the sea my heart goes wild. It remind me the soft touch of my love, I remember loving her with true heart. We walked like the sea with the wind. I laughed looking in her eyes. I cried with her pain. I lived for her once and now I die because of her. She was an angel of love, she was a cherished dream. I am alone for she left with a stranger as the river that departs from the sea winds to the mountain.

I try to divert from those sad memories and look ahead. I see, that’s what makes me feel, makes me remember the days spent with care. I was arrogant and careless, but being away from care I am careful and wise for I still hear the whispers that guide.

I get up from the sands and walk towards my nest. For looking ahead in life is easier than walking backwards.

Hyderabad..has lot of Good stuff too

2006-11-07T20:22:00.000-08:00

Hyderabad...

2006-11-07T19:19:00.000-08:00

Driving in Adeliade made me remeber the traffic in Hyderabad ..Now i laugh on it, once i was part of it hahahhaha Lol

My Own Car... Finally

2006-11-07T07:16:00.000-08:00

Driving a car is in my instinct,
I drove cars for six years. It was yesterday I got up and went to garage, took my Daewoo Sedan. It was my first drive on Adelaide roads, I was so confident it showed in my attitude. I ignored all the fears, beliefs that my contemporaries tried to put in me. People have many different points of views when it comes to showing off their so called experiences abroad. I really don’t care for their words, what I care is how much confident I am. That day was glazing with my pride. I said to myself time to take off; it’s enough of driving practice of six years. Rules at Adelaide are so easy that I assume even kids can drive safely without any harm and I was a grown up on the other hand. Anyways I was at garage, got into my car said bye to my friend Melvin, who has been taking care of my car all these days. Driving it all the way from Para Hills to City was an experience to cherish, the fact was that I was new to driving here and I was new to the streets as well. I looked at all the directions, a quick glance at the street directory. Though I drove all the way without any misleading way, I am still in dilemma of how did I manage it so well. After coming to city, my first job was to take all my friends on a drive. We drove to Glenelg beach had ice creams. Drove back home. It was a good day and I felt nice about it, after so many gaps I still could drive it so well and in a country where I am just learning things. From then there was no stopping. I don’t go even a meter without it haha Lol.

Few carnival pics

2006-11-05T03:06:00.000-08:00

Tries and ties...a budding poet :)

2006-11-05T02:47:00.000-08:00

This is

This is life
This is smile
This is fun
This is pun
This is mile
This is soil
This is chime
Is this is fine?
In the memory pile.

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Confession...

Dying is not an obsession,
Dying is not a possession

Dead soul is pain in the eyes
Deceased in flame for the lies

Departed is a stature of end
Vanishing is a matter of second

Wiping tears is tough
Forgiveness is enough

Hatred kills the lively
Love is so much like hardly

Pity me till I am alive
When I am dead sympathy the soul

Shame is till I breathe
Fame is for the dead

Dark is the shadow of earth
Bright is the pillow of dirt

I don’t die for I care
I don’t cry for I share

Finaly got busy.....

2006-11-02T03:30:00.000-08:00

Smiling, fun filled moments are when you feel content and pleasant when actually it’s a hot summer out there. There are times when thoughts make you feel comfortable in the toughest situations. Feeling strong inside can win a battle even if you are alone against millions of them. It’s all a matter of being confident; I like it when I get rewarded for my efforts. Today I got a job and felt happy about it, it’s because I faced the interview confidently without any hesitation.
Its all in a smile and that one curve clicks the relationships.

Try it and believe in it smile the way to everyone’s heart.

But Da Memories remain...

2006-11-01T07:24:00.000-08:00

Some memories that I cherish most.
My pets are more than anything to me. I had a parrot, Mithu, a German cat, bahadur and many dogs but my favorite doggy was petro for I knew him when he hardly could open his eyes. Petro had a great respect for me and could understand my words for he didn’t see his mother but was under my care when he first opened his eyes in this world. Mithu was a good soul he learnt flying from me and friendship with bahadur lasted few months but those months were enough for us to share happiness for the rest of our lives.
That one in pink is my naughty sis; she is my twin sister and is a friend to me. Memories are like the foot prints on the sands of time just like what Sydney Sheldon wrote in his novel.

DAEWOO SEDAN

2006-10-31T20:45:00.000-08:00

Today it’s very pleasant, for one reason that I am happy. The winds are cool, the clouds are all over the sky. It’s pleasant because of two reasons the climate is one but also the fact that I have done all the formalities of my car. I got it transferred on my name, got it insured and also did all the formalities concerned with it. RAA is where I have done my membership with. Handing over the membership card the lady at the counter said” Safe Driving” this was enough for me to be sure I have done with all of it. Now I can drive like I have never imagined, its not that I will be a stupid driver but a sensible one.

Guess....

2006-10-31T18:13:00.000-08:00

When there is no hope, when there is no scope…
When light seems a distant dream, when eyes are num...
When there is nothing like you, when there is no one near you...
There comes a ray of hope, she is caring like a mother, demanding as a leader…
Making us smile in the toughest times... Making us feel at home .away from home.
She is there to bring out, inspire and guide us on the mysterious paths...
That we are unaware ever existed… paths that lead to success and glory.
She is Viji Mohan…
I still remember the first day I saw her. I was late to the class (as usual though). After few minutes I got in tune of the class and started my answers, she was silent for few seconds and said” he has come just now and started off”. This was my inspiration through out her lecturers. I managed to come on time, be active as ever. She made the lectures so much fun, not to forget the perfection. She is a perfectionist in true sense. Learnt many things from her, the best of them all is time management. If it wouldn’t you, I don’t think we would have loved the subject.

Don

2006-10-31T06:37:00.000-08:00

DON….
Now showing at city center cinemas, Adelaide. What’s so much hype about a movie like this, I don’t care if it’s a remake or even if it has been seen to that it is a hit among people. With so much excitement I went to see this movie with my friends, there were Australians as well. One look at the posters made me feel so much thrilled. The movie begins with Sharukh khan as the leading role, named as Don. It was great watching the movie till it was half way through, which is when it was shot In Malaysia it, was good and decent. My Australian friends who were very eager to see how India looked were getting a bit more restless. It was me who had brought them to show how my great country is, it was my biggest mistake. Looking at Malaysia my friends precisely Australians were in a state of sleep, for the streets and most of the background looked similar to their own country. Then at last Don plans to visit India, this is where I get real excited and my friends energized. Finally the suspense was to end and with it my impression of self respect. The director leaves no mark to make our own country look so annoying with all the shit such as the bullock carts and Don running in streets which looked like slums, then the last but not the least amazing way of creativeness, from where the hell did the cloth huts and cooking on grass come. Portraying one’s own country as a prehistoric tribal culture making it look as poor and ugly as possible does no good. What does the film industry achieve in doing so? We people here, trying so hard to keep up our own country as an image of decency and cultured nation. Struggling each day to make the foreigners realize that we are similar to them in every aspect are fools in real sense. All our efforts are wasted by just one silly movie which boasts itself of latest technology but I ask where? Just in some other country like Malaysia rather than India. I am angry on the entire crew for what they have done. Heck with it, this is my last bollywood movie, for they are shit and they show shit.

few more tries- me as a poet

2006-10-31T00:33:00.001-08:00

Life is so full of hopes, closed doors and open highways
Life brings happiness if you look at it the way it is
Life is felt when you first see smiles
Life is heaven, if you make it
Life is a fun ride if you ride it in a way it is
Life is smiles, see it that way
Life is hope, keep faith with the lord
Life is love, find it as you go
Life is sharing, get going with others
Life is creative, invent new ideas
Life is life, live it the way it is.
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Lost like the sea
Love like to see
Pain in the soul
Cake in the bowl
Eyes on the more
Hands on the less
Cents are counted
Hearts are opened
Make way for the kings
Barriers ahead for the slaves
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A true me

2006-10-31T00:32:00.000-08:00

Hii this is Omar, I am not so desperate to be sad. I am in true sense, a guy who is happiest to the fullest. Sometimes I write posts that are too emotional doesn’t mean I am very sad or rather sadist in nature. I love it when people around me smile with me, I make the world a happier place to live. My dreams are many and I assume I am very naughty with a good sense of humor. I don’t like boasting about myself, I say what I am in actual sense. I laugh, I smile, I enjoy my life in short I love myself and I am enjoying every nano second of my life. I say cheers to everyone I meet, i like the lip curves when they are in the upward direction. I start my day with haha and then hehe and then all over hahaheheh hahahehhee and Lol… its fun to try and when you have mastered it, come to me I will laugh in the same rhythm as you. Lets make world a better place to live.
Cheers!

Friends make it special

2006-10-30T21:47:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was good; my inner conscious said I am going to have a good time. There was a bright welcoming blazing sun
There was a cool caring breeze
I thought it’s always there but what’s so special about today?
Still lying on my bed
I could hear the coming of a good start
The footsteps of my friends
We are here, they said
Let’s go have fun; this was enough to make me feel comfortable
Like a resigning detective I got up, enough of wondering
That’s it we are going to have fun. It sounded so clear and nice.
There we were in the next moment to the aquatic center.
Summing to the fullest, sauna, steam baths and fun filled moments.
It was fun after all.

Like a Bird

2006-10-30T21:36:00.000-08:00

Like a bird I fly
In the blueness of the sky

What is happiness?
What is sadness?

I am a stranger to all of it
I am a stranger to some of it

Where is my nest?
Where is my rest?

Its all gone with the winds
Its all there with the dreams

I lie in the memory pile
Like a bird flying in the sky

A differenet mood.. lets figure out

2006-10-27T00:41:00.000-07:00

Dats me, thinking deeply over my project. I am planning to hack into Microsoft, know their code and invent a new operating system and name it as fuckinghell. Microsoft does this every time; they screw you up of everything, leaving you desperate for revenge. Stealing the code is a game for Microsoft. They have it in them, all the shameless faces of hideous allegations. I hear a lot of micro information about them since they hide the truth so much that only micro of it is left. Its not that I hate them since I am typing all this in a word processor owned by them installed in the Microsoft windows. I just want them to realize the big mistakes they are involved into. I don’t blame anyone and I don’t want them to change either for the more cunning they are the more enhanced versions of my favorite operating system I get. The latest news stealing the code from google talk messenger. Another instance when the sued a software firm for their software website contained windows in the name. anyways no hard feeling I love this operating system and will hope to get with the competition with them someday when I own my own software firm.

Hookahs and Sheeshan

2006-10-25T10:03:00.000-07:00

I Love this place and the ambience it gives. What if I don’t visit Egypt, I still have this great place to satisfy my passion of being there. It’s the Egyptian restaurant on Hindley Street, it has good cuisine to tempt your taste buds. Eating at this place makes me feel as if I am in Africa rather than Australia. They are dressed up in their traditional clothes, the hookahs and Sheeshan. The flavors range from apple to mint relaxing every sense of your mind and soul. I love eating the Shaowarma, it’s meat or chicken rolled into chunks of butter and vegetables making it a healthy diet. Sheeshan is very effective for the tired soul for it relaxes and soothes your body. Herbs do wonders; they make you realize that you are natural in the sense that your body is accustomed to natural elements than the chemically prepared artificial drugs. Take my suggestion …. Stay healthy, stay natural.

Here Comes Eid

2006-10-23T22:33:00.000-07:00

Here comes Eid... It’s celebrated after month of Ramadan. I love being spiritual at times and this occasion gives me the right boost. Fasting is the main course that we are suppose to do, it includes the renunciation of all the evil. Evil in the sense which makes us feel ashamed of ourselves, no lies, no nasty things, no and no to all the stupid and senseless acts. For me its Ramadan always, it’s not like, I don’t fast all the remaining days but I try to avoid evil as much as I can. Some things that I like about this month are – Good food (yummy yummy), Good people (people are helpful at this time), Lot of time to myself, Fresh fruits and above all of them being spiritual.
Today was Ramadan; I got up with a start for I was having an exam. I had slept on my book and when I woke up I couldn’t figure out what website I am surfing ( actually I slept on my book as a pillow and when I opened my eyes I could see the figure explaining the website structure). Next try I again opened my eyes and this time I realized that was my book and I have a exam.. Got up and looked at my watch with a cracked front glass. I study my watch so that I do not read time indicated by the cracked line (I love this part of it, I feel like a professional detective). It was 7 am and the exam was at 9 am. As for others they were already ready for the Eid prayers anyways I don’t care. I had a bath went to my uni. The exam lasted for 2 hours; I returned back lay on my bed. I was dead for another 3 hours.
Pump it up…pump it
Dats my ring tone, who is it? Ooyee chowe choweet dats my mom calling up. With lot of difficulty I get up, helloee mamma. Ooh nah it’s my naughty sis. Wad ya sis, she called up to wish me Eid Mubarak, the conversation went for another hour. Spoke to everyone, finally I said I am sleepy will be online to chat after sometime.
I spoke to all my family for another few more hours then my doggy in web cam, wagging his tail. It was his turn after all, I spoke to him with his headphones and he was understanding or not but his continues wagging told me he understood. I told him to be polite, to eat well, take care etc and all those instructions that mom had told me (see I remember them so well ha-ha Loll).
After that got tired, went offline and slept for another couple of hours.
Before in India Eid was the day I would have been waiting eagerly, it was celebrated with so much pomp. Shopping, giving alms to poor people. Ours is a huge family and we all gathered at our house. The whole day was filled with fun and enjoyment. All of had a dress code for the special day, prayers at same place. Gone are my days of fun, its now just me and today I am with my friends, tied and hungry for no one bothered to prepare anything. Anyways all of us got up at 8 Pm, cleaned the kitchen, and prepared hot spicy Biryani and chicken curry. We watched a Hindi movie and ate then went to sleep again. Good night.

Diwali bonanza

2006-10-22T04:19:00.000-07:00

Diwali is the festival of lights and sparkles, from childhood I have been so excited about the celebration. For me crackers sparkling up above in the sky meant so divine. I would be ready for the day making all the plans I can for the enlighten night. I would decide what crackers I would burn that day and carry them where ever I go. But now this is diwali again, I am in Adelaide with my friends and I can’t see a single sparkle anywhere, believe me guys I stay in a smoke free world, there is no smoke and how can I expect any sparkles. Just got up casually, my friend Dona planned few exciting things like going to beach and having a bash. So there we are with a cold bash of diwali, we got into the water and played cold diwali, with the sea water and as we threw the water in the air we could see them turn into tiny sparkles with the reflection of the sun. it was fun, I loved it …

exams fever got over me

2006-10-19T03:13:00.000-07:00

ooh is that me ..so silly of me to think over exams , when actually i was suppose to pose for an photograph..

2006-10-19T01:02:00.000-07:00

Exams are here; I could see the sky turn red, the silence prayers and the loud heart beats. Take no tension, exams are fun and I enjoy them. Today there was no class and we were given a chance to clear our doubts by Graham, he is very optimistic about everything . I like the way he points out the cultural differences and makes sure we are in track of every minute detail. I appreciate the way Graham takes responsibility of us. Today he came sharp at 10:00 Am for all of us so that we are ready for that one crucial battle, for that last impact we will have on our exams. i love it when he says " Any questions?" thus making sure all his students are not left behind . Graham always has time for his students this makes him so special.Thanks Graham for being there.
It was a silent day after all, no one speaking, I find empty halls, empty computer pools. Where have everyone gone, has the world come to an end. Busy studying I presume, on the other hand I have been staying awake all nights so that I could complete the syllabus. I am here in my Uni so that I could spend some time with my friends but no one to be seen anywhere. I think its time for me to go and see if I have any unfinished work to do...

Second Coming of Jesus Christ

2006-10-18T08:48:00.000-07:00

"They will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory." (Luke 21:27)

Adelaide has a good sculpture of the above statement , its so lively . I see it whenever I take the route towards the South Australian Museum.

Me as a Photographer

2006-10-18T08:40:00.000-07:00

Adelaide its heaven on earth .

I love the tall buildings , no place for small things here.

Got it at a car show in Rundle Mall..

Roses everywhere make the place special , not to forget the fragrance

This was yesterday , The winds were very scary .

NeW Life is It?

2006-10-18T04:28:00.001-07:00

Like the heart beat it sounds deep in my mind, the “tick” sound made by my clock right in front of me when I sit in my bedroom. When given a chance I could write millions of pages describing the journey of a second till it is called a year. I have felt the time, I graduated a year back and that year after my degree was a pack of smiles and tears. I smiled looking at my family and I cried looking at the way other students were making their step higher than me. It pains me when I see myself in the mirror I lay on my bed whole day dreaming about all the things I could have done. That was a year back but now things have changed I am here in Adelaide- the land of festivals they say but for me it’s a land of opportunities. Now it’s been a month that I am here I call my self Australian or rather “Austhralian”. Home for me is the one where my family is, for my kind of a person it never will be a home away from a home. I love my family, I love my people and it never means that I am disobedient to this country.

Adelaide for me is a dream, its not that I couldn’t have come here but it’s because of the love of my mom. She could never have sent me here. Mom just wanted me to fulfill my dream, that’s why I am here in Australia.

Though I spent all the year working hard and doing whatever possible to make myself called a true engineer, there was an empty space the hope to complete my masters’ degree.
I was known for my intellectual perspective. Back in India I walked on the streets as a saint of technology. Today when I walk on the streets of Adelaide I feel like a kid learning how the things work. Now I feel complete within but I have lots of mountains ahead and only hope the trekking will be successful.

I wake up from my dream and here my mom calling me “Omar” I look around and find myself all alone in a alien place. Oh my God who left me here where my family, my room is and why the hell my doggy isn’t barking? Huh me and my silly acts of home sickness for the thousand times I’m in Adelaide.

The day I was to leave all my good days of love and care was filled with mixed feelings; I didn’t come home till the last few minutes of my flight. I did not want to see my mom’s eyes in tears; I kept myself away and cried to myself. At the airport I couldn’t see in the eyes of my family. All these years I’ve shared everything of me with them and now I am on my own in an alien world. I said to myself no more tears, I have cried enough now I don’t want to stress my eyes more. Like a small kid I started to admire the things around me as if my mom is holding me and showing the airplanes that were parked outside the waiting hall. Just as I was about to feel sad the plane had got ready. I said to myself its time to fly, I was a bird now I quickly checked my back oh my god I could feel the feathers behind me. Up and above the pilot signaled and I was flying there I was leaving everything of me down below the plane in my own country and I could see my soul below me saying bye from the airport. I realized it’s just my body that has boarded the plane I signaled the pilot to stop but it was too late.

Flying high is an experience to cherish; I enjoyed it more than anything else. on the flight probably I was the only one new to flying. I could see the clouds below, the tiny buildings and the green farmlands and I felt I was looking at the map from different angles. I was a bird flying for the first time of its life but the only difference between us is the bird returns to its nest as the sun sets. I flew miles crossing the islands, the final destination was Australia. the plane finally landed , my feathers were no where to be seen I was human again .

I was in a dream, will someone give me a pinch did I really leave my home. I was one happier guy as I knew there are lakhs of them like me who fly each year to make their dreams come true. I come out, hey it’s the parking area but where is my car the Mitsubishi Lancer that was my only means of travel. There I was feeling helpless and I realized I left that one too; my God I’m so silly. Luckily my friend raheem came to rescue me; I hugged him after a long time. We got into his car and drove. Adelaide on the first day to me was like a picture of some prehistoric houses. I could see all small houses lined up all the way and the more small houses I saw the more disappointed I was. Thoughts came crashing in my mind, I began thinking did I do a right thing. All these thoughts made me feel miserable.

My friend was very happy to see me his eyes said everything, we finally got to his rented house it was nicely furnished with all the luxuries that were very much needed for a comfortable place. His big brother was a very kindhearted guy, very calm and sensible. I went straight to the bedroom and slept, after few hours I heard a known voice waking me up. I got up with a stun, I couldn’t believe my eyes I said “you were in Australia when did you return“and instead of replying to my answer my friend was laughing on me. He said look around and to my horror I was in an extraterrestrial place I jumped from the bed, there I was in Adelaide. I had a bath, got ready time to go tot the university.

By now you must have got familiar with my friend so I will call him raheem from now on. Raheem and I got out, it was winter outside and a cold breeze was waiting to welcome me. I loved the coldness and the weather was fresh but what I didn’t like was the way I was shaking, did my shoes have a vibrator in them or was I feeling the new climate. I pretended to be strong and raheem showed me the way to board my bus to the university, it was at the stop little distance ahead but was on a slope. I didn’t like the idea but gave up for that was the only way out. Raheem signaled the bus got into it and took a ticket, punched it in the magnetic code reader. I wondered where the hell the conductor was and raheem said he is inside the punch machine so tiny to be seen. Hope so I thought, I felt so dumb.

Then we got down at the university and walked with the strangers who were all different from the people I had known, each one of them were different from one another, there were Australians, Chinese, Japanese, Afghans, Lebanese, Italians, Pakistanis and what did I see Indians there were so many of them . I could see one Indian at least in a crowd of five; I said to myself I am proud to be an Indian. With so many thoughts I walked with raheem into my university. It was possibly the best place existed for me in Adelaide where I could see so many Indians. Raheem got my enrollment from filled up then took me to the city’s Rundle mall. For those who don’t know about it, its an shopping centre that stretches through the lane of the city centre, its on the King William street. The first glance at the Mall made me very joyful, for I know felt happy looking at the huge buildings and shopping centers surrounding it. I was in Australia; my opinion got changed from the small houses to a whole new world to explore. I felt thankful to God.

Than began my daily walk up the hill to catch a bus to my university, it pained my legs for I haven’t walked before never experienced anything like this. Now I realized the luxurious my family had given to me.

Day two
Last night I was awake speaking to raheem the whole night, discussed the changes that took place on his absence. This made me to sleep tightly without experiencing jet lack. I slept till it was noon and when I woke up I was alone in my bed, I wondered where everyone had disappeared. I went to eat the breakfast; it was Lebanese bread with tea. What a change of diet I thought to myself. Felt proud to taste an international cuisine, it was time to unpack my luggage. There was everything needed for me, it was just the clothes and my books that need to be taken out. I was all to myself now, I decided to stay home. It was night and everybody was back home, raheem explained people here are busy and they value for time. I remembered the old saying “Time is money” , but then why don’t I feel the same way at this moment that was because I am new , what does that mean “new” am I some kind of a company product . It’s just that I am under some spell that I don’t have the same feeling. That was day two and now coming to day three

Day three

From childhood I’ve heard that three is an unlucky number, kind of superstitious beliefs that was what I thought of it previously but now at this moment I realized that it was true. I believed on a superstition that I laughed before, so silly of me isn’t it? Keep reading and you will know why it was so unlucky for me. It was the most unfaithful day I got up as usual there was no one except me and my loneliness. It was my ordeal to be on my own; I was supposed to go to my university. I got ready like with full enthusiasm, paved my way to the bus stop. My first ever step alone on this land made me feel proud. I had the same feeling as Neil Armstrong might have had when he landed on the moon, he landed or not is another part of the controversy but it doesn’t matter much to me. Feeling high in life is sometimes a paradigm to being insecure, I came out of my house and what I find difficult is where to go? Was that right or left, after screwing my mind I analyzed that it was left, okay I am on the right path cheers! I did exactly as how my friend has told me; I was a programmed robot trying to make that first impact. I waiting for the bus was something I hated most but it was what I am programmed to do, so I am on it. When the bus came I got into it and the driver stared at me as if I was rude to him. I asked for a ticket and when I got it I was in a dilemma of how to punch it in the machine. I looked at the driver smiled at him in a very childish manner, I got it punched.

Mithu Come Back

2006-10-18T04:26:00.000-07:00

Writing a story is more complicated one and imagine writing something which is real is something more delicate for it makes my eyes num and hands shake, make my tears roll… sadness and happiness shadow over me I’m in a state of mixed feeling syndrome I neither laugh nor cry and imagine writing something in this situation requires a lot of control over the hurricane of feelings that take over me. This story is of my Mithu… Mithu was brought up in his natural environment and what happened to him before he landed at our place is something very suspicious I wonder even Sherlock Holmes the great detective would have ever solved this mystery. Mithu was very young probably in his childhood. he was always active always naughty and very handsome at his age .. But something very dreadful happened with him that has made him take refuge at our place, the days he spent with us are so unbelievable just like a fairy tale, something unimaginable, for us he has left something very special something very sweet … its his memories to make us smile at times of sadness . Mithu is someone who always wanted to be more than what he was at his age he always dreamt of flying higher than anyone elder than. His behavior was at times so innocent and sweet that I bet his cuteness would have melted the heart of the cruel Hitler if he would have been existed and at times he was the Hitler himself reenacting all that evil things that Hitler did… These were the times I wished he should be sent to some mental asylum for treatment, He was one attitude conscious fellow, who never listened to anyone at any cost. All his behavior changes made me believe that he was an victim of multiple personality disorder .Mithu couldn’t speak our language and so I thought why not try to make him learn few words till he stays with us and so I started researching the various ways to demonstrate the teaching skills that would be required by me to make him learn. one fine morning I started of by making him say his own name , I recited the word “Mithu” umpteen times and to my wonder he didn’t even say “M” Of it that day I knew how arrogant he was and how much he loved his own language . He ate everything given to him at times snatching it from us when we were near to him, he didn’t even wait till we get to his eating bowl. He was a fatty in few days, but his enthusiasm and undying hope to fly made me look at him as a spiritual being , he was so strong inside that I knew he will fight anything courageously , that’s what made us so careless to leave him out to play for hours without checking on him even once throughout his play. I remember the good old days with him when he used to climb on my shoulders for a joy ride, sometimes even on my sisters and cousins, this ride made him and us very cheerful since he was so playful, Mithu always felt tired during the ride and he was so childish that he slept with his head in my hairs. He was cuter than the word cute itself, Mithu I miss u so much. My darling Mithu was so much dear to us that we mentioned his name everywhere; if someone knew us they would definitely know who this great fellow was Mithu. Looking at him sometime made me feel pity for him, though Mithu never mentioned us of his past, we could make out he needed to be in his natural habitat. We humans sometimes forget what the other beings crave for, I learnt slowly from the strange behavior of Mithu, he was a happy chap when he was hungry and this made him closer to us, probably for his food (as if we were his slaves). He seemed as someone very dependent to me, I started to feel the pain that he was undergoing for when he was fed he would jump with joy, climb every possible place that would give a lift to fly. Mithu go and take the food for yourself , I would say that but was that of any use ? I said to myself its time he must learn to be independent. I myself have spent months being dependent on people, making me helpless and sad. I met with an accident few months back and this made me depend on my family for months

DreamS....

2006-10-18T04:25:00.000-07:00

Dreams…... They haunt me now, who needs ghosts and vampires just close your eyes and shiver to death. I’m talking about the real truth its no fiction and nothing related to making stories.

Hello people this is Omar again with the haunting dreams. I do dream , dreams make my life keep going for when I don’t dream I’m frozen like the cube in the refrigerator and when I dream I melt … Dreaming something related to life and its requisiteness is very scary sometimes . I want to keep moving ahead be with my friends and not get slower or even faster than them. I’m not being greedy but it’s what everybody dreams of.

After completing graduation I was on my way to Masters in my course , the next step was making all the arrangements for my admissions in the US . Got my papers ready with full enthusiasm and energy went straight to Kaplan Consultants –My greatest mistake I would never want to repeat. There I got cheated of all my money my time and my hope was crushed under the shoes of greedy people, lost and angry I was helpless and desperate for revenge …. This one is a real story and revenge lasted for few minutes then I sat to myself , decided and went straight to the Kaplan shouted at them called them all sort of words , they didn’t even bother to send my documents for admission such is their greed for money .

what revenge could I have taken nothing just had my throat get pain and my heart ache I felt the pain inside me for the first time and I knew that hurting mentally causes more destruction rather than with weapons or any fire arms –lesson learnt . now what was left broken pieces of me staring the emptiness that filled sadness in the air , people made fun of me but what stood as a strong force behind me that made me even bold , more powerful was the shield that was my family . these are the times when you love your family than anything else slowly I started collecting all that torn pieces of me shattered on the cruel earth , greedy and tricky to make your life miserable and hopeless…….

An engineer was me when I approached the Kaplan Consultancy not I was beginning to feel like a retarded person I cried to myself “how could I get cheated so easily “ it was then . I said to myself life sucks is not proper just do it the other way suck the life out of the wicked people, I started hating everything that was life in this planet that is human the exception – my family , my friends .

I stated to shout at the humans, tried to get a chance of even trashing few of them …. One day my family had that enough of me doing crazy stuff it was the day I went straight to my neighbor’s place at started shouting at them – the reason some little kid flashed an laser beam on me , so silly of me to make it a serious issue . that day when my family made it clear that I was acting foolishly I cried like a baby and that was the end of me and my kingship and I knew other humans are as well kings and not my slaves ………

dreaming began with a rainfall it was like a cloudy dark sky and with few thunders started raining, it rained so heavily that the more and more I tried to comfort myself the more my heart beats faster. then next day it rained again .the rain continued for few more days and at last on fine morning my tears stopped and I could see a clear blue sky , that was the day I dreamed again and this time more determined more powerful , I knew I’m going to get admissions and this time I couriered them myself , the more determined I was the more my lips cured upwards forming a cute little smile , I smiled after many sad days the smile was more fresh than the winter morning and even beautiful than the rose and the dew .

That day was my day I felt as if I conquered the world I felt just like how Alexander might have felt after conquering the Egypt, it was the auspicious day when I received my i20-addmission letter, not one but all the four of them I felt so happy, I know for everyone getting an i20 is like biting the piece of cake that’s inside their mouth, thanks for Kaplan I felt like it being tougher than climbing the mount Everest. Anyway got i20 party time.

The next step for me was Visa interview. By now all my friends were transferred from being normal to being online, they were just a small window on my screen I could see only their face, guessed right they are in US and on their webcams. now was a time very serious for me I wanted to be like them wanted to do MS , I dreamed of staying with my friends but now I’m left very far away from them , I know I cant reach them .life was cruel to me , by now my dreams are plastered ,bandaged and still healing . I booked my appointment on the Dec 19th it was the only date available and I knew if I get rejected I’m dead for another 6 months.

I started all my preparation got my papers prepared by trusted legal sources. one week to go , 6 days ,5 days ,4days , 3rd day I was to leave and still my papers haven’t reached , I went to inquire and what shock I get …… they are lost its afternoon 11, had to leave by 6 and they lost.. I could see the horrifying blank faces around me the dark shadows searching all over the rooms for my papers shouting Omar Omar where is the file Omar and with each Omar my heart beats faster I sweat with my hands over my face ….. Why me always, why is everything come to an end is God angry on me I asked God’s forgiveness for I knew he is the only one I could trust for, then suddenly I hear the word “Found” this word was a life saver to me and alone lifeline I could get hold of. Took the papers it was 4:30 time running out, got to go …. Hungry, desperate, sad I went hurryingly to my home get all the things packed, my family was a lot of help.

Oooosssh that’s how I sounded just like the Ferrari at its top speed I landed at my bus stop, my friend with me …the time is 6:30, 7. I was tensed and went with him straight to the main office, talked to the bus driver, u see these Volvos nowadays provide the drivers with a phone thank heavens; I sat at peace hearing him..... He spoke very little but said that its going to be late few more minutes, 7:30. 8, 8:40 the bus finally arrived. I prayed to God no more tension I had enough for the day, but did I think second time the day usually ends at 12:00, it was night I was sleeping after watch a movie the bus showcased.

It was around 2:15 I heard a big Scrreeech……. what’s that sound still in deep sleep something told me the bus has stopped lazily I got up went straight to the driver and what do I see no driver, I go down and I see the most amazing thing of my life a long queue of about twenty buses lined up as if there’s some parade going on. Looking here and there I find the driver busy chatting with some passerby, on enquiring I find that theirs been an accident it will take few hours to get everything cleared –my heart skip a beat, visa counseling not attended by me, I need to go through the questions prepare answers so much has to be done 29 Hrs to go for my interview. I sweat again there is something inside me making sounds I get curious its my heart and I could hear the sounds through my ears ,were the sounds so loud ? I sit in silence, my friend sitting beside me says” everything happens for good don’t worry you will get a visa “his words seems like a downpour in the sunny lands.

I concentrate on my inner self my heart which is still shouting at me for giving so much tension. Time flies like wind and slowly the way cleared up, the bus starts to move I felt happy monsoon again. A loud thump and we started to Chennai again. I don’t remember when I slept but I dreamt again this was a horrifying dream that I was rejected I woke up startled then again slept. With morning came the Chennai where I was supposed to make the interview …..

Took a hotel room got freshen up looked at the time it was 3:00 in the afternoon. 17 hrs to go, forms has to be filled up, papers has to be checked .

I had lunch in the nearby restaurant it was 4:00 by the time I got back to my room. I filled up the forms and then stared checking my papers the financial statements, the bank documents, property papers and suddenly I felt a blow inside me as if someone has trashed me on my cheeks I looked at it again this time I was sure I’m not going to make it, the bank statement has a big recognizable mistake an mistake that was about to ruin all my dreams. In spite of my taking all the precautions about the minute details how could this sprung up. Now I had enough of it I said to myself no more tensions no more with all determination I prepared myself for the final round. Slept early got up late with a smile on my cheeks, kept cool, I was very determined and cheerful this is what we are expected before facing the Visa officers.

I went straight to the American embassy the time was 8:00 Am, it was a long queue, got in now was my turn to go to the officer and as luck would have it I was asked to stand in the queue that lined up for Nancy, for all those who are unaware of Nancy she is very professional in issuing the visas, most of the people she dealt with are all rejected and I’m here standing in front of her …..

Even before my turn she started staring into my eyes for any nervousness , since I kept cool that day I didn’t mind her gesture , my turn came she asked the usual questions like “why US?” “Why this UNI?” etc. Answered all of them success rate 90% then suddenly she asked my bank statement. I was helpless cant say N so had to hand over it to her .she stared not in my eyes but at the statement then said in a firm voice “what’s this ?” I looked at that and was about to say that she could confirm from the bank I heard the final verdict “we are sorry but we can’t issue a visa to you “I simply smiled and left feeling silly.

All the war and bloodshed has ended with me in Australian VISA..As they say All is well that ends well , it goes with me as well.

Life just goes on

How Sick can i GeT

2006-10-17T01:42:00.000-07:00

What the…
Didn’t I warn you before, o yea so you want to test ya guts? Okay let’s see how sick can you get, go ahead read on. I am an introvert when it comes to making confessions; I hate being pointed out for silly stupid and baseless allegations. I hate it when I am made to stand with the guilty.

I am not a sinner, for God sake; leave me alone you ruthless humans out there. I am serene like the night waves of an ocean; this really doesn’t mean you can show your bitterness on me. Humans they always come in contact, the more I run away from them the more they trouble me. I need space, I need freedom. I really don’t care if you are my old school buddy or even my acquaintance, what I care is, not at all your part of business. Earthly creatures call me an prankster, is that all you mean when you look at me.

For all those hollow heads I am no impostor, I hide from everyone; you make me sick for the last time get the hell out of here. I never wanted to be part of this vindictive planet, who wanted to come here. I was rather at peace being no one being no where. Why me? I ask this simple question and try to sleep never to wake up but then there is morning and with it begins my day with pain and anguish. There are so many of them, oh my I find myself so unique. From where all these beings come each day and where the hell they go. For me one day is like a mountain, never ending.

I dream to live a fraction of a second just that but why am I not making it up to the point. I procrastinate and doing this I feel more helpless. Life is a river and it has to flow this is what I was taught and this is what I believe. My reason to stay here in spite of all the persecution, is simple I am used to all the suffering. Come people get over me I am all yours but remember one thing if I turn back at you, the only place you will find yourself is the hell.

Have you ever seen hell? I have seen it, even felt if all over me. It is hell when your people close to you raise fingers making every part of you break into tiny pieces. I felt my heart break; I experienced the death of my soul. I am dead though I walk, speak and move like everybody, my soul is dead and one day when I die I would be the happiest person.

Life it’s just a four letter word packed with all your happiness, sadness and everything that is you.

Hearing Is Part Of Life...

2006-10-17T01:39:00.001-07:00

For all of you who are stranger to me I am an abecedarian its just that I’m always a beginner I love to be one…By being one I try to learn things in my way. Pretending to be a novice is no harm that’s what makes me going. Learning things from others is very easy if you keep your mouth shut that’s what I do just keep my ears open as for other things they remain closed till its not over , I do speak in between though and that’s when I get my doubts cleared . When I was in my 10th standard my class teacher always said learn to listen and then you see yourself flying higher than expected… I say to myself what I know may me something more professional more deeper than the speaker but I strongly believe that there is something special and unique with him that’s makes us so different . That’s how I feel and do I really don’t care what others tend to do and why they do that…. When I say I know everything I mean I `m not interested and that’s what is the real truth.

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HappineSS Is More than what You think it is

2006-10-17T01:37:00.000-07:00

Hi I’m back and this time I have brought happiness with me, happiness it’s so nice to hear and when you see it, you will take it through your lip that’s how it travels faster than anything and there we are blaming the light for nothing. Now that I’m back here with my solitariness I smile to myself remembering all the good times I had with my friends ..Anyways nothing gonna come back. Something I hate most was how some of them camouflaged their hatred with professions of friendship but that’s a different story. Today was something special that made me happy it was a talk with my old friends … as we began to talk I realized what I have been missing all these days ,that little hello made my heart skip a beat .. the old voice gave a quick flash back over the years and I said in the old way their nick names it was like a spring season and me flying in the cool breeze .it started as “hii buddy what ya doing nowadays “.and I was smiling all through the conversation as if someone had given me a funny laughing pill. Then suddenly all got over and we said goodbye but that magic is still in my eyes as I see in the mirror, they shine like two twinkling stars in the dark black sky making my lips in a way upward curve. I say to myself the age old myth “laugh more and you end up crying”. Anyway memories are what something to cherish for, life is very rude when it comes to happiness.Make your each day as happy as you can…..

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ZOO ..do i need to go out of my House.?

2006-10-17T01:35:00.000-07:00

How many of you check each and every corner of your room, some do for hygiene for their satisfaction, but people like me are very common. I never bother to check my cupboard or shelves for months or even years to come. It so happened that few days back some of our relatives visited us, and the most annoying part is (hey its not that I hate visitors) , its their younger son , he’s a bully everywhere , he’s so desperate to make people around him Mad , he never keeps quite as if all the stamina of this entire world is stored in him. Jumping jack as he is being referred in our house, his mamma is so proud with that title. Anyways enough of him. Something he did at his stay in our home that made me change my perspective forever. One day he was busy playing with his bear (he’s so crazy that he was throwing a cute bear in air) while playing he suddenly threw it on one of my old shelf, now I was very happy . But he got so arrogant and finally convinced me to get that teddy bear back. So I had to keep a table and climb to that height, what I see there is a teddy with ………….. My gosh I’m falling, I shout like….. hell broke down. Then I control myself. and look straight in the eyes of two cutest pigeon babies I feel like hugging them but instead I got down gave a lovely hug and kiss to my naughty cousin that he ran away as if I’m some kind of man eater. Anyways now I felt soo happy that I have a birds in my own room ( I love birds ) . today when I look in the mirror I find sparkle in my eyes and a changed perspective , now I look each and every corner of my room – Hoping to find a tiger someday (just kidding tigers scare me) . hey that means i`m a proud owner of a zoo now with my doggy, a parrot, four pigeons ( I know, I forget to say about their parents ) , few mosquitoes, few ants , few lizards and many many smiles over my face . Hey above all it’s a free zoo.

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2006-10-17T01:33:00.000-07:00

hiiiguys and gals i`ve got a Sprain in my left leg . The pain is unbearable but i`m enjoying it (just kidding_). anyways i`m sharing my pain for a difference , hey for those who must be wondering how i got this one, its my doggy . today i`ve learned a lesson never play with ya doggy by being a doggy - -omar

the

Culprit......

my love

E-Thieves

2006-10-17T01:31:00.000-07:00

Have you read the article today in deccan chronicle, its very common these days, many key loggers are easily available on the net. it was few days back that i checked into a locale internet parlor since my internet was having problem. I spent about few minutes just to check out my offlines at yahoo ( I think yahoo is addictive mostly the offlines). I read them and then logged off . Then in the evening as I was sitting in my balcony one of my friend called up to say “ have I gone mad “. I said I didn’t get what he was saying , then he explained me that I was chatting to him with foolish use of vocabulary . I was shoked and then I quicly went back to the same parlor to find some school kid at that cabin logged into my yahoo. Damn it I then scolded that fellow and checked the system for any key loggers .. Guys u will get a shock, there were three s key loggers installed and soo many ids were being exploited .The bottom line is please do check for a proper net parlor and then for satisfaction have a look at the task bar below near the clock for any suspicious software running ( these key loggers have very tricky names). Then also have a look at the program files in C:\Program Files. folder. Few timely precautions save a lot of headache trust me.

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Auto WalaS..And they MIsGivings

2006-10-17T01:27:00.000-07:00

hello guys and gals .... Hope u miss your country INDIA, there are many things that you will never find anywhere else other than India, apart from food , clothes, manners . Something that is very common here are the auto walas , they rule the country ( I mean specifically roads ) . these auto walas are the road heros , they have all the freedom , I find them overtaking , jumping signals saying only one word “ kaun police sabb”, for them traffic police is few hundred worth, nothing more . once they pay the daily mamool (as they say for the tip) . its all over fear gone and freedom accomplished. I find mostly these auto walas scratching my car many times with one excuse “ jane to saab take this 100 rs”. What theses people don’t know is a scratch for a lancer is worth minimum of 1000 rs and . they stop soo suddenly that you may wonder how can these normal brakes of auto acts as an power brake most o fthe time .. sometimes u may even bump into them and pay them in return . anyways have a look at your favourite autos

New YeaR Is It?

2006-10-17T01:26:00.001-07:00

New year is it … it’s the first day of the year and what you do on this day reflects the whole year this is what they say and here I am all alone to myself … I get up looking at everyone getting ready to go to the farm for picnic sort of thing …. It’s a long journey and I say to myself I quit ……then realize quit for what , inside me no answer , then again why is that I’m not going with my family …..Still it’s blank with no answer. What am I up to? just said nah I’m not coming left me with my loneliness they left leaving me all alone with empty spaces around me ,I thanks god I’ve not watched any ghost movies or read anything related to ghouls or sprits or anything supernatural stuff… its still morning ,whole day left for me and no work to do, I remember the movie HOME ALONE I imagine myself to be like the kid playing the lead role butt hen I don’t find any thieves in and around my house I get mad I’m desperately looking for one burglar or anyone like that so that I could have fun but then there is no one I get irritated after searching so long and getting nothing.. That’s what I’m lonely in and emptiness getting nothing. then I pause I try to listen some voices I get excited its been afternoon searching now success at last … I get armed with a toy gun I look closer I concentrate now I can hear them at very high pitch I say to myself I want them ..Those crooks must be hiding somewhere nearby very close to me that I can hear them growling but then do burglars growl …. I panic is that some wild animal got into my house smelling flesh, or may some kind of fierce beast who will jump on me and tear me into bits in a flash I throw my toy gun and head straight to my cupboard and get hold of one very strong weapon a bamboo stick will sure get that beast scared to death… I walk slowly without making any noise..I still hear him now the sounds are even fiercer and I can feel them. I search every hook and corner but find nothing…. Then suddenly I pause I freeze to death when I get the sounds from inside me … I want to shout for help but then there Is no one near me … I faint and when I slowly open my eyes I remember the popular dominos advertisement saying “hungry kya” I nod to myself then I laugh out so loudly that even if ghosts existed they would have ran away hearing me laughing … .. I get up and realize the monster was my empty stomach growling at me for food and now was the time to feed it I look around me I find nothing I search like Sherlock Holmes but find no clue of food anywhere, now was the greatest mystery to be solved will my family who loved me so much will they leave no food for me? I get sad and then I realize mamma left some food for me and doggy on the table I get into action. There Is food at last and I eat as if some wild cat has hunted a poor animal and tearing into its flesh hey its not that I’m eating something non-vegetarian but its all vegetarian , I feed myself and the doggy who is fast asleep after eating it as if I had mixed sleeping pills in it.. ..now its evening and I get buzzzz buzzzz on the door yupeee the y had returned everyone of them ..i`m so happy its fun time byee I need to trouble them now .. burglars you see

Why i bLoG

2006-10-17T01:22:00.000-07:00

hail to the planet of which I’m just a tiny little being , I call myself a human or rather specifically Omar… that’s my name and that’s what I’ve been hearing through my ears ever since i learned to recognize sound. This world is where I stay and so the people who may have stumbled upon my blog. I write here, I make my feelings flow here...this is the only corner my only final destination where I get some time to stick what ever experiences I get throughout the day….. My space it’s rather just me...No traffic rules, no laws, no fear, no big no small it’s just all no and no... This is where I sit in silence to hear what my heart says. try to recognize the words in some sequence as my mind puts each of the words just like we do in the game of scrabble…. at the end what left of my is just dreams ..Few frozen dreams