Use them at the right moment and there are few things that can match the awesomeness of 'One Liners'. Here are few cool ones I stumbled across while reading manga (and a few by me) ....
From one generation to the next ..... the following one will continue to surpass the previous [Naruto]
the betrayal that you see is trivial...What is truly fearsome, is the betrayal you dont see...[Bleach]
Everything proceeded just as expected… to the worst outcome... [Bleach]
Fighting death till death will only result in his victory...[Neo*]
I have no regrets in being the last in the race...at least if I stop for a while I will no longer be a part of the crowd [Neo*]
*Neo here refers to Me , Myself and only Me
Friday, August 1, 2008
July 29th 2008...
I had been waiting for this thing not to happen for a little more than 4 years now. Nevertheless it happened. And it hurt...Really deep down in the heart. To an extent that for a second I feared if the pain was for real.
I really wished for once that my fears were for true.
But what I had thought would happen with a bang, was nothing more than few subdued vocal and silent moments. I would have loved a bang rather. Even though it has been more than 10 years since i last burnt a cracker in diwali, I still love the sound.
That brings back to me sweet memories of my school and my Guruji. He asked me to not to burn crackers, I humbly nodded in agreement. He asked not to eat meat , so be it. No tea , no problem. I just used to follow his words without giving a second thought to what might his hidden agenda be. Any way my parents were happy. No tea, meat and crackers meant their boy was becoming less and less expensive to maintain.
After all the zigzags, am pretty much still the same. Still no tea( yuck), meat (rights ), crackers ( earth) and less expensive ( compulsion).
I really wished for once that my fears were for true.
But what I had thought would happen with a bang, was nothing more than few subdued vocal and silent moments. I would have loved a bang rather. Even though it has been more than 10 years since i last burnt a cracker in diwali, I still love the sound.
That brings back to me sweet memories of my school and my Guruji. He asked me to not to burn crackers, I humbly nodded in agreement. He asked not to eat meat , so be it. No tea , no problem. I just used to follow his words without giving a second thought to what might his hidden agenda be. Any way my parents were happy. No tea, meat and crackers meant their boy was becoming less and less expensive to maintain.
After all the zigzags, am pretty much still the same. Still no tea( yuck), meat (rights ), crackers ( earth) and less expensive ( compulsion).
Thursday, February 22, 2007
So It Begins
Finally its time for me to write my first blog. As it generally happens with me, this doesn't happen to a self motivated decision for me . Self motivation comes little if any to me. It just happened that two of my defining characteristics coupled while surfing through other mortals blog today , giving birth to this desire strong enough to publish my first blog.
What to write about in my first blog was never a problem . Being a completely egocentric person, the first blog was ought to be about myself. It was just the external motivation that was missing. That too came in strange sort of way. Visited a girl's blog space today. It was not the first time though i was doing this. What was different this time was the quality of the current blog posted . Far better than what, when she had started posting, (and when i had dismissed this whole idea of blogging as a rat race). The chauvinistic man growled within me in despair, and I decided that it is just about the time for me to join the race. It is not that i am allergic to the so called rat race. It is just that i have this tendency to join the race a bit late. My bloated ego just doesn't allow me to be a part of it. And when it finally gives in, I become a rat chugging behind a swarm of them, with no hope whatsoever of winning race.
This unfortunately has been the reality for the most part of my life, dragging me down, eating me away, almost like a disease....Its kind of funny when you both the cause and cure of the disease and still don't do anything to cure it. But then by going this way most of the time in life, it is the case. And life certainly is not funny.
Probably what keeps us from removing the disease from our body is not always our inertia towards action. It is just that sometimes they become so much a part of our life that parting away with them will be like parting away with one of our body parts. And then there is this sweet and intoxicating smell of failure. Believe me , you need a small dose of this regularly to keep you stimulated. Fortunately for me the stock never runs out.
What to write about in my first blog was never a problem . Being a completely egocentric person, the first blog was ought to be about myself. It was just the external motivation that was missing. That too came in strange sort of way. Visited a girl's blog space today. It was not the first time though i was doing this. What was different this time was the quality of the current blog posted . Far better than what, when she had started posting, (and when i had dismissed this whole idea of blogging as a rat race). The chauvinistic man growled within me in despair, and I decided that it is just about the time for me to join the race. It is not that i am allergic to the so called rat race. It is just that i have this tendency to join the race a bit late. My bloated ego just doesn't allow me to be a part of it. And when it finally gives in, I become a rat chugging behind a swarm of them, with no hope whatsoever of winning race.
This unfortunately has been the reality for the most part of my life, dragging me down, eating me away, almost like a disease....Its kind of funny when you both the cause and cure of the disease and still don't do anything to cure it. But then by going this way most of the time in life, it is the case. And life certainly is not funny.
Probably what keeps us from removing the disease from our body is not always our inertia towards action. It is just that sometimes they become so much a part of our life that parting away with them will be like parting away with one of our body parts. And then there is this sweet and intoxicating smell of failure. Believe me , you need a small dose of this regularly to keep you stimulated. Fortunately for me the stock never runs out.
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