New year vows that I think I could have.

Today, 3 people till now have come and asked me what are my new year vows. I've never had any new year resolutions till date. I never wanted to, but these are the ones that I can think of having if I have to.

1. Will be more efficient and manage natural resources.
2. Will stop accepting things as it is and start contradicting when required.
3. Will bring down my tolerance level and oppose things that are really ill-mannered or offensive, even if it's as simple as talking mouthful or slurping a cup of coffee.
4. Will be less forgiving when people make mistakes for the second or third time.
5. Will not compromise anymore on things that could stop the results that I need.
6. Will stand by my words when I know I'm right and will not give up just to avoid arguments.
7. Will complete reading a book when I start one.
8. Will not forget even once when I know a particular favor/help affects some one else, even if its as simple as bringing a bike key.
9. Will go out of this country for a vacation.
10. Will follow all of the above.

Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay

You all must have watched this Harold and Kooooouumar Journey to white castle. That was an awesome movie. Now for this 2008 they are coming up with a sequel! Watch the trailer in the 10 daily things blog. It stars even Niel Patrick Harris.

What is real?

This story is going to be a trip. So, buckle up and visualize everything you read.
Recommended: some weed or alcohol before you go further. Or at least imagine that you are on one of these things.

Last week, one of the nights, I was sleeping lying down sideways. A nice and sound sleep. Suddenly I feel some weight on my shoulders and it slowly moving towards my neck. I could see that my mind is trying to find out what it could be without having to open my eyes. But not able to find, I open my eyes and see a huge wounded snake on my shoulders with its head right in front of mine... looking at me. I freaked out and this time I was pushed to really open my eyes and come out of that scene... that dream...

I touch my shoulders which did really felt heavy few seconds ago. For if it wasn't heavy I wouldn't have even continued on that trip, would I? And after that I couldn't get sleep for some time. Not because I freaked out, but normally once I wake up, I can't get to sleep soon. Anyway, Nothing new but what I was amazed was how real was that compared to having the snake on your shoulders when your awake? that is supposedly real! If I couldn't wake up from that dream AT ALL, and if I got bitten, how different would I have been from death? Would my mind come to rest after that at least, assuming that I am dead. Ha... that sounds foolish, If my mind's assuming then its not resting. So how do I say it? Would I have gone into an endless state of sleep? but alive!
So whats the difference between our supposedly real world and the dream world? At this state I clearly see none! So how could we ever label anything as real?
And if this question is true, then can there be real pain? can there be real love? If we are convinced that a dream is not real, then what we claim real itself is being put to test. So isn't it foolish to say I had real pain and my love for her is real? But it all looks SO real and it does pain and we do feel the agony when we are hurt. You do care for someone and that feeling of care is true and therefore you can still call it real or true love and pain. Complicated. We can agree on that part, but we can never deny the fact that it holds a huge amount of illusion!
At this stage I can only say that it is huge amount of illusion and not complete illusion even if it probably is. I've written so much now, that I don't know how to finish this. I'd rather not finish. I just hope that all this is a big dream and I'll wake up from all this one day to realize the REAL real!

Next step of my Soul

Came across this interesting poem written by a Persian Sufi mystic poet Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi.
I died as inanimate matter and arose a plant,
I died as a plant and rose again an animal.
I died as an animal and arose a man.
Why then should I fear to become less by dying?
I shall die once again as a man
To rise an angel perfect from head to foot!
Again when I suffer dissolution as an angel,
I shall become what passes the conception of man!
Let me then become non-existent, for non-existence
Sings to me in organ tones, 'To him shall we return.'

These are words from his poem Masnavi.