Stop being so cruel mumbai...its not normal for anyone to lose 3 kilos in a month.

A little bit of both...

Men who pursue a multitude of women fit neatly into two categories. Some seek their own subjective and unchanging dream of a woman in all women. Others are prompted by a desire to possess the endless variety of the objective female world.

The obsession of the former is lyrical: what they seek in women is themselves, their ideal, and since an ideal is by definition something that can never be found, they are disappointed again and again. The disappointment that propels them from woman to woman gives their inconstancy a kind of romantic excuse, so that many sentimental women are touched by their unbridled philandering.

The obsession of the latter is epic, and women see nothing the least bit touching in it: the man projects no subjective ideal on women, and since everything interests him, nothing can disappoint him. This inability to be disappointed has something scandalous about it. The obsession of the epic womanizer strikes people as lacking in redemption (redemption by disappointment).

Because the lyrical womanizer always runs after the same type of woman, we even fail to notice when he exchanges one mistress for another. His friends perpetually cause misunderstandings by mixing up his lovers and calling them by the same name.

In pursuit of knowledge, epic womanisers turn away from conventional feminine beauty, of which they quickly tire, and inevitably end up as curiosity collectors. They are aware of this and a little ashamed of it, and to avoid causing their friends embarrassment, they refrain from appearing in public with their mistresses.

'Starving yogi' astounds Indian scientists

http://www.physorg.com/news192690076.html

I Try...Mr.Rushdie, but I don't know where I'll end up.

"Go for broke. Always try and do too much.

 Dispense with safety nets. 

Take a deep breath before you begin talking.

 Aim for the stars. 

Keep grinning. 

Be bloody-minded.

 Argue with the world. 

And never forget that writing is as close 

as we get to keeping a hold on the

 thousand and one things--childhood, 

certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, 

phrases, parents, loves--that go on slipping

 , 

like sand, through our fingers." 

— Salman Rushdie

Beautiful women can be bad for your health, according to scientists - Telegraph

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/7668344/Beautiful-women-can-be-bad-for-your-health-according-to-scientists.html
Thank you for being ugly...Now SHOO !

The Art of Dying

"Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it." 

— Haruki Murakami 

Practice the art of dying everyday.

As soon as you wake up...prepare to take your last breath...expire and let go.

Imagine...vividly...

how it feels to die,

as you free fall backwards

and let the world go by,

and know how liberating it feels

for you are no longer encumbered

by the ties of your past

and all the hopes

of  your future...

learn to be still...

so still

that your heart beats no more

your blood slows through the veins

a sheet of silence covers you from head to toe

and time  stretches to infinity

Let go of all the old memories- good and bad, let go of all the past associations,all the pain and hurt,all your joy and accomplishments, all your relationships- successful and not so successful, all your doubts and fears.

                                   One has to come to grips with the paradox of learning to let go, of learning to free oneself, of learning to die to - live a better, wholesome, more satisfying life.

Buzz Kill

It seems like have lost my energy to write these days.

What I have been posting recently were stuff that I had written while on board my last ship.

Today I discovered that I had nothing left that was decently finished enough to post.

If you are waiting for me ...please don't...I don't know how long this phase will last.

But I'm also having the time of my life! 

I feel like I've just come alive!

So it might be that I have completed this phase of my life, and have started the next one...where I'm equally passionate in doing what I find exciting.

Having said that, the writer inside me will never die...that hidden person will make his comebacks from time to time when his need will be most felt...most felt by me, not you...sorry...I was never much of a mind reader.

But I'm still here...cheering for you, as always, as usual...

So don't forget...and keep on walking...for our journey of an infinite miles has just begun.