Posted in Moi, Questions N Answers


I have this habit of stalking blogs I read. If I like some blog, first thing I do is to add it to my reader, and then follow the posts almost daily. Now I have this habit, when I read a post, in most of the cases, I would have something to say about it, so end up commenting. So you might see that I end up writing comments on many posts of you guys. Today suddenly it occurred to me, how stupid it might look to a new person who visits these blogs, and sees “rambler” being present in the comments section for each of the posts, It must feel pretty stupid right?..

So how many of you guys honestly thought rambler to be one of the useless guys with lots of time in hand, whose only job is to read blogs..honestly people common..common let the truth out :)…

Posted in "Fifty Five Words ", Dilemma, poésie, poetry

Shades of a curious mind

A battle of bigwigs
With no clear upperhand.

Curiosity all around,
Which would “one” choose,
The ever beautiful “mind“,
Or the always satisfying “body“.

I think my temptation caved in,
Killing the curiosity.

Like all other’s from the history,
The curiosity won.

Curious colors of mind,
With colors unseen,
Shades unvisited.

A clear winner indeed.
The prompt over at writer’s island this week is curiosity..hope this gelled with the prompt 🙂

Posted in Moi, Personal, Randomness, Realité

Random Randomness #25/08

Its been a long time since I chose to do my favorite series “random randomness”, last time it was week 15 2008, and before that it was week #8, so finally its back for a while this week, the week #25
This week its not going to be the usual set of random topics, this time its just a update.

This weekend it was the old boys hanging out, well its me and my cousin doing the stuff we used to do..roam the city, look at amusing stuff to buy, and eat our hearts out, talk and laugh at silliest of the jokes. Not a bad weekend at all, it was totally worth taking time off early from work on friday, and two days of absolute fun.

One realization is that, I have got so used to be at home on weekends, my legs seem to not like all the walking around at all, now that he has gone back, and me back to my computer, why do I have a feeling of “being done with the fun” nows the time to take rest for the rest of the weekend. My want lasted only for 1.5 days?..what has happened to me?

Posted in "Theory of pursuit", Fiction, Moi, thème, Thoughts, thoughts to think


that your

I guess was trying to play a game of hide and seek here..this was a sort of continuation of the death series which I posted some time back..This was about the natural love called “youth” which is always followed by a sort of helpless hated twenties. Quarter life crisis anybody?

btw a little more on “you” and “me”..youth to many of us is something which we never realize..even as I type this I don’t realize how precious time this is where we get to do what we want, with not much to worry about, with enough energy to wake up on our own when we fall down, both physically and financially. So its never “me” its always “you” who has given this without us realizing it.
The hatred is something where “I” am totally responsible for.

Posted in Moi, Taking a break

Moi philosophy

Got this over at chandni’s post As if I didn’t know
. I thought I should give it a try too :). So here goes my results.

What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)
created with
You scored as KantianismYour life is guided by the ethical model of Kantianism: You seek to have consistent laws rule your actions, and your will is directed by reason.

“I do not, therefore, need any penetrating acuteness to see what I have to do in order that my volition be morally good. Inexperienced in the course of the world, incapable of being prepared for whatever might come to pass in it, I ask myself only: can you also will that your maxim become a universal law?”

–Immanuel Kant

More info at Arocoun’s Wikipedia User Page…

Justice (Fairness)
Strong Egoism
Divine Command

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Posted in "Fifty Five Words ", "Heads or Tails", Dilemma, Kindred, Moi, poésie, poetry

Platonic lines

A rough wall
and a harder core.

It ain’t no simple
Still, lots to question

Do you let them in,
How far?.
Do you shed your inhibitions,
How much?.
Do you need to censor yourself,
What for?.

Skeptical “me“.

When it comes to friendship
The question always eludes
Where to draw the line.

The “line”.


The topic over at skittles today is “line” for heads or tails. I generally don’t do poetry for HoT, but todays kind of an exception, could not think anything else but this for the topic. As usual I have limited my expression to 55 words.

Posted in "Fifty Five Words ", "Theory of pursuit", poésie, poetry, Romance, Thoughts, thoughts to think

One night stand

They lay there naked,
holding hands,
by the side of a lonely beach,
on a full moon night.

No inhibitions of sorts,
No hesitation in the mind,
No words exchanged,
Silence all around.
Pure love is what they shared.

To break the ice,
He said
“Love is in the air
She replied
“its” existence “questionable”.


Prompt this week over at writer’s island is “questionable“, and here is my attempt.

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Posted in "Theory of pursuit", Rain, Realité, thème, Thoughts

The contrasts

I sit here on my desk, with a mug of coffee in hand and a mind ready to wander. Its pouring outside, with big drops of raindrops splashing onto the already wet earth.

The images of my cousin smoking a newly lit cigarette flashes in front of me. The rain outside is still pouring its heart out, as though it is trying to dissolve every smoke in the air, and cleaning it for us, as though it is trying to tell us not to worry. It is making its presence felt by detoxing the air for us.
The soothing smell of the wet ground waking my long asleep smell sensors in my brain, making me turn my head and look out side the window onto the streets for that unknown familiar face. Making me want to smell that undefined wet fragrance of “hers”.
The wet clothes hung on every roof top telling a tale of a family behind the closed door, having a nice cozy afternoon forgetting about the world around, and the changing seasons. People of all types, people of all classes, people of all professions equally blessed with the downpour.
Even after so many misdeeds of the mankind, we being forgiven, and filled with dreams again, dreams of the blooming fields. Farmers dreaming of greener fields, and a room full of grains for the days ahead. A feel of contentment all around, as though the rain filled the gaps around, and instilled a completeness in everyone, even in minds of the least deserving individuals like me.
As I gaze upon the falling raindrops with a sense of happiness, I feel fortunate to have had the opportunity to experience this feeling amongst a sense of famine that world casts onto us.

I sit here on my desk, with a mug of coffee in my hand and a mind ready to wander. Its pouring outside, with big drops of raindrops splashing onto the already wet earth.

The images of my cousin smoking a newly lit cigarette flashes in front of me. The rain outside is still pouring its heart out, as though it is trying to dissolve every smoke in the air, trying to give back all the dirt we threw around, trying to give back every toxin which we tried to force it to the people around, in a way returning every bit of the black we ever tried to throw at it’s way.
The black oily thick liquid of sorts flowing on the street wiping off the calming picture of the mother nature, the smells of chemicals and prospects of an acid rain, providing a possible picture of revenge by the mother nature. Spreading regret all around, spreading unhappiness, and worry amongst people of all classes, and professions. The untimely downpours damaging the crops all around, giving sleepless nights to otherwise sleep deprived farmers around the world. A smell of despair all around.
I am greeted with a smell of the half dried wet clothes hung within the house, the smell figurative of the rotten mankind. Families dizzy and confused, with raised levels of anger and frustration, the man showing the frustration on his wife, and the wife on the children, and the children on their poor little pets.
As I gaze upon the falling raindrops with a sense of frustration and that of regret, for witnessing the same sight day after day and year after year, and still not finding enough courage to get rid of the inhibitions, to jump in and get my skin to feel the sense of the washing rain.

I sit here on my desk, with a mug of coffee in my hand and a mind ready to wander. Its pouring outside, with big drops of raindrops splashing onto the already wet earth.

Posted in "Theory of pursuit", matinee, Thoughts, thoughts to think

Make a wish

Guys you might see me sparingly for next couple of days. I am not feeling too well, and kinda down with fever. So the posts here might be irregular, and also my visits to all your blogs.

People tell me prime time sitcoms are lame, and the dramas even worse. I kinda agree to this partially, This is from one of the episodes of One Tree Hill, and something which really caught my ear.

“Make a wish and place it in your heart, anything you want, everything you want.

You have it, good. now believe it can come true.

You never know where the next miracle is gonna come from, the next smile, the next wish, come true.But if you ,believe that its right around the corner, and if you open your heart and mind for the possibility of it, to the certainty of it, you just might get the thing you are wishing for.

The world is full of magic, you just have to believe in it. so make your wish,

You have it? good. now believe in it, with all your heart.”

This might sound cheesy to many of you. But really hats of to the writer, I liked this a lot.

And to go with it, was a back ground song by “Foo Fighters” called “home”.. An excellent song which immediately found its way into my blog “song on my mind” “Home“. Check the  lyrics there.