Haha?, anyone?

There's an old saying,
'Neurotics build castles in the air...
and Psychotics live in them.'
My mother cleans them.

I love you mamma.
Just trying to pull a funny...

Quarter life crisis.

Quarter life crisis!

The quarterlife crisis is a term applied to the period of life immediately following the major changes of adolescence, usually ranging from the early twenties to the early thirties. The term is named by analogy with mid life crisis.
Emotional aspects:
Characteristics of quarter-life crisis may include[citation needed]:
• feeling "not good enough" because one can't find a job that is at one's academic/intellectual level
• frustration with relationships, the working world, and finding a suitable job or career
• confusion of identity
• insecurity regarding the near future
• insecurity concerning long-term plans, life goals
• insecurity regarding present accomplishments
• re-evaluation of close interpersonal relationships
• disappointment with one's job
• nostalgia for university, college, high school or elementary school life
• tendency to hold stronger opinions
• boredom with social interactions
• loss of closeness to high school and college friends
• financially-rooted stress (overwhelming college loans, unanticipatedly high cost of living, etc.)
• loneliness
• desire to have children
• a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you
These emotions and insecurities are not uncommon at this age, nor at any age in adult life. In the context of the quarter-life crisis, however, they occur shortly after a young person – usually an educated professional, in this context – enters the "real world".[1] After entering adult life and coming to terms with its responsibilities, some individuals find themselves experiencing career stagnation or extreme insecurity. The individual often realizes the real world is tougher, more competitive and less forgiving than they imagined. Furthermore, the qualifications they have spent so much time and money earning are not likely to prepare them for this disillusionment.
A related problem is simply that many college graduates do not achieve a desirable standard of living after graduation. They often end up living in low-income apartments with roommates instead of having an income high enough to support themselves. Substandard living conditions, combined with menial or repetitive work at their jobs create a great amount of frustration, anxiety and anger. Nobody wants to admit to feeling like a 'loser'; this secrecy may intensify the problem.
As the emotional ups-and-downs of adolescence and college life subside, many affected by quarter-life crisis experience a "graying" of emotion. While emotional interactions may be intense in a high school or college environment – where everyone is roughly the same age and hormones are highly active – these interactions become subtler and more private in adult life[citation needed].
Furthermore, a factor contributing to quarter-life crisis may be the difficulty in adapting to a workplace environment. In college, professors' expectations are clearly given and students receive frequent feedback on their performance in their courses. One progresses from year to year in the education system. In contrast, within a workplace environment, one may be, for some time, completely unaware of a boss's displeasure with one's performance, or of one's colleagues' dislike of one's personality. One does not automatically make progress. Office politics require interpersonal skills that are largely unnecessary for success in an educational setting.
Dam, need I say more?
P.S : Theres plagarism involved in the making of this article.

You reflect me!

I read some blogs,
they made me cry...
to know that people..
are exactly as I..

To know, like me, they thought in vain...
all about life..
and loss and gain...

To know that people..
were in love or being drained..
To know they just needed more help, not money or pain..


To know they were spiritual, some more than me...
its such a surprise..
how can this be?

I thought I was the wisest...
and most thoughtful too..
until I found..
this piece by you....


But now I know that thats the catch...
theres me in you and
You in...well.. I....

I think that its the purpose of life...
to see everyone as 'me' or 'i'...
and when you do that..
you will see..
That we'r just...
clones and chimeras indeed!

The circle of life!

Well, I've come across so many people who dont listen to that inner voice [lately, Im one of them]...that I was inspired to write this poem.Most of the time, we tend to ignore our passions or creativity due to external pressures, reducing our own happiness in the process.Its a fun poem, my first,and ofcourse its with a lesson! Enjoy!


She had this urge..
since she was four..
To be a scientist..
and to explore..

To know what the petals meant..
when they threw up all their scent..
To know what the trees would do..
when they were filled up with all the dew.

To know what the beetle sang..
to make the flowers swing and dance..
To know what the birds had to do..
To build their nests so round and strong as glue..

To follow the toad to see where it went..
in pond or land,
crap,she lost him again?

So, everytime in class..
She stood proud and tall..
When asked what she'd like to be..
Oh, what a ball!

I'll be a scientist, at eleven she would say,
'the tapir is not related to an elephant is what they say'.

Up and down the hill..
she would go..
Insearch of the snake..
they found next door..

So this continued till she was 11+4,
[and biology should have become the way to go].
With her books and bag, she'd sit ashore..
Suddenly Wondering which degree would suit her soul.
To god she'd ask..u be my light..
tell me,she'd say..will engineering be a plight?

Do conservation her heart would say....
Theres no money, but it will pay!
Tomorrow, she said..leme do a field thats hot today..
God, Will i be successfull at the end of the day??

So, IT it was..
no flowers or mountains...
and animals about..
With no nature or biology abound..
she'd sit and frown at god aloud.

Why dont I feel successfull she'd say?
I am clever and meritorious..
and know how the PCR programs play..
And yet god wont give me a break!

Over some drinks, a friend found out..all her cribbing had brought it out..
Whose fault is it? she yelled outloud..
At four, even I knew what you were about..
It'd be a pity if you havent found out..
Listen to your heart and soul..
Dont be scared that you'll be ignored..
Do what you must to please..
not me or her..
but your heart indeed..
Go back to your garden..
and watch the ants..
They still write your name up in the sand.
Leave your desk and comp. behind..
To feel the breeze on your spine..
You are a conservationalist and thats what you'll be..
And how will god answer you unless you be!

So she quit her job and became alive,
to do something, at 4, she thought she might.
Then love and success came her way..
And today she's happily living at Gombe!

All at the same time!

Wow, what an energetic month this has been!

The whole of last month was chaotic, highly unruly like a little child and of bountiful energy all at the same time. How life manages to throw at us such vivid permutations and combinations of varied emotions simultaneously is beyond me.

I shifted houses this month. The much awaited ‘big’ pad was all ready for me to move in and decorate. It would be ‘my’ space. A reflection of my spirit and energy. What would I like it to be? With constant ideas flowing in and out of my tete, I realized that the underlying concept remained unchanged. Keep it close to nature and me, said my bossy conscience. Rightly ho, I thought, fits with being a biologist. So while one part of my character was happy being creative and thinking of colour combinations for the wall unit in my sleep, another was unexpectedly and quite rudely asked to wake up and smell the coffee. A friend of mine was trying to deal with bigger and more important things. A serious illness in the family. I had many questions for my friend…how are you dealing with it? Can one deal with it? What does one do when you know the verdict? All very scary questions for me, needless to say for her. I guess I wanted to be of help, I wanted to extend myself to her, to comfort her. I suck at verbal expression, so luckily for me, I think she understood that I wanted to just ease her pain, without me saying a word in that direction.

Much as life loves its contrast, my sister and brother in law were happy trying out names, much like clothes on a hanger, for my little nephew. How about this today? she would ask me, with her eyes so full of sparkle I could see them over the phone. Nah, I would say… he doesn’t look like one!

I guess life as a young adult in this century is full of dramatic turns just like a soap opera. Nothing is impossible. From terrorist attacks to someone somewhere being bombed to attending naming ceremony parties with your family can all somehow happen on the same day.

The trick is, I think, to stay put, like a canvas, and watch all your emotions float by like clouds overhead. Just like we did when we were children…. except ofcourse clouds were just clouds back then!

To the one who shall not be named...

Finally! Thanks to a friend [ you know who you are!], today @ 2:20 am in the morning I decided I would/should start blogging. It has taken me a great deal of time and thought, god knows why, just in deciding that I should blog. Sitting on my couch, hungry and bored...i searched the internet for something to do. After the 'hubster' woke me up, all limbs on me and enthusiastically talking to someone in his sleep, trying to get into my cozy blanket and push me off my side of the bed, there was pretty much nothing to do except get on youtube. One 'amitabh bacchan' video later, which i repeated over and over again, time seemed to pass as slow as it possibly could. How ironic... earlier that day all i had wanted was for time to freeze. 24 hrs is just not enough time i thought: to get up, do yoga, get my butt to work,set successful experiments,get results, analyse them, play a game or two of basketball with cosmopolitan friends, go meet my folks and nephew and cats,have hot dinner, spend time with 'hubster', spend time recreating alone, spend time worrying about the unsuccessful distraught career thats totally going in the wrong direction,spend time just worrying in general,bitch to yourself about the totally uncooperative people in your life and re-reverify that you were right,right from the first damn day and that they had it coming a long time back,catch something on tv to connect with the world and prevent yourself from winning the 'how to lose friends and alienate people and be totally out of touch with anything relevant' award in real life.
So anyway, in that slow moment of desperation, i found my very humble yet crazy ape alter ego frodos wanting to be heard. Lets create a blog he said.Just for you and me.
Life,after all, @ 25, can make you think of strange things...i guess!
That and i read Iyer's blog online and i just wanted to copy.