After a months discussion over many topics and over coming some situations, we arranged it. First the girls irritated us and now it was turn of opposite sex - boys. Few of them were really a mess for us as they would not work at all unless everything happened according to them. We were ready even to give the whole charge to them, but they were not ready to lead us!! So, simply they were double crossing us. Then, when it was only 4 days to freshers, my room and a few others took the whole responsibility because we understand how special it was for us and is for juniors. The biggest challenge was booking a hall for party. We had to roam about 75 kms daily for 3 days, to see and pick a good hall because it had to be special! Sleep for only 2 hours a day and no time for studying for 2 of our tests. At last, we got one and our 50% tension went away with booking of hall. Later, we had many disputes with our colleagues because they were not ready to do their assigned tasks. When I really got angry on many of them once, they started taking the steps they were supposed to. I think people today, don't understand when talked politely!

One of our seniors, Rohan Tayade, helped us a lot! If it were not to be him, we wouldn't be able to arrange the party so perefectly. So, finally everything went well as was hoped to be. Our seniors told us that this was the best fresher's party they attended till now. I doubt whether they were telling the truth. Whatever it may be it was good for us. No one amongst our friends complimented us but only our seniors. It was really hurting us a bit for sure.

I learned few things from it. When you arrange something, you should first know what your responsibility is and you are doing it because you understand those the best. But you really need to watch those with you who are not ACTUALLY with you. THEY can ruin precious moments if you are not strong enough to hold back THESE people!

KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE BUT YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER....

We really need time, to socialize, etc. Without it, we would be losing much connections to our friends. Being social produces tight bonds for the beginning of a good relationship. What is important is we balance both studies or school with anything else like recreation.

We can never say "we are wasting time" because time is never wasted, we just use it for different purposes.

I got a call from my mother last night.  It wasn't a bad call.  She was actually doing something nice.  She wanted to let me know that my grandparents will be moving into assisted living next Tuesday because they are no longer able to take care of themselves.  My Grandma was just diagnosed with Alzheimer's and is very rapidly losing her memory of everything.

My mother wanted to make sure that I knew about this because she wanted me to have the choice of what I wanted to do.  She told me that it would probably be a good idea to plan on spending some time with her in the next could of weeks because I probably need to say my goodbyes.  She will not remember me soon.  My mother said that if I wanted to do it alone - so that it didn't have to be about the problems I'm having with my parents, then she would be happy to help arrange it and promised to stay away.  But that she didn't want me to have to regret anything later on.  She was giving me a choice.

She also told me that they will be selling my Grandparent's house and that they will be getting rid of everything.  She is putting aside my chair (this super cool designer chair that I have always wanted) and that if there is anything else that I want, to let her know and she will make sure I get it.  That this situation between me and them should not have any effect on me and my Grandparents.

Wow.  So much to take in.  It's kinda like when you get in a car accident and forget how to open the door because of the shock of it.  I'm a bit blank.  So much has just happened that I don't even know where to begin.  What my first step should be.  Obviously I am incredibly happy that I wasn't left out of this and that I am being given the chance to actually say goodbye.  I will absolutely take it.  I don't want to morn someone that isn't dead, but with this, I get it.

The last time I saw my Grandma, she didn't remember who I was for the first 20 minutes of seeing me.  It was unbelievably hard.  She had a blank stare on her face that I wont forget, but its not what I think of when I think of her.  At least I try not to.  Right now, its all I can't think of.  In some ways, that makes this all a bit scarier because I know that's how it will be this time.

Its just hard.  But I really do have to say, thank you Mom.  You may have actually changed.

-Sven P.

I have been in a rut lately, which means I have been struggling with being down, feeling low and unmotivated. I think I know the reasons why and what I have to do to feel better. The problem is being motivated to take the proper steps. I think these are the reasons why I have been feeling so badly:

1. I am in the process of writing a very difficult letter to a family member who has been unbelievably unkind to me for the last year and a half. The purpose of the letter is basically to express my perspective and to stand up for myself. It has taken me a long time to write this letter, and I am so close to being done. I just want to be done with it because it has been hanging over me heavily. I feel like I am covered by a cloud and am just longing for the sun to come out.

2. I have some responsibilities hanging over me that I have struggled to complete. The main one is my schoolwork. School has been out for 2 weeks now, and I still have grading to complete. I am almost there, but I just don't have the motivation to push through it. I am sure I will feel better when it's done, but I have to push myself to get there.

3. I feel distant from God. I have not been spending good time with him, so I have not been experiencing the peace that comes from a close connection with God. I did spend some good time with him last night before I went to sleep, so I am trying to get re-connected.

4. I have some strong feelings that need to come out. I struggle to let them out. It is hard for me to let myself cry unless I am in the "right" situation. For instance, yesterday, I felt the urge to cry a couple of times but did not let myself because it wasn't convenient for the situation. I did, however, cry a little just now and was crying when I started this post. I think writing this has helped me feel better.

5. I struggle to know if this is all "normal" or if I need to have another adjustment to my medication. Honestly, I am having a hard time with that. Tomorrow, I see my psychiatrist, and I fear that he will want to up my dose. I am trying to decide if that is what I need. I don't want to feel down, but I don't want to run to medication every time I feel badly.

Well, thanks for "listening." I am sorry to be so depressing, but I do feel better. I wish there weren't so many ups and downs to this journey of motherhood and PPD recovery. Thanks for walking the journey with me. It's good to know that I am not alone.

Weak. Horribly wake, just to walk from the chair at my desk from my bed (around 4-5 ft.) I had to hold on so I wouldn't call. I just fell so weak, I hate it. I can't think. I feel pregnant weak (Not that I am. I haven't even been close enough to a guy to get pregnant.) But thats how I feel. I think... Uh! -sniff- Have to stop.

I wrote that in my dairy last night so I could put it on my blog. I felt REALLY bad last night. I could hardly even breath and my head ache was INSANE. I feel sick even talking about it. So for some weird reason I feel like doing this, I thought of it last night, it's really stupid and you don't have to do it. Everyone has really scary moments in my life, and it feels good to let it be known so if you feel like it reply with the scariest moments of your life.  Now I shall put the two scariest moments of my life. Even though some people already know the story the whole version with out sugar coating.

1. One day I was taking a shower just talking to my self like a weird person and then when I was about to wash my hair I couldn't breath, and I started gasping for breath I thought it was just to much steam so I poked my head out of the shower to get some fresh air but it was still really hard, but ignored it and stopped talking to my self like so weirdo person. It just got worse and felt like I was going to throw up the pains were all over my body no matter what I did it wouldn't go away it just got worse but I wouldn't get out I had to wash my hair, my mom wouldn't be mad at me if I didn't. I could barley do that I don't think I even got to cream rinse the pain for so intense, every single part of my felt like it was going through hell. (Not to offend anyones religious beliefs.) The last thing I think I remember was leaning my head angst the wall and I think going forward, the next thing I remember was laying on the floor of my bath rub with my arm sticking out thinking I was in my bed. I realized somehow that I was on the floor of my bathtub. And... -thinks- I heard my mom rushing in. I can't remember if I got my self or she did. Oh and if you think it's over mores to come! I looked up at her my hands were around my self and I gave up, something about having my mom there made me feel it was okay so I let it all out about four times. It tasted really bad but I didn't care. Then there is a blank spot but I think when I was finished I felt worse and I felt better then.... I couldn't see anything. Everyone looked like when it's pitch black no light what so ever and you have your eyes open but it feels like there closed. I think I may have started crying then but I'm not sure. The I think I started screaming. But I know I scream "I CAN'T SEE!"  I do a lot by my sight. But luckily I didn't go blind, back to the story. Things started turning bright red with lots of black, then after a while I could see again. I had a towel wrapped around me and I was white, white. I mean SUPER white. Whiter then the cleanest piece of white paper. "Am I really that pale?" I asked my mom, she said yes. And then I got dressed, dried, and all better! =D YEA ME! 

2. My second scariest moment is a lot different and I'm a lot younger. So you know in the Apple stores how they have those computers for all the little kiddies to play at? Well I used to go there all the time. Once this older couple came up to me on each side and then they said something about computers asking me a question then a guy who worked at the store said he could help them. So they went over there and I ran like crazy and never returning there again. Not even today, but I think thats because I would like a crazy person sitting with a bunch of little kids.

3. Okay this is really scary but it left me scare. I know this is going to sound like a crazy story but whatever. When I was young this boy came over to my house and he had this water bottle that was covered in rubber bands. He went to our fridge and put milk in then some how it spilled and when I looked over there was a knife in the milk. Never have been able to have plain milk since then.

Well thats about all the freakyness for one day! Buh bye! =D

जिस शब तारों की बारात आयी
मुझे तुम्हारा ही ख़्याल आया

हमने कितने सवाब हैं कमाये
जो मेरे हिस्से यह जमाल आया

नाज़ करना ख़ुद पे फ़ितरत है
उम्र पे यह कैसा साल आया

है तेरे इश्क़ को रस्मो-राह
उफ़! निगाह में कैसा गुलाल आया

तुझे देखने के बाद 'नज़र' का
शुरुआती दौरे-वबाल आया

हिलाल= दूज का चाँद, सवाब= पुण्य, जमाल= सुन्दरता, दौरे-वबाल= कठिन समय

ॐ में तुम हो ॐ हर कण तुम में
ॐ मृदा धातु जल वायु गगन में

ॐ सत्य है ॐ ही चिंतन मनन है
ॐ आत्मा है ॐ ही प्रभु शरण है
ॐ विष्णु है ॐ ही त्रिकाल महादेव है
ॐ दृष्टि है ॐ ही सुर और रव है

ॐ विद्यमान है प्राण है हर जीव में
ॐ ही सजीव में ॐ ही निर्जीव में

ॐ संगीत है ॐ ही श्रेष्ठ मित्र है
ॐ असत्य पर विजय का शस्त्र है
ॐ ब्रह्माण्ड है ॐ उत्पत्ति सूत्र है
ॐ मोक्ष है ॐ ही मुक्ति स्रोत है

ॐ चहुँ ओर ज्ञान का प्रकाश है
ॐ कष्टकाल अंधकार का विनाश है

There goes another of our culture's truth-tellers.

I feel a lot like I did when Hunter S. Thompson died almost exactly two years ago. I may not have been Steve Gerber's biggest fan––I hadn't read nearly all his work––or his best––I think I took his brilliance for granted––but what I read meant a lot to me, a reminder that rogue voices are out there, and truth means something. It expanded my mind and helped shape my worldview at a tender age. Thompson I began reading in high school, Gerber a few years later as a 17-year-old poli-sci major at USC.

I was spoiled; my first real exposure to Gerber's work (little did I know that as a child I had been subverted by his writing on G.I. Joe and The Transformers) was Marvel's Essential Howard the Duck in early 2002, collecting nearly Gerber's entire run, from Howard's first appearance in Adventure Into Fear #19 to Howard the Duck #27. I absorbed it gluttonously. As satire, it's not terribly deep, but it's astute. Like the rest of Gerber's work that I've read, as well as his interviews and blog, it cut through the bullshit.

And a lot of it seemed angry, as was so much of Gerber's work that I read. Not enough mainstream comics are angry. Mainstream films can be angry, mainstream music can be angry, mainstream novels can be angry, but Gerber is one of the only mainstream comics writers I can think of whose work seemed angry during decades when there was a lot to be angry about, both in the comics industry and especially in the wider world.

Fearless, too. This is a man who turned even a blown deadline into an opportunity for creativity. And got Marvel Comics to publish it. Who fought hard for his creations and even staged a daring in-continuity rescue mission of his most popular character. Who was working on the new Dr. Fate series on what we now know was his deathbead.

Since Howard, I've read more Gerber, things like Hard Time, Void Indigo and Destroyer Duck. Some have haunted me, all have made me think. Omega the Unknown is high on my reading list, probably even higher now. I muddled through The Essential Defenders vol. 1 to get to his work in vol. 2, which I'll be reading soon. I was eagerly anticipating the collection of his Dr. Fate work, having followed his thought process in writing it through his blog. I don't know what will become of that now, with the final issues unfinished.

As for the blog, I followed that with a mix of interest and mild fear. As he described his illness and its many complications, I would check it both to read his ideas and also just to see how he was. Sometimes I'd forget for a week or two and then be afraid that he'd have stopped posting in the interim and what that might mean, but I eventually convinced myself he'd pull through, since he was always there. Until today.

RIP Steve Gerber.

Tom Spurgeon and Mark Evanier have more.

मुझको गले से लगाया न फ़रहत न ग़मों ने
शायद मिटना लिखा है इस तक़दीरे-नाकामी में

तक़्क़लुफ़ फ़रमाती है रोज़ ज़ीस्त मुझसे
तक़लीफ़ बहुत पेश आ रही है इस ग़ुलामी में

मुद्दतों में ढूँढ़ पाया वह एक ख़ामी तो कहता है
बहुत सारी अच्छाइयाँ हैं 'वफ़ा' की एक ख़ामी में

What I think prompted me thinking and writing about these things is something that is deeply affecting me right now--some dear, dear friends who are going through an extremely hard time right now.

As I was driving our van, with the dashboard warning lights still lit up like a Christmas tree, I waited until everyone else in the car was asleep and then I let myself cry. For 10 minutes only. So from 2:36-2:46pm today, I cried as hard and as much as I possibly could without jeopardizing my sleeping passengers. Then I wiped my eyes, cheeks, chin, neck and then some with a crumply Panera napkin, took a deep breath, and started praying.

Here's the e-mail from my dear, dear friends explaining their very difficult situation.

Corrine is currently at the hospital after suffering some serious complications with our current pregnancy. On Sunday a ruptured membrane caused her to begin leaking amniotic fluid (ie her water broke 5 months early...or at least that was how I understood it to mean). Because the baby is not "viable" as it is only 19 weeks we are in serious jeopardy of losing our baby girl. There is a small chance the membrane re-heals itself, or the leak is small enough that enough fluid remains to aid the babies development, however we are told this is highly unlikely. Please pray for us for possible healing for Corrine as well as for the emotional strain we are under at the moment. She will be on bed rest at the hospital for a few days as they monitor her status. If she stabilizes she will be sent home for likely bedrest as long as the pregnancy lasts. I will try to update you all again when we get home, hopefully still pregnant, later on this week.

I've never lost a child, but am friend or family to many of you who have. Because of those of you who have been transparent enough with me to share about your losing a little one early or late in a pregnancy, I have a small sense of what Corrine and her husband must be going through. And I can to some small degree empathize and probably for the first time ever genuinely hurt alongside my friends.

Drew and Corrine, so many people care so deeply for you both. We are praying for you and your little girl. We know that this is a really hard time for you. We love you.

Akhirnya mereka buru2 dibawa lagi ke Jakarta biar g bisa lihat, dan rencananya mo dibawa ke dokter, tapi dokter langganannya ngga bisa dateng ke rumah karena mereka terjebak macet jadi sampai rumah sudah jam 6 lewat.

Dikantor g cemas, makanya hari teng go banget, begitu sampe, seperti biasa mereka dari teras atas sudah memasukan kepala ke luar pagar teras, dan melihat ke bawah dan sudah menangis2 kecil... duh senangnya ada yang nyambut seperti biasa... pas ketemu mereka benar2 seperti kangen sama papinya... loncat2, cium2, nangis2...

Akhirnya g periksa mereka, matanya yang katanya merah sudah ngga, tingkah laku normal, mulut tidak berliur, ekor normal, gerak-gerik normal, mereka sehat... jadi ngga perlu dibawa ke dokter deh, dan kalau lihat memang seh si Luna ada bekas berantemnya, di telinga, kaki, dan perut... kayaknya si Mika beneran ngamuk deh... huh bandel...

Kesimpulan sementara dan semoga juga mereka hanya stress dan belum bisa adaptasi sama lingkungan baru disana atau mungkin juga kangen sama papinya disini?... hehehe... jadi ntar mereka dibawa lagi ke rumah kokonya Tatha pas g dah mo berangkat ke KL aja dan cuman 3 hari... moga2 mereka ga bandel lagi, maminya Tatha jadi panik dan bingung deh...

Oh ya waktu mereka g gendong dari teras atas ke kandang portable dalam mobil, mereka sudah berasa sedih... apalagi si Mika, awal2 di panggil ga mau, karena tahu Luna sudah dibawa turun duluan, kasihan deh...

Terus pas mereka jalan, mereka sempat berdiri di kandang dan lihat dari kaca belakang g yang semakin menjauh... hahaha kayak di film2 gitu lho... untungnya mereka berdua, jadi masih ada temennya... yah g juga tenang seh karena disana ada maminya alias Tatha my gf... :)

1 jam mereka masih tidak mau makan makanan itu, lalu saya membuka makanan basah dalam bentuk kalengan, baunya harum, ok pasti mereka suka, ternyata benar, makanan basah itu habis disantap setelah dicampur dengan makanan dry food dan sedikit air hangat.

Senangnya saya, selanjutnya mereka tetap hanya mau makanan basah, padahal jelas makanan basah lebih mahal dan saya tidak mungkin membelikannya setiap saat, sekarang saya memberi makan mereka dengan dog food Eagle Pack, awalnya Eagle Pack Hollistic Lamb & Rice, rekomendasi dari dokter hewan yang memeriksa Mika & Luna pertama kali, karena dog food itu kelasnya Super Premium jadi harganya sedikit mahal, namun sekarang saya masih menggunakan Eagle Pack namun ganti type yaitu Breeder pack yang khusus untuk orang beternak anjing ras.

“Hard Time”, escrita por Steve Gerber y dibujada por Brian Hurtt. El protagonista de esta serie es Ethan Chiles, un quinceañero condenado a prisión por participar en un tiroteo en su escuela. El día en que es condenado, la fuerza que ha ido creciendo dentro de Ethan es finalmente liberada. Pero ni siquiera Ethan sabe lo que significa esa fuerza.

“Fraction”, escrita por David Tischman y dibujada por Timothy Green. Cuatro amigos del instituto se reúnen para hacer un pequeño robo como en “los buenos tiempos”. Pero su “pequeño robo” crece repentinamente al encontrar una armadura con fantásticas habilidades. Pero un traje con cuatro amigos queriendo ponérselo no es la mejor forma de mantener una amistad.

“Kinetic”, de Kelley Puckett y Warren Pleece. Un frágil niño no espera mucho de la vida aparte de dolor y sufrimiento. Su madre intenta mantenerlo a salvo del resto del mundo, pero no consigue salvarle de ser atropellado por un coche. En lugar de morir, el niño no sólo sobrevive, sino que parece haber destrozado el coche.

“Touch”, de John Francis Moore y Wesley Craig. La última colección de la nueva línea editorial trata sobre un extraño hombre que se convierte en el “mánager” de un grupo de gente superpoderosa.

Lamentablemente, y en algunos casos comprensiblemente, a día de hoy no continua publicándose ninguna de ellas…

La que toca repasar es la primera de ellas, Hard Time, que, a pesar de su cierre, se ha anunciado un segundo volumen para este año… ya veremos, ya.
En el primer número el protagonista, Ethan Chiles, y un compañero, Brandon Snood, que se autodefinen como frikis (geeks en el original) quieren vengarse de sus compañeros y, utilizando unas pistolas del padre de Brandon retienen a sus compañeros en la cafetería, las cosas se complican y Brandon asesina a varios compañeros y a un profesor, en ese momento, una extraña fuerza surge de Ethan matando a Brandon. Los medios de comunicación y los jueces deciden utilizar a Ethan como cabeza de turco y le condenan a cincuenta años de prisión (no es legal condenar a un menor a muerte y la cadena perpetua podría inducirle a suicidarse).
A partir del segundo número el ambiente del cómic se traslada a la cárcel donde deberá cumplir su prisión y, por poneros un ejemplo claro, el ambiente es como en la película Cadena Perpetua y Ethan viene a ser Tim Robbins… pero con poderes que le permiten vengarse. A pesar de lo que he dicho sobre Tim Robbins, digamos que Ethan evita que le suceda lo mismo que a Tim Robbins en la película gracias a sus poderes (una cosa es una cosa, pero más allá sería pasarse demasiado...). Lo más curioso, a pesar de las cosas que han hecho, es que Steve Gerber consigue que le cojas aprecio a los protagonistas de la serie, casi todos los presos acaban resultándote simpáticos y sientes preocupación por las cosas que les pueden ir pasando...
Realmente es otra de esas series totalmente recomendables. Los protagonistas de la serie, además de Ethan, son el resto de los presos, su madre, el abogado que le defiende en el juicio (y que tendrá una relación con su madre) y varios más, aunque prefiero no entrar en detalles para no reventar nada, creo que esta serie lo merece.
Y en la cárcel... bandas latinas, bandas de negros, bandas de nazis y Ethan entre todas ellas...
Otra serie casi imprescindible...

Nada más.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadios