So I think. At times. Actually often. Some really profound thought.

So when I could not figure out why people thought that ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stranger’ was a profound statement, I thought. And I thought profoundly.

The profound thinking actually died away in sometime. And I wouldn’t be writing this post if I had not seen Van Helsing, an animation series, where the protagonist says ‘Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’. And then I watched ‘A Dark Knight’ again. I actually wanted to see the robbery part where joker actually says the above mentioned dialog. But then, I have heard so many people say so many profound things about the movie that I decided to watched it again for the ‘n’th time. It’s a different thing that I really missed subtitles but I think I got whatever was profound about the movie.

SO back to the statement ‘Whatever…whatever!’

So I actually thought ‘whatever’ was actually whatever you can think of. Like say Tiger biscuit. It doesn’t kill you and hence it should make you stronger. Profound indeed. You eat Tiger biscuit and you become stronger. And when you eat Tiger biscuit you will more likely to be friends with dogs than human being and so it can also make you stranger.

But then after I woke up today. I thought again. And I think I got it. And it was profound.

So in both the situations the speaker is involved in some kind of battle. A life and death kind of battle. And this ‘whatever’ is most likely to be the wounds that you get while fighting. And as long as you can bear the pain and you refuse to die, you will become stronger. In that way, pain is good. In real life, you don’t get to get in real battles. But still, life itself is a battle, and you better be fighting in it, for it. And so don’t worry, you might be down, you might have lost everything – your honor, self esteem, money – but still try hard to remain alive. Because what you lost, and what you suffered will not go waste. When you stand up again, it will take more than what it did before to bring you down. I love idealism.

Now take our dear joker. He says – Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stranger. Sounds too kool if you hear him say it. Anyway, What possibly could it mean? For one thing, it might just mean that the only purpose of being alive is to be dead someday. And you should actually die at the first opportunity you get because otherwise you will become stranger – you will actually start to enjoy the feeling of having survived something that could have killed you and hence you might lose your respect for death. The other more obvious and less philosophical implication could be that the wounds will leave scars and with each scar you lose the identity that you originally had.

The obvious difference between two sets of statements is that in the first case it is spoken by the person who is most likely wounded by ‘whatever’. In the second case, the wounder (hehe.. come to think of it..i had a joke to share..All the projects that I have worked now till now have closed down (BAND) and so I am a BANDAR, as a friend called me) says it.

Anyway, I am proud of now. Not because of the profound thought – they are routine for me now. But because I actually wrote down this post.


this is one of the serious attempts that fail miserably but have the good intentions behind them.

When you want something from the bottom of your heart the whole universe conspires to make sure that you dont get it. And its true. And i know that you know its true. Or is it just me with a series of unfortunate events????

anyway, i never wanted to be special in this way. wen nothing comes without trying hard, you can actually get solace in the fact that you are not ranting abt it. but what the duck, you know tht u deserve better.

ok. time for sutta break. will write more on life later. i know i knw almost everything abt it.

This has been a really long time, right??? Anyway, I think I will do that long pending tag.

Five quirky aspect of my personality (as if I have it????! “Gawwd, I am funny!”)

1. I don’t like myself often. Not specifically at the times when I act stupidly. Actually that is not that. I usually don’t like myself when I know that I have done some stupid acts. And given the level of IQ that I have I almost always know when I have done something stupid. My life is doomed.
2. I hate myself for many other reasons as well. I think I am very apologetic. Well, everything comes down to low self esteem and hence understandable.
3. I hate myself for not being able to complain. I read ‘Veronika decides to die” sometime ago and came to know about it suddenly. Borrowed knowledge. (who is original here anyway, except may be Howard Roark from “Fountain Head”. My friends tell me that novel sux. Well I liked it. It reminded me of “Kane and Abel”. Plus I have come to know that I like novels with ‘larger than life’ characters.)
4. Now this one is really quirky one. I actually think that I will become a national celebrity after writing the three points above. Well, I actually think that these traits are quite common and remind you that you are actually reading your life story. Is that defense mechanism at work??
5. kya likhun?? Hmmmmm. Kya likh dun??? Hmmm. I still love myself. Well, hopefully.