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Came across this picture while googling something and it totally cracked me up.. !!
Boys will be boys after all.. come what may..
- Location:My second home: my lab
- Mood:
mischievous - Music:Please dont stop the music..
Came across this on some random website and found it pretty funny yet almost true!!!
What women want in a man at age 25:
1. Handsome
2. Charming
3. Financially successful
4. A caring listener
5. Witty
6. In good shape
7. Dresses with style
8. Appreciates finer things
9. Full of thoughtful surprises
10. An imaginative, romantic lover
What women want in a man at age 35:
1. Nice looking (preferably with hair)
2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
4. Listens more than talks
5. Laughs at my jokes
6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
7. Owns at least one tie
8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries
10. Seeks romance at least once a week
What women want in a man at age 45:
1. Not too ugly (bald head is fine)
2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car
3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally
4. Nods head when I'm talking
5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down
10. Shaves most weekends
What women want in a man at age 55:
1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public
3. Doesn't borrow money too often
4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting
5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times
6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends
7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
9. Remembers your name on occasion
10. Shaves some weekends
What women want in a man at age 65:
1. Doesn't scare small children
2. Remembers where bathroom is
3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep
4. Only snores lightly when asleep
5. Remembers why he's laughing
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
7. Usually wears some clothes
8. Likes soft foods
9. Remembers where he left his teeth
10. Remembers that it's the weekend
What women want in a man at age 75:
1. Breathing
2. Doesn't miss the toilet
- Location:My good 'ol couch
- Mood:
relaxed - Music:Two and a half men on tv..
Overpowering Clouds, Thunderstorm, Splashes of water, and the subtle darkness outside, roads covered in puddles of water, young couples smitten by love walking hand in hand, innocent moments, and the pitter patter of the raindrops on my window.
Everything around gets a good wash from pollution, freshness is in the air. I love rainfall, especially the monsoon in India which I terribly miss whenever it rains here. I love rainfall as much as I love Diwali or Christmas or for that matter any other festival. And in such a weather there is a small little pleasure in enjoying a hot cup of Chai with Bhajias (Pakoda’s) laying curled up on a couch enjoying a typical Bollywood movie.
In India however these simple pleasures used to consist of going out in the rain getting wet, and going to a corn (makai) vendor who would roast you a hot corn on the cob and spice it up with lemon and mirchi and eating that in the rain of course again with a cup of chai from the tea stall right next to the person selling makai.. The chill outside used to double up with each bite of the hot corn, bones would shudder, and goose pimples would layer me. Aaaah the simple pleasures of life.. I LOVE IT
Someone recently told me “Rain is good for the soul” and I couldn’t agree more. It gives me a sense of calmness, peace and tranquility
IS THERE A GREATER PLEASURE THAN THIS??
- Location:Home
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:pitter patter of the raindrops on my window
So this day is again just around the corner and again I ask myself the same question why do we really celebrate this day?? Is this the ONLY day u can show how much you love someone...Does this mean if you missed valentine’s day this year, you will have to wait a WHOLE YEAR till the next one just to express your innermost feelings for a person!!!!!!! What do u do the rest of the 364 days??? Say “”no darling we will wait for Valentines Day to come”!! If you truly love someone why wait for a day to tell them that. Also, buying expensive gifts going out for expensive dinners.. That’s really not love.. That’s more of a show off. Do we really need these expensive showoffs to believe that someone truly loves us?? Valentines Day is NOT THE REASON to fall in LOVE. And if you are in love why wait for this day to express it, you can do it any day or express it 365 days a year. Why make a big deal on this otherwise normal, regular day?
- Location:home
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:pittar patter of the raindrops
Cricket was regarded as a gentleman’s game and thereby had the image as the cleanest of all sports. Impressing thing about Cricket is the wonderful spirit in which it is played. It remains the ultimate gentleman's game. Games are hard fought. There is plenty of aggression. There is grit and determination. But most importantly, there is fair play and genuine respect for fellow and opposition players.
But in the light of some events over the past few years this reputation is not becoming a fallacy. The limits of acceptable and unacceptable are changing in the modern day cricket. The cricket jargon or otherwise termed as sledging can now be roughly described as verbal abuse and today is as much a part of the game as batting or bowling but the question before us is what are the limits, if there are any…
This gentleman’s game is plagues by the various controversies that are slowly but quickly becoming a major part of this game… starting from match fixing, to ball tampering to doping scandals to foul play, shocking death of Pakistan coach Bob Woolmer and most recently the so called racial abuse incident.
The game today as changed with the spirit no longer prevailing. Players back in the old days played for Honour and Pride. But today millions of dollars, contracts, deals and all the other complexities that govern the game. Players back then didn’t depend on the game for their bread and champagne, nor did they see the need to get their body insured. Man of the Match winners back then didn’t receive Audis and Land Rovers. And this battle to win those million dollars and fancy cars the sportmanship of the game is lost and that is when all the controversies pop up.
In a nation like India where cricket is religiously followed, the unfortunate turn of events have hurt the sentiments of the Indians. I would say it has not only hurt the sentiments of Indians but also all the other ppl in the world,including me who are ardent fans of this wonderful and interesting game. With such unhealthy incidents the gentleman's game might soon turn out to be a war pitch for vandals. 'May the best team win' that plays with true sportsman spirit. Not only the players, but the spectators have been hurling racist remarks rather than hooting for their home-team. With such nasty incidents hanging over the cricket pitch it looks like the game is now no longer played in the right spirit. If this continues, cricket will be no more remembered as a gentleman's game.
- Location:My Apt.
- Music:Music made by typing on my laptop keyboard
Holiday season is the worst when u dont have your family and friends near u and this song just says it all:
Christmas songs are playing, but not for me Why does everything seem so out of place? Everyone thinks this is a merry time for all And to see the frozen tears upon my face Someone take me home for Christmas so I won't be alone Let me have a family to call my own And then I'll feel the joy that they're all singing of This Christmas just give me someone to love All year came and went I held my hopes up high But now I need you bad If ever there was a time It's just once that we live We take so much, why can't you give? So someone take me home for Christmas, so I won't be alone Let me have a mom and dad again, someone to call my own And then I'll feel the joy that they're all singing of This Christmas just give me someone to love
- Location:My apt
- Mood:
sad
Here are some of the things I miss about my childhood not in any particular order:
1.The first thing I miss the most is being carefree. I miss those days when all I had to worry about is school HW. No other stress or tension in life like dealing with the stress of making a career and planning your future or dealing with stressful relationships which in most cases bring a lot of heartache for no good reason. I was lucky enough to grow up in a healthy, loving family. I never knew anything about crime or disease or toxins or accidents or war or heartaches. Ignorance truly is bliss in childhood.
2.I miss the camping trips with my friends. There's something special about the relationships one forms at camp, summer after summer. Till date my friends and I talk about our camping trips and that brings back wonderful memories.
3. We never wanted for anything growing up, but we were most definitely not spoiled. Treats were really special, like getting ice cream or going out to dinner or visiting the zoo. Although I still feel delight at an unexpected pleasure, it's a different feeling from when I was a kid—I guess it's not as pure.
4. I miss never having to worry about what to cook or eat. I miss my mom’s delicious cooking.
5. I miss my school days.
6. Being able to abandon the concept of time- It was so nice, when you were a kid, to not have to worry about what time is was. You knew when it was noon, for lunch, or three, because school got out, or your bedtime, or whatever. But 1:00 PM or 10:00 AM meant nothing at all. Those were the days.
7 .I miss the days when I used to have crushes on Backstreet Boys and enjoy listening to the Spice Girls. I didn’t worry about money, work, love or the future.
8. I miss the bedtime stories that my father used to tell me. Those were also the times when the storyteller in my father took charge of the proceedings. I just lapped up whatever my father had to tell be it his childhood incidents, his school escapades. ragging or his work experience.
9. Doordarshan: Yes, I sometimes miss the old telly programs,especially so when there’s a total chaos on the telly-scence today.
10. Playing. Playing house, playing school, playing with barbies, playing doctor, playing cops and robbers, playing with toys, playing with friends, playing in the house, the park and the yard, playing at recess. I can’t remember the last time I just “had fun” for the heck of having fun..
I love my childhood, and if I went back in time, I would never change anything from my experiences. They made me who I am today.
- Location:home
- Mood: nostalgic
So every year for the past 3 years I tend to get immensely homesick and nostalgic during Diwali. The thing with Diwali, as is the case with most good things in life, is that you tend to appreciate it more if you are away from it for a while. Having been in the Diwali wilderness, so to speak, for three whole years, I look forward to that one day (hope it comes soon) when I will be able to celebrate it with my family.
I miss that festive spirit that is in the air everywhere and people smiling and wishing each other ‘Happy Diwali”. Work takes a backseat as everyone goes home early and spend more time with the family. Its all about Family and Fun. The shopping malls are full of people and there is a constant buzz of activity everywhere. Diwali is the time we used to shop till we dropped dead. New clothes, shoes and what not. All our demands were met without any complains. Gifts and Sweets are exchanged between households and the kitchen at our house is stacked with boxes of mithai, ladoos and all kinds of assorted sweets. But nothing in the world can beat the home made sweets my mom makes during Diwali. But the sweets would not last long thanks to my brothers and uncle but then there is always more coz its Diwali!!.
Also Apart from all the festive atmosphere at home, just driving around the city feels awesome, especially at night because everywhere you look you see lights and more lights of all colors, shapes and sizes. Some houses have have the modern electric lights which are bright and colorful but we at home prefer traditional diyas in clay pots that often have artistic cravings. The diyas would illuminate my house at night. How can I forget the fun we had when my sister and me would make rangoli near the entrance of our house and ofcourse at the same time try our best to keep our dog away from it. For some reason he was always attracted to it and would wait with baited breath to make a mess of it once we were done. Ahh how I miss those days.
How I miss the whole family being together on Diwali day and we would all have this huge family lunch. My mom and Aunt would prepare this mouth watering, finger licking, yummylicous, Diwali feast which would be wiped out within seconds as soon and the family sat down to eat. On the New Year's day, the day which follows Diwali, it is a tradition that the whole family goes out for a Big Lunch and it was always so much fun. This year too my family followed the tradition and the only person missing was me.
Diwali nights were always spent part with the family and part with friends bursting crackers and basically having the time of our lives. The sky of the Diwali night was always set alight with countless such firecrackers being deployed in all parts of the city. All through the night, the firecrackers would go on and the diyas would burn brightly.
Diwali has always had a special place in my heart. I Cherish the fond memories of Diwali that I have experienced so far till I came to US. I do not know when I’ll be able to go back home to celebrate Diwali with my family but I sure do look forward to that day.
Long live the festival of lights and the love and magic that it brings and creates.
- Location:Lab
- Mood: nostalgic
- Music:Deewangi - Om shanti Om
“Oh what happened to you, you’ve put on a few pounds”..OUCH!!.. a line which every woman on this planet dreads!!! And to be frank enough I’ve heard this lately being said to me and it sure does not sound nice.
Accepted the fact that being “FAT” is unhealthy but then the reason is not always excessive eating or just not caring about one’s weight like few ppl do. There are a zillion other medical reasons why women tend to put on weight but they are not the first thing that comes into the minds of the people who say the most unspeakable thing to a woman.
I often ask to myself are “FAT” ppl not humans and fun to be with?? Being a fat person today, imposes a heavy burden of discrimination and social prejudice and for women, the penalties are doubly severe. If you can get insurance coverage at all, you will probably find yourself listed under Medical Disability, regardless of the state of your health, and have to pay exorbitant premiums; vital health services including birth control and prenatal care may be unobtainable, and if you should be raped (and fat women are raped), no policeman will take your attempt to report it seriously.
My consciousness on this began, I think, when I put on a few pounds due to a medical reason and people started commenting on it. At the same time while watching the various diet ads on TV, I became aware that diet ads were all aimed at women. The only men in them, in fact, were there to motivate or reward the (female) dieter. I began to see how diet ads perpetuate sexism: not only is their premise--that one must be slim to attract a man--wrong, they reinforce a dehumanizing scale of values by which women are judged primarily in terms of attractiveness. Since the predominant aesthetic automatically judges fat women not attractive, by our society's standards we are not "real" women:!!!!
Women's bodies contain more fat biologically than do men's, and proportionately more women than men are termed "overweight"; women are also more likely than men to become fat, due to metabolic, hormonal imbalances and other changes during pregnancy. Yet, despite this, a double standard still prevails by which a certain amount of paunch is socially acceptable on a man but even smaller-than-average women feel they must lose weight.
Thin men who go out with and/or marry fat women often find their masculinity called into question --they must be real losers to be scraping the bottom of the barrel like that. That's what society would like us to believe. The dehumanization of fat women creates a sort of reverse double standard that makes any man who chooses them guilty by association, while the opposite situation--a thin woman choosing a fat man--elicits a response something like “Oh he’s so lucky “ or “You/That lucky Bastard”. All of which shows just how far-reaching the effects of sexism are. Fear of fat, programmed into all women virtually from childhood, is used to manipulate us, to pressure and harass us into the self-destructive "reducing" schemes which take thousands of lives every year.
So every female out there who bears the brunt of snide remarks just because she does not fit the society’s norm of “BEING THIN” just remember that we are worthwhile whatever our weight. Our bodies are to be respected, they must be viewed as aesthetically admirable, and our efforts must also concentrate on improving health at any weight.
Someday, perhaps we will all be thin. Maybe then we will discover that being thin does not automatically confer happiness; that whatever one's body size we can't live forever. So till the time it takes to get rid of this nasty tradition of fat-and-thin remarks, Smile, retort back, Eat your heart out and be ‘FAT and HEALTHY”
- Location:Home
- Mood:
infuriated - Music:Billy Joel - Always a Woman to Me
Our life revolves around expectations.Well the problem we have with expectations of others is that we expect certain behavior, or attitudes of them unilaterally and about 95% of the time it never works that why and we end up angry, disappointed, upset, hurt, or disillusioned when our expectations are not met. And this happens because most of us (including me at times) do not like to deal with reality. We like everything to be wine and roses, romantic and loving. We have expectations of our parents, children, friends, lovers (lots of hurt feelings here, right?), relatives, bosses, employees, husbands, wives, politicians, plumbers to which they do not conform, nor ever agreed to conform. The list goes on and on. No wonder we are continually disappointed, hurt and angry!
But then what about the times when u try to meet someones expectations?? There are many who do that and so have i, at different times and instances tried my very best to meet up expectations and it seems no matter what you do, how contorted you had to make yourself to fit into the image the other person had of you and his/her expectations, you never seem to measure up, never to please enough. What happens then? You begin to blame yourself, begin to hate yourself, begin to build hidden resentment, misconceptions, have miscommunications and down the road you go!!!
But now i seem to realize that all it takes to change this is a reversal of your attitude by discarding your "expectations" and replacing them with ALLOW. Allow others to be what they are, not what you'd like them to be. Allow yourself to be what you are, not what is expected of you by others. All it requires is to follow these simple rules:
1. Do not expect others to live up to your image, your perception, your expectation of them, unless he/she has fully understood the perception, the image, the expectation and agreed to it.
2.Look at the other person realistically at their faults, inhibitions, hang-ups, without judgment. Then you will either have to accept that person as he or she is or reject without prejudice. Do not expect anyone to change or to conform to your expectations.
AND FINALLY
3.Be gentle and loving with yourself. We all do goofy things we later regret We all make mistakes we wish we hadn't. Instead of beating ourselves we need to ask, "what did we learn from this?" Nothing is "good"; nothing is "bad". There is no blame, no guilt, only learning! What may seem painful and "bad" now may in time turn out to be the best thing that happened to you.
DO NOT ANTICIPATE. DO NOT PRECONCEIVE. DO NOT EXPECT.
But then what about the times when u try to meet someones expectations?? There are many who do that and so have i, at different times and instances tried my very best to meet up expectations and it seems no matter what you do, how contorted you had to make yourself to fit into the image the other person had of you and his/her expectations, you never seem to measure up, never to please enough. What happens then? You begin to blame yourself, begin to hate yourself, begin to build hidden resentment, misconceptions, have miscommunications and down the road you go!!!
But now i seem to realize that all it takes to change this is a reversal of your attitude by discarding your "expectations" and replacing them with ALLOW. Allow others to be what they are, not what you'd like them to be. Allow yourself to be what you are, not what is expected of you by others. All it requires is to follow these simple rules:
1. Do not expect others to live up to your image, your perception, your expectation of them, unless he/she has fully understood the perception, the image, the expectation and agreed to it.
2.Look at the other person realistically at their faults, inhibitions, hang-ups, without judgment. Then you will either have to accept that person as he or she is or reject without prejudice. Do not expect anyone to change or to conform to your expectations.
AND FINALLY
3.Be gentle and loving with yourself. We all do goofy things we later regret We all make mistakes we wish we hadn't. Instead of beating ourselves we need to ask, "what did we learn from this?" Nothing is "good"; nothing is "bad". There is no blame, no guilt, only learning! What may seem painful and "bad" now may in time turn out to be the best thing that happened to you.
DO NOT ANTICIPATE. DO NOT PRECONCEIVE. DO NOT EXPECT.
- Location:Home away from home
- Mood: lonely
- Music:Right kind of Wrong-- Leann Rimes
Apart from me my dad keeps himself updated about the current findings in science and whenever he comes across something unusal he sends it across to me..And this is something very interesting....
Scientists in Hiroshima, Japan, successfully bred transparent frogs whose organs, blood vessels and eggs can be seen through its skin. The researchers bred the frog to be a humane learning tool, "you can watch organs of the same frog over its entire life, as you don't have to dissect it," Bred from rare mutants of the Japanese brown frog, the see-through frogs could provide valuable insight into organ growth and development. The scientists crossed frogs with the recessive genes known to give frogs pale skin through artificial insemination.
The researchers say the see-through frogs can help in the study of diseases and in the development of medical treatments by allowing laboratory scientists to check the status of internal organs and blood vessels while the frogs are alive and without having to dissect them.
http://www.pinktentacle.com/2007/09/hir
KUDOS TO SCIENCE!!!
Scientists in Hiroshima, Japan, successfully bred transparent frogs whose organs, blood vessels and eggs can be seen through its skin. The researchers bred the frog to be a humane learning tool, "you can watch organs of the same frog over its entire life, as you don't have to dissect it," Bred from rare mutants of the Japanese brown frog, the see-through frogs could provide valuable insight into organ growth and development. The scientists crossed frogs with the recessive genes known to give frogs pale skin through artificial insemination.
The researchers say the see-through frogs can help in the study of diseases and in the development of medical treatments by allowing laboratory scientists to check the status of internal organs and blood vessels while the frogs are alive and without having to dissect them.
http://www.pinktentacle.com/2007/09/hir
KUDOS TO SCIENCE!!!
- Location:my lab, my desk, my desktop
- Mood:
working - Music:the sound oh my typing..;-)
So this was, is and always will be my fav song ever...This song never fails to give me the shivers...
Lag jaa gale ke phir yeh haseen raath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
Hum ko mile hai aaj yeh ghadiyaan naseeb se
Jee bhar ke dekh leejiye hum ko kareeb se
Phir aap ke naseeb mem yeh bath ho naho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
Paas aayie ke hum nahin aayenge baar baar
Baahein gale mein daal ke hum ro le zaar zaar
AAnkon se phir yeh pyaar ki barsaath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqaat ho na ho
Lag jaa gale ke phir yeh haseen raath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
Lag jaa gale ke phir yeh haseen raath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
Hum ko mile hai aaj yeh ghadiyaan naseeb se
Jee bhar ke dekh leejiye hum ko kareeb se
Phir aap ke naseeb mem yeh bath ho naho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
Paas aayie ke hum nahin aayenge baar baar
Baahein gale mein daal ke hum ro le zaar zaar
AAnkon se phir yeh pyaar ki barsaath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqaat ho na ho
Lag jaa gale ke phir yeh haseen raath ho na ho
Shaayad phir is janam mem mulaaqat ho na ho
- Location:my lovely cosy new apt..
- Mood: hopeful
- Music:ofcourse LAG JA GALE
The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, yet more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to say "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.
We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.
We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.
Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.
Remember to say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.
Remember to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.
Remember to say "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.
Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.
Give time to love, give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
- Location:My couch,,, m going to miss it soon...:(
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:some movie on TV
We Indians are proud to be sentimental. If you sing 'mera joota hai japani...' you feel you are Indian. If you sing '...phir bhi dil hai hindustani' you are Indian. But, infact we don't have any idea when to cry. Cry can be there either for great achievement or for great despair.
Yesterday, the truck full of Armymen going for their duty in border gets fall down in River Teesta (near Siliguri, West Bengal) killing two and injuring six, no cry of despair comes out of any Indian.
The Remote Sensing Satellite gets zoomed into the perfect orbit around the earth making us the front runners in Remote Sensing Technology, yet with this leap, our heart doesn't flutters and the cry is absent. Few days back top badminton player gets defeated by an Indian nowhere it gets worth of Indian cry of achievement. Three days back, the road connecting Siliguri to Gangtok gets washed away in rain, yet repaired in flat two days allowing all heavy vehicles too to pass through just three days back. All these excitement related accomplished jobs do not guarantee even a whimper, the cry of achievement is far away.
Sanjay Dutt released! Shibu Shoren released! These news gets prime importance along with all the cruel things happening around us. Butt all these to get our sentimental exclaimation. The cry of despair or excitement is still absent in us.
Are we Sane? We do feel proud to be called Indians. But we have to bring back that cry out, which is burried deep within in the core of every Indian's heart. And the day is not far away when this will come out up in the sky for all the world to see and behold. Till then the question remains - Are we Indians Sane?
Yesterday, the truck full of Armymen going for their duty in border gets fall down in River Teesta (near Siliguri, West Bengal) killing two and injuring six, no cry of despair comes out of any Indian.
The Remote Sensing Satellite gets zoomed into the perfect orbit around the earth making us the front runners in Remote Sensing Technology, yet with this leap, our heart doesn't flutters and the cry is absent. Few days back top badminton player gets defeated by an Indian nowhere it gets worth of Indian cry of achievement. Three days back, the road connecting Siliguri to Gangtok gets washed away in rain, yet repaired in flat two days allowing all heavy vehicles too to pass through just three days back. All these excitement related accomplished jobs do not guarantee even a whimper, the cry of achievement is far away.
Sanjay Dutt released! Shibu Shoren released! These news gets prime importance along with all the cruel things happening around us. Butt all these to get our sentimental exclaimation. The cry of despair or excitement is still absent in us.
Are we Sane? We do feel proud to be called Indians. But we have to bring back that cry out, which is burried deep within in the core of every Indian's heart. And the day is not far away when this will come out up in the sky for all the world to see and behold. Till then the question remains - Are we Indians Sane?
- Location:My second home...my lab..
- Music:People talking....
What color is your soul painted?
Blue
Your soul is painted the color blue, which embodies the characteristics of peace, patience, understanding, health, tranquility, protection, spiritual awareness, unity, harmony, calmness, coolness, confidence, dependability, loyalty, idealism, tackiness, and wisdom. Blue is the color of the element Water, and is symbolic of the ocean, sleep, twilight, and the sky.
- Location:my apt
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:some show on TV....
Oh wow its been so long since i wrote on this thing that when i tried to log in today i jst cud not remember my username and password....hehehe... so ofcourse i ended up doing the password retrival thing and finally logged it....
Well at least my account did not get deleted ....heehehe.....
A lot of things have been going on for some time now so much so that writing my journal took a backseat....and i did not realise it until now when i tried to log in...
But oh well i am back now and this time will make sure that i don't forget my user name and password.....
Well at least my account did not get deleted ....heehehe.....
A lot of things have been going on for some time now so much so that writing my journal took a backseat....and i did not realise it until now when i tried to log in...
But oh well i am back now and this time will make sure that i don't forget my user name and password.....
- Location:home...
- Mood: calm
- Music:tohse naina laage.....
Completed 1 yr in philadelphia on 11th sep....love it so far
cheers
cheers
- Mood: happy
- Music:sochna kya--ghayal
When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee,
Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, as the
nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem.
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to
Ireland.
The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas
edition of the News
Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide
presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world,
is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years...all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush
aside without looking at the young soul within...we will one day be there,
too!
Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, as the
nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem.
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and
distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to
Ireland.
The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas
edition of the News
Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide
presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world,
is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet.
An Old Lady's Poem
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill...
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman...and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years...all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush
aside without looking at the young soul within...we will one day be there,
too!
Your Birthdate: March 25 |
Your birth on the 25th day of the month (7 energy) modifies your life path by giving you some special interest in technical, scientific, or other complex and often hard to understand subjects. You may become something of a perfectionist and a stickler for details. Your thinking is logical and intuitive, rational and responsible. Your feelings may run deep, but you are not very likely to let them show. This birthday makes you a more private person, more introspective and perhaps more inflexible. In friendships you are very cautious and reserved. You are probably inventive, and given to unique approaches and solutions. |
WOW Aug 29th the day i first stepped into USA!!!! Today i complete my one whole year in the US of A..
It almost feels like home now.... and its thanks to all the wonderful friends i made here that made it all the more worthwhile...
Here's to my 1 yr in USA and all the wonderful ppl(my extended family here, pearl, chillo, dru, nidhs, keks,pops,ranjita, sonali, kavi, and many more) here who made a significant difference in my life....
Cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It almost feels like home now.... and its thanks to all the wonderful friends i made here that made it all the more worthwhile...
Here's to my 1 yr in USA and all the wonderful ppl(my extended family here, pearl, chillo, dru, nidhs, keks,pops,ranjita, sonali, kavi, and many more) here who made a significant difference in my life....
Cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Mood: happy
- Music:salaam namaste---- salaam namaste
