Where The Heart Is

The Eternal Daydreamer

2007-06-21T22:06:00.000+05:30

The Eternal Daydreamer seems to be headed towards new pastures....

oh yes :)

she sure is...

And she is spending sleepless nights....

i guess she is headed to Love!

After what was a wait till eternity...

everything seems to be falling in place... (touchwood)

Though she, as always, is uncertain...

but is sure of the fact that she is ready to take a chance on this one.

Wish her luck.

And lots and lots of Love

delhi

2007-06-12T00:54:00.000+05:30

same park...
same lake...
the other part or the capital that I almost missed
thanx mrinalini :)

the lake

2007-06-12T00:52:00.000+05:30

the lake...

in deer park (DeLhi)

with us standing at the windows of a madarsa...

looking on

mrinalini on the wheel

2007-06-12T00:49:00.000+05:30

mrinalini driving...
her new car...
me sitting in the back seat... just for safety sake while shikhar dares to take the seat in front.

the skies open up

2007-06-12T00:48:00.001+05:30

taken while coming back home from office...

while sitting in the bus...

from my phone camera

dreams

2007-06-03T15:05:00.000+05:30

dreams..
they say a lot... and then they don't say a thing...

I often wake up disturbed after seemingly peaceful nights to dreams that are still running in my head...

Like the one i saw last night... penguins... hundreds of penguins.... and they flew..
YES... they were all over in the sky as I sat with my friends and opened a bottle of champagne....

I'v never thought of a penguin the whole day.. and NO i did not have champagne...
any clue what that means?
I was with my frnds and family in the dream ... and we all were celebrating for some reason unknown...

the dream suddenly starts to slip away from the mind... lemme go to bed quick and come up with another one of the strange ones for me to unravel.

Lyfe

2007-06-03T15:03:00.000+05:30

life..
people spend it away without even a single thought that it just might be the ONLY one that u get while ur concious

I used to spend a lot of time thinking what life had in store for me...
and then It happened...
i stopped thinking and started LIVING the one treasured lifetime handed to me...

Don't think what will happen tomorrow...
think or not...
it WILL happen....

so y keep wasting ur time over what u cannot find out..
instead, enjoy wha u hav right now...

Spend some tme with mom, remember the lat time u 2 sat down and gossiped abt the aunty next door?

call up ur best friend... remember school days...

write a letter to the love of ur life, telling them how much he/she means to u... and post it off if u must... nothing has a better effect on people than realising that someone took out time enough to do such a thing for them....

Live life...
keep smiling

Smile

2007-05-21T20:17:00.000+05:30

I smiled

no reason... do not know why

I guess that's the way it is meant to be...
a smile is like chocolate...

it does not need to have a reason...

I feel so I smile..

I feel

I sit and smile...

I smile and I cry...

I cry because I love u...

I cry b'coz i'm not sure if u do...

then one day u tell me....

You love me...

and I cry...

then i smile...

I smile through the tears...

and I cry through the smile...

this is what is life...

smiles and tears...

crying through the smiles,

smiling through the tears

But in the end its all about smiling!

Me

2007-05-02T17:26:00.001+05:30

So here I am...
writing on my favourite webpage after ages...
and this time its original too...
a lot has happened since the time i wrote here last time...
a year has passed from the three i am investing into doing my MBA... and what a revelation this past year has been... wonderful... all the masala of a hindi movie..
a hindi movie that only I get to see... not anyone else..
I have been wanting to write here for a long time now.. not for anyone to read, but for my own... i need to pour out the hotch potch that goes on in my head on and off... and this seems to be the best place to be able to do so.. :)
One should always get time to write when they feel to do so.. i hav tried carrying a pen and paper but i never get time to get to sit and write.. some thing or the other happens.
Like right now... my frnd is calling.. have to end here...
will write soon
Promise, myself :)

How to Do Nothing

2007-05-02T17:21:00.000+05:30

This is something I had saved for putting up here... its not for me for a change.
It is for people who actually work a lot... I do too, sometimes.. but I always have my bit of fun in the hard times shuttling between office and classes.

For those of us who are non-stop workaholics, doing nothing can actually be pretty difficult!
If you're like the Energizer bunny in that you keep going, and going, and going, here's how to stop once in a while, think pleasant thoughts, visit the beach, stare at the water, and just do nothing.

Steps

1. Plan ahead. Whether it's an hour, a day, a week, a month, or a year of doing nothing, cancel all of your appointments for that block of time. Try to pick the most boring week or day, a day where you'll most likely sleep most of the time.

2. Let people know. Tell everyone that you're going to be "busy" and will be unavailable. Whether you choose to tell them that you're actually setting aside some time to do nothing, or you just give them the vague explanation "I'm going to be busy" (busy doing nothing!), tell them not to call, visit, or interrupt unless it's a real emergency.

3. Find a quiet, private place. Go somewhere you don't feel pressured to do anything. This might be your bedroom, the backyard, or a local park. Find that place and go there.

4. Set your alarm. Set an alarm of some kind to go off when your "nothing" time is over, so that you don't have to constantly look at the clock and count the minutes.

5. Turn off the phone. Turn off your cell phone, work phone, pager, PDA, Blackberry, computer and any other means of sending or receiving calls or messages. These distractions will only keep you from enjoying the nothing.

6. Sit by yourself. Feel the wind, the sun on your face, the chair touching your butt. Listen to the rustle of the trees, birds chirping, water flowing. Always think about the past or future. Avoid the temptation to turn on the TV, listen to music, write a note to yourself, get a bite to eat, or anything else. The only thing you should do is go to the bathroom (if needed).

7. Learn how to free up your mind. Clear your mind of all thoughts of work, worries, family, etc.. Doing this not only allows your body to do nothing, but your mind as well.

Tips

* Setting aside some free time to do nothing on a regular basis is very healthy for your mind, body, and emotional life, especially if you find that you're really wearing yourself thin. Often times, we are encouraged by the actions of our fast-paced, high-information society to believe that staying busy is a normal and natural state of existence. Remember, there is no guilt in giving yourself some private downtime. How often you do nothing is up to you, but it should be a rejuvenating experience.

* Once you become good at doing nothing, you can use this newfound time and energy to think of things, instead. This would not be doing "nothing," but thinking while shutting out the world. Focusing on one thing this way will help you to concentrate better than having your mind zoom over a million thoughts a minute.

* If you live in a small apartment, set aside a corner of a larger room with floor pillows, a softly scented candle and maybe a cozy throw. If these things aren't available, just find a quiet place for yourself.

* Try to temporarily forget about that work you have to get done, that test you need to study for, or that place you need to be, and just relax.

* If you really can't handle the idea (or guilt) of doing nothing, then learn how to fish. That way you just lay by a river and say, "I'm not doing nothing, I'm fishing!"

Warnings

* At first you may feel nervous, jittery, and restless. Try to relax and understand that doing nothing does not mean that you're being unproductive or irresponsible. Keep in mind that you are doing this in order to clear your mind and ultimately extend your life so that you will have even more time. Ultimately, setting time aside to recharge your batteries will make you more productive, creative, and more able to concentrate in the long run, and that's very good for work, school, or other.

Wait

2007-02-12T12:44:00.000+05:30

I wait for you,
anxious to see your face.

I stand and watch,
looking for the first sign of your arrival.

I finally see you,
I take a second look to make sure you're really there.

My pulse races and I crack a smile,
this is what I've been waiting for.

You begin to approach,
you say, "Sorry, I'm late."

I say, "No problem."
But I think to myself, 'I'd have waited forever.'

Dancing, With You

2007-02-12T12:37:00.000+05:30

Dancing

I wish I were dancing
Floating across the floor
He is wearing a suit
I, a gown
The music, sweet and melodious
Finds me twirling in a fantasy land
Filled with happiness
Laughter
Love
His warm embrace
Tickles my senses
And my heart surges forward
And then
As I am looking into his eyes
Searching every corner of his perfect soul
I stop
And realize that I'm not in a ballroom
Not in a gown
I'm just standing, staring into his eyes
And I'm dancing.

Starry Starry Night

2007-02-03T14:53:00.000+05:30

Starry Starry Night

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

I'm Here

2007-02-03T14:52:00.000+05:30

ohhhh YES!!

Im still here! :) alive and kicking...
Life has been a hell of a ride till date...
I'm at my workplace right now... supposed to have been wrking... but just cannot stop myself from jotting down a few strings of words that are running around in my head like crazy. Im a happy person, i do not feel sad unnecessarily, but then the past few days have given me time enough to think about stuff that i have wondered why alwtas happened with me..

Will tell you.. probably... not today.. not from here

Sleep

2007-02-03T14:25:00.000+05:30

ASLEEP! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
And let me kneel, and let me pray to thee,
And let me call Heaven’s blessing on thine eyes,
And let me breathe into the happy air,
That doth enfold and touch thee all about,
Vows of my slavery, my giving up,
My sudden adoration, my great love!

frndz forever

2007-01-31T14:38:00.000+05:30

Yes that is me with my frds....
it was Vasudha's (frst frm right) brother's shaadi.... and we were invited for a lot ofc dancing and merry making :)
and we did dat too.. explains why we all look as if we are standing in the middle of nowhere staring at the camera :D

loved the time :)

Love
Pragnya

Happy Diwali!

2006-10-30T02:07:00.000+05:30

Been a while since I last posted something here...

What better than pictures...

These were taken by me on Diwali this year...

Ram Darbar...

Soon after the pooja.

Rangoli-- Courtesy Prachi...

Picture-- Courtesy Urs Truly

Prachi-- busy with preparations for the big night!

After all the hard work, time for some masti... :)

Amma and Prachi... love ya both!

Considering that the pictures were clicked on a 1.3 mp mobile phone camera.... they came out well...

HAPPY DIWALI!

Jag Ja…

2006-10-29T01:07:00.000+05:30

jag ja ri gudiya

misri ki pudiya
meethe lage do naina

nainon mein tere,

hum hi base the

hum hi base hain,

hain na.

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa,

jag jaa, arii jag ja, mari jag ja.

halka sa kosa,

subho ka bosa,

maan jaa ri,

ab jaag ja.

naak pe tere,

kaatega bicchoo

jaag ja, tu maan ja

jo chahe le lo,

dashrath ka vaada

nainon se kholo ji raina

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa,

jag jaa, arii jag ja, mui jag ja.

kirnon ka sona,

os ke moti,

motiyon sa mogra.

tera bichauna,

bhar bhar ke daroon,

gulmohar ka tokra.

aur jo bhi chaho,

maango ji maango,

bolo ji, meri maina.

o ri raani, gudiyaaaa,

jag jaa, arii jag ja, oye jag ja.

jag ja ri gudiya..

Ajnabi

2006-10-29T00:33:00.000+05:30

Ajnabi shehar hai

Ajnabi shaam hai

Zindagi ajnabi

kya tera naam hai...

Ajeeb hai ye zindagi, ye zindagi ajeeb hai

Ye milti hai bichhadti hai

Bichhadke phir se milti hai...

Ajnabi shehar hai

Ajnabi shaam hai...

Aap ke bagair bhi humein, meethi lagein udasiyaan

Kya, ye aap kaa... aap kaa kamaal hai

Shayed aapko khabar nahi

Hil rahi hai paaon ki zameen...

Kya, ye aap ka... aap kaa kheyaal hai

Ajnabi shehar mein

Zindagi mil gayi...

Ajeeb hai ye zindagi ye zindagi ajeeb hai

Main samjha tha kareeb hai

Ye auron ka naseeb hai...

Ajnabi shehar hai

Ajnabi shaam hai

Baat hai ye ek raat ki, aap badalon pe letey they,

hmm woh yaad hai, aapne bulaya tha

Sardi lag rahi thi aapko, patli chandi lapetey they,

aur shaan mein khowaab ke sulaya tha

Ajnabi thi sahi saans mein silgayi

Ajeeb hai ye zindagi

Ye zindagi ajeeb hai

Meri nahi ye zindagi rakeeb ka naseeb hai...

Tanha

2006-08-08T13:31:00.000+05:30

Koi ye kaise bataae ke vo tanhaa kyun hai?
voh jo apana tha kabhi aur kisi ka kyun hai?
yahii duniya hai to phir aisi ye duniya kyun hai?
yahii hota hai to aakhir yahii hota kyun hai?

Ik zaraa haath badhaa de to pakad le daaman
usake seene mein samaa jaye hamaarii dhadkan
itani kurbat hai to phir faasla itnaa kyun hai?

Dil-e-barbaad se niklaa nahin ab tak koii
ik lutey ghar pe diyaa kartaa hai dastak koii
aas jo toot gayi phir se bandhaataa kyun hai?

Tum masarrat ka kaho ya ise gam ka rishtaa
kahate hain pyaar ka rishtaa hai janam ka rishtaa
hai janam ka jo ye rishtaa to badaltaa kyun hai?

It's Raining. It's Pouring.

2006-07-27T13:48:00.000+05:30

It's raining, it's pouring.
The Old Man is snoring,
He went to bed with a cold in his head,
And he didn't get up in the morning.
Rain, rain, go away,
A Little Girl wants to play.

After singing the rhyme, Little Girl asks "Why is the Old Man in bed with a cold in his head?" Since her mother cannot answer the question, Little Girl embarks on a quest to find out for herself. Once Little Girl secures a ladder, she begins to climb up and up, through the house, through the attic skylight, right up to the nearest thundercloud. Several creatures follow Little Girl on her ascent to the sky - a duck, a mouse, a dog, a bat, a robin, and a cat.

Old Man is a giant who lives in the clouds and controls the weather. He tells Little Girl that he has a terrible cold - his head hurts, his eyes are watering, and his throat tickles. Little Girl informs the giant that when she has a cold, her mother gives her hot honey and lemon to drink. Old Man tells Little Girl that he does not have a mother! She descends the ladder with her companions, including the newest addition, a Canada Goose. With the help of her mother, Little Girl assembles her own ingredients to cure the giant's cold. She also accumulates another creature - a hedgehog.

Once again, Little Girl and her companions ascend the ladder to Old Man's bed. The giant gratefully accepts all of elements of Little Girl's cure, and, immediately, he begins to feel better. The sun comes out, and, with the help of a sunbeam, courtesy of Old Man, Little Girl and her companions slide back home. Once there, Little Girl puts on her runners and goes outside to play - in the puddles!

Eveything is possible.
Imagination Daring.
Love Caring.
Rains and Me.

Rains

2006-07-27T13:42:00.000+05:30

Made In India

2006-07-14T13:21:00.000+05:30

Rashtrapati Bhavan, in the evening...
It happened on one of those days, I fell in Love...
In love with the most beautiful sights in the whole world.
Looking at the Presidential palace and lawns I felt a sudden surge of patriotism, you know the ones that you feel when you are a part of the parade at the India Gate lawns and the Indian Air Force planes flypast overhead...I do not know why... but that is one moment I feel as Indian as I can ever be.
A few things we take for granted are so much a part of our being that we forget to remember them. All a country needs is one reminder... which might just not be positive at all times, to reming then people of being one...of belonging to the Country... to each other.
I recommend to all, a walk down the India Gate lawns...from Rashtrapati Bhavan towards India Gate. Drive if you want to, but a walk does the trick...

(P.S. Wish hard for it to rain.)

Vande Mataram

Dancing in the RAIN...

2006-07-10T15:05:00.001+05:30

The Rain Gods are finally smiling over Delhi...
All the prayers of the sunburnt Delhiites seemed to have been answered early Sunday morning when the city woke up to a thick blanket of grey clouds ready to pour down their contents over the sun-parched Delhi...
I too woke up to a lazy sunday, did not sleep much the night last because of the frequent power cuts all through the city.
Mom woke me up and told me to look out the window, I expected to see the sun shining in all its glory at 9 in the morning, instead the light drizzle of the beautiful morning was there to wish me a wonderful day!!
I was sooooo....... happy. I keep telling this to my friends, there are a few things in the world that can always put a smile on my face.... My Amma, wind, and ya.... RAIN!! :)
And just imagine all this together.
Sunday passed by and it was back to office after much coaxing by mom.

Me and Mrinalini are busy planning a rain dance party on my ghar ka terrace.... probably this week itself... sometime after office... Rain, Chai, Pakore and Friends... what more do we want....

It just started pouring cats and dogs outside... can't wait to get out there....
Till we meet next!

Keep Smiling
Love
Pragnya :)

Of sweet memories and more!

2006-06-30T01:02:00.000+05:30

It had been a long time had not written anything on my blog...
not keeping well for the past couple of days...
I guess this happens every year before the monsoons... get the most miserable before getting the most happiest!
So I thought that I will put up just a couple of my favourite pics up here on my page...
All these snaps hold a lot of importance and lovely memories for me!
A journey through days past...
Here we go...

Yes, that me... That was clicked on Mrinalini's sister's engagement party!
Didi looked amazingly beautiful!
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Mom, my fate-line! believe me I can kill anyone for her! :)
Love you amma!
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Dats Prachi, my sis... my lifeline...
I leave the killing part for her... I can never win in a fight with her... coz she never lets me! ;)
an amazing pal...thanx sweety!
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This beauty saw its last set of drooling faces on Mrinalini's birthday...
Yes those are cigaretts, and No, she did not grow up! ;)
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Mrinalini, my buddy, pal, dost, friend. Thanx sweety, for always being there.
For always ponting out the logic, and for knowing me better than I do myself! Love ya!
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Shruti and Mrinalini at Joyeeta's 'Spinster party' ;)
PHEW! wat a night!!
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Me, early morning after the party!
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Me,
Black and white are no longer just colors!
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Hey Sameer, its payback time darling! U look cute though!
He does not like this pic of his... I did not ask him before putting it up! lets c wat reaction I get! ;)
A hell of an amazing guy! modest to the limit! Brains worth a billion US dollars! but dude stop being critical about yourself all the time, leave that to others! :P
keep smiling
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There were more...
Of friends, family, sky, rain, and sooooo much more...
but space and time do not let me give away more of my secrets...
and also coz some ppl just would not let me upload their pics! :P
Hope u lemme clik a better one of urs nxt time!
Till then...
keep smiling! :)

Love
Pragnya

What color are you?

2006-06-23T13:37:00.000+05:30

Another one of those internet quizzzes. This one tells me what color I am. Mrinalini keeps giving these tests, they are fun... lets one know more about themselves. I don't mind them that much, till they do not say anything about me that is not accepted! ;)

BLUE

You give your love and friendship unconditionally. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.

Find out your color at QuizMeme.com!

Your score was 78/180.
2,637,396 people have taken this quiz.
And 551,503 got Blue like you.

So, What color are U??

Internet Religion

2006-06-22T15:35:00.000+05:30

Today I took a Quiz on the net... it was supposed to let me know which religion was most suitable for me...

Mrinalini had tried it earlier, the answer she got was that she was most suitable to follow Buddhism, and if she can than she better convert soon!!!

I tried, and after a tie breaker question between Hinduism and Buddhism, I was told I am cool in Hinduism, so I should remain that. Strange way to decide what religion to follow, but then, these tests are fun... Random tests off the internet, giving you loads of information about everything and everywhere...

Im posting my results here... Try taking the test, and lemme know the results! :)

You scored as Hinduism. Your views are most similar to those of... Hinduism! Do some research on Hinduism and possibly consider becoming Hindu, if you aren't already.

Buddhism

79%

Hinduism

79%

Satanism

63%

Islam

58%

atheism

54%

Paganism

50%

Judaism

46%

Christianity

46%

agnosticism

29%

Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
created with QuizFarm.com

Shikhar's pet!

2006-06-20T12:20:00.000+05:30

adopt your own virtual pet!

Here is Stripes, my friend Shikhar's virtual pet! He wanted me to upload it here, coz he does not have a webpage of his own...

M glad!!! Anything for friends, and this only adds the number of pets on my page!! I also have a veryyy cute pic of his, was planning to upload that too, but I think this would do as of now!

Have fun! :)

I Say A Little Prayer

2006-06-19T15:40:00.000+05:30

From the moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you...
While combing my hair now
And wond'ring what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for you...

Chorus:
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart, and I'll love you
Forever, and ever, we never will part, oh I love you
Together, forever, that's how it should be
Living without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me...

I run for the bus dear, while riding I think of us dear,
I say a lil prayer for you
At work I just take time, and all through my coffee break time
I say a lil prayer for you...

Chorus

My darling believe me
For me there is no one but you
Say you love me too...

Mera Pichhu

2006-06-17T13:41:00.000+05:30

adopt your own virtual pet!

On a day like today!

2006-06-16T18:28:00.000+05:30

Today is one of those days...
When you do not feel like working at all, but still come to office just to look at that one face that puts a smile on yours!
YES! I did smile... but along came the part when I had to work too... so tried hard after lunch to lay my hands on a fresh story to put up on the website...

We had ordered lunch today, Mrinalini and I. Burgers from Mc Donalds... they arrived, in the hands of a handsome delivery boy...and for a minute or two I did consider leaving a tip...but the guy put me off bad as he did not have a bill for our stuff... now, I am very particular with these things...so mood off again...DID NOT leave a tip.

Lunch over, had nothing much to do, or maybe just not in the mood to work! (Moody am I not?)
Mrinalini mailed me on my mail id, while sitting right beside me; There were rain clouds outside...the Sun had finally decided to go off for an evening walk, making way for those beautiful grey clouds hovering over a city full of smiling faces!

It is now becoming a very common thing, Mrinalini and Me, after more than 4 years of friendship have stated reading each others minds, though she is better at it most of the time!
She did not have to even utter a syllable, for we both turned had off our monitors at the same time, picked up our phones and walked right out of office giggling!

We planned to go to the park nearby and bitch about a few people in office... for that we needed energy, for energy we needed something to eat, we reached the nearby DMS shop for some munchies...grabbed a pack and headed straight to the swings in the park. These swings are usually the playground of screaming kids with their nannies who meet up with each other totalk to about their respective employers!

We grabbed a swing each and started talking about our school time when getting on such swings was no less that winning a world cup! With the rain clouds upon us, we went about talking about different stuff...u know girly stuff...talk about guys, fun, getaways, crushes, ex-boyfriends etc... but our talk was soon broken by the winds that felt as if they had been running after someone themselves... we decided to stay for some more time, challenging the winds, soon small drops of rain started pattering on our heads, we gave up our swinging adventures as the small drops turned into bigger ones, shielded under a neem tree, we were still munching on 'Kurkure' when it actually started to rain heavily. Suddenly, the clouds had opened their doors to the sun-parched earth, and we were outside office with no shelter from it.

We began walking to office, slowly at first, then faster as we realized that the rain was not in the mood to stop anytime soon! Took us less than 5 minutes to reach office, but those 5 min were enough to leave uss drenched from head to foot! We entered office all soaked, and a 'sight for soar eyes' as one of our colleagues exclaimed!! Both of us shot straight to the washroom, still giggling about the whole episode!

Its days like these, that leave us Happy and Content deep inside. Altough the sun did shine soon after we came back to office, but we still would not exchange that for anything else, for it was fun beyond words!!

Thanx, to the pattering RAIN, to the hurried WIND, to my best friend Pinky, and to you sweetheart!
Thanx for giving me reasons to smile all the time, all day long!

tower in the sky

2006-06-08T17:46:00.000+05:30

It was but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in my aloneness, and I
Of your longingness have built a tower in the sky
But now our sleep has fled and our dream is
Over, and it is no longer dawn.
The noontide is upon us and our half waking,
Has turned to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet
Once more, we shall speak again together and you
Shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream
We shall build another tower in the sky.

--- 'The Prophet' By Kahlil Gibran

What is Love? Is this it?

2006-06-03T14:02:00.000+05:30

The dictionary says, Love is -- "A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness."

But then is this all that love is? Love is commonly considered impossible to describe. So will we ever have an exact definition or a rule book with details on how to fall in love, the symptoms, the medication and proper guidance? But despite of not having that rulebook, we all do fall in love... and, I think I have too.

But then I am not sure if I am ready to call it Love... I do not know, is this feeling as confusing as it is to me? I know I like him, but is the question is, is this Love? They say that I am putting too much thought to it, not giving the feeling enough chances to grow on its own...but they also say that only fools rush in... and I should think about it....so what am I supposed to do? I do not know of flowery words, all I know is that this is real... as real as rain drops falling on my window pane and in his stupid lane...

But if it is as real as rain, the why am I so confused about this feeling? Is it normal? Is it supposed to be this way? Its not as if I have not fallen in love before, but this time its different, there is also a sense of respect and responsibility towards that special someone...I want to be with him, but there are times when I do not even want to see his face...anger, is it? or is it jealousy, as some tell me? Maybe, it is both, maybe it is nothing....I do not know how to describe it.. this strange feeling....

May be it is Love!

On Love

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
---- The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran

Blowing in the wind...

2006-05-26T16:11:00.000+05:30

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

-- Words and Music by Bob Dylan

Mrs. Robinson

2006-05-06T13:11:00.001+05:30

Simon and Garfunkel--Mrs. Robinson

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here’ to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakesI
t’s a little secret, just the Robinson’s affair
Most of all you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo coo ca choo, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
(Wo wo wo)
God bless you, please Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates’ depate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Ev’ry way you look at it you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
(Woo woo woo)
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
‘Joltin Joe’ has left and gone away?
(Hey hey hey – hey hey hey)

I Say A Little Prayer

2006-05-06T13:11:00.000+05:30

My Best Friend's Wedding
I Say A Little Prayer - Diana King

From the moment I wake up
Before I put on my makeup
I say a little prayer for you..
While combing my hair now
And wond'ring what dress to wear now
I say a little prayer for you...

Chorus:
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart, and I'll love you
Forever, and ever, we never will part, and I will love you
Together, forever, that's how it should be
Living without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me...

I run for the bus dear, while riding I think of us dear,
I say a lil prayer for you
At work I just take time, and all through my coffee break time
I say a lil prayer for you...

Chorus
My darling believe me
For me there is no one but you
Say you love me too...

Music

2006-05-06T00:35:00.000+05:30

From today on, I shall post lyrics of a few songs that I like. 'Songs that remind me of the good times, songs that remind me of the best times'
Just wanted to add them to my collection in a way. Everytime I read these lyrics.... I sorts of live the song again. I begin with George Micheal, Careless whispers, from his WHAM dayz!

Careless Whisper- George Michael
I feel so unsure as I take your hand an lead you to the dance floor.
As the music dies something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and you're its sad goodbye.
I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you.

Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind.
There's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find.
I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm. . .

Never without your love.
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd.
Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say.
We could have been so good together

We could have lived this dance forever

But now who's gonna dance with me? - Please stay.
And I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm. . .

No dance
no dance
no dance
you're gone - no dance
you're gone.

This matter is so wrong
so wrong
that you had lo leave me alone.

Me Again!

2006-05-01T17:02:00.000+05:30

Was listening to a radio show last evening... on the long forgotten AIR FM...
A show called 'Hits & Memories'... some female was presenting the show... I tried hard to catch her name every time she said it.. but all I could hear was some kind of a mumble-jumble... any ways.... I guess thats how her name is supposed to be pronounced or maybe something was seroiusly wrong with her fake english accent. I know people find it difficult to pronounce MY name and I do not know why... its like Hello!... at least give it a shot once.... maybe you will be wrong but then there are chances of you being correct too... people just do not give it a try... hehehe! I just adore those who smile and say... "hey, I know its difficult, so do one thing and let us know how it is supposed to sound"... or even better... "sounds nice when you say it, but I like it better this way so im gonna call you this...."

Oh no! I keep wandering off the topic na! Ya, so I was talking about this show I was listening to yesterday... the presenter had this amazing line up of songs that I sort of grew up listening to...songs that we used to hum along while in the painting class in school...eating our drawing teachers' brains, songs that we had by-heart so as to be able to sing out loud during the lunch hour... or just to impress our western music teacher....and get an entry into the school choir, songs that I would listen to when I was down and outwhen nothing but music would help...times when the only thing that was there to worry about was exams and friends!

She had on her list, songs by Queen, Wham, Billy Joel, Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers, Tracy Chapman, SADE, Carl Douglas and the likes...so the first thing that I did as soon as I could access the internet was to lay my hands on the lyrics of these songs and then mail them to my school friends. The idea is to get them to remember the good old days...the days long gone... the ones that we will cherish all our lives...

Looks like im in a pensive mood again...in a dire need of a heavy dose of ummm....hmmmm...something!
These are just a few of the songs that make me feel like its school time again...those carefree years and those teachers I miss and who remember me even if I get to meet them once in 4 years. I do not want to get into the 'I miss School zone' simply because I miss school....

I think its just music... music does that to me! nothing is better than my favourite music and a cup of coffee on the terrace at 12 at night...things are looking up....the stars are the only ones looking down!

Times!

2006-03-30T18:37:00.000+05:30

There is a friend of mine... kid at heart but gem of a guy! Always makes me smile, (U knw who u are) an amazing musician, another Andrew Lloyd Webber in the making, or maybe even better...
These are a few lines written by him a long time back....

One Numb Frame

Tomorrow I will be another man
Tomorrow there will be no plan
Tomorrow I have a thing to do
Tomorrow I can't go on

Do I have the anosmia?
Do I take the sight into the picture?
Do I always judge a book by it's cover?

The smell of the fresh flowers don't reach my senses anymore
I have gone dead, I have lost all my sense
I've got nothing left, I have only one numb frame

It's there, always, ringing in my ears
killing me from the inside

I can't go on, I will give it all up
I will die, my mind's engulfed with fright

Beauty remains a mystery
And always will be, it seems to me
How long will I be shallow?
How long will I be weak?

Everything is giving away,
Is this the end then?
All is going blank and fading away
I am on my own now it seems

All that I built has gone down
All that I ever dreamt of has left my town
The journey to absolute zero has begun

I can't get up now
Can't get the strength.

I have not taken the permission of this sweet friend of mine while picking up these lines of his, but them I am sure he will not mind, these lines of his mean a lot to me too... dilemma... confusion... I hav faced it all... but then they dont just say 'Every darl cloud has a silver lining' for nothing do they? These lines may have different meanings for different people... would be glad to get a few comments and views on them...

Thanx to HIM! thanx to all!

*bows*
*imagines music playing in the background*
*smiles*
*gets back to work*

love all

Me: the eternel daydreamer...

2006-03-15T23:43:00.000+05:30

Your French name is~Ciel~which means 'sky'.You are a day dreamer. You sit and stare at the
clouds, wishing that you could be somewhere
else. You love to imagine what life could be
like if you were someone else, somewhere
else. You are curious and sometimes
inattentive.

What is your French name?
brought to you by

SMILE

2006-03-15T23:37:00.000+05:30

You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely
devoted to others,especially that one
person.You really can't get them out of your
head,but then,you don't really want to.

What Kind of Smile are You?
brought to you by

My Mood Ring!!

2006-03-15T23:35:00.000+05:30

Your Mood Ring is Light Purple

CleverWittySharp

Mood Ring Generator

I

2006-03-15T23:03:00.000+05:30

This poem was nominated for the best poem of 2005, written by an African kid.........amazing thought!!! just had to post a copy here

When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,
When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black

..And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,
When you go in Sun, you Red,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green,
And when you die, you Gray..

And you calling me Colored ??

Love

2006-02-01T14:47:00.000+05:30

He met her at a party.

She was so outstanding, many guys chasing after her,while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him.

At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised but due to being polite, she promised.

They sat in a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, and she thought to herself, "Please, let me go home..."

Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.

She asked him curiously, "Why you have this hobby?"

He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of mychildhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss myparents who are still living there."

While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tellout his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has responsibility of home...
Then she also started to speak, spoke abouther faraway hometown, her childhood, her family.

That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story.
They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful.
He was such a good person but she had almost missed him!
Thanks to his salty coffee!
Then the story was just like every beautiful love story, the princess married the prince, and then they were living a happy life... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.

After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said,
"My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life's lie. This was the only lie I said to you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything... Now I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth, I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste...But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, still want to know you and have you for my whole life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again."

Her tears made the letter totally wet.

Someday, someone asked her, "What's the taste of salty coffee?" She replied, "It's sweet"...

Love is not to forget but to forgive,
not to see but understand,
not to hear but to listen,
not to let go but to hold on to eternity

You are special!!

2006-01-30T15:46:00.000+05:30

A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $ 500/-note.

In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this 500 note?"

Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this note to one of you but first let me do this.

He proceeded to crumple the note up.

He then asked "Who still wants it?". Still the hands were up in the air.

Well," he replied, What if I do this?".
And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now all crumpled and dirty.

Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.

My friends, you have all learned a very valuable lesson, he says.

Nomatter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value.

Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that can come our way We feel as though we are worthless.
But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value.
You are special - Don't ever forget it.

MORAL of the Story :"Never let yesterday's disappointments overshadow tomorrow's dreams" "We are what we believe we are"

Stray Thoughts!!!

2006-01-27T12:53:00.000+05:30

You know this feeling, that creeps in you... the feeling that it has been a long time you have not given time to yourself!!! people get so busy sometimes in doing what everyone thinks is the right theing to do... that they themselves forget why they started in the first place...

Then there are friends, friends who are there for you through thick and thin... for god times and bad!!! but sometimes i am forced to wonder if they really are there... not judging anyone here.. but then an advertisement i sawt nite, forces me to think beyond what we see... the advertisement says that in order to live life to the fullest.. one has to reach out... but the best part is that they did not limit the viewers' imagination to anything specific... so here i am reaching out.... but, no one is there to hold my hand... some one...hello!!! anybdy there....

no answer... its not that I do not have friends... its just dat I am now forced to question the whole concept of friendship... coz i was not handed a rulebook or a code of conduct when i set out to look for some FRIENDS....

people keep talking about their Best BUDDIES! being together for ages... far from each other, still inseparable... I do no know what to say.. guess I was just not as blessed as all the others... coz when i look back over the years... i see myself alone... troubles come and go.. all I see wid me is my shadow!!! its been there since i came in the world... being in mom's womb... then a part a mom's shadow for a while.. the dad's.. till junior school... but the I see this shadow finally taking shape, of ME!! as a separate identity .. but still ALONE!!!

but then why fret i say to myself... i can do widout frnz... well after all as Ma says we did come alone in this world and will go alone... all that comes and goes wid us is our Shadow... i respect my shadow... u knw why?? its the most ignored part of the body....I call it a part of my body coz no one can separate their shadow from their self... except perhaps Peter Pan, and I am surely no Pater Pan!!! We all need to reaspect our shadows... its our reflection, what we really are... It some times leads the way and sometims falls behimd us... sometimes right beside us, and other times within us... giving us courage to go on... when in doubt.

Funny though it may sound, but everyday i make it a point to look at my shadow atleast once a day!! its really important to do so... we can never see our soul..but try lookin at your shadow... it will definitely tell u what ur soul looks like...

this is for all those who say they have best frnz... and also for those who do not have any or have lost them.. congrats people, now u can add another name to ur list... as I have... still have to come up with a name though for my BEST FRIEND...

Love, Pragnya

hello!!!

2006-01-25T13:13:00.000+05:30

so.. looks like i survived the exams!!! and they went ok...
not that im sure of coming out wid flying colours but then im positive dat ill pass wid gud marks!!!

so, my senior has left officially now!! called me yesterday and told me he wud not be coming back... so now its official dat i am the one who will get road-rollered every time the boss is in a sour mood!! but u know i have a bad habit of getting over such problems quickly.. wish me luck...

Today is just like another beautiful day of January... cool breeze... warm sunshine!! and happy people all around.. no reason at all why someone should be all sad and low!!! but then there are those who have a lot to think about... even they wanna enjoy the lovely January day... but all is not besutiful this side of town... situations can be mean and menacing sometimes.. and then u realize that even 24 hours are not enough to do the things dat u wantede to do... or for that matter think enough so as to come to a logical conclusion.....

but then there comes a ray of hope... a mail.. a call.. someone special, who is always there to put a smile on your face, would love to listen to you all day... even if all you say is just one thing over and over again....

I am waiting for my ray of hope...and hope to bring back the smile that i think i lost somewhere... last night!!

Pragnya

Feelings!!!

2006-01-23T19:06:00.000+05:30

Something inside my heart says,
Let me come out.
Please do me this favor,
I’m feeling left out.

Why do u nurse me night and day,
When u know that I’m so stray?
Why do I find that with all your heart?
U care for me and my brothers;

While just to care about my kin in their heart
,Is the nature of some others?
Why do I find that just for me?
Your heart weeps like lime;

While the other person who made me cry is having a wonderful time.
I taught u love,
I taught u hate.
But the consequences are all your fate.

I taught u laugh,
I taught u cry,
And without me,
u'd be all dry.

When u were little,
I taught u life,
U didn't even know I existed;

But remember this dear old friend,
That none of this is listed.
So I beg of u,
my heart and soul;

Never leave me apart,
But don't care for me so much,
That u lose your heart.
I’m a major part of you;

my ways are soothing and healing;
And if u still don't recognize me,
Dear I’m your "FEELING"!

A Winter Forecast..

2005-12-28T13:43:00.000+05:30

It was October, and the Native Americans on a remote reservation asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

But being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?""It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?""Yes," the man at the National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter."The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.

Two weeks later he called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?""Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever."

"How can you be so sure?" the chief asked. The weatherman replied, "People are collecting firewood like crazy."

Some words that I loved sharing!!!

2005-12-23T14:50:00.000+05:30

"And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store."Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"

-- Dr. Seuss, How The Grinch Stole Christmas

"'Business!' cried the Ghost, wringing his hands again. 'Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!'"
- Jacob Marley

"I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me.I will not shut out the lessons that they teach."
- Ebenezer Scrooge

Christmas!!!

2005-12-23T14:11:00.000+05:30

Have long been associated with a feeling that a jolly old man... with a long white beard... goes on distributing gifts on Christmas Eve...
But the point is...He has never come home.... never left me a gift...
He loved coming to school, maybe coz there were loads of kids there... and everyone knows that he adores kids....

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,

Lean your ear this way!

Don't you tell a single soul

What I'm going to say;

Christmas Eve is coming soon;

Now, you dear old man,

Whisper what you'll bring to me;

Tell me if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve,

When I'm fast asleep,

Down the chimney broad and black,

With your pack you'll creep;

All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row;

Mine will be the shortest one,

You'll be sure to know.

Long time have not seen the old man...

hoping that he comes this year... coz the holiday spirit has got me good this time!!!

Dear Santa... im still the child I used to be... come down the chimney, cookies waiting for you,

stockings hung, tree bedecked...

Santa love u so....

Pragnya

Merry Christmas to all!!!

And to all a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Christmas!!!

2005-12-23T13:56:00.000+05:30

Must Be Santa!!!

2005-12-23T13:52:00.000+05:30

Must Be Santa
Who's got a beard that's long and white?
Santa's got a beard that's long and white.

Who comes around on a special night?
Santa comes around on a special night.

Special night, beard that's white,

Must be Santa must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus.

Who wears boots and a suit of red?
Santa wears boots and a suit of red.

Who wears a long cap on his head?
Santa wears a long cap on his head.
Cap on head, suit that's red,

Special night, beard that's white,

Must be Santa must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus.

Who's got a big red cherry nose?
Santa's got a big red cherry nose.

Who laughs this way: HO HO HO?
Santa laughs this way: HO HO HO!

HO HO HO, cherry nose,
Cap on head, suit that's red,

Special night, beard that's white,

Must be Santa must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus.

Who very soon will come our way?
Santa very soon will come our way.

Eight little reindeer pull his sleigh,
Santa's little reindeer pull his sleigh.

Reindeer sleigh, come our way,
HO HO HO, cherry nose,

Cap on head, suit that's red,
Special night, beard that's white,

Must be Santa, must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus.

Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen.

Reindeer sleigh, come our way,

HO HO HO, cherry nose,

Cap on head, suit that's red,

Special night, beard that's white,

Must be Santa, must be Santa,
Must be Santa, Santa Claus!

Freaking Stories!!!

2005-12-22T12:21:00.000+05:30

Nothing original... a strange and disturbing list of true stories that one of my friends sent to me... Just wanted to share it with people...

1. The air hostess, as she passed along the aisle of the plane on the trans atlantic flight from Amsterdam to New York,
She noticed that the baby, nestled between the couple who were asleep, didn't look very well, in fact he looked extremely ill.
Not wanting to disturb anyone she gently lifted up the baby and took it back to her station.
Feeling the baby's forehead, she found it was cold and with a sudden panic she realized that the infant was dead.
Calling upon a doctor she knew to be on board, he examined the baby and confirmed that, not only was it dead, but it was embalmed.
The child's body had been hollowed out and it was full of the drugs that the couple was trying to smuggle into the States.

2. A woman living in the city was visiting some friends in Ogden.
When she got into her car in front of this friend's house, she noticed that a car started up right behind her car.
It was about 2:00 in the morning, and there weren't any other cars on the road.
After she had driven to the highway, she began to think that this car was following her.
Some of the time he would drive up real close to her car, but he wouldn't everpass.
She was really scared to death and kept speeding to try to get away from him.
When she got to Salt Lake, she started running stop lights to get away from him, but he would run right through them too.
So when she got to her driveway she pulled in really fast,andthis guy pulled in right behind her. She just laid on the horn, and herhusband came running out.
Just then,the guy jumped out of the car, and her husband ran over and said, 'What the hell's going' on here?"
So he grabbed the guy, and his wife said, "This man's followed me all the way from Ogden."
The man said, 'I followed your wife because I was going to work, and as I got into my car, I noticed when I turned my lights on, a man's head bob down in her back seat."
So the husband went over to her back-seat, opened the door, and there was a deranged man sitting on the floor with a knife in his hand.

3. In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry.
At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd.
The two started to talk.
The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope?
Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed.
But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane.
She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale.
And what was in the envelope?
A note saying 'This is the last one I am sending you today."

4. Two roommates remain at their deserted college dormitory over a holiday break.
One of the girls goes out on a date that evening, and the other one turns in and goes to bed before her roommate returns.
Later that night the sleeping girl is awakened by gurgling and scratching noises coming from outside the hallway door.
Frightened, she locks the door and cowers inside the room until morning.
When the girl finally opens the door and ventures outside, she discovers the bloody corpse of her roommate in the hallway.
The murdered girl's throat had been slit, and she had bled to death in the hallway while clawing at the door.

2005-12-21T12:29:00.000+05:30

Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this", or "Why did God have to do this to me".

Here is a wonderful explanation!
A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong...she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.

Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake.""Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her daughter. "How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!" "Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!" To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake! God works the same way."Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and difficult times.But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!

I hope your day is a "piece of cake!"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance..............

love and roses...

Pragnya

im back...

2005-12-20T16:05:00.000+05:30

Has been a long time that I have not written here...seems like years....
The month has not been that good either... but I still am glad coz I still am here... ;-)
The month has been eventful... the best part is dat im Single again...
Wow... never thought that i would say that ever again..

The best or the worst part is ...My senior is planning to leave the job...so all the work would fall on me..
God knows what will happen... but it only wastes you to worry about what you have not seen as yet...
The cherry on the cake is that I have my exams also next month... on the 8th of Jan and then on the 22nd .... So hope that I have all the best wishes of all those who read my post...

Thanx in advance...

Awaiting comments...

Love and roses...
Pragnya

Dost!!!

2005-11-26T02:35:00.000+05:30

Hello There Nice Person
Did Anyone Ever Tell You,
Just How Special You Are
The Light that You Emit
Might even Light a Star

Did Anyone Ever Tell You
How Important You Make Others Feel
Somebody out here is Smiling
About Love that is so Real

Did Anyone Ever Tell You that
Many Times When They were Sad
Your E-mail made Them Smile a bit
In Fact It made Them Glad

For the Time You Spend Sending Things
And Sharing whatever You Find
There are No Words to Thank You
But Somebody, Thinks You're Fine

Did Anyone Ever Tell You
Just How Much They Like You
Well, My Dearest Friend
Today I am Telling You

I'm glad we are friends!!!

Why Women Cry

2005-11-26T02:21:00.000+05:30

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?" "All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside ! him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

2005-11-22T06:17:00.000+05:30

A friend of mine forwarded this to me....
Its a speech given by the President of India at Hyderabad's Police training academy...
I think every Indian should read this....

"I have three visions for India. In 3000 Years of our history, people from all over the world have come and invaded us, captured our lands, conquered our minds.
From Alexander onwards. The Greeks, the Turks, the Moguls, the Portuguese, the British, the French, the Dutch, all of them came and looted us, took over what was ours.
Yet we have not done this to any other nation.
We have not conquered anyone. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, and their history and tried to enforce our way of life on them.
Why? Because we respect the freedom of others.
That is why my first vision is that of FREEDOM. I believe that India got its first vision of this in 1857, when we started the war of independence.
It is this freedom that we must protect and nurture and build on.
If we are not free, no one will respect us.
My second vision for India is DEVELOPMENT. For fifty years we have been a developing nation. It is time we see ourselves as a developed nation.
We are among top 5 nations of the world in terms of GDP. We have 10 percent growth rate in most areas. Our poverty levels are falling. Our achievements are being globally recognized today.
Yet we lack the self-confidence to see ourselves as a developed nation,
self- reliant and self-assured. Isn't this incorrect?
I have a third vision. India must stand up to the world. Because I believe that, unless India stands up to the world, no one will respect us.
Only STRENGTH respects strength.
We must be strong not only as a military power but also as an economic power.
Both must go hand-in-hand. My good fortune was to have worked with three great minds. Dr. Vikram Sarabhai of the Dept of space, Professor Satish Dhawan,
who succeeded him and Dr Brahm Prakash, father of nuclear material.
I was lucky to have worked with all three of them closely and consider this the great opportunity of my life.
I see four milestones in my career: Twenty years I spent in ISRO. I was given the opportunity to be the project director for India's first satellite launch vehicle, SLV3. The one that launched Rohini. These years played a very important role in my life of Scientist.
After my ISRO years, I joined DRDO and got a chance to be the part of India's guided missile program. It was my second bliss when Agni met its mission requirements in 1994. The Dept of Atomic Energy and DRDO had this tremendous partnership in the recent nuclear tests, on May 11 and 13.
This was the third bliss.
The joy of participating with my team in these nuclear tests and proving to the world that India can make it, that we are no longer a developing nation but one of them. It made me feel very proud as an Indian. The fact that We have now developed for Agni a re-entry structure, for which we have developed this new material. A very light material called carbon-carbon.
One day an orthopedic surgeon from Nizam Institute of Medical Sciences visited my laboratory. He lifted the material and found it so light that he took me to his hospital and showed me his patients. There were these Little girls and boys with heavy metallic calipers weighing over three Kg.
each, dragging their feet around.
He said to me: Please remove the pain of my patients.
In three weeks, we made these Floor reaction Orthosis 300-gram calipers and took them to the orthopedic center. The children didn't believe their eyes. From dragging around a three kg. load on their legs, they could Now move around. Their parents had tears in their eyes.
That was my fourth bliss!
Why is the media here so negative?
Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them.
Why?
We are the first in milk production.
We are number one in Remote sensing satellites.
We are the second largest producer of wheat.
We are the second largest producer of rice.
Look at Dr Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a
self-sustaining, self-driving unit.
There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.
I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place.
The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary.
It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.
In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE?
Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things?
We want foreign TVs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology.
Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance?
I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied:
I want to live in a developed India.
For her, you and I will have to build this developed India You must proclaim.
India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation.
Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.
Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.
YOU say that our government is inefficient.
YOU say that our laws are too old.
YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage.
YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination.
YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits.
YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?
Take a person on his way to Singapore. Give him a name-YOURS.
Give him a face - YOURS.
YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best.
In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores.
YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx Rs 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM.
YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity.
In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?
YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai.
YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah.
YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in
London at 10 pounds (Rs 650) a month to, "see to it that my STD and ISD
calls are billed to someone else."
YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and
then tell the traffic cop, "Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I
am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost."
YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the
garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand.
Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo?
Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in Boston???
We are still talking of the same YOU.
YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries
but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the
road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and
appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same
here in India?
Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay,
Mr. Tinaikar, had a point to make. "Rich people's dogs are walked on the
streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place," he said.
"And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the
authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect
the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the
pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up
after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan.
Will the Indian citizen do that here?" He's right.
We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all
responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the
government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally
negative.
We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking
garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray
piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide
clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.
We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and
toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.
This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service
to the public.
When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry,
girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and
continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? "It's the whole system
which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons'
rights
to a dowry." So who's going to change the system? What does a system
consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other
households, other cities, other communities and the government. But
definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive
contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a
safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a
Mr Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of
his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded
by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their
system.
When New York becomes insecure we run to England. When England experiences
unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war
struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government.
Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of
feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.
Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great
deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing
J F Kennedy's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians????
"ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE
TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY"
Lets do what India needs from us.
Forward this mail to each Indian for a change instead of sending Jokes or junk mails.
Thank you,

Dr Abdul Kalaam
(PRESIDENT OF INDIA)

Some things that make you go hmmm....

2005-11-17T16:31:00.000+05:30

1. Why do we park in driveways and drive on parkways?

2. Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?

3. Can I yell "movie" in a crowded firehouse?

4. Can you be a closet claustrophobic?

5. How do a fool and his money GET together?

6. Why does Hawaii have interstate highways?

7. How is it that a building burns up as it burns down?

8. If a train station is where the train stops, what is a workstation?

9. If nothing ever sticks to Teflon, how do they make Teflon stick to the pan?

10. If the pen is mightier than the sword, and a picture is worth a thousand words, how dangerous is a fax?

11. If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain silent?

12. What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?

13. What was the best thing before sliced bread?

14. Why do banks charge you a "non-sufficient funds" fee on money they already know you don't have?

15. Why do they put Braille on the drive through bank machines?

16. If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?

17. If you get cheated by the Better Business Bureau, who do you complain to?

18. What are Preparation A through Preparation G?

19. In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?

20. Did Washington flash a quarter when asked for ID?

21. How come there aren't B batteries?

22. If the post office has machines that can sort snail mail at 1000's of times per minute, then
why do they give it to a little old man on a bike to deliver?

23. How do "Do not walk on the grass" signs get there?

24. Why do black olives come in cans and green olives come in jars?

25. Before they invented drawing boards, what did they go back to?

26. How is it possible to have a civil war?

27. If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?

28. If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

29. If the #2 pencil is so popular, why is it still #2?

30. Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?

31. If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet?

32. Crime doesn't pay...does that mean that my job is a crime?

33. How do they get the deer to cross at that yellow road sign?

34. How do you know that honesty is the best policy until you have tried some of the others?

35. How do you throw away a garbage can?

36. How does a thermos know if the drink should be hot or cold?

37. How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work in the mornings?

38. Do you realize how many holes there could be if people would just take the time to take the dirt out of them?

39. If a word in the dictionary were misspelled, how would we know?
40. If you're in a vehicle going the speed of light, what happens when you turn on the headlights?

41. What happens to an 18 hour bra after 18 hours?

42. Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

43. Why do hot dogs come 10 to a package and hot dog buns only 8?

44. Why do tourists go to the tops of tall buildings and then put money into telescopes so they can see things on the ground close-up?

45. Why is it that bullets ricochet off of Superman's chest, but he ducks when the gun is thrown at him?

46. Why is it that night falls but day breaks?

47. Why is it that you must wait until night to call it a day?

48. What if the Hokey Pokey IS what its all about?

49. When your pet bird sees you reading the newspaper, does he wonder why you're just sitting there, staring at carpeting?

50. What happened to the first 6 "ups"?

Comments plz...

Right to Information Act 2005

2005-11-15T13:15:00.000+05:30

Last time I gave a competitive exam, and lost on an answer about the Right to Information in India... so here is some informaion on it for those like me!!! Waise Newspapers Help... ;-)

With the passage of the Right to Information Bill 2005 by the Rajya Sabha on May 12, 2005 India is now one of the 55 countries, which have legislated comprehensive laws that protect the citizens' right to information. Nine States namely, Delhi, Maharashtra, Tamil Nadu, Rajasthan, Karnataka, Jammu & Kashmir, Assam, Goa, and Madhya Pradesh already have laws on the right to information to show their commitment for building a dynamic and prosperous society by involving the people in governance and decision making process. The Supreme Court of India has, from time to time, interpreted Article 19, which upholds the right to freedom of speech and expression, to implicitly include the right to receive and impart information. There had been relentless efforts and mass mobilization in favour of a comprehensive Central Act providing access to information regimes.
The new legislation is a radical improvement on the relatively weak and ineffective statute it seeks to replace, the Freedom of Information Act, 2002. The new legislation unequivocally confers on all citizens the right to access information and, correspondingly, makes the dissemination of such information an obligation for all public authorities. It is an Act, which provides for setting out the practical regime of right to information for citizens to secure access to information under the control of public authorities, in order to promote transparency and accountability in the working of every public authority, the constitution of a Central Information Commission and State Information Commissions and for matters connected therewith or incidental thereto.
An outstanding feature of the Bill is the provision for Information Commissions - independent high level bodies at both the Central and State levels that are dedicated to encouraging the citizen's right to know and enforcing the provisions of the Act. By empowering these Commissions to act as appellate authorities and by vesting them with the powers of a civil court, these bodies have been given the teeth to discourage public authorities from refusing to part with information. The provisions of the Act require authorities to respond to queries in as little as 48 hours, if it is a matter of life and liberty. This will undoubtedly prompt accountability and transparency to climb up several notches, especially as the Act promises hefty fines and disciplinary action against erring officials.

Comments appreciated...

Pisceans Rule!!!

SHIT!!!

2005-11-15T12:21:00.000+05:30

Early morning when u get up... u wish that u shit well... but sometimes things happen that u cannot control... ;-)

Sometimes when shit happens, you want to be able to articulate the experience more than just you've, taken a shit. Here are some shit definitions to help you explain the situation better to your friends and family...

Ghost Shit
You know you've shit. There's shit on the toilet paper, but no shit in the bowl.

Teflon Coated Shit
Comes out so slick, clean and easy that you don't feel it. No traces of shit on the toilet paper, you have to look in the bowl to be sure you did it!

Gooey Shit
This has the consistency of hot tar. You wipe your ass 12 times and it still doesn't come clean. You end up putting toilet paper in your underwear so you don't stain it. This shit leaves permanent skid marks in the toilet.

Second Thought Shit
You're all done wiping your ass and you're about to stand up when you realize it.....you've got some more.

Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Shit
This kind is the kind of shit that killed Elvis. It doesn't come until you're all sweaty, trembling and purple from straining so hard.

Bali Belly Shit
You shit so much you lose 5 kilos.

Right Now Shit
You better be within 10 seconds of a toilet. Usually it has its head out before you get your pants down.

King Kong or Commode Choker Shit
This shit is so big that you know it won't go down the toilet unless you break it into smaller chunks. A coat hanger works well. This kind of shit usually happens at someone else's house.

Wet Cheeks Shit
This shit hits the water sideways and makes a BIG splash that gets your ass wet.

Wish Shit
You sit there all cramped up and fart a few times, but no shit!

Cement Block or Oh God Shit
You wish you'd gotten a spinal block before you shit.

Snake Shit
This shit is fairly soft and about as big around as your thumb and at least three feet long.

Cork Shit (Also Known as Floater Shit)
Even after the third flush, it's still floating in there. My god! How do I get rid of it? This shit usually happens at someone else's house.

Mexican Food Shit (also called Screamers)
You'll know it's alright to eat again when your asshole stops burning.

Beer Drunk Shit
This happens the day after the night before. Normally your shit doesn't smell too bad, but this shit is BAD. Usually there's somebody standing outside to use the bathroom. This kind of shit also usually happens at someone else's house.

The Frightened Turtle
The kind of shit that just pokes its head out then quickly goes back in

The Bungee Shit
The kind of shit that just hangs off your ass before it falls into the water.

The Ring of Fire Shit
The kind of shit where you eat really spicy food and your asshole feels like the inside of a cigarette lighter.

The Crippler
The kind of shit where you have to sit on the toilet so long your legs go numb from the waist down.

The Big Bobber
The kind of shit that no matter how many times you flush it always floats back to the surface.

The Shitty Shitty Bang Bang
The kind of shit that hits you when you're trapped in your car in a traffic jam.

The Incredible Hulk Shit
The king of shit that sits in the toilet overnight and mysteriously expands to twice it's normal size.

The Jack the Ripper Shit
The kind of shit that yanks out the hair of your ass as it pushes its way out.

The Party Pooper
The giant shit you take at a party. And when you flush the toilet, you watch in horror as the water starts to rise.

The Toxic Gas Shit
The kind of shit that makes you pass out and fall of the toilet before you finish, and then you wake up in some strange South American town.

Dirty Bowl Shit
The kind of shit that comes out in a million pieces a second, reminiscent of an avalanche - but with rocket propulsion, and splatters all over the toilet bowl.

The Windy City Shit
When you sit down, and fart for so long and hard that you no longer need to take a shit.

Oh Shit! Shit
You shit so much and wipe your ass so furiously you run out of toilet paper and you say OH SHIT!

The Never Ending Shit
It's the shit that keeps running out of your ass like pea, and just when you start wiping your ass your stomach gargles and splash, more shit runs out. This always happens after eating at Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Ouch That Hurt Shit
The type of shit that leaves you feeling like you just hoped onto a bicycle without a seat. Sensation usually lasts hours.

Hahahaha...

Pisceans Rule!!!

Naming Tropical Storms and Hurricanes

2005-11-14T20:00:00.000+05:30

This is what I came to know about how the hurricanes and tropical storms are named...
To tell the truth, I have no personal interest in them... it was Meenakshi didi who got me all interested in them... THANx!!! ;-) It sure was enlightening (pun intended)

Since a hurricane can last for a week or more, and there can be more than one storm at a time, weather forecasters give each storm a name so there is no confusion when talking about a particular storm. Each year, the first tropical storm of the season is given a name that starts with A; the second storm is given a name that starts with a B, and so on. Women's and men's names are alternated. The name lists are made up by meteorologists at the World Meteorological Organization.
There are different name lists for Atlantic and eastern Pacific tropical storms. Storms are named as soon as the winds are 39 mph or more. The names of very destructive storms (like Andrew, Camille, and Hugo) are retired (they are never used again).
Until late in the 1940s, hurricanes were not officially named (hurricane forecasting was then in its infancy). Only the most severe hurricanes were given names, and they were often named for the place they did the most damage (like the Galveston Hurricane of 1900) or the time they hit (like the Labor Day Hurricane of 1935). US meteorologists working in the Pacific Ocean began naming tropical cyclones during World War 2, when they often had to track multiple storms. They gave each storm a name in order to distinguish the cyclones more quickly than listing their positions. The first US named hurricane (unofficially named) was George, which hit in 1947. The next one given a name was Hurricane Bess (named for the First Lady of the USA, Bess Truman, in 1949). Various naming conventions were used until the use of women's names was adopted in 1953; the names used that year were: Alice, Barbara, Carol, Dolly, Edna, Florence, Gilda, Hazel, Irene, Jill, Katherine, Lucy, Mabel, Norma, Orpha, Patsy, Queen, Rachel, Susie, Tina, Una, Vicky, and Wallis.
Between 1953 and 1979, only women's names were used to name tropical storms. Since 1979, men's and women's names are alternated as names.

Hurricane Center May Run Out of Names
Before the 2005 hurricane season is done, you might read about Hurricane Alpha.
Each year, 21 common names are reserved for Atlantic Basin hurricanes, with the list arranged alphabetically and skipping certain letters. Rita is the 17th named storm in the Atlantic Basin this year. There are only four left.
So what will officials do after tropical storm Wilma develops, assuming it does?
"We go to the Greek alphabet," said Frank Lepore, spokesman for the National Hurricane Center.
This gives the World Meteorological Organization (WMO), the United Nations agency responsible for choosing hurricane names, 24 more names to work with, from Alpha to Omega, and including such names as Omicron and Upsilon.
Could happen
This season started out as the busiest ever, with 4 named storms by July 5. It never really let up.
"The August update to Atlantic hurricane season outlook called for 18 to 21, so I would hope it doesn't go any higher than that, but it's a possibility," Lepore said.
The naming of Hurricanes has a long and interesting history. For many centuries, hurricanes in the West Indies were named after particular Catholic saint's days on which they occurred. Hurricane "San Felipe" struck Puerto Rico on September 13, 1876. When another hurricane struck Puerto Rico on the same day more than fifty years later, it was christianed "San Felipe the second."
Later, latitude-longitude positions were used, but this method quickly proved cumbersome.
Military weather forecasters began giving women's names to significant storms during WWII, then in 1950 the WMO agreed to an alphabetical naming system, using the military's radio code. The first named Atlantic hurricane was Able in 1950.
Name change
Officials soon realized the naming convention would cause problems in the history books if more than one powerful Hurricane Able made landfall. So, in 1953 the organization adopted a rotating series of women's names, planning to retire names of significant storms.
Feminists urged the WMO to add men's names, which was done in 1979. The boy-girl-boy-girl naming convention evolved to include French and Spanish names in the Atlantic system, reflecting the languages of the nations affected by Caribbean hurricanes.
The twenty-one names reserved each year (the letters q, u, x, y and z are not used) are recycled every six years, minus those retired (such as Hugo and Andrew and, you can bet, Katrina). When a name is retired, the WMO chooses a new name to replace it.The year with the most documented tropical storms was 1933, when there were 21 in the Atlantic Basin, but this was before hurricanes were routinely named. Activity is known to wax and wane in cycles that last decades. But some studies have suggested that global warming may be causing increases in hurricane intensity and frequency. Many scientists are skeptical.

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One Night @ the call center

2005-11-12T13:47:00.000+05:30

Prologue

The night train ride from Kanpur to Delhi was the most memorable journey of my life. For one, it gave me my second book. And two, it is not everyday you sit in an empty compartment and a young, pretty girl walks in.Yes, you see it in the movies, you hear about it from friends' friends but it never happens to you. When I was younger, I used to check the reservation chart stuck outside a train bogie to see all the female passengers near my seat (F-17 to F-25 is what I'd look for most). Yet, it never happened. In most cases, I shared my compartment with talkative women, snoring men and wailing infants. But this night was different. Firstly, my compartment was empty. The railways had just started this new summer train and nobody knew about it. Secondly, I was unable to sleep.I had come to IIT Kanpur for a talk. Before leaving, I drank four cups of coffee in the canteen chatting with the students. Bad idea, given it was going to be boring to spend eight insomniac hours in an empty compartment. I had no magazines or books to read. I could hardly see anything out of the window in the darkness. I prepared myself for a silent and dull night. Of course, it was anything but that.She walked in five minutes after the train had left the station. She opened the curtains of my enclosure and looked puzzled."Is coach A4, seat 63 here?” she said.The yellow lightbulb in my compartment had a mood of its own. It flickered as I looked up to see her."Huh..,” I said as I saw her face. It was difficult to withdraw from the gaze of her eyes. "Actually it is. My seat is right in front of you,” she said and heaved her heavy suitcase on the upper berth . She sat down on the lower berth opposite to me, and gave out a sigh of relief."I climbed on the wrong coach. Luckily this train is connected,” she said, adjusting her long hair that ended in countless ringlets. From the corner of my eye I tried to see her. She was young, maybe early to mid twenties. Her waist length hair had a life of its own, a strand falling on her forehead repeatedly. I could not see her face closely, but I could tell one thing - she was pretty. And her eyes - once you looked into them, you could not turn away. I kept my gaze down.She re-arranged stuff in her handbag. I tried to look out of the window. It was completely dark."So, pretty empty train,” she said after ten minutes."Yes, I said. It is the new holiday special. They just started it, without telling people about it.”"No wonder. Otherwise, trains are always full at this time.”"It will get full. Don't worry. Just give it a few days,” I said and leaned forward, " Hi. I am Chetan by the way, Chetan Bhagat.”"Hi,” she said and looked at me for a few seconds, "Chetan as in...I don't know, your name sounds familiar."Now this was cool. It meant she had heard of my first book. I am recognized rarely. And of course, it had never happened with a girl on a night train."You might have heard of my book - Five Point Someone. I am the author,” I said."Oh yes,” she said and paused, "Oh yes, of course. I have read your book. The three underperformers and the prof's daughter one, right?” she said."Yes,” I said, "So how did you like it?""It was all right,” she said.I was taken aback. Man, I could have done with a little more of a compliment here."Just all right?” I said, obviously fishing a bit too hard."Well,” she said and paused."Well what?” I said after ten seconds."Well. Yeah, just all right...ok ok types,” she said.I kept quiet. She noticed my facial expression of mild disappointment."Anyway, nice to meet you Chetan. Where are you coming from? IIT Kanpur?""Yes,” I said, my voice less friendly than a few moments ago, "I gave a talk there.”"Oh really? About what?""About my book - you know the just ok-ok type one. Some people do want to hear about it,” I said, keeping a sweet tone to sugar-coat my sarcasm filled words."Interesting,” she said and turned quiet again.I was quiet too. I didn't want to speak to her anymore. I wanted my empty compartment back.The flickering yellow light above was irritating me. I wondered if I should just shut it off, but it was not that late yet."What's the next station? Is it a non-stop train,” she said after five minutes, obviously to make conversation."I don't know,” I said and turned to look at the windows again. I couldn’t see anything in the darkness."Is everything ok?” she asked softly."Yes, why?” I said. The tone of my ‘why' gave away that everything was not ok." Nothing. You upset about what I said about your book right?""Not really,” I said.She laughed. I looked at her. Just like her gaze, her smile was arresting too. I knew she was laughing at me, but I wanted her to keep smiling. I pulled my eyes away again."Listen. I know your book did well. You are like this youth writer and everything. But at one level...just forget it.”"What?” I said."At one level, you are hardly a youth writer.”I turned silent and looked at her for a few seconds. Her magnetic eyes had a soft but insistent gaze. "I thought I wrote a book about college kids. That isn't youth?" I said."Yeah right. So, you wrote a book on IIT. A place where so few people get to go. You think that represents the entire youth?” she said and took out a box of mints from her bag. She offered me one, but I declined. I wanted to get this straight."So what are you trying to say? I had to start somewhere, so I wrote about my college experiences. And you know the story is not so IIT specific. It could have happened anywhere. I mean, just for that you are trashing my book.”"I am not trashing it. I am just saying it hardly represents the Indian youth,” she said and closed back the box of mints."Oh really..,” I said but was interrupted by the noise as the train passed over a long river bridge. We didn’t speak for the next three minutes, until the train returned to smoother tracks. "What represents the youth?” I said."I don't know. You are the writer. You figure it out.,” she said, and brushed aside a few curls that had fallen on her forehead."That's not fair,” I said, "that is so not fair.” I sounded like a five year old throwing a tantrum. She smiled as she saw me grumbling to myself. A few seconds later, she spoke again."Are you going to write more books?” she said."I'll try to,” I said. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to talk to her again."So what is going to be? IIMs this time?” she said."No.”"Why not?""Because it does not represent the country's youth,” I said.She started laughing. "See I am taking feedback. And now you laugh at me,” I said."No, no,” she said, "I am not laughing at you. Can you stop being so over-sensitive?""I am not over-sensitive. I just want to take feedback,” I said and turned my face away."Well, well now. Let me explain. See I just felt the whole IITian thing is cool and all, but what does it all mean in the broader sense. Yes, the book sells and you get to go to IIT Kanpur. But is that what it is all about?” she said."Well, then what is it about?""If you want to write about the youth, shouldn't you talk about young people who really face challenges? I mean yes, IITians face challenges, but what about the hundreds and thousands of other youth?""Like whom.”"Just look around you. What is the biggest segment of youth facing challenges in modern India?""I don't know. Students?""Not those Mr. Writer. Get out of the student-campus of your first book now? Anything else you see that you find strange and interesting? I mean, what is the subject of your second novel?” she said.I turned up to look at her carefully for the first time. Maybe it was the time of the night - but I kid you not, she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Everything about her was perfect.Her face was like that of a child. She wore a little bindi, which was hard to focus on as her eyes came in the way.I went back to her question."Second novel? No, haven't thought of a subject yet,” I said."Really? Don't you have any ideas?""I do. But nothing I am sure about.""Inte….resting,” she drawled, "Well, just bask in your first book then.”We kept quiet for the next half an hour. I took out the contents of my overnight bag and rearranged them for no particular reason. I wondered if it even made sense to change into a nightsuit. I was not going to fall asleep anyway. Another train noisily trundled past us in the opposite direction, leaving silence behind."I might have a story idea for you,” she said, almost startling me."Huh?” I was wary of what she was going to say. For no matter what her idea was, I had to appear interested. "What is it?""It is a story about a call center.”"Really?” I said," Call centers as in business process outsourcing centers or BPOs?""Yes, do you know anything about them?"I thought about it. I did know about call centers, mostly from my cousins who worked there."Yes, I know a little bit,” I said, "Some 300,000 people work in the industry. They help US companies in sales, service and maintenance of their operations. Usually younger people work there in night shifts. Quite interesting, actually.”"Just interesting? Have you ever thought of what all they have to face?” she said, her voice turning firm again."No,” I said."Why? They aren't the youth? You don't want to cover them?” she said, almost scolding me."Listen, let's not start arguing again...""I am not. I told you that I have a call center story for you.”I looked at my watch. It was 12.30 a.m. A story would not be such a bad idea to kill time, I thought."Let's hear it then,” I said."I can tell you. But I have a condition,” she said.Condition? I was puzzled. How can you have conditions in storytelling?"What condition? That I don’t tell it to anyone else?”"No. Just the opposite, in fact. You have to promise me to write it as your second book.”"What?” I said and almost jumped from my seat.Wow! Now that was something. OK, so I meet a girl who appears interesting and had a pair of nice eyes and looks like she can tell me a story to kill time. However, it does not mean I will listen to it and spend two years of my life turning it into a book."Like a full book? Are you kidding? I cannot promise that. It is a lot of work,” I said."Up to you,” she said and turned silent.I waited for ten seconds. She did not speak."Can't I decide on that after you tell me the story?” I said, "If it is interesting, I may even do it. But how can I decide without listening to it.""No. It is not about choice. If I tell you, you have to write it,” she said."Like write a whole book on it?” I said."Yes. Like it is your own story. In first person - just as your first book. I’ll give you the contacts of people in the story. You can meet them, do your research, whatever it takes, but make it your second book.”"Well then I think it is better if you don't tell me,” I said."Up to you,” she said and became quiet. She turned around to spread a bedsheet on her berth, and arranged the pillows and blankets. I guess she was planning to go to sleep.I checked my watch again. It was 01:00 a.m., and I was still wide awake. This was a non-stop train, and there were no stations to look forward to until Delhi in the morning. She switched off the flickering yellow light. A mysterious blue light bulb was the only night light in the compartment.It felt strange, like we were the only two people in the universe. As she was sliding under her blanket, I asked, "What is the story about? At least tell me a little bit more.”"Will you do it then?"I shrugged in the semi-darkness. "Can't say. Do not tell me the story yet. But at least tell me what it is about.”She nodded and came out of her blanket. She sat cross-legged opposite me as she began talking."Allright,” she said, "It is a story about six people in a call center on one night.""Just one night? Like this one?” I interrupted."Yes, one night. One night at the call center.”"You sure that can be a full book? I mean, what is so special about this night?”She heaved a sigh and took a sip from her bottle of mineral water."You see,” she said, "It wasn't like any other night. It was a night there was a phone call.”"What?” I said and burst out laughing, "So a call center gets a phone call. That is the special part?"She did not smile back. She waited for my amusement to end."You see,” she continued, "It wasn't an ordinary phone call. It was the night...it was the night there was a phone call from God.”Her words had me spring to attention. "What?”."You heard me. That night there was a phone call from God,” she said."What exactly are you talking about?”"I just told you what the story was about. You asked, remember?” she said."And then.. how...I mean…”"I am not telling you anymore. You know what the story is about. If you want to hear the story, you know my condition.”"That is a tough condition,” I said."I know. Up to you,” she said and lifted her blanket again. She lay down and closed her eyes.Six people. One night. Call Center. Call from God. The phrases kept repeating in my head as another hour passed. At 2:00 a.m., she woke up to have a sip of water."Not sleeping?,” she asked with eyes only half open.Maybe there was a voltage problem, but this time even the blue light started flickering in the compartment."No, not sleepy at all,” I said."OK, goodnight anyway,” she said, as she was about to lie down again."Listen,” I said, "Get up. Sit down again.”"Huh?” she said, rubbing her eyes, "Why? What happened?""Nothing. You tell me what happened. Tell me the story,” I said."So you will write it?""Yes,” I said, with a bit of hesitation."Good,” she said, and sat up again. The cross-legged position was back.Over the rest of the night, she told me the story that begins from the next page. It is a story about six people, three guys and three girls who worked at the Connexions Call Center. I chose to tell the story through Shyam's eyes. This is because after I met him, I found him closest to me as a person. The rest of the people and what happened that night - well, I will let Shyam tell you that.