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Jerry

I am grouchy most of these days. My Daily Morning Jogs(I like calling them DMJs even though they used to occur once in a Blue moon) have become more regular. NO. I have not done an adnan sami. Just that Jerry likes to go out in the morning. And my folks find this a worthy reason to kick me out of bed, as and when required by Jerry.

So DMJs it is now. But it just doesnt stop at this. After Jerry hogged all the limelight at home, with a panache i am sure Aishwarya Rai(calling her a Bachhan breaks my heart) would envy, the ignonimy is spreading like the wild fire of south Greece.

The very hour glassed PYTs that i dreamed of talking to(somehow they never noticed me), seem to be waiting for Jerry, every morning. Jerry is welcomed in the community garden with almost an ovation fit for Sachin Tendulker at the Eden Gardens(Is it MS Dhoni Now girls??). While i huff and pant.. Jerry jogs besides them confidently, Following them all over the ground. How about letting me follow you like that Mam.. i ask in my heart.. face red with exhaustion, heart green envy.

Us.... Nomads

I felt strangely at home.

And then i though it was just natural. Sitting in the same room of the guest house that i had come to, while looking for a job, I felt it was home. I ended up living in the same place for 2 years.

I asked my self, where else would i feel at HOME... the list is as follows..

1. My parents house- lived forst 8 years o my life there

2. The Govt bunglow at beautiful township in himachal-lived there for next 7 years.

3. The house in delhi- lived there for 9 months.

4. The Room in guest house in the other colony, 20 Km away from earlier Home- Lived there for 2 years.

5. The Flat i shared with my friends- Lived there for almost 2 years.

6. The room I shared with my friends at chandigarh- Lived there for 1 year.

7. The room i shared with my friends at Udai pur- Lived there for Two years.

8. The Guest House i lived at in Bhuj- Lived there for 1 year.

9.The room at ahmedabad i talked about in in the begening- Lived there for two years.

10. the flat i live at now- Living ther since last 16 months.

I guess i am not wierd.. Its just the way we live these days..

Us.... Nomads..!!

Ghalib

Na tha kuchch to Khuda tha, kuchch na hota to Khuda hota
Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota ?

Huaa jab Gham se yoon behis to Gham kya sar ke katne ka
Na hota gar juda tan se to zaanoon par dhara hota

Huee muddat ke 'Ghalib' mar gaya par yaad aata hai
Wo har ek baat pe kehana, ke yoon hota to kya hota ?

Jerry

Jerry doesnt like to be disturbed while he is eating(dare i call him It..!!). I guess he is the most punctual one in the house.

Unlike me, he is always on the dinner table(or under it) before the dinner is served. Unlike me, he doesnt need any puffs to induce bowal movement, and so finishes of in 5 min what takes me 25. Again unlike me, he doesnt make faces when served with Karela. And everybody loves him. I brought jerry home as i was moved by his feeble crys of pain.. He was hurt by someone.. bleeding and i wondered at that time dying. He is ok now.. and is happy to be taken on walks again.

But i lost my numero Uno position in house to him..!! I am no more the one who needs all the care.. it is Him..!!

He has to be fed on time, bathed on time, taken for exercise on time, leashed and unleashed on time, and even taken for his ROYAL disposal of waste from body.. ON TIME..!! and poor me.. I can wait.. I am told. Jerry needs it on time.

Whoever said humans were better species..

I guess i am getting obssessive here.. :)

PVG

I dont think she will make a bad Prime minister.. 50% of population will surely vote for her.. given her princess looks..!!

55 words

They were exited about it. She remembered how they had listened to Jawaharlal nehru address the midnight's childern, long long back, celeberating through the night. She could see Tiranga hoisted on all houses of locality every 15th of august. It was only two days in a year when they were allowed to do so. It is different now. We are free to Hoist the national flag everyday, thanks Navin Jindal. Tiranga looked so proud on her house. All other houses of the locality stood naked.

Mafi deni hai ki thane jana hai..!!

"Chak de" in punjabi is "lets rock"

Chak de ROCKS... amazing screenplay, steady speed, fast and furious matches(though i think they could do with better cimematography.. specially to make the goals a bit more exiting..).. I loved it.

The regional accents were hilarious.. so enjoyable. The politics among the girls so real.. the jealousy so true.

Most of all what i liked about tchk de is that it touches so many important topics, burning topics i'd say... and still manages to give the viewers a fun filled time. It never goes over the top.. all the messages are so subtle. Some of them..

1. Poor state of sports in india, specially hocky.
2. Extreme reactions and over hype to everything from losing a match to mild success.
3. Communal devide(I loved the scene where kabir khan is asked by his friend why does he wnt to come back to hocky.. and why does he feel so guilty.. and says.. "EK GALATI TO SAB KO MAAF HOTI HAI" SRK replies "SABKO... NAHI". So beautifully subtle.. so to the point.)
4. Regional devide.
5. Individual Vs the team.
6. Female position in society.
7. Professionalism and falling standards of morals(remember how the senior girl offered Kabir khan her body, Kabir khan declining the offer, but calling her to play when the team needed her..)


These are topics which are good enough to make a sereis of films on each.. but chakde just packs them togather and gives clear to the point message.

I loved the movie.. and i could do so coz there was no SRK in it.. there was kabir khan.. not shahrukh khan.

Ghalib..

zaahid sharaab piine de masjid mein baith kar
yaa vo jagah bataa jahaan par Khudaa na ho


Had read Long long back.. find it relevent today..!!

Have to travel 300 K.M. to have a Beer....(lawfully that is..!!)

Illegal liquor is freeflowing here in gujjuland..

55-WORDS

The school was closed. It was a public holiday. Heading back home, he wondered if he should be happy or sad. It was a moment to celeberate he decided. He will go back running to home, change and play with his cousins in the garden. Hills made a fine background to there innocent squeals of laughter. Papa was having tea in the lawn, with mom and discussing what flower to grow in front row. Rajiv Gandhi was dead.

http://www.geeta-kavita.com/article.asp?article=rashmirathi

http://www.geeta-kavita.com/article.asp?article=rashmirathi2

http://www.geeta-kavita.com/article.asp?article=rashmirathi3


great poem.. but i tended to dislike the message in it.. friendship is posed as a dharma here.. and karna is not only emberacing death knowingly, he is also fighting the right in favour of wrong...
was it his dharma?? or was it a weak emotional decision??

But i failed to recoganise the fact that Karna was a member of the court of kouravas.. and was so bound to fight with them.. just as Bheeshma was.. by his Raj Dharma.

U dont mess with Sri krishna's logic.. do u..?? I learnt not to...!! :)

ghalib once again..!

With the thought of tomorrow,
Be not niggardly today, O Saqi;
This would be disrespectful
To the Saqi of Paradise.

Why have we become so contemptible
Today, when till yesterday ,
Our honour did not tolerate
The impudence of the angel.

Listening to sweet music,
why does it seem
That one's life is draining away?
Is it because we hear His voice

In the notes of the lute and the rebeck?
The steed of age is galloping;
Let us see where it will stop;
The hand does not hold the rein

And the foot is not in the stirrup.
I am as far removed
From my own reality
As my twisting and turning

Stems from the thought of the other.
The reality of the sight of God,
The one who sees, and what is seen,
All in effect are one; I
am amazed Then, what is all this witnessing?

The sea's substance consists of
The shifting appearance of forms;
What then is in the drop,
And the bubble, and the wave?

Coyness, even with oneself
Is but a form of dalliance;
How many unveiled ones
Go about covered by a veil?

The adorning of her beauty
Leaves no time for ease;
Even beneath the veil, her mirror
Constantly confronts her.

ghalib..

That sigh from the heartHas not the importance of a straw,
Although it can cause
A crack in the sun.
That magic is of no avail
For the fulfilment of one's desires,
That magic by which
The boat floats on the mirage.
Ghalib, I have for some time
Given up drinking wine; I drink only
When it is a cloudy day,
Or a moonlit night.

AAG KI BHEEKH

females in india

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R kipling... I liked so here it is...!

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son

55 words

He had done so well, his parents so proud of him, friends adoring his hard work.. holding his B.sc. honours graduation degree that proudly proclaimed Distinction.. His future looked so bright. Good students always make it BIG in life, his father had told him, while mortgaging his Land to pay up for his fees and books.. He herd a distant voice.. clearer secong time.. "Ganga Ram 2 cup chai upar bhejo"

http://library.thinkquest.org/C005704/content_la_testing_psycho.php3

I found this appealing.. the pic i mean.. some say i tells quite a lot about u..