tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10294303583762765002024-03-13T12:55:46.297-07:00Pinch my TaciturnityAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-9822935668056747782015-02-07T19:33:00.001-08:002015-02-07T19:33:12.493-08:00the ration card dilemma <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">These days all the elder women in every household is discussing about one thing , renew your ration card, I am the card holder, the eldest female member of the house, bravo , more power to women. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">As always dizzy mom is quiet about his , are you asking why, its obvious na her older daughter is older to her as per the records. forgot the math 6+18+18 as she is with her younger Daughter these days. so joff uncle got confused is his daughter older or his wife. ooh such a confusion in life, kash i would have attended the school my wife went, aaj yeah din to dekhna padtha. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">what to do now run to the church to find out the real problem or light a candle to solve the whole issue and offer bribe , if i get the card renewed i will offer half of what the pds provide, so what does they provide. here it is .</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: blue; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black;">Ration articles issued through Ration Shops in<em> January- 2015</em> </span> : </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #364d54; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify; text-decoration: underline;"> APL Cardholder</span><span style="color: #364d54; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> </span><span style="color: #364d54; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">- 9Kg Rice @ Rs 8.90/- and 1Kg Wheat @ Rs 6.70/- , </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">APL Subsidy Cardholder</span> : 9Kg Rice @Rs.2/- and 1Kg Wheat @ Rs 6.70/- ,</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Both Subsidy and Nonsubsidy APL Cardholder</span> will get 2Kg of Atta @ Rs 15/-. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">BPL Cardholder</span>: 25Kg of Rice @ Rs. 1/- and 5Kg Wheat @ Rs.2/-, <span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">AAY Cardholder</span> : 35Kg of Rice @ Rs. 1/-. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">Both<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> BPL and AAY Cardholder</span> get sugar @ Rs 13.50/- per Kg ( 400 g for each member ). </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">ANNAPOORNA Cardholder</span> :</span><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;"></span><span style="color: #364d54; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;">10 Kg of Rice at free of cost . <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Kerosene :</span> 4 Litre Kerosene to Non Electrified household and 1 Litre Kerosene to Electrified household @ Rs 18/ 17</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">ooh what is apl bpl , i rem my neighbour had one TV names BPL, would ask them or what. no you should not tell them , until the date is over we should not give a clue that the ration card renewal is in progress, it would be fun if they don't get it on time. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">in case will anybody come to know what category they are in. of course nothing there is less than a crore so its obvious in above poverty line. let me tell you even they are mentioning every thing in crores they don't know what a Income tax is , voh kaya hondi. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">yeah i had to tell you that joff uncle is always green to save on electricity he boils water from the debris and litter in his compound, how innovative. truly too much it take so much time and effort but the whole process you would fell effortless as the tenant lady will give company to him all the time. you know after all humans are social animals, studied in school right?</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">so which category will dizzy mom be, how to solve this dilemma. oh this is serious than infinity theorem. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">the egg came first or chicken, who is older the daughter or her mother. ok let solve the problem , all you need to give pure and genuine information to the government , its our duty.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">only proof of dizziy moms age is her election id card in which she is 44 years old. but that does not have a date of birth. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">election card issued on 2000 , so 44 + 15 is 59. bravo got an answer. hey hey wait give proof.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">the officer asked is there any aadhar card, yes sir, so check the dob in that, it says 43. </span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">obviously she was with her younger daughter that time 6+18+18 , simple math. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">ok do you have any other proof of identification, my elder daughter have a driving licence , you know she drives from age of 16. k now again calculate age. you know na how to , so just do it.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #364d54; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">got one solid proof , joff uncle was born in a leap year, so what age is he now , 61 just 2 years older to me. so that means he is in 1954 but its not a leap year. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #364d54; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">oh my God what all to solve for 2 kg of atta. is it worth it. will dizzy mom prove that she is the elder one in the house, will she able to solve the officers dilemma?? wait and see. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #364d54;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-30964793310927505982015-02-01T19:22:00.000-08:002015-02-01T19:22:19.960-08:00Some economic lessons from the other sideI am no MBA student or otherwise , but i am an economics student all my life, its from the day I knew Manmohan singh ji.so much into economics that i can totally relate to the 'ananya" of two states how should you represent each and every curve in a mathematical model. who does not know about the demand supply curve. when demand increases its have a direct effect on supply. well well I studied all those long before, its time to apply all those laws.<br />
Its about my neighbour Mrs dizzy mummy as I her grand kids call her and Joff uncle and i like to call him. the only thing that is less in their life is age and the waist line every other ting is said in the multiples of 1000 and in crores, when i started knowing her in my early teens its was in 100 and lakhs , now due to lot of market variations its now in crores. I dont know its simple or complicated that you have to decide. she has two daughters with an age gap of 10 years, both married and never get to see them together. when dizzy mom is roaming around wit the elder daughter the math of her age goes like this<br />
18+18+18 as the age of the grand kid is 18 as of now. age you do the addition. and when she is with the younger girl the age is calculated as 6+18+18. as her daughter is 6 yeas of age. now tell simple na .<br />
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she is marvelled of her astonishment to our curiosity. don't make your face now as you don't know the basis of math, math is the most abstract of sciences. why you all a zero a zero or why you believe that one plus one is two. if you believe and teach and punish your kids if they get it wrong then think again. y are you following this , because its abstract its said so , it is so , ans will be so, and you follow as such. then why complain about the theory of dizzy mom. you can start afresh like her math too, dynamic math subjected to present variables.<br />
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oh god what i wanted to say is the study of market investment with her. every body says that wealth creation is so totally different from money creation. long term investment and short term goals. now got it right?<br />
she believe in long term and short term and mid cap, and high on spot trading. she invite us for the Easter lunch expecting the return from onam sadya. she did try her luck a few years then she thought its not a viable investment, as for Easter she has to serve fish and mutton and chicken, and in return she gets aviyal and sambar, payasam is no perk as she is diabetic. did some spot exchange with plates on which ipo is there. like she plates the fish fry , fish could be big or small. if the neighbours are seated against the big fish she has to trade the plate with the blood relative on board. see long term investment, even though she know that i would be flushed out the next morning.<br />
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the most valuable commodity that she trades is the jack fruit. why because she knows the neighbour has two mango trees , its a mid term investment and a bit risky one. but she does it as sometimes there is huge returns. this year too she invested one small jack fruit. but not only her investment sink she has to trade her mangoes or should say one mango. and some free advise to pluck our mangoes before time as joff uncle would be going to meet his daughter this Feb.<br />
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markets are subject to risk and that too unexpected ones, as dizzy mom pour water to boil her coconut water to boil and forgot about it. the neighbours say fumes coming from her kitchen and informed her about it. she ran to put of f the fire and returned with 200 grms of jack fruit fry. for us its an unexpected return, for her a lesson for long term investment on valuable relations.<br />
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moral of the story, do invest in shares that have a regular return, for wealth creation go for long term investments, don't do spot trading its makes a dabba on valuable shares. daag hamesha acha nahim hota.<br />
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invest , do invest in long term as its return is high on everything in life.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-57851068294189850292015-01-31T22:23:00.002-08:002015-01-31T22:23:21.482-08:00the great Indian traditions Its been in the back of my mind , to speak out or not to. most of the time i keep quiet. sound good na , but not all true.<br />
I mean what shall i talk about if no one is willing to listen to me, or am i talking all bull shit. its nice to take the stand of your own but think is it ever possible to break free, one or the other strings will catch you.<br />
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you don't believe how much my mom has paid to listen to the astrologers, ever time they would say sure this Aug or next Nov , she will be so happy God knows for what. at least ask the person who she is dong this for. but no never . hope is one tag that attached to every Indian , even watching a cricket match every indin has the hope till the last ball that India is going to make it , does not matter what the scores are I mean 100 from 6 balls too the hope will be there.<br />
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I have no clue what the trick of Aug and Nov for Indian weddings, how many of them tie the knot these two months. have to think that the golden time foe pundits and astrologers. worse would be to travel to Goa or kovalam after these months. Can you imagine the whole of north Indian couples would be flocking holding hands sticking , clinching and all sort of gestures. easy to identify as there would be chooda wearing hands.<br />
honeymoon packages and Goa so in in India. what a season. seen bathing in the sun wearing salwar kammes and chooda all the time, thanks na not wearing bikini and chooda. what a sight it would have been.<br />
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guys would be embarrassed no na? proud would be as that how traditional is his wife. and if its kovalam the would move away from salwar and go with the tight fitting tunic and chooda. its a odd sight but every Indian mom in law would be proud .<br />
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and for mallu couples , going for a honeymoon to Goa , the man would think why on earth did i choose this place for honeymoon , how can i impress my new wife by not drinking, even though his eye balls would pop out in each and every corner of Goa. will be holding hands with the new found energy by surely planning for next visit to goa with friends so that he could get some relief from the bar deal of kerala. poor guys.<br />
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some times its confusing what the tradition is , to have a taste of fenny or to be with the wife. holding hands just like the dona paula statue.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-4747612594372281372013-08-13T02:49:00.000-07:002013-08-13T02:49:42.807-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"> My first
time experience on writing started way
back, when parents decided that the I need to do my vidya aarambham. That was
sitting on the lap of some priest at The Guruvayoor temple from then what all I
learned and unlearned my brain only knows. Kash if I was capable of retrieving anything
and everything that went inside. Well well that’s not what I am up to today.
It’s the keyboard that I laid my hands on in fact fingers on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">There was a
time when girls used to learn typewriting after college, well I never had to do
it, but had a second hand knowledge about the QWERTY keys from my mom’s elder
sister who used to work as a typist, she wanted her girls to learn but in fact
I got it from her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The first
lesson on asdf;lkj……………….. does it make any sense, but at that point of time it
was sort of techno so as usual did not question. Now after seeing all kinds of
keys , I do ask how awkward is it and people never complained, strange right. Does
the QWERTY effect actually seed up ones typing, no idea. There was actually one
more keyboard the AOEUIDHTNS one , never got to see that one yet, but the
qwerty was the winner , still running and way to go. of all the awkwardness and
confusion is that we learned the rhythm of this key board , and after all good
ones type fast slow ones well what to say will always be the same. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Ok now for
my part , I didn’t get to lay hands on while learning but somehow me too got
the hang of asdf..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Some time
back Dad got one typewriter for his office jobs, no price for guessing who was
working on it. Wonder how many sheets of paper I wasted and no one complained.
As usual I was not successful in that but what I loved about it was the font, somehow
I found it fancy and more than words I started to create images from it. And
believe it or not I did do one of my first ever design job as I designed a gate
with the font. Hope somebody still going in and out of it, without knowing all
these. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Back to
QWERTY, I used to describe it as asdf keys board while I was young. After the
college days I actually started using the computer that I never had to use the
pen and pencil anymore, still does not know if it was a good thing or bad. One
fine day I was sitting for my design classes the teacher came up and handed
over a pencil and paper, what did he asked , to write about the firsthand
knowledge on design Vs art, he was so arrogant that was my impression about
him, and to add more to it he handed the
paper back to me without reading. Guess
what next one week I was literally writing in between two lines. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I was not
good with pen or pencil and not to say even with this key board. Can I be able
to type without mistake, hope not? I did not find the keys but thankfully the
keys found me. So that’s how I type. Very rarely do it look at the key board
but If you ask me do I know all the keys , I don’t know. But the hands has got
to the rhyme of the keys that’s how it works I think. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Even with
all the tech what I still never does is to type in my language, what’s the
reason for it, I still have to find one. Thanks to google translate and input
tools I have still some connect with mother tongue. In fact I myself doubt
which one is my language, obviously as far as I don’t respect to any language
how can I master one, as I have only one that’s my silence. Hope someday someone
will be able to read that, as for now I am using my key board to express
myself. Is it enough?? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I been
using face book from 2007 and it keep on asking what’s on your mind? Will any
body ever able to tell the truth, most of the time it’s what I want in my mind,
so not so obvious reasons. One thing I found using the keyboard to expression than
speaking is that , it gives more time for you to think before you type. If I want
to say all rubbish then that’s what I type, feel good……………….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">I was quite
interested in graphology, it directly takes you to ones thought while writing,
but with keyboard how will I ? define people with the font they choose , the
size , the cases how on earth can I do so, how to check the pressure of
writing, ask the key board………..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">What will
the keys have to say, well I am sure it hold lots of secrets, especially the
passwords………………. The finger prints, what all…………………<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">The dots
and the question mark, the plus and the equals, the shift and the alts its
where the home and the door to enter and
to end. More important it gives the back space and the space and the option to
select and delete. Escape option that only you give my key board. Here I am @
and in brackets, hope not to pause………………….have some space in between. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">when moved
to touch it became the KALQ hope to have some time with him too. After all
touch is to impress and push is to depress. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kabhi to
voh much se keh rehe honge………<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kabhi to
pooch bhi hogi……………..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Kabhi meri
kuch to izzat kijiye<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-70448447909747624852011-07-23T07:55:00.000-07:002011-07-23T07:55:01.712-07:00dreamythese days its raining and i am sick and watching loads of ekta. is it a good thing or bad thing but I am just feeling fine. kind of found my routine back on track. business economy environment politics and a bit of emotion, perfect combination for this rainy season. so far I feel great. system under control.<br />
but one thing I am loosing or opting out of my life, that is people I know. I kind of feeling that I dosent know anybody or am I just giving it a bit of space to grow. no gossip no pollution just calm and at peace and i am loving it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-39886498394252331222009-12-03T02:47:00.001-08:002009-12-03T02:53:59.194-08:00Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-91878867468255107762009-08-08T23:01:00.001-07:002009-08-08T23:01:23.251-07:00Our partThe bygone days we cherish and relish<br />Fights for the unseen unknown till we perish.<br />All well written and said long before<br />We just be in there for the part to play.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-28818372695183418122009-08-08T23:00:00.001-07:002009-08-08T23:00:43.800-07:00Touch of youthThe touch of youth is soft and subtle <br /> It’s also have the shade of impiety and rudeness<br />Both the tones show fear and apprehension <br />That makes the mistaken part on its own <br /><br />Love of the mother and yearn for the lover<br />One set to grow in the arms of the beloved<br />Most of it are unseen and forgotten often <br />The transit through it is painful and dreaded <br /><br />Looks at all the newly lit lamp and oil it <br />As though you are the one who is desperate<br />Many a look I had in all but you<br />Now I use all the might to adore you <br /><br />The touch of youth had it all in its part <br />Without which we never share the good<br />All be in my state I shall declare <br />I see all of that will be there againAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-11907242378507649312009-08-08T22:59:00.001-07:002009-08-08T22:59:28.382-07:00We know it allA worthy while that was before us<br />The golden light of five yet to come<br />Time stood tall, hailed as we passed <br />Silent the flowers flared with sunlight.<br /><br />Trusted and hoped, no sings of decay<br />Those charming moments that cherish<br />The sound of pantheon church bells<br />Made a note to pause and leap back.<br /><br />Share the joy of love and odium <br />Long before shades of gray lost<br />Yellow and yellow blossoms on <br />The pure heart that grieves for more<br /><br />Shallow the thoughts that cherished<br />With all those who grew up together<br />Not seen, touched and heard for long<br />The memories were to be put together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-43859682294665037132009-08-08T22:58:00.002-07:002009-08-08T22:59:02.896-07:00Timewho has life peruse the past and future<br /> strive for the fortunes of life so great <br />looks for the better half so better to be<br />all the shine be in his part not to part<br />wish and exert for all the he dreams <br />tries and tries with no fear of defeat<br />sees though the hour glass that pours <br />old he becomes the more he yearns<br />be the genius he becomes and matures<br />all the past he lost in the time lost<br />he who creates the one to follow him<br />of all the wealth he possess of gold<br />that time takes it all in its grasp.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-72559477634500360302009-08-08T22:58:00.001-07:002009-08-08T22:58:37.631-07:00strangerThe smile and warmth that spreads on you<br />The soft and tender hands that holds you<br />The way your needs are being fulfilled<br />The shoulder that you rests your head <br />The loving gestures you longed for <br />All well lived as you liked and wished<br />Now find it difficult to try and reach <br />All left , memories wet and smudged <br /> I portrayed you as a familiar stranger<br />Life has gone too restive that I lost you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-77085998698909286212009-08-08T22:57:00.002-07:002009-08-08T22:58:04.761-07:00Rest in peaceNever that be my own, all have to have theirs too<br />Of all the fears in this silly world it never subsides<br />All dreams of the wonders that comes in a lifetime<br />Dreams but one that all have to confide and live forever<br />The memory of the one who was there and left<br />Immortal are the only things that you live on<br />The mountains the river that greens and the sea<br />The rains the sun and moon and earthy bonds<br />Where you will be is there in the heart of your love<br />In there your love look fresh as the morning dew<br />Staying still in the heaven of hearts your warmth<br />Be it the moment that love to cherish after you die<br />Never to be felt and seen, but to remain still in gratitude<br />You live forever and ever not on earth but in its crust.<br />The beauty of life you sow will grow in the family <br />Resting place is in there not in the tomb made for you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-87341525795648755282009-08-08T22:57:00.001-07:002009-08-08T22:57:33.784-07:00My ShadowWalked towards the sea and looked <br />as far as I could into the horizon <br />I can see the fiery ball far away <br />the amber light the glitter in the sea<br /> The change of ambiance as <br />the wind pushed the clouds past the blue sky<br />As I stood still and straight with<br /> a deep hollowness in my eyes<br />The dark blanket of night came<br /> to remind that its dusk not dawn <br />All the dreams in my eyes <br />blown away by the wind of shadow<br />My faith that lifted my dreams with<br /> the kindness of a glorious past<br />The feelings buried, the regret,<br /> the pain, the anguish and the hate<br />All covered by the soft silky smile <br />which came to stay from nowhere<br />Covered up myself with <br />The shell of my dreams and fragrance of my love<br /> the love to be shared <br />I can see the brightness in my eyes .Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-61156767229444792902009-08-08T22:56:00.000-07:002009-08-08T22:57:00.909-07:00pursuitI looked at everything, searched for the words<br />A little something I can hold of to express myself<br />My eyes were shut I was in my mind lost <br />Gone all the things I possessed, but never left<br />All those things we shared, those moments<br />Past present and was in my eyes dark and empty<br />Well set to conquer the dream of my life alone<br />Lost all those things I wandered to gather<br />It was a split second I tried to open it all<br />Deep down the lanes I shut myself in<br />All I tried not to be heard, all to be lonely<br />Curious, inside the walls trembled wildly<br />I felt the vibes, and I found myself in sleep<br />Deep gone my thoughts, and back to cage<br />Aspired I would have completed my pursuit.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-31642561520388558512009-08-08T22:55:00.000-07:002009-08-08T22:56:02.452-07:00yeas to comeThe sun with your ever-glowing body<br />Can you see all what I can see<br />The moon so dark and far <br />Can u see the sparkles from the stars?<br /><br />You grow wild and wild spitting fires <br />Cannot reach the gentle sheet of green <br />Dark you grow sharing the soft light<br />Can only glow when a help given.<br /><br />The deep you go the wild u become <br />All awaits for the light you shed.<br />The thin you become the light you reflects<br />The blue spread all changes as you do.<br /><br />The radiance, glory, and warmth you show<br />You be the center of everything I know<br />The reflection, he gives and you grin<br />You not the center, living in clan <br /><br />I sat here looking up to you forever<br />Through the clouds you look as life <br />I dream of love that resembles you<br />Seen with the more romantic of stars.<br /><br />All the energy you have is for us<br />things you have given are perceived <br />All the glitter you possess are for us<br />That’s for sure, for the years to come.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-66970601443041702582009-07-10T03:51:00.001-07:002009-07-10T03:51:22.406-07:00genisisThey are bound to make the difference <br />Their voice deep, strident and well perceived<br />They make the massive foundation of mankind<br />The rules are made with their bursting decisions <br />The empty spaces are all with them and their virtues<br />Filled with virtual particles created and found by them.<br />They create the magnetic field, which form the center<br />And would rotate with the spiraling matter it attracts.<br />It wipes the furrows on this uneven earth with warmth <br />God bid him to speak for, till the dust he would be<br />The universe was made emancipation his soul to another <br />That life sustains itself from within to change a belief<br /> It takes a warm-hearted man, to move the multitude.<br />He learned, through doubt and fear, and matured<br />Shared the state of forgiveness in his hands <br />Lived we sometimes to be seen and heard and touched.<br />Where are we in between, as well said and thought<br />Our life is what happens as they move making other plans.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-261274121383564992009-06-29T08:30:00.001-07:002009-06-29T08:30:11.513-07:00My eyes despised the very view of your eyes<br />Even with that I pleased to have something <br /> Special were those moments that touched me<br /><br /> So rude were the feeling I had for that instant<br /><br /> Deep drawn desire ended in a tasteless scent<br /><br /> Delighted were those, who got in its senses<br /><br /> My proud heart fell for those pains of sin<br /><br /> Yet to be sensed all that in with his eyes<br /><br /> Any feast that could happen to, is desired <br /><br /> My helpless heart strikes hard to serve you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-17477909422238862332009-06-24T04:47:00.001-07:002009-06-24T04:47:33.598-07:00all aloneALL ALONE<br /><br />Deep down the empty lanes I used to walk<br />The green grass the dry leaves and the air<br />The birds hopped around to the pleasure<br />The deep blue sky shine with the rays<br />The moving clouds that are calm and quiet<br />All has life but could not measure the thoughts<br />All I could hear in the idleness of my tears<br />Is my heart, which is desires for a surprise<br />As the rose choked in the grass and the buddy<br />Twigs that raise to get the ray of light to fall<br />I desired and screamed to get the attention<br />But my voice were lost in the silence of my heart<br />As the flow of music to an unlistening streetAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-19818464028937950212009-06-19T09:40:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:45:19.999-07:00cross my mindyesterday too i met one old class met , as usual i didnt had anyting to ask, but well thats not the case with every class met or school mates . but the usual wide smile and hi and bye. she herself was in a hurry , i really thanked GOD. only in these few occations i rem GOD , while outside.<br />i keep a different persona while going out, very frigid in my attitude, has to get over it .i can be as superficial at times. very bad me. no one ever touched my mind. i have to think . i am too colourful for my age that becomes a problem while meeting old school mates.<br />will see what happens.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-51805511263390554432009-06-19T09:37:00.000-07:002009-06-19T09:39:57.563-07:00All over againOh my gosh , not again, how many times i start a blog and leave it half way, i dont have anything to write. i am too much back to my shell so that no one can pich my tacitunity. i dont know how to get rid of it all over again. i am still trying. how many a times shall i pinch. its reallu began to hurt. not much to write i am waiting to have a topic of course other than myself.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-67813911437681768962009-03-28T03:23:00.000-07:002009-03-28T03:38:59.027-07:00the WallToday I met my dear friend Binoy, who used to stay at the house opposite mine. After he moved to his new house i havent met him that much just for weddings and other occations only. but is somewhat dear to me, or dearer than his sister. today he is the proud fater of two daughters. and in the little chat he told that how naughty these kids were at home and dirtying all the wall. <div>so whats so peculier about it, its the usual thing to do of the kids of that age.</div><div><br /></div><div>really?? i was wondering, how being the lover of paints i never got to draw even a dot on my walls. I think I never didnt had the thought that I could ever use the wall as a canvas. Why me my brother too wodent have done that. I am not sure if we were doing the right thing by not dritying the place around. As far as i can remember my mother werent that strict on us as she herself had load of work to complete in those days. so y arent we thinking of drawing on the wall?</div><div><br /></div><div>I hear my mom saying proudly to her friends that we as kids were quite nice , never made fights in front of her , both doing ttheir own stuff in the same room very quietly.</div><div>y were we so? my brother was born that way immense love for his mother, he didnt even sleep until mom completes all her job at home. he waits so camly and wont even sleep as i fell asleep always. </div><div><br /></div><div>so things silly as this we havent experienced as kids , feel bad. I think it was just our love for mom that we both didnt wanted to bother mom. feel good. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-53539691779929517462009-03-03T07:05:00.000-08:002009-03-03T07:38:45.942-08:00The Kathakali effect<div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black">For quite some time I had the wish to watch live Kathakali. I wasn’t sure , if I would be able to enjoy that or not as I had no idea about it at all. All I seen them in films and ads. Really felt bad. I had the opportunity to watch one in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">cochin</st1:place></st1:state>, promoted by a group of kathakali lovers , six of them. I wonder do they really formed the art group for the sake of it or for something else, ok leave it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p> I had the desire and time to watch one so I decided to go for it. I went in took the ticket for 400 rupees and they told me the show will begin by 5 30 in the evening, I did some bird watching and came back by 6 pm. the stage was all set but not for performance but for the make up and as audience a bunch of foreigners. I felt so strange and happy too that I am not the only illiterate in this art.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p> Thy have lighted up a vilakku with incandescent lamp and did the face make up and people were all around to see how they do and what color and materials they use for make up and what make up goes for what kind of character.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>People awed to know that its all organic. I felt too boring and was thinking what will the story will be and how will I know who is who in makeup.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black">The makeup got over in an hour and they lighted the vilakku to create the feel and mood for the katha. One guy came up and announced that the story is of “Dussasana Vadam”<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>and that for the people to understand the form better they will be demonstrating the “RASA” as in face expressions, some movements as in the “PADAs” and a small workshop to demonstrate what movement meant what , that we should also perform on stage. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal">While they setup the stage they gave us the story in a sheet of paper. it was about dussasana vadam, how he trochered panchali, her appeal to <st1:place st="on">Krishna</st1:place> and eventually how bhima kills dussasana.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black">Oh even I don’t rem the story clearly even today.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black">The interaction part was really good and I enjoyed most of it some of them got to scream like bhima and fight with the wooden gadha. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p> The guy dressed up in panchali came over and showed the rasa, no one looked at the ranam everyone clicked so do <st1:place st="on">I.</st1:place> then he told about the actions and mudras that they will be using in this part and some dailoges which every one participated. Like how to scream, how to call and ask to sit here and how to tell to leave and how to fight with the “GADHA” and how to show blood on stage etc etc…</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black"><o:p> I really don’t know what happened , I liked the screaming part as I knew they were doing that, for what reason . all the other parts I was just awful. How appalling could that be, being a mallu and don’t understand a line of the songs. Anyways I did had the courage to stay there till the end when bhim had the fight and finally took the small intestine out. </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black">I was eight when it got over and first thing I did was to drink water. <o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-14550239327501267132009-02-10T23:17:00.000-08:002009-02-10T23:19:28.348-08:00for the interest of the environs<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">I was very proud myself as I believed that I doesn’t contribute much to the environment until one fine day I decided to calculate my carbon emissions. The result proved me completely wrong. I emit more carbon than the average Indian does. So I decided to change myself .<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">Well well by the way how can I change my habits. Ok start from simple things. Changed all the incandescent lights with cfls. I even used it for the one which lighted the front corner of the house, but in no time I have to find another bulb as its gone. Then I decided to cut off the lights which mom use to illuminate the house from the exterior. It was a big blow to my feng shui as it says that one should not leave any dark corners in your house. But I let my belief to go. But it helped me in recycling. Always keep the house clean replace all the faulty things and become more functional. That really worked, that’s what I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">I started reading the labels when ever I go shopping. And I tried to avoid aerosol sprays, but most of them says that they don’t use cfc to fill it up , I was a bit confused and took the decision not to use them at all.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; ">But I realized that my house does not contribute that much than I do with my choices. I like to drive the car to go to any place. I feel ashamed as the elderly were walking early morning to go to temple and in return trip they do the daily purchases , I would never do that. I forget when I last took a bus in my town.</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> I think that I doesn’t spend much on clothing and accessories. Really. I do make purchases when ever I feel like I need to change my wardrobe. if not in my town I would travel at least 300 kms to do just that, shopping.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">so how bad can it get. How much I contribute without even knowing just because of this. Does it get compensated if I think that I will give my older ones in charity???<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> How often I go out to eat, when I can straight away change that when I am trying hard to reduce my dimensions myself. Do I really want to change that?? </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">We often go it temples far off just for the fulfillment of our religious mind, when we can do donations and poojas and offering online and by post. Do we ever get to get rid of that habit. Think how much more they might be contributing to fulfill our poojas. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333">With it comes the fuel consumption,<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>needless to say how do it contribute to the emissions. We have the public transport but will I ever get into that??<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> I have turned to be a vegetarian.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Has it done any good to my health. How much transport cost is included in a single meal of mine. Cant I grow my own vegetables??</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> How much my garden contribute, ok lets leave it as its natural.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> How often I Google.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Cant I stick to balckle for a while as it claims its takes less to power a black screen.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> Well well if you ask about the economies of it I have to keep shut and keep all these in my widest dreams. So even if I am sticking to the basic minimal things I can do to soften the emissions its good.</o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"><o:p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:9.0pt; font-family:Arial;color:#333333">it's amazing how much difference a couple of minor changes will make.</span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"> But even writing this I didn’t want o write about the other choices with which I lead my life. </span></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:9.0pt;font-family:Arial;color:#333333"> <br /> <o:p></o:p></span></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-18736702586466756602009-02-04T01:33:00.000-08:002010-05-14T18:56:31.765-07:00Shoes outside please<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> “<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them, and you have their shoes.” </span></span> </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"> Emm if you want to compliment a girl it has to be her shoes as I heard from the American president. Weird na The president will think twice before commenting even if its for a compliment. Last December we saw the famous shoe throwing episode and Muntazar ali Zaidi become famous instantly. I was so amazed by the incident I wish I could have done that but no I don’t even do that even in my dreams.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"> Two days back the Chinese got the taste of shoes too. so its become mandatory to check for weapons of mass destruction and the shoes which is indeed become a powerful weapon. bad luck for Bush that he went on for WMD and ended up with the so called disruptive weapon himself, when he caught Saddam he should have searched his legs instead of the mouth for WMD. Now that Bush have learned where to search for what he is out of office. Hope his successor will search aptly. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not everything is bad about the episode , Zaidi become famous so is the shoe and so is the company who made those shoes. The Bayden shoe company of <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Istanbul</st1:place></st1:city> got orders for 300000 pair of the shoe model 271. amazing . so what will be their shoe commercial like.</div><div class="MsoNormal">If anyone wants that please order now. Its about $41. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">In <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place> we have the tradition of Kari theykkal and chappal mala. I saw that last for VS when he made derogatory comments on the commando family. The shoe is for the protection of the foot but how come it became the weapon to show contempt. Anyways the popularity of this weapon is increasing day by day. People will follow the Indian way to keep shoes outside. So the days of MF Hussain is here gone are the days when he were thrown out for not wearing one. Today no one will bother, no shoe the better.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Now it’s clear that “the shoe that fits one will pinch another”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">courtesy The hindu business line </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"><span class="storyhead" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 130%;"><b>Scribe hurls shoe at Chidambaram</b></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Meera Mohanty</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">New Delhi, April 7 Mr P. Chidambaram, Home Minister, on Tuesday had the novel experience of a shoe being thrown at him as a sign of protest.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">People are now wondering if this act means that India has caught up with a global trend of protest. Does this mean that we will be evolving from strikes to black bands, from eggs to shoes and from stones to Hawaai chappals?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The Home Minister was answering questions at a press conference in New Delhi when journalist Mr Jarnail Singh threw a sneaker at him. The journalist’s reaction followed the Minister’s reply to a question on the CBI clearing the involvement of two Congress veterans in the Sikh riots of 1984.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">In recent times former US President Mr George Bush, Chinese Premier Mr Wen Jiabao and reportedly even Iran President Mr Mahmoud Ahmadinejad have been targets of such projectiles.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mr Wen, who was addressing a meeting at Cambridge University when a shoe was hurled at him, called it a “despicable act”. “It cannot stand in the way of friendship between China and the UK,” he added.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Most of these shoe-throwers have failed to strike the bullseye, and Mr Jarnail Singh was no different. It is not sure, though, if he wanted to score. The journalist was sitting in front and yet managed to miss Mr Chidambaram.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To the Home Minister’s credit, he never took his eyes off the shoe flying towards him, just like a good batsman would.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Seemingly gracious in his forgiveness, the Minister said, “Take him away – gently, gently.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This is different from the reaction of the UK’s former deputy Prime Minister, Mr John Prescott, when a farmer threw an egg at him in 2001. Mr Prescott had punched the farmer.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shoes seem to be the new addition to the protest arsenal. In western tradition, pies and custards have been thrown at a host of famous people – from royalty to Prime Ministers to philosophers to violinists.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Green custard was thrown at Mr Peter Mandelson, the British Business Secretary, and the incident was captured for posterity by TV. Mr Michel Camdessus, the former IMF chief, had a fruit-and-cream pie thrown at him by Mr Robert Naiman, an anti-IMF, “50-Years-is-Enough” campaign activist in Bangkok.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mr Milton Friedman, the high priest of free markets, also got “pied”, as did Mr Thomas Friedman (he ducked the plates of green whipped cream), Mr Bill Gates, Mr Jeffrey Skilling (the CEO of Enron) and the former WTO head, Mr Renato Ruggiero, in 1998.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Mr Chidambaram is clearly in illustrious company.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1029430358376276500.post-23953957191626090302009-01-28T03:19:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:47:16.285-08:00my eating habitsI was a bindas prolific artist when it come to masticate food. I wont say no to any kind of food and enjoyed ever y morsel of it. that clearly shows on me and I veryoften say that I dont remember the day when I was thin.<br />I love to eat and to feed others and there is nothing I enjoy like eating out. I cant say I am a good cook as I doesnt know to cook the simple sambar as it taste different each time. so is the case with Rasam. But I manage in both with the curry masala and coriander.<br /><br /> my eating habits have cahnged a lot from 2002. I want to become a vegan but dont know if possible or not. hopefully some day i can do that too as i have completely said NO to the EGGS, which was my fav.<br />I dont know what has changed in me other than age but i have turned to good food but just for myself i never advised anyone to take that in my family, as its not possible. I have said no to fish a long time back may be when i was seven eight but i took eggs to my twenties. one fine day i started eating chicken and some other stuff too and I ate loads of shrimp, the factory processed one for exporting and i really loved that.<br /><br />so what kind of changes, well a hell lot , and I have learned to grow what i eat too. so no stagfaltion can affect me for a month. i eat most leafy stuff as in muringa and wheat and rice and spinach and everything which i get from my home garden. some times i feel like a cow but i the changes in my diet has not changed my shape so people wonder what i really eat.<br />I think its because I have taking a lot of protin in leguminous food to pump up my muscles.<br /><br />I have pulled out airated drinks , meat, deep fry , cakes , sweet from my life. so life will be boring na. what shall i do now. but i cook all these for others. last time i cooked chicken and i didnt get the smell of it too , a bit strange na. no body believe me , but i dont want to believe it entirely as i take sweets of the traditionl kind with ghee and sugar and wont say no to chocolates.<br /><br />i think i can pull off with my diet for some time too.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13409498542883436815noreply@blogger.com0