The Invitation...

I got a very beautiful mail from my dew drop. It is a short i dont know what to call it...maybe a written piece of work...called The Invitation. It seemed as if the questions were put forward across straight to my heart and i cant help answering it...

So here is my reply to The Invitation.

I know it surely does not interest me too...about what my dew drop does for a living...nor will my living influence my love for her...and I do dare to dream of meeting her and She is whom my heart aches for and She is my heart's longing.

I dont mind how old I get...I may be 75,but I would still risk looking like a fool for my Love...for my dreams and for the adventure that i call...LIFE.

I dont care if the sun goes round the moon or the moon goes round the earth...All I know is I have touched the centre of my own sorrow many times in my life...when I let Her down...but I know I never will...again.

I can sit with pain...I can share her pain...and I will not move or hide or fade away.I want to share my joys with her...and laugh with her when she does...and cry with her when I see her tears. And I want to dance with ecstasy and shout out in joy and be filled with her love...

I would tell her the truth...And I can bear the pain...But I WILL be Faithful and I WILL be Trustworthy,from this time forth till ever more.

I want to see my beauty...and my beauty is Her...no matter how she looks or what others say about her.I want to look at the beauty of the World and see God's love Personified.I know I can live with failures...hers or mine and I will still stand by the edge of the lake and tell her that I love her.YES,I WILL.

It does not interest me...where she lives or how much money she has.I would still care for her and the children.

It does not interest me who she is or where she comes from.I can and WILL stand with her when it burns...in the centre of the fire...with her hand in mine...and will never losen my grip on her..even for a heart beat.

It surely does not matter to me where she studied or whom she studied...I will tell you now what sustains me...I love her company...and She is the One...even when the whole world around me falls apart...Oh Yes,She Is The One!!!

This Makes Me Laugh

I saw a small cartoon on the newspaper today...It was about two prisoners talking Blair...
One says"Did you hear...this latest scandal can mean 2 years prison sentence to Blair..."

And the other says"Gee...its gonna be really hard on Blair...because it means Mr.Blair has to stay in the country for 2 long years".

Nice one isn't it.

Now that we are talking about politicians...we know all the politicians are looney...

Mr.Ronald Reagan was one of them...well he was known for forgetting his dialogues during his acting career in Hollywood..and when he became the President of US of A...he was worse...In fact some one always had to remind him that he was not an actor anymore...

And just when we thought America has seen enough we just have Dubya...lol

Now the headlines... Mr.Blair is wearing the anti bullying arm band... hoping to impress Beyonce I guess and get a date... Cherie is not gonna be impressed.

Laloo is taking IELTS...wow..its gonna be funny....

More later...now I gotto go.

To The Girl In My Life...

Thanks for bringing sunshine into my life...
It is warm and cosy now.
And I can see the path ahead of me...
I wanna repay this love somehow...
I will do so when I come home...
Darling...I will repay your love somehow.

To All Those Nameless People I Know...

This post is specially dedicated to all those nameless people I know...

To the Lady with the White Hat...for her kindness and love for her friend...for having the will power to visit her friend who is in the hospital. This old lady has a very bad heart disease,but she travels everyday by bus...to see her friend and her friend is a very old man...a man who has a daughter who does not visit him even once a year.

And what is so striking about this very sweet lady is that she has taught me so many things...we spend talking in the bus station for about 10 minutes before the bus comes and we sit together and she tells me about all the things...the valuable lessons of life..I know not her name...nor does she know mine...she's got hair as white as snow...she wears a white hat...a typical english lady with a very sweet smile...and a good sense of humor...a lady who asked me if my girl friend would be jealous of her if she sat next to me...bless her...she is one person who makes this world a better place.

To the Wise Old Man whom I meet when I go for a cuppa in the local cafetaria. The man who has so many wise things to say...the man who expects nothing in return...but a man who is always ready to help see you through your tough times with the words of wisdom...to a man who was in love with his girl when he was out in the battlefields during World War 2. A man who loved his wife till she said good bye...and left for her heavenly abode... A man who still has a pair of wet teary eyes when he talks about his darling wife...who waited for him to come back from war...and they were married for 40 long years... A man who never forgets my girl friend...Thanks so much wise sir...

To the Lady who stopped the Bus for me...this one is for the old lady who stopped the bus for me...when it did not stop where it should have...I dont know where this old lady had the strength to do so...but she did...and I waved a thank you for her...But then...this is my tribute to her for her kindness to me.

The world is a sweeter place,only because of those very few nameless samaritans...who want nothing for themselves...but who have a heart big enough for others...

It proves the wise old saying...that A Stranger Is A Friend Whom You Never Knew...

How true.

Stuck In A Moment !

Am stuck in a moment that I really cant get out of. Its the moment when I last saw my darling baby one last time before I left India...I saw here walking so softly like a sweet angel...so so so so very beautiful...she had tears in her eyes and so did I...

I saw her through the rear view mirror of my car...That picture is frozen...in my memory...frozen in time...and I saw her till she disappeared...and I am still stuck in that moment...and I cant get out of it...Till I see her again...

A Reflection...

What would happen if the person you loved and adored left you forever...left you to a place much better than here...Left you for a place so far away from home...?

I happened to read a real life account of a person with no name...It is a blog I started to read of late and it is called Baghdad Burning... And trust me...I was reading this post from my office and I could not helping sobbing...It is simple and clear...and it makes me feel bad for all the people who are unjustly plucked off from the face ot the earth....

Here is the post...it is not mine...i have just copied what the authour has written in her blog...
A must read...and please take your time...also note how careful the author has been in not putting down the names of the people...Why should this happen...why cant she be in peace...this is the price we pay for war...

Thank You for the Music...

When I first heard about the abduction of Christian Science Monitor journalist Jill Carroll a week ago, I remember feeling regret. It was the same heavy feeling I get every time I hear of another journalist killed or abducted. The same heavy feeling that settles upon most Iraqis, I imagine, when they hear of acquaintances suffering under the current situation.

I read the news as a subtitle on tv. We haven't had an internet connection for several days so I couldn't really read about the details. All I knew was that a journalist had been abducted and that her Iraqi interpreter had been killed. He was shot in cold blood in Al Adil district earlier this month, when they took Jill Carroll... They say he didn't die immediately. It is said he lived long enough to talk to police and then he died.

I found out very recently that the interpreter killed was a good friend- Alan, of Alan's Melody, and I've spent the last two days crying.

Everyone knew him as simply 'Alan', or "Elin" as it is pronounced in Iraqi Arabic. Prior to the war, he owned a music shop in the best area in Baghdad, A'arasat. He sold some Arabic music and instrumental music, but he had his regular customers - those westernized Iraqis who craved foreign music. For those of us who listened to rock, adult alternative, jazz, etc. he had very few rivals.

He sold bootleg CDs, tapes and DVDs. His shop wasn't just a music shop- it was a haven. Some of my happiest moments were while I was walking out of that shop carrying CDs and tapes, full of anticipation for the escape the music provided. He had just about everything from Abba to Marilyn Manson. He could provide anything. All you had to do was go to him with the words,"Alan- I heard a great song on the radio... you have to find it!" Andhe'd sit there, patiently, asking who sang it? You don't know? Ok- was it a man or a woman? Fine. Do you remember any of the words? Chances were that he'd already heard it and even knew some of the lyrics.

During the sanctions, Iraq was virtually cut off from the outside world.We had maybe four or five local tv stations and it was only during the later years that the internet became more popular. Alan was one of those links with the outside world. Walking into Alan's shop was like walking into a sort of transitional other world. Whenever you walked into the store, great music would be blaring from his speakers and he and Mohammed, the guy who worked in his shop, would be arguing over who was better, Joe Satriani or Steve Vai.

He would have the latest Billboard hits posted on a sheet of paper near the door and he'd have compiled a few of his own favorites on a 'collection' CD. He also went out of his way to get recordings of the latest award shows- Grammys, AMAs, Oscars, etc. You could visit him twice and know that by the third time, he'd have memorized your favorites and found music you might be interested in.

He was an electrical engineer- but his passion was music. His dream was to be a music producer. He was always full of scorn for the usual boy bands - N'Sync, Backstreet Boys, etc. - but he was always trying to promote an Iraqi boy band he claimed he'd discovered,"Unknown to No One". "They're great- wallah they have potential." He'd say. E. would answer, "Alan, they're terrible." And Alan, with his usual Iraqi pride would lecture about how they were great, simply because they were Iraqi.

He was a Christian from Basrah and he had a lovely wife who adored him- F. We would tease him about how once he was married and had a family, he'd lose interest in music. It didn't happen. Conversations with Alan continued to revolve around Pink Floyd, Jimmy Hendrix, but they began to include F. his wife, M. his daughter and his little boy. My heart aches for his family- his wife and children...

You could walk into the shop and find no one behind the counter- everyone was in the other room, playing one version or another of FIFA soccer on the Play Station. He collected those old records, or 'vinyls'. The older they were, the better. While he promoted new musical technology, he always said that nothing could beat the soundof a vintage vinyl.

We went to Alan not just to buy music. It always turned into a social visit. He'd make you sit down, listen to his latest favorite CD and drink something. Then he'd tell you the latest gossip- he knew it all. He knew where all the parties were, who the best DJs were and who was getting married or divorced. He knew the local gossip and the international gossip, but it was never malicious with Alan. It was always the funny sort.

The most important thing about Alan was that he never let you down. Never. Whatever it was that you wanted, he'd try his hardest to get it. If you became his friend, that didn't just include music- he was ready to lend a helping hand to those in need, whether it was just to give advice, or listen after a complicated, difficult week.

After the war, the area he had his shop in deteriorated. There were car bombs and shootings and the Badir people took over some of the houses there. People went to A'arasat less and less because it was too dangerous. His shop was closed up more than it was open. He shut it up permanently after getting death threats and a hand grenade through his shop window. His car was carjacked at some point and he was shot at so he started driving around in his fathers beaten-up old Toyota Cressida with a picture of Sistani on his back window, "To ward off the fanatics..." He winked and grinned.

E. and I would stop by his shop sometimes after the war, before he shut it down. We went in once and found that there was no electricity,and no generator. The shop was dimly lit with some sort of fuel lampand Alan was sitting behind the counter, sorting through CDs. He was ecstatic to see us. There was no way we could listen to music so he and E. sang through some of their favorite songs, stumbling upon the lyrics and making things up along the way. Then we started listening to various ring tones and swapping the latest jokes of the day. Before we knew it, two hours had slipped by and the world outside was forgotten, an occasional explosion bringing us back to reality.

It hit me then that it wasn't the music that made Alan's shop a haven- somewhere to forget problems and worries- it was Alan himself.

He loved Pink Floyd:

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we
Had to run for shelter when the
Promise of a brave, new world
Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye. Goodbye.
(Goodbye Blue Sky - Pink Floyd)

Goodbye Alan...

The Boy Under The Apple Tree

I saw a boy sitting under an Apple tree. He looked so sad,that I could see that the tree was reflecting his gloom.

I walked up to him and sat beside him and asked him what was wrong with him.And he said he wanted to go home and be with the one he loves. It was a long story about why he was here...cos this apparently was not his home.I heard every bit if his story and I could help shed a tear.

He had crossed continents and flown over the seven seas. He seemed so tired and so sad. I asked him why he could not go home. He said it was not time for him yet. But he said...his home is where is heart is...and I did agree...

He said none can replace his special one...ever. And he wanted to hold this special person in a warm embrace.I agreed once again.

He was talking about someone who added colour to his life. I knew who he was talking about. But I could not say a comforting word. Because I knew how it felt.I stood up and walked my way home. But then,as I walked away...I left a piece of me behind,with the boy under the apple tree.

Love is not easily found,but when you do...you dont let go. I have found my true love...have you?

Now,All those who wish to make Poverty History...Join Me

St.Paul's Cathedral,London

True Love !

Some may say it is so unreal...
Some may call it's so artificial...
But if I say...its all I have to give...
Its all I Have,To share.

I wish I knew how much love to give
And how much to hold for now
I dont want to bore her...
I'm trying hard to say...I'm just being me.

But a sudden watershed of all that love...
I guess is just too much for her to believe...
But why,but why can's someone tell
that True love exists for real.

You know,true love does exist..it exists for real. But you realise it-only when it passes you by.

Give me a Jar !

I spoke to her last night...
It was so pleasant for me as always...but this time a bit more...
But when it was time to say good night...
Last Night I clutched the phone so tight,
thinking I clutched her hand so tight and
t'was like i was pleading her not to go...cos i really did not want to let her go...
But it was getting late for her I Know.

My Voice dropped and I Choked
I only wish she knew
That my love for her is True.

True love,I agree can confuse you
True love can seem so unreal...
I know true love can be Utopic...
But not so utopic for me.
I left a trail of destruction...This wicked,arrogant,selfish me
I was a ruthless,narcassist
idotic me.
But am not so anymore.

I now need a Jar to contain myself...
And all the love that comes out for her.
I know there's no one out there who really cares...
But no matter what...its always gonna be my sharmi that I truly care.

Bhagdad Burning...

Is that the best blog ever written?

Well that is what I said yesterday....today I am changing my statement as I stand corrected....

It did not win an award but it was nominated for the 30,000 Pound Samuel Johnson Prize for Non-Fiction...In Indian value the Prize money would be about 25 Lakh Rupees...
A huge prize for a blog about what is happening in your backyard... ; )

Baghdad Burning... The Best Blog Ever?

This is by far the best blog ever recognised world over and this blogger received a huge prize in cash for the best blog...

But then,what makes it the best blog is the writer's clear accounts and audacity in attacking the men who matter...I mean the men who dont matter any more...

Read the section about the Nominees for Best Actors..and she what she has to say about George W Bush...

I dont want to bore you with my rantings...so go ahead and read the blog which is a link to the right of this blog..on my side bar and it is called Baghdad Burning...

But let me sign off by saying what the author says...
... I'll meet you 'round the bend my friend, where hearts can heal and souls can mend...

My 50th Post...

This is my 50th post and what better is it if I dont dedicate it to the one I love...

She was the one who taught me what blogging is all about and she was the one who taught me what life is all about...
She was the one who showed me the way...
She is the one who leads me by my hand...
She is the one who smiles at me,when the whole world sneers...
She is the one who always stands by my side...

I have nothing in this world to offer her...
No diamonds or pearls would suffice for what she gave me...
I only have a heart full of love for her...its unconditional love for her...
No fine print,no ifs and no buts...
Its just love I give her...more love than she has ever felt or received...

I give her all my love and all I own...
And I will be there beside her to stay...
Through the rough seas and the still waters..
Through all clime and all seasons...
It is the leap of faith I took,
And I am gonna take her aboard my ship of life...
Till the day that I die...
Oh baby...I will love you till the very end...
And today I say again...
I LOVE YOU !

My Precious...

This is all about my dearest girlie...Do you know how sweet she is...she is so awesome...she did not know nor did she realise that she held my hand so tight and helped me climb from the valley of disfiguration to the mountain of transfiguration...oh what a wonderful thought it is to me...

And this gives me the impetus to breathe one more day...and live one more day...because every morning when i wake up..it is a celebration for me...because I am that much closer to seeing her again...

I sometimes feel like I am serving a long prison sentence...but the only difference is...I meet different people everyday...I go and visit different places but then am not able to see that special somebody..nor am I there to hold her hand and tell her I love her...nor is she around to give me a warm embrace when I am feeling so low...

She is a miracle...she is a shining star...and she is the comet which shines so brightly in the sky...

And everyday when I wake up...I look up into the sky...and I know that the same sun that shines on me,shines on her..and that is a great consolation for me...I smile and say...Hey baby...this sun will keep me going on...and it is a nice feeling...the same sky that shelters me,is the canopy above her head...and when I look up into the sky and see those million stars I have a very comforting thought,that the stars would be smiling upon her right now and would be kissing her good night...because I tell them to do so...night after night...

I wish she was here beside me right now...But I can tell you all now...that she is the light that leads me on...my lighthouse...when I am lost...

Thank You Baby for Loving Me...

Captain To The Rescue...

NASA always comes up with some good news...but this time around it has come up with some real bad news... It is something that can turn your tummy topsy turvy....

The Orbitting Eye in the Geo-Stationary Orbit has come up with startling evidence of a meteorite heading towards the earth...It is estimated to crash into the earth in the year 2019... and the picture released by the NASA is here below....





Now...this is indeed a disturbing news not just for us commoners but also for the ones who preserve the peace and quite of the earthlings...This is when the people around the world needed some super hero...NASA considered so many different theories on how to anihiliate the rogue meteor before it wreaked any havoc...

Everything came to dead end...And then they sent an sms via the good old RPG Mobile to Superman....But unfortunately though there was no network coverage in Planet Kryptonite. Batman said it was not a job for him...he was busy proving that he had no gay relationship with Robin.

Spiderman was too busy hanging upside down and kissing his girl friend who was stuck to his cob web for several days.

Now...Shakthiman could have been called to the rescue but then he had some problem with Hutch...Maybe NASA thought Shakthiman used Hutch....the fact is...he never uses Hutch...He Uses BSNL Mobile...

Now...NASA did not know what to do...that's when Shewag's mother called up NASA and said they could try Reliance users...and she said...Kar lo dhuniya mutti mein... It seemed like a good idea for the scientists who unanimously agreed on sending an SOS to all the Reliance Users...

But in another part of the world,oblivious to what was happening around him..our captain was trying desperately to get into his new pair of jeans...to impress the students of his college...and to show them he encouraged modern way of dressing...and he heard a buzz and it was his mobile vibrating like crazy.

He rushes to see if Rosa had sent him an sms...now dont ask me who Rosa is...to know more...read my previous blog on an all star cast movie...But then it was actually an MMS from President Bush... Bush was pleading for someone to save the earth... Now our super star kicks into action...he gets out of his jeans and dresses up for the occassion...His new blazers and boots...and rushes off in his private jet to DC...and then he is given last minute briefs...i mean briefings...cos he was already wearing his briefs...And off he goes streaking into the stratosphere...and then...a loud bang in the air...

By now the whole world is aware of what is happening and they send media men into space...Doordarshan,the first pay channel in the world*...is the first to catch the action live...And what they see is quite unbelievable...Its our Captain again and he gives one might kick that blows the meteor into pieces...And here is a never before released picture of our captain kicking some meteorite butt...

Hope we have our cappy to diffuse all the tough situations...

A video grab of Captain kicking the meteor to kingdom come...

* Doordarshan is the first pay channel in the world...They pay people to watch their programs...

An All Star Cast Desi Movie...

Well much has been spoken about Cab-tain...na...i meant Captain Vijayakanth...

But has anyone ever wondered if we make a movie as big as Titanic with an all star cast...thanks to my gf...I already have the screen names for Thigh-Tan-ic... Arrey yaar...it is the Indian vershun of the movie... Simbly matter...nothing else...

Now Jack is Rasa and Rose is Rosa...and Gap-tain is the Rasa we are talking about...I really don't know who Kiran is but if she is stunning...here we go..she will be our Rosa...

Location...definetly in my favourite place...off the shores of ECR. Now we want a big ship... Dont worrie...we will get some props from VG Pannerdas... I always tell this man that I will promote him and he aaaalways gives a prop with his picture on it... Now we can always use something to hide his face...it is the least of our worries...

Now...we also need someone to do the double for Kiran when she does the nude scenes... Are you thinging what i am thinging...(this is chennai tamil yaar...)...
Ummmph...Annnngh....back ground music for those steamy scenes...and in comes the nude double...Sha-keela...whoa....now we need some computer experts from the nearby pentamedia to morph the big figure to look like slim Kiran...we have the talent in Chennai to do it...I myself will call in a couple of pervert acquaintainces of mine to do it...

Now...where will Captain do his act...dont worrie yaar...we have an on board mattu vandi...courtesy Lalloo Ji who was so happy to give one of his Ferrari Styled vandi for the movie if we name one of the Characters Rabri...We had Manorama volunteering to act as Rosa's aunt and Manoramma took the name Rabri...

Now...as our hero Rasa is busy teaching Rosa some skills of how to be an expert Kuruvi Kaaran...He takes Rosa her to the lower deck of the ship and teaches Rosa to do some tappan koothu to the tune of rosa poo,chinna rosa poo...

And then...he teaches her how to spit Vethala paaku into the air...in comes a big gust of wind and paints our Villain Dummi(Sathyaraj) on his face...with all that red muck... Now is the time the story takes a new twist... The lovers are confounded...and Manoramma quickly hides her stash of Vethala pakku in her 19th fold of her saree...(why the 19th fold of her saree..)I'll let you know later...

And Rasa escapes...now Rosa has her mouth full of Red Vethala...and Dummi is staring at her...looking for an explaination...and he asks...in Engli-pitch..since he is a Software engineer from Payrika...i mean America...Who is he...? Who is he...?

Rosa cries...not knowing how to speak with all vethalai in her mouth..she feigns an attack of dizziness...and then the on board doctor is called... Enter Dr.Mathra Boodham...

Now,Dr.Mathra Boodham is clueless as to what happened as he is still dazed by what happened a few minutes back...he assisted in the first of its kind in the world...on board delivery...Kushboo giving birth to a 100 children at the same time...Her super star husband is super star Rajini Kaanth who is also the engineer of the ship...In a seperate interview to the press when Super Star is asked how it was possible...Our Super star says..." Naan Oru dhedava Matter paana,Adhu nooru dhedava pana madhri...".

Now this short circuited Dr.Mathra Boodham's brain who thinks he has to retire.But now when he sees a beautiful girl on the star board with something that looks like blood in her mouth... And when he also sees something red on Dummi's Silk veshti... He thinks it was a sexual innendo gone wrong and he takes Dummi aside and asks him in a concerned tone... What ya...what ya...what you did to her...? Dummi is now fuming...he says...Go ya...She take vethala...I come...She fall...I call you...Now What can I do...?

With all this mayhem...there is a huge explosion...and this is the pressure cooker in the canteen which explodes killing the Chef(Senthil) on the spot and his assistant chef Koundamani running all over screaming... aiyoo aiyoo...this ship Total Damage....

Now the Skipper of the ship Maddy is informed who says that this ship is like friendship...it is unsinkable...and he starts pole dancing...with his girl friend Jikki...

But then oblivious to all this is Rasa who is trying hard to cover the hole in the hull blown wide open by the pressure cooker explosion...

There is so much confusion everywhere... the passengers think it is tsunami and they start panicking...many jump into the murky waters of bay of bengal...and the cattamaran's rush to the rescue...No ice bergs here...this is new Thigh-tan-ic...movie is called so,solely for the sake that Shakeela reveals her Thunder-Thighs...

Now...when there are no adequate catamarans to save everyone on board...our mad skipper orders people to jump over board...Now our chief musician of the ship Vadivel the Rock star is asked to start the music... with our man singing and entertaining people with his daang daang daankey...udaaang daang daankey he is stumped for a moment...then he thinks hard and then he decides to give a very patriotic touch...and he orders his band of brave musicians to sing.... jana gana mana... The scene fades out there with the whole ship standing in attention and sinking into the horizon...

So what happened to the sad ending... Hmmm this is a feel good movie because the news is the box office likes only happy endings...so when the picture fades in for the last scene of the movie,Rasa and Rosa are making love on the sands of the ECR...amid a group of dancing men and women who appear to come from no where...as is always the case of tamil movies... ; )

My Elusive 365 - Part 2

This is a new addition... And this should be my entry number 129.

129. My Comet

Anymore....do feel free to send it across...

My Pink Petal...

There was a day when I was wandering as lonely as a cloud.I was so directionless in my life...not knowing what to do.Then I came across a very special someone...she was like this flower...a very beautiful flower...In the middle of the garden of eternal love...

What do i do to hold this beautiful person...I did not know.I was living a very disillusioned life...drowned in my own glory and self praise and ego and power.But this person was so unique....as unique as a lone flower in the midst of towering trees.This person was so very beautiful and not just that...this special person...this beautiful girl taught me so many things in life...

She taught me what it means to be a man.
She taught me what it means to love somebody.
She taught me what it means to be selfless.
She taught me what it means to listen...
She taught me how wrong it is to be proud...
She taught me what it means to speak the truth...
She taught me to let go of my ego...
She taught me face tomorrow...and to take on the challenges,with COURAGE...
She gave my life a meaning...and a reason to go on...
She taught me what life is...and she taught me that life had more to it than just having fun...
She taught me what it means to Kneel down in God's presence...
She taught me the Power of Praise...
She taught me what Hope is...
And she gave me hope to carry on...and a reason to look forward to a brand new day...
She gave me the courage to speak my heart out...
And this makes her so very special to me...
Because she made me feel so Special...
She gave me her strength and she was my support...And most of all she gave me her shoulder to lie on and cry...when I needed somebody...

What do I do to this beautiful person...
I would love her forever...I would be her Umbrella through rain or sun shine...
I would keep loving her...Till I cant love her enough...Till I cant love her no more...but even when I reach the other side of the bridge..I Will NOT stop loving this sweet li'l angel of mine...that I fondly call...sweet pink petal of mine..

The Secret Lives of Men in Power...

This is by far the best thing I am ever gonna say ;-)

Today I was in library as usual...and then came my good friend Marawa...now dont ask me why the name is so weird... Well we exchanged pleasantries and then we hit upon a conversation that turned out to be a very interesting one...

It was about politics...now I am not very much into politics...I usually call it the poly-tricks... But what I love is the scandals...of those big wigs who make news...and make it to the headlines almost everyday...

But then I would not like to be so ruthless to the contemproary politicians and so i'd rather talk about the ones who have left us all for their heavenly abode...

The conversation started with Hitler and with psychiatric illness...of course with my friend Marawa around...who is a psychiatrist...that would be the topic of conversation invariably...well did anyone know that Hitler suffered from Parkinson's Disease...The fact is...he did...and that is one big reason why he used to have tremors in his hands...

But at least that was a lot better than Benito Musslini...the big man who shook Italy...he was one of the biggest play boy politicians ever... sadly enough he was busted by partisans when he was fleeing with his favourite mistress...I do not wish to add a comment about his gruesome death...It can be depressing...

And the list went on and on but It would be wise of me if I press the profanity buzzer and censor the rest of the conversation because I do not wish to talk of any person who is living...Now...so a huge beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep....

And now back to the ones who are dead and gone...and this is the most interesting part...Now how many of you know about he disease Syphilis... well for those of you who do not know what Syphilis means...it is a Sexually Transmitted Disease...and it has got a lot of stigma attached to it...and here's the best part...But then before I go any further I want to have a small quiz...

1.Who was the 1st Prime Minister of India?
2.Who had a secret relationship and love affair with Lady Mountbatten that lasted for 10 years after she left India?
3.Who died of Syphilis?

The answer to all the above questions are one and the same....It is our good old Chacha Nehru...ewww....the 2nd one was bad enough..the 3rd...gross....

Now here is something that would top it all....

Did you know...our man...the Mahatma was a great sex expert.

In the 1920s, Gandhiji had started resting his hands on the shoulders of young women during his morning and evening walks. He affectionately called Manu Gandhi and other girls his “walking sticks”. The next step on the same road was his elaborate daily massage, performed by young women.

The massage was followed by bath with presence of a woman attendant almost essential. Sushila Nayyar was the usual fixture on such occasions. She would take her bath at the same time. On such occasions Gandhiji would keep his eyes closed to save him embarrassment. Gandhiji has given a graphic description of the bathing ritual in his own words after it gave rise to “bathing gossip” among the ashramites.

The further step on the road was the ritual of young women sleeping next to him, close to him, or with him. What started as a mere sleeping arrangement became, over time, an exercise to obtain the nirvana state of perfect brahmacharya. Gandhiji was brutally truthful about his “experiment”.

He shared information with his closest associates, knowing the world would come to know about it.

And in 1946 Mahatma Gandhi, publicly confessed that he had been taking naked girls to bed with him for many years--to test his mastery of celibacy.

Now...ain't this a juicy piece of information...

I still dont know why he is called The Father of our Nation... ; )

The Blow Fish...

I always loved the blow fish...it is such a cute fish...well it is as cute as any other fish in the world...but the best thing about this fish is...it blows up to an enormous size when it is provoked...

I have seen so many of these beautiful ones live,on TV of course.And the first encounter I had with a blowfish was when I was in my 5th grade when I saw a really small blow fish...lying dead on the sea shore...It really was such a beauty..even when it was dead...if you see the funny side of it...you would maybe laugh when i say it is like a fish with a very bad case of mumps...and a fish with a 48 hour stubble...because it has spiny thingies on its underside...

The next time I saw a blowfish....it took my breathaway...Because I saw a really huge blowfish...with spikes that were almost 6 inches long...and it was again a dead fish...But what made it so special was I saw this fish in one of the most beautiful places on the earth...Its the East Coast Road in a beach called the Pebble Beach... It is an awesome place to be....and an awesome place to visit...especially if you are in love... But the cherry on the cream cake was the presence of someone very special beside me... She is an epitome of beauty and knowledge...and I know it would be so much of an embarassment for this girl if I put her name here without her consent...Maybe one day when she reads this post...i would ask her permission to publish her name here...

But if she still does not realise who I am talking about...hmmm she is also the one who loves popsicles...and she is the one who was with me when a copper asked me what relationship I shared with her... ha ha ha...it was the scariest moment of my life... I almost wet my pants... Well...now why am I talking about Blowfish...i really dont know...But it was not the blowfish that made me feel so special...it was the person who was with me when i saw this blow fish...which made the moment so special...and also made me feel so special....

I simply looooooooooooove her....thanks dear for sharing that very special moment with me.

PS: Now if you did not like this blog....never mind...Just sit tight and wait for the next post...which can shock you...lol

Yesterday...

Oh,what a bitter-sweet day it was...I was out there...in the wide wild world of Property Hunting...It sure is tough to get into the property ladder in UK...was going about like crazy and was at my wits end...I only wished for a sweet shoulder to lie on....I very badly wished sharmi was beside me.

But then...I finally homed in on some houses that I thought would be good...as a starter home...and then I came back home...drained...And then I rummaged through the clutter...and was throwing away piles of paper that mounted on my table...who would need all that when the contents of it were in my head...Threw away all the papers I had taken as a print out of my research.Phew...it was tiring...Now if you are wondering where all that rain forest disappeared...dont look at me...

Then I came online and was chatting with my mom...and of all days...they HAD to do the maintainence work in the library yesterday...with all that drilling they did...I was at end of my tether...and then a ray of hope...My mom came online and so did my sister and my darling nephew Jeff....I was adoring this little bundle of joy who was streaking about in the webcam...And then they logged off...just in time for the greatest spectacle on earth...I got a text message from my gf...This is what is called as the height of euphoria...

I was squealing out in joy...the ray of hope...and I called her and we spoke for about an hour and a half and boy oh boy oh boy...it seemed like heaven....My gf never ceases to amaze me...and she is simply awesome...

And then I went back home all charged up to do the clearing up and then I slept at about 1 in the night...with sweet sweet dreams of her...

This sure is a beautiful world...live every day of it...and keep the faith...

My Elusive 365...

Well this is what I have been working on for the past few weeks…when I was travelling with my friend by car or by bus…. I was trying to get my magical figure of 365 and my magical 365 is a special collection of words of love that I would use,to call my dear love…one word a day…each day of the year…and I was pretty worked up about it…and finally I decided to put it down in black and white and only when I did that…did I realise that I was running way short of the mark...

Well it all happened last night when I sat up late in the night and wrote it all down in about 2 hours… I thought of just about everything...and was looking for some inspiration...

I have reached a total of 128 words…and it would last me for about 4 months at the max…now this is what I want you guys to do…

I urge you to add to this list and help me make it a magical 365…plus one for a leap year….and make sure you leave your name and the name of your special one too if you would like to…and let’s make this world a lovely place to live in…and hey spread the word around and pass some love around… (your contributions welcome....)

And here is my 128….its 128 and counting….

1.Chellam 2.Ma 3.Kuttima 4.Kuttu 5.Panju Mutai 6.Kadala Mutai 7.Darling 8.Honey 9.Baby 10.Mon Cher 11.Li'l Princess 12.Fairy 13.Queen 14.Angel 15.Snow White 16.Morning Star 17.Mayil Kutti 18.Rajathi 19.Sweetie Pie 20.Cup Cake 21.Doll 22.Cherry Blossom 23.Apple of My Eye 24.Cutie 25.Candy 26.Sugar 27.Honey Drop 28.Snow Flake 29.Dew Drop 30.Precious 31.Kili Kutti 32.Anil Kutti 33.My Ma 34.Strawberry 35.My Lighthouse 36.Gujili Kutti 37.Cherubim 38.Love 39.My Paradise 40.Ladybird 41.Butterfly 42.Honey Suckle 43.My Sunshine 44.Lily of the Valley 45.Gold Dust 46.My Pearl 47.Key to My Heart 48.My Soul 49.Kannu Kutti 50.My Breath 51.My Life 52.Treasure 53.My Pot of Gold 54.My Heartbeat 55.Sweetheart 56.Choco Pie 57.My Perfume 58.My Glitter Ball 59.My Pole Star 60.My Universe 61.My Lady 62.My Princess 63.Queen of My Heart 64.My Sheet Anchor 65.My Foot Hold 66.My Rock 67.My Tweety Bird 68.My Hope 69.My Shelter 70.Nightingale 71.My Hummingbird 72.Dream Girl 73.Wonderball 74.Fluff Ball 75.My Song Bird(Danse Danse...remember) 76.Senorita 77.Babloo 78.Rose Bud 79.Morning Glory 80.May Flower 81.Crystal 82.Jelly Bean 83.Joy Bell 84.Miss Bliss / Bliss Ball 85.My Myrrh 86.My Dove 87.My Beloved 88.My Stream in the Desert 89.My Oasis 90.My Snow Ball 91.My Swan Song 92.My Power,My Pleasure,My Middle Name 93.My Fortress 94.My Wonderwall 95.My Munchkins 96.My Dear One 97.My Eternity 98.My Soul Mate 99.My Better Half 100.My Pollen 101.My Pillar 102.My Nectar 103.My Bubble 104.My Bundle of Joy 105.My Beau 106.My Star Dust 107.Puppy Ma 108.Ammu Kutti 109.My Fragrance 110.My Satin 111.My Salve 112.My Truffle 113.My Pastry / My Pie 114.My Melody,My Song 115.My Shadow and My Shade 116.My Fur Ball 117.Sunbeam 118.My Passion and My Pride 119.My Sponge Ball 120.My Carnation 121.My Bluebell 122.My Coochie Coochie Coo 123.Gorgeous 124.My Amore125.My Eternal Flame 126.My Rainbow 127.My Diva 128.My One and Only Sharmi Ma

And the list is endless...do send in your words of love....

Another Happy Day...

I expected this monday to be yet another manic monday,what with all the work load and stuff that has been pending over the weekend...But then,to my utter surprise it rolled off without an incident like a well oiled bicycle...If it had been a friday i would have said...a well boiled icicle...

Anyways...I was on cloud 9 through out today as I met an old friend of mine...well he is old in the true sense of the word and he is pretty much like my friend though we meet only over a cuppa...anyways...he was asking me about my gf and it always sends me to a different planet...

And then I did send dear Sharmi a mail towards the end of the day...and then I came home...and when I came online I just checked my mobile only to see a very sweet message from my angel herself...and it was a sweet bear sitting on a park bench with a sweet message in tamil which roughly translates to...longing to see you... and when I saw that message,I was so thrilled that I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time...just that I did not know how to do it...and I did manage to call her and I spoke to her for a very short time,but it felt like an intra venous dose of morphine...it sent me high up into the clouds...I really need some help getting down.

A monday could not have a better ending than this... Sharmi is now preparing for her exams and so I do not wish to disturb her now.

And some news...last night I played host to my australian roomie and made him eat rice and sambhar and rasam...and mutta chops...(it means...egg chops...now dont ask me for its recipie cos it will take another half hour to type it all)...

I made it as mild as I can...and guess what...he really enjoyed it...and what's more...I taught him how to eat with his hands...and in the process I ended up eating with my hands...after almost nearly a year...and boy it was a luxury to eat with my hands...I did manage to snap a quickie and I will send it to those of you who want to see that picture...lol...

Nothing much otherwise...Just keep watching this space because I still have my write up on The Falling Man...pending though...It is about a documentary that I saw about the men and women who chose to jump out of the burning WTC on 9/11...it was a very poignant documentary...not for the weak hearted though...

More on that later...so just keep watching this space...and have a great week ahead all of you...over and out....

Chicken Vindaloo and Naan...

The whole of last week was simply awesome for me...I had treated myself to some chapathis and naan and chicken vindaloo...It was simply the best food i have eaten in ages...How i love the Indian Curry...

I still remember a the good old time when I was in India and was watching cricket at home and this was a match between W Indies and India and that was the time when the greats like Viv Richards were tormenting the other cricketing nations.

And this was also the time when India was slowly becoming a name to reckon...and the Windies were mercilessly beaten by the Indians and then there was this guy who i think must now be working for some big advertising giant...because he came up with a very nice quote for his banner...it just said...
Indian Curry makes Windies Worry !!! How true...it makes any non-curry eating nation worry...they end up with what is now called Delhi Belly... Curry is definetly for the weak at heart...and definetly not for the phirangs...

Tonight...i have a good ol' rice and dhal curry and Mulligatawny Soup. Well at least I would like to call it Rasam...

But if you are a connoisseur of food...ie if you are a Gourmand or a Gourmet and if you are dying to correct me about my blog on Mulligatawny Soup...save yourself the trouble because this is the difference i found between the real rasam and the mulligatawny soup...

Here is the Recipie for Mulligatawny Soup :

2 Tablespoons butter or olive oil
2 stalks celery, chopped
1 carrot, peeled and chopped
1 large onion, peeled and chopped
1 chile pepper, seeded and deveined (your choice: banana, poblano, jalapeno, habanero--whatever you can stand)
4 cups chicken stock
1/4 cup lentils
salt and pepper to taste
1 Tablespoon curry powder
1/2 cup coconut milk* or whipping cream
1-2 cups cooked rice (preferably basmati)
1/2-1 cup shredded cooked chicken (you can cook raw chicken in the stock at the start if you don't have leftover chicken lying around)
1/2 cup tart raw apple, chopped fine Garnish: spoonsful of extra cream or coconut milk--and minced cilantro or parsley.

Saute the celery, carrots, onion, and pepper in the butter at a low heat until the onion is translucent. Stir in the curry powder to blend and cook for a minute. Pour in the stock, add the lentils (and chicken, if it's raw), and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for 30 minutes.

While the soup is simmering, get the rice cooked (if it isn't already); likewise with the chicken. Then shred the chicken and chopped the apples finely. You don't need to skin the apples.

When the soup is done, season to taste with the salt and pepper, then puree, solids first, in a blender. Return to pot.

When ready to serve, bring the soup to a simmer and add the coconut milk or cream. Take the pot to the table, as well as individual bowls of warm rice (heated in the microwave, if necessary), shredded chicken, finely chopped apple, coconut milk (or cream), and minced cilantro (or parsley).

To serve, have big individual serving bowls at the ready. Spoon rice into each bowl (flat soup bowls are nice here)--then pile on a big spoonful of chicken and a spoonful of apple. Ladle the soup on top, then drip coconut milk/cream into the center and swirl--and sprinkling with fresh cilantro and parsley.
*If you can't find canned coconut milk in a Thai/Indian market or fancy supermarket, you can make it. Just pour some boiling water over fresh grated or packaged UNSWEETENED coconut. Let it sit for about 5 minutes, then blend in a blender or food processor and strain as finely as you can, pressing the solids hard before throwing them out. Add the coconut milk at the last possible minute because its distinctive flavor degrades quickly in high heat.

Bon Appétit

The Weekend...

It has been a dull week end for me...I was waiting anxiously to watch the Qualifier of the Malaysian Grand Prix and it was a big disappointment for me when I saw Schumi under perform in the Qualifiers and then he came back with a bang and took the fastest lap time...though not the fastest for saturday's qualifier it was fast alright...now..this is when i would start talking like a kid..maybe because I love Schumi...

Then,there was the dreaded rule that came into effect..if a driver were to change the engine then he would go 10 positions back in the starting grid and that was exactly what happened...he was 4th overall but then he had to move 10 places back and started 14th on the starting grid...it was pathetic to watch the man take the no man's land position..cos that is what i call that position..and it was the same with a few other big names like Coulthard and Jacques Villeneuve.

But then again..if you were following my blogs ever since i started blogging about F1 then you might as well recall the comment i made about team renault.
That is exactly what is happening now...with Alonso taking the podium on the first and the second races and Renault with top honors for the constructor's championship...I do not know what is gonna happen to team Ferrari...and if you do not know the results still,then here goes...Giancarlo Fisichella takes the 1st position and his Renault team mate Fernando Alonso takes the 2nd. The only bright spot being Ferrari's Felipe Massa started 21st on the grid and ended the race in the 5th position with team mate Michael Schumacher coming in the 6th position just 0.6 Seconds slower than him.

Michale's brother Ralf blew his engine in the qualifier and team Toyoto was contemplating on letting him take Trulli's second car but then he did manage to get on with the race with a new engine and started 22nd on the grid but finished a decent 8th in the race just enough to earn him 1 point.

Malaysian Grand Prix was a very big disapointment for all the Ferrari fans and though it was one of the toughest of the races with a very hot and humid race condition...it went off without any serious incidents...except for the qualifier blow up of Ralf's car. With the toughest of the races behind everybody's back...its a countdown to the Melbourne Grand Prix...But i would love to see Bernie and his track architechts design more true circuits* in the future...maybe we would have one in Bangalore soon...

* True Circuits are circuits which have High,Medium and Low Speed curves...if you did not know.

The Brits...Crazy Brits...

I wonder why...but ever since I set my foot down here in UK, i have been going ballistic about the Brits...UK is a really weird country. This is a country that hates the Yankee way...

But then,talk to any Brit and though they would say they hate the Yankees and the French...they would always book holiday tickets to the Big Apple or to Paris.

How hypocritic can the Brits ever get....The Brits would swear by their queen that they do not like US of A. But then they would secretly wish they had been in America...

The song they listen to...is from US of A, in fact the Chart toppers are always American Bands...and they watch only American movies...they eat Burgers,American Style....

But then the best part is...they would not say what the Americans say...What the Yankees call Fries...the Brits call Chips...and what we Indians call Chips...these Brits call Crisps...And what Indians and Americans call Pants...the Brits call Trousers...If you come to UK and say you would wear your new pants for your birthday party...then trust me...the whole of UK would come crashing down on you...laughing...because...pants here mean UNDERPANTS...

Now why am I cribbing about the Brits...because...they are so stupid... the only thing the brits love to do is gossip about friends,neighbours and celebs... In fact,Britain is bereft of the Prudes...and all we find here is a new generation of Tattooed,Drunken,Doped youth who thrive on vulgarity and profanity.

Even the Queen is immune to the whims of the new generation... All this country has to offer is Sleet, Frost, Snow and Hail.

If You are Irish...then you would love your beer and your horses and would go to Cheltenham for betting on horses...and down 10 Pints of Beer on St.Patrick's day..Which incidently was celebrated yesterday...

If you are a Scotsman...then you would love your Kilt and your beer again...

The common factor in British Isles is the Drink...no wonder UK has become the binge capital of the world...Mr.Blair,are you listening?

A view from my office window...

This is how it would be if the snow starts to melt...Isn't it Beautiful...

Spam Mails !

This post is all the poeple who send me spams...

It can be so annoying dont you think. I guess it is so much nice to have an inbox without spam.

There are so many things that I would like to say about the spammers. But then again,I feel that it would be wise of me to hold my peace...

The most oft repeated spam that lands up in my inbox is about Male Enhancement. I can't help laughing when I get a mail like this. Why would i be thinking about enhancement. I dont know if the spam mails i get are sex sensitive or if it is unisex...if it is unisex...i wonder what a girl would want to know about male enhancement.

It is a crazy world out there...If one of my spammers get to read this blog...then be advised that you are sending the ad to the wrong person. I am fully happy with my assets and I definetly do not want any sort of enhancements...If you think size does matter...then i pity you.

All men...who say they are happy just the way they are...send me a line...If you think the spams are for you...again let me know and I will be more than happy to send those spam ads your way...

Random Thoughts...

The other day I saw a movie and there was a line which went like this...

Winter must be cold
For those with no warm memories...

When i heard that...it felt like i was punched hard in the stomach...it hit me so hard...i dont know why...I was thinking of myself...well i am staying all by myself and this is my first winter for me in UK and i used to keep myself warm with the thoughts of my sweet girl friend in India...and trust me,it was the only thing that kept me going all through the grey wintry days and it still is the driving force for me...because i know that with every weekend that comes my way...i know that i am that much closer to coming home and hugging my girl friend with a hug that would last a life time...

I sometimes used to think of her and feel goose bumps all over my body and then i would drift off to a beautiful land with the picture of my girlfriend and myself hand in hand...only this time...i would not know where my fingers end and where hers start...I am madly in love with her...and I know she would know it one day...I know she can feel it now...and I know she would be sleeping like a baby now...my dear baby....sleep my angel...sleep on my angel...

What Can I Say...

I am now listening to James Blunt...the song is You're beautiful...I love that song...so much...dont get me wrong...am not much of a pop guy...but then everytime I listen to this song am reminded of my gf...she is such a darling...am thinking of her so much right now...I very much wanted to talk to her today but then she has got an exam tomorrow and so I dont want to disturb her...I loooove her so much...she is awesome...so intelligent...an amazing writer....and most of all...she sings so well...I still cannot forget the songs she sang for me...the french songs...danse danse and champs elysees...whoa...those were the best songs I have ever heard...

Anyways...it is time for me to say TGIF yet again and what a relief...not much happening this weekend except for the F1 qualifier tomorrow and the Race Day on sunday in Malaysia..and boy am I excited or what...

And my darling told me to do a bit of Blog trotting and guess what I did....I went ballistic..and commented on a few blogs...don't know if I did the right thing but then I feel a lot better...

And FYI i am so in love with Sharmi...

Which Way to Go?

This has been the biggest debate here in the UK...it is not about taking M4 to go to London or taking the M42 to reach the motorway. It is about the trend here in the UK...it is called the Outsourcing...

Well,I here quite a lot of people here cursing the services of the banks...the only thing they ever have to say is the accent that Indian Call Centre Executives put up to speak to the customers...
Ask any Englishman about his experience with tele banking and it would invariably end up on these white thorough breds cribbing about outsourcing...

I was a bit annoyed one day and that's when i decided i should try out the tele-banking and no offence meant to either HSBC or the Barclays my official bankers but then i was really surprised to see that my call landed once in Bangalore and on an other occassion it landed in Bombay. I dont remember which one but I found it extremely irritating when the guy who answered the phone was talking utter crap...it was nonsense of the highest order...when i mean nonsense...i do not mean the knowledge about the products and services...it was his accent. It was so heavily accented that i am sure if this executive were to listen to the recording of his own voice i am sure he would not have been able to tell what he spoke...I was fuming...and i was at the end of my tether...and i wanted to scream out and tell him to shut up but thankfully enough the conversation ended much to my relief.

Now i know what these thorough breds meant. I am not meaning to be rude here but i wish and hope the Accent trainers teach a neutral accent and not a combination of Irish,Scottish and Welsh accent. It is the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone...I wonder how we Indians mix all the accents together and give English a new twist.

And to add to the annoyance...these guys come up with the most outlandish names...Munnuswamy will become Sean, Karupuswamy becomes Cary and Kundalakesi becomes Britney.... And the best part is I have a Kandy ( pronounced CANDY ) a collegue of mine who's real name is Dr.Kandaswami.... I laughed my head out when i knew his true name... But then I wonder why these brits have to complain about outsourcing when they were the ones who started it all anyways...is it because they are no longer able to find some decent jobs..maybe true...but then...it was not we Asians who taught the Brit kids to go banging about like crazy when they are 11 or 12...We never taught the kids to waste money on Body Piercings, Booze, Dope , Weed, Condoms, Whores or Smoke... the brits have a raised a frightening new generation of unwed mothers who are addicted to drugs and alcohol, bizzare sexual habits and bizzare sexuality and i can see a whole generation wasting away...or should i say rotting away right in front of my eyes...

Vandalism and rougue behaviour is rampant and so is illitracy...and with the increasing number of the brits with literally no brains,I will not be surprised if the Asians take over Britain completely...

No wonder we already have ads on television that screams... Go East.... a comforting thought... but then....now...a big question from me to all you bloggers...what should a good Indian parent say to the kids... Go West or Go East ? If i were a parent...I would teach my kids to follow the morality and culture of India...which also answers the question partly....i would definetly say...Go East...and maybe the Village People should have sung Go East instead of Go West... but then what would you say...do let me know.

Getting High on the High Street...

Tuesday was a really pleasant day for me,not at work but when i was getting back home after work.
I went to the post office and was getting back home when i heard a group of young boys and girls singing Eagle Eyed Cheery's Save Tonight. It was such a pleasure to hear that rendition with nothing but strings,strings and more strings and few bongos and drums...I was stunned...trust me,a group singing that song was a lot better than a solo version. Boy bands...if you are looking for ideas on making cover versions...you better read my blog...

Now to something more serious.The notes of that song actually made me walk all the way up to the little group that had now managed to grab more attention from the weary men and women who till then did not know of the existence of humanity other than their own mortal bodies walking buried in thoughts and worldly woes.I went to a young man in the group and asked him what was going on and he promptly directed me to another young lady and i told her that i was a travelling journalist covering events and Bingo! I got what I wanted to know.

It was bascically a way of attracting people like me to visit the OXFAM Shop. Dont ask me more about Oxfam. Wanna know more about it then i would suggest you visit http://www.oxfam.org.uk/ and I am sure you will know more from this site...
And i was offered free coffee and chocos and biscuits but i had to gently turn them all down and I said I was there only to know more and not for any goodies... And then when i entered the shop there was this guy on the pedestal with an acoustic guitar and he was singing Bob Dylan's Hey Mr.Tambourine Man,so well that i forgot that Bob Dylan ever existed...and then a young man named Rocky Cheung made me a beautiful little bird with a strip of paper and that is what i call Origami...it was so sweet of him to have done so....

I then had to excuse myself and leave home,though i did it reluctantly. I was so much reminded of Sharmi but then I could not help it. It left me on an emotional high...

Anyways, I still cannot forget what I saw and heard on that tuesday evening and i would carry this picture in my mind for the rest of my life. There are more things that take me ona high and there is something i can never ever erase from my head and it is the rendition of a French Song by Sharmi and it is called er...i do not know...but it is has the words danse,danse in it and I can still hear her song every minute of everyday.... And if I can adapt Wordsworth's words from his poem The Solitary Reaper which would describe how I feel....here goes...

Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending;
The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.

It is how i feel when i think of Sharmi's song or the song I heard on the High Street.

If you have the talent in you...and if you have some friends who share your passion,come out my young friend,come to the streets and sing out loud and let the world hear you sing,because,YOU HAVE THE POWER TO TURN THE WORLD...UPSIDE DOWN!!!