My Love...

2006-07-08T16:30:00.000+01:00

Hotel Kerala-phonia by the Yeagles?

It is NOT a typo...it never is...
Hotel California is one of my all time favourite songs...it still is and it will be forever...in fact it is one song i learnt to play real well on my guitar before I broke my guitar in style...

But then what is here down below is something I am sure you will enjoy to the core...and well it is something for laughs...hope u like it all...am so sorry about the poor quality of the midi though...I could not get any decent background score to accompany this post and so please do not mind the jarring notes...

Now let me not take the thrill out of the song now...here goes...ladies and gents...this is Hotel Kerala-phonia... a great night out for our Nair...enjaaai...

On the road to Trivandrum

Coconut oil in my hair

Warm smell of avial

Rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance

I saw a bright pink tube-light

My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin

I had to stop for a bite

There he stood in the doorway

Flicked his mundu in style

And I was thinking to myself

I don't like the look of his sinister smile

Then he lit up a petromax

Muttering "No power today"

More Mallus down the corridor

I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace,

Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Any time of year

Any time of year (background)

It's infested here

His finger's stuck up his nostril

He's got a big, thick mustache

He makes an ugly, ugly noise

But that's just his laugh

Buxom girls clad in pavada

Eating banana chips

Some roll their eyes, and

Some roll their hips.

I said to the manager

My room's full of mice

He said,

Don't worry, saar,I sending you

meen karri, brandy and ice

And still those voices were crying from far away

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them pray

Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia

Such a lousy place,

Such a lousy place (background)

Such a sad disgrace

Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia

It is no surprise

It is no surprise (background)

That it swarms with flies.

The blind man was pouring

Stale sambar on rice

And he said

We are all just actors here

In Silk Smitha-disguise

And in the dining chamber

We gathered for the feast

We stab it with our steely knives

But we just can't cut that beef

Last thing I remember

I was writhing on the floor

That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,

I am sure

Relax, said the watchman

This enema will make you well

And his friends laughed as they held me down

God's Own Country? Oh, Hell!

2006-07-02T19:54:00.000+01:00

Schumi Stalemate...

It seems like ages ago when I actually started to blog...and here I am...after a real long break...

Actually,I was not in hiding...as many thought...lol...I was not hibernating as well...cos it is not winter now...in fact it is quiet on the contrary...the sun is baking me alive..

About the Schumi stalemate...the less said the better...because the more i think about it...the more irritated I am...one thing is for sure though...Michael is Now Not the Champion...and he has lost a very valuable fan...Me...

I came to a point where I stopped watchin F1 all together...in fact I put up my Silverstone ticket up for grabs on E Bay...and guess what...No one even wanted to buy it to add to my misery...

Alonso...my man...is gonna be the Champion of this season as well...and I am a new Renault-Alonso fan...if you think I am doing Schumi's image some damage do let me know and I am all ready to justify my actions....

2006-05-30T11:54:00.000+01:00

Long Time...

Hey hello and howdy everybody...(wel that is how I normally start my radio shows) it's been eons since I last posted on my blog and here I am...

A belated mother's day wish to all those lovely mothers everywhere...including my very own...it also goes out to those new mothers and the wannabe mothers...

Father's day is round the corner...and I aint a father yet...let alone being married...which also means I am very much single...but not ready to mingle...cos I'm already taken...lol...

Lots to say..lots to write about...
So watch this space for the following write ups...
a) The Falling Man ( which is still very much pending)
b) The F1 Stalemate ( i don't think i will write much anyway...as Schmi aint on the top anymore...which means my Silverstone ticket is up for grabs on E Bay)
c) Something mello and romantic...the title for which is still undecided...
d) Snow Drops (a must read if you are looking for something inspirational)
e) And a very special dedication to all those sweet fathers on Father's Day.

So people...do stay in touch...and keep those comments coming in...Not sure what you would want to say for this post though....

Over and out...

2006-05-14T18:52:00.000+01:00

Mother...Isnt She The Most Beautiful Person In This World...

She is so beautiful...so much adorable...

She has a child inside her...

A new Life...A young life...A life which is part of her own...

And then a life is born...

A life so tender...so innocent...

But a mother is there to care for the little one...so serene...so loving and so full of care....

She loves the child..more than she loves herself...

She is a picture of sacrifice...

She protects and provides...she is all that the little baby knows...

For the baby...the mother is the only world it knows...

For the mother,her baby is the whole world to her...

As the baby looks into her eyes...

They fall in love with each other...

The mother churns out all her love...her affection...her tender loving care...

They are twain but their heart beats as one...as the baby becomes the apple of her eye and the baby knows that it could sleep with no fear...

Because the baby knows...that there is someone...to care and protect...oh what a great feeling it is....

Someone to hold...and never let go...someone who would watch its every move...and kiss and caress it...

And to provide and to protect.....

Till the day you would only see the laughter...

Till the day you see the love in the baby's eyes

Till the day you feel the warmth of the baby's love...

It is so wonderful to be a mother...

It is a feeling that every girl must go through...

It is such a blessed feeling...

A feeling that every girl would treasure till her end...

It is such a beautiful feeling to have the baby sleep in your arms...

It sure is so beautiful to be a mother...

God Bless all those mothers...for all their love...their undying love...

2006-05-14T15:46:00.000+01:00

Does Power Come From The Barrel Of A Gun?

Does Power Come only from the barrel of a gun...?

When was the last time humanity saw someone give Peace a Chance?

When a man takes a gun...he does not take the gun to make peace...he takes the gun to make war...

Why does he take the gun...?

Is it to love?

Is it to spread kindness...?

But he takes it...only to terrorise...to wound...to maim...to kill...

Does the man who fires the gun know the pain...

Does he know...how it much it hurts...to lose a loved one...

He fires the gun that leaves another broken heart on this earth...another mother who has lost her son...a lady who has lost her love...a girl has lost her brother...and a baby has lost its dad...

Why do we hate our fellow men...why do we take up the gun to make peace...Is real power only in the barrel of a gun...? Does not love hold its sway on us men anymore...

Another family torn..another broken home...another tear shed for another man who bites the dust...

Now when is it going to be your turn?

Why dont we stop making this beautiful world into a killing field...let us stop...NOW.

2006-05-08T20:21:00.000+01:00

Harvard Reading Test

Take a few minutes to try this, you may be surprised by the results.
This was developed as an age test by an R&D department at Harvard University.
Take your time and see if you can read each line aloud without a mistake.
The average person over 30 years of age can't do it!

1. This is this cat?
2. This is is cat?
3. This is how cat?
4. This is to cat?
5. This is keep cat?
6. This is an cat?
7. This is old cat?
8. This is fart cat?
9. This is busy cat?
10.This is for cat?
11.This is forty cat?
12. This is seconds cat?

Now go back and read aloud the third word in each line from the top downand I bet you can't resist telling your friends about this...

2006-05-06T16:22:00.000+01:00

Cooking Tips From Ben's Kitchen !!

Hiya guys...more cooking tips from me...

Cooking Okra

Well there are quite a lot of things you can do with Okra...
Before I go any further let me tell those guys who do not know that...okra is also known as...Lady's Finger...I dont know why they call it lady's finger anyways..cos it is no way near the softness of a lady's finger...at least not my lady's finger...

Well...cooking okra can be a bit of challenge...though you can make curry with it or you can make a good side dish with okra...and if you are considering a side dish...these are some tips you can use...

1. Make sure you buy the okra's which have a very fragile tip...try to break it and if it does then it will make cooking all the more easier...because it means it is tender...
2. Cut the okra into nice small pieces and before you cook...microwave it for about 1 and 1/2 mins and then it would make it all the more soft...it would also reduce the cooking time considerably.
3. And finally if you find that it is slimy while cooking add 1 finely chopped tomato and it would take the slime away...dont ask me how..but just be advised that it works really well.

Now,some call it the Egg plant...

And the others call it Aubergine....

But no matter what they call...it all means the same...it means...Brinjal...

And you can also chop the Brinjals and soften it up by putting it in the microwave for 2 Mins...and Voila...it again reduces the cooking time for the brinjals drastically...

And finally...if you looooove Bitter Gourd..(jus like me) then you can cook a nice side dish for your dhal curry or curd rice or even rasam....

And again to reduce the time it takes for you to cook Bitter Gourd...chop it finely and microwave it for 3 Minutes...

Hmmm,now that I have given you some simple tips...go and start Cookin...

2006-05-06T16:15:00.000+01:00

My Elusive 365 - Part 3

130. Munchkins 131. Honey Bunny 132. Sunbeam 134. Baby Bug

More such names welcome...

2006-05-03T20:35:00.000+01:00

Why God Gives Us These Special Children...

God gives us these children because these are God's Special Angels...Those Gentle Angels-the special ones...the angels that God held so close to his heart...with so much of love...

So if He has given such an angel to you...It is because God has been looking for someone who could give as much love and care as he does...

He has been looking for a safe pair of hands all this while...and now he had given this angel to you for safe keeping...

So it is God who has chosen you and also these angels have chosen you..to be their mother and father...Because it knows all too well that only you can love and care as much as God does...

Because this Angel knows that you can protect it from all the others...protect it from all harm with your loving arms around it...

Just look into those beautiful eyes...and see what it tells you now...Just see how it asks you for your love...your care...your tender touch...

For your attention...for your unchanging love...

For you to hold it high up above...in the air...and tell the world how much you love her...

For you to sleep by its side...For you to keep her from the trials and the turmoils of the world when it sleeps by your side...

For you to keep her protected from the people who have no love...

This angel has chosen you Because it knows that you will treat it gentler than the petals of a rose...

This angel knows...that you love her...though you tell the world that you dont...Your heart cries with her when she cries out in hunger...You yearn for her love as much as this angel yearns for yours...Dont let the time go by....Hold her when you still can...

Hold her close when she is still around..Cos you dont know how much you will miss her when she's gone...So dont shed a tear...Dont hate her...She is just a bundle of love...So just go back to your darling angel...Wrap her in your arms..Give it a great big hug...

And say I Love You...

2006-04-27T20:22:00.000+01:00

SILENT SCREAMS...

How would you feel -
If you were put in a claustrophobic little room,tied upside down by your belly and filled with water till you cant breathe no more...It is dark inside-no where to run,no where to go.

And then it happens. Somewhere from the darkness,something comes up.It first touches you to see if you are still alive,still breathing,still kicking about.

And then it does something a bit more.It works its way to your muscle- And starts tearing you apart...limb from limb,sinew from sinew...while you still are breathing,kicking and screaming- Screaming for help.

But...
No One is going to rescue you. The sharp knife leaves nothing to chance.

It tears you...it claws you...it rips you open...And it still does not stop...And before you know...it goes straight to your head- it churns and then it crushes..till you can scream no more....

You were there all the time...shouting out loud...for somebody to hear you...shouting out for somebody to help you...you screamed your lungs out....
But there was not a single soul to hear you scream...Your Silent Screams...

Mother let me live...
Dont let me down today...
Mother let me live...
I want to live today...
Mother you will see...
When you look at me...
that when you hold me in your arms...
You'll fall in love with me...

2006-04-26T21:19:00.000+01:00

Act Fast...For The Time Is Running Out...For Our LOST GENERATION!!!

This is something that Sir Cliff Richard said

When Sir Cliff Richard went to Bangladesh he was visiting one of the most run down village hospital ever…

He was standing and watching a nurse attend to a man who was dying…

She asked him…
“Sir…Do you know how to administer an injection…?”
Sir Cliff Answered on the negative for which the nurse replied…” then why are you standing here and wasting your time…Go back to your country and do what you are good at doing…and don’t forget to spread the word around…about the dead and the dying”

A very plain and an outright answer…but it shook Sir Cliff…In all his life,he has never heard anyone speak to him like that before…

He later went on a trip to Calcutta to meet Mother Teresa…She was in her usual best…attending to the worm infested wound of a leper…not once flinching to see who was standing beside her…for her…no celebrity is great…for her…no human is great…

She then took her own time to have a friendly chat with Sir Cliff…And she spoke at length on what each of us could do…

And when Cliff Richard was on his way back home to England…he told this to a reporter who was travelling with him on the plane…

“I hate to think.. and shudder at the thought that every time I refuse to take food on the plane…for the sole reason that it did not suit my standard…there is a child dying of starvation…in a country over which I am flying right now…” A meal that would have meant a whole world of a difference to an entire family…

I hate to say this but I share the same sentiments of Sir Cliff Richard.

Last year…at the Live 8 concert…as I was watching it all unfold in front of my eyes…Sir Bob Geldoff…brought the whole world to a silent moment of reflection…He asked each of us to raise our right hands….A million hands went up…all over the world… and we were asked to snap our fingers…for every 3 seconds a child was dying of starvation in Africa….

And what are we going to do about it…what are we doing to save the next generation…

What are you doing to help the cause…

We have it all and yet we complain…but some where out there…there is a little one…a child…a poor hungry soul…looking out for someone to give it JUST ONE MORSEL OF BREAD…just one morsel…and just one drop of water…just one second of mirth…

All they want is just one moment of our time…
Just one moment...of our precious time…
Just one moment of our infinite lives…

Do We Have The Time…

To Make A Change?
To Make A Difference…?
To Make Someone Live?

Do We Have Just Moment…to say we care Before It Is Too Late?

Think About It!!!

2006-04-26T20:40:00.000+01:00

Life...

It is always so difficult to describe what life is...I would say...it is a struggle every day...A fight to live...A fight to survive...

Some may accept this as a fact...and many deny...But then...at the end of the day...it is clear...and it is there for all to see...

I know a man who talks to me when quite often.I meet him over a cup of coffee...he is a treasure trove of knowledge.

This is what he told me...Life is a struggle...it is a constant fight...of the good and the bad...and even the ugly...

Sometimes the good win...and many times the bad prevail. But we must never let it rule our senses.

How true.

Now here is something I would say about myself.
I am soft and mushy on the outside...and all scarred on the inside...many times...i found that I was beaten with a stick when I should have been led by a carrot.

Everyday was a struggle. A struggle against the odds. A struggle against something unknown. A struggle to know what the tomorrow would be like.

But I would not and never will let it defeat me. I would not let it rule me. I would not let it take control of my senses and my emotions. I take a step further...every time i fall. I would then smile...I would then laugh. I would not let life demoralise me. Most of all...I keep the faith.

How many times have you let your ownself down...How many times have you let others tread upon you...How many times have you let others jeer you and comment about you. How many times have you let yourself take the beating...when you could have stood up to defend your ownself...

How many times did you believe in your own strengths when you could have let the Supreme Power take control of the situation.

Dont give up people...dont give up my friend.
If you want to live...then learn to fight...
If you want to live...beat the odds.
If you want to survive...then stand up tall and give a broad smile...
If you want to survive...laugh through your tears....
If you want to live...then learn to love

And most of all...Kneel down and let Him take control...

2006-04-25T20:42:00.000+01:00

Oh Baby...How Do I Tell You...
How Much I Love You!!!

As I sit and think of you…the wind whispers your name as the world stands still…
There has been no one who has touched my heart so much
No diamonds…
No treasure….
No pearls…
Can hold my fancy.

No name…no fortune…
No amount of wealth can bring a smile on my face.

But One moment of my life with her…
It can never equal the joy she brings me…

As I sit on the shores to see the breaking waves…
I look out across the sea…across the waves…
And I feel your love as it is carried across the waves
And as my love for you over flows…
My heart is filled with Joy.

The tears of longing ease their way down my face…falling to the ground
My love for her….takes the wings of silver…
As I send it over the oceans and the valleys and the mountains..

And as I lay low…and Kiss her…
I can her, in all her beauty and splendour…
As I kissed her On that beautiful December Evening On the shores beyond the Casuarinas….

I have never seen someone so beautiful..
More beautiful than the Tulips…
Yet more simple than the color that fills the evening sky…

So serene…like the wind that caresses the face on a cold spring morning
And yet so loving like a Robin...holding its children across its breast…

So kind and so soft as the petals of roses…
She rules my senses…
She rules my thoughts..

Sometimes I feel…
If I have enough love to shower upon her...
Sometimes I wonder
If I can fill her heart with mirth…
Sometimes I wish…
I knew how to love her more and more…

I love her now and forever…
I love her eternally…
I love her with all my heart…
I love her and I always will from the day I say I Do to the day I Die

Sometimes I wish
I had known her from the day I was born…

But she is my angel…and this is I Know…
When she asks me what I am thinking right now…
There is only one answer I would tell her so…
Oh my butter cup…I Can Never Stop Loving You…

2006-04-25T19:06:00.000+01:00

This Is What I Call A Comeback!!!

Well...I would not be doing any justice to my dear Schumi if I do not let you guys know how happy I am now...

Well...the weekend could not get any better...

Hmmmm...I really did not want to comment on weekend race...because how ever hard I tried to think that Schumi would win...he would fail...miserably...

But then...Imola...what can i say about the race track...it is the only track that is made for Ferrari conditions...but then...Alonso the reigning champion was so keen to retain his title that he never let Schumi and Ferrai take the Podium this season...And Renault at the top of the Constructor's Table...Ferrari had to do something miraculous...and I almost gave up all hopes of supporting ferrari...and Schumi...

Besides...with the rumour bubbles breaking the surface about Schumi quitting at the end of the season I was in no mood to watch the Race...

But the Qualifier was a real cracker with Schumi making the fastest lap ever...I was thrilled...but then my old fears haunted me...It happened at the start of the season but Schumi never hit position 1 and so I was waiting with anticipation on Race day...

Race day proved to be a real hit even though the Sting of Imola race track was removed with a tight curve made blunt by a chicane,there were some real close calls and some action....

Ide flipping Webber's car...it's been ages since I saw a F1 car turned upside down...and the safety cars had to be called in...and Montoyo's Crew(read lolli-pop man) messing with his refuelling...which cost him his podium...but he did some good to get some championship points finishing the race in a miraculous 4th place...

But then to top it all...no matter how ever hard the Renault Race Director tried to get Ferrari by the 2 stop strategy,failed miserably this time with my man Schumi taking the chequered flag....much to the thrill of me and million other Ferrari Fanatics...

Congratulations Schumi...You Still Are the Champion!!!

My Steamin' Cooker!!!

2006-04-23T16:57:00.000+01:00

Hey there people...how are you doing every one...

I dont know why I did not think of this earlier but then here are some cooking tips for everyone...to all those not so gifted women...(am I being sexist here...but then,I also know that not all women know how to cook...lol) and to all those poor guys like me...who are stuck in some stupid country other than India...well I will be posting some tips for cooking and kitchen tips..that you can use...

Well...now that we know what's coming...let me start with some authentic Chennai Sambhar...(dhal curry if you are from North India).

I already posted a recipie for Mullagutawny soup earlier...but now...am gonna give some tips on a regular basis...

Ingredients:

Thoor Dhal or Thuvaram Parupu : 1/4 Cup
Onions : 1/2
Tomatoes : 2 Numbers
Chilli powder
Turmeric Powder
Cheeragam or Jeera
Curry Leaves
Corriander Powder
Tamarind : 100 Gms or 1 Tablespoon of Tamarind Paste
Drumstick or Murungakkai
Garlic : 2 or 3 Pods
Mustard
Green Chilli : 2 Numbers
Sunflower Oil : 2 Tablespoons
Salt
Asafotida

And most important of all...you need a cooker and a heat source...

Now...it is so simple to do it so try it out right away...

Wash the Thuvaram Parupu or Thoor Dhal and put it in the cooker...Pour at least One and Half Cups of Water.

Now...add some small onions...or diced big Onion and cut Tomatoes to the Thoor Dhal. Then add some Murungakkai and a Pinch of Turmeric Powder and Cheeragam and pods of Garlic and 2 Green Chillies slit in Half.

Now...let the whole mixture cook in the cooker of course for 10 Minutes...

Now...with the whole thing ready...take a Kadai and add 2 Tablespoons of Sunflower oil...let it heat up...Now add a teaspoon of Mustard and let it all explode...Now add some diced onions and Curry leaves....

When the onion is golden brown...add the mixture from the cooker...
And add the other condiments...Some Chilli Powder and Corriander Powder.

Also pour some water if you want it to be of a thinner consistency.

Now..when the sambhar starts to boil...add the Tamarind Paste and let it boil...Add Salt and also a pinch of Asafotida to taste.

Your very own Sambhar is ready... Bon Apetite...

Important Tips...

1. To enhance the taste you can use Coconut Oil instead of Sunflower Oil
2. Depending on your taste...you may add other finely cut vegetables like carrot and beans or cauliflower.
3. Always wear a vest or an apron while adding mustard to the hot oil...You dont want hot oil spills on your tummy...do you?
4. And if you have a heat or a fire sensor in your kitchen..make sure all the windows are open because it can get hot or fumy.

* That is the picture of my good old prestiege pressure cooker steaming away...with all the good ol' ingredients inside...

My Butter Cup...

2006-04-21T19:48:00.000+01:00

Right Now..

I wish i could go back to the time I was with her...on the beach...
She was so beautiful...so pretty...she was feeling so free...
She seemed one with nature...
She seemed one with the wind...
She seemed one with the waves...

I still remember the moment she drew a very big heart...
On the sands on the shore...
On the sands of time...
On the walls of my heart...

I saw her clothes flutter in the wind...
I saw her laugh...
I saw the smile on her face...
It looked so bright...
And so radiant than the sun...

I Hugged her...I hugged her so tight...
A hug which was meant to say I LOVE YOU...
A hug which was meant to say I would be there for her...

It was an eternal hug...
And eternal embrace...
She was so warm...she held on to me so tight...
As I kissed her...
And as my lips touched hers...I could feel her heart beat in mine...
I knew then...that she is The One...
I knew then...that very moment that she is the one I would live my life with

She's the one I would share my life with...
She's the one I would live and die for...
She left her scent on my body...
So that when I am tired and weary...her fragrance would refresh me...
She spoke with her eyes...
She spoke with her heart...
She spoke to my soul...
She was the Queen of the Moment...
And now..she is the Queen of my heart...

I Miss her Now...but I Know that when I come back running into her arms...
She is gonna embrace me and never let me go...
And I would embrace her...and never let her go...
And I would breathe for her...
My heart would beat for her...
My blood would flow for her..

And I would hold her head on my shoulder...forever...
Till the evening is Nigh...And I would still keep loving her...
Till I see her on the other side of the Bridge...
Till the time we would enter the pearly gates together...Hand in hand
The day when I would not know where my fingers end and hers begin...
Oh my darling baby...My butter cup...

I Love You.

Hmmm...A Much Needed Break!!!

2006-04-20T08:17:00.000+01:00

Hello All Ye Old Faithfuls of Blog-o-sphere...
How are you al doing?It was a long break I had for Easter and I was out to Manchester...
Had lots curry and Biriyani....and lotsa fun shopping and ended up watching Ice Age 2...A feel good movie and a real nice one...only wished Sharmi was beside me when I watched it.

Some Good news though...
1.The patient who went in for Biopsy testes negative and I am so happy for her.
Thanks Sujay for your words of support

2.Tom Cruise was blessed with a Baby Girl and he has named her Suri..which i guess is Hebrew for Blessing.

The disgusting part though was he was planning to eat his wife's placenta...ewwww...He is taking love to new heights...

3.The Queen is Celebrating her 80th Birthday tomorrow? Well it is a query because i really do not know her age..and it is not a holiday for us...too bad...

And Some Bad News...
1.Rapper Proof,one of the singers of D12 was shot dead by an unknown guy in a pub following a wordly duel. He was 32.

He was also Eminem's Best man for his wedding.

Hmmmm...I am in no mood to add more bad news...So will log out now...more to come so keep watching this space...

Cheerio...

Am I Telling A Lie?

2006-04-12T08:21:00.000+01:00

There is this sweet patient of mine...A very sweet lady...with a smile in her face and a kind word in her mouth and a very welcoming heart.

One day she called up to cancel her appointment and as she was talking she broke down...I aksed her what was wrong...

She said she had a lump in her breast and she was called in for a biopsy...I was taken aback...I said to myself...Oh No...Not for her...Please God No...

She is a very nice lady...but she has no kids...She has a very beautiful house...the pictures of which she brought in one day to show me...Though we are supposed to maintain our professional ethics when we interact with patients...I am not one of those tight lipped guys...I would sit with the patients and talk with them...about anything under the sun..after all...we are here to help...and we are not doing any business with anyone...

And though I am here to treat her...She considers me as her son...because she is more than twice my age and she would always call me with such sweet names...

But now the news is making me break into cold sweats...

And then I saw her the next day...she walked in to say hi after her biopsy...
I put my arms around her shoulder and I said everything will be fine...But deep down inside I knew I was lying...what if her biopsy results showed that everything was not alright...

Did I lie to her...?I am so stuck with this thought...
Do I have to say this? Did my words ever make a meaning in her life...at her state..?
How would I feel if I had to go for a biopsy and someone said it will be alright...?

Did I Lie To Her?

My Consolation...

2006-04-11T20:20:00.000+01:00

Well Well Well...
Last Night I spoke to my angel...
And I did chat with her...
It felt so heavenly...

I dont have any words to describe how i felt when I was chatting with her...
And...One thing I have learnt though..that no matter how long it takes...this love only grows stronger by the second...It is so strong now...that even if this whole world is destroyed...my love for her will hold the world together in its power of gravity....a force of gravity call the Gravity Of Love.

And my love for her will live...Forever...

And I Go to bed tonight with a very sweet consolation that the moon that shines above my head tonight...is the same moon that would kiss her...tenderly on her forehead...

The moon that shines its light inside my room...is the same moon that would make her hair shine like silky strands of cotton...

The same sky that is over my head forms a canopy of protection over her tender body...

The same stars that shine on me..are the ones which twinkle over her night after night...

The air I breathe is the same air she breathes...

The same force that holds the world together...Holds me and her together...
This is the Gravity Of Love...
The Love I have not known till now...
The Love that I am not gonna let go of...The love that can never be replaced...
The Lady is Mine...
The Lady is Sharmi...

Good Night My Angel...Sleep Tight for the morning is Nigh...

Today...

2006-04-10T19:47:00.000+01:00

Today was a bitter sweet day for me...
I had a nice start to a monday but then one of my patients almost ruined it...He was late for the appointment and he started to blame the admin staff for being unkind and not so considerate.

Well...it totally put me off...I was visibly upset because he was fixing the blame on my collegues for no fault of theirs...

It is so weird how simple things in life could be solved without losing temper but people still lose it...I was feeling so upset...I wanted to discharge this patient right away...I did not want him under my care...but then...I held on to my cool...

I sometimes keep thinking why I am here...I sometimes wish I could run to my Sharmi...but I cant do it,can I? Am more than 5000 Miles from her...It is only her thought that keeps me going on...

I have become so weak without her...I was so strong when I was in Chennai...I always had this thought at the back of my head that I could see her when ever I wanted to see her...and it was a comfort I took for granted...I never realised how tough life would be without seeing her...

She is so sweet...and so practical...
She teaches me a valuable lesson each day...She teaches me something new each day...

Yesterday she taught me something so simple...and yet an impeccable truth of life...

She said..."It is always nice and better to leave the kitchen a little hungry".

How true...She gives me the courage and strength to go on...
She taught me and still teaches me patience....
She listens to me when I need somebody to listen to me...
She gives me hope...
She gives me joy...
And at times she surprises me with something so sweet...a kind word...a sweet word...a touching word...a loving word...
She is the reason why I am marching forward to fulfill my dreams..
She is the reason why I am holding on to my dreams...
I wish I could tell her this...
I wish I could tell her how much I love her..
I wish I could show her how much I love her...
I wish I could show her what she means to me...
But I WILL let her know when I see her again...
I know I WILL...

I Know she will be sleeping now...like an angel...
I want her to know that she is the angel on my shoulder.

Good night my darling baby...
Just wanted to tell you I love you...and I always will...This I Promise You...

Just For Laughs...

2006-04-09T19:58:00.000+01:00

If Tamil Nadu had only Tamil Medium Schools the fate of the Baa Baa Black Sheep rhyme...

Baba karuppu aadu panju kkeedha.
Kkeedhu machi kkeedhu moonu moota.
Oru moota annachikku,
Oru moota thangachikku,
Oru moota machanukku dho kkeeran paaru!!!!

2006-04-08T19:18:00.000+01:00

The New World Order?

Well...I dont know what to say about this though there are so many things I could say...

We have no love for a person who is sitting next to us...or we have no love for our neighbour...

We live in a free country but the Big Brother is always watching us and all that we do.

We dont stop to stand and admire the beauty around us.

We dont have time for our loved ones.

We dont think twice about eating food that is fast but not healthy.

We dont think twice about polluting our environment.

We dont think twice before we say an unkind word.

We dont think twice before we say something bad about someone we know.

What has become of us humans...

Why do we rush after money

Why do we say Time is Money...

With all things happening around us..we have alienated ourselves from the rest of us...

We Talk but we dont Communicate....
We Hear but we dont Listen...
We Laugh but we are not Happy...
We Love..but we dont Love our Neighbour.
We Live a Vain life...Where are we going...

Why cant we give Peace and Love a chance...

Well...here are somethings you should know...and should follow...

Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
Marry someone who loves to talk to you. As you get older you will know what I mean.
When you say, "I love you", mean it.
When you say, "I'm sorry", look the person in the eye.
Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
Smile when picking up the phone.The caller will hear it in your voice.
And never forget to pass on a good deed...You never know when it will come back to you...

2006-04-07T20:36:00.000+01:00

Yesterday...

Yesterday...I was with one of my patients and this is one patient I really did not like...she was grumpy and she always had something to complain about...

I always would leave her sitting in my cubicle and would let someone take over...Because she is the one who would always want a follow up treatment and when I fix an appointment for her...she would come back saying she never felt any better...

But yesterday...I dont know how but I was casually asking her a question...hoping she would give me an answer me and that I could discharge her...but then..she said...she was feeling unwell...ever since her husband died...And as she said that...she had tears streaming down the sides of her face...

I paused...I did not know what to say...for the first time...I sat beside her...I was silent...My feelings of hate turned to sadness and pity for her...I wanted to put my arm around her shoulder...

But I did not want to interrupt her in anyway...I knew then..that she was holding her emotions to herself for so long...

She said...I was a happy lady since the day I said "I do".

She said...her husband treated her like an angel...She said..he never let her feel the pain...He never let her work...cos he thought she should not be put through the rigors of life...

She said...He was so special to her..because he loved her with all his heart...

And she then said...she was the happiest woman...for the 52 years of married life...till he breathed his last...

I know no amount of consoling would ever bring back her period of bliss...she experienced when her husband was still on this earth...I left the cubicle with a feeling of regret for having ignored her all this while...

I came back...after collecting myself...I was thinking so much of Sharmi then...I wanted to tell Sharmi that I would take care of her...as long as I would be alive...But when I see her again...I would tell her that...And I would hold her hand...never to let her go...

I came back into my cubicle..and I smiled at her...I put my hand around her shoulder and I said I would be glad to see her again...she smiled...for the first time...

For the first time...I was happy I stood beside her...I am now looking forward to seeing her...Just to say...she is never alone....

I see so many people like this...The way the husbands love their wives...even when the wives go through the times of crisis...I wish I could see Sharmi now and tell her she would not go through any crisis all on her own...She would be held on strongly by me...No matter what happens...She is the one I Love...She will never be alone...

2006-04-07T20:24:00.000+01:00

This Is Specially For You Sharmi...I Mean It...

This is a dedication to someone so special in my life…someone so dear to me…someone so close to me…someone that I love from the bottom of my heart…

I searched for Sharmi all my life…all over this world…and she was so hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.

Sharmi is like a four leaf clover, HARD TO FIND and LUCKY TO HAVE.

Sharmi makes the world SPECIAL just by being in it.

When it hurts to look back, and when I am so scared to look ahead, I look beside myself and I always find Sharmi there by my side.

Sharmi is like a shooting star....I don't always see her, but I know she is always there.

I was not perfect until I fell in love with Sharmi.

Many people walked in and out of my life, but only Sharmi left her footprints in my heart.

Thanks so much Sharmi…I Love You….

2006-04-06T21:02:00.000+01:00

The Wardrobe Malfunction...Its a Boob’s Day Conspiracy Let’s Get to the "Bottom" of This...

Mumbai Fashion Week has always been a controversial one...And when Lakme entered the Mumbai Fashion Week...there has been a controversy one too many...

And this morning...when I saw the Uncensored Picture of Carol Gracias without her Halter Top..it evoked in me an urge to investigate further...But then..I think it would be so impolite of me...if I publish the uncensored picture and so here is the Censored Version of it all...

But then this is not the first time this is happening...is it...
In another, a model's skirt zip split, leaving her bare bottom visible. The event organisers were accused of planning two incidents, when models apparently had problems with their clothes, to generate publicity.

Fashion designer Anita Dongre expressed surprise at the inquiry. "It is clearly a case of a fastener coming off on the ramp, it cannot be intentional. It's too embarrassing and awkward for a designer to have these kind of accidents during his or her show."

But then...with the HQ of moral policing in Mumbai...how could this ever happen...in the so called sacred soil...lol

Well...it also happened to American singer Janet Jackson and this came in for widespread criticism when one of her relics was exposed during the 2004 Super Bowl. She said it was an accident. Her designer famously commented that it was caused by a "a malfunction of the wardrobe.

But back home...Maharashtra's Deputy Chief Minister RR Patil requested an investigation after some legislators raised the issue in the state assembly.
Now I know what these old sticks in the mud discuss in the parliment. I guess these guys are too old to discuss such things..dont you think...

Mr Patil now says the police inquiry has shown that the two incidents were not planned. And he has commended the models for covering themselves up quickly. This is sooooo funny....

"In these fashion shows the majority of the body was exposed and very little was covered," Mr Navalkar told the BBC.

"Such exploitation of a woman's body for commercial purposes is not acceptable to us." "I am keen on women's organisations getting together and protesting... the sanctity of Indian culture should be maintained," he said.

Now...I am rolling on the ground laughing at these comments...cos...if he says so much about the sanctity of women...why does he not stop all those movies having those poor hapless women gyrating to songs so tittilating...in some clothes that make you think if the femme involved is ever clothed at all...its a grey point....

2006-04-05T15:13:00.000+01:00

Charlie's Angels or English Padayappa?

Well..the other day I was so bored that I did something really stupid...I watched the grand daddy of all girlie movies...Charlie's Angels-Full Throttle....And I was laughing my head out...

It turned out to be the worst thriller ever produced...In fact..it stood a contender for movies in the likes of Carry On England and Three Stooges...I could not help laughing at the anorexic Cameroon Diaz or Lucy Liu or a comparatively healthy Drew Barrymore...

I have never watched any of Rajni Kaanth's movies...though I should admit.i have seen some fight sequences of the super star when I was flipping channels...and Charlie's Angel's reminded me of SuperStar himself..only this time...it was not one but three damsels...all flaunting their assets and making any high school boy drool...

For one...it was like the most extraordinary thing to do...like bashing up the baddies...
Besides...their most basic attire is as solid as gold...what with their beautiful brassiers made of bullet proof material...why would anyone want a bullet proof bra anyway...and the best part is...the baddie always aims at the boobs...very convenient...well an inch higher and it would have got the angels off guard....they would have bled to death..but then again...Charlie cannot be made sad you see...

Well...i thought it was only our super star who can jump from one building to the other...ride a dirt bike as well as a pro... ride the high waves on a power boat...drive the fastest car on the earth...do some bob sledding on the asphalt...fly a copter...and run up the wall...and do some tight rope walking to evade the gun toting bad guys...in fact...it was so very childish of Drew to tell her ex lover baddie to drop the cigarette lighter...And she did a routine the true Arnie style...The thingie he did in True Lies after ...I think it is one true arnie moment...and when all this was done...she makes a grand exit doing Michael Jackson's moon walk...in fact if Mike had seen it...he would have fallen off his rocker and died...

And...these gals had the fighting skills of Yokozona,Bruce Lee,Jackie Chan and a little bit of Bud Spencer...hmmm they were pretty impressive...I wish we had these Angels protecting our neighbourhood...A little bit of karate...a little bit of Taekwandoo...a little bit of Kung Fu...and some monkey tricks...hmmm and they dance seductively too...

Now...what was Matt Le Blanc(Joey) doing there...Maybe he was auditioning for a big role...lol...and the biggest mystery still remains...who is the guy who gives them orders via a rusty old speaker box...If I were a super hero...I definetly would not take order's from a speaker box...sitting comfortably on a couch...hmmm but then...who can blame them...

As for our super star...he still rules...well I only wish he could team up with these Angels...at least he would learn to dance well...not shake his hips like he has a nasty sprain...lol...somebody teach him to groove...

2006-04-02T17:41:00.000+01:00

This Is Bush's Inbox...

I got this from someone I know...and I thought everyone should see this....make sure you save it to your desktop and enlarge it and read it...it is some rib tickler...

2006-04-02T17:20:00.000+01:00

"Catch Me If You Can..."

Well...it is not a sport where your lungs scream....it is a game where the rush of adrenaline matches the speed of the machine...

It is yet another disappointment for me and for all the Ferrari fans...Another defeat for the Ferrari and Another Podium for Renault...

This being the case...I would soon forfeit my place as the number 1 Ferrari fan...

I was devastated to watch the greats bow out of the Australian GP. It was a shame to see Schumi hit the cicane...it was like watching a death match...
Only this time it was a battle field strewn with the carcassess of steel horses...debris every where...and safety cars had to be brought in on countless occasions...

And this has been the first time that Alonso won an Australian GP...and the 10th in his career...And it is as if he is saying...Catch me if you can!!!

And there is gonna be a 3 week hiatus for Easter but then if the poor form continues for Team Ferrari...I would be forced to support Alonso and Team Renault...but the craziest thing I would do...is sell my ticket to the Silverstone GP for one-third the original price...Any Takers?

2006-04-01T16:27:00.000+01:00

My Long Hair...

I dont know what I should be doing with my long hair...

It is growing wildly...like the wild growth of hair for the Thomson twins...in the Land of Black Gold and The Adventures of the Moon...If Tintin were to see me...he might mistake me for one of the Thomson Twins...

But then I have also become adept in the art of masking my long hair...I work my hair into curls and it would make my hair look short...

But then I have also found some uses for my long hair...when it was bitterly cold here a few weeks ago...I used my hair to cover my ears from the icy cold wind....and even when it snowed I did not wear my wooly cap.I had a mane like that of a horse's mane to protect me from the snow.

And now that is it spring the temperatures are on the rise...Was wondering how I could put my hair to use...and that's when I decided to use it like a kaala chashma... I mean like a pair of black goggles. It is really working...I dont see the sun directly these days... But..I also have some disadvantages....The length of the hair is a little lower than my nasal openings and so when I breathe in...the hair promptly makes its way up my nose...and achooooooo.... yeah right..I sneeze a lot...lol

I wish it would grow a little longer so that I could comfortably work up a pony tail...hmmm...who knows..I might even end up with a dread lock...

2006-04-01T16:18:00.000+01:00

I Spoke To A Dew Drop

Yesterday,I spoke to a dew drop...She was a drop formed in Jupiter and came down...all the way to the earth...And she came down...just to touch my heart.

On her way to the earth..she spent a brief moment up on the rainbow..as the crystalline drop that refracted the light back into the heaven...shining light all around her. Her colors spread in the vast expanse of the skies...she was showing us how to appreciate nature...she was showing us how we should be grateful for what we have and grateful for what we are....

She then proceeded on her mission to reach out to someone in distress...She came down to reach out to me...

I did not see her initially...I was too egoistic...that I had my neck craned up and my head was stuck to the clouds perpetually...But she helped me rid the stiffness in my neck...she helped me see things beyond my field of vision..she helped me see things in a simple way...She taught me humbleness and simplicity...

And when I let go off my ego...I saw what a wonderful world this one is...I saw how beautiful she was...I saw how a small dew drop can change my life...I saw her in all her splendour...I spoke to her last night...

Yes,I spoke to a dew drop.

2006-03-31T08:19:00.000+01:00

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!!!

2006-03-30T09:50:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-30T09:27:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-29T20:02:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-29T19:57:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-03-29T12:31:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-03-28T18:49:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-28T18:47:00.000+01:00

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

2006-03-28T18:43:00.000+01:00

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

St.Paul's Cathedral,London

2006-03-28T10:39:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-28T08:24:00.000+01:00

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.

2006-03-28T08:21:00.000+01:00

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... ; )

2006-03-27T08:41:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-03-27T08:24:00.000+01:00

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 !

2006-03-26T19:52:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-03-26T19:05:00.000+01:00

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...

2006-03-25T19:55:00.000Z

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... ; )

2006-03-25T19:51:00.000Z

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...

2006-03-25T18:17:00.000Z

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..

2006-03-23T20:12:00.000Z

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... ; )

2006-03-23T19:47:00.000Z

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

2006-03-23T19:35:00.000Z

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...

2006-03-21T20:03:00.000Z

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....

2006-03-20T19:24:00.000Z

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....

2006-03-19T18:49:00.000Z

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

2006-03-19T18:02:00.000Z

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.

2006-03-18T18:37:00.000Z

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?

2006-03-18T18:28:00.000Z

A view from my office window...

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

2006-03-18T17:46:00.000Z

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...

2006-03-17T20:34:00.000Z

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...

2006-03-17T18:45:00.000Z

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...

2006-03-16T19:26:00.000Z

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.

2006-03-16T13:22:00.001Z

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!!!

2006-03-15T19:51:00.000Z

Radio City Coming to Chennai...

Hey all ye radio bugs...if you think Radio is not happening in the coastal city of Chennai...then think again...Radio City..is now coming to Chennai...

Have fun...and if you do not know what Radio City is all about...then i guess you must be from the Neanderthal Age...

Do tune in to the radio waves and you will hear a whole new world of radio in the city...

2006-03-15T13:42:00.000Z

Another Day In Paradise...

Have you ever heard of the song Another Day in Paradise by Phil Collins. Well i do not know if that song wll have any relevance to what I am gonna say now but then I was there in Paradise last night and i still am.

Reason. It was because i spoke to my angel last night. It all started with a nice and simple sms from Sharmi and you should have known me by now...I am always looking for a reason to talk to sharmi...and so i did...and it was the nicest conversation i ever had in the last 26 years. It was so sweet and so simple and yet it had so much of depth to it. Our conversations are like still waters because our conversations really run deep. And nothing was more relaxing than a trip to paradise with Sharmi's head rested virtually on my shoulders.

I am beginning to understand the meaning of the word listen more and more and i am simply looking forward to listen to her always...

I was a bit shy when i came to know she read my blog and i know i am such a microbe in front of her talents. She is way too talented and i know that my writings would be fit to stand a for a trial and assassinated by the immense knowledge and writing prowess of Sharmi but still she was so encouraging and it was like as if she was holding a child by the arm and urging the child forward...wow...boy oh boy oh boy...aint she wonderful.

In fact she asked me do a bit of blog hopping and i wonder if i will be really capable of doing it or if i would ever be able to reach the heights that she reached...but for me all that matters is spending as much time as i possibly can with my dear sharmi kutti...my chellam angel.

And i have more things to say about a host of other things but maybe i would say it a bit later.
But for now...it is me...saying over and out.

2006-03-13T19:28:00.000Z

Of Bondas,Bhajjis Vadais and Curry...

Coming from a land of curry...it sure is quite hard for me to digest the fact that i am in a country that has no sense of the word curry...

I have lunch in the Tasty Bite restaurant some days,when I am too lazy to cook my lunch...and then i see on the Menu...Pineapple and Chicken Curry....the name sends a shiver down my spine...excuse me...did i read the sign right....Pineapple and Chicken...come on you must be kidding me...how can it happen...it is a gross violation of culinary rules...and definetly not when i am there standing in the queue with my tummy rumbling like there was a surround sound 5.1 Music System in my anatomy...anyways...though i was put off by the name i go to the lady in charge and it is always the case with me...I dont say a word..and as if by miracle she would say...rice and curry...and i would simply nod my head like a sheep being led to the slaughter house..and only then will i ever realise the enormity of my mistake...of choosing Pineapple and Chicken Curry...

It tastes yucky...trust me folks..if you ever decided to come to UK and if you decide on having a good curry experience then i suggest you make your own curry... But if you still decide to ignore my warning and want to go ahead with this curry...then its your choice...But for the ones who are not brave or adventurous enough to try it...or if you are wise enough to heed to my advice,but if you still would like to know how it tastes then here goes...But then...here is a warning...DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME.IT MAY BE DANGEROUS TO YOU OR OTHERS AROUND YOU(you dont want to spoil their new carpet with your yesterday's lunch,do you?)
Well it tastes like a mixture of 3 parts of Kissan Squash and 1 part of Chicken Curry...it is an utter insult to the word curry..and what's worse...you would find huge chunks of Pineapple and small pieces of Chicken...

And then...if you decide to go for Rice Pilau here in UK...I would suggest you cut off your tongue before you eat it...because it would not make any difference anyway.It would still taste the same...TASTELESS...

And this is when i miss the good old moola kadai or the good ol' potti kadai which makes those all so tasty vadai,bondas and bhajjis... though my mom would skin me alive if she sees me eating in those so called 'unhygeinic shops' i still feel i miss them a lot... What's more thrilling than having a kaara mulaga bhajji on a cold rainy day in Chennai.

It is nothing short of heaven trust me...and if you are having second thoughts about ever going to the potti kadai to have a bhajji...then think again mate...there would be a day when you would regret not having it... If you think it would cause you to spill your guts out...then i think you are missing something in life...

Oye...i am talking to you machan...

2006-03-13T19:18:00.000Z

Sharmi's Mail...

Yipeeeeeeeeeeeee...it is an understatement if I say this is how much I squealed when I saw Sharmi's mail....I had goose bumps all over my body...in fact I still have the goose bumps when I see a sweet mail from my Sharmi... and i do not know how many times I have to say I love her...because i mean it every single time I say it but again I dont want to bore her and I am waiting for the right time...cos i am always bad when it comes to timing...I am not intelligent or practical like her...Wish I could be a bit more practical though....

Wishful thinking though...cos if wishes were horses then i guess India would be full of Just Horses and Me...because however hard i wish to be as intelligent as Sharmi, I can never become as intelligent or practical or patient like her.

Someone...please teach me to be intelligent. Even if you are a martian i don't getting help from you...

2006-03-13T18:50:00.000Z

Good Evening Everyone...

It is quite dumb of me to say that cos i know that there is no one to read my blog except me...It is so funny when i think i said everyone...

Anyways it was yet another dull monday and here i am after work and the only bright spot for me today me playing some indoor cricket in the gym with my collegue...actually he is good both in cricket and in football...and i suck big time in football...i am not fit even to be a cheer leader in football that is....

As for cricket...i can spin real well..and i am a wrist spinner...i was invited to play for Belbroughton Cricket Club and also for Bolton Cricket Club but then i cannot play in both these clubs now cos they are way too far for me and since i dont have a car now...it makes it virtually impossible...But my passion for cricket has not faded though...and i still get the updates from CricInfo and i was really surprised to see the world record that the South Africans made when they won the 5 day series in style and going by the number of records that fell on their way to their victory...it is one match i would not like to miss...but then i missed it so what can i do now...and with no Sunny or Boycs or Tony Greig or Harsha around...i really miss the action...and the adrenaline.

And i was also gald to know the performance of the English team in the Indian soil though they lost the Mohali test,their performance has improved considerably and I guess the Ashes win has had a very big positive psychological effect on the team...

Nothing more to add...and hope you guys have a good time...and a good week ahead...
Over and out...

2006-03-12T20:02:00.000Z

Race Day

Ohhhhhhh...i could not help being disappointed. Let me not talk much or else I would end up being depressed. I am already feeling dull because it is a sunday evening and sunday evening's have never been my favourite time of the week. And to add to my miseries Schumi spun out giving away his lead and to none other than Alonso...to who?? Helloooo...to whom...did I say Alonso...yes of course I did...Alonso,once again.

Now,if you have been following my blog closely for the last few days you would have known...didn't i say so yesterday that I would not play poker with Renault...especially with Alonso in the team. Guess what...Alonso was tailing Schumi and gave Schumi a real tough time in all the corners and then...it was a game of nerves and then it happened,a tight turn,tyres locking for the formidable Ferrari and swoosh...Schumi was royally skidding backwards towards the chicane...time enough for Alono's Renault to miss Schumi's steel horse and drive past to take the lead which was threatened momentarily when he took a pit stop but it was soon back in his lap...and if I know Alonso...he is not the one to let go of the position when he gets a grip of it,much to the disappointment of Team Ferrari and Schumi and Ferrari fans and most of all me.

And it was very interesting to see all the pit stops once again...it reminded me of all the good old days when pit stops were more interesting than the race itself. And I could still remember the excited laugh of my dad who would enjoy every bit of action pretty much like me.

And...this 57 lap race saw some action with Villeneuve's car breaking into flames...whoa...it was more like the fiery exhausts of rocket at the time of blast off...or is it lift off...it was such a beautiful sight to see but i was also concerned about Jacques' safety and thankfully he managed to bail out before much damage was done...

But...my post would not be complete without mentioning about the most wonderful thing I saw. It was Kimi Raikonnen...who would have thought he would take the podium from his position on the starting grid. From 22 to 3rd place...man this is F1 for you...very exciting and very unpredictable. Like how it was for Schumi during the 2004 season when he saw how unpredictable the whole race could be...He took Number 1 on the podium from position 20 on the grid and an embarassing last position from Position 1 when he his tyres deflated.

All said and done...Bahrain was not a happy hunting ground for ferrari.
But then it is just the begining.Hoping to see more action in the Petronas Circuit in Malaysia...see you folks and may the best driver win.

2006-03-12T19:37:00.000Z

Today

Today was a very special day for me cos i was talking to my sharmi for a real long time.
It was a wonderful feeling. And it felt like heaven. And one thing so striking about Sharmi is that she is very wise.

And she judges the situation very well and she is so mature when it comes to decision making and she is simply the best.

She has a very sweet giggle and a very beautiful laugh and she is simply awesome and I have no words to describe how sweet she is.

And i came very close to telling her my blog URL. I will tell her one day...but it is definetly not today...

I know she is such a pretty flower...a pretty fairy...and such a wonderful person to live with. And most of all...she is very very intelligent.

Thanks Sharmi for your time. Love you loads.

2006-03-12T19:14:00.000Z

A Few Things I Love...

Falling in love especially if the girl is Sharmi.
Laughing so hard your face hurts.
A hot shower.
No lines at the supermarket.
Getting mail from my Sharmi.
Taking a drive on a pretty road with Sharmi by my side.
Hearing your favourite song on the radio.
Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
Chocolate milkshake in a café with Sharmi.
A bubble bath.
Giggling and hearing Sharmi giggle.
A good conversation with Sharmi of course.
The beach…oh how many times have I gone to the beach with Sharmi.
Laughing at yourself.
Holding a newborn baby.
Midnight phone calls that last for hours and how can I forget the umpteen calls to Sharmi.
Running through sprinklers.
Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
Having someone tell you that you're beautiful…but I would like to say this to Sharmi.
Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
Your first kiss and this was with Sharmi of course.
Playing with a new puppy.
Having someone play with your hair. I love doing this to Sharmi.
Sweet dreams (About my Sharmi).
Hot chocolate.
Road trips with your loved one.
Swinging on swings.
Making chocolate chip cookies.
Holding hands with someone you care about. Sharmi’s Hands…
Watching the sunrise...with Sharmi’s head on my shoulder.
Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
Knowing that somebody misses you.
Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply...from Sharmi of course.
Knowing you've done the right thing,no matter what other people think. And this is about me falling in love with Sharmi.

2006-03-12T19:11:00.000Z

You are Everything To Somebody

Right now at this very minute-----------
Someone is thinking of you
Someone cares about you
Someone misses you
Someone wants to talk to you
Someone wants to be with you
Someone hopes you aren't in trouble
Someone is thankful for the support you have provided
Someone wants to hold your hand
Someone hopes everything turns out all right
Someone wants you to be happy
Someone wants you to find them
Someone is celebrating your successes
Someone wants to give you a gift
Someone thinks you ARE a gift
Someone hopes you are not too cold, or too hot
Someone wants to hug you
Someone loves you
Someone wants to lavish you with small gifts
Someone admires your strength
Someone is thinking of you and smiling
Someone wants to be your shoulder to cry on
Someone wants to go out with you and have a lot of fun
Someone thinks the world of you
Someone wants to protect you
Someone would do anything for you
Someone wants to be forgiven
Someone is grateful for your forgiveness
Someone wants to laugh with you about old times
Someone remembers you and wishes you were there
Someone needs you to know that his love is unconditional
Somebody values your advice
Someone wants to tell you how much he care
Someone wants to stay up watching old movies with you
Someone wants to share their dreams with you
Someone wants to hold you in their arms
Someone wants YOU to hold them in your arms
Someone treasures your spirit
Someone wishes they could STOP time because of you
Someone can't wait to see you
Someone loves you for who you are
Someone loves the way you make them feel
Someone wants to be with you
Someone hears a song that reminds them of you
Someone wants you to know they are there for you
Someone wants to be your friend
Someone stayed up all night thinking about you
Someone is alive because of you
Someone is wishing that you would notice them
Someone wants to get to know you better
Someone believes that you are their soul mate
Someone wants to be near you
Someone misses your guidance and advice
Someone values your guidance and advice
Someone has faith in you
Someone trusts you
Someone needs your support
Someone needs you to have faith in them
Someone will cry when they read this

This is a forward i got from my friend but then i think this is now very special to me because Right now i am thinking about you Sharmi...

2006-03-11T18:19:00.000Z

The Qualifier...I Can's Say Anything More About The Ending

I dont know where to start and where to end but you would feel the same too if you had watched the action from the Start to the Finish of the first race qualifier in Sakhir,Bahrain where the first race for the 2006 season started.

New rules for Qualifying only means its gonna add more drama to a Saturday Afternoon and it did not let anyone down because it was a cracker of a qualifier and it left everyone breathless and gave everyone their money's worth.

22 Cars on the track equals a lot of traffic and with the conditions very tough with wind and dust on the tarmac meant it was gonna test the driver's skills in every tight corner.

But Ferrari rejuvenated after a poor 2005 and Schumi is on a war path and he would not let his team mate Fellipe Massa ahead of him in his debut and with less than 2 Minutes for the Chekered Flag Schumi did the unthinkable.He sped to glory to take a pole position and that is Daddy Cool for you but it left a few shredded nerves including mine.

Ferrari is racing Bridgestone Tyres and with softer tyres back in action there could be more pit stops and tyre changes but it is all for the better compared to the last season which saw drivers going round and round in their blistered hard tyres.

Schumi put in a lot of blood and sweat if not tears all through the winter when he actually drove in the Ferrari Test Track in Spain without letting any of the test drivers take the wheel.That is commitment and i am sure he would have stopped being an optimist if his efforts had not earned him dividends today.

In his own words..."From hero to zero wasn’t very much at that moment" yes of course Schumi you are right. And now taking the 65th Pole Position in his career he breaks the late Ayrton Senna's and hence the world record of maximum pole positions also ending a 11 year record that stood till the last 2 minutes of today's qualifier.

Kimi Raikonen spun out in the first round of qualifier when his car had a failed suspension which resulted in his Right rear tyre break loose but he still managed to crawl into the pit lane with 3 remaining tyres with the Fourth one still on tow. Team mate Juan Pablo Montoyo's car was quickly checked to see if it was the tyres...but then the team later confirmed it was a suspension failure. But it did not mean anything for Kimi as he has to start at the back of the grid tomorrow.

The Bahrain circuit is a difficult one and so is the Sepang Circuit which the drivers will have to cross on the 19th of March. And with no engine changes allowed the drivers have to be careful how they handle their cars tomorrow.

And with just V8 engines a lot also depends on the reliability. But...this is the big but that interests me. Low Budget teams like Red Bull Racing were permitted to race V10 engines as they could not afford high powered engines but with this comes the issue of reliability. V10s were more reliable than the V8s so i will not be surprised if this issue is raised in the later stages of the season.

It was interesting to see Rosberg's car spin out and hit the chicane which resulted in him taking the 12th position on the grid much to the disapppointment of Team Williams. But then team Ferrari will know that it can't afford to play poker with Renault as they are the bravest of the lot and with drivers Alonso and Fisichella things can change anytime.

What will be interesting to watch the performance of the teams like Midlands,Red Bull, Toro Rosso and Super Aguri which would have invested quite a fortune on the Race. But going by experience i would say i would never trust the underdogs. With J Villeneuve, Coulthard , Monteiro and Sato assisting the minnows the equations can change.

But with an All Ferrari front row in the first race of the 2006 season Ferrari is back in business and all that remains to be seen is the race tomorrow. Do not miss it for anything and do not adjust the TV sets for anything cos i will be watching you watching F1. So grab a pot full of fizz and get a ring side view of mankind's greatest entertainer... F1

For more on F1 and all that you ever want to know about F1 do make sure to go clicking on
http://www.formula1.com/

Vrooooooooooooooooooom..........

2006-03-11T17:44:00.000Z

I Saw My Darling Sharmi Online...

Today i missed my darling chellam so much. I very much wanted to see her online today and then when i logged in she there was only an offline message from her.It was just a ding...but then i sent her a message and she came online in a jiffy...Oh what a joy it was to see her online...

But i did something really extraordinary...i forwarded a review i had written yesterday and this is the first time i'm actually letting her see my work. The first time ever that i confessed the fact that i write.

I know that my writings are crap compared to hers. She is a genius and if ever we had two rooms in our house...i would not be surprised to see a sticker on her door that says...' Genius At Work...Do Not Disturb' but then she is indeed a genius...she wields her pen like a feather and a sword and her writing is powerful and thought provoking and has a great deal of depth to it.

I know she would make a mince meat of my review...and i feel so shy.But then again...it's only my sharmi and i know she will not mind my lack of intelligence and the lack of writing skills...After all not everyone can be Sharmi.

Have to go now cos i still have a few editing of my work to do and if you love F1 there is a review in the offing.

So watch this space.

2006-03-10T19:06:00.000Z

The Road to Guantánamo... My Review

The Road to Guantánamo by Michael Winterbottom is a moving account of what it meant for the 3 Asian Brits to have been caught up in an American PoW camp.

Of course it was a very good docu-drama well researched and the screenplay was impeccable but what i did not really understand was why did those three guys ever want to make a trip to Afghanistan when the political situation was very volatile. The biggest doubt i had and i still have is if the guys really were curious to see what Afghanistan was like or were they actually planning to join a terrorist movement but changed their side of the story when they were captured...Unanswered questions and i would have loved to see Winterbottom pose that question to the men themselves...and this would have raised some interesting debates and would have made the plot very interesting.

But then again i would not have asked the question myself if i were Winterbottom because it would mean,my story would have taken a bad twist and who knows,the interviewees could have turned hostile...and it would have jeopardised a good story.

The footage was also brilliant...but i do not know if it would ever equal Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11. It is an American version of another side of the same story...if you see the big picture..i would say for sure that all these are related events...though you might not see the connection when you see these two events individually,these events are not mutually exclusive.
9/11 was what triggered America to take a hard stand against all those men who ruined the normal lives of the innocent in the name religion,hatred and vendetta.

I would still not support Bush's actions though because an eye for an eye will end up with the whole world turning blind. There could have been a peaceful solution somewhere...if only Bush had searched his kitty for more ideas. But it is not for me to comment on what happened.Because i know for sure i cannot change the situation.

Thanks to Michael Moore and Michael Winterbottom for making films and Documentaries like this. Maybe some of the clueless, like Britney Spears, will wake up and start questioning what is going on out there. Because, Ms. Spears, in America, we are allowed to question the president. He isn't God, he is a human being.

Now...where was I? The documentary The Road to Guantánamo revealed more about Camp X-Ray and Camp Delta in Guantánamo Bay. I would like to write more about these places but the best thing for me to do is direct you to some of the links i came across in my research about these dreaded places and maybe you can know what you want to know about these places...

Camp x ray

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camp_X-Ray

http://www.rotten.com/library/crime/prison/camp-x-ray/

There is another interesting link about Camp X-ray which you will love. You can access this site by clicking on the link on the sidebar on the right with the title of the same name.

Hope you found that gripping and interesting...

Now to what i find interesting about the Yankee way of torturing people.
It is handcuffing the prisoners behind the backs and blaring music like Bruce Springsteen's Born In USA and the like...in full blast...so loud it would make you deaf...if Bruce had known his songs would be used for torture...he would have screamed rather than sing that song...well this was on a lighter note...i know Bush's pal Bruce would have never let Bush's men use his songs as a torture weapon...

Now with so much spoken about Guantánamo i would like to add a little something about...Abu Ghraib..it was just that The Geneva Convention was grossly broken both in Guantánamo Bay and Abu Ghraib prison. I would not want to be a prisoner in both these places...if the prison facilities did not follow the Geneva Convention. For those of you who do not know what Geneva Convention is all about here is something for you.

The Rules

In very broad strokes, here are the major points mandated in the tens of thousands of words and hundreds of rules known as the Geneva Conventions, as identified by the International Red Cross:

01. Prisoners of war should be "respected and protected" without regard to gender, race, politics or creed.
02. Prisoners may not be murdered, tortured or subjected to scientific experiments.
03. War combatants are obligated to search for, collect and care for the wounded and sick after a battle, and they are required to report these activities (as well as the names of prisoners) to the Red Cross.
04. Combatants may not capture independent parties attempting to provide humanitarian aid or perform search-and-rescue missions.
05. Hospital facilities may not be used for military purposes.
06. Prisoners must be allowed to communicate with their families. They must not be subjected to "violence, insults and public curiousity."
07. POWs are only obligated to provide their captors with their name, rank, serial number and date of birth.
08. POWs must be provided with reasonable and hyginic shelter, including food, clothing and medical care. They can't be used as human shields. If they are forced to work, they must be compensated and provided with reasonable workplace conditions.
09. POWs may be tried by their captors in a fair and impartial manner, and they are entitled to competent representation.
10. At the end of a war, all POWs must be returned to their home countries.
11. The Red Cross must be permitted to visit privately with POWs, to examine the conditions of their confinement and to distribute humanitarian supplies.
12. Civilians unfortunate enough to be living in the middle of a war must be allowed to "lead normal lives."
13. Occupiers of a land must honor the safety, dignity, religious beliefs and cultural mores of the people there.
14. Civilians are entitled to all the protections accorded to POWs (above), as well as protection from collective punishment or deportation.
15. Civilians cannot be forced to do military work for an occupying force.
16. Occupying powers are obliged to support the health and safety of the population with food and medical supplies (or by allowing humanitarian shipments of the same).
17. "Indiscriminate" attacks on civilians targets are forbidden.
18. Dams, dikes, nuclear plants, places of worship, cultural landmarks and "objects indispensible to civilian survival" (such as crops or drinking water supplies) may not be specifically targeted.
19. Soldiers must be over the age of 15.
20. Weapons which cause inordinate environmental damage, "superfluous injury or unnecessary suffering" are prohibited.
21. Using a protected emblem (like the Red Cross) to hide military activity or personnel is a war crime.

Now with all this said and done...why did the Allied Forces break the rules. Pass. I am not the one to know the answer. Nor would any Republican know the answer though i would like to know a Republican's version of the story.

I have not exercised my grey cells in ages and all these writing has made me so tired and so am gonna log out of the blog spot.

But before i go i want to ask one Biiiiiiig question...Who would name their son 'Winterbottom' anyway? Any Answers...???

2006-03-10T08:20:00.000Z

Cricket...

Wow...i never knew the English team could hold on to the Indian Attack This is fast making me think if the English team should ever be called the underdogs...or is it jsut that the Indian spear head has become blunt.

No matter what the teams are made up of...it is the score card that counts and right now...though the Mohali test is not looking very bright(in both sense of the word) i have a feeling that the English team is slowly rising up the ladder.

Come on boys show us some action.

2006-03-09T19:38:00.000Z

My Seasonal Sickness...

Well this is about my seasonal sickness...it is F1 and boy oh boy...i am so excited or what...
It is gonna start off with the first race in Baharin on the 12th and i am feeling the vibes already...New rules and new regulations...it is bound to be fun....

The cars have been down graded from 3.2 litre engine to 2.4 litre engine and this means the engine speed has been reduced by as much as 200 bhps(brake horse powers..if you did not know...)..and the new engine regulations means the outcome of the race depends more on driver's skills than the speed and team strategy...

As for Mr and Mrs F1 Fans sitting and watching the F1 action in your new plasma tv you would not see much of a difference but then these are some of the technical specs...

And there's more...the F1 organisers have taken a U-turn with the rule that the team cannot change tyres...which means....the drivers no longer need to hit the home stretch with bruised,blistered tyres to earn team points...so there will be more exciting tyre changes and the pit stops are bound to be power packed and super exciting...

Ferrari has still got Schumi and that is a bright spot for me though he failed to perform last season....New faces and new teams and so it is gonna be very interesting and Ayrton Senna will be so excited to see the outcome of this season...and he would wish to battle it out in San Marino and he would now love to take the checkered flag with the likes of Schumi and Villeneuve and Coulthard following him...

Narain Karthikeyan is out of GP but this should not dampen the spirits of Indian fans cos his team was doing good anyway.Jordan was not doing well...and Jaguar...the majestic green car has now become Red Bull but i still love the Green Jag burning some rubber.

The qualifying rounds are also gonna be so interesting with a 60 Minute qualifier which would decide who among the 22 would take the pole position.

Silverstone is pretty close to where i stay so dont be surprised to see me on TV on the 11th of June..the race day here in Silverstone...the home of British Motor racing....Hey there Bernie Ecclestone here i come....

And F1 does not mean i am gonna forget WRC or Daytona NASCAR...i will still keep my eyes open and keep my ears tuned on what is happening there...but then F1 will still be at the top of my list of favourites...

So lets brace ourselves for some adrenalin rush,burning rubber and some high octane action cos F1 cannot get any better than this...

Vrooooooooom........

2006-03-09T18:34:00.000Z

Sharmi's magazine...

I spoke to my darling sharmi ma last night and i was stuck in time...frozen in time cos i was so elated to spend every single moment with her....

I was talking to her as she was working on her Project...a magazine on IT. Wow...how i wish i had been there beside her to help her out...But today i got a mail from her that she had finished her project successfully and that her group mates were really impressed with her work and i knew she would never cease to amaze me or the people around her for her knowledge..she is such a joy to behold and a joy to be with...

Congratulations dearest sharmi ma...
Am dying to see the magazine you edited...

2006-03-09T18:24:00.000Z

The Past Few Days...

Well i must tell you there is something so coincidental about my posts and my fire alarm...i guess it has been a few days back when i actually wrote about the fire alarm and me...and guess what...that night was horrible...i was woken up twice by the blooming fire alarm in the middle of the night...the first time it rang i clutched my sharmi pillow so tightly and woke up and in the darkness fumbled for my clothes and was getting ready for someone to give us the go ahead for evacuation...dont i sound like i'm living in a war zone...then thankfully the alarm died...and i was just wondering if anyone made a toast in his dreams....

Then then second time it rang i was quite annoyed...who in the whole wide world could trigger the alarm the second time in the night...maybe it must have been Dr.Jekyll upto his wise old experiments again...or maybe whoever did it must have been making breakfast for himself...guess he must have been stuck in a different time zone...

I knew if it was gonna go one more time in the night i would have personally ripped the blooming alarm from the wall.

The night went off with no incident and so i got my beauty sleep later on...
Wonder what tonight is gonna be like...

2006-03-07T19:51:00.000Z

My Life and Times in UK...

Well...my first few weeks alone in the UK was super funny...i still think about it and laugh to myself...

There are so many things that i would like to say and i know if i am gonna say it all it is gonna take ages so i am gonna tell you all that comes to my mind...and i think i will build it as i go along...

Well it was my first week in my flat and there was no one in the flat beside myself and i was bored to kingdom come and i had no computer or tele or a radio and i also did not have an access to a library and i did not know what to do...

Just then i tried to explore what was in the flat and i opened the utility room and to my surprise i saw that there was a tv and i was thrilled...But then before i could take it to my bedroom i decided to check if it was working and so i connected the tele to a socket in the corridor and switched it on...what i did not know was that it was a disaster waiting to happen... I heard the static and i thought the TVs in UK took time to get fired up but then...fire was the last thing i wanted to see...a few seconds later...the nice little tele started to spew out dense white smoke that smelt like a soup made of molten rubber...Ooooooooh Nooooooo...i panicked..not because it started to spew out a smoke screen...as if i needed a smoke screen to hide from my enemies...my biggest fear was that this smoke might trigger the fire alarm..i did not want to invite unwanted attention in the quarters...it would mean i would become an instant celebrity among my neighbours..but then...no buts...but then...but then the fire alarm did not ring and i was so glad the incident went un noticed...and i was so happy...

Then...the next day...i was in my bedroom once again and i saw the skies light up with fireworks...and for a moment i thought it was celebrations in India...it was actually some spectacular fire works for the Halloween's day....And i rushed out of my flat hoping to see if the fireworks were as spectacular as it seemed...and then guess what...the moment i left the flat i heard a loud bang..now dont think something went off behind me...it would at least have been less embarassing than what happened to me...it was my flat door getting locked automatically...a bigger Oooooooooooooooooooh Nooooooooooooooooooooo this time cos i was wearing just a light cotton t shirt and my denim shorts and my bedroom slippers....and it was a freezing night...and i was shivering already...and my fear made my shivers worse..and i did not know what to do...not a soul in sight...what would i do...then some hope...the flat next to mine had some signs of life..and i knocked and a cute young blonde answered the door...now those of you who think it is gonna end up in a romantic night snap out of your dreams cos this aint hollywood...this is real life...and in real life...love at first night NEVER happens....i could not say anything to her...i was so embarassed but then i had to tell her what happened to me and she said....Ooooooooooooooooooooooooh Nooooooooooooooooooooo....longer and bigger than my Oh No...and for a moment i thought i am gonna be stuck outside all night but she was so sweet...she called up the switch board of the hospital and said in just one line what had happened to me...i could believe my ears cos i always thought blondes were dumb(now if you are a blonde and if you are reading this...send me a stinker)...and then after an agonising 10 minute wait which for me seemed like a decade...a bloke came and he had a huge bunch of keys...and then he had the keys to my flat and he let me in and i was never more thankful that i had a warm little flat..though i was alone...there could never been a more warmer place...Even now when i think of it....i am all smiles...

But i still cant believe that i did not trigger the fire alarm the day i short circuited the already dead tv....cos a few days later...i was in the bath in the evening when the fire alarm went...i thought it was the steam from my bathroom that triggered the heat alarm...and i rushed out of the bathroom thinking it was me and i called up the emergency number but they said they had already received an earlier complaint and so i knew it wasnt me..then i just wore my denim shorts and my jacket and we were asked to evacuate the building and i was still dripping wet...it was more like a serious fire drill...and the whole apartment complex was evacuated....and then the most exciting part...What starts with F and ends with K and means a lot of excitement.... For all those perverts am telling you now...it is a fire truck...and it rolled in majestically...and the firemen found out the source of the fire alarm...it was the same blonde who called up for help...she was the cause and she had put a towel on a hot plate and it caught fire...blondes have good days and bad days and on the bad days they lose their head...lol... Thankfully no one was hurt...nothing more than a hurt pride and a bit of embarassment for that blonde...

But then one more thing...i did manage to burn some chicken thighs and wings along with the container in the microwave oven...who would have thought cooking chicken was tough...anyways...it was a smoky smelly night...and the inner recessess of the microwave still smells of the poor burnt out chicken...But i guess the fire alarm favours me...cos she did not go off even this time...when for my neighbours...even a burnt toast can mean disaster....it would wake up the entire neighbourhood...lol...

More happening everyday cos everyday for me is an adventure...
Phew...this is one of my biggest blog entries...
If you want to hear more about my ordeal in the loo when i found out that i ran out of the toilet tissues only after my act...then do watch this space...
Cheers and have fun fellow singletons....

2006-03-06T19:32:00.000Z

Sharmi's SMS

This evening...i was sitting in my room...just another boring evening and then i just checked my phone and guess what...i got a sms from Sharmi...wow....it felt like heaven...i did not know what to do...i was so dog gone crazy...i was shouting and i lost it...it was the happiest day of my life...i could not control my joy...

I was so happy and for a moment thought i was going be admitted to the institute of mental health.Thankfully the whole of UK would be knowing by now how much i love my Sharmi.

Oh dear Sharmi...i wish you were here...
Love you more and more each second.
Thanks for the message once again.It gives me more strength each moment.

2006-03-06T08:18:00.000Z

I MISS YOU SHARMI...

Dearest Sharmi,

This is a letter from me to you. You have no idea how much i miss you and how much i love you. If my love for you were horses,the whole earth would be over run by horses.

I dont want to keep saying that i love you cos i know you do not like it.But someday you will know just how much i love you and how much i care.

Till then my love...i will be waiting...for you.

Ben

2006-03-05T17:30:00.000Z

Seek Ye First the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness...And All These Things Shall be Added Unto You.

Oh what a blessed thought. I used to wonder at times if God can actually hear my prayers...the prayers of a sinner like me...
But then i should also tell you that in my entire life and in the life of all my family members...there has been nothing that we lacked and He guided us every step of everyday and even for the most simplest of the things he would not let us be embarassed and He would never let us bow down our heads in shame...what a mighty god we serve...it is truly a very blessed thought.

And in this lent season let us all make up our minds to live a life that is only acceptable in His sight.

I found this site interesting and if you want to visit this site then feel free to click on the following link.

Click here to visit ChristianStudents.com now

God bless you all...

2006-03-03T19:56:00.000Z

FEW GOOD MEN...

This Blog is dedicated to the few good men in my life...My life has been a melange of Emotions and experiences.

But there were a very few friends who inspired me and urged me to go on...and my blog would not be complete without saying a few things about them.

My outstanding friends...

Praveen...there is a never a dull moment with him...always cheerful,fun and jovial to the highest degree...man...you are amazing...so nice and so encouraging and so witty...and above all...simple...

Tina...a symbol of true friendship...a pillar...an anchor...an angel in disguise...you name it...she is selfless...with a great deal of faith in God and a great deal of strength...mental strength i mean...and a person who is the female version of praveen....

Ganesh...words cannot describe how sweet he is...He just got married and this makes me want to call him annan ha ha ha...i dont know why...the guy who taught me what life is...the guy who taught me what it means to praise God at all times...the guy who came up with my all time favourite quote on Praising God..."Ben...our old Man up there is so easy to please...Just keep praising and thanking Him..." how true...

Muthu...he is such a nice guy...words cannot describe how sweet he is...How are you da...hope you get to read this blog one day...

Chamra...its only people like him who make this world seem so so sweet in times of distress..you have been a great deal of strength and support to me right from the day i saw you mate...You left Princess of Wales today but you will remain in my heart forever...Wishing you and Anshu a great trip through those 18 European Countries and have a great and blessed wedded life...Me and Sharmi will come and see you in Down Under soon...

2006-03-03T08:16:00.000Z

WAITING...

Waiting for the end of today...
Waiting for the end of this month...
Waiting for the end of this year....
Waiting for a call from home...
Waiting for a text from my girl...
Waiting for the moment when i will hold her close...
Waiting for the moment when i can hold her hand...
Waiting for the time when i can be back home...
Waiting to hear from my sweet sweet Sharmi...
Waiting for the time when i can look into her eyes...
Waiting for the dawn of a new day...
Waiting for the moment of truth...
Waiting for the time when she will be mine forever...
Waiting for the gentle kiss she gives me...
Waiting for the tear drops to fall freely...
Waiting for the moment when my heart beat becomes hers and hers mine...
And Waiting for the time when i can hear her heartbeat and see her smile...
Waiting for the arrival of December when i will go home to see her...
Waiting for the end of the next second,the next minute and the next hour...
I know that with every passing moment...it is getting closer for me to go home...
I know that with every passing moment...it is getting closer for me to go and see her...
Waiting is so beautiful...when i know that i am waiting for my Sharmi...

2006-03-02T20:12:00.000Z

BAD HAIR DAY...

I have been having bad hair days for the last few days...i wonder why...
I try my gel,then wet my hair,then gel it again and then wet it once more...still no use...wonder why my hair is behaving badly...It is what i call a Hair Raising Misadventure...and it happens every morning,jus when i am running late for work.

Is this what happens when a guy grows his hair...guys with long hair...please help...cos i definetly do not want to do what Mary did in the movie There's Something About Mary... so please help....guys,girls...anyone with long hair...any suggestions...

Till such time...i will go to work with ruffled hair...
Am hungry now...really very hungry. Got to rush home and have some supper.

Bye everyone and good night...

Ben

2006-03-02T20:00:00.000Z

AM SO TIRED...

I am so tired now and i am also so bored and i dont know what to do.
Guess i have to go to my room and start cooking but am really wishing that Sharmi was near me now...That way,i would not feel tired at all...

It was snowing almost the whole day but i am so tired and dunno what to do...
Got to make something to eat.

Comments...who would want to comment on this blog....

Ben

2006-03-02T08:22:00.000Z

SHARMI MA...

Sharmi ma...
You are the Woman I Love...
And You are the Woman I Can't Live Without...

I Love You my baby chellam.

2006-03-01T08:21:00.000Z

PANCAKE DAY- 28th February

Yesterday was pancake day and i completely forgot to write a post on it. However i was not so keen on having a pancake for lunch as i was dreaming of having omlette and salad instead. But much to my dismay,the counter staff at the restaurant said they would not make an omlette on a pancake day as all the hotplates were being used to make pancakes...how unfortunate...and so i had a platefull of fries and salad...

And...today is ASH WEDNESDAY!!!

We had the discussion over the dinner table on why it is called Ash Wednesday. And me being considered the most pious(sic) person in my group...i was volleyed with questions...excuse me...give me a break...Christianity originated in the Europe and England is supposed to be a Christian Nation...and the Queen the protector of the Christian Faith...and there were this whole group of Hens(sorry...i call the old English women hens ) around me and none of them knew why it was called ash wednesday.

And then out of no where a collegue of mine said...why can't we pose this question to our hospital Chaplain. And then after a pause she had an afterthought...well if we ask that kind old gentleman of a vicar for an explaination the rest of us would be sitting around the dinner table for the rest of the afternoon...

And so,we gave it our own explaination and then we dispersed...But i am still not at peace...in fact i feel ashamed to call myself a christian when i could not give an explaination to the real meaning and the Origin of the word Ash Wednesday...

If somebody had asked me why the Apple computer was called Apple and why it got the logo...or if somebody had asked me why the Ashes series was called Ashes...i would have again answered it...But with something as simple as Ash wednesday...i was stumped...Can somebody Help me...!!!

Have a smashing day...my patient is here..i have to go...

2006-02-28T19:19:00.000Z

Life here in UK

Its a crazy world here...
It is so hectic to work here in UK...it so happens that here the people are so fond of papers...sometimes i think about it and have a good laugh.
The Brits have to make things as complicated as it could ever get...for every single thing they do they have tonnes of paper work involved and then when they drown in their own trays of paper and tonnes of clutter,they curse about their job and how much of a pain it is in their back side about doing all the paper work...
Here's the best part...They invest millions of pounds on commercials and documentries to say how not to destroy the environment by cutting down trees and they make poignant depictions of how this world would look like a few decades down the line with all the deforestation going around...and then the presenter would have the gravest of human faces when he says...all this deforesatation can be avoided if only we make use of paper wisely...but then...for this program to go on air...it would have passed tonnes of paper work...how ironic...all the red tapism....
And then,when the presenter makes his point..collects his heavy pay check and hits the nearest pub to down a few pints of all those strange concoctions and come back home with a splitting head ache...no wonder UK is the Binge capital of the world...
there's more to say...i will post it in my subsequent blogs...but one this is certain...there can be no weirder generation of people than the brits..hey if you are a brit reading this..dont just stare at the monitor thinking what to do...Act...and stop wasting paper....and DON'T DRINK.

2006-02-28T17:59:00.000Z

Am Back!

Am back again and it is so good to be blogging and no wonder my darling sharmi talks so much about it...
Basically for me...i blog cos i want to tell someone about me and about my love for sharmi and i cant be telling her about it everyday and bore her...nor do i want to crowd her personal space because i love her and at the same time want to give her the freedom to think about anything else other than love...Sharmi ma...when you read this...please know that i am so in love with you and will love you no matter what happens...i will always keep loving you forever and for always...

And now...what did i want to say...hmmm i jus wanted to say i miss my mayil kutti so much...and those of you who are wondering what a mayil kutti is...please read my previous blog....

Have so much to say but then i will say it in my subsequent blogs....do send in comments..if you read this blog that is...

Ben

2006-02-28T08:20:00.000Z

My Mayil Kutti...

I spoke to my mayil kutti, (Tamil for peacock) yesterday. I could have never been happier than that. I was so happy and i still am. It was so nice to hear my panju mutai(again Tamil for Cotton Candy) speak so sweetly.

Well,she may be called mayil but i must tell you,a peacock will stand no way close in comparison to her beauty. Wow mate,you must see her...she is such a darling...so sweet and so beautiful,that sometimes i wonder why i am not so talented enough to write her a love song or why i am not so creative enough to build a monument celebrating her beauty. If i were to do so...i must tell you though...that her beauty will make Taj Mahal seem so obsolete.

I am at work now but i am looking forward to an opportunity to hear her sweet cooing once again....
But till then this is me...saying a big hi to my panju mutai,kadala mutai,mayil kutti and my sweet baby angel...
Ben

2006-02-27T16:01:00.000Z

My First Blog Ever...

This is a red letter day for me...cos this is my first blog ever...
I am feeling kinda weird cos i have never blogged before but then i am doing it because i want to tell the whole world that i love my darling Sharmi.

I would like to tell Sharmi about this blog site but then i dont know when i will get to tell her. I think i will wait for the right moment.

It is 4.00 PM in UK now and i am blogging from work. I wish to tell dear sharmi that i love her and i miss her and that i am thinking of her right now.I hope she knows how i feel about her.

I love you Sharmi. Just wish you get to read this sometime in the future. Cos this will now be my diary for you...and i will tell you all that i want to say but you would not let me say.

See you all soon....
Cheers,
Ben