A few pennies worth

23C vs Vovlo (Office bus)

Spicy Recipes , steamy gossip , hot politics ,stinging whistles,fiery arguments seemed to compete with the madras heat .As the din of daily exchange rose , she snuggled into a comfortable alapanai in Amruthavarshini and let it wash everything away and giggled as she imagined a "chiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssssssssshhhhhh" sound.She was thankful there was no radio on the bus.

In a purrfect world

.... thunder strikes when the cat is away .

Life ends , art lives on .

The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling ‘Kilroy was here’ on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.—William Faulkner

Twilight zone

May in UK

Night creeps in and floods me with a despair of having wasted the day.
At nine pm daylight lingers around and plays day for me to use well .

For me these zones spell Hope !

bits of blah

After a cup of coffee, after a book ...............

"i am depressed , i want to read a lot and just die ."


"fair enough"

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Please open your mouth wide , while i stuff this down your throat !!!

1 to 10

First impressions,
secondary love,
third night,
fourth lover,
fifth condom,
sixth sense,
seventh fight,
Eight PM,
nine lies,
Ten is when she's gone.

venkat siddareddy

Aiming High - A Hero for Real

http://www.1stindian7summits.com/

Kudos to Malli Mastan Babu !!

Just a thought

I feel that great souls like Sri Vivekananda , Sri Aurobindo - people with a higher realm of thinking die but their greatness is distributed amongst many souls to be born .

One very nice observation that came across while watching Kathakali, is that the characters of noble bearing are painted green while the ones that are evil are tainted green with red streaks(depicting evil). Characters like Ravana in Ramayana are also developed with such an interesting combination of good , bad , beautiful and the ugly .Unlike many films which have only shades of Black and white for people's characters .

Ideally Nature tries to establish a balance between good and bad . For without bad around ,how will we know the good ?

So everybody has in their souls a dialogue between this distributed greatness and their own nature(own soul) .
It depends on this "own soul " to recognise and bring out such greatness or to totally extinguish it .
Reading , watching life ,experiencing pain , joys , thinking , being good ,music et al aid in cultivating such greatness.

From the Gitanjali

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not.
He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to thy door in his company.

Tagore

Hiroshima Mon amour

Madness is like intelligence.You can't explain it.Just like intelligence.
It comes over you ,consumes you ..........and then you understand.

But when it's gone.You no longer understand it at all.


Hiroshima Mon amour (1959)
http://www.film.u-net.com/Movies/Reviews/Hiroshima_Amour.html

Madman dies - Anonymous

The book was being made into a movie after 25 years .It was cult all the way . People loved it,reread it, thought it ,breathed it , killed after it , died for it .

Nobody ever took him seriously . Not his wife , nor his friends at the bar when he said that it was his child , that he wrote it .No honour would be paid , no newspaper would scream his name .Not even when he passed away, alone by the fountain,this May hugging the book close.... very close.

Have been here

http://www.ecse.rpi.edu/Homepages/shivkuma/personal/music/index.html

To learn more and know more about Carnatic Music .

A perfect match.

Once upon a time ,a boy sat by the river and cried "Nobody loves me".

Upon that same time in another world a girl screamed from the rooftops,"I am nobody".

They lived happily ever after.

How come ,now ?

We met a naturalist in Kerala who told us that the worms (on the orange plant)would turn into a rare species of butterflies . He asked me to store it in a glass jar and watch them grow.

I hurried to my terrace this morning and did not find a single worm .

How come ,now?

Ramu : So tell us frankly ...

(ramu continues)Yours is an arranged marriage a or ummm .... lovvvvaaa ?


Somu : Well, we arranged for it and our parents loved it .

Silly Superstitions

Blink :A grey rat crossed my path .

Bat : Oh ! thats a good Omen . It warns you of a black cat that might have followed her .

Blink : ( smirk................sigh!)

Postman, please come and pick it up and put it in his pocket

Dear Mr. Caterpillar,

Please leave my mandarin orange plants alone . I have been taking care of them for the past five years .It is a pain to see you and your family chewing away at the leaves every morning and evening .

Thankyou ,
yours sincerely
ranjani.

Mylapore meengal

Watched fish fighting for pori urundai at the Mylapore tank .

Its a lovely sight and you can stand there and watch until the kombed watchman drives you away with his stick .

P.S : Please make sure you dispose of the plastic covers though .