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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 .

Kanden

sitting on the bus
i saw a salamander
kill in one second

Oru eee kaka illadha ooril , orunal .....

The infinity of Grace - O V Vijayan

To discover India , to respect her past , to know lives , to feel love,
to learn grace .....

... to better your understanding of life.

1+1 = 2 (from dustflies)

The Progressive Classic

The lovers sat on the deserted riverside,the full moon above them.
He held her close.Their lips met.

'Darling', she said ,'there is something on my mind'.
'Tell me precious',he said.
'Have you read Karl Marx's Das Kapital?'
'I haven't .I have been wanting to.'
He began undoing her blouse.

'Have patience',she said.'Let us read Kapital.I brought it along with me.'

He took his hand off her and said,'As you wish.'
They lit a lamp by the riverside and began reading.
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After many months,when they had finished the four volumes of Kapital,he resumed his petting.

'I love you',she said.
The moon shone over them.

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Post script : Readers are requested to get hold of four volumes of Das Kapital and fill in the blanks.If they do so,this little story will become the lengthiest Socialist-realist novel in contemporary literature.

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- O.V.Vijayan

HSH

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