How many innocent lives, how many innocent victims, how many more blasts, how many more to cry, how many more to loose a near and dear, how much more to live in fear, how much more of tolerance, how much more of anger, how much more of dirty politics, how many more to witness bloodshed, how much more of agony, how much more of frustration?It Pains. What do you call this? The face of terrorism.
Friday, 28 November 2008
Sunday, 23 November 2008
My Mother And Me
Posted on 09:36 by Unknown
This photo is taken from Dani Tracy's photo stream on flickr. To see more of her photos click hereOld are those days, gone are those times,those fabled moments, gift of prime.Colorful memories down those lanes,a photo in black and white, that only remains.The mittens that she knitted,the taste buds that she kneaded.everything remains afresh, all till this day.Retracting images working my mind,
Saturday, 22 November 2008
Lolita - By Vladimir Nabokov - Book Review
Posted on 21:28 by Unknown
Lolita, the word in which the tongue touches the upper pallet of the mouth, then the lower and then blasts air out of the mouth. Similar is its style of writing which throws out three different perspectives. The book is about Humbert Humbert, a person who is obsessed by a 12 year old girl, whom he calls a nymphet. In the book, he narrates his reason for his obsession, how he befriends a widow (
Saturday, 15 November 2008
My Word, the Right Word, Or Is it?
Posted on 20:52 by Unknown
[This photo is taken from Daniel Horacio Agostini photo stream on flick. To see more of his photos, chick here] When Nostradamus, the seer predicted the end of the world in 2000, it was not unknown to people who witnessed the years of 1990s discussing the same and how the World War III could end it all. However, we are alive today, safe and secure. When the countdown to 2000 took place, the IT
Lanes beyond Vasco da Gama’s Kozhikode
Posted on 10:49 by Unknown
When ever I have heard of this place ‘Kozhikode’, I never knew or bothered to know where the hell this place is. All what remained in my mind was what I needed to know to get some marks in my history papers, ‘Vasco-de-gama’s set foot in Calicut (in malayalam known as Kozhikode), Kerala in 1494’ or some year like that. With a good old friend and many of those who gave me company I could explore
Monday, 3 November 2008
Woh Pehli Baar, Jab Ham Mile on Keyboard
Posted on 07:43 by Unknown
[please note that there may be mistakes in these notes, however I am hoping that this would be helpful to those who do not have the privilege to go for keyboard learning classes and are hunting for some info, something that I faced when I started learning keyboard]Woh pehli baar jab hum mileS....n....S.d....S..n.S..n.S...pAm………………….C………….GHaathon mein haath jab hum chalen...d.....n.....p...R
Saturday, 1 November 2008
Massage With A Difference
Posted on 05:42 by Unknown
[This photo is taken from lintmachine's photo stream on flickr. To see more of his photos, click here]When I had my first massage in Japan, it was one of the most sensual experience. After that I did try a couple of times however, nothing was that satisfying.When I went to the barber shop the previous time, he showed me some of the new equipment that he had purchased. Even though I did not show
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