Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Love you....Muahhh [:)]
Well...It’s my birthday today[:)]. Thanks Jey for such an idealistic dinner.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Happy Birthday Prathi!!!
Happy birthday dear, wish all your dreams come true this year! Have a fantastic year ahead.
Prathyusha is a very special person in my life; I learnt a lot of things from her…and still there’s loads to learn….thanks for everything dear….She is there for me all the time I need her, very supportive, her friendship is one of the best things that happened in my life…Thank you god! But, then people who see us for the first time…. will be like…OMG these girls never stop arguing…we are like that…we are two unique personalities I can say…our likes, dislikes, thinking and nothing for that matter matches…she is a very responsible girl…who loves to plan things and execute…where in I live for today… be happy today n that’s it, I don’t think of future where in she compromise everything for future. In spite of the odds, we are still great frens…Hope we would continue to be like this for ever and a day.
The best part is our birthdays fall on the same month. We both are Virgo’s, but then we are different…isn’t this something to think about?
Prathyusha is a very special person in my life; I learnt a lot of things from her…and still there’s loads to learn….thanks for everything dear….She is there for me all the time I need her, very supportive, her friendship is one of the best things that happened in my life…Thank you god! But, then people who see us for the first time…. will be like…OMG these girls never stop arguing…we are like that…we are two unique personalities I can say…our likes, dislikes, thinking and nothing for that matter matches…she is a very responsible girl…who loves to plan things and execute…where in I live for today… be happy today n that’s it, I don’t think of future where in she compromise everything for future. In spite of the odds, we are still great frens…Hope we would continue to be like this for ever and a day.
The best part is our birthdays fall on the same month. We both are Virgo’s, but then we are different…isn’t this something to think about?
Monday, August 20, 2007
Weird thought….
Last week, I happened to go to boonkeng (a place here in Singapore). I had never been to that place before….and I started walking…just searching for the landmark provided to reach the furniture shop, and it happened such a way that I had to cross a river, I was just walking on the bridge, and suddenly this weird thought came to my mind….”what if I fall down” and guess what?? The bridge’s base was something like they have aligned the rectangular slabs.….guess what I did?? I started walking on the sides, avoiding those slabs which are perfectly intact …..after I crossed it, I realized what a imprudent thing I had done….but yeah some times it so happens and it would seem like totally out of our control….
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Happy Independence Day!!!
I wish a very happy independence day to all my fellow Indians.
Vande Mataram!
Vande Mataram!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Happy Friendship Day!!!
Each friend represents a world in us, a world perhaps not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born….And I take this opportunity to thank all my dear frens!!! And yeah most notably I thank you God for giving me such great frens.
A small gift to all of you from my side…..
A small gift to all of you from my side…..
I guess flowers are one of the most sought after gift for Friendship Day!!! Yellow roses are apt for friendship day and hence this is for you with loads n loads of my love wrapped with the fragrance of these beautiful roses….. And yeah the ones who love me and consider me as a true fren can feel the flowers and their fragrance as well [;)]
This is to all my dear frens…..
Whenever you feel forlorn,
And the plight seems to be endless,
Just remember one word “buddy”
And that I will be there to light your way.
Anytime you need a friend,
I will always be there for you.
And make sure you will never be alone again,
So leave the very thought of it.
Even if you are miles n miles away,
I am always by your side.
So don't you ever be lonely,my love will make it alright.
When the twilight is impending,
Whenever you feel forlorn,
And the plight seems to be endless,
Just remember one word “buddy”
And that I will be there to light your way.
Anytime you need a friend,
I will always be there for you.
And make sure you will never be alone again,
So leave the very thought of it.
Even if you are miles n miles away,
I am always by your side.
So don't you ever be lonely,my love will make it alright.
When the twilight is impending,
And your Spirit thinning,
Just remember you're not alone,
And my Love will be there,
To Guide your way.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
What’s in store for the mother-in-law?
Good one with an excellent ethical, not my article though….I happened to read it in Hindu today…thought I would post it here….
Want to know about a strange and wonderful story of a 10 x 8 room?
A draft plan lay on the table, and around it sat Mrs. and Mr. Malik, and the architect. “This room could be 10 x 8,” said Mrs. Malik for the third time, pointing to a square in the plan, but the other two weren’t responding.
“The Maliks were going to have a house of their own in Delhi. They had purchased a plot in the most fashionable colony of the town sometime ago. Now that they were posted back to Delhi, they thought, they might as well have the house built…”
Thus begins a story titled “A room 10’x 8’” by Kartar Singh Duggal, included in a CBSE English reader for class XII. Duggal, 90, is an eminent Punjabi writer, recently honoured with the Sahitya Akademi Fellowship. He has served as director, All India Radio, and director, National Book Trust. Duggal was awarded Padma Bhushan in 1988, as a page about him on http://rajyasabha.nic.in informs.Back to the story…
The architect explains to Mrs. Malik that the room is meant to be a store, and hence depicted with smaller dimensions. “Yes, but I thought it could be my mother-in-law’s room and after her it might be used as a store-room,” says Mrs.Malik.
The architect doesn’t understand. So, Mrs. Malik explains haltingly: “I mean… my mother-in-law could use the room for the present… As you know she is old and infirm… She isn’t going to be there for… and after her it could be converted into a store-room.”
What does Mr.Malik have to say? “He too, was of the opinion that the store should be a little bigger. It is always better to have a commodious store-room so that one can move about the trunks more freely. Then it is also more convenient to keep it tidy,” narrates Duggal.
Thus the discussion concluded with a change in measurement for the room adjacent to the kitchen, as per Mrs. Malik’s suggestion. “The courtyard would be a little narrower but that didn’t matter much…” The story progresses through construction of the house under the careful supervision of Mrs. Malik. For, she had decided to settle down permanently in Delhi with the children, even if Mr. Malik were to go on transfer elsewhere.
“Mrs. Malik took an untiring interest in the construction of the house. She would be seen standing at the site with her umbrella throughout the day. She supervised every detail. At times she would give a hand to the masons and others. She was the first to arrive at the construction site and left when everyone had gone away. She ensured that there was no wastage of material and the labourers were not idle. Before long the house was completed. Mrs. Malik insisted that she would have new furniture made for the house; she would not let the old furniture enter the house, not a piece of it.”
But, as luck would have it, the Maliks did not move into the new house. The government had requisitioned the place and the rent offered was too good to refuse.
Then came a transfer, and it was to be many years before they got a Delhi posting. Meanwhile, their daughter had been married; and Mrs. Malik’s mother-in-law passed away.
After the Delhi posting, the son’s marriage took place, Mr. Malik retired from service, but the Maliks continued staying in a rented house, along with the son and daughter-in-law, because the government continued to occupy their house.
“Mr.Malik was still fighting with the government for the release of the house when his end came. He passed away without being able to live in his house even for a day.”
Adding a twist to the irony was the de-requisitioning of the house by the government three months later.
“Mrs Malik’s daughter-in-law was keener than Mrs. Malik to shift to her own house. The moment they were restored possession of the house, she had it painted and polished… The furniture dealer had been ordered to supply a number of pieces.”
The day came when the family was to shift. “It was raining incessantly… Mrs. Malik was sitting in the back seat of the car. She had a strange sinking sensation,” narrates the author.
“A drive in the evening always makes me go to sleep,” she spoke in a whisper. “I am not going to eat. I have no appetite. I would like to sleep.” The servants were busy shifting the luggage from the porch, and laying dinner on the table. “Then you better retire to your room,” said the daughter-in-law pointing to the 10’x 8’ room and her son conducted Mrs. Malik to it, holding her hand. She was feeling terribly drowsy. Half-asleep and weary, Mrs. Malik is lost in memories of her husband and her plans. She is able to hear snatches of conversation from the kitchen.
It is her daughter-in-law’s voice: “The house is otherwise very well planned. It only lacks a store-room. I would like to have a big enough store…”
Want to know about a strange and wonderful story of a 10 x 8 room?
A draft plan lay on the table, and around it sat Mrs. and Mr. Malik, and the architect. “This room could be 10 x 8,” said Mrs. Malik for the third time, pointing to a square in the plan, but the other two weren’t responding.
“The Maliks were going to have a house of their own in Delhi. They had purchased a plot in the most fashionable colony of the town sometime ago. Now that they were posted back to Delhi, they thought, they might as well have the house built…”
Thus begins a story titled “A room 10’x 8’” by Kartar Singh Duggal, included in a CBSE English reader for class XII. Duggal, 90, is an eminent Punjabi writer, recently honoured with the Sahitya Akademi Fellowship. He has served as director, All India Radio, and director, National Book Trust. Duggal was awarded Padma Bhushan in 1988, as a page about him on http://rajyasabha.nic.in informs.Back to the story…
The architect explains to Mrs. Malik that the room is meant to be a store, and hence depicted with smaller dimensions. “Yes, but I thought it could be my mother-in-law’s room and after her it might be used as a store-room,” says Mrs.Malik.
The architect doesn’t understand. So, Mrs. Malik explains haltingly: “I mean… my mother-in-law could use the room for the present… As you know she is old and infirm… She isn’t going to be there for… and after her it could be converted into a store-room.”
What does Mr.Malik have to say? “He too, was of the opinion that the store should be a little bigger. It is always better to have a commodious store-room so that one can move about the trunks more freely. Then it is also more convenient to keep it tidy,” narrates Duggal.
Thus the discussion concluded with a change in measurement for the room adjacent to the kitchen, as per Mrs. Malik’s suggestion. “The courtyard would be a little narrower but that didn’t matter much…” The story progresses through construction of the house under the careful supervision of Mrs. Malik. For, she had decided to settle down permanently in Delhi with the children, even if Mr. Malik were to go on transfer elsewhere.
“Mrs. Malik took an untiring interest in the construction of the house. She would be seen standing at the site with her umbrella throughout the day. She supervised every detail. At times she would give a hand to the masons and others. She was the first to arrive at the construction site and left when everyone had gone away. She ensured that there was no wastage of material and the labourers were not idle. Before long the house was completed. Mrs. Malik insisted that she would have new furniture made for the house; she would not let the old furniture enter the house, not a piece of it.”
But, as luck would have it, the Maliks did not move into the new house. The government had requisitioned the place and the rent offered was too good to refuse.
Then came a transfer, and it was to be many years before they got a Delhi posting. Meanwhile, their daughter had been married; and Mrs. Malik’s mother-in-law passed away.
After the Delhi posting, the son’s marriage took place, Mr. Malik retired from service, but the Maliks continued staying in a rented house, along with the son and daughter-in-law, because the government continued to occupy their house.
“Mr.Malik was still fighting with the government for the release of the house when his end came. He passed away without being able to live in his house even for a day.”
Adding a twist to the irony was the de-requisitioning of the house by the government three months later.
“Mrs Malik’s daughter-in-law was keener than Mrs. Malik to shift to her own house. The moment they were restored possession of the house, she had it painted and polished… The furniture dealer had been ordered to supply a number of pieces.”
The day came when the family was to shift. “It was raining incessantly… Mrs. Malik was sitting in the back seat of the car. She had a strange sinking sensation,” narrates the author.
“A drive in the evening always makes me go to sleep,” she spoke in a whisper. “I am not going to eat. I have no appetite. I would like to sleep.” The servants were busy shifting the luggage from the porch, and laying dinner on the table. “Then you better retire to your room,” said the daughter-in-law pointing to the 10’x 8’ room and her son conducted Mrs. Malik to it, holding her hand. She was feeling terribly drowsy. Half-asleep and weary, Mrs. Malik is lost in memories of her husband and her plans. She is able to hear snatches of conversation from the kitchen.
It is her daughter-in-law’s voice: “The house is otherwise very well planned. It only lacks a store-room. I would like to have a big enough store…”
Thank you God!!!
I am really indebted to you god for giving me such amazing friends ….I am lucky all the time when it comes to frens….they all care for me so much and give me so much n much of love…I was never ever let down in case of frens…..Thanks all….
Last Saturday I was some how feeling low for the sequence of things that were happening with me…and yeah I knew I was bit poignant, didn’t know what to do….was very disturbed and was feeling nostalgic too…started watching Indian Idol and as it is the elimination round was going on…and yeah my situation was drowning….that split second I received a call and that’s my dear fren Swe….we almost spoke for 2 hrs….from college fun to families to fashion to life in general….so on n on…..and by the time I was done, I was like very much back to normalcy….Thanks dear!!! Thanks so much….
Last Saturday I was some how feeling low for the sequence of things that were happening with me…and yeah I knew I was bit poignant, didn’t know what to do….was very disturbed and was feeling nostalgic too…started watching Indian Idol and as it is the elimination round was going on…and yeah my situation was drowning….that split second I received a call and that’s my dear fren Swe….we almost spoke for 2 hrs….from college fun to families to fashion to life in general….so on n on…..and by the time I was done, I was like very much back to normalcy….Thanks dear!!! Thanks so much….
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