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Showing posts with label Inspired from WWW. Show all posts
Excuse - for one *Lazy* blogger
A thought
Life is a journey.... journey is struggle.... struggle yields fun.... fun is ecstacy.... ecstacy is love.... love is hope.... and hope leads to confidence.... that.... someday, someway....life would be the way i want it to be!!!
Source: WWW
Source: WWW
Court
I am my own court, I am my own judge
Create my own alligation here
And give my own justification
I incriminate a me in myself
And defend a me against the world.
I support my own convictions
And weaken my own arguments.
I am my own law, law-maker and law-breaker.
Courtesy:WWW
Create my own alligation here
And give my own justification
I incriminate a me in myself
And defend a me against the world.
I support my own convictions
And weaken my own arguments.
I am my own law, law-maker and law-breaker.
Courtesy:WWW
Elixir Of Life - Narendra Nair
Interesting article from the Times of India, 24th Nov, 09. Just thought I'd share it with you all....
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He was the man everyone looked up to. Six feet two inches in height and three feet from shoulder to shoulder, the looks of Gregory Peck, the voice of Amitabh Bachchan – when he smiled, women swooned. He did an hour’s tennis each day, rode, swam and played golf. Those who, of either sex, had managed to see his abdomen, declared it to be an eight pack and a lady once insisted that it was a ten pack. If true, it would rewrite anatomy of the rectus-abdominis. A gushing young woman once said that he had made the sea part at the Gateway of India by merely looking at it hard. He strode down the street like it belonged to him and with the looks of a movie star, he could have had any role for the asking. In fact, he spent a goodish amount of time fending off movie producers from his door. He drove a Lexus and a BMW and lived alone in a penthouse. Some said he had climbed Everest thrice; others said he had sailed down the Amazon and it was generally agreed that he had more planes than Vijay Mallya and was richer than Lakshmi Mittal. His general knowledge was encyclopaedic and in the circles he moved he was the only one who could pronounce and spell antidisestablishmentarianism without fracturing a syllable. He could talk as easily of Pareto distribution as of the intricacies of uranium enrichment, aviation mechanics, and the Karmarkar algorithm. He discussed the Mughal era or the Upanishads with equal ease. He danced like Fred Astaire and loved pre-dinner cocktails. He maintained that any potable liquid other than alcohol was for women.
And yet, this God-like Superman was recently discovered drinking – our tongues burn with embarrassment to say this – milk from a bottle labelled e-Moo! The impact was the same as if Sachin Tendulkar had been seen playing cricket with a pingpong ball. But faith was restored quickly, when we learned the truth. Fizzy, carbonated milk had been launched in the United States for school students there some months ago. He had imported some, to try out cocktails combining the carbonated milk with white rum, gin and kahlua. What the school students did with carbonated milk no one was sure, except burp maybe, but speaking for himself, he declared he found that milk and alcohol was the shortest route to nirvana.
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GUESS WHO???
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He was the man everyone looked up to. Six feet two inches in height and three feet from shoulder to shoulder, the looks of Gregory Peck, the voice of Amitabh Bachchan – when he smiled, women swooned. He did an hour’s tennis each day, rode, swam and played golf. Those who, of either sex, had managed to see his abdomen, declared it to be an eight pack and a lady once insisted that it was a ten pack. If true, it would rewrite anatomy of the rectus-abdominis. A gushing young woman once said that he had made the sea part at the Gateway of India by merely looking at it hard. He strode down the street like it belonged to him and with the looks of a movie star, he could have had any role for the asking. In fact, he spent a goodish amount of time fending off movie producers from his door. He drove a Lexus and a BMW and lived alone in a penthouse. Some said he had climbed Everest thrice; others said he had sailed down the Amazon and it was generally agreed that he had more planes than Vijay Mallya and was richer than Lakshmi Mittal. His general knowledge was encyclopaedic and in the circles he moved he was the only one who could pronounce and spell antidisestablishmentarianism without fracturing a syllable. He could talk as easily of Pareto distribution as of the intricacies of uranium enrichment, aviation mechanics, and the Karmarkar algorithm. He discussed the Mughal era or the Upanishads with equal ease. He danced like Fred Astaire and loved pre-dinner cocktails. He maintained that any potable liquid other than alcohol was for women.
And yet, this God-like Superman was recently discovered drinking – our tongues burn with embarrassment to say this – milk from a bottle labelled e-Moo! The impact was the same as if Sachin Tendulkar had been seen playing cricket with a pingpong ball. But faith was restored quickly, when we learned the truth. Fizzy, carbonated milk had been launched in the United States for school students there some months ago. He had imported some, to try out cocktails combining the carbonated milk with white rum, gin and kahlua. What the school students did with carbonated milk no one was sure, except burp maybe, but speaking for himself, he declared he found that milk and alcohol was the shortest route to nirvana.
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GUESS WHO???
Thomas Carrew
He that loves a rosy cheek,
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires:
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires:
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
Looking for you
A poem from a friend
I am Willing.
© Margaret Dubay Mikus
I am willing to change what doesn’t work for me in my life.
I am willing to listen with an open heart, without judging.
I am willing to plant seeds that take a long time, if ever, to grow.
I am willing to feel and let go.
I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.
I am willing to live in the present.
I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.
I am willing to love as much as my endless spirit will allow.
I am willing to be seen in all my radiance.
I am willing to be fearless.
I am willing to be powerful.
I am willing to be peaceful.
I am willing to stand tall. and walk gracefully.
I am willing to sing with my stunning, full voice.
I am willing to allow. I am willing to let go.
I am willing to change.
I am willing to see and be seen.
I am willing to hear and be heard.
I am willing to feel and be felt.
I am willing to heal and be healed.
I am willing to love and be loved.
I am willing to change what doesn’t work for me in my life.
I am willing to listen with an open heart, without judging.
I am willing to plant seeds that take a long time, if ever, to grow.
I am willing to feel and let go.
I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.
I am willing to live in the present.
I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.
I am willing to love as much as my endless spirit will allow.
I am willing to be seen in all my radiance.
I am willing to allow. I am willing to let go..
I am willing to be fully human.
found at Panta Rhei blog
© Margaret Dubay Mikus
I am willing to change what doesn’t work for me in my life.
I am willing to listen with an open heart, without judging.
I am willing to plant seeds that take a long time, if ever, to grow.
I am willing to feel and let go.
I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.
I am willing to live in the present.
I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.
I am willing to love as much as my endless spirit will allow.
I am willing to be seen in all my radiance.
I am willing to be fearless.
I am willing to be powerful.
I am willing to be peaceful.
I am willing to stand tall. and walk gracefully.
I am willing to sing with my stunning, full voice.
I am willing to allow. I am willing to let go.
I am willing to change.
I am willing to see and be seen.
I am willing to hear and be heard.
I am willing to feel and be felt.
I am willing to heal and be healed.
I am willing to love and be loved.
I am willing to change what doesn’t work for me in my life.
I am willing to listen with an open heart, without judging.
I am willing to plant seeds that take a long time, if ever, to grow.
I am willing to feel and let go.
I am willing to make mistakes and learn from them.
I am willing to live in the present.
I am willing to forgive and forget in my heart.
I am willing to love as much as my endless spirit will allow.
I am willing to be seen in all my radiance.
I am willing to allow. I am willing to let go..
I am willing to be fully human.
found at Panta Rhei blog
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