Thinking Aloud

What has changed

2011-07-15T03:40:00.000-07:00

2011

Save Mumbai

Travel fears and an unlikely survivor

2011-07-11T03:24:00.000-07:00

Mumbai 7/11 Local Train Blast victims

Julian Beever

2011-07-09T23:49:00.000-07:00

Julian Beever - From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Julian BeeverJulian Beever is an English chalk artist who has been creating trompe-l'œil chalk drawings on pavement surfaces since the mid-1990s. He uses a projection technique called anamorphosis to create the illusion of three dimensions when viewed from the correct angle. It is often possible to position a person within the image as if they were interacting with the scene.

Beever first designs his work on paper. Once finalised, a camera is placed at a distance from the art on the pavement which he returns to in order to observe the image through the lens a number of times, as the camera's wide angled lens can create an optical illusion which distorts the actual size of objects, which aids in maintaining perspective.

Beever works internationally as a freelance artist and creates murals for companies.

Besides this pavement art, Beever also paints murals with acrylic paints and replicas of the works of masters and oil paintings, and creates collages. Among his other work are drawings, usually themed around music.

A promotional chalk drawing from 2007.In 2010, Beever released a book Pavement Chalk Artist, which includes photographs of many of his works from around the world.

Mumbai DNA

2011-07-03T05:17:00.000-07:00

Telangana RTO

2011-07-02T10:42:00.000-07:00

Seen somewhere in Hyderabad!

Personal Anthem

2011-06-19T22:28:00.000-07:00

Identify your very own personal anthem!

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By T.J. Hunter

This simple questionnaire determines which song previously unknown to you will revolutionize your life for the better. Rejoice!

US President Barack Obama - DNA News Archives

2011-06-14T01:07:00.000-07:00

Mumbai DNA

2011-06-14T00:59:00.000-07:00

http://www.dnaindia.com/mumbai

Amaron - Lasts Long......

2011-05-27T04:54:00.000-07:00

New AD here: Amaron Silver Ting Silver Tong

Still Confused: Amaron. Lasts Long. Really long. Ting tong

Jay dev jai dev jay mangal murti ||

2010-11-06T13:15:00.001-07:00

Still Confused: Jay dev jai dev jay mangal murti ||

Still Confused: jay dev jay dev - video

Still Confused: Jay dev jai dev jay mangal murti ||

2010-11-06T13:14:00.000-07:00

Still Confused: Jay dev jai dev jay mangal murti ||

OBAMA CEO

2010-11-06T13:09:00.000-07:00

Still Confused: BARAK IN INDIA

DIWALI 2010

2010-11-02T23:28:00.000-07:00

CWG - Opening

2010-10-04T23:40:00.001-07:00

I TOLD U SO..........

2010-10-01T22:08:00.000-07:00

BCCI makes major changes to IPL governing council

Pranav Mistry: The thrilling potential of SixthSense technology

2010-08-07T10:59:00.000-07:00

IPL

2010-05-01T12:50:00.000-07:00

NOW THEY SAY THE IPL WAS FIXED ??

A REPOST _ REPRODUCED
__________________________________________________________________
Sunday, May 24, 2009

WAS THE IPL FIXED... ?
The Country was FixedThe Telecast timings was FixedThe Inauguration was FixedThe Closing Ceremony was FixedThe Sponsors were FixedThe Owners were in a Fix& The Matches ??
posted by rookie_journo @ 24.5.09

end...

2009-11-12T09:39:00.000-08:00

Is this going to be Worst?

Is Tweeting Cool

2009-11-06T04:50:00.001-08:00

If you are a 'non-celebrity', is it worth being on Twitter??

No where to Go

2009-09-06T08:13:00.000-07:00

New age cinema
New age television
New age media
New age telecommunication

WAS THE IPL FIXED... ?

2009-05-24T12:10:00.000-07:00

The Country was Fixed
The Telecast timings was Fixed
The Inauguration was Fixed
The Closing Ceremony was Fixed
The Sponsors were Fixed
The Owners were in a Fix
& The Matches ??

How does one feel??

2008-09-03T11:16:00.000-07:00

After Swallowing Poison
After Loosing your mind
After Dying in space
After Memory loss
After Reaching a roadblock
After reading this blog!

WORST YEAR EVER.......

2007-12-31T02:28:00.000-08:00

For Dolphins, 2007 was the worst year ever
2007: worst year for the environment
Britney’s Worst Year Ever
2007 on Pace to Be Worst Year For Airlines' On-Time Performance
2007 Worst Year Yet in Iraq
2007 Worst Year Yet in My LIFE.....

Now and Then

2007-12-23T02:03:00.000-08:00

Life is a constant Battle.

Battle to keep everybody happy
Battle to please society/family and peers
Battle against the Joneses

Some win some loose…

Some just keep on struggling to Win

Some just give-up to fate and destiny

And yet some ALWAYS hope for the Best!

19 months of married life
with a parent lost to God
with hair on my head less than before
with a pregnant wife
and an unhappy mother

WHAT DO I Do??

Simply give up…

Coming Up Next—
Birthday Wishes!!!

My Personal Anthem

2007-12-11T20:56:00.000-08:00

"Better Man"

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
'Cause it's not my fault
I know I've been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you've found that lover
You're homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doin' all I can
To be a better man

ROBBIE WILLIAMS

Marry a Prostitute.... ?

2007-12-06T21:46:00.000-08:00

U r a Pimp
U like easy Money
U were fooled into it
U like to take risks
U like 'experience'
U r shocked
U r an NGO
U beleive in rehabilitation
U think its just a profession
U cant digest the fact

U write a Blog on it !!!!!!

Hello wORLD

2007-11-18T20:42:00.000-08:00

I need to look up to life NOW!
Let bygones be bygones... let ME see what a new perspective towards life will have in store for.

Things happen, you must learn to forgive and move on... this is what the "intellect world" suggests. But is this possible in practical life... when ones trust is broken beyond imagination.

OK Ok enough cribbing...... Let me think how can I work towards it:

Try and be HAPPIER
Think Positive
Look forward to making things HAPPEN
Pray
Dream
ACT
It Happens for the BEST
Believe
Forget bad times
Breath
Meditate
Talk

Let me begin with atleast the above.... I can add to the list above LATER ON (Stop Procrastinating)

HE GAVE UP!

2007-05-15T03:56:00.000-07:00

After some months of illness and struggle, he gave up on the night of 22nd April……...

He did his best in whatever he could………

May GOD bless his Soul!

HE WAS MY DAD ......................................................... I have tears in my eyes

God will Help!

2006-12-10T22:13:00.000-08:00

Prayer

2006-12-01T01:58:00.000-08:00

O Krishna, it is right that the world delights and rejoices in your praise, that all the saints and sages bow down to you and all evil flees before you to the far corners of the universe.

How could they not worship you, O Lord? You are the eternal spirit, who existed before Brahma the creator and who will never cease to be, the Lord of the gods, you are the abode of the universe. Changeless, you are what is and what is not, and beyond the duality of existence and non existence.

You are the first among gods, the timeless spirit, the resting place of all beings.You are the knower and the thing which is known.You are the final home; within your infinite form you pervade the cosmos.

You are Vayu, god of wind;Yama, god of death; Agni, god of fire; Varuna, god of water.You are the moon and the creator Prajapati,and the great-grandfather of all creatures. I bow before you and salute you again and again.

You are behind me and in front of me; I bow to you on every side. Your power is immeasurable. You pervade everything; you are everything.

the bhagavad gita - 11:36-40 - arjuna

The link below will open a separate window with our special World Prayers - PRAYER WHEEL. Give it a spin:
http://www.worldprayers.org/prayerwheel/index.html

PRAY FOR ME

2006-12-01T01:14:00.000-08:00

Please please all pray for me and my FAMILY!!
Please please all pray for me and my FAMILY!!

Collective prayers help............

Face in the Blocks

2006-10-10T04:51:00.000-07:00

At a Botanical Garden

2006-10-07T05:14:00.000-07:00

Need a new Camera?

2006-10-06T00:47:00.000-07:00

Canon

2006-10-03T06:13:00.000-07:00

Captured from My camera

2006-09-27T01:59:00.000-07:00

Time Pass

2006-09-19T03:26:00.000-07:00

Results??

Grieving process

2006-09-11T23:53:00.000-07:00

Research shows that of the 4,000 suicides annually, the greatest number take place during the months of May, August, November and December.

Quiz Result - What Type am I?

2006-09-08T02:10:00.000-07:00

You Should Be a Science Fiction Writer

Your ideas are very strange, and people often wonder what planet you're from.
And while you may have some problems being "normal," you'll have no problems writing sci-fi.
Whether it's epic films, important novels, or vivid comics...
Your own little universe could leave an important mark on the world!

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Take the above Quiz

Julian Beever

2006-09-04T22:47:00.000-07:00

State of my Mind!

2006-09-03T23:37:00.000-07:00

Jab dard nahi tha seene me, tab khaak maja tha jeene me,
Ab ke Shaayad hum Bhi roye, saavan ke mahine me....

Jaane Woh Kaise Log The Jinke Pyar Ko Pyar Mila,
Humne To Jab Kaliyaan Maangi Kaaton Ka Haar Mila....

"THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 22nd " ??

2006-09-02T23:17:00.000-07:00

IT HAS BEEN CALCULATED THAT IF EVERYONE DID NOT PURCHASE A DROP OF
PETROL FOR ONE DAY AND ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THE OIL COMPANIES WOULD
CHOKE
ON THEIR STOCKPILES.

AT THE SAME TIME IT WOULD HIT THE ENTIRE INDUSTRY WITH A NET LOSS
OVER 4.6 BILLION DOLLARS WHICH AFFECTS THE BOTTOM LINES OF THE OIL
COMPANIES.

THEREFORE "THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 22nd " HAS BEEN FORMALLY DECLARED "STICK
IT UP THEIR BEHIND " DAY AND THE PEOPLE OF THIS NATION SHOULD NOT BUY A
SINGLE DROP OF PETROL THAT DAY.

THE ONLY WAY THIS CAN BE DONE IS IF YOU FORWARD THIS E-MAIL TO AS MANY
PEOPLE AS YOU CAN AND AS QUICKLY AS YOU CAN TO GET THE WORD OUT.
WAITING ON THE GOVERNMENT TO STEP IN AND CONTROL THE PRICES IS NOT
GOING TO
HAPPEN. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE REDUCTION AND CONTROL IN PRICES THAT THE
ARAB NATIONS PROMISED TWO WEEKS AGO?

REMEMBER ONE THING, NOT ONLY IS THE PRICE OF PETROL GOING UP BUT AT
THE SAME TIME AIRLINES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES,
TRUCKING COMPANIES ARE FORCED TO RAISE THEIR PRICES WHICH AFFECTS
PRICES ON EVERYTHING THAT IS SHIPPED. THINGS LIKE FOOD, CLOTHING,
BUILDING
SUPPLIES MEDICAL SUPPLIES ETC.

WHO PAYS IN THE END? WE DO!

WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE.IF THEY DON'T GET THE MESSAGE AFTER ONE DAY,
WE WILL DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN. SO DO YOUR PART AND SPREAD THE WORD.
FORWARD THIS EMAIL TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW. MARK YOUR CALENDARS AND MAKE
SEPTEMBER 22nd A DAY THAT THE CITIZENS SAY "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH"

|| Ganesha ||

2006-09-02T02:24:00.000-07:00

According to the scriptures, there are thirty-two forms of Ganesha. But there are no hard and fast rules of iconography in his depiction, so the figures are eclectic and creative.

More Pictures HERE

Agassi, Rallies

2006-09-01T00:33:00.000-07:00

6-4 6-4 3-6 5-7 7-5.

DONTKNOWHATODO

2006-08-31T03:28:00.000-07:00

FASHION ?

2006-08-25T01:41:00.000-07:00

One Year - 50 posts Later

2006-08-24T02:02:00.000-07:00

F laws of Cricket

2006-08-21T03:19:00.000-07:00

Confused Flamingo

2006-08-17T01:38:00.000-07:00


Rutherford B. Hayes, a flamingo at the San Francisco Zoo, displays his own interpretation of the cardiovascular fitness craze known as "spinning."

2006-08-16T05:05:00.000-07:00

CONFUSED?

2006-08-16T03:57:00.000-07:00

You're never going to keep me down

2006-08-14T05:17:00.000-07:00

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Oh Danny Boy
Danny Boy
Danny Boy..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away
He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that remind him
Of the better times:
"Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour..."
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down
But I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down

Rainfall

2006-08-07T00:30:00.000-07:00

My job appraisal

2006-07-30T23:27:00.000-07:00

Internal Feeling

2006-07-28T23:08:00.000-07:00

Still Confused: DIRECTIONS

http://www.marriage-counseling-advice.info/

2006-07-24T05:41:00.000-07:00

I need Peace

2006-07-24T04:02:00.000-07:00

GOD i need HELP!!!!

2006-07-24T03:59:00.000-07:00

Im in ur custody now

I Live Here

2006-07-19T04:15:00.000-07:00

Not All of Them were Good Samaritans

2006-07-19T03:12:00.000-07:00

Mumbai, : While several people came forward to help blast victims, some also made use of the opportunity to make away with whatever they could lay their hands on.
Senior citizen Girishbhai Gandhi, who sustained multiple injuries in the blasts and was carried to hospital by social workers, was carrying a black leather bag containing two files of office documents, cash, a cellphone, a senior citizen identity card and a first-class train pass.
“When we found him at the hospital several hours later, he only had his telephone diary on him,’’ Gandhi’s daughter Rupa told TOI .

“He was anxious about getting the files back so I went to Borivli railway police station but couldn’t find any of his belongings.’’ Rupa said she feared the bag had been stolen. “His address and contact number were on the ID card so whoever found the bag could have returned it if he wanted to.’’

If Gandhi’s was a case of missing belongings , Vasai resident Yogesh Pandey came across a person who instead of helping him, helped himself to his phone. Pandey, a JNPT employee, was thrown off the train and fractured his leg. Unable to pull himself up, he fished out his cellphone and gave it to a man to dial his family’s number. The man simply walked away with the phone.
National junior hockey player Sanford De Sales was killed in the blast at Matunga and the lower portion of his body was disfigured when his family found him.
“Sanford’s gold chain, cellphone and wristwatch were missing. Initially, we thought they were lost in the melee, but his wife started receiving blank text messages from his number, days after his death,’’ said De Sales’ brother Claude. Stunned, the family contacted the mobile service provider and got De Sales’ number disconnected.

“It’s a horrible thing to do,’’ said Claude but added that he did not want to press any charges. “You cannot pinpoint to any one person who could have done it, there were so many people helping out that day. I’m thankful to have found Sanford’s body,’’ he said.
The jewellery of Santacruz resident Nandini Naik, who was killed in the Borivli blast, was also stolen. Her family could not believe “how someone could steal from a dead person’’.
A Kandivli-based family, the Ajmera family, had to undergo a worse nightmare. NTC employee Ashok Ajmera, 54, died in the blast at Jogeshwari. His son Pravin had barely had time to mourn the loss when he was intimated that withdrawals to the tune of Rs 40,000 had been made from Ajmera’s bank account.

Ajmera had been carrying his credit and debit cards with him on the day of the blasts and the family had to block them to prevent further misuse. Further, the railway police did not entertain their complaint and they had to approach a contact in the CM’s office to get the FIR filed

What made me Smile!!!

2006-07-13T22:40:00.000-07:00

How to use an Indian toilet the detailed pictorial guide to the GORAS!

FATE is so Strong.............

2006-07-13T22:30:00.000-07:00

U can't fight it!!!

What do u do?? learn to live with it,

My Lovely niece

2006-06-24T02:04:00.000-07:00

SAFE

2006-05-18T02:01:00.000-07:00

Columbia Alum

2006-04-29T01:21:00.000-07:00

YET ANOTHER EXAMPLE’

From page 6 of McCafferty’s first novel: “Sabrina was the brainy Angel. Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: Pretty or smart. Guess which one I got. You’ll see where it’s gotten me.” From page 39 of Viswanathan’s novel: “Moneypenny was the brainy female character. Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: smart or pretty. I had long resigned myself to category one, and as long as it got me to Harvard, I was happy. Except, it hadn’t gotten me to Harvard. Clearly, it was time to switch to category two.” ‘I

NEEDED IN A BEST FRIEND’

From page 7 of McCafferty’s first novel: “Bridget is my age and lives across the street. For the first twelve years of my life, these qualifications were all I needed in a best friend. But that was before Bridget’s braces came off and her boyfriend Burke got on, before Hope and I met in our seventh-grade honors classes. From page 14 of Viswanathan’s novel: “Priscilla was my age and lived two blocks away. For the first fifteen years of my life, those were the only qualifications I needed in a best friend. We had first bonded over our mutual fascination with the abacus in a playgroup for gifted kids. But that was before freshman year, when Priscilla’s glasses came off, and the first in a long string of boyfriends got on.”

‘BIG JOKE’

From page 23 of McCafferty’s first novel: “He’s got dusty reddish dreads that a girl could never run her hands through. His eyes are always half-shut. His lips are usually curled in a semi-smile, like he’s in on a big joke that’s being played on you but you don’t know it yet.” From page 48 of Viswanathan’s novel: “He had too-long shaggy brown hair that fell into his eyes, which were always half shut. His mouth was always curled into a half smile, like he knew about some big joke that was about to be played on you.”

‘SOMETHING SO RANDOM’

From page 217 of McCafferty’s first novel: “But then he tapped me on the shoulder, and said something so random that I was afraid he was back on the junk.” From page 142 of Viswanathan’s novel: “...he tapped me on the shoulder and said something so random I worried that he needed more expert counseling than I could provide.”

‘170 SPECIALTY SHOPS LATER’

From page 237 of McCafferty’s first novel: “Finally, four major department stores and 170 specialty shops later, we were done.” From page 51 of Viswanathan’s novel: “Five department stores, and 170 specialty shops later, I was sick of listening to her hum along to Alicia Keys....”

‘INVADING MY PERSONAL SPACE’

From page 213 of McCafferty’s first novel: “Marcus then leaned across me to open the passenger-side door. He was invading my personal space, as I had learned in Psych class, and I instinctively sank back into the seat. That just made him move in closer. I was practically one with the leather at this point, and unless I hopped into the backseat, there was nowhere else for me to go.” From page 175 of Viswanathan’s novel: “Sean stood up and stepped toward me, ostensibly to show me the book. He was definitely invading my personal space, as I had learned in a Human Evolution class last summer, and I instinctively backed up till my legs hit the chair I had been sitting in. That just made him move in closer, until the grommets in the leather embossed the backs of my knees, and he finally tilted the book toward me.”

‘COME ON, I WANT TO TALK TO YOU’

From page 209 of McCafferty’s first novel: “‘Uhhhh...I live less than half a mile from here. Twelve Forest Drive.’ “Pause. “‘So I don’t need a ride...’ “Another pause. “‘But do you want one?’ he asked. “God, did I want one. “He knew it, too. He leaned over the front seat and popped open the passenger-side door. ‘Come on, I want to talk to you,’ he said.” From page 172 of Viswanathan’s novel: “‘Sit down.’ “‘Uh, actually...I was just dropping off some books. I’m supposed to be home by nine. And it’s already eight-forty.’ “Pause. “‘So I can’t really stay...’ “Another pause. “‘But you want to?’ he asked. “Did I? Yes... “He knew it, too. He patted the chair again. ‘Come on, I want to talk to you,’ he said.”

‘NO TENSION TO COMPLICATE’

From page 223 of McCafferty’s first novel: “Marcus finds me completely nonsexual. No tension to complicate our whatever relationship. I should be relieved.” From pages 175 and 176 of Viswanathan’s novel: “Sean only wanted me as a friend. A nonsexual female friend. That was a good thing. There would be no tension to complicate our relationship and my soon-to-be relationship with Jeff Akel. I was relieved.”

‘SWEET AND WOODSY’

From page 46 of McCafferty’s first novel: “He smelled sweet and woodsy, like cedar shavings.” From page 147 of Viswanathan’s novel: “...I had even begun to recognize his cologne (sweet and woodsy and spicy, like the sandalwood key chains sold as souvenirs in India.)”

SOME SIMILARITIES TO ‘SECOND HELPINGS’ ‘TO BUY DIET COKES FROM’

From page 67 of McCafferty’s second novel: “...but in a truly sadomasochistic dieting gesture, they chose to buy their Diet Cokes at Cinnabon.” From page 46 of Viswanathan’s novel: “In a truly masochistic gesture, they had decided to buy Diet Cokes from Mrs. Fields...”

‘PINK TUBE TOP EMBLAZONED WITH A GLITTERY PLAYBOY BUNNY’

From page 68 of McCafferty’s second novel: “‘Omigod!’ shrieked Sara, taking a pink tube top emblazoned with a glittery Playboy bunny out of her shopping bag.” From page 51 of Viswanathan’s novel: “...I was sick of listening to her hum along to Alicia Keys, and worn out from resisting her efforts to buy me a pink tube top emblazoned with a glittery Playboy bunny.”

EXTRA POUNDS TURN UP IN BRA

From page 69 of McCafferty’s second novel: “Throughout this conversation, Manda acted like she couldn’t have been more bored. She lazily skimmed her new paperback copy of Reviving Ophelia—she must have read the old one down to shreds. She just stood there, popping another piece of Doublemint, or reapplying her lip gloss, or slapping her ever-present pack of Virginia Slims against her palm. (Insert oral fixation jokes, here, here and here.) Her hair—usually dishwater brown and wavy—had been straightened and bleached the color of sweet corn since the last time I saw her...Just when I thought she had maxed out on hooter hugeness, it seemed that whatever poundage Sara had lost over the summer had turned up in Manda’s bra.” From page 48 of Viswanathan’s novel: “The other HBz acted like they couldn’t be more bored. They sat down at a table, lazily skimmed heavy copies of Italian Vogue, popped pieces of Orbit, and reapplied layers of lip gloss. Jennifer, who used to be a bit on the heavy side, had dramatically slimmed down, no doubt through some combination of starvation and cosmetic surgery. Her lost pounds hadn’t completely disappeared, though; whatever extra pounds she’d shed from her hips had ended up in her bra. Jennifer’s hair, which I remembered as dishwater brown and riotously curl, had been bleached Clairol 252: Never Seen in Nature Blonde. It was also so straight it looked washed, pressed and starched.”

SHIRT ALERT

From page 88 of McCafferty’s second novel: “By the way, Marcus wore a T-shirt that said THURSDAY yesterday, and FRIDAY today.” From page 170 of Viswanathan’s novel: “He was wearing an old, faded gray sweatshirt that said ‘Tuesday’ on it. Except that today was Thursday.”

UPDATE:
Kaavya Viswanathan Harvard Author's Parents Die In Plane Crash

nightlover

2006-04-22T01:36:00.000-07:00

A--LIVE AGAIN!!!

Narmada

2006-04-21T00:09:00.000-07:00

Mapping my personality awareness!

2006-03-27T23:09:00.000-08:00

Arena

(known to self and others)

confident, intelligent, trustworthy

Blind Spot

(known only to others)

bold, caring, cheerful, clever, complex, dignified, friendly, giving, helpful, independent, ingenious, kind, knowledgeable, logical, loving, organised, spontaneous, warm, wise

Façade

(known only to self)

adaptable, patient, shy

Unknown

(known to nobody)

able, accepting, brave, calm, dependable, energetic, extroverted, happy, idealistic, introverted, mature, modest, nervous, observant, powerful, proud, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, sensible, sentimental, silly, sympathetic, tense, witty

Dominant Traits

60% of people think that rahul is knowledgeable

All Percentages

able (0%) accepting (0%) adaptable (0%) bold (20%) brave (0%) calm (0%) caring (20%) cheerful (40%) clever (40%) complex (20%) confident (20%) dependable (0%) dignified (20%) energetic (0%) extroverted (0%) friendly (40%) giving (20%) happy (0%) helpful (20%) idealistic (0%) independent (20%) ingenious (20%) intelligent (40%) introverted (0%) kind (20%) knowledgeable (60%) logical (20%) loving (20%) mature (0%) modest (0%) nervous (0%) observant (0%) organised (20%) patient (0%) powerful (0%) proud (0%) quiet (0%) reflective (0%) relaxed (0%) religious (0%) responsive (0%) searching (0%) self-assertive (0%) self-conscious (0%) sensible (0%) sentimental (0%) shy (0%) silly (0%) spontaneous (20%) sympathetic (0%) tense (0%) trustworthy (20%) warm (20%) wise (20%) witty (0%)

Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 28.3.2006, using data from 5 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view rahul's full data.

HOLI

2006-03-15T23:38:00.000-08:00

The great Indian Festival of COLOURS....

PICTURES HERE

Africa v Australia, 5th ODI, Johannesburg

2006-03-12T23:08:00.000-08:00

A closeup of the scoreboard showing Australia's world record score of 434 for 4

But perhaps more significantly, South Africa's score of 438-9 becomes a new record one-day international score

Better Man - Robbie Williams

2006-03-01T21:47:00.000-08:00

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
'Cause it's not my fault
I know I've been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I'm in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you've found that lover
You're homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I'm getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I'm doin' all I can
To be a better man

Please help

2006-03-01T01:55:00.000-08:00

Iam depressed
Iam stressed
Iam showing Anxiety
I vent my anger on my helpless parents.. SORRY!
I want to calm down

:-(

DooDle

2006-02-28T01:14:00.000-08:00

My Guess.... she is?

2006-02-28T01:12:00.000-08:00

Going Back

2006-02-16T21:29:00.000-08:00

Find out here why

France — French President Chirac has announced a dramatic recall of the asbestos-laden warship Clemenceau -- it will be turning around and going back to France. Our actions, emails to Chirac and an embarrassing international scandal left France with little choice but to abandon the misguided attempt to dump its own toxic mess on India.

GreenPeace

MIND TWIST

2006-02-15T01:45:00.000-08:00

Hair raising experience!

2006-02-13T21:44:00.000-08:00

MUSHY hair cutting salon recommends --

Maha Slam (M.S) Cut !

How do i feel NOW??

2006-02-11T01:12:00.000-08:00

After venting out

Picture Courtesy!

Want To....

2006-02-10T23:56:00.000-08:00

Hope
Pray
Try
Succeed
Gamble
JUST GET ON WITH LIFE!!!!!!

New Relationship!!

2006-02-10T23:48:00.000-08:00

Hatred
Anguish
Depression
Anxiety
Uncertainty
Pessimism
Anger
Fear
Dissatisfaction
Negative
Hesitant
Unenthusiastic
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Dissatisfied!

2006-02-10T23:33:00.000-08:00

Inconsiderate!!

Aloof!!

Indifferent!!

Unemotional!!

Rude!!

Secretive!!

Snobby!!

Unattached!!
Untrue!!

Superficial!!

Fake!!

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THE THINGS WE THINK AND DO NOT SAY

2006-01-27T04:43:00.000-08:00

There is a cruel wind blowing through our business. We all feel it, and if we don't, perhaps we've forgotten how to feel. But here is the truth. We are less ourselves than we were when we started this organization.
Sports Management International began as a small company. I was hired by Jack Scully in 1981, I was fresh out of college, I didn't even watch much sports. But a young man came to me, and his name was Bill Apodaca. He asked me to look at a contract he'd acquired to play football for the Atlanta Falcons. Before long I was overseeing the business of another member of the Falcons, and two baseball players. The nuances and the small miracles of professional sports would soon hook me - there was something simple and perfect about the way a stadium felt. The way you felt when a player you'd helped and represented made his stand in front of 54,000 people. And I remember the conversation Mr. Scully and I had by an elevator, standing next to one of those sand-filled ashtray posts, right before he hired me as one of the first agents in this company. "You and I are blessed, he said, "we do something that we love."
Tonight, I find those words guiding me back to an important place, and an important truth. I care very much about the fact that I have learned to care less. Now our company is one of the top three in this business, and we represent over a thousand athletes. Over sixty agents work at our huge new office, and I still haven't met all of you. The business of sports has never been bigger, or tougher, or more written about. And we are at the forefront. But I wonder tonight, as we leave our 13th annual conference ... we've talked a lot and partied a lot over the last three days, but I dare say that not one of us, our diet Pepsis and sheaf of papers in hand, have said what we really think.
It is beyond the easy arguments waged against sports, and our business on the editorial pages of the New York Times. It is beyond the huge salaries, the endorsements all our clients now want because "I'm a better actor than Michael Jordan." Beyond the globalization and merchandization of the games. It's more subtle than the baseball strike, more about loyalty than the Colts moving to Indiana, the Rams going to St. Louis, or the Cleveland Browns moving to ... someplace. I'm talking about something they don't write about. I'm talking about something we don't talk about.
We are losing our battle with all that is personal and real about our business. Every day I can look at a list of phone calls only partially returned. Driving home, I think of what was not accomplished, instead of what was accomplished. The gnawing feeling continues. That families are sitting waiting for a call from us, waiting to hear the word on a contract, or a General Manager's thoughts on an upcoming season. We are pushing numbers around, doing our best, but is there any real satisfaction in success without pride? Is there any real satisfaction in a success that exists only when we push the messiness of real human contact from our lives and minds? When we learn not to care enough about the very guy we promised the world to, just to get him to sign. Or to let it bother us that a hockey player's son is worried about his dad getting that fifth concussion.

DL registration Pleasure!

2006-01-23T02:23:00.000-08:00

Hero Honda launches first scooter for women customers -- named "Pleasure" in the new TVC now showing... all the scooters shown to be driven by the lovely ladies bear registration numbers in serial order? Wonder if the Delhi RTO Guys have alloted all the shown scooters same numbers ranging from 136 to 139....

Look carefully next time the ad is aired!!!!

Indiblog with the best tagline

2006-01-04T06:37:00.000-08:00

The list of Stage-1 winner blogs that have qualified to participate in the final voting.

ME NOMINATED !!!!!!

Still Confused ?? (rookie_journo)

Clemenceau ship

2006-01-04T06:08:00.000-08:00

The year That was

2005-12-30T23:18:00.000-08:00

2+0+0+5 = 7 (LUCKY Number)
Was supposed to be my year... Lets c

Jan : Friend got married ( mera no. kab ayega )
Feb : Stressful times at JUBL, got humiliated
March : Resigned as a reason of the above, lost a cousin SAD!
April : New Job, New Office
May : Started Blogging......
June : Visited Kerala for da first time
July : It Rained in Mumbai.. and How
Aug : Posting more regularly now, with no luck and readers?
Sep : Can't think of much.. mayb a non eventful month
Oct : BORED to death, long work hours, no satisfaction
Nov : Bought da house, which was more than due
Dec : Engaged!! (Finally) Getting married next Year though

Safely concluded from the above it definitely was my year.. by no means have I got any right to complaint with what is available as on today on my Platter.

Thank you GOD!

Ten Golden Rules

2005-12-23T05:21:00.000-08:00

The Google Way

Mumbai Snacks

2005-11-26T03:24:00.000-08:00

Spritual

2005-10-25T00:08:00.000-07:00

2005-10-08T01:42:00.000-07:00

Biggest splurge on myself till date!!!!
"Friend" tried to commit "suicide"
Men's Fairness cream launched in India..
Guy played well on KBC dvetiya

TRUTH

2005-10-02T00:09:00.000-07:00

The Story of My Experiments with Truth – Mahatma Gandhi, 1929

INTRODUCTION

Four or five years ago, at the instance of some of my nearest co-workers, I agreed to write my autobiography. I made the start, but scarcely had I turned over the first sheet when riots broke out in Bombay and the work remained at a standstill…

A God-fearing friend had his doubts, which he shared with me on my day of silence. ‘What has set you on this adventure,’ he asked. ‘Writing an autobiography is a practice peculiar to the West. I know of nobody in the East having written one, except amongst those who have come under Western influence. And what will you write? Supposing you reject tomorrow the things you hold as principles today, or supposing you revise in the future your plans of today, is it not likely that the men who shape their conduct on the authority of your word, spoken or written, may be misled? Don’t you think it would be better not to write anything like an autobiography, at any rate just yet?’

This argument had some effect on me. But it is not my purpose to attempt a real autobiography. I simply want to tell the story of my numerous experiments with truth, and as my life consists of nothing but those experiments, it is true that the story will take the shape of an autobiography. But I shall not mind, if every page of it speaks only of my experiments I believe, or at any rate flatter myself with the belief, that a connected account of all these experiments will not be without benefit to the reader. My experiments in the political field are now known, not only in India, but to a certain extent to the ‘civilized’ world. For me, they have not much value; and the title of Mahatma that they have won for me has, therefore, even less. Often the title has deeply pained me; and there is not a moment I can recall when it may be said to have tickled me. But I should certainly like to narrate my experiments in the spiritual field which are known only to myself; and from which I have derived such power as I possess for working in the political field. If the experiments are really spiritual, then there can be no room for self-praise. They can only add to my humility. The more I reflect and look back on the past, the more vividly do I feel my limitations.

What I want to achieve — what I have been striving and pining to achieve these thirty years — is self-realization, to see God face to face, to attain Moksha. I live and move and have my being in pursuit of this goal. All that I do by way of speaking and writing, and all my ventures in the political field, are directed to this same end. But as I have all along believed that what is possible for one is possible for all, my experiments have not been conducted in the closet, but in the open; and I do not think that this fact detracts from their spiritual value. There are some things which are known only to oneself and one’s Maker. These are clearly incommunicable. The experiments I am about to relate are not such. But they are spiritual, or rather moral; for the essence of religion is morality.

Only those matters of religion that can be comprehended as much by children, as by older people, will be included in this story. If I can narrate them in a dispassionate and humble spirit, many other experimenters will find in them provision for their onward march. Far be it for me to claim any degree of perfection for these experiments. I claim for them nothing more than does a scientist who, though he conducts his experiments with the utmost accuracy, forethought and minuteness, never claims any finality about his conclusions, but keeps an open mind regarding them. I have gone through deep self-introspection, searched myself through and through, and examined and analysed every psychological situation. Yet I am far from claiming any finality or infallibility about my conclusions. One claim I do indeed make and it is this. For me they appear to be absolutely correct, and seem for the time being to be final. For if they were not, I should base no action on them. But at every step I have carried out the process of acceptance or rejection and acted accordingly. And so long as my acts satisfy my reason and my heart, I must firmly adhere to my original conclusions.

If I had only to discuss academic principles, I should clearly not attempt an autobiography. But my purpose being to give an account of various practical applications of these principles, I have given the chapters I propose to write the title of The Story of My Experiments with Truth. These will of course include experiments with non-violence, celibacy and other principles of conduct believed to be distinct from truth. But for me, truth is the sovereign principle, which includes numerous other principles. This truth is not only truthfulness in word but truthfulness in thought also, and not only the relative truth of our conception, but the Absolute Truth, the Eternal Principle, that is God. There are innumerable definitions of God, because His manifestations are innumerable. They overwhelm me with wonder and awe and for a moment stun me. But I worship God as Truth only. I have not yet found Him, but I am seeking after Him. I am prepared to sacrifice the things dearest to me in pursuit of this quest. Even if the sacrifice demanded be my very life, I hope I may be prepared to give it. But as long as I have not realized this Absolute Truth, so long must I hold by the relative truth as I have conceived it. That relative truth must, meanwhile, be my beacon, my shield and buckler. Though this path is strait and narrow and sharp as the razor’s edge, for me it has been the quickest and easiest. Even my Himalayan blunders have seemed trifling to me because I have kept strictly to this path. For the path has saved me from coming to grief; and I have gone forward according to my light.

Often in my progress I have had faint glimpses of the Absolute Truth, God, and daily the conviction is growing upon me that He alone is real and all else is unreal. Let those, who wish, realize how the conviction has grown upon me; let them share my experiments and share also my conviction if they can. The further conviction has been growing upon me that whatever is possible for me is possible even for a child, and I have sound reasons for saying so. The instruments for the quest of truth are as simple as they are difficult. They may appear quite impossible to an arrogant person, and quite impossible to an innocent child. The seeker after truth should be humbler than the dust. The world crushes the dust under its feet, but the seeker after truth should so humble himself that even the dust could crush him. Only then, and not till then, will he have a glimpse of truth…

If anything that I write in these pages should strike the reader as being touched with pride, then he must take it that there is something wrong with my quest, and that my glimpses are no more than a mirage. Let hundreds like me perish, but let truth prevail. Let us not reduce the standards of truth even by a hair’s breadth for judging erring mortals like myself.

I hope and pray that no one will regard the advice interspersed in the following chapters as authoritative. The experiments narrated should be regarded as illustrations, in the light of which everyone may carry on his own experiments according to his own inclination and capacity. I trust that to this limited extent the illustrations will be really helpful; because I am not going either to conceal or understate any ugly things that must be told. I hope to acquaint the reader fully with all my faults and errors. My purpose is to describe experiments in the science of Satyagraha, not to say how good I am. In judging myself, I shall try to be as harsh as truth, as I want others also to be. Measuring myself by that standard, I must exclaim with Surdas:

Where is there a wretch

So wicked and loathsome as I;

I have forsaken my Maker;

So faithless have I been.

For it is an unbroken torture to me that I am still so far from Him, who, as I fully know, governs every breath of my life, and whose offspring I am. I know that it is the evil passions within that keep me so far from Him, and yet I cannot get away from them. But I must close. I can only take up the actual story in the next chapter.

M. K. GANDHI

The Ashram, Sabarmati

26th November, 1925

Some Insights

2005-09-29T02:46:00.000-07:00

Seen the new Delhi Half Marathon Ad ?(very nicely made, top it all with Raguvir Yadav's voice over)

Whats up with Ashok Pandit everywhere (seen togther in combination with Mahesh Bhatt everywhere!)

Karishma and Sunjay's Photo-Opp for the media (similar to Greg n Saurav's)

Copied from Somewhere

2005-09-19T02:32:00.000-07:00

A small comparison of catastrophies - in India and the States

Inches of rain in New Orleans due to Hurricane Katrina - 18
Inches of rain in Mumbai (July 27th) - 37.1

Population of New Orleans - 484,674
Population of Mumbai - 12,622,500

Deaths in New Orleans within 48 hours of Katrina - 100
Deaths in Mumbai within 48 hours of rain - 37

Number of people to be evacuated in New Orleans - entire city... wohh
Number of people evacuated in Mumbai - 10,000

Cases of shooting and violence in New Orleans - countless
Cases of shooting and violence in Mumbai - NONE

Time taken for US army to reach New Orleans - 48 hours
Time taken for Indian army and navy to reach Mumbai - 12 hours

Status 48 hours later - New Orleans is still waiting for relief, army and electricty
Status 48 hours later - Mumbai is back on its feet and is business is as usual

USA - world's most developed nation
India - third world country

HELP CRY GIVE

2005-09-12T03:08:00.000-07:00

Thank You INDIA

2005-09-02T22:04:00.000-07:00

What happens to an insignificant blog of yours truly when it gets mentioned in a FAMOUS BLOG by a FAMOUS WRITER......

It actually gets a trickle of curious onlookers (where earlier no body wandered), wondering if its worth a Dekho !!

I am not sure what their response is ... cos so far no body has left a comment or any criticism.

Friends Bouquet and Brick-Bats welcome for this novice.

Use ur BRAIN

2005-08-23T23:58:00.000-07:00