from here but with a little twist of my own

Proof that Guys are Evil

(Dan's note: I don't take responsibility for any sexist overtones here)

First we state that guys require time and money

Guys = Time * Money
And we all know that "time is money"
Time = Money
Therefore

Guys = Money * Money = (Money)^2

And because "money is the root of all evil"

Money = (Evil)

Therefore

Guys = (Evil)^2

And we are forced to conclude that

Guys = Evil

Ha!

i L-O-V-E my winamp...

http://www.eweek.com/article2/0,1759,1724485,00.asp

sniff*

current song The Unforgiven by Metallica

current song Whiskey In the Jar by Metallica

giving thanks....

aren't holidays all about family?
giving thanks - with your family, for your family.

arey, here, by myself, holidays only mean days i don't have to go to work. time creeps, crawls, day after day, week after week, month after month and one year gives way to another. sankranthi, ugadi, vinayaka chavithi, dussehra, deepavali now become mere dates to be noted alongside other trivial but nonetheless important ones like birthdays, days when bills are due, potluck parties that attempt recreate the festive atmosphere but fail miserably and so on.

that leaves me with easter, thanksgiving and christmas.
"so, what are you doing this thanksgiving?", they ask me all the time these days (don't get me wrong, they're quite well-intentioned). i wish i could say i was spending it with family. i don't care what it is i'm celebrating. as long as i'm with family. that's reason enough i guess. i miss them. so.

sigh.

current song Aura Ammakuchalla by SPB and Chitra from Apadbandhavudu

The XXXIV Bharteeya Blog Mela being hosted by Patrix.
The Mela is coming up tomorrow but nominations are still being accepted. The deadline is 5pm EST Friday. The Mela will be posted at 5:05pm.

Now the rules in Patrix very own words,

"Nominate any blog entry written and posted between November 11 and November 18, which you somehow manage to cast more than a cursory glance upon. But the condition being that it should be written by an Indian or should be about something India or Indians. If you think that is restrictive, I don’t understand how all-inclusive we can be. Pssst…you can nominate your own post too and get few dozen hits your way. I reserve the right to drop nominated crap, and if you think it is personal, feel free to drop my posts when you host the Mela. But I will accept personal posts too if they live up to the standard.

Send me the permalinks and not the Blog URL. Either drop the nominations in the comment box or send me an email at pcmhatre [at] gmail [dot] com. They should reach me latest by Friday, November 18th, 5pm EST. Varnam has a nice Mela FAQ and the archives of the Mela are posted on Shanti's blog.

Please also put up a tiny announcement on your blog about the Mela because chances are that you might have more readers than I. So send in your nominations, get ready to enjoy the Mela next Friday, and to lose your twin. I will be back next Friday.

UPDATE: Although this has failed every time I have tried it, I am willing to host guest posts this week. So if you are interested, drop me a line at pcmhatre [at] gmail [dot] com. Blurkers (blog lurkers), this might be your chance to write something more than just comments."

current song Kisi Disco Mein Jaaye from Bade Miya Chhote Miya

*grin* yeah, i do enjoy a perky govinda, david dhawan number once in a while!

how i overlook the trivial in my pursuit of the bigger, more involving, almost over-whelming things in life.

in my search for the one true love, the best job, the perfect pair of jeans, the article written with the most flair yet, i tend to forget how important it is, that which is the simplest to achieve with little care and caution - health.

so there i was in the shower, savouring the hot, steamy water course down my spine and warm my my cold, shivering body, from the inside out. while i was there i thought i might as well wash my hair, you know the whole gamut of shampoo, conditioner and all. hmm and while i was waiting for the conditioner to sink in, might as well make the most of it and maybe i cud hmmm....give myself a mini pedicure! and so on and so forth. by the time i was out of the shower i was sneezing like a cat in a pepper factory.

now what i wouldnt give to be able to talk without gasping for air, because you know, my nose is blocked. and what luxury it is to be able to forget to carry a tissue with me and talk to my COO without my nose threatening to turn so runny i am extremely tempted to run my had across my nose, like a kid! reminds me of when my mom used to pin a huge hanky to my uniform so i dont use my shirt to do the honours. how i take for granted the simple pleasure of being away form my cube for hours together (today, i'm almost afraid to leave my cube and be away from that box of tissues for more than 5 minutes). and then the mercy of not being told every time i sneeze, that maybe i should just go home and not infect them with "whatever it is germs i have".

sigh....the thing is I HAB A BERY BAD COD! *sniff, sniff, sneeze* oops...excuse me, sorry...now where's that dang tissue.

current song Kannamoochi sung by Yesudas, Chitra composed by AR Rahman from Kandukonden Kandukonden

this, from here:
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Dear Readers:

This Diwali, I have a request, which I wish you would take seriously.

If you reading this, sitting in the confines of your cozy bedroom, besides your P4 PC on your broadband connection, and really worried about where you are heading to in life, you are just the person I am looking for.

With all these amenities at your disposal, I hope you agree that God has been kind to you and your family. And you are going to spend hundreds and thousands of rupees buying new clothes, jewellery, gifts and firecrackers. You have the financial resources to celebrate. And I hope you agree - it wouldn't be the end of the world if you couldn't celebrate. It is just that you can... so you will.

But there are those, who cannot enjoy these luxaries. They cannot because they have more important things to worry about.

Things like... "Where is my next meal coming from?"

Or... "Would I be able to find employment tomorrow and feed my family of 7?"

Or... "Would I be able to get 10 rupees worth of alms so that I do not sleep hungry?"

Or... "I hope I don't feel the cold while sleeping on the footpath, once I inject these drugs into my groin"

When was the last time YOU found yourself in a situation like that? You probably did not.

Life has been unkind to these people, I hope you agree.

When you feel real lucky with all the goodies you bought this Diwali, think about those who are not so lucky.

Those who's children would not be celebrating Diwali because they cannot afford 2 meals a day, forget firecrackers.

So...

This Diwali... if you buy new clothes, donate your old clothes to those who shiver on the footpaths, while you sleep under your warm blankets.

This Diwali... if you buy firecrackers, please donate some of them to the children of the poor. You would make them immensely happy.

This Diwali... if you buy sweets, donate some to those who would have never ever tasted these mouth watering delicacies.

This Diwali... spread the word.

This Diwali... Give...

Happy Diwali.

PS: You'd do me an immense favour if you post something similar on your blog as well.
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what say folks?

to tag-board or not to tag-board - that is the question.

current song Partynight by John Digweed courtesy RaveTrax.com

of lights and prosperity

wish you all a safe and wonderful deepavali. like the diyas that light our homes an hearts, may your lives be filled with the joy and warmth of love and peace.

"you ran 26.2 miles! that is such an accomplishment!" "i'm so impressed" "amazing, i say"

it hadn't really sunk in. no "pride", "sense of accomplishment". untill this -

"i'm so proud of you my love. we were all so in awe, so proud of you that all four of us signed up for the 10K on the 28th! that'll be our gift to mom" - dad

november 28th is my mother's birthday. my dad, mom, sister and brother have registered for the 10K run being held in hyderabad. and then maybe, just maybe, they will know what it feels like. they will understand what i mean when i say i feel no pride. when i say the one feeling that lingers -beyond the pride, the agony, the ecstasy - is calm. the calm that comes from the knowledge that you are strong enough. not just physically, more so mentally. that you can be pushed to your limits and still survive. and in the end, still stand strong, and smile.

current song Like a Prayer by Madonna

of emails and cute forwards

The Real Meanings of Love
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year olds, "What does love mean?" The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." Rebecca - age 8

"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth." Billy - age 4

"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." Karl - age 5

"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired." Terri - age 4

"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." Danny - age 7

"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss" Emily - age 8

"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen," Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate," Nikka - age 6

"There are two kinds of love. Our love. God's love. But God makes both kinds of them." Jenny - age 8

"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day." Noelle - age 7

"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." Tommy - age 6

"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore," Cindy - age 8

"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night." Clare - age 6

"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken." Elaine-age 5

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford." Chris - age 7

"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." Mary Ann - age 4

"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones." Lauren - age 4

"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." Karen - age 7

"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross." Mark - age 6

"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget," Jessica - age 8

And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find > the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."

current song How Sweet It Is by James Taylor

Lay back
Close my eyes
A few
Delicious moments
Of nothingness
Absolute calm
Mind, blank

A tingle here
A tingle there
A million tiny explosions
Through
My very core

The pain that was
My Heart
Now flows
Coursing through
My veins
Rapid
But sure, Poison

Love
Seeped from
Every pore
Loneliness
Now emanates
Loneliness,
Is Me.

edit - November 7, 2004 1:06 pm
"Loneliness is a pinnacle" - Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
Don't think I'm still there

current song I Can't Make You Love Me by George Michael

do i take refuge in my writing
or does my writing take refuge in me?

hmmmm..... on another note radio paradise rocks! awesome awesome music all day long....

want to go on a date. need romance, excitement, laughter. promise great company. will demonstrate wonderful sense of humour and impeccable manners and taste.

ummmm...now that the marathon's over - will it be guitar lessons, spanish classes or some drab, droll certification? sigh...dilemmas, dilemmas

senator kerry, why did you concede?

current song Bathwater by No Doubt