Breakfast Tips for Bachelors..

You will find below some of the tricks that I use to prepare a decent breakfast.(I am not sure if others may classify this as a good breafast)
Most of it is healthy..but maybe not as heathy as an apple ;¬)
Your's truly shall not be held responsible if these recipies does not suit your palate.

1> Corn Flakes : This is the easiest, healthiest, and the most delicious way to start a day.
Type : Hot
Procedure : Take a bowl of Corn Flakes and pour a cup of milk in it. Add sugar to taste.
Place the contents in a microwaveable bowl and set it in the oven for 3.5 minutes on full power.
Expert Tip : Sprinkle some finely chopped nuts and a few raisins for additional flavour. Also a dash of
chocolate sypup will not go un-noticed.

Type : Cold
Procedure : Take a bowl of Corn Flakes and pour a chilled cup of milk to it. Add sugar to taste.
Add a some small slices of your local fruits for additional flavour.
Expert Tip : Finely sliced bananas go really well with this.

2> Scramble on Toast : Scrambled Eggs with Toast is another easy option for a healthy start to the day.
Type : Hot
Procedure : Pre-heat a non-stick frying pan. Put half a teaspoon of oil/butter to it.
Break 2 free range/caged hen eggs according to your preference and put in the pan.
Gently keeps stirring it. Add a pinch of red chilli powder and salt to taste.
Expert Tip : A generous spread of mayonaise will give the toast an awesone flavour. Goes really well
with the scrambled eggs.

3> Pancakes
Type : Hot
Procedure : Buy a ready made pack of pancakes. Place 2 in a microwaveable plate and heat for 40 seconds.
Ensure that the pancakes are piping hot beforre you eat.
Expert tip: A generous amount of Maple Syrup or ButterScotch Syrup makes these pancakes even tastier.

4> Ros'sandwitch and Tea
Type : Warm
Procedure : Toast 3 slices of bread until it is crisp and brown.
Spread a coat of peanut Butter on one slice. On another slice spread a good amount of bitter orange marmalade.
Join both the slices with the coated faces together. Now spead another coat of marmalade on
one side of the already coated toast. On the third toast apply any chocolate-vanilla spread and
join with the existing set.
Heat a cup of milk in a sauce pan. Add a small portion of ginger to it. Then add a teabag or two to it.
Bring it to boil. Now filter this into a large cup.
You are all set to have a great breakfast.
Expert Tip: Placing 3-4 mint leaves within the chocolate portion of your toast brings out a great taste.


Hope that this information is of help!

Have a great breakfast.
Cheers.

A shoulder to cry on...

"I know that this is over...
Now that we are through!
Nothing seems to make sense..
No matter what I do.
But, I try to pick these pieces..
And mend my broken heart.
All that comes to mind is..
Why did all this start?

I don't know...
I know not what to do?
Love ain't easy...
Oh can someone...
Stop this bleeding..
In this heart of mine? "
This is a melodious composition by a telegu music director, Ramana Gokula.

These two stanzas so beautifully captures my lonliness...

Why does it hurt when you lose someone/something you love?
Even though the loss could be partly credited to your insensitivity..and partly to your foolishness... You still feel the pain.
You can feel the pain slowing buildng up like a volcano; ready to erupt any moment.
Slowly and gradually your fingers feel numb....
Then all of a sudden you feel the touch of cold metal on your skin..
You cannot resist...you cannot move...
The blunt edge of the cold metal rests on your chest now...
You stop breathing, as if waiting for the metal to plunge through you and relieve you of your misery..
of your suffering...your loneliness...
The eerie silence hammers againsts your brain like clashing cymbals... the silence keeps building and so does your agony...
All of a sudden, the metals pierces its way through your skin... not enough to kill you...
but enough to make you bleed and aggravate your pain.

I close my eyes and try to think of the most pleasing moments in my life... fun times with family...
time with friends... Drop by drop, the wound is taking aways my strength. My mind goes blank!!
It feels as if the source that charges me is cut off.
I can hear the blood drops falling agains the tiled floor... as if dancing an rejoicing in my misery..

It is at moments like these that you miss your family and friends...
All we need at these moments, is a shoulder to cry on!!!

Suddenly, I am reminded of how beautiful it was to hear the raindrops beat across the windows..
Through the blurred window, I see my family.... happy!!! My friends... celebrating .
Colours return back to my eyes... The surroundings are not grim and dark anymore...

There is happiness everywhere... My pain is gone... the wound vanished!!!
I feel a hand on my shoulders.. and a gentle voice says : "Don't worry. Everything is OK.
There's a lot to celebrate in your Life. I will be there for you whenever you need me"

I look around and I see no one... but I shout with joy... "That's my guardian Angel!"
I am ALIVE & I need to CELEBRATE!!!

Heaven in your eyes..

One of my friends, Jeevan, mentioned in his blog about using Pandora to listen to music.
And believe it or not, I am now in love with Pandora’s Music Box.
It allows users to create a radio station that is almost 85% to their liking.(Don't ask me how I reached at this number ;¬)
You can add a station by adding one or more songs/artists you like.(Tip: Adding by songs will get you a better result)
These generous people at the music genome project add songs to your radio playlist according to the song/artist you chose to create the station.
You can then keep rating the playlist, and finally create the perfect radio station that you dreamed for ;¬)
You may find more details @ Jeevan's Alterlife
BTW, today, I tried to look for one of my favourite songs "No frontiers" on Pandora.
It's one of the sweetest songs ever; so beautifuuly sung by one of my favourite bands, The Corrs.
Well actually this is a cover version of an old song by the same name. ( I don't remember the artist though)
Another trivia about this song is that this song is not sung by the lead singer of the band, Andrea.
Instead this is sung by Sharon and Caroline Corr.
(Note: Andrea is the most beautiful of the three sisters. I have had a crush on Andrea too.... ;¬) It probably lasted a week)
Now back to our story, I could not find this song listed on Pandora.
So, I mailed the helpdesk about this and requested them to add this song their already amazing database.
I was not expecting a reply. But, to my surprise, I got a personal mail back from a guy in the Pandora support team, asking me to send the name of the album to which the reqested song belongs.
That's when, like a bolt of lightening, it crossed my mind that this song was also named as "Heaven Knows". I finally found my favourite song.
If you get time, then please do listen to this song. It will really soothe you, however hectic your day may be.
Here it goes:

"If life is a river and your heart is a boat
And just like a water baby baby born to float
And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high
And your heart is Amelia dying to fly

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

And if life is a bar room in which we must wait
'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates
Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates
And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose it's grip
And heaven has its way

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes

If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails
And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails
Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right
And your heart is the pure flame of man's constant night

In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark
That somehow this black night
Feels warmer for the spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us 'til the day
When fear will lose it's grip
And heaven has its way
And heaven has its way
When all will harmonise
And know what's in our hearts
The dream will realise

Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I've seen heaven in your eyes"

I wish I could see heaven in someone's eyes.....
Sigh!

Have a great day.

Cricket Shiket Haye Rabba...

After coming to London, I have developed a greater passion of the Gentleman’s Game, “Cricket”.
Maybe the proximity to Lords, the Mecca of Cricket, is influencing me.
One of my close friends, a superb cricketer, once remarked that I had the mind of a cricketer and not the body… I still can’t get over it. ;¬(
But anyways, last Sunday we played a lot of cricket… (Basically a toned down British version of our very own desi gully cricket).

Talking of Cricket, reminds me of some of the now world famous Siddhuisms…

• “The ball went soooooo high up in the air that it kissed an air-hostess on its way back.”

• “He will fight a rattlesnake and give him the first two bites!”

• "Statistics are like miniskirts, they reveal more than what they hide."

• “In London they drive on the left, in India we drive on what is left!”

• “You got to choose between tightening your belt or losing your pants.”

• “Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two.”

• “The Indian team without Sachin is like giving a kiss without a squeeze.”

• “The Only Thing You Get in Life without Trying is dandruff.”

• “You cannot make Omelettes without breaking the eggs.”

You may find more of these if you just run a search for “Siddhuism” on Google Search.

This morning, during breakfast, I was going through some articles in CricInfo.com and I came across another Siddhuism:

“If One Day Internationals are "Pyjama" Cricket the 20-20 competitions is "Chaddi" cricket…”

I shudder to think what Siddhu ji would say about our version of Gully Cricket.???
(I may be giving some great ideas to the Playboys and the Hustlers…. Or, maybe they have done this already.)

PJ, I know...

Cheers!!

The Anchor, the Sailor, and the Ship

"In the thunderous tempest called LIFE,
When only the dark rolling clouds are in sight...
When the sharp needles of raindrops pierces through my skin...
I feel no agony..no sadness...no pain..
'Coz I know that you are My Anchor, Sailor and my Ship."

I am not a poet...nor I pretend to be one...It's just one from the list of random awakenings that oft awake me from my slumber...

Isn't it true that our Lord is our saviour in all these precarious and tricky situations that we are stuck in?
Lord, You are the anchor, that holds our family together when the storm strikes.
When the current challenges and tries to engulf us and set apart our family, you are the sailor who rows the boat to safety.
You are the Ship, the safe house of our family...
We praise you today and evermore....

God Bless.

The Story of the Bens.....

There was nothing new today apart from the fact my room mates bought home "A bottle of Single Malt Whiskey".
It came along with a certificate of authentcity..That stated that it has been put in cask for 12 years and that it has the flavours of Speyside, the place where it was distilled.
It also stated that the water that has been used was from the springs from Ben Bracken.
Ben is to Mountain as Loch is to lake.
I am reminded of an incident that happened during our tour to the Scottish Highlands.
Our tour had a group of chinese people and I was unfortunate enough to be seated near them. They are by nature, very good people...The only thing thats bad about them apart from their poor english, is their eagerness with their cameras. They are really keen to capture everything that they see.
And by the way they ask a looooooooot of questions!!!!
The incident follows:

Nagging Chinese Hag(Not used in general context. I love the Orient.) : "Which mountain is that one?"
Me: "That's Ben Nevis! the highest mountain range in Scotland."
NCH: "Okay."
And she captures the ben in her high end megapixel camera.
NCH, pointing to the mountain next to the previous one: "Which mountain is that one?"
Me:"That's also Ben Nevis! Ben Nevis is an entire mountain range.". I replied with a smile, disguising the irritation that was slowly builing up.
NCH:"Okay."
She again points to the mountain and clicks.
NCH, poking me with her fingers:"What mountain is that one?"
A really irritable Me:" That's Ben Affleck!!!".
Unable to bear the torture any further I turn away from her and start gazing outside from the window and pretend to doze off.

;¬) Cheers!

Need For Speed - Underground

Past few weeks have been really FUN... My roomie Chippa a.k.a. The Chicken Killer,
introduced me to NFS - Underground....And boy, I am hooked onto it.
Superb Game...Really.
Note: I will introduce him to you folks shortly.
I remember my college days, when NFS-Porshe was a craze in the GVIT Boys Hostel.
Those late night chai and maggie noodles...God!I miss it.
And everyone in the room trying to outplay others in NFS.
Talking about NFS, I definitely need to mention something about this pal of mine, Jallu a.k.a JBC a.k.a. The MasterMind.
This guy would challenge to beat any record on NFS. Only thing that people had to do was let him alone in the room with the computer.
God only knows what he did in the room alone...But he would most often than not come out with a smile and "Ja dekh le. Tera record beat kar diya hai maine." dialog.
There is so much to write about this guy that I think I should dedicate this post to him.
This guy is one of the most brilliant guys I have met. He is an out and out flirt too .... very popular with the gals I must say ;¬)
Intelligent as he was, he was involved in many masterminded plots. It's a different story that most of them did not culminate to his satisfaction.

Now back to NFS - Underground, After having explored so much of it my next target is the newer version of NFS called Most Wanted.

See you at the finish line, Mate!
Cheers.

The Winds Of Change.......

I have been saving this post as a draft from a very long time...25 days to be precise..... :¬)
Today I decided to publish it and close the chapter..

When I first landed in London, I was under an impression that I too would be working in, say the 30th or 40th floor of a skyscraper.
But, when I reached my office in Liverpool Street, after having lost my way for 30 minutes, my dreams were totally shattered.
I walked into a 5 storey building which seemed to shout out loudly, it's 100 years of existence in my ears..

Well, to be frank I love changes..
"Change is the only constant thing in our life."
Having worked in India prior to this, this trip was a welcome change for me. Even though the office did not appeal to me, the work sure did.

Now last month, when the company decided to move its operation base to Canary Wharf, I was among the happier lot. Canary Wharf, unlike Liverpool Street, is one of the newly constructed areas.
The offices here are very similar to what I have dreamed about..

I have always loved the winds of change gushing against my face. I know and believe that it always bring me good tidings... And this time, the gift was that I rented out a beautiful apartment alongside a canal. ;¬)
And the icing on the cake is that I walk to my office!!!
"A little walk will definitely not hurt me." (Mr Fatty disagrees though..)

I have again waged a war against Fatty..Lets see who wins!!!

Have Fun!!!

House by the Lake...

Like a lot many people I know, even I have a dreamer in me. When things go rough, it's the beautiful carpet of pleasant and wonderous thoughts that Mr. Dreamer weaves, that soothes my nerves.
I am 25 now, a software engineer by profession, currently loving what I am doing. But, 15 year down the line, Mr. Dreamer doesn't see me continue doing the same.

He suggests that I rather buy a large ranch... raise livestock .. or maybe grow apples, strawberries, and other fruits in my farm....

Whenever Mr.Dreamer shares this dream with me....I am drawn to it like a moth to the light.... Oh! How much I love the dream of owning a house by the lake.... .a large farm .... and a ranch...
But this is all in Mr.Dreamer's dreams.

In reality will Your's Truly be able to do that? Well! He doesn't know.
There is always a thought that nags him..
Will his loved ones approve of this?

And that's when it strikes me that I have a very long period of time in hand to realize my dreams...but before that I have responsiblilties to shoulder...and promises to fulfil.

In Robert Frost's words:
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. "

Have a great day! And may God fulfill all your desires.

Mumbai....(City of .......)

The following are my personal views, and the contents are not meant to hurt anyone's sentiments.

Wikkepedia says :

"Mumbai , also known in English (now unofficially) as Bombay,
is the capital of the state of Maharashtra,
and the most populous city of India,
Mumbai is the commercial and entertainment capital of India,
and houses important financial institutions,
such as the Reserve Bank of India (RBI), the Bombay Stock Exchange (BSE),
the National Stock Exchange of India (NSE) and the corporate headquarters
of many Indian companies.with an estimated population of about 13 million (as of 2006)."

Because of all this, Mumbai has been on the targest list for most terrorists ( read cowards who kill innocent people in the name of freedom fight, religion )
Little do they know, that these intermittent acts of cowardice cannot shake the faith of a nation as large as India.

Mumbai Blasts: We did it: Lashkar-e-Qahhar
PTI / New Delhi July 16, 2006

Is Pakistan really behind all these incidents? Should India actually close down all ties from Pakistan? can Pakistan survive alone, without a helping hand from India?
These questions and a lot others have always come to our mind, whenever we see an incident like the recent Mumbai blasts.

I am not the right person to answer these..But i do have my own views. I feel that Pakistan is really behind all these...they may not be masterminding it, but i am definite that they sure are lending a helping hand to these terrorist organizations..
India should stop importing stuff from pakistan...Let's us see how Pakistan's economy thrives if India lets go of it.

I am sharing a mail from one of my friends from Mumbai (a day after the recent blasts), Ajju:

What happened yesterday was horrific.. The death toll is sure to reach 200 (unofficial more than 500 dead and 800 injured)... It could have been one of us.. We are back to our own offices hoping everyone around us is safe.... We carry on with our regular lives just a day after our " nervous system " the mumbai metros are bombed.. We carried on with our regular lives just a day after our houses are flooded with water... We carried on with our lives just a day after some SENA ppl burnt buses and other thing just to prove a point... And we still carry on as though nothing happened. I am fed up of b'bay now guys. I dont think this can be a city where i would want any of my loved ones to ever visit, leave alone stay here.

Travelling in a local at 6 pm is an experience which is very hard to describe.200+ people are cramped in space designed to accomodate 75.... And an explosion to happen there, i shudder to think what people would have gone through.
Such cruelty and hatred against humanity. All the blasts happened within 11 min and in first class compartments which is packed with regular train travellers. People who were on sideboards were thrown off the train on to the tracks and were crushed by other trains and those who were inside were blown to pieces.

Where do u go what do u do? Life ki koi value hi nahi hai. I am sick to my stomach of these cowardly acts. Nothing else.

Thanks Ajju for sharing you agony and thougts with us.

Stay safe..

The Magic of Three!!!

This beautiful photograph is taken by Ann, a Taiwanese friend of mine, during her visit to the beach.
I was strangely attracted to the uncanny symmetry in the picture.
Wise Men say that an idle brain is devil's workshop. And idle as I am on a Sunday, I start my random and weird musings... I start picturing the same image with 4 gorgeous legs....Nah!! The allignment is not proper...
There is something really magical and strange about the number three...
"Three" for me symbolizes Stablilty..
When you want to keep your camera steady what does one use? Well, of course; A tripod...Not a quadrupod...not a pentapod....but a tripod.
What do you need to draw a star...You need two triangles.
There are a lot of references in the Bible of the number three..e.g. 3 temptations of Jesus Christ, The Holy Trinity, On the third day Jesus rose again...

Some historians say that the number three indicates completeness and is superlative—a thing is entirely what it is said to be. Like say, a person dead three days is definitely dead. Someone who is worshipped as thrice holy is perfectly holy.

And its not that three is always associated with the good always....You would already know that "Two is company...Three is crowd"...

I don't what I have jotted down...I am pretty much sure that this is not going to make a good read...

Have a great week ahead folks...
Cheers.

P.S> There is also the nursery rhyme "Three Blind Mice".... ~_~
"Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice? "

The Genius..

It is really funny how the dumbest guy in the class would inevitably be labelled as the "Genius".
BTW, Yours truly has never been the "Dumbest Guy".... But people have addressed him as "The Genuis".
Well, the saying goes that Genuis is what Genius does!!
So the question that arises now is "What the $$$$ did I do to get labelled as a genius"?
Let me think!!! ( I am scratching my head now. )
Well I don't remember!!
Yours truly has been called by other names too. "Mamu", being the silliest of them all.
For the ignorant:
"Mamu" is slang for an indian constable(generally imagined to be in a half pants). Another relation of the word "mamu", is to "Shakuni Mama". The most cunning and shrewdest guy in the whole of Hindu Mythology.
This is a perfect example of sheer misunderstanding. I have never had a liking to half pants, nor was I half as cunning as "Shakuni".
Fact~ Keralites are assumed to be cunning.

But guys you need to understand that I am a fraud Mallu. I have never stayed in Kerala. I do not understand perfect Malayalam. I speak in a language which I classify as "Something like Malayalam". Maybe the guys who gave me this weird nickname need to enlighten me.

Now coming back to the nick that I like the most - "The Genius"
After 10 minuts of scratching my head...and another 15 minutes of sulking, I am now resigned to the fact that it was the case of " Apne muh aap miya mithu ".
Oh My God! I am a Self Proclaimed Genius ;¬(

Cheers.

P.S> The photo is of a cool dude named "Caliq", son of one of my friends bro. Sorry dude, I should have taken your consent before publishing your photo. But I guess you don't mind. All the gals who go thru my blog will definitely drool over you.

Sky is not the limit!!

During my 10th grade, one of friends had written the following quotes in a card.
I don't remember the occasion, but I do remember the quotes (Well! Sort of ;¬).. Here it goes..

It is in hoping that we dream....
In dreaming that we seek...
In seeking that we find...
Our life's desires...

So don't ever be afraid to reach for the skies.
Always believe that sky is not the limit...

Don't ever curb your imagination.... Whatever we see in today's world were once imagined.

Someone very wisely said, "If you can imagine it you can create it. If you can dream it, you can become it.".

Have a great day! God Bless.

P.S> Don't daydream ;¬)

Ma - The strongest woman in the world

My mom is my Life ... my Inspiration ... my All!!!
She has mentored me throughout my life and will continue to do so evermore.
Well, truly speaking she is the strongest woman I have ever set my eyes upon, in the whole wide world.
I can still recall the morning of 24th September '03, the day that turned the life of my family upside down.
That was the day when I was supposed to leave back to Bangalore after having spent over a week with my parents.

Onam, the harvest festival of the Keralites, fell on the 24th of Sep '03.
Well there was no celebration for us, coz dad met with an accident the day before.

None of the Hospital staff... Doctors... Friends... Relatives, none of them had any hope that my dad would survive.
To tell the truth, after witnessing the condition of my dad even my mind was clouded with fearful thoughts... The only hope that I could see was in my Mom's eyes.
She believed that my dad would survive.

Such was the seriousness of the injury that even the doctors refused to operate on my dad unless we sign a paper that stated that if anything bad happens during the surgery they would not be held responsible.
I overheard people talking to my Mom and telling her that I should be made aware of the situation.
All of them believed that if my dad were operated on, he would never come out of the O.T. alive.
And my Mom, brave as she is, shielded me from all there painful words that I was just a kid.
A kid!!!! I was $$$**££ 23 years old, but I never bore the responsibility that I should have.
During that phase, and even now, my mom shouldered all the responsibilities.

She took command of our family and never lost her faith. She sometimes cried alone but almost never when we were near her. Even her faith must have been challenged at times, but she never lost hope.
She tended my dad, day and night!!
After being on an artificial respiration machine for over a month, my dad finally breathed by himself.
Even the doctors admitted that the recovery was nothing short of a miracle… and that it was due to the constant care administered by my Mom.

Our God, who works wonders, gathered our broken family together and gave us all a new lease of life.
By God's grace, my dad is well. Even though he is not physically and mentally a 100%, but we still thank God for whatever blessings he has bestowed upon us.

When others try to imagine how God would look like, I close my eyes and imagine my Mom. She is the closest to God that I can get.

I still feel sometimes that I never thanked my Mom as much as I should have done...
Thank you Mom, for being the backbone of our family. Thanks for giving me courage and strength when I needed it most.

To the best Ma in the world...I Love You.

The Luncheon...(The La Tasca Story)

Couple of weeks back I went to a Mexican resturant called Chillies and that brought back some memories of my luncheon at La Tasca ...

I could have named this post as "Close encounter with the snails and mussels!!!" but that sounded like a cheap Z-grade movie title.
So what are we waiting for? Let's start with "The Luncheon".

I have always been a fan of Mexican food...The food looks so delicious and appealing...
I am especially fond of fajitas...

But, that Sunday, I opted for the more exotic "Paella Valenciana", a Seafood plus Chicken Paellas. Little did I know that seafood need not necessarily mean fish.
We were served a large bowl of paellas with a combination prawns, squid, mussels, snails, monkfish & tuna...Mussels & Snails !!!
Oh My God!! What did I get myself into?

Couple of guys who had opted for a more common Vegetarian option were laughing at my plight. Having waited for over an hour for our food, we hogged on whatever was served.
With a fake enthusiasm, I tried to gather as many chicken pieces as possible from the wierd mix of sea food.
But on second thought, the food was not that bad. ;¬) And it was FUN.

Have a great meal folks!!!
Cheers.

The Haunting...

I cannot close my eyes.....I cannot sleep!!! the moment I drift into sleep, she comes to mind.

Who is she? What does she want? Why does she haunt me? All these questions are still unanswered..
I know she is stunning...but I havent seen her...
Something within me tells me that she is pretty.

Her voice is soft..like the gentle breeze that blows across the trees...The soft murmer...

These thoughts linger in my mind.

Is she for real? I don't know!!! She feels so real.
Is this Lust? Is this madness?
Has being away from my loved ones driven me to insanity?

I close my eyes...I drift away to sleep... Did someone just call me? I open my eyes, bewildered... Where am I? The landscape looks alien to me...No people around!!!!

Then I hear her gentle voice again...I hear hear singing out my name...I follow the voice...I can see her sitting in a field...I reach over and tap her shoulder....She turns .....and Zapppp!!!!!!!!!!

Before I could see her face, the whole world seems to tremble.....I can see the world shrinking before my eyes...My vision gets more blurred. Layer after layer, the world keeps shrinking till it becomes the size of a marble....The world stays still before my eyes...I look closely into it, desperately trying to find the faceless beauty that evaded me.....

Then all of a sudden without warning, the marble comes to life. It hisses and puffs, and then shoots towards my forehead....
BANG!!!!

I'm back to reality....soaked in prespiration...and sit still on my bed....floundered...

Another bad dream!!!! And yet again late for office!!!!

Krrrrrrishhhhhhhhh.......Na

Krrish!!!!!Dunno whats with the 'R's.... Numerology they say....
Why is it that Krrishhna Cottage (BTW I don't know if it had these many 'R's and 'S's) was a disaster and Krrish is a Mega Hit.
All are gaga over Hrithik's performance...and the grandness of the Rakesh Roshan product(pun intended!!)
The special effects were supposed to be equivalent to to Hollywood, if not bettter.
Boy!! I nearly broke into laughter after watching the movie...
I know what you are going to ask next. This was not supposed to be a comedy movie. It was an action adventure.
I laughed because the movie became a super duper hit. Did all the viewers leave their brains at home when they went to watch this movie? There was nothing new in the movie. The same old superhero stuff heavily borrowed from the "Original Caped Crusaders" (Read: Batman with Superman skills)
The first half is childish...with "Krishna", the seedha saadha gaun ka chora playing pranks with "Dunno what her name was", the sheher ki gori....
Rekha never looked her part as a 25 year old's Grandmom....She looked the same as she played mom to Hrithik in "Koi Mil gaya" the prequel to Krrish...or better known as the Indian version of the Speilberg special "E.T.".
But one thing I need to admit. Nobody could have pulled off playing Krrish with such elan as Hrithik did. Move over Khans....He is definitely a star!!
The movie, however bad it may be, will be thoroughly enjoyed by the Indian masses and is sure to be the biggest money spinner of the year.

P.S> I am eagerly awaiting "Superman Returns". Hope the movie works wonders. ;¬)

Love (F)Actually !!! ;¬)

Following are some facts about love which I have come across in various magazines, articles as well as interaction with other people.

a> Love is a profound feeling of CARING about someone or something.

b> Lust is not a part of Love. If you Lust then its definite that you do not love.

c> Love is always about Trust.

d> Sacrifice is a part of Love. But, if someone asks you to sacrifice something for the sake of Love, then its not love at all..

The most famous chapter on love in the Bible is from 1 Corinthians. Here it goes:

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love. (1 Corinthians 13:1-13)

I am not a wise man, but let me answer what Love means to me:

"I love my Family. It is the one thing that I can sacrifice my life for without even blinking an eyelid. I feel comforted in their midst.
I love God. I trust him with my life. There has never been an obstacle that my loving Lord has not cleared away. Sometime I ask...but most often he does it even before I turn to him...
I have had lot of romantic crushes, but just one that I can classify as love coz I felt great when I was with her. She was so caring.
So, just to summarize, Love is the feeling of great Comfort, Trust and Caring that can make you happy whenever you are sad....that can motivate you whenever you are disheartened...that can fill your life with fragrance when the whole world is reeking of filth"

Showers of Blessing...

Don't we all secretly pray for blessings from our Lord Almighty?
I sure do that...I pray that every morning I be blessed with the best of days...
Isn't it perfectly normal that we are not happy with whatever we are bestowed with...and we crave for more?
I want to read out a couple of stanzas from one of my favourite hymns "Showers of Blessing"

There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
Sent from the Savior above.

Showers of blessing,
Showers of blessing we need:
Mercy drops round us are falling,
But for the showers we plead.

There shall be showers of blessing,
Precious reviving again;
Over the hills and the valleys,
Sound of abundance of rain.

There shall be showers of blessing;
Send them upon us, O Lord;
Grant to us now a refreshing,
Come, and now honor Thy Word.


The thing to notice here is that "mercy drops are falling around us"...but we still plead for "showers of blessing"...

I may not be interpreting it the correct way..

But I feel that Our Lord, generous as he is, listens to all our prayers..Even though we ask for more and more..he patiently listens to all and answers all.

Have a great day. God Bless you.

The Aftermath!!!!

What a game!!!! I was absolutely glued to my seat during the entire course of the match. The English played really well, even though they were a man (read Wayne Rooney) short.

Finally it came down to a penalty shoot out and in the end Portugal prevailed.
It was a tough game that saw Portugal unable to score even though they were a man up for the last 40 odd minutes.

It’s really tough on the fans who believed that England had a chance at the Cup.
“We are not going home”…This was the song that was being sung by all British fans..
But sadly, they are all heading back home. It’s really disheartening, but that’s life.

To see Lampard, Gerrard & Ferdinand cry is not a pretty sight.

But otherwise it was one of the more even matches in the whole World Cup 2006.

Rock of Ages.....

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee;
let the water and the blood,
from thy wounded side which flowed,
be of sin the double cure;
save from wrath and make me pure.

Not the labors of my hands
can fulfill thy law's commands;
could my zeal no respite know,
could my tears forever flow,
all for sin could not atone;
thou must save, and thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,
simply to the cross I cling;
naked, come to thee for dress;
helpless, look to thee for grace;
foul, I to the fountain fly;
wash me, Savior, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
when mine eyes shall close in death,
when I soar to worlds unknown,
see thee on thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
let me hide myself in thee.

Wonderful hymn. Isn’t it?

The story goes that the lyrics of this hymn were inspired when Augustus M. Toplady got shipwrecked and took shelter from the storm & the rage of the sea by hiding under a rocky over-hang. He wrote the lyrics of this hymn on a deck of playing cards that was with him .

Praise The Lord! Halleuyah!!! How wonderful are his blessings.

God has been there for me throughout my life…and whenever I am afraid of anything I come to your shelter.

Thanks you Lord for being my Rock.

And, I will evermore praise and glorify you.