Reading Dan Brown's Angels and Demons .. 
In what should be summer the sky seems to change, the clouds seem to takeover and the sun has taken a holiday in Ibiza.
The Wind roughs up the trees and the birds dance like shamaans in the desert .
The kites cirle in the sky whirling around down . pulled down by an invisible hand and then it thunders...
And we're all covered in a white cool hard piercing rain.
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I love the rain.
AND which I'm pretty much overdoing ... the picture bit too
I'm thinking of a movie review on a moive I saw yesterday called "Girl With A Pearl Earring" ,
which is based on a book by Tracy Chevalier which have read .
Just liked them so much.
The Wind roughs up the trees and the birds dance like shamaans in the desert .
The kites cirle in the sky whirling around down . pulled down by an invisible hand and then it thunders...
And we're all covered in a white cool hard piercing rain.
-
I love the rain.
AND which I'm pretty much overdoing ... the picture bit too
I'm thinking of a movie review on a moive I saw yesterday called "Girl With A Pearl Earring" ,
which is based on a book by Tracy Chevalier which have read .
Just liked them so much.
A wind blows through behind the asokha trees and aged they swoop and they groan .Swaying like giant pendulums with physics as there master scurry in the green of the brown searching for safe ground.
The sky grumbles and spurts rings of light like someone's ready for a fight.
In the quarters of the asokha trees lies a gate to the potters wheel it turns .. With shape and balance .. Molded to perfection by the projection of the potters hand.
Why I write this I don't know , but If I knew .. I wouldn't go.
For this is not a writer's word but the theater of the absurd.
The sky grumbles and spurts rings of light like someone's ready for a fight.
In the quarters of the asokha trees lies a gate to the potters wheel it turns .. With shape and balance .. Molded to perfection by the projection of the potters hand.
Why I write this I don't know , but If I knew .. I wouldn't go.
For this is not a writer's word but the theater of the absurd.
An Unknown
As I walked into the garden , my eyes immediatly noticed the intensity of light drop from a torrid white to a more mellow blue filtering down throught the now dense foilage ,in contrast to the shieldless sky , except for the odd cloud of course.I walked at a slow yet calculated pace scanning the surroundings , which I must mention where not entirely new to me yet not familar either.I have been here before once.. a few days ago I was here.. yet now it is strangely differrent , yes it has rained and ,the soil has retained a certain moistness as cotton would if placed in front of an airconditioner in a humid coastal city .It is strangely differrent as I already said not to sound redundant but it is I tell you as I can't put my finger on the reason.. & Yes then it was morning and now it is mid afternoon.
Under the apparrent shade of the somewhat tall , aged dense woody tropical trees sat people some in pairs , some in threes and some in larger groups , yet some like me where here alone.
Lovers seemed sitting on dense unkept grass , some in deep conversation others in deeper mood of silence.. but This should not preoccupy me , I was here for a reason,.
I was here to find a place where I would rest my self to peer into rather large technical book and study.After about minutes in the this unfamiliar yet growingly familar place I found my self at what seemed to be raised stone plinth. In the centre to be which , appeared to look like a memorial from far which on closer investigation was a grave...in the shape of a cross on this elevated surface..I sat my self on the stone plinth and worked on my as I mentioned on my "rather large" textbook. At first I didn't notice this strange marble cross on the ground ... But as time walked by my eyes fell on the the following inscription..
"BORN MELROSE SOUTH AUSTRALIA NOVEMBER 13 1856 AND DIED AT THIS SPOT OF CHOLERA AT THIS VERY SPOT JANUARY 1886"
Curiosity got the better of me , as I got up walk around this central object and on the other side inscribed on the dark stone
" IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE LOVED"
I did a rough calculation in my head the person in questiom was or is 30(not got beyond 30 atleast) when he/she had died of cholera as I already mentioned..
A name came then came to sight a name Alice Richman on the front end was inscribed..
As went back to my place and then to my book.
I began to think and a question resonated in my mind
Who is Alice Richman?
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sorry for apparent typos// i will correct them as time goes by..
more next time
As I walked into the garden , my eyes immediatly noticed the intensity of light drop from a torrid white to a more mellow blue filtering down throught the now dense foilage ,in contrast to the shieldless sky , except for the odd cloud of course.I walked at a slow yet calculated pace scanning the surroundings , which I must mention where not entirely new to me yet not familar either.I have been here before once.. a few days ago I was here.. yet now it is strangely differrent , yes it has rained and ,the soil has retained a certain moistness as cotton would if placed in front of an airconditioner in a humid coastal city .It is strangely differrent as I already said not to sound redundant but it is I tell you as I can't put my finger on the reason.. & Yes then it was morning and now it is mid afternoon.
Under the apparrent shade of the somewhat tall , aged dense woody tropical trees sat people some in pairs , some in threes and some in larger groups , yet some like me where here alone.
Lovers seemed sitting on dense unkept grass , some in deep conversation others in deeper mood of silence.. but This should not preoccupy me , I was here for a reason,.
I was here to find a place where I would rest my self to peer into rather large technical book and study.After about minutes in the this unfamiliar yet growingly familar place I found my self at what seemed to be raised stone plinth. In the centre to be which , appeared to look like a memorial from far which on closer investigation was a grave...in the shape of a cross on this elevated surface..I sat my self on the stone plinth and worked on my as I mentioned on my "rather large" textbook. At first I didn't notice this strange marble cross on the ground ... But as time walked by my eyes fell on the the following inscription..
"BORN MELROSE SOUTH AUSTRALIA NOVEMBER 13 1856 AND DIED AT THIS SPOT OF CHOLERA AT THIS VERY SPOT JANUARY 1886"
Curiosity got the better of me , as I got up walk around this central object and on the other side inscribed on the dark stone
" IN THE SACRED MEMORY OF THE LOVED"
I did a rough calculation in my head the person in questiom was or is 30(not got beyond 30 atleast) when he/she had died of cholera as I already mentioned..
A name came then came to sight a name Alice Richman on the front end was inscribed..
As went back to my place and then to my book.
I began to think and a question resonated in my mind
Who is Alice Richman?
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sorry for apparent typos// i will correct them as time goes by..
more next time
Snow On The Sahara
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Lose out in the desert
ou are lost out in the desert
But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
Just a wish and i will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold
Lost out in the desert
you are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
Actually , it has actually snowed in the Sahara.... suprised!!! it snowed in the Sahara Desert on February 18, 1979.
Amazing ain't it.. Imagine Snow in the desert , a hot desert I might add.
Somewhat inspiring , an example to the fact that anything can happen ... things sometimes unimaginable can come true..
and there is always a suprise around the next corner ...
The snow fell in Southern Algeria.. the storm lasted for about half and hour , and not suprsingly the snow melted withen a few hours
Anyway it may sound clique it is always good... to dream and expect the inexpected...
Only tell me that you still want me here
When you wander off out there
To those hills of dust and hard winds that blow
In that dry white ocean alone
Lose out in the desert
ou are lost out in the desert
But to stand with you in a ring of fire
I'll forget the days gone by
I'll protect your body and guard your soul
From mirages in your sight
Lost out in the desert
You are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
Just a wish and i will cover your shoulders
With veils of silk and gold
When the shadows come and darken your heart
Leaving you with regrets so cold
Lost out in the desert
you are lost out in the desert
If your hopes scatter like the dust across your track
I'll be the moon that shines on your path
The sun may blind our eyes, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
If that's the only place where you can leave your doubts
I'll hold you up and be your way out
And if we burn away, I'll pray the skies above
For snow to fall on the sahara
Actually , it has actually snowed in the Sahara.... suprised!!! it snowed in the Sahara Desert on February 18, 1979.
Amazing ain't it.. Imagine Snow in the desert , a hot desert I might add.
Somewhat inspiring , an example to the fact that anything can happen ... things sometimes unimaginable can come true..
and there is always a suprise around the next corner ...
The snow fell in Southern Algeria.. the storm lasted for about half and hour , and not suprsingly the snow melted withen a few hours
Anyway it may sound clique it is always good... to dream and expect the inexpected...
Have you , ever seen a bomb go off. Have you ever seen , tanks patrol your streets.
Have you , ever seen glass , char on your roads and bloods flowing in your gutter....
I was listening to a radio program on the BBC world service called "The Outlook", a program broadcasted daily.. And today they inteviewed a young Israeli women ,I think she was in her twenties , who survived not 1 not 2 not 3 but 4 suicide bombings .. Really quite amazing actually.
But in the end she was (on the surface atleast) quiet unperturbed...
It's Strange what some people living in certain environs get used to , and their self-definition of "normal" is different simply on the basis of things around them if they seem hellish to others.
I'll Give you a example... Actually
on Monday , August 25, 2003 two bombs went off in mumbai ( formerly Bombay) and this I now I felt at the time , in the form of a blog entry ,from my archives
Monday, August 25, 2003
Location : Same
Environment : Tense
Subject-- It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
Death and Destruction , shattered glass on the grounds,puddles of blood and the sounds of the raging sea in the background.It's so easy to kill a man , but it's much harder to forgive him. Fear in people eyes , blood on their faces.
Bombs go off everyday in the hearts and minds of men not explosives but of hatred.Hatred has no end.
Hatred has no end.
Hatred is our end .
Heres another link -- about the twin blasts - Mumbai Carnage
But , as days go by ... people forget and normality returns ofcourse things have changed ... or have they really???
Anyway I'm going back to a topic I feel strongly about... outsourcing and India
Recently the The Economist anounced it annual essay contest , the price 10 k $
and the topic Outsourcing or Importing Workers???
interesting , isn't looks how is going to shape up.;.
Last months economist , also carried an article ... which went like :-
Innovative India
Apr 1st 2004
From The Economist print edition
Please don't call it outsourcing
Please do visit ....
blameindiawatch
Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians
Have you , ever seen glass , char on your roads and bloods flowing in your gutter....
I was listening to a radio program on the BBC world service called "The Outlook", a program broadcasted daily.. And today they inteviewed a young Israeli women ,I think she was in her twenties , who survived not 1 not 2 not 3 but 4 suicide bombings .. Really quite amazing actually.
But in the end she was (on the surface atleast) quiet unperturbed...
It's Strange what some people living in certain environs get used to , and their self-definition of "normal" is different simply on the basis of things around them if they seem hellish to others.
I'll Give you a example... Actually
on Monday , August 25, 2003 two bombs went off in mumbai ( formerly Bombay) and this I now I felt at the time , in the form of a blog entry ,from my archives
Monday, August 25, 2003
Location : Same
Environment : Tense
Subject-- It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
Death and Destruction , shattered glass on the grounds,puddles of blood and the sounds of the raging sea in the background.It's so easy to kill a man , but it's much harder to forgive him. Fear in people eyes , blood on their faces.
Bombs go off everyday in the hearts and minds of men not explosives but of hatred.Hatred has no end.
Hatred has no end.
Hatred is our end .
Heres another link -- about the twin blasts - Mumbai Carnage
But , as days go by ... people forget and normality returns ofcourse things have changed ... or have they really???
Anyway I'm going back to a topic I feel strongly about... outsourcing and India
Recently the The Economist anounced it annual essay contest , the price 10 k $
and the topic Outsourcing or Importing Workers???
interesting , isn't looks how is going to shape up.;.
Last months economist , also carried an article ... which went like :-
Innovative India
Apr 1st 2004
From The Economist print edition
Please don't call it outsourcing
Please do visit ....
blameindiawatch
Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians
Closing my eyes I see nothing ,
Just a want to see.
Blinded by the sun I see nothing ,
Just a want of darkness.
Blood in my eyes I see red,
Just a want to see green.
Today morning , I woke up to the strange ringing in my ear. It took me a minute to realize it was the phone.
Bee's are but drones of their , DNA . I'm but the drone of society
I walked to the bathroom , clambering slowly , sometimes clipping my toes on the side of intrusive furniture lining my coconut garage , I call home.
African , dessert tribesmen never see their own faces.
I looked up into the mirror wondering , seeing through by black sagging eyes wondering "Have I changed since yesterday."
The answer seems no clearer then yesterday...
Curtains............What use are Curtains??
Slasing handful of water on my dry face , as if to wake my self from illusion of existance I walk to the window..
I part the curtains , as I would part the petals of a fallen flower.
Light fall into my iris , sorry I don't know the plural
Light a strange invention , falls in an concentrated effort to fill by room with it presence.
In the process blinding me ,, My eyes flutter and my long eye lashes come down in the want of darkness.
Confused I stant there... Where's there it's everywhere.
My brains wants to think but ,I hamper it needs ... and I stand there confused .........
Just a want to see.
Blinded by the sun I see nothing ,
Just a want of darkness.
Blood in my eyes I see red,
Just a want to see green.
Today morning , I woke up to the strange ringing in my ear. It took me a minute to realize it was the phone.
Bee's are but drones of their , DNA . I'm but the drone of society
I walked to the bathroom , clambering slowly , sometimes clipping my toes on the side of intrusive furniture lining my coconut garage , I call home.
African , dessert tribesmen never see their own faces.
I looked up into the mirror wondering , seeing through by black sagging eyes wondering "Have I changed since yesterday."
The answer seems no clearer then yesterday...
Curtains............What use are Curtains??
Slasing handful of water on my dry face , as if to wake my self from illusion of existance I walk to the window..
I part the curtains , as I would part the petals of a fallen flower.
Light fall into my iris , sorry I don't know the plural
Light a strange invention , falls in an concentrated effort to fill by room with it presence.
In the process blinding me ,, My eyes flutter and my long eye lashes come down in the want of darkness.
Confused I stant there... Where's there it's everywhere.
My brains wants to think but ,I hamper it needs ... and I stand there confused .........
I found a great site on the blogger watchlist..
so I added the link
Blame India Watch -
Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians
so I added the link
Blame India Watch -
Lost your IT job? Blame HR and your management. Don't blame India, or Indians
The Garlic Lineage
Garlic ,allium sativum, lasun call it what like. Garlic, the cloved herb. Still on the topic, here's a pungent question Can you survive on two handfuls of garlic? Lets further the question or let me put it in another way lets add some garlic in to some simmering oil. Can your family survive on two handfuls of Garlic?
I thought not.
I know, a family who does and there millions more who survive on a lot less.
My story takes, you to Mumbai , one of India's and actually to think about it one of the World’s Mega cities, with a population to 16 million, Bombay is one of the largest concentrations of human being anywhere, if New York is the city of 8 million stories ... Mumbai is a moving mass of images sometimes to blurry for your cognitive senses to comprehend.
Bandra, The Queen of the Bombay’s suburbs , is known for her glitzy inhabitants,
faces the vast expanse of the Arabian Sea, Mumbai's wallpaper , a canvas for the sun and the clouds.
There on the end of Carter Road, one of Bandra sea facing promenade a kolhi village.
The kolhis by occupation are fisher folk and were the original denizens of Mumbai. They can be found everywhere along India's western seaboard form Gujarat to Malabar.
If pungency of smell is any category on which I was to judge this article there is a smell more pungent then that of garlic . . That is the smell of drying fish...and the village is full of it.
Any now since I have now giving a long enough introduction, I will go directly to the story...
Here lives a family, one of many... They are different, no they don't live in the neighborhood slum, no they don't live in the tall apartment blocks that line carter road, they live in pipe... A pipe abandoned by the BMC it lies by the seaside. But wait people live here, a family of seven. Parents and there five children. Three boys and Two girls.. No friends they donot go to school, not a full time school at least...
AND for the finale this family survives on the earnings ... they get from selling two handful of garlic...
How do they manage you ask, I ask my question that too...
They barter what ever they have for some rice, flour...lentils. And the rest they leave to God.
When I say leave to God I mean it literally. They sit outside a temple (the children) at least hoping to get a free meal from a passer by...
They came to Bombay. May be looking for brighter future, may be forced due to famine or socio economic reasons from.... Now. They live this existence...of just mere existence.
What are their children going to do when they grow up...?
While they have a brighter future in new India.
Or will they will be entrapped in this garlic lineage.
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here are some links
Garlic
Bombay
Garlic ,allium sativum, lasun call it what like. Garlic, the cloved herb. Still on the topic, here's a pungent question Can you survive on two handfuls of garlic? Lets further the question or let me put it in another way lets add some garlic in to some simmering oil. Can your family survive on two handfuls of Garlic?
I thought not.
I know, a family who does and there millions more who survive on a lot less.
My story takes, you to Mumbai , one of India's and actually to think about it one of the World’s Mega cities, with a population to 16 million, Bombay is one of the largest concentrations of human being anywhere, if New York is the city of 8 million stories ... Mumbai is a moving mass of images sometimes to blurry for your cognitive senses to comprehend.
Bandra, The Queen of the Bombay’s suburbs , is known for her glitzy inhabitants,
faces the vast expanse of the Arabian Sea, Mumbai's wallpaper , a canvas for the sun and the clouds.
There on the end of Carter Road, one of Bandra sea facing promenade a kolhi village.
The kolhis by occupation are fisher folk and were the original denizens of Mumbai. They can be found everywhere along India's western seaboard form Gujarat to Malabar.
If pungency of smell is any category on which I was to judge this article there is a smell more pungent then that of garlic . . That is the smell of drying fish...and the village is full of it.
Any now since I have now giving a long enough introduction, I will go directly to the story...
Here lives a family, one of many... They are different, no they don't live in the neighborhood slum, no they don't live in the tall apartment blocks that line carter road, they live in pipe... A pipe abandoned by the BMC it lies by the seaside. But wait people live here, a family of seven. Parents and there five children. Three boys and Two girls.. No friends they donot go to school, not a full time school at least...
AND for the finale this family survives on the earnings ... they get from selling two handful of garlic...
How do they manage you ask, I ask my question that too...
They barter what ever they have for some rice, flour...lentils. And the rest they leave to God.
When I say leave to God I mean it literally. They sit outside a temple (the children) at least hoping to get a free meal from a passer by...
They came to Bombay. May be looking for brighter future, may be forced due to famine or socio economic reasons from.... Now. They live this existence...of just mere existence.
What are their children going to do when they grow up...?
While they have a brighter future in new India.
Or will they will be entrapped in this garlic lineage.
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here are some links
Garlic
Bombay
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Trade Time: 10:24AM ET
Change: 0.601 (10.64%)
Prev Close: 5.649
Open: 5.59
Bid: 6.25 x 100
Ask: 6.27 x 1000
1y Target Est: 3.88
Day's Range: 5.43 - 6.27
52wk Range: 0.72 - 5.85
Volume: 434,361
Avg Vol (3m): 706,439
Market Cap: 226.18M
P/E (ttm): N/A
EPS (ttm): -0.841
Div & Yield: N/A (N/A)
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I got it at 4.38 $
Here an email I got , I thought a conartist willever write to me....I'm so exited..I'am going to reply let see what happens>>>>!!!!!!!!!!!!!
From : weli ali
Sent : Wednesday, March 03, 2004 10:22:52 PM
To : weliali222@hotmail.com
Subject : FROM MR WELI
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FROM THE DESK OF WELI ALI
BILL AND EXCHANGE MANAGER (U T B)
FOREIGN REMMITTANCE DEPT.
UNION TOGOLIASE DE BANQUE
My Dear,
I am the manager of bill and exchange at the foreign remmittance department of union banque du togoliase, Iam writing following the impressive information about you through one of my friends who runs a firm in your country, He assured me of your capability and reliability to champion this business opportunity.
In my department we discovered an abandoned sum of $10.5m dollar(ten million five hundred thousand US Dollars) in an account that belongs to one of our foriegn customer who died along with his entirer family in plane crash.
Since we got information about his death, we have been expecting his next of kin to come over and claim his money because we can not release it unless somebody applies for it as next of kin or relation to the decease as indicated in our banking guidlines and laws, but unfortunately we learnt that all his supposed next of kin or relation died along side with him at the plane clash leaving no body behind for the claim.
It is therefore upon this discovery that I and other officials in my department now decided to make this business proposal to you and release the money to you as the next of kin or relation to the decease for safety and subsequent disbursement since nobody is coming for it and we dont want this money to go intothe bank treasury as unclaimed bill.
The banking law and guidline here stipulates that if such money remained unclaimed after five years, the money will be transfered into the bank treasure as unclaimed fund, The request of a foreigner as next of kin in this business is occassioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner and a togoliase citizen cannot stand as next of kin to a
foreigner.
We agree that30% of this money will be for you as a foreign partner, in respect to the provision of a foreign account, 10% will be set aside for expenses incurred during the business and 60% will be for me and my collegues, There after I and my collegues will visit your country for disbursment according to the percentages indicated.
Therefore, to enable the immediate transfer of this fund to you as arrange, you must apply first to the bank as relation or next or kin of the deceased indicating your bank name, your bank account, your private telephone and fax number for easy and effective communication and location where in the money will be remitted.
upon receipt of your reply, i will send to you by fax or email the text of the application. I will not fail to bring to your notice that this business is hicth-free and that you should not entertain any atom of fear as all required arrangements have been made for the transfer.
You should contact me immediately as soon as you receive this letter.
AND ATTANTVE E-MAIL (weliali4554@yahoo.co.uk)
Yours faithfully,
WELI.
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From : weli ali
Sent : Wednesday, March 03, 2004 10:22:52 PM
To : weliali222@hotmail.com
Subject : FROM MR WELI
| | | Junk E-Mail | Inbox
FROM THE DESK OF WELI ALI
BILL AND EXCHANGE MANAGER (U T B)
FOREIGN REMMITTANCE DEPT.
UNION TOGOLIASE DE BANQUE
My Dear,
I am the manager of bill and exchange at the foreign remmittance department of union banque du togoliase, Iam writing following the impressive information about you through one of my friends who runs a firm in your country, He assured me of your capability and reliability to champion this business opportunity.
In my department we discovered an abandoned sum of $10.5m dollar(ten million five hundred thousand US Dollars) in an account that belongs to one of our foriegn customer who died along with his entirer family in plane crash.
Since we got information about his death, we have been expecting his next of kin to come over and claim his money because we can not release it unless somebody applies for it as next of kin or relation to the decease as indicated in our banking guidlines and laws, but unfortunately we learnt that all his supposed next of kin or relation died along side with him at the plane clash leaving no body behind for the claim.
It is therefore upon this discovery that I and other officials in my department now decided to make this business proposal to you and release the money to you as the next of kin or relation to the decease for safety and subsequent disbursement since nobody is coming for it and we dont want this money to go intothe bank treasury as unclaimed bill.
The banking law and guidline here stipulates that if such money remained unclaimed after five years, the money will be transfered into the bank treasure as unclaimed fund, The request of a foreigner as next of kin in this business is occassioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner and a togoliase citizen cannot stand as next of kin to a
foreigner.
We agree that30% of this money will be for you as a foreign partner, in respect to the provision of a foreign account, 10% will be set aside for expenses incurred during the business and 60% will be for me and my collegues, There after I and my collegues will visit your country for disbursment according to the percentages indicated.
Therefore, to enable the immediate transfer of this fund to you as arrange, you must apply first to the bank as relation or next or kin of the deceased indicating your bank name, your bank account, your private telephone and fax number for easy and effective communication and location where in the money will be remitted.
upon receipt of your reply, i will send to you by fax or email the text of the application. I will not fail to bring to your notice that this business is hicth-free and that you should not entertain any atom of fear as all required arrangements have been made for the transfer.
You should contact me immediately as soon as you receive this letter.
AND ATTANTVE E-MAIL (weliali4554@yahoo.co.uk)
Yours faithfully,
WELI.
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pune is evolving into a cosmopolitan city
pune is a sort of military encampment basically
pune is dotted with excavated caves and shrines dating back to pre buddhist times
pune is a busy industrial city
pune is maharashtra's second city
pune is at the confluence of the mutha and mula river
pune is housed in a spacious colonial turn
pune is one of the leading metros in india
pune is 4 hours away from bombay by train
pune is worth visiting pune
pune is any day a
pune is of course the giant metre
pune is fast
pune is one of the top five universities of india
pune is 559 m above sea level
pune is situated near the western coast of india
pune is around 192 km
pune is viewed as a microcosm of planet earth
pune is a fascinating city with a healthy climate all year around
pune is set amidst the traditions of the saint
pune is famous for its climate
pune is an important business place with more than 2 million populations
pune is situated on the banks of the confluence of the mula and mutha rivers
pune is always bustling with hectic activity
pune is located in the banks of river mula
pune is a metropolis that houses the diverse cultures and traditions of india
pune is to promote international cultural cooperation by organizing a broad variety of events to present german
pune is equable and except for a brief spell in the summers
pune is one of the historical cities of india with a glorious past
pune is definitely one of its kind
pune is highly influenced by the 'hype' culture of mumbai
pune is a prime institute engaged in hindustani classical music
pune is the right place to go to for the weekend
pune is fast becoming one of the major centres of industry and commerce in the country
pune is probably the only city in india with three cantonments viz
pune is situated 119 miles south east of bombay
pune is a bee
pune is an interesting city
pune is one of the landmarks of the city
pune is the residence of the self
pune is the best educational and cultural center having an excellent climate throughout the year
pune is just 170 kms from mumbai
pune is the cultural capital of maharashtra
pune is surrounded by lakes hence called lake city
pune is a historic city situated at an altitude of 570 meters in western maharashtra
pune is indeed one of the leading it centres in india
pune is incomplete if you have not visited laxmi road at least once
pune is gradually emerging as one of the most sought
pune is gaining grounds commercially
pune is to maharashtra as much as the taste of good food is to a person's taste buds
pune is a major educational and cultural hub
pune is a visual delight
pune is both a prestigious educational center and major industrial center
pune is an emerging urban nightmare
pune is bustling with economic activity
pune is changing
pune is the highest
pune is good
pune is the 'veritable heartland' of cultural maharashtra
pune is one of the finest cities of maharastra
pune is about 150 kms from the international airport of mumbai
pune is a contrast of history and modernism
pune is serviced by jet airways
pune is that it offers significant opportunities to emerge as a global player in specific sectors given focused strategic planning
pune is situated near the
pune is emerging from the shadows of the pensioners paradise into a thriving industrial city
pune is the base for major industrial units
pune is
pune is more quiet
pune is located in the sahyadri hills in the western portion of the state of maharashtra
pune is a major education centre and has thousands of indian and foreign students who come to study here
pune is a historic city with a glorious past of nearly 1000 years
pune is one of the first five universities established in india
pune is mumbai
pune is a fascinating city with a healthy
pune is also conveniently connected to mumbai by rail and road
pune is situated in the deccan plateau
pune is a great one day outing to see the fort which was won by the maratha?s over a very
pune is fast racing to the top slots in the indian software industry
pune is well known as a big profitable industrial zone in asia
pune is a sort of military encampment basically
pune is dotted with excavated caves and shrines dating back to pre buddhist times
pune is a busy industrial city
pune is maharashtra's second city
pune is at the confluence of the mutha and mula river
pune is housed in a spacious colonial turn
pune is one of the leading metros in india
pune is 4 hours away from bombay by train
pune is worth visiting pune
pune is any day a
pune is of course the giant metre
pune is fast
pune is one of the top five universities of india
pune is 559 m above sea level
pune is situated near the western coast of india
pune is around 192 km
pune is viewed as a microcosm of planet earth
pune is a fascinating city with a healthy climate all year around
pune is set amidst the traditions of the saint
pune is famous for its climate
pune is an important business place with more than 2 million populations
pune is situated on the banks of the confluence of the mula and mutha rivers
pune is always bustling with hectic activity
pune is located in the banks of river mula
pune is a metropolis that houses the diverse cultures and traditions of india
pune is to promote international cultural cooperation by organizing a broad variety of events to present german
pune is equable and except for a brief spell in the summers
pune is one of the historical cities of india with a glorious past
pune is definitely one of its kind
pune is highly influenced by the 'hype' culture of mumbai
pune is a prime institute engaged in hindustani classical music
pune is the right place to go to for the weekend
pune is fast becoming one of the major centres of industry and commerce in the country
pune is probably the only city in india with three cantonments viz
pune is situated 119 miles south east of bombay
pune is a bee
pune is an interesting city
pune is one of the landmarks of the city
pune is the residence of the self
pune is the best educational and cultural center having an excellent climate throughout the year
pune is just 170 kms from mumbai
pune is the cultural capital of maharashtra
pune is surrounded by lakes hence called lake city
pune is a historic city situated at an altitude of 570 meters in western maharashtra
pune is indeed one of the leading it centres in india
pune is incomplete if you have not visited laxmi road at least once
pune is gradually emerging as one of the most sought
pune is gaining grounds commercially
pune is to maharashtra as much as the taste of good food is to a person's taste buds
pune is a major educational and cultural hub
pune is a visual delight
pune is both a prestigious educational center and major industrial center
pune is an emerging urban nightmare
pune is bustling with economic activity
pune is changing
pune is the highest
pune is good
pune is the 'veritable heartland' of cultural maharashtra
pune is one of the finest cities of maharastra
pune is about 150 kms from the international airport of mumbai
pune is a contrast of history and modernism
pune is serviced by jet airways
pune is that it offers significant opportunities to emerge as a global player in specific sectors given focused strategic planning
pune is situated near the
pune is emerging from the shadows of the pensioners paradise into a thriving industrial city
pune is the base for major industrial units
pune is
pune is more quiet
pune is located in the sahyadri hills in the western portion of the state of maharashtra
pune is a major education centre and has thousands of indian and foreign students who come to study here
pune is a historic city with a glorious past of nearly 1000 years
pune is one of the first five universities established in india
pune is mumbai
pune is a fascinating city with a healthy
pune is also conveniently connected to mumbai by rail and road
pune is situated in the deccan plateau
pune is a great one day outing to see the fort which was won by the maratha?s over a very
pune is fast racing to the top slots in the indian software industry
pune is well known as a big profitable industrial zone in asia
India's Invisible
You may see them on the railway station; you may see them on your way to office, college or school or on your morning walk. Who am I talking about?
I'm talking about India's Children, homeless, sometimes abused, illiterate, trapped in our urban sprawl where every minute for them has only one meaning "survival".To be more specific hundreds and thousands of homeless children, walk our streets. Greatly ignored my most. As if they were Invisible. They are India's Invisible.
If I were to speak from experience, I volunteered at an NGO last summer called One International and it was truly an enriching experience. Enough about me. Actually , the point I wanted to bring out was at the end of the day, the smile on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes unparalleled satisfaction . Also it truly amazing to see their spirit , always bubbly and effervescent , so full of energy (I know I just said the same thing in 3 diff ways).
So just go out there make a difference.
It's actually quit easy just use your trusty search engine I'm sure you'll find something relevant...
Volunteer!!!
You may see them on the railway station; you may see them on your way to office, college or school or on your morning walk. Who am I talking about?
I'm talking about India's Children, homeless, sometimes abused, illiterate, trapped in our urban sprawl where every minute for them has only one meaning "survival".To be more specific hundreds and thousands of homeless children, walk our streets. Greatly ignored my most. As if they were Invisible. They are India's Invisible.
If I were to speak from experience, I volunteered at an NGO last summer called One International and it was truly an enriching experience. Enough about me. Actually , the point I wanted to bring out was at the end of the day, the smile on their faces and the twinkle in their eyes unparalleled satisfaction . Also it truly amazing to see their spirit , always bubbly and effervescent , so full of energy (I know I just said the same thing in 3 diff ways).
So just go out there make a difference.
It's actually quit easy just use your trusty search engine I'm sure you'll find something relevant...
Volunteer!!!
Perplexing Pune
Pune, like many other cities in India is strange, sometimes unexplainably so. For example no one seems to be able to explain why?? My wheeler has been picked up twice in four days when it was in a parking zone and parked clearly in the faint yellow parking demarcation painted on the side of the road?? It looks like I'm going to make my customary trip to Deccan Police Station. For the help of people who have got their vehicle towed (in my case picked up) in the Deccan. DPS (deccan police station) is behind the side screen of deccan cricket clubs' ground. In only a few minutes I'll be a 150 rupees lighter while a ever smilling mamu (policemen in pune is lovingly referred to as a mamu in mumbai it is pandu I think) writes you a chalan(receipt). If you, never have seen a pune traffic policemen, he is really hard to miss actually with spotless clean white uniform and is blue Nehru cap, and not to forget his overflowing paunch ... He likes his chaha (tea) and kanda poha (hard to explain really).
The Queen of the Deccan, Pune or formerly Poona never fails to perplex me.
Pune, like many other cities in India is strange, sometimes unexplainably so. For example no one seems to be able to explain why?? My wheeler has been picked up twice in four days when it was in a parking zone and parked clearly in the faint yellow parking demarcation painted on the side of the road?? It looks like I'm going to make my customary trip to Deccan Police Station. For the help of people who have got their vehicle towed (in my case picked up) in the Deccan. DPS (deccan police station) is behind the side screen of deccan cricket clubs' ground. In only a few minutes I'll be a 150 rupees lighter while a ever smilling mamu (policemen in pune is lovingly referred to as a mamu in mumbai it is pandu I think) writes you a chalan(receipt). If you, never have seen a pune traffic policemen, he is really hard to miss actually with spotless clean white uniform and is blue Nehru cap, and not to forget his overflowing paunch ... He likes his chaha (tea) and kanda poha (hard to explain really).
The Queen of the Deccan, Pune or formerly Poona never fails to perplex me.
Looks like the English premiership club,manchester united is under attack. Yes not form Arsenal's Thierry Henry , they are trying to avoid a hostile takeover bid from an American Billionaire Malcolm Glazer
So the question arises who is Malcon Grazer... He owns the American football team Tampa Bay Buccaneers...
Chelsea went Russiun with Roman Abromovich and now it looks like Man U is going american.
Just to make it clear I support Arsenal
So the question arises who is Malcon Grazer... He owns the American football team Tampa Bay Buccaneers...
Chelsea went Russiun with Roman Abromovich and now it looks like Man U is going american.
Just to make it clear I support Arsenal
I got myself a vehicle nothing very interesting it a actually one of those scooters . I got my self a honda activa it is pretty neat
here some
spec s
Honda Activa
Engine
Type 4-stroke, Single cylinder, air cooled, OHC
Displacement 102 cc
Max. Power 7 Bhp @ 7000 rpm
Max. Torque 0-8 Kg-m @ 5500 rpm
Transmission V-matic
Ignition Self / Kick
Electricals
Battery 12V, 5Ah
Headlamps 35W
Chassis
Frame High rigidity Under Bone type
Dimensions (lxbxh) 1765 x 715 x 1130 mm
Wheel base 1235 mm
Seat height 760 mm
Ground clearance 145 smm
Suspension
Front Bottom Link with spring loaded hydraulic damper
Rear Unit swing with spring loaded hydraulic damper
Tyre size
Front 3.50 - 10, 4 PR
Rear 3.50 - 10, 4 PR
Brakes
Front Drum, 130 mm dia
Rear Drum, 130 mm dia
Fuel Tank Capacity 6 litres
here some
spec s
Honda Activa
Engine
Type 4-stroke, Single cylinder, air cooled, OHC
Displacement 102 cc
Max. Power 7 Bhp @ 7000 rpm
Max. Torque 0-8 Kg-m @ 5500 rpm
Transmission V-matic
Ignition Self / Kick
Electricals
Battery 12V, 5Ah
Headlamps 35W
Chassis
Frame High rigidity Under Bone type
Dimensions (lxbxh) 1765 x 715 x 1130 mm
Wheel base 1235 mm
Seat height 760 mm
Ground clearance 145 smm
Suspension
Front Bottom Link with spring loaded hydraulic damper
Rear Unit swing with spring loaded hydraulic damper
Tyre size
Front 3.50 - 10, 4 PR
Rear 3.50 - 10, 4 PR
Brakes
Front Drum, 130 mm dia
Rear Drum, 130 mm dia
Fuel Tank Capacity 6 litres
Visited 20 countries , not bad I think
*
8% of the world
create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide
*
8% of the world
create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide
Cast all your votes for Dancing
I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.
I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.
But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.
You can stay that way
And even bloom!
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.
You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.
Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!
O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Now, sweet one,
Be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
This was a beautiful poem from one of my favourite poets Hafiz ..
I juat love it
I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.
I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.
But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.
You can stay that way
And even bloom!
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.
You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.
Whenever you say God's name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!
O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Now, sweet one,
Be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
This was a beautiful poem from one of my favourite poets Hafiz ..
I juat love it
"There are 8 million stories in the Naked City and this was one them."
THE END
That was ending of a B/W movie I say yesterday, I really didn't catch the title because I joined in the middle. But I really don't want to talk about the movie as such I want to look at it from another angle.
People have their stories and yes there must be 8 million stories in a New York Minute. But these are not stories these are their lives..Their everyday doings.
EACH STORY IS IMPORTANT....An importance that cannot be ignored or forgotten.,.
On the other hand if we take these stories on the basis of numbers alone India and China will win hands down.
From one kind of story let s jump to another kind a news story,and as I was saying now suddenly world is sitting back and taking notice of the above mentined countries.
Top magazines spawn story after story fueling a sort public opinion in the developed countries .
Some experts have even gone as far as calling it Asia's Century
May be it is Asias century or may be it isn't .. as critics point out that they said the same thing about Japan ..but America survived Japan and it will survive China and India.
"Survived" what do they mean by that I thought to my self ..the answer is simple yet not understood by many .. United States of America is an empire in every sense of the word except for it is an empire in denial also it is the lone superpower and it dictates.. and the world listens not always without hesitation but the world listens.
The way I look at it is the alpha country and like in the animal kingdom Darwinian rules still apply for after all we are animals and once in a will a country faces the then alpha country for superpower status and I believe that what is happening know. The 'wanna be'
spes against the lone old spe.
But now it is more like tag team wrestling 2 against one. not 2 united but 2 against common a common 1
What I think is going to happen is a more balanced world.
We know that a plane works better with more then one engine same way the world will be a better place with more then one superpowers , more then one ideology , more then one culture and more choice. AFTER all democracy .. is all about choices (even tho china is not a democracy )..
and all and all summing up ..Things are getting better, bc the way things are there is only one way , up
THE END
That was ending of a B/W movie I say yesterday, I really didn't catch the title because I joined in the middle. But I really don't want to talk about the movie as such I want to look at it from another angle.
People have their stories and yes there must be 8 million stories in a New York Minute. But these are not stories these are their lives..Their everyday doings.
EACH STORY IS IMPORTANT....An importance that cannot be ignored or forgotten.,.
On the other hand if we take these stories on the basis of numbers alone India and China will win hands down.
From one kind of story let s jump to another kind a news story,and as I was saying now suddenly world is sitting back and taking notice of the above mentined countries.
Top magazines spawn story after story fueling a sort public opinion in the developed countries .
Some experts have even gone as far as calling it Asia's Century
May be it is Asias century or may be it isn't .. as critics point out that they said the same thing about Japan ..but America survived Japan and it will survive China and India.
"Survived" what do they mean by that I thought to my self ..the answer is simple yet not understood by many .. United States of America is an empire in every sense of the word except for it is an empire in denial also it is the lone superpower and it dictates.. and the world listens not always without hesitation but the world listens.
The way I look at it is the alpha country and like in the animal kingdom Darwinian rules still apply for after all we are animals and once in a will a country faces the then alpha country for superpower status and I believe that what is happening know. The 'wanna be'
spes against the lone old spe.
But now it is more like tag team wrestling 2 against one. not 2 united but 2 against common a common 1
What I think is going to happen is a more balanced world.
We know that a plane works better with more then one engine same way the world will be a better place with more then one superpowers , more then one ideology , more then one culture and more choice. AFTER all democracy .. is all about choices (even tho china is not a democracy )..
and all and all summing up ..Things are getting better, bc the way things are there is only one way , up
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I have found my self to pretty angry at the world , basically putting it briefly.
This anger is not against me but it out a feeling of injustice , unequalled. Lets be honest be here I live in developing country some call it THIRD world but I prefer the euphemism. I find that this a great difference in living standards in the "developed world" and the "developing world" . Everybody admits it.. But no one does anything about it.That angers me . A large amount of capital goes into use less wars and issues which are of no importance but to a profiled few (that includes me).This anger is magnified by a urge of change in me...
-end-
this blog entry was inspired by entry on a blog called Many Musings of Aarushi , .....it my sisters blog actually.
I have added it to my links..
I have found my self to pretty angry at the world , basically putting it briefly.
This anger is not against me but it out a feeling of injustice , unequalled. Lets be honest be here I live in developing country some call it THIRD world but I prefer the euphemism. I find that this a great difference in living standards in the "developed world" and the "developing world" . Everybody admits it.. But no one does anything about it.That angers me . A large amount of capital goes into use less wars and issues which are of no importance but to a profiled few (that includes me).This anger is magnified by a urge of change in me...
-end-
this blog entry was inspired by entry on a blog called Many Musings of Aarushi , .....it my sisters blog actually.
I have added it to my links..
The forgotten majority
I am a part of small minority , actually it is a ignored majority of people who feel the world is being on a witch hunt to find a phantom in the shadows.
A phantom which is partly imaginative caricature of a non-existent enemy.
This "War" or should I say pseudo war is creating great divides .. Larger rifts ..
Thus accelerating a movement of two groups away from each other now faster then ever. Hope something is done before it is too late , before all that is left is a deep abyss of nothingness.
This witch hunt has another victim... The greater majority who have been side lined and there sadness and grief forgotten.
The world media have lost their sense of responsibility. They fail highlight the plight of the underprivileged...
If we don't act now ... The world , this planet is going to a traumatic future which will not only effect the forgotten majority but also have drastic effects on the larger minority
I use this blog to put my opinion on thing and also pepper that with a some personal commentary on my life till now it has been a sort mixed and some random this ... To avoid this ... I will segregate the two and ... Label them ...
I'm going start a petition against an anti-outsourcing bill launched by the US senate... More details as they come
I am a part of small minority , actually it is a ignored majority of people who feel the world is being on a witch hunt to find a phantom in the shadows.
A phantom which is partly imaginative caricature of a non-existent enemy.
This "War" or should I say pseudo war is creating great divides .. Larger rifts ..
Thus accelerating a movement of two groups away from each other now faster then ever. Hope something is done before it is too late , before all that is left is a deep abyss of nothingness.
This witch hunt has another victim... The greater majority who have been side lined and there sadness and grief forgotten.
The world media have lost their sense of responsibility. They fail highlight the plight of the underprivileged...
If we don't act now ... The world , this planet is going to a traumatic future which will not only effect the forgotten majority but also have drastic effects on the larger minority
I use this blog to put my opinion on thing and also pepper that with a some personal commentary on my life till now it has been a sort mixed and some random this ... To avoid this ... I will segregate the two and ... Label them ...
I'm going start a petition against an anti-outsourcing bill launched by the US senate... More details as they come
ok,
The blog bug has bitten again it always seems to happen in gushes ..Why I don't know and why on the 2nd of January.There has been tiny a revelation on its own. I was somewhats depressed , the last few days.I suffer from self-diagnosed bipolar disorder. My life filled with ups and downs that would give a sinosoidal curve a complex , with a frequency tending to infinity. All engineered by the mind as a example of this you can see that just a few hours ago I was ..........no words for it depressed ,
I know this has no link to what I was writting to but this a new feature in my blog called Candid confessions ...they may be anywhere .. but they 'll be in italics like this one.,
CC-1
i find oriental eyed women really attractive... I don't know it just came up I saw on as I my frame of vision was momentarily deviated from the computer screen ....I'am in webcafe .....sans cafe no food -- beverages
My blog on the other hand is going to through a change decided to be more open..
Firstly as you may have guessed I'm a 18 yr old male.
I am a student of engineering .
I would classify myself has an introvert at most .
AM mostly alone sometimes depressed othertimes esctatically happy.
.not a people person. to tell you the truth I prefer dogs (they don't need a reason to lick you or wag their tale)
AND yes my spelling is really bad .
Everyone
Everyone around here
Everyone is so near
What's going on?
What's going on?
Everyone
Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
It's holding on
It's holding on
It's holding on
. I won't mention nationality ..I don't believe in nationality .
Since as of my >> now I don't ascess to my own computer .. OWN in ""
I am keeping a off - line blog if thats possible which I will.. make "online" when I find the time..
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the oriental chick is sitting next to me correction sitting by me correction in the computer next to mine .(yes thats about correct).. if I am correct she is checking her mail ... 90% precent of the people do that.. I have done thart already,I think she is a college student ., why?? firstly she seems to be in the age group that is 17 to 24 ,,,and secondly she recieved a web card wishing from her parents.Lets see If I get her name., (that will take some time) this exciting .ALSO she has reading glassed I didn't observe that earliar simply bc she didn't need them... She presently in a Yahoo game room. playing pool., waiting for her hotmail account to load it happens to me too often,
YES voila I have her name kunzangchu think,. or could the person who sent the letter,..
OK lets describe her.,. she is a women of amzaing beauty at least to me . Ok when I say her few minutes I was wide eyed and I wasn't able to move a muscle and I stared at wide eyed. Her eyes tawny black , her face is lovely ,and is as red as a ripe fruit teeth white and neatly alligned, erect of posture ,demure of gaze. Beautifying all around her if that word exists .
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
I love this song,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I new year is born. but wasn't inevitable.
The blog bug has bitten again it always seems to happen in gushes ..Why I don't know and why on the 2nd of January.There has been tiny a revelation on its own. I was somewhats depressed , the last few days.I suffer from self-diagnosed bipolar disorder. My life filled with ups and downs that would give a sinosoidal curve a complex , with a frequency tending to infinity. All engineered by the mind as a example of this you can see that just a few hours ago I was ..........no words for it depressed ,
I know this has no link to what I was writting to but this a new feature in my blog called Candid confessions ...they may be anywhere .. but they 'll be in italics like this one.,
CC-1
i find oriental eyed women really attractive... I don't know it just came up I saw on as I my frame of vision was momentarily deviated from the computer screen ....I'am in webcafe .....sans cafe no food -- beverages
My blog on the other hand is going to through a change decided to be more open..
Firstly as you may have guessed I'm a 18 yr old male.
I am a student of engineering .
I would classify myself has an introvert at most .
AM mostly alone sometimes depressed othertimes esctatically happy.
.not a people person. to tell you the truth I prefer dogs (they don't need a reason to lick you or wag their tale)
AND yes my spelling is really bad .
Everyone
Everyone around here
Everyone is so near
What's going on?
What's going on?
Everyone
Everyone is so near
Everyone has got the fear
It's holding on
It's holding on
It's holding on
. I won't mention nationality ..I don't believe in nationality .
Since as of my >> now I don't ascess to my own computer .. OWN in ""
I am keeping a off - line blog if thats possible which I will.. make "online" when I find the time..
CC-2
the oriental chick is sitting next to me correction sitting by me correction in the computer next to mine .(yes thats about correct).. if I am correct she is checking her mail ... 90% precent of the people do that.. I have done thart already,I think she is a college student ., why?? firstly she seems to be in the age group that is 17 to 24 ,,,and secondly she recieved a web card wishing from her parents.Lets see If I get her name., (that will take some time) this exciting .ALSO she has reading glassed I didn't observe that earliar simply bc she didn't need them... She presently in a Yahoo game room. playing pool., waiting for her hotmail account to load it happens to me too often,
YES voila I have her name kunzangchu think,. or could the person who sent the letter,..
OK lets describe her.,. she is a women of amzaing beauty at least to me . Ok when I say her few minutes I was wide eyed and I wasn't able to move a muscle and I stared at wide eyed. Her eyes tawny black , her face is lovely ,and is as red as a ripe fruit teeth white and neatly alligned, erect of posture ,demure of gaze. Beautifying all around her if that word exists .
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
I love this song,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
I new year is born. but wasn't inevitable.
Gone ! It has gone. Yes I will newer write the abbreviation 03 , unless I'm revisiting the past. It newer seems like the past has .....Left us behind .
Yet the transition from one year to another is too smooth . You newer get the feeling anything has changed . Maybe that's why people celebrate the new year so much they want change or a reason for change .
I have been running around , allot in the past few days . Chasing people ..
But , finally my chasing is over..
I sitting alone in a cyberspace next to two scamsters >> running some kind of some cyber dating scam.
I know they reading this that why I'm writing this.
I really sad what people do for money.
anyways since it the new year ..
and it "brand new" ... Shining untouched , sparkling.
HOPE people of the world keep it like that
Cheers and happy new year to all
Yet the transition from one year to another is too smooth . You newer get the feeling anything has changed . Maybe that's why people celebrate the new year so much they want change or a reason for change .
I have been running around , allot in the past few days . Chasing people ..
But , finally my chasing is over..
I sitting alone in a cyberspace next to two scamsters >> running some kind of some cyber dating scam.
I know they reading this that why I'm writing this.
I really sad what people do for money.
anyways since it the new year ..
and it "brand new" ... Shining untouched , sparkling.
HOPE people of the world keep it like that
Cheers and happy new year to all
Its been some time . But like everything else time is relative. Days are going by fast, faster then I can imagine . The speed is disguised by a string of assignments and tests , some of which I have asked for. I quite like this speed , and sometimes I feel I'm addicted to it I have become a jUNKY FOr this never decreasing pace. PACE.
... in all my life I have not laboured nearly so hard, and I have become imbued with great respect for mathematics, the subtler part of which I had in my simple-mindedness regarded as pure luxury until now.
-EINSTEIN
The World has started to amuse me in recent time , America, has spoken against a democratic referendum... In Taiwan . And may I ask What to for ? To gain favor from China.
If that's not hypocrisy then I can change my name
... in all my life I have not laboured nearly so hard, and I have become imbued with great respect for mathematics, the subtler part of which I had in my simple-mindedness regarded as pure luxury until now.
-EINSTEIN
The World has started to amuse me in recent time , America, has spoken against a democratic referendum... In Taiwan . And may I ask What to for ? To gain favor from China.
If that's not hypocrisy then I can change my name
In the beginning there was god and then there was man. It is written we are all same.
We the prodigal children who walk this earth in search and in search we go.
I sit in a large vestibule, moving. I look at life through the side window carefully concealed behind soiled curtains. Air flows out in to the room through a complex labyrinth of vents and condensers and compressors but the effect is not different form cooling actually thinking back it is cooling.
The room moves, sometimes stops, turns like it has mind of it own. Not knowing I later I find out it has a mind of another.
My room, stops or at least the mind decides to stop. Silence is my fellow companion in this room. Lights are incident on me from overhead at the command of the mind. I look around me and proceed to a tiny opening, which has opened from what was formally wall. Metal steps extend magically to the ground as I step down. The wall reappears as magically as it disappeared and the room moves on leaving me quiet stationary.
AND stationary I am
We the prodigal children who walk this earth in search and in search we go.
I sit in a large vestibule, moving. I look at life through the side window carefully concealed behind soiled curtains. Air flows out in to the room through a complex labyrinth of vents and condensers and compressors but the effect is not different form cooling actually thinking back it is cooling.
The room moves, sometimes stops, turns like it has mind of it own. Not knowing I later I find out it has a mind of another.
My room, stops or at least the mind decides to stop. Silence is my fellow companion in this room. Lights are incident on me from overhead at the command of the mind. I look around me and proceed to a tiny opening, which has opened from what was formally wall. Metal steps extend magically to the ground as I step down. The wall reappears as magically as it disappeared and the room moves on leaving me quiet stationary.
AND stationary I am
Another week has ended , another Sunday I have spent alone in the out-house I call home. I have tests to study for , assignments to submit. Waiting as the new week prepares yet another onslaught.
The past week I have read Lovely bones by Alice Seabold , Its an excellent book . I'm sure the book has changed me in some way but I cannot put my finger on it.I enjoyed reading it and am sure If I ever find an another book by Alice Seabold on a bookstore. I'm sure to buy it .Yah and I got myself a new book , looks like I'm becoming a bibliophile , the new Jhumpa Lahiri novel , Namesake . I like her writing but I have noticed she has restricted herself to writing about bengalis and more bengalis . After reading a entire book of short stories on bengalis now reading a novel on bengalis is beginning to irritate me . Enough of eating Mach (fish) and talking about CPIM. I know you cannot get hilsa in Boston so stop complaining.
Note to myself - I should read Nikolai Gogol or Aleksandr Pushkin next time ..Or some scifi .. im pretty sick of breakout fiction.
-I'm sliding against the chicane , sparks fly up into the sky
The past week I have read Lovely bones by Alice Seabold , Its an excellent book . I'm sure the book has changed me in some way but I cannot put my finger on it.I enjoyed reading it and am sure If I ever find an another book by Alice Seabold on a bookstore. I'm sure to buy it .Yah and I got myself a new book , looks like I'm becoming a bibliophile , the new Jhumpa Lahiri novel , Namesake . I like her writing but I have noticed she has restricted herself to writing about bengalis and more bengalis . After reading a entire book of short stories on bengalis now reading a novel on bengalis is beginning to irritate me . Enough of eating Mach (fish) and talking about CPIM. I know you cannot get hilsa in Boston so stop complaining.
Note to myself - I should read Nikolai Gogol or Aleksandr Pushkin next time ..Or some scifi .. im pretty sick of breakout fiction.
-I'm sliding against the chicane , sparks fly up into the sky
I have started reading a new book , which is quite interesting it is a series of short stories titled Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri. After a short break at my college it is starting again tomorrow , been a nice period of rejuvination actually , eventhough it has not been very productive.
So presently I'm suffering from a strange malady . Sufferred by almost everybody ,end of break blues if you can call it that anyways it is back to the grind for me.
I think I should start wrting some fiction . Its a good exercise I think since the lack of television has left me bored at most when I'am not studying or sleeping that is. I find myself sitting next to three band radio , listining to the BBC world service .We are doing up my house at present so I have moved into the garage.Its a modified garage we have equiped it with a Kitchenette and a bathroom . Its quiet quaint and cosy I have cocunut tree in the middle of my sitting area.
So presently I'm suffering from a strange malady . Sufferred by almost everybody ,end of break blues if you can call it that anyways it is back to the grind for me.
I think I should start wrting some fiction . Its a good exercise I think since the lack of television has left me bored at most when I'am not studying or sleeping that is. I find myself sitting next to three band radio , listining to the BBC world service .We are doing up my house at present so I have moved into the garage.Its a modified garage we have equiped it with a Kitchenette and a bathroom . Its quiet quaint and cosy I have cocunut tree in the middle of my sitting area.
Sometimes I don’t know what to write, other times I know what to write but there is no where to write and on other times I improvise.
Sitting here I wonder. What am I doing sitting in front of this mirror reading what I write
I really do believe certain feeling can be converted into verbal focal points of writing.
But sometimes thought don't enter your mind, influences are lacking yet sometimes everything clicks and lights blink and you are on a role. Someone once told me that great artists convert their happiness and sorrows in to art and that art is a standing example of how they where feeling on that particular day at that particular time. That the driving principle behind me writing this blog.I think may be it will {blog goal} change tomorrow or day after or may be it will never change or may be just may be I may just stop writing.
MC DONALDS- I'am just loving it
Sitting here I wonder. What am I doing sitting in front of this mirror reading what I write
I really do believe certain feeling can be converted into verbal focal points of writing.
But sometimes thought don't enter your mind, influences are lacking yet sometimes everything clicks and lights blink and you are on a role. Someone once told me that great artists convert their happiness and sorrows in to art and that art is a standing example of how they where feeling on that particular day at that particular time. That the driving principle behind me writing this blog.I think may be it will {blog goal} change tomorrow or day after or may be it will never change or may be just may be I may just stop writing.
MC DONALDS- I'am just loving it
I found myself to be a quite an alien , in my own country . Yes an alien , it;s living in a foreign country, a foreign culture..Even though I have lived here for a lifetime ,my lifetime to be exact , it never seems to amaze how of cultural different I'am from my fellow denizens. I think this alien thing at that it somewhat depresses me , my country has not had the same effect on me , or I have choose to ignore it, and left with this mindset , alien , strangely alien.I'am in a diifferrent dimension from people around me , it freaks me out sometimes.
I have found I cannot write this blog in certain places , I need a good location some cyber location don't seem to work for me.
At the start of the blog I was quiet conscious of other people reading it , but know the idea does not seem so bad now ..
I have found I cannot write this blog in certain places , I need a good location some cyber location don't seem to work for me.
At the start of the blog I was quiet conscious of other people reading it , but know the idea does not seem so bad now ..
My Station: "I walk through the shattered glass, barefooted.The splinters piercing softly into my sole.The glass merges with body with crimson hue.Yet I walk continuously on the scorched baron earth.My blood dries away and dies, like everything around me.It begins to rain washing away the darkness in darkness,It flows every where washing away my now dry blood which burns,My foot cleansed by the pure earth lies scared yet I walk forward. Pain grows like a cancer this pain turn not to hatred but to poetry"
268 steps,
I climbed a hill and came down a mountain,
Early last evening, college was over, or rather mine was.
I was waiting for a friend he had college for about an hour more.
Anyway a near by hill graces the campus, I had noticed earlier, a pair of steps lead to the summit of this green monster.
My old friend the sun was clambering about playing with the passing clouds, and a gentle breeze was blowing in a southwesterly direction
Time to kill, and boredom lead me in the direction of the hillock.
So I walked up to the monster and looked him in the eyes and all I could see was his tapering tongue leading me to his treasure.
Steps, a stairway to my heavenly hill.
I begin to climb his, old, worn-out, stone steps. Slowly, I ascend observing the slowly passing forest. I feel, like Indiana Jones just a few steps way (about 210) from the last remnants of a lost civilization.
I sit down on the side of these steps, somewhat out of breathe .I enjoy the cool air sweeping away the droplets of sweat from my face .I feel a coolness a sense of completeness, oneness and a strange soothing loneliness.
I began to analyze the reason for me to climb this hill. Was it that I had time to kill or was a strange signal from my subconscious mind that lead me to this deserted piece of land mass, or was it a act of god.
The answer to that I really don't know, may be nothing in this life is actually real, it all an illusion or everything is predestined and can not be change even if we wanted to.
Anyway I after questioning reality I return to climbing, somewhat perturbed I walk .On reaching the summit , I survey the land far and wide.
The small ness or the lack scale of object as seen from a height never amazes me.
Earlier, in my short existence I had lived on a seventeenth story of a building, where I spent hours looking down at my domain observing everything as a hawk flew by, soaring gracefully.
I finally reach the top, guess what I see?
Herds, buffalos grazing away, will solitary windmill played with the wind. I sat my self on a rock and assumed the position of the Rodin's thinker. The muscles in my eyes relaxed as I gazed into the eyes of the earth. The far away mountains and the open, wastelands of semi-urbanization, stared back at me.
The mountains, in the reflection of the sun looked, blue.
BLUE MOUNTAINS
Times flies quickly when you know you are alone , and have no where to go.
I climbed a hill and came down a mountain,
Early last evening, college was over, or rather mine was.
I was waiting for a friend he had college for about an hour more.
Anyway a near by hill graces the campus, I had noticed earlier, a pair of steps lead to the summit of this green monster.
My old friend the sun was clambering about playing with the passing clouds, and a gentle breeze was blowing in a southwesterly direction
Time to kill, and boredom lead me in the direction of the hillock.
So I walked up to the monster and looked him in the eyes and all I could see was his tapering tongue leading me to his treasure.
Steps, a stairway to my heavenly hill.
I begin to climb his, old, worn-out, stone steps. Slowly, I ascend observing the slowly passing forest. I feel, like Indiana Jones just a few steps way (about 210) from the last remnants of a lost civilization.
I sit down on the side of these steps, somewhat out of breathe .I enjoy the cool air sweeping away the droplets of sweat from my face .I feel a coolness a sense of completeness, oneness and a strange soothing loneliness.
I began to analyze the reason for me to climb this hill. Was it that I had time to kill or was a strange signal from my subconscious mind that lead me to this deserted piece of land mass, or was it a act of god.
The answer to that I really don't know, may be nothing in this life is actually real, it all an illusion or everything is predestined and can not be change even if we wanted to.
Anyway I after questioning reality I return to climbing, somewhat perturbed I walk .On reaching the summit , I survey the land far and wide.
The small ness or the lack scale of object as seen from a height never amazes me.
Earlier, in my short existence I had lived on a seventeenth story of a building, where I spent hours looking down at my domain observing everything as a hawk flew by, soaring gracefully.
I finally reach the top, guess what I see?
Herds, buffalos grazing away, will solitary windmill played with the wind. I sat my self on a rock and assumed the position of the Rodin's thinker. The muscles in my eyes relaxed as I gazed into the eyes of the earth. The far away mountains and the open, wastelands of semi-urbanization, stared back at me.
The mountains, in the reflection of the sun looked, blue.
BLUE MOUNTAINS
Times flies quickly when you know you are alone , and have no where to go.
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