Friday, May 30, 2008

Someday I'll be part of your world......

How cool is this! My favourite Disney movie, and even I fell in love with Prince Eric and I too wanted to be part of his world like Ariel did.....

You Are Ariel!


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Headstrong and fiesty. You have a mind of your own that's full of romantic dreams about the world around you. Exploring exotic places is your ultimate dream, and although you can be a little naive you'll realize that there is something to be gained from your family's wisdom.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

Hmm... there is some truth in the last two lines....

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Black gum....

Well, so far nobody has turned up... I am at work and the guys who sit in my bay haven't turned up yet. So I guess it is going to be a quiet day... no easy banter to while away the breaks. What else is happening, Jeffrey Archer was in town... I should have gone to see him. It would have been worth it, to meet an author. I mean when else will I get a chance to meet another renowned literary figure. Coming to that, authors I would like to meet are; Enid Blyton, Arthur Conan Doyle, John Grisham, Frank McCourt, Charlotte Bronte, A. J. Cronin, and a few others...

I've been traveling by train the past few days and I see these small kids with their vagabond parents shuffling from one train to another. This one small girl, no more than 8 years of age, pretty with an unkempt air about her was chewing a small wad of gum. She removes it with her extremely dirty hands, looks at it, then places it on the floor of the train and rolls it. She keeps rolling and rolling that piece of gum on the floor, then picks it up and puts it back in her mouth. And all the time her mother (I am guessing it is her mother) is sitting by her side and talking to her... and she doesn't even raise an eyebrow. That kid continued to do the same thing over and over again... that pink gum was black by the time I got off the train. How do we rehabilitate these people? I got so frustrated seeing this, I kept asking Antonio, 'what can we do? we should do something, we can't just life our lives and not bother about the others'. He said something along the lines of ' Maybe she wanted blackcurrent flavour, it probably tastes better that way, you should try it?'

Okay jokes aside... there should be something we can do to rehabilitate these people and make them live a dignified life...

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Thank God for Quotes.....

My eyes are crying out for mercy... if I could I would pull them off or detach them and drop them in cold water. That would make them happy.... how did man get reduced to this plight, of staring into a screen and making his universe work for him. I stare into the screen and all I get is a headache. And now I am doomed, nothing I do seems to satisfy him (my boss at work).. either its over the top or its too little... and now I have to rework the entire structure again.
Well a friend once sent me this quote, "Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night." I am ready to swear by this quote it has saved my life many a times...

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Stealing Cinderella

I'm in love with this song...... and the singer, Chuck Wicks

Stealing Cinderella
I came to see her daddy for sit down man to man
It wasn't any secret I'd be asking for her hand
I guess that's why he left me waiting in the living room by myself
With at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf

CHORUS:
She was playing Cinderella, She was riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinklers with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes i'm Prince Charming
But to him i'm just some fella riding in and stealing Cinderella

I leaned in towards those pictures to get a better look at one
When I heard a voice behind me say "Now, ain't she something, son?"
I said "Yes, she's quite a woman" and he just stared at me
Then I realized that in his eyes she would always be

Playing Cinderella, Riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes i'm Prince Charming
But to him i'm just some fella riding in and stealing Cinderella
He slapped me on the shoulder, Then he called her in the room
When she threw her arms around him, That's when I could see it too
She was Playing Cinderella, She was riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinklers with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
If he gives me a hard timeI can't blame the fella
I'm the one who's stealing Cinderella
P.S: The song isn't all that clear in the video, but chuck wicks is.... and when he smiles he steals something more than cinderella....

Friday, May 02, 2008

St. Thomas Mount

St. Thomas Mount is believed to be the place where St. Thomas, one of the 12 disciples of Jesus was martyred. We visited this place a few days back, here are a few pictures...This Banyan tree was so cool... kinda spooky but awe inspiring.

This is the shrine built at the exact spot where the saint was hunted down and killed.
This is the cross that St. Thomas carved out of a slab of stone while he lived on the mount. It must have taken him ages to carve that... it's solid rock.A relic of the saint, a small piece of the saint's bone is preserved here...
This is the picture that St. Luke painted and St. Thomas carried it with him to India ages ago.
And here is the plaque, explaining it all....