TLAT I suppose

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Oh well, what do you know...

I'm not a boring person—I have an imagination, I just don't have dreams..

Tell England

"Tell England, ye who pass this monument, We died for her, and here we rest content."

"Eighteen by Jove! You've timed your lives wonderfully, my boys. To be eighteen in 1914 is to be the best thing in England. England's wealth used to consist in other things. Nowadays you boys are the richest thing she's got. She's solvent with you, and bankrupt without you. Eighteen confound it! It's a virtue to be your age, just as it's a crime to be mine."

Do I laugh or cry?

Janaki Devi...

Janaki devi.. Ramanai thedi..
Iru vizhi vaasal thirandhu vaithal..

Raman Vandhan.. Mayangivitaan..
Than perai kuda.. Marandhuvittan..

Cocktail

Thumi ho bandu, sakha tumhi! :D

Despite the obviously ripped off songs, this one refuses to go out of my mind.

Oh well, it started out alright. Saif playing the only thing he knows best - the chocolate lover boy / long nosed butterfly flipping from one girl to the next (it worked out great in Hum Tum, not too bad in Salaam Namaste, but seriously dude, how long? Are you even the guy who came in Parineetha?? Doesn't look like it :-/ ), Deepika showing us that she can drink and vomit (ah yes how did I miss it?) and pee and of course "party" (but to be fair, her role was the one that was most intriguing), that Meera girl (I don't know her name) doing I don't know what. I dunno why she fell in love with Saif, I dunno why she went back to her hubby after getting chucked out from Deepika's place (come on.. this was the guy who ran some shady car joint and had insulted her badly and left her on the streets!), and I certainly don't know why the movie focused on the aforementioned husband having a plaster on his nose at the end but did not even imply that she was responsible for it!! And what a stupid ending for god sakes. I would've been content even if they had shown that they work out a threesome! Imagine my frustration.

Due credit should go to Boman Irani, who made cliched parts funny, Dimple too for the same reason. Deepika was not too bad. But why did she accept this film in the first place?? I should probably thank the Fame Lido theatre group for enhancing the experience by switching off the power every half an hour and not having enough diesel for the generator. 

A true spartan ;) Boy was I young..

Travelling across the world,

Without a roof overhead;

With a pretty little face,

With just a loaf of bread...

Very young in age,

Very old in troubles;

Bound by poverty's cage,

Life very similar to floating bubbles.

One prick - all gone.

But still he strode on...........

In a life full of danger,

Facing risks around every corner.

Wanderin' hither and thither,

Till lost further.

(literally & figuratively.......

Never experiencing the blessing of childhood,

Always knowing it as a curse.

Never knowing a mother's touch or a father's voice,

Though searched in vain.

Never far apart were these :

Not pets or toys,

But cold,hunger and even pain.

The only friends he had ever known......

In spite of all that,

With a brave smile,

Blessed was he!- panic still a stranger to him

He strode on,

Not giving up without a fight...

A TRUE SPARTAN - THE TRUEST, THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN.

 

 

(composed a very long time ago)

Drat!

I love the wind. The wind hates my hair. How does that leave me? Bald?

Hmmm...

Despite various variations in the place, the time, the situation, the characters, the moods, the conversation, the wit, the humor,the style, the darkness, the solemnity, the restraint, the irony, the enjoyment, the grief, the misery, the enlightenment, the awe, the prayer, the myth, the suspicion, the courage, the truth, the passion.. , why do we always end up going through the same story again and again and again and yet again?

Ain't I a woman?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

- Sojourner Truth

Is it that difficult for men to realize that women are equal to them? 

If

This first interested me when I came across it in a Reader's digest issue. It still does, I guess.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!