Take My Breath Away lyrics
Watching every motion
In my foolish lover's game
On this endless ocean
Finally lovers know no shame
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching I keep waiting
Still anticipating love
Never hesitating
To become the fated ones
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you
In time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed I called you
And turned to hear you say
If only for today
I am unafraid
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching every motion
In this foolish lovers game
Haunted by the notion
Somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning and returning
To some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion
As you turn around and say
My love
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Pari's Blog entry
Parisheel and Pranita - The Winning Entry
I have an elder sister, Pranita. Ever since childhood we were never quite on talking terms,always fighting, quarrelling rather. Most people(including my parents) thought it was just a simple and harmless sibling rivalry but as time flew by it gradually dawned on them all that it was just more than sibling rivalry, they began to fear that it might eventually turn into hatred.
But it wasn't going to happen. I've always admired my sisters stubbornness and straightforwardness but as it happens, those were the very traits that made me despise her for a little while. It was something like this, if my dad bought me a bike, she had to get one too, if I was watching cricket, she had to watch some tear jerking soap on tv at the exact same time(typical), and so on. But being the elder one she got most of the attention, not that I am complaining. And as we grew older there was never the time to talk to each other. I was almost always with my friends, and she was with hers. I never had a problem with her until she had one with me. Every year she did tie a Rakhi but I never quite felt the affection, it was as though she was just going through the motions just for the sake of it. I graduated from some random engineering college in Hyderabad and made my plans to go abroad to pursue a masters degree(oh why did I ever). It was around this time that she began talking normally and the frequency of the quarrels reduced. I remember the day she had tears in her eyes when I boarded the flight.
And now here in this place when I look at my friends talking over the phone to their siblings in India I feel bad. Bad because I have a sister with whom I've never quite spoken to, never quite shared a secret with, never quite brought any gifts for, never quite have to defend against the shuntings of my parents. Maybe I was too stubborn and not she. She was the older one yes, I agree, but I could have broken the ice long back. It is something that I regret. And when I look back now I only see the silly arguments, the pulling of hair and the cold wars instead of the love and affection that should have been. I could never bring myself to talk about all this with her, I am way too shy for all this.She never fails to send Rakhi's for me and my roomies till date. And I feel proud when I wear them and I am waiting to feel proud this year. If there was something I could do to change things I would.
But now she is married and I doubt if any of this would matter to her anymore. I've always wanted a younger sister, a cute little one with whom I could play, buy chocolates for and boss around, but an elder one would do just fine. I miss my sister.--
Parisheel Anand, Winner for 'Raksha Bandhan Story' Contest
But it wasn't going to happen. I've always admired my sisters stubbornness and straightforwardness but as it happens, those were the very traits that made me despise her for a little while. It was something like this, if my dad bought me a bike, she had to get one too, if I was watching cricket, she had to watch some tear jerking soap on tv at the exact same time(typical), and so on. But being the elder one she got most of the attention, not that I am complaining. And as we grew older there was never the time to talk to each other. I was almost always with my friends, and she was with hers. I never had a problem with her until she had one with me. Every year she did tie a Rakhi but I never quite felt the affection, it was as though she was just going through the motions just for the sake of it. I graduated from some random engineering college in Hyderabad and made my plans to go abroad to pursue a masters degree(oh why did I ever). It was around this time that she began talking normally and the frequency of the quarrels reduced. I remember the day she had tears in her eyes when I boarded the flight.
And now here in this place when I look at my friends talking over the phone to their siblings in India I feel bad. Bad because I have a sister with whom I've never quite spoken to, never quite shared a secret with, never quite brought any gifts for, never quite have to defend against the shuntings of my parents. Maybe I was too stubborn and not she. She was the older one yes, I agree, but I could have broken the ice long back. It is something that I regret. And when I look back now I only see the silly arguments, the pulling of hair and the cold wars instead of the love and affection that should have been. I could never bring myself to talk about all this with her, I am way too shy for all this.She never fails to send Rakhi's for me and my roomies till date. And I feel proud when I wear them and I am waiting to feel proud this year. If there was something I could do to change things I would.
But now she is married and I doubt if any of this would matter to her anymore. I've always wanted a younger sister, a cute little one with whom I could play, buy chocolates for and boss around, but an elder one would do just fine. I miss my sister.--
Parisheel Anand, Winner for 'Raksha Bandhan Story' Contest
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Good one
A friend of mine passed this one to me and I was sooo touched that I decided to use this in my blog...,
A young man, a student in one of the universities, was one day taking a walk with a professor, who was commonly called the students' friend for his kindness to those who waited on his instructions.
As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which were supposed to belong to a poor man who was working in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day's work . . .
Student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play the man a trick:
We will hide his shoes, and hide ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them ..."
"My young friend," answered the professor, "We should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor . . . But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man.
Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him." Visit: The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes . . .
While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance.
He gazed upon the coin, turned it around and looked at it again and again.
He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin . . .
His feelings overcame him . . . He fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing . . .
The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?"
The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. .. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: "It's more blessed to give than to receive."
As they went along, they saw lying in the path a pair of old shoes, which were supposed to belong to a poor man who was working in a field close by, and who had nearly finished his day's work . . .
Student turned to the professor, saying: "Let us play the man a trick:
We will hide his shoes, and hide ourselves behind those bushes, and wait to see his perplexity when he cannot find them ..."
"My young friend," answered the professor, "We should never amuse ourselves at the expense of the poor . . . But you are rich, and may give yourself a much greater pleasure by means of this poor man.
Put a coin in each shoe, and then we will hide ourselves and watch how this affects him." Visit: The student did so and they both placed themselves behind the bushes close by. The poor man soon finished his work, and came across the field to the path where he had left his coat and shoes . . .
While putting on his coat he slipped his foot into one of his shoes, but feeling something hard, he stooped down to feel what it was, and found the coin. Astonishment and wonder were seen upon his countenance.
He gazed upon the coin, turned it around and looked at it again and again.
He then looked around him on all sides, but no person was to be seen. He now put the money into his pocket, and proceeded to put on the other shoe; but his surprise was doubled on finding the other coin . . .
His feelings overcame him . . . He fell upon his knees, looked up to heaven and uttered aloud a fervent thanksgiving in which he spoke of his wife, sick and helpless, and his children without bread, whom this timely bounty, from some unknown hand, would save from perishing . . .
The student stood there deeply affected, and his eyes filled with tears.
"Now," said the professor, are you not much better pleased than if you had played your intended trick?"
The youth replied, "You have taught me a lesson which I will never forget. .. I feel now the truth of these words, which I never understood before: "It's more blessed to give than to receive."
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