Roger!!!!

Roger Federer's cut out at a Nike showroom here in Madhapur, Hyderabad....., Awwww I had to click this one... Look at the aggression and look at the confidence... :D.., I thought I'd save this snap till the weekend.., when he wins the Australian Open (I am so very sure that he will do it)....., But I couldn't control myself :p.., This man has such a hugeeeeeeeee impact on my life..., He lost the first set yesterday to Davydenko.., man.., and he was 3 down the next set.., but the class he showed..., he way he came back.., won 13 games straight.., Woaah.., this man is truly a legend..., I can go on talking about him..., but I guess the world knows.., sooooo...,

Love you RF...,

Stop Plagiarism!!!

Don't people have own ideas??? Why do they copy others??? It is soo unethical and uncool.. I was shocked to see that someone actually flicked not one.., but sooo many ideas of mine.., Can't they use their own brains an come with with something original???? Yuck plagiarism sucks... Lets stop it..

Home they brought her warrior dead...

I love this poem.., I think it was Class 4 English that we read this.., Ohh this is such a masterpiece... I love Alfred Tennyson's works.., and this is one of his finest...

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee
Like summer tempest came her tears
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

By Alfred Lord Tennyson

:)

Love and Life

My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady
nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

5+ years of courtship and now, four years into marriage,
I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it.
The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.


I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings.
I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy.
My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity,
and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision,
that I wanted a divorce.

"Why?" he asked, shocked.

"I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.

He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought.
My feeling of disappointment only increased.
Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament,
so what else could I expect from him?

A nd finally he asked me: "What can I do to change your mind?"

Somebody said it right... It's hard to change a person's personality,
and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: "Here is the question.
If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind.

Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff,
and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you your answer tomorrow....
" My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone,
and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass,
on the dining table near the front door, that goes....

My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you,
but....please allow me to explain the reasons further.....

This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

" When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs,
and you cry in front of the screen.
I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.


You always leave the house keys behind,
thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city.
I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month.
I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism.
I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.


Y ou always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes.
I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old,
I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs.
So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach,
as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand...
and tell you the colour of flowers,
just like the colour of the glow on your young face...

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than
I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die ... "

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. ..
And as I continue on reading... "Now, that you have finished reading my answer,
and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for
I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face,
clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread....
Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he
does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone...

That's LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away,
and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms.
It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form ...

Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.
Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... AND THAT'S LIFE....

:)

PHIR MILE SUR MERA TUMHARA..........

Wow this song has soooooooooooo many memories attached to it.., I grew up listening to this one.., humming it and running across the entire house to the living room just so that I don't miss it.., So.., it was such a pleasant surprise to see PHIR MILE SUR MERA TUMHARA..., and I LOVED IT.., yeah we are used to the old one and the tune has been sort of literally attached to our ears.., But the new version is soooo damn good..., Now where will you spot Salman Khan, Mahesh Babu and Surya together???? Well this has all of them.., and even more..., Rahman starting it off followed by Big B.., who in his own style quoted the song..., :) lovely aint it...,Shankar, Ehsaan, Loy, Anushka Shankar, Vikram, Surya, Shreya Goshal, Jr.B and wifey, MAHESH (yeah and he was awesomeeeeeeeeeeeee as always and cuter than ever), Pandit Shivkumar sharma and son Rahul, Rohit Bal, Gurdass Mann, Juhi, Ustaad Zakir Hussain ,Shaan, Ritoparna, Dr.Bhupen Hazarika (WOW).., Shilpa Shetty, Salman (and a very touching one.., with kids who are impaired.., I had tears here.., yeah!!), Shivamani, Kavita Krishnamurthy with Family, Deepika Padukone, Priyanka Chopra, Ustad Amjad Ali Khan, Ayaan and Amaan, Yesudas (yeah!!!), Mamooty, Atul and Sonali Kulkarni, Louis Banks, Shobana (AWESOME) and Shaimak, Aamir (he does AYE!!! :D ), Sonu (muah), Shahid (Muah muah), Ranbir (muah muah muah), Shahrukh , Karan Johar, The olympic guys (yes Bindra sang along), Baichung, Saina and Gopichand..., WELL I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO SEE SACHIN and RAHUL and DHONI, and I would have definitely would have wanted to see a few young politicos..., yeah man now thats what MILE SUR is all about.., and so many more.., but loved this one nevertheless.... :)...,I would love to upload the video tooo but its too big a size to upload.., sooo

So here go the lyrics...... of my fav fav fav song of alltime .....MILE SUR MERA TUMAHARA..

[hi] मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा तो सुर बने हमारा
सुर की नदियाँ हर दिशा से बहते सागर में मिलें बादलों का रूप ले कर बरसे हल्के हल्के मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा तो सुर बने हमारा मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा … मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा …
[ks-dev] चॉन्य् तरज़ तय म्यॉन्य् तरज़ इक-वट बनि यि सॉन्य् तरज़ [ks-nast]چأنِۂ ترز تدذ تَے میأنِۂ تدذ اِکوَٹہٕ بَنِہ یِہ سأنِۂ تدذ
[pa] तेरा सुर मिले मेरे सुर दे नाल मिलके बने एक नवा सुर ताल
[hi] मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा तो सुर बने हमारा
[sn-dev] मुंहिंजो सुर तोहि देसा पियारा मिले जडें गीत असांजो मधुर तरानो बने तडें . [sn-nast] مُنهِنجو سُر توهِ ديسا پِيارا مِلي جَڊي گِيت اَسانجو مڍُر تَرانو بَني تَڊي
[ur] سر کی دریا بہتے ساگر میں ملے
[pa] बदलाँ दा रूप लैके बरसन हौले हौले
[ta] இசைந்தால் நம் இருவரின் சுரமும் நமதாகும். திசை வேறானாலும் ஆழிசேர் ஆறுகள், முகிலாய், மழையாய், பொழிவது போல் இசை, நம் இசை.
[kn] ನನ್ನ ಧ್ವನಿಗೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಧ್ವನಿಯ, ಸೇರಿದಂತೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಧ್ವನಿಯ .
[te] నా స్వరము నీ స్వరము సంగమమై, మన స్వరంగా అవతరించే
[ml] എന്റെ സ്വരവും നിങ്ങളുടെ സ്വരവും ഒന്നുചേര്‍ന്നു നമ്മുടെ സ്വരമായ് .
[bn] তোমার সুর মোদের সুর, সৃষ্টি করুক ঐক্য সুর.
[as] সৃষ্টি হো ঐক্যতান.
[or] ତୋମା ମୋରା ସ୍ବରେର ମିଲନ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରେ ଚାଲଦୋଚତନ .
[gu] મળે સૂર જો તારો મારો, બને આપણો સૂર નિરાળો .
[mr] माझ्या तुमच्या जुळता तारा मधुर स्वरांच्या बरसती धारा .
[हिन्दी] सुर की नदियाँ हर दिशा से बहते सागर में मिलें बादलों का रूप ले कर बरसे हल्के हल्के मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा तो सुर बने हमारा मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा … तो सुर बने हमारा


Mile sur mera tumharaa, Thoo sur bane hamaraa.... sur kee nadiyaan har disha se behke saagar mein mile. Baadalon ka roop lekar barse halke halke... Mile sur mera tumharaa.. thoo... sur bane hamaara.. Mile sur mera tumhara...
Chaain taraj tahin nyay taraj ek but baniye saayen taraj
Tera sur mile mere sur de naal milke bane ek nava surtaal
Mile sur mera tumharaa....tho sur bane hamaara..
Mohnja sur tohi desa pyara mile jadein geet ashaanjo madhur tarano bane tadein
Sur ka dariya bahte saagar me mile
badlaan da roop leike barasan holle haule
Isaindhal namm iruvarin suramum namadhakum.. Dhisai veru aanalum aazi ser aarugal Mugilai mazaiyai pozivadu pol isai ...Namm isssaiiii.... Thik thakida thathikakidA....thaka thimi thaka junu
Nanna dhwanige ninna dhwani-ya, seridante namma dhwaniya..
Naa swaramu nee swaramu sangammamai, mana swaram ga avatarinchey
Ente swaravum ningalude swaravum otthuchernnhu Namudeya swaramai....
Tomaar shur moder shur srishti koruk oikko shur[2]... Sriishti karoon oikota
Toma mora swarer milan srishti kare chalbochatano
male sur jo taro maro, bane aapno sur niralo
majhya tumchya julta tara madhur suranchya barasti dhara
Sur ki nadiya har disha se behke saagar mein mile... Baadlo ka roop leke barse halke halke.. Oh...Mile sur mera tumhara tho....sur bane hamara...
Mile Sur mera tumhara tho sur bane hamara tho sur bane hamara tho sur bane hamara

Heres wishing everyone a very Happy republic day...,

From a proud Indian...

A few childhood memories

Awww how much I wish to be a kid again.., I miss all those fun days of mischief, fun and learning.., These are a few of the very first things I learnt in school.., I zimbly remembered them and yeah I miss my school a lot.., Not many people have the privilege of going to Vidyaranya High.., Thanks Pa for giving me such a solid foundation.., :)So here goes.,

The longest word ever :D..., Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!! Phew.., but we loved to sing it along in Thomas teacher's class.. :( miss those days.., badly...

My Very educated Mother Just Showed Us Nine Planets... :D.., The best way to remember the planets in order :D :D

Then the BODMAS...,

And the VIBGYOR :D :D :D

ALREADY FEELING NOSTALGIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)

Some Shlok...

Well my mom asked me to pass these on to my bro who currently stay in the US.., I thought I could use these myself.., and.., pass them on.., So here go.., these are the Shloks for Buddha and Shani...

1) Priyangu Kalika Shyamam

Roopena Prathimam Bhudham

Soumyam satva Gunopetham

Tham Bhudham Pranamaamyaham.

2) Neelanjana Samabhaasam

Raviputram Yamaagrajam

Chaaya Maarthanda Sambhutham

Tham Namaami Shanaisharam.

:)

This is a very old snap..., but a favorite of mine... :)

Teen Haule...(3 idiots).., apne Hyderabadi ishtyle me..

1 Farhan Qureshi bolke haula rehta,

1 Raju Rastogi bolke haula rehta aur
1 Rancchoddas Shyamaldas Chanchad bolke sabse bada haula rehta.
Teeno engineering karte rehte Deccan College se, ab Deccan bole toh samajh jao kitta padte so.

Rancho k bawa MIM k MLA rehte toh une full paise wala rehta.
Farhan k bawa Yaqutpura State Bank mein kaam karte toh unu thode bhot middle class rehte.
Raju k bawa mazoor rehte aur amma teacher rehte, toh wo loga aakhri faqeera rehte.
Asal Raju k bawa shuru se mazoor nai the. Uno masjid k saamne baithke “Mazoor hoon baba, beti ki shadi karna hai, bete ku padana hai” bolke paise kamate the. 1 din 1 chaush namaz ku aaya tha, une chhupke dekha ine sahi mazoor hai kya bolke, toh poore loga gaye baad inke bawa hallu uthke naach letewe jaare the toh chaush ki phir gayi toh maar maarke sahi ka mazoor kar diya.

Beherhaal, admissions hogaye baad teeno Voulga Café pe milte ittefaq se, ittefaq kya bole toh teeno b chhota goldflake maarte rehte. Udhar se hojati teeno ki dosti. Dosti hogaye k baad mein exama aajate, ab engineering mein rahe toh aisich har thode din ku exama rehte. Toh exama aaye toh full padte padte pagal hojate. Dekhe toh Raju aur Farhan last aate, Rancho 1st aata. Kaisa aaya bole toh une bolta “Kaamyab hone k waaste nakko pado, qaabil hone k waaste pado” Wo baad mein malum hota Farhan aur Raju ku k une attender ku 10 rupaye deke paper nikalwaya tha.

Un logo ka principal rehta Dr. M. A. Malik bolke,
magar uske red color k baala rehte toh sab usku LBW bolte (laal balo wala) Toh 1 din Raju, Farhan aur Rancho Madina pe baithke biryani kheechte rehte, udhar LBW parcel lene aata, toh ye loga waiter ku amma bhen karte rehte, wo dekhke in logo k surata yaad rakh leta.
Viva k time pe badla nikalna hai bolke decide kar leta. Ab LBW ka lab hai so din ye loga jaate suba, jaake experiment kuch b nai aata, toh BKBB* (Barkath** k bade bhai) ku bole toh unu andar se purani record laake dete. Wo dekh k jaldi likh lete. Ab viva ki baari aate ki phat jati in logo ki, une andar bulaake wo sawala poochta, in logo k phepde tilli gurda upar niche hojata. 1 jawab b nai diye so dekh k une BKBB ku balata, bulake bolta “Ye 3 haule gaye baad next group ku bhejo.”

Ab ghusse mein LBW kya karta, results type karke upar likh deta k “No changes will be entertained” aur 3 haulo ku fail kar deta. Dusre din dekhe toh teeno haule top pe rehte. Wo asal hota kya bole toh Rancho LBW ki potti ku pata leta, pata leke bolta k agar printouts set kari toh INOX mein royal seat pe bithatou, toh une uchaak jati khushi se. Ab wo no changes wali condition ki waja se une wapis fail b nai kar sakta.

1 waqt kya hota, 1 bacha Bhaisa gau se rehta Asim bolke. Une 1 project banata, remote se chalne wali ghachchup ki bandi. Magar LBW wo project ku namanzoor kar deta toh Asim frustration mein aake suicide attempt karta- 1st floor pe se kood jata. Magar hota kuch b nai, pinda 1st floor pe se koodke koi marte?

Phir ye teeno haule hallu hallu papera clear karte karte,chittiya maar maarke final exams tak pohunch jaate. Aakhri 1 project rehta, wo project hua baad jobs mela rehta college mein.

Raju phir b 1 baar ku job karna chahta magar Farhan jo hai fotographer banna chahta, poore dosto k bhanje bhanjiyo k haqiqe mein inech leta fotua aur taraqqi karke shadiyo k aur valimo k lena chahta magar unke bawa nakko bolte. Phir Rancho samjhaya toh unke bawa b lite lelete, aur Farhan fotographer ban jaata. Raju Dell ka interview deta, usku b job mil jata. Rancho job nai dekhta, kaiku ki kya nai ki!

Ab masla ye hai ki wo project pass karna nai karna LBW k haath mein hai. Une b aisa bada haramka rehta, pass ich nai karta, tanga deta teeno haulo ku. Toh 1 waqt kya hota bole toh, LBW chetak pe jaate rehta, utte mein baarish full shuru hojaati, une jaldi ghar ku pohunch jaayinge sochta magar 1 manhole ka dhakkan khulla rehta usme iski gaadi phas jaati. Ab paani kammar tak aajata aur une gaadi rakh deke chalna shuru karta. Utte mein 1 ghar k saamne se jaate rehta, chhat pe se Rancho rassi phek k bolta k upar aajao, ine nakko bole toh b zabardasti karta toh ine chad jata rassi pe. Ab engineering ka dimagh lagane jaake sochta k pendulum motion mein hilaake upar kheechinge bolke hilaate ki rassi tootke seedha manhole k andar gir jaata une, aur behte behte ghar k paas k manhole mein se nikalta bahar. Haalaake Raju aur Farhan b the udhar, un loga bole nakko lagale bolke, magar suna nai- main pehleich bola sabse bada haula ineich rehta bolke.

Beherhaal, ye hone k baad LBW Raju aur Farhan ku bolta k agar un dono Rancho ka naam project mein se nikal diye toh pass kar detou, toh un loga usku baghair bole k naam nikal dete, aur paas hoke apna apna job shuru kar dete.

Rancho ku engineering complete karne aur 2 saal lagte, aisa atkaake rakh deta LBW usku. Wo hogaya baad Rancho woich karta jo Deccan college k sabse haule students karte- Deccan college mein lecturer ka job!!!

Aaaaalll izzz wellll!!!! :D :D :D LMAO hehe.... :) :)

The Charminar...

I have been doing a lot of clicking stuff of late.., The effects of a new cam I guess.. :) but I have been enjoying it a lot nevertheless.., There have been random clicks, selected clicks, group clicks, posed clicks and so many more.., I realized that there is sooo much more to Naa City (my city) Hyderabad, that I decided to bring out the besttttttttttttt out of it.., So you would be seeing a lot (read LOT!!! ) of Hyderabad in the near future...,

I start of with The Charminar, the best architectural structure in Hyderabad (according to me).., I love the place, the energy surrounding it, the people, the effects, the.... i guess everything.. haan parking was another issue.., but still I love visiting the Charminar...., I also shopped a bit.., and finally found the square metal bangles that I was looking for..

Pongal@Ammamma's house...

The one above is taken last Pongal...

The rain played spoil sport on the day.., but can't complain.., as this year I missed out on putting the traditional muggu/kolam (I've a fracture on my hand).., but still Pongal is a mast time to celebrate and this year it was no different..., Nuvvula Laddu (Til Laddu), Ariselu, Pappu Chakkalu, Palli laddu (peanut laddu), Chalividi, Murukulu, etc were the pindi vantalu that were prepared at home..., yummm (I got them all packed for me ;) ).., I clicked a few snaps of the muggu's..

The week that was...

Hmmmmmmm...., Some news here.., naaa not what you are thinking... I broke my hand.... :(..., yeah a stupid rock climbing effort that went wrong.., and swooooooosh broke my hand.., and I didn't even realize it till it became black and blue...... Yeoooooooowwwwwww.., btw.., all this happened way back.., ( I feel so).. hmmm 3rd Jan precisely... a POP bandage (plaster of Paris for those who don't understand medical terms) and a two month long rest was advised..., and as suggested I was off work/kitchen/cleaning/gym/net/hmmmm everything else that I do on a day to day basis...All I did was to lie on the couch for the whole day and watch TV.., or read books or gupshup with my Hubby.., The darling he is, he took a break from work to be with me.., did all the routine household work, brought in my meals to the couch/bed, gave me all my tablets on time and bought me a hoard of books..., The sweetepie.... It is such a wonderful feeling to have someone who actually empathizes with you rather than sympathize... I could actually see that he felt my pain..., Awwwwwwwh my hubby bestest/smartest/sweetest/cutest/strongest/and all the adjectives in world... muahhh..

P.S. The swelling my my hand hasn't reduced much.., but the pain is a bit bearable nowadays..