Monthly Archives: February 2011

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.
Aristotle (via kari-shma)

iloveunited:

Happy 101st Birthday Old Trafford

(19 February 1910 – 19 February 2011)

And what a way to top it up with a United win. Even though it came at the expense of Crawley Town, never mind. And hell yeah, Chelsea lost again. I am lost for words. Fuck You Blues!!!

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
Sarah Dessen (via kari-shma)

The Candle Light Gathering held by Samarpan,in fond memory of Soumya, the 23 year old girl from Shoranur went well. We had a target which was achieved well ahead of the schedule. And that actually forced us to call it off, almost an hour before its scheduled closing. People came in from all walks of life, the young and the old, the rich and the poor, the sheriff and the squatter – EVERYONE!

Considering the public outrage for the ghastly after effects of this incident, we should have made better arrangements though in retrospect,the public had outlived everyones expectations.And the best thing that came out from all this,is that people have started becoming AWARE of their responsibilities. It doesn’t really entail to sitting with your ears plugged into the Ipods and the laptop, but to be open to whatever is happening in your vicinity. Because one such action from anyone around could have been the difference between life and death for her.

~ Rest in Peace ~

I wonder what makes me cling on to you so much. I introspect. And I still don’t have an answer.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Robert Frost (via obdormio)

Candle Light Memoriam for Soumya – a victim of the hypocritical and the anarchic man.

The Alejandro Gonzalez Inarittu school of film making hits the shores of Kerala with this movie flicked piece by piece from the Hollywood thriller “Butterfly on a Wheel”. A relationship flick with a difference. Worthwhile second watch too (for the difference in style). (3.5/5)

The more birthdays you celebrate, the lesser days you have to the grave.

You know it isn’t a long time ahead anymore when you stand by the audi thinking of your first performance on-stage, quite sometime ago – with a thousand people as your audience cheering you up for the show of spirit which was quite unexpected of the runner up in me. Although I wouldn’t say that life took off to a platonic level from that day.

And all you end up with, are the memories of a wonderful afterlife.