Monthly Archives: March 2011

Picture Credits: A Thousand Words and More!

An old friend of mine, with her collection of Mumbai pics compiled on a blog format. Nice pictures and a whole lot of Bombay here (If you are the kind who wouldn’t get bored with an overdose). 

And this picture of the Taj beats almost everything else, if you ask me. Seeing it live in full glory is as good as a multiple orgasm for your mind. And I did certainly click a few of the Taj (both under lights and otherwise) when I paid a visit back in december. This one though is majestic. 

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.
“The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd (via julie911)

Javier Hernandez is a pussy. More so when he religiously bickers on how he lives his dream at United. These days, everyone plays for the money. So you might as well admit, rather than being a drama queen. Even Carlos Tevez used to be “living his dream” until he went onto the other side of the river to “build new dreams”.  

Its a thin line between being girly and gay.

This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)

The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.
Tom Robbins (via kari-shma)

This article on MSNBC is nothing but a spine chiller. The human face of the tragedy in Japan where a couple of batches of 50 people have taken it upon themselves to try and prevent a major global nuclear catastrophe.

And the irony: Even if they manage to save the reactors from a possible meltdown, they have been exposed to dangerous levels of radiation that a slow and a painful death is probably an eventuality for these people.

The White Lightning salutes the undying and unselfish spirit of these heroes.

An Old friend of mine teaching this world,hard lessons on being “real” in the virtual world.

And I like this thing,where you cannot comment on Tumblr unless you know your way through it. And this somehow reminds me of why I felt claustrophobic, back in my Blogger days.

Team India could either get back into reckoning for the Cup or be witness to Gujarat Riots – II on Thursday.

Its all about stripping and colors. And now I realise,we had far better models for the Fashion Shows at Ragam .And Ragam is already done with.  Holi-Shit!!!!