A Vampire sucks blood -among doing other things- and a hypocrite is not who he claims to be…So! I can keep my cool fangs, but suck no blood! Awesome! I'd rather suck on Dr. Pepper anyways. Lol. By the way, kiss is on? Not on? I'm confused.
Helps me get away from whatever it is I sometimes need to get away from, and meet people from various walks, in various stages of life, and of a unique cultural-ideological mileu.
(Kakavia is fish soup. I think its Greek). Hot Fudge Sundae is Yum.
Mango Crepe?
Kavita ji! Kavita ji! Howdy back. If I drink any more water my genes will mutate soon and I will end up looking like a Camel. You plan on watching The Transformers? I'm so excited!
Rang barase bhiige chunaravaalii, rang barase
Are kaine maarii pichakaarii torii bhiigii ANgiyaa
O rangarasiyaa rangarasiyaa, ho
Rang barase bhiige chunaravaalii, rang barase …
Meri bheegi bheegi si palkon pe reh gaye
Jaise mere sapne bikhar ke
Jale man tere bhi kisike milanko
Anamika tu bhi tarse
leke pahalaa pahalaa pyaar
bharake aa.Nkho.n mai.n khumaar
jaaduu nagarI se aayaa hai koI jaaduugar
leke pahalaa pahalaa pyaar …
usakii dIvaanii haay kahuu.n kaise ho gaI
jaaduugar chalaa gayaa mai.n to yahaa.n kho gaI
nainaa jaise hue chaar
gayaa dil kA qaraar
jaaduu nagarI se AyA hai koI jaaduugar
leke pahalaa pahalaa pyaar …
Has anyone ever had this vicious kind of coffee that has some mushroom extract in it? Its called Gano over here. Someone asked me to try some, and I haven't been able to sleep in two days. Unfortunately, I am in this place where everything shuts down by 8.00pm. Did anyone have a funny experience over the weekend?
Supple
From John Legend and the promise of something tender underneath the stars in an enchanting park to Avril Lavigne and the inevitable complication Lol! Que Sera Sera. Here is one by Lifehouse:
He says he looks in the mirror
And he can't tell anymore
Who he really is and who they believe him to be
And he says he walks a thin line
Between what is and what could be
And he's getting closer
To something he can understand
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it's a long way down
It's a long way down
On and on and on he goes dancing on the grave
Of what he thought was still alive
On and on and on he goes
Dancing in mansions made of twigs
And castles made of sand
He says his head is filled with
Cartoons and fairy tails
And he's trapped inside a dungeon of dolls
With smiles on their faces
He's built a pretty cage
His shows on a beautiful stage
With candy coated prison bars
And chains that look like jewelry
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it's a long way down
On and on and on and on he goes on and on
On and on and on and on he goes on and on
Cause he lives inside
Of fairy tails and castles now
And there's room inside
For false expectations and illusions
Cause there's a crack in his plastic crown
And his throne of ice is melting
He climbed his ladder
There was nothing there
And now it's a long way down
It's a long way down
On and on and on and on he goes on and on
On and on and on and on he goes on and on
On and on and on and on he goes on and on
Lol. It is a good question. But, seeing that you did not answer that, perhaps, neither should I. So, here is another question: Gifts that we cannot use- to recycle or not to recycle?
Chicken. A Warm bath or A Cold Shower?
Regarding the leagues, I do not create boundaries either. I was being mostly sarcastic though I have to confess that I often get tongue-tied when I see a beautiful woman and make a complete fool of myself, which my friends say is 'adorable,' but I beg to differ. There is nothing adorable about showing your tonsils and making unintelligible noises that make one sound like a small frog choking on a rather large insect. I know what I am capable of, and what I am not, and do not believing in biting more than I can chew at once.
Regarding 'want,' and it being a reason to chase the tiniest of things, most of what I say may veer so far off course that you may soon wonder what on earth I'm raving about, but it will help explain my desire to say 'I have enough.'
I know ambition. I epitomized ambition for a long time and then one Summer of extraordinary clarity, realized I needed an orbit that was larger than myself. See, I was dying of complications from Malaria and in a feeble attempt to find meaning and purpose, I asked myself the crucial questions that most people would put off till the imperative of an imminent demise roused them from their languid insouciance.
I had abandoned the friends of my childhood because they were not from the right neighborhood. I gradually shunned the friends of my youth, with whom I had such a wonderful shared history. I needed mile-markers for my future not obligatory cob-webs in the dusty corridors of my forgettable past. I even withdrew from God and my family who anchored me and helped me weather many storms. I lived for myself, was prepared to die for myself, and sadly, was not that far from destroying anyone who stood in my way. In short I was the embodiment of the Browning dictum: 'A man's reach should exceed his grasp or what's a heaven for?'
Lying in the shadow of death, I realized that my life was ensnared in a downward spiral. I once fantasized about people eulogizing me at my funeral, and imagined them saying great things about me. It painfully dawned on me that the only assurance people would say good things about me after I was dead was that they were saying good things about me while I was yet alive. Problem was I had never heard anyone say anything good about my life. Oh, they did say good things about how hard I worked, how dangerously I lived and how diligently I acquired the finer things of life. It was just that no one said anything about my character, integrity, compassion, faith and love.
We are not going to be remembered for what we have received but for what we have given in life. That day, I killed the ugliness in me that was full of life and watched God and compassionate souls who loved me in spite of myself quietly revive that which was almost dead. It's not about me. It will never again be about me. I live by one simple principle. Give more, keep less. Have I been faithful to this? No. I have failed on many occasions. Sometimes miserably. But, I will prevail. Not because I have what it takes to be who I want to be, but because God has so much more than what it takes to make me so much more than what I could ever possibly dream of being.
Soft Tacos? YES! Hard-shell Tacos? No.
Kakavia?
Black and white. Left side of the bed or right side of the bed?
Boo ji, you can say whatever you want since you always say whatever you say so well, but as of the moment I'm officially confused. What do you disagree with? That Kavita ji will never succeed in getting me killed? Do you really want to challenge her there? What if she actually pulls it off? I know I am as old as a toothless-dog but I would like to live a little longer. Do you disagree with my claim that there is no chemistry or that I would have to stay in my league or that I should not get my hopes up or that reality is not a bitter panacea?
Sheesh! I need a serious caffeine hit.
What is a 'Dead give away?' Is it like giving away dead people? Who would want to take them? They are dead anyways. And what if they wake up in the middle of the night and start stumbling about the house looking for their slippers or something?
'Haha! Definitely not! I am on the younger side.'
Rani ji, I have a few questions: You are on the younger side of whom? If you are on the younger side of erm a certain Gold Member, that would still make you old umm er.
I'm grieving in my spirit that you would think I would want to use you. No Rani ji. I do not wish to use you. Not any more as you have previously provided me all the information I needed to know regarding our mutual friend, the Gold Member.
PS: I was told your mother is a very good cook. Is she looking for someone to clean up in the kitchen? I am quite capable of doing that…in fact, I can clean up everything in the kitchen before anyone has had a meal. It's a unique calling. I just thank God for it.
Perfect choice! I think beaches are over-rated. God! all those people revealing all those body parts only their spouses and their doctors should see! Yuck. Here is a techie one: PC or MAC?
I am not good at giving advice because I've found out that sometimes I cannot keep the advice I give to others and that would make me a hypocrite. I would lose no sleep if others thought me an idiot but would never sleep a wink if I knew myself to be a hypocrite. So, I'm going to wait for Kavita and then perhaps reveal my wisdomousness or the abject lack of it.