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Monday, October 19, 2009

படித்ததில் பிடித்தது

Just for fun and no intention of hurting anybody

தாடியும், மீசையும்
தாடி, மீசையிடம் சொல்கிறது. இருவரும் ஒன்றாகப் பிறந்தோம் வளர்ந்தோம்... ஆனால் நீ வீரத்திற்கு, நான் மட்டும் சோகத்திற்கா?

லேடீஸ் பஸ்
ஏ பேருந்தே! எளிதில் தீப்பற்றக்கூடியதை ஏற்றக் கூடாது என்று சொல்லிவிட்டு இத்தனை இளம் பெண்களை ஏற்றிச் செல்கிறாயே!

வாங்கினேன்...கைது செய்தார்கள்
கொடுத்தேன்...விடுதலை செய்தார்கள்!

ஒரு அரசியல்வாதியின் கடைசி சடங்குகள் செய்யும் போது...
மறந்தும் கைத்தட்டி விடாதீர்கள்!
அவன் மறுபடியும் எழுந்துவிடுவான்!

Thursday, October 15, 2009


Are they premature and worldly wonders? Scroll down, see the babies and then read the details.

Really unbelievable babies. These babies are sculpted by a woman. We can't say that it is crafted or sculpted. They are very real and I have posted some of them here.The 1st two babies are made of silicon, and the others, shell, egg- shell and miniature babies are hand-sculpted with tiny tools using polymer clay. Whenever you get a mail forward about this, that these are cake frosting babies, marzipan babies (a mixture of almond paste and eggwhite) etc., reply with source to them that, they are actually sculpted by Camille Allen and see more babies & also about the artist here.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"The Window"

A story by an unknown author, which moved me & made me think about pursuit of happiness:

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence......deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

Moral of the story:

The pursuit of happiness is a matter of is a positive attitude we consciously choose to express. It is not a gift that gets delivered to our doorstep each morning, nor does it come through the window. And I am certain that our circumstances are just a small part of what makes us joyful. If we wait for them to get just right, we will never find lasting joy.

The pursuit of happiness is an inward journey. If we think positive, we will find that there is much to rejoice about.