Things-to-do 2010

Yep, I've made it a point to do the following in the next year. They're not dry hard core resolutions but an easy and foolproof way to improve myself (in alphabetical order and NOT in the order of preference) :

1.Blog *#frequently as compared to 2009. (* excluding the Vocab posts # doesn't matter if my posts really make sense or not! hihihi)

2.Buy a few of my pending non-fiction books and read them in the first half of 2010. 

3.Clear the November 2010 attempt as per the plan.

4. Donate some money out of my stipend to a Registered NGO(s). Will not disclose the amount here..Don't wanna look like a show-off you see..

5.Get a good pair of branded shoes!

6.Get more passionate doing a couple of things, studies being the topmost one. 

7.Gift an Inspirational Speeches/Seminars CD to a teacher of mine who taught me the golden rules of accounts!

8.Give a smile to a stranger once in a week. Females, preferably. The risk of smiling at females is much lower than smiling at males you see. Who knows how the males will react?! :D

9.Stop *biting my nails. (* allowed during tensed situations!)

10.Study harder. That's the need of the day, or rather, my day.

11.Use 'Thank you' more oftenly as compared to 2009. Hey that doesn't mean I'll end each sentence of mine with a Thank you!

12.Write a poem each for 5 friends of mine. I have decided a couple of my pals, 3 are yet to be shortlisted.

13.Write the best moment/incidence of the day regularly in my mast-moments diary. Had kickstarted in the first half of 2009 but was regularly irregular in doing so! I realised its importance when I opened the diary and unknowingly smiled reading a few moments getting all nostalgic..So decided to write regularly to make a provision for my source of smiles!

vocab for the week 29

How is the word ‘homage’ pronounced? 

The ‘o’ in the first syllable sounds like the ‘o’ in ‘hot’, ‘pot’, and ‘got’, while the ‘a’ is like the ‘i’ in ‘bit’, ‘hit’, and ‘sit’. The ‘g’ is pronounced like the ‘j’ in ‘just’, ‘jump’, and ‘juice’, and the final ‘e’ is silent. The word is pronounced ‘HO-mij’ with the stress on the first syllable. When you pay ‘homage’ to someone, you usually show respect to him and say nice things about him. You have great admiration for the person, and as a result praise him for his achievements.
*We must pay homage to the man and his incredible achievements.

5 Reasons why..

Got a new haircut today evening. And yet again (right from the day I had been for a hair cut 'independently' during school days) my mum failed to notice that I trimmed my hair! Following are the possible reasons (which I figured out recently between some haircuts) :

1. She thinks getting a haircut means shedding my hair to 50% of pre-haircut-hair
OR
2. She thinks the boy/bob cut still suits me like it did when I was a kid!
OR
3. She thinks the more I chop my hair off, the more should I pay and vice versa
OR
4. She can't, rather, doesn't want to digest the fact that I paid more for an unnoticeable haircut
OR
5. She simply wants to 'unnotice it'!

Be it any reason, I enjoy delivering a couple of mum-daughter dialogues and act all emotional, cribbing about a daughter's haircut being ignored by a mother..hehehe..Love you Aai! Hope you don't mind (I know you don't..wink wink!)

Robin Sharma's blog 07.12.09

Following is the extract of Robin Sharma's blog post dated 07.12.2009. Something similar had struck me today but didn't pay much attention to it. Oh well, read on..And give a minute to each one:

It only takes a minute to tell a loved one you adore them

It only takes a minute to run towards a fear

It only takes a minute to set a big goal

It only takes a minute to drink a glass of water

It only takes a minute to read a great idea (that just might rock your world)

It only takes a minute to write the most beautiful thank you note you have ever sent your parents (or a teammate or a customer or a high school teacher who blessed your life)

It only takes a minute to smile

It only takes a minute to connect to a friend or a co-worker

It only takes a minute to help a human being in need

It only takes a minute to raise your standards to world- class

It only takes a minute to go the extra mile at work and wow a customer

It only takes a minute to reflect on what you can do today to be better than you were yesterday

It only takes a minute to embrace change

It only takes a minute to make a new choice that will lead to your best life.

Make the best of your minutes. Each one of them makes up your life.

vocab for the week 28

What is the meaning of ‘close on the heels of something’?

This is an expression which has been around for quite some time. When you say that something came close on the heels of something else, you mean that it came soon after or immediately after. Other expressions which have more or less the same meaning are, ’hard on the heels of something’ and ’hot on the heels of something’.

*The young couple had a baby close on the heels of buying a house.


The expression comes from the world of hunting; when a hunter is close on the heels of an animal, he is very close to his prey.

vocab for the week 27

Does the word 'daymare' exist?

Yes, it does. In fact, the word has been in use for several hundred years now; the well-known author, Charles Dickens, used ‘daymare’ in his novel ‘David Copperfield’. A ‘daymare’ is like a nightmare except that it takes place during the day time. The anxiety attacks that we sometimes have when we are wide awake can be called ‘daymares’. The pressure that we feel on the chest when we have a nightmare is usually present during a daymare as well.

*She has a daymare every day around noon.

The Not-so-Straight Jalebis

Yep, I Actually went to my kitchen for reasons other than munching..Made some jalebis last weekend, thanks to mum not at home and Gits Jalebi mix! And FYI, the jalebis were very much 'edible and eatable', disregarding the fact that they resembled only 80% of a normal jalebi hehehe..Any way, here is the pic:

vocab for the week 26

Can the word `guys' be used to refer to a group of girls? 

Yes, it can. When used in the singular, the word always refers to a man. One can never say, `She is a nice guy'. It is always, `He is a nice guy'. The word `guys' can be used to refer to a group of people. The people in question could be a group of boys, a group of girls, or a group consisting of boys and girls.

*Come on you guys. Let's think of something interesting to do.

I Kinda Killed A Dog..

Was returning home with my parents last weekend's night. No sooner did I walk along the road near my home than I heard howls of a dog. Realised it was coming from a municipal dustbin nearby. The jet-black dog was lying on a heap of hay. It wasn't able to move I guess and was mildly howling for help. It wasn't moving an inch, just gathering up as much energy as possible and shreiking. I stood there coldly for about 30seconds even after knowing why it was behaving so (learnt from a man walking down that he had seen the same dog having some stale fish in the afternoon and probably that might be the reason for it to be so uneasy). I, honestly could have atleast tried to get that dog out of that heap and kept aside or give some water. Something to do was better than standing there like a stiff upperlipped officer and sneaking out when the situation turns worse. That's what I did. Walked away with my parents to my CHS. I could hear the dog's cries as I walked up the staircase. Don't know why but I was walking stealthily without making any noise just to hear its cries, in a hope that they will stop soon. And they did, not because the dog overcame its pain but I had already reached my home. Slept on the pillow of this guilt of mine that night. No sooner did the guilt subdue the next morning than I saw the dead dog with flies all over while on my way to get an auto to station. It might have died that night crying all the way to its death. And then I realised I could have really tried to save it. It wouldn't have cost me anything to get it out of the heap make it comfortable with some water. And I did nothing. Why did I behave like this? To avoid getting my hands dirty? Well, I had a handkerchief and the dog was lying on hay which wasn't that dirty. In a fear of my parents scolding me not to do so? Naah..I don't think so.

Sounds harsh to me but that was just mere ignorance from my side.

Will I behave like this with humans too who might need a few hands of help and I don't even react? I hope not.

T-Shirt Painting! Part 3

Hey that's an unexpected hattrick! A couple of friends doubted if I've joined any workshop on t-painting. Nothin' like that guys, its just a matter of fact that I painted a couple (rather triple) of T shirts for myself, which I had wished to do since a year, apart from blogging (which I, don't know how and why, was completely off my track last year)

Painted the following T shirt on 25th of this month. Had efficiently utilized an hour during the dawn for studies and Boing! went my brain to draw the outline of my right hand with my left. Had bought a plain T shirt beforehand simply because I was pretty sure I will paint randomly some day! So painted 'The Hand' in the evening. It took an hour. The tagline took much of my time, since I had to paint it without the help of the ring which I normally use for fabric painting. Gave final touches on 26th and Lo! Here is the pic:

My Favorite Toons

Following are my favorite cartoon characters and the respective toons(in alphabetical order) :

Arnold                                                                 Hey Arnold

Bubbles, Mojo Jojo                                           Powerpuff Girls

Chacha Chaudhary                                           Chacha Chaudhary

Courage                                                              Courage the Cowardly Dog

Dexter                                                                 Dexter's Laboratory

Elmo, Big Bird                                                    123 Sesame Street

Goofy                                                                   Goofy's Movies

Jhonny Bravo                                                     Jhonny Bravo

Jhonny Quest                                                     Jhonny Quest

Lighting McQueen, Sally                                  Cars

Linka                                                                   Captain Planet

Molu                                                                    Molu

Mowgli, Pappu, Sherkhan                                The Jungle Book

Muttley                                                               Dastardly and Flying Machines

Pingu                                                                    Pingu

Richie Rich                                                          Richie Rich

Scrooge McDuck, Launchpad McQuack         Ducktales

Sherkhan, Kit                                                     Talespin

The Hand, Uncle Fester                                   The Adams Family

The Penguins, King Julian                                Madagascar 2

Tigress                                                                Kung Fu Panda

Tom and Jerry                                                  Tom and Jerry

Top Cat, Benny the Ball                                    Top Cat

Wall-E, Eva                                                         Wall-E

26/11/2008

Cannot say anything other than this -

May the souls of all those non-terrorists Rest In Peace..May the souls(if any) of the terrorists, too, Rest In Peace. Atleast they will not continue haunting Mumbai after that.

111 not out!!

111..that's the 'official' number of poems I've penned down since standard VIth the recent one penned down the day before yesterday, exactly 32hours ago, to be precise :) Well I neither have any details as to when and where each poem was written but have noted down as to what inspired me to write a particular one down or how much time did I take to compose some. However, all of them are serially numbered and written down in two diaries of mine (they're notebooks but I prefer to call them my diaries! :p) Following are some 'interesting' statistics (they might not be interesting for you but they do for me!) I don't expect you to go ga-ga over my 111 (like I am)..Nonetheless I wanted to have this 111 as a part of my blog..

Language       Completed      Incomplete        With title      Without title
English                  86                   04^                              36                   54
Hindi                     13                   00                                05                   08
Marathi                08                   00                                02                   06
Total                   107*#              04*#
Thus,
^Incomplete due to one incomplete stanza per poem
*Total 'official' poems = 107+04 = 111!
#Inclusive of poems with and without title.

Out of the Hindi poems, a good 50% were written during std IX and X era (probably cuz the teachers were good enough to introduce a few good words in Hindi that helped me pen down some stuff)
Out of the Marathi poems, a good 50% were written during std XI era(probably cuz I took Marathi as my second language and was desperate to improve it for the sake of marks!)
Out of all the poems, I guess, almost 30% might sound silly..Wonder how did I manage to write so many!
Honestly speaking, really don't care about what I write provided atleast some of the stuff I write makes sense (the whole stuff might not be full of sense at times so!) That doesn't mean I don't accept suggestions/comments. I normally ask a few pals of mine about their 'criticisms and comments'. Helps me in improving a lot. Sometimes, they go ga-ga and sometimes..oh well not everyday is a sunday right?!

In any case, I'm happy!

vocab for the week 25

Is it okay to say ‘prepare the vegetables’? 

I understand this is an expression commonly found in recipe books. When you ask someone to prepare the vegetables, what you would like the person to do is to wash them, clean them, peel them, and cut them. In other words, the person ensures that the vegetables are ready to be used.
*Maya, you’ll have to prepare the potatoes. I want you to peel them and then cut them into thin slices.

Children's Day Doodle!

I'm sure you spotted this doodle on Google's homepage. Google had a Doodle competition for school kids from all over India, the winning entry will be the doodle for one whole Children's day. And the winner - none other than an Indian!! Master Puru Pratap Singh, a Std IV student from Gurgaon! Really liked it. Check out the other equally cool doodles (final entries) : http://www.google.co.in/intl/en/doodle4google/vote.html#d=d2-8 

Here is the winning entry:

Though (officially) an adult, wishing maself (and those who are reading this!)

hApPeEE ChIlDrenZ daE!!

vocab for the week 24

How is the word ‘masquerade’ pronounced? 

The first syllable is pronounced like the word ‘mask’, and the ‘ue’ in the second syllable is like the ‘a’ in ‘china’. The final syllable sounds like the word ‘raid’. The word is pronounced ‘mask-e-RAID’ with the stress on the final syllable. Some people drop the vowel in the second syllable, and pronounce the word ‘mask-RAID’.
The word comes from the Italian ‘mascarata’ meaning ‘a ball at which masks are worn’. People generally wear a mask when they wish to hide their identity. When you masquerade as being someone else, you are pretending to be someone that you are not.
*Terrorists masquerading as policemen managed to enter the Minister’s house.
The word can also be used to mean ‘to put on a show’ or to cover up; you act in a way which prevents others from knowing the truth about something unpleasant.
*For the sake of her parents, Gayathri kept up a masquerade of being happily married. 

November Rain

Yeah, its November and its raining out here!!

Enjoyed every bit of the cold rains while on my way to home some time ago. Had healthy-hot snacks and switched to blogging mode to make the best of the hour before I spare some time for my studies! Nothing like enjoyin a hot cuppa, enjoying the silky breeze off the window and unwinding to 'November Rain by the band Guns n Roses' in the not-at-all-cozy plastic chair! No doubt me listening to it while cherishing the 'november rain'! Just blackled (aka searched) for the same on Wikipedia; the frontman and lyricist Axl Rose had been working on the song since 1983 (it got released in June 1992!). A great 'rock-ballad' I say. Its got a long, almost a 3 minute music strip in the end. Ruled the charts in the latter half of 1992 and swept away with the best music, best video, best ballad awards - Refer the Wiki for more. Here are the lyrics and the video link:

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VX6gMudhCU

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time..on your own
Do you need some time..all alone
Everybody needs some time..on their own
Don't you know you need some time..all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time..on my own
Sometimes I need some time..all alone
Everybody needs some time..on their own
Don't you know you need some time..all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

Sesame Street - Celebrating 40 years of fun

Well I had almost forgotten about this little TV series that taught a few English words to me in Kindergarten. Sesame Street. I remember my father had taken me to his office specially to show a 10mins clip on this Sesame Street on his colleague's computer (having a PC per employee was an unattainable dream during those times). I was struggling to pronounce 'sesame', was going see-sam-ee n sy-se-same and ultimately sa-sa-se-me-eeee!!

I don't remember which words I learnt but, yeah, I had played a fun-with-alphabets game and recited a poetry along with that Big Bird. I remember a reddish monster named Elmo who was very talkative and another green monster named Oscar. Don't actually remember the other characters..Will check it out off the internet soon. Anyway, before I forget why I started this post (writing just a few words wont 'look good' so bored you a bit with the above!) let me finish:

Happy Birthday Sesame Street!!

vocab for the week 23

What is the difference between ‘believe in’ and ‘believe’? 

When we are young, we believe in a lot of things: we believe in monsters, Santa Claus, ghosts, green witches, giants, etc. As children, we think that these people/things are real; that they actually exist. When you ‘believe in’ something, you feel rather strongly that it exists. If you ‘believe in some idea’, you support it because you think it is the right thing to do.

*I believe in capital punishment, but my father doesn’t.

When you believe someone, you trust the person. You are willing to accept what he says as being true.

*The problem with Bala is he doesn’t believe anyone.

T-Shirt Painting! Part 2

Painted my t-shirt this evening for around 1.5hr. I had painted the design on paper during my std VII vacations. Hunted for that painting, made a couple of changes and traced-painted it right away on my t-shirt while listening to Robert Kiyosaki's Rich Dad-Poor Dad's audio..Paintin' and Ponderin' hand-in-hand I say..hehehe..Here is the pic:

vocab for the week 22

Why is the place where the pilot sits called a `cockpit'?

The word `cockpit' was in use long before the airplane was invented. Cock-fighting was a very popular sport in Europe. Men would dig a small pit, drop the two feathered contestants into it, and watch as the two birds tore into each other. The original meaning of `cockpit' was a small enclosure where birds fought. With the passage of time, however, the word took on a broader meaning: it began to refer to any place, usually small, where there was a lot of fighting. Belgium, for example, was referred to as `the cockpit of Europe'. When planes began to be used during the First World War, the place where the pilot sat began to be called a cockpit because all the action was taking place in the confined space.

Diwali-the festival of Lights..uh..and Pollution.

So Diwali, like every year, is back with a bang (read: loud,big bang) bringing 3 privileged holidays work for so many people around the country (articled assistants included!), good shopping steals, yummy sweets and snacks (aka 'faraal'), spending quality time with family and friends, exchange of blessings and wishes (in cash/in kind/as emotions!) and some pollution.

Ignoring the long introduction let me come straight to what I wanted to blog on..Pollution during these 3 privileged holidays viz air and noise pollution. Appreciated the article (courtesy: The Times of India) which boasted about students pledging not to burst crackers and donating the money saved. That really touched me.

I get all heated up when I see people, those so-called citizens who are well verse with the cons of bursting crackers. Mind you, I too enjoyed Diwali in my own simple ways (shopping and feasting to name a couple) excluding the so-called joy of bursting crackers. Well you cannot go and give a boring lecture to kids on the hazards of bursting crackers (still I feel they can be convinced to bursting a few crackers instead of dozens). But why do our elders, or even the youth simply ignore greater issues and go on bursting crackers at the cost of their own environment? I am sure you too would have noticed the dozens of mini-clouds formed in the skies at night these days. The crackers are so powerful that the smoke lingers in the air many minutes after the thing bursts. And the boom-bang sounds are loud enough for anyone to go deaf. Instead of enjoying the starry bright skies I was going all cynical on the auspicious occasion of Laxmi Pujan while watching the sky go up in smokes post the bright lightning, thanks to the pollution-friendly crackers. Not only the skies, the roads too are heaped up with red and white paper remnants of the 'joys' bursted these days. These remnants cannot be recycled due to their dangerous chemical contents. The result: another pollution on its way-land pollution.

How can one feel elated by bursting a whole pack of chemicals, coughing in its smoke, clapping while watching black smoke shoot up in the air and dancing around its greyish paper remnants? Its time to wake up and celebrate festivals in the spirit were supposed to be and not in such 'chemical spirit'.


P.S. I confess I lit a couple of those sparklers last weekend..The kids at my building insisted me to participate in their small celebration and I found it too difficult to ignore their smiles..

A bit late, but wishing all a Happy and a Safe Deepawali..

vocab for the week 21

How is the word ‘ensconce’ pronounced?

The first syllable is pronounced like the word ‘in’, and the ‘con’ in the second is pronounced like the word ‘con’. The final ‘ce’ sounds like the ‘s’ in ‘sit’, ‘sun’, and ‘swim’. The word is pronounced ‘in-SKONS’ with the stress on the second syllable. This is one way of pronouncing the word. ‘Ensconce’ is mostly used in formal contexts to mean ‘to settle oneself comfortably’.

*I found Sajid watching TV ensconced in my favourite chair.

The word can also be used to mean hidden in a safe environment, unseen by others.

*The children were playing hide and seek. Chitra decided to ensconce herself in the small cupboard in the kitchen downstairs.

Never Miss A Beat

Sung by A band named Kaiser Chiefs, the song highlights the feeling of not knowing anything yet being happy all the way. Shaking my head and singing 'Its cool to knwo nothing!' Feeling the same this morning..And that's the reason its posted over here. Am sure you too feel the same sometimes. And yeah don't forget to learn a bit of these lyrics and sing aloud when that 'bindaas' feeling pops up. Enjoy..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQK7RYDQlSs

What did you learn today?
I learned nothin
What did you do today?
I did nothin
What did you learn at school?
I didn't go
Why didn't you go to school?
I don't know

It's cool to know nothin
(x2)

Television's on the blink
There's nothin on it
I really want to really big coat
With words on it
What do you want for tea?
I want crisps
Why didn't you join the team?
I just didn't

It's cool to know nothin
(x2)

Take a look, take a look, take a look
at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat, beat, beat, beat
Take a look at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat

Here comes the referee
The light's flashin
Best bit of the day
Now that's livin
Why don't you run away?
Are you kiddin?
What is the golden rule?
You say nothin

It's cool to know nothin
(x2)

Take a look, take a look, take a look
at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat, beat, beat, beat
Take a look at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat

Take a look, take a look, take a look
at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat, beat, beat, beat
Take a look at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat
No they never miss a beat
Never miss a beat
Never miss a
Never miss a beat
Never miss a beat

vocab for the week 20

What is the meaning of the expression ‘beyond his ken’?

The word ‘ken’ is Scottish in origin, and it is means ‘to know someone or something’. Therefore, when you say that something is ‘beyond your ken’, what you mean is that you do not know anything about it. It is something that is beyond your understanding.

*Please don’t talk to me about grammar. It is just beyond my ken.

My 'Sources of Smiles'

You might find some of the following joys of mine petty or stupid. But for me, they are my 'sources-of-smiles'(lo! that's a cool term! courtesy-me!)

In alphabetical order:

Adding stuff to my Cars-the movie Collection
Applying a face mask..makes me feel cool!
Blogging on my sources-of-smiles!
Buying good books for me..irrespective of whether I read all of 'em or not!
Cleaning up my already cleaned desk
Decorating my drawing room
Getting into an impromptu jig
Having a hot cuppa tea
Learning an interesting concept at coaching classes
Looking at the morning sky from my terrrace with my mouth wide open
Looking at the sky when in train
Painting a t-shirt for myself
Roaming in The Crossword Book Store
Shaking a leg with my school pals
Shopping along the road side discovering a good steal
Stacking up the already stacked books of my so-called library
Teasing my article-friend who is 2yrs younger to me
Whiling away time on my college's (R.A.Podar) Katta
Writing a poem

(will update when needed)

vocab for the week 19

How is the word ‘officious’ pronounced? What does it mean?


The ‘o’ in the first syllable is like the ‘a’ in ‘china’, and the following ‘ffic’ is pronounced like the word ‘fish’. The ‘iou’ is like the ‘a’ in ‘china’, and the final ‘s’ is like the ‘s’ in ‘sit’, ‘stand’, and ‘sip’. The word is pronounced ‘e-FISH-es’ with the stress on the second syllable. ‘Officious’ has nothing to do with the word ‘official’. When you say that someone is officious, what you mean is that the person is rather meddlesome. The individual pokes his nose in other people’s affairs; he is eager to offer advice. Such people are overly aggressive in their desire to help, and usually have a very high opinion of themselves. The word is mostly used to show disapproval.

It’s not surprising that the officious little man has no friends.

Wake Me Up When September Ends

30th of September..Time to sing my favorite song, thanks to the American band - Green Day..Unwinding to the following song, cherishing every bit of the atmosphere(its drizzling!) Enjoy..

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends

here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are

as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends

vocab for the week 18

What is the meaning of 'to lose face'?

When you say that someone has ‘lost face’, you mean that the individual has lost some of the respect that others had for him. Something that the person said or did has made those around him stop respecting him. When you lose face, you are usually publicly humiliated.

The pilots didn’t want to call off the strike because they were afraid to lose face.

The idiom ‘lose face’ is actually a translation of the Chinese expression ‘tiu lien’ meaning ‘lose face’.

What is the meaning of 'to lose face'?


When you say that someone has ‘lost face’, you mean that the individual has lost some of the respect that others had for him. Something that the person said or did has made those around him stop respecting him. When you lose face, you are usually publicly humiliated.

The pilots didn’t want to call off the strike because they were afraid to lose face.

The idiom ‘lose face’ is actually a translation of the Chinese expression ‘tiu lien’ meaning ‘lose face’.

vocab for the week 17

Is it okay to say ‘revert back’?


We very often hear people using the word ‘back’ with both ‘revert’ and ‘return’. ‘We will be returning back to Hyderabad on the 20th.’ ‘The software company has asked us to revert back to the older version.’ In both these sentences, the word ‘back’ is unnecessary. When you revert to something, you are ‘returning’ or ‘going back’ to it. There is no need to use the word ‘back’ with ‘revert’.

*The new schedule is creating too many problems. Should we revert to the old one?

In legal contexts, the word ‘revert’ can be used to mean ‘to become the property of a person again.’

*If I lose the case, the property will revert to my brother.

vocab for the week 16

What is the meaning of ‘He works like a Trojan’?


The expression is considered rather old fashioned, and is seldom heard nowadays. The Trojans were people who lived in the beautiful city of Troy. They were believed to be very courageous, and when the Greeks invaded their city, they defended it in a determined manner. The expression ‘to work like a Trojan’ means, ‘to work hard’.

Rahul is a good person to have on the team. He works like a Trojan.

T-shirt painting!

Yuppies, Me painted a tee last week. The design is my original creation! Thought of it a couple of weeks ago on one lazy afternoon at articleship (took advantage of my boss' absence to let the creative juices flow!) Will work on another design next month and thereby grant myself one of the wishes of my wishlist stated earlier!

Am I really Worth It?

Was home on time today after my articleship (mind you, I worked for the stipulated hours!) Managed to enjoy a weekday-afternoon after a couple months..Laid back in the not-so-cosy chair with a hot cuppa thinking about studying Standard Costing for the upcoming test (and finally landing up here, blogging).

The only thought that popped up after Standard Costing was - Am I really Worth It?? (not the costing thing silly, its much beyond studies)

Am I really worth the care and love this wonderful couple,my parents, shower upon me?
Am I really worth the 'ash-o-aaram ki zindagi' these two persons provide?
Am I really worth the attention my friends (wonder how these cool people landed in my life) give me?
Am I really worth the affection my family (again I wonder how they got related to me) pours upon me?
Am I really worth the advice/knowledge given by my teachers/seniors?
Am I really worth to be born as a human being (or again)?

Am I really 'thinking' over the above questions I asked myself?! Donno..Not that I am being too pessimistic. Was just using my 'personal space' - had mentioned in my earlier post. May be these questions will be left unanswered for some years down the line..clueless till when though! :p

vocab for the week 15

How is the word ‘conscientiously’ pronounced?


The first syllable sounds like the ‘con’ in ‘concert’ and ‘conscious’; the ‘sci’ is like the ‘shi’ in ‘ship’ and ‘shin’. The ‘e’ that follows is pronounced like the ‘e’ in ‘set’ and ‘bet’, and the ‘t’ like the ‘sh’ in ‘shoot’ and ‘sharp’. The ‘iou’ is like the ‘a’ in ‘china,’ and the final ‘y’ like the ‘i’ in ‘it’ and ‘bit’. The word is pronounced ‘con-shi-EN-shes-li’ with the stress on the third syllable. Politicians have real problems pronouncing this word. Understandable I guess, because the word means ‘putting a lot of effort into your work’. We all know how much work a politician puts in once he’s been elected!

*Vikram is very conscientious, and I’m certain he will finish his dissertation on time.

*The Minister said that he had been carrying out his duty conscientiously.

The Joy of Rains at 6.15 am

Yeah..I danced in the rains (not literally though) today morning!

Well, I was 'fresh' awake (still surprised!) at 5 in the morning since I had promised a coffee date with Americans Mr.Sarbanes and one Mr.Oxley, particularly famous for the SOX Act of 2002. In short, I had to study Auditing. Was flipping through the pages of my module, religiously noting down points while sipping through hot tea (i had disagreed on coffee you see..wink wink!). The coffee/tea date lasted for about an hour and soon I got distracted by the drizzle outside. Made me think whether I thoroughly enjoyed the rains at any point of time this year..My heart said No. And off I ran to my terrace, with another hot cuppa to have a rain-bath! Was totally wet at 6.15 am (the title says so!) The cuppa was already empty and my mind was filling with thoughts just like the puddles on the road..

I realized that I had never been rain-wet this season like I used to till last year. I make it a point to do so every year and thankfully I continued the ritual too before this season end. Am being cynical these days, be it in my studies, my work, my way of life. Why is it that people tend to lose their childish charm as they grow up? I fear being a part of the dull herd in near future. I fear I'll lose the simple joys, rather, not being able to notice the simple joys of life like getting rain-wet in some years. Yes, we definitely need to act mature and efficiently carry the burden of responsibilities created by us solely. However, there is a thing called 'personal space' which I strongly believe in. how many of us give ourselves this much needed space? By personal space, I donot mean a strict self SWOT analysis. My idea of personal space comprises of a SWOT analysis of how I am as a human being, enjoying the sky above, enjoying silence, enjoying the strip of land and water between Kalyan and Thakurli station, humming a song, writing a poem or two. I donot do all of these at a time but yeah, these do make up my personal space - Enjoying the sound of silence for a couple of minutes is my favourite. This personal space thing really perks me up. Helps me 'feel good' realizing that I am fortunate to be a part of such a wonderful world. (Getting all emotional now - Thank you God!)

Hope you too realize the same and murmur a prayer or two while enjoying 'your' personal space..

Here I go, back to another hot cuppa and SOX!!

vocab for the week 14

What is the difference between ‘misdemeanour’ and ‘misbehaviour’?


First, let’s deal with the pronunciation of ‘misdemeanour’. The first syllable sounds like the word ‘miss’, and the ‘e’ is like the ‘i’ in ‘bit’, ‘hit’, and ‘sit’. The following syllable is pronounced like the word ‘mean’, and the final ‘our’ is like the ‘a’ in ‘china’. The word is pronounced ‘mis-di-MEAN-e with the stress on the third syllable. Both ‘misdemeanour’ and ‘misbehaviour’ can be used to mean ‘bad unacceptable behaviour’; an act which breaks a rule. Of the two, misdemeanour is considered to be formal.

*The young bride wasn’t aware of her husband’s past misdemeanours.

Misdemeanour is also used in the context of law. When you commit a ‘misdemeanour’, you are breaking the law; you are committing a crime which is not very serious. Since the offence is minor, the penalty is usually a fine; sometimes, the person is put in prison for a very short period of time. Petty theft, simple assault, trespass, etc are all examples of misdemeanours. A ‘felony’ is a serious crime.

vocab for the week 13

What is the meaning and origin of the expression ‘tally ho’?

The expression comes from the cruel world of fox hunting. When a hunter sighted the fleeing fox, he shouted ‘tally ho’; this was supposedly to alert the dogs (hounds) which had been brought along to chase and kill the fox. I understand that ‘tally-ho’ is actually a corruption of the French expression ‘ty-hillaut a qui forheur’: this was shouted by hunters in France when they spotted a deer.

My Wishlist : 21.08.2009 till (??)

Following are things (in pure alphabetical order) as on 20.11.2009 I wish to include in my lifetime-some are attainable and some..oh well..keep dreaming! Will update as and when my mind orders me to.. Read On..

01.A book-shelf of original books bearing the date and place of buying each one (the

list is mentioned in my earlier post..got more pirated copies than the originals!)

02.A day in the Deccan Odyssey

03.A stint at Infosys in the HR Department

04.A trip to Australia

05.A trip to Egypt

06.A trip to Greece

07.A trip to the Mediterranean

08.Act in a social skit (like those in my college and school)

09.Adopt a boy or a girl

10.Be a DJ churning my own mix

11.Draw an original cartoon character (excluding myself..huh!)

12.Get a couple of Professional Degrees attached to my name (Got one in June'09 -

BCom! hehehe..working on a couple right now)

13.Get a room designed by me, for me

14.Get my (selected)poems published (and claim royalty as a side-income!)

15. Get a tatoo on my left ankle

16.Have my nails painted with different colour per nail

17.Own a black Enfield

18.Own a black Honda CRV

19.Own a cream Corolla

20.Own a gal-friendly Cycle

21.Own an electricity-powered two-wheeler

22.Paint a couple of t-shirts including a funky one for myself

23.Paint t-shirts for some close to me

24.Re-travel to Kodaikanal

25.Sing at an Indian rock concert

26.Sing with the tallest gal from the band –Viva

27. Teach English subject to Std V at my alma mater, Holy Cross Convent School,Kalyan

28.Throw a stand-up comedian act in front of all my friends

29.Toned arms

30.Write minimum one short story and get it published (the side-income thing is

applicable here too!)

vocab for the week 12

What is the meaning of the expression ‘ad nauseam’?

Let’s begin by dealing with the pronunciation of this Latin expression. The first word is pronounced like the word ‘add’. The ‘au’ in ‘nauseam’ is like the ‘au’ in ‘caught’, ‘taught’, and ‘naught’, and the following ‘se’ is like the ‘zi’ in ‘zip’ and ‘zinc’. The final syllable is pronounced like the word ‘am’. The expression is pronounced ‘add NAU-zi-am’ with the main stress on the first syllable of ‘nauseam’. When someone talks about something ‘ad nauseam’, he talks about it so much that it becomes extremely boring for the listeners.

*The Minister talked ad nauseam about his achievements.

Flags in Drags

So the Independence Day 2009 celebrations are over. The 'privileged' public holiday too got over with the sun setting behind the Tricolour post. Even if you are unaware as to when the day ended, you can make it out effortlessly from the countless mini-Tricolours left stranded on the road. Be it the roads alongside schools, the highways, the lanes..Noticed a torn Tricolour amidst the empty choco-wrappers left behind by school children possibly after the 'celebrations'(who are taught a beautiful subject like Civics), a crumpled one breezing away along the roadside..Makes me feel sick.
I think we,Indians, need a crash course on the good ol' subject-Civics-christened as the maximum marks-getter in the Social Studies basket of subjects in school. Ever imagined how much plastic is wasted and ultimated lands up in the bins on account of manufacture of hundreds of dozens of flags to be flaunted off and eventually dumped twice every year countrywide?? I personally, avoid buying flags since it will be very bad on my part if I lose/damage it. And yeah, my friends too have the same opinion! If the youth can understand such simple things in life, why can't our respected seniors? Why do we buy flags and leave them in drags after the celebration stints on public holidays? Hope you are not among the latter lot.

Of so-called Citizens of India

Friday,Aug 7 '09
Was in a super-crowded train towards my articleship and silently watched a gentleman in the first class throwing the 'holy' withered flowers off the bridge in the already-filthy creek below.
Was in a not-so-crowded train towards home after articleship and silently watched a teenager putting the wrapper of a delicious choco-bar (it looked delicious at least) into her bag.

Saturday, Aug 8 '09
Was walking down the stairs at Kalyan station and silently watched the cleaner toiling to rub the harsh red stains on the same.
Was in an auto towards my home from station and silently watched a red-mouthed man painting the muddy road red in 5 seconds.

Four not-so-important scenes but sufficient enough to raise my temper which doesn't shoot up in seconds like it did four times in two days back to back. You too might have come across such scenes daily-me too experienced the same but made a point to post today!
Four such people-the so-called citizens of a sovereign,socialist,secular,democratic republic State. Well, I don't mean that people who keep roads clean are true citizens! Just wanna emphasize on the point that why people don't practice what they preach? And still 'claim' to be responsible citizens by inking their finger after every five years! The teenager (who might not have had her finger inked anytime) was the only one who practiced what was preached to her. These small daily acts, if piled up, can easily determine whether a person is really an 'educated' one in the true sense of the term. Education..aah..one of the most abused words of today which is equivalent to a renowned degree and a fat source of income. In fact, its one of the best words of the ambiguous Queen's language (and mine too!). Kindly refer the link below if you disagree : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education
Coming back to Citizens, I strongly believe if each one of us mend our own ways and act in true civic sense, jobs of clean-up drives, health-is-wealth campaigns etc. will be left only for a handful. Who,anyways,likes to clean up others' dirt like the cleaner at Kalyan station?! I am sure the respectable people I mentioned stick to their good manners at their respective homes. Am clueless as to what happens to their mannerisms in seconds after stepping out of their dens! Ridiculous. Time for them to go back to their basics, I say.

The wise tigress and a silly fool with a gun

Following is a short story that appeared in the tiger special page of The Sunday TOI dated 09.08.09 by one Bulbul Sharma who is artist, author and teaches children with special needs. Simple yet worthy to ponder upon..

They call me Rani which I think is a silly name since I have no royal blood in me but I cannot do anything about it. Men have their own odd ways
and ever since they came to live on earth with us we have had to go along with them to survive. Sometimes we lash out, like my old uncle Sher Khan who turned maneater in his old age. His teeth always gave him trouble after that and his skin began to smell really awful. But he was a rare case. For thousands of years we have hunted our four- legged prey in the grassy meadows and never looked at man as our next meal.

He was frightened of us even when he lived in a cave and hunted with sharp-edged stones. They say he drew pictures of my ancestors on his cave walls so that he could trap their spirits to enable him to hunt them easily in real life. He loved our skin even then and wore our teeth around his neck. Silly fool.

Later when he grew a little wiser, he started worshipping us and wrote many songs about our great strength and cunning. He stamped our heads on seals and even carved our figures in clay. Later when he built temples he made us stand like guards at the gate and then we all felt so proud when the Goddess Durga chose one of us as her ‘vahan’. Even to this day, you can see her fierce and beautiful form riding a tiger as she slays the buffalo-demon. Though sometimes I see our cousin the Lion with her and then I feel quite upset. We have always been the rulers of the forest and every animal fears us, except the elephant.

Men have written many clever stories about our valour in the Jataka and Panchatantra tales though some of them mock us and make the tiny mouse braver than the mighty tiger. I never let that bother me and always teach my cubs that men have a weird sense of humour and fun. They are the only people on this earth that kill other animals not for food but for their amusement.

At first we hunted quite openly since man was not running on wheels and hunting with a gun but later we had to learn to stay hidden in the shadows of the tall grass. Our fur with its cleverly designed black uneven stripes merged in the landscape and we could not be seen even when man came quite close to us. We could smell him but had to stay very still because he now had many clever gadgets with which he could track us down and shoot us. Why he hates us so much I have never understood.

It was not always so. There was a great ruler called Asoka many centuries ago and he wrote on stone that we should not be harmed. People obeyed his rules and left us alone to live happily in our forests. The forests those days were rich and dense, filled with food for not only us but every other living creature. The tribal people who lived here sang many wonderful songs about us and painted our forms on their mud huts.

“Men were born innocent but got more and more clever for their own good,” my great-great grand mother used to say every time she saw one of our clan shot dead. She remembered her grandfather being hunted by an emperor who came on an elephant all decked up with golden headgear and a huge velvet umbrella. There were a hundred men with him carrying spears and what a great noise they made with their bugles and drums. They tied a poor deer to a tree and waited. My ancestor was warned not to go near the deer but he was hungry and could not resist. They said that he was not the only one they killed that day. The emperor’s elephants carried home more than a hundred dead tigers as they marched through the forest. The palace floor was soon lined with my ancestors’ skins. Later they made many beautiful paintings of this great hunt; though they say my late ancestor looks very handsome as he fought to death, I do not want to see these paintings.

When my cubs ask me why do men like our skin so much I really have no answer. I would never drape a dead man’s hide in my den. It would give me nightmares.

Man continued to kill us but now he did not paint our handsome figures. He just came in large groups and shot us all down from a ‘machan’. His skin was white in colour and he wore a strange-looking hat. Now for the first time even the female of the species began to shoot us and then posed for a photograph with her feet on our dead body. Did she not have cubs of her own?

Gradually the songs about us became less and less as we grew fewer in number. I think we would have all died out like our cousin the Cheetah who once hunted not very far from us. But then a miracle happened. Man decided we should live. He now considered us important not only for the forest but his own survival.

Hah! That is a poor joke. But I told you man has a strange mind. Imagine hunting us down for hundreds of years and then suddenly turning around and saying. “We must stop all this killing. Not good. Not good for us at all.” But do not think for a moment I am complaining. This is, indeed, a miracle. The gods of the forest have smiled on us once again after so many centuries. The paintings on caves, the songs , the rules written on stone to protect us may have all vanished but now we have some sort of protection once again. Man has made rules that we should not be hunted. It does not work all the time since man’s greed for our skin and bones has not changed but I do believe my cubs have a fair chance to live.

I lie here in the forest waiting for the men to shoot me. No, they are not going to kill me. They just want to take a photograph of me and my cubs. I do not like them coming too near my cubs and give a low growl, baring my teeth. How it thrills them! I told you they had a weird sense of fun. So I stretch, give them a big yawn, showing all my teeth ,even the broken one at the back, and send them home happy.


(Hope you enjoyed reading the above like I did! Really a good one.)

vocab for the week 11

How is the word ‘besiege’ pronounced?

The ‘e’ in the first syllable sounds like the ‘i’ in ‘it’, ‘bit’, and ‘sit’, and the following ‘ie’ sounds like the ‘ee’ in ‘fees’, and ‘cheese’. The final ‘ge’ is like the ‘j’ in ‘jam’, and ‘jump’. The word is pronounced ‘bi-SEEJ’ with the stress on the second syllable.

The word has several meanings. When soldiers, for example, besiege a town, they surround it. They prevent people and supplies from entering or leaving the town. When a person is besieged, he is surrounded by other people.

The moment he walked out of the stadium, he was besieged by reporters.

The word can also be used to mean, ‘to make many requests or complaints about something.’

The radio station was besieged with telephone calls from angry women.

The Makeover

Well I didn't find any 'good' template for my blog for a month after the good ol' grey one I had. But at last! I fell in love with the 'scribe' template created by one Mr. Todd(thankoo!) Its got an archaic feel, remember those dull light brown scrolls of pages of the middle ages?? The template has that kind of feel to it. And I liked it too!

Hey Bhagwan!

Hope u've heard of The Raghu Dixit Project. Raghu Dixit's self-titled album got released in '08 and the following song is one of his hits. Hooked to the same since a couple of days..the music is typical Indian rock with a ting of violin. Raghu is one of those singers who can shout and sing gracefully. Simple yet meaningful..Enjoy! And don't forget to catch its video.

yeh choti si hai jindagi x2
usse chota ek sapna
yeh choti si hai jindagi
usse chota ek sapna
ek baar is dharti pe,
dekh loon khuda apna..

hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..
hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..

raat ke andhere mein x2
mujhe jo ujala de
jab thak jaaon toh apni
god ka sahara de

hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..
hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..

aaj bhi tu dekhta hoga x2
kahi dur satwan aasman
aaj bhi tu dekhta hoga
kahi dur satwan aasman
ho.. kaise khoya ja raha hai
apne aap mein insaan

hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..
hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..

hey dil ko sambhaloon kaise x2
tanhaayi mein doobi raat hai
hey dil ko sambhaloon kaise
tanhaayi mein doobi raat hai
akele ho toh kya hua re x3
uska jo sahara hai

hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..
hey bhagwan mujhko tuh
jindagi dubara de..

vocab for the week 10

What is the meaning of ‘duh’?

First, let’s deal with the pronunciation of this word. The ‘u’ is like the ‘u’ in ‘cut’ and ‘but’ and the final ‘h’ is silent. When someone says something, and you respond by saying ‘duh’, you are telling the person that what he has just said is obvious. You are being sarcastic. It’s your way of saying, ‘tell me something I don’t know’. The word, which is considered slang, is frequently used in informal contexts in American English.

Eg:Do you know that Ramesh and Sujatha are planning to get married? Duh!

vocab for the week 9

How is the word ‘spaghetti’ pronounced?


The ‘a’ in the first syllable is like the ‘a’ in ‘china’, and the following ‘ghett’ is pronounced like the word ‘get’. The final ‘i’ is like the ‘i’ in ‘it’, ‘bit’, and ‘kit’, and the stress is on the second syllable. The word is pronounced ‘spe-GET-i’. It comes from the Italian ‘spago’ meaning ‘thin string’ or ‘twine’. I guess eating twine or little strings is better than eating ‘little worms’: which is what vermicelli means!

Speed of Sound - Coldplay

The following song tells how I feel right now..And the same is my Caller tune..Good song I say..Enjoy

How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
Where To, where do I go?
If you never try, then you'll never know.
How long do I have to climb,
Up on the side of this mountain of mine?

Look up, I look up at night,
Planets are moving at the speed of light.
Climb up, up in the trees,
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
I'll start before I can stop,
before I see things the right way up.

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand?

Ideas that you'll never find,
All the inventors could never design.
The buildings that you put up,
Japan and China all lit up.
The sign that I couldn't read,
or a light that I couldn't see,
some things you have to believe,
but others are puzzles, puzzling me.

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand,
ah when you see it then you'll understand?

All those signs, I knew what they meant.
Some things you can invent.
Some get made, and some get sent,
Ooh?
Birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.
Birds came flying from the underground,
if you could see it then you'd understand,
ah, when you see it then you'll understand?

Of Padhai n Poems

The only question hovering in my mind right now is 'what am I doing here wasting time and energy updating my blog instead of immersing in books?!' Oh, by books, I mean the study material which lies anxiously waiting to be read on my desk since half an hour(I left it stranded just to 'spend' time over my blog which was crying for attention since a month!)
Apart from my blog, my so-called 'talent'(I prefer to use the word 'flow'-talent-is a bigger word and don't like when my pals mention it for me) of writing poems persuaded me to kill my study-time and pen down a couple of lines. And I couldn't find a better writing space than my study module itself! This happened a week at a stretch but I managed to churn out two poems in a row! Good Job, Srisha. But what about the studies that I ditched for so many days?! No doubt, I am done with almost whole of this month's 'to-study-list' but the thought of not-studying-for-the-sake-of-poem(ing)-blogging gets me worried.

Gotto compensate for the same this week now..as they say, Jaisi Karni..Waisi Bharni..boohoo!!

vocab for the week 8

What is the difference between a 'hotel' and a 'motel'?

The word ‘motel’ is a combination of two words: ‘motor’ and ‘hotel’. In the old days, motels were invariably located on highways; they were mostly used by people who were travelling by car. Unlike a hotel, the rooms of a motel are not located inside a building. In the past, a motel usually consisted of a single row of connected rooms built on a parking lot. Nowadays, we have motels in the heart of cities, and they sometimes contain more than one floor. A motel is usually much cheaper than a hotel; the services it offers are rather limited: it usually doesn’t have a restaurant, and as a result doesn’t provide room service. The word ‘motel’, like the word ‘hotel’ has the stress on the second syllable.

Top of the World - The Carpenters

Heard the song for the first time in school when every alternate Christian girl sang the same in every singing competition! But it is indeed worth repeating..Just listened to it, enjoying every bit of the beautiful evening..Sing along with me then!

Such a feelings comin' over me,
There is wonder in most everything I see

Not a cloud in the sky
Got the sun in my eyes

And I wont be surprised if its a dream..


Everything I want the world to be,
Is now coming true especially for me

And the reason is clear
Its because you are here

You're the nearest thing to heaven that I've seen..


Chorus:
I'm on the top of the world lookin, down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that 'Ive found ever since you've been around
Your loves put me at the top of the world..


Something in the wind has learned my name,
And its tellin' me that things are not the same

In the leaves on the trees and the touch of the breeze
Theres a pleasin' sense of happiness for me


There is only one wish on my mind
When this day is through I hope that I will find

That tomorrow will be just the same for you and me
All I need will be mine if you are here..

Chorus:
I'm on the top of the world lookin, down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that 'Ive found ever since you've been around
Your loves put me at the top of the world..

Happee Buddae, Dear Blog!

The first day of June, Circa 2007.

Nothing special about it except that my blog just turned a year older! Its officially two years old now(disregarding the fact that i blogged about nothing in 2008) but that's not the point..Well, I re-kickstarted this year (thanks to my teacher who learnt that I blog-from another teacher of mine-who is one of my favorite writers) and no matter I am a day late in celebration (blame my articleship for that!), the point was just to mark the 3rd year of blogging! (gosh, what am I writing?!)

Hope I blog on better things..Kinda like writing but not up to the mark..But this is not so relevant since I blog for myself..Hehehe..Cheers! (hic!)

vocab for the week 7

How is the word ‘paean’ pronounced?

The first syllable rhymes with the words ‘bee’, ‘see’, and ‘fee’. The ‘ea’ in the second syllable sounds like the ‘a’ in ‘china’. The word is pronounced ‘PEE.en’ with the stress on the first syllable.

A ‘paean’ was originally a song sung in honour of the Greek god Apollo. Nowadays, the word is being used to refer to any work — film, song, piece of writing, etc — which praises someone or something.

The song is a paean to love and commitment.

The French Open - Day 1

Well, just a couple of updates..the tennis season has started off well with Ana Ivanovic,seeded 8th, beating an unseeded gal and Hewitt and Safin (my favs) going on with their respective opponents.

Alas, I can't watch even a few matches live..Reason 1. Articleship. Reason 2. No cable connectivity at my home (!) Reason 3. Articleship.

I hope and pray I'll be able to catch a glimpse or two of my favorite players on the court.. no doubt me betting on Rafa again!! So what he was beaten recently by Federer? Rafaz gonna Rule Roland again!!