Wednesday, May 5, 2010
BOOKS THAT I HAVE!!
I have an immense passion for collecting books and reading them. when i look sideways from my desk to the left, an entire bookshelf swarmed with books of all sizes come into view :) The collection ranges from purely islamic books to some highly ultra modern literature, from politics to sports and from self development books to books of fantasy, adventure and wonderlands. I am extremely proud of my versatile collection of books.
I'd like to upload pics of a few favourites:
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
PLACES THAT I HAVE VISITED---Las vegas, Disneyland, Miami beach U.S.A
LOVE FOR LITERATURE,AN ASPIRATION, DREAM AND REASON FOR BEING :)
below are some of the 'pièce de rèsistance' so grab a pretzel and let all your preconceptions flow!!
My passion for aeronautics, aerospace and astrophysics!
Aeronautics is the science involved with the study, design, and manufacture of flight-capable machines, or the techniques of operating aircraft. While the term—literally meaning "sailing the air"—originally referred solely to the science of operating the aircraft, it has since been expanded to include technology, business and other aspects related to aircraft.
My blog would be incomplete without some material on that. So i've just put pics ;)
TRANSVERSE THE UNIVERSE, THROW THE GEARS IN REVERSE.
I was thinking of all the things I had to do
And then I started thinking of you
And lost my memory of what I was supposed to do
Because then all I could do was think about you
That’s just the way it goes
sometimes I hit all the lows
The highs are left behind
I refuse to leave well enough alone
The next climb’s all my treat
Yes I’ve finally done it
I’ve gone and lost my mind
I heard it through the grapevine
No longer will I be mine
I wish it were just fine but it seems
things go from bad to worse
So I try to put things in reverse eliminate
Jealousy creates boundaries
I rewrite my story and tap the cinnamon of life
into my coffee after steam frothing lactose free milk
I tap the nutmeg of my soul
to rife up the spice
dissolve artificial barriers between me and you
eyes set deep in my face I trace the lines
on your face revealed and sealed
I’m healed by the power my words wield
Monday, May 3, 2010
EMPTY VESSELS MAKE THE MOST NOISE.
ABOUT ME! :)
My never ending narratives are extremely entertaining and others have developed an indulgent affection for your manner of narrating happenings in an amusing tirade of interesting, funny and perpetually continuing sentences. I speak very fast, a lot of people are stuck at my first sentence when i have reached my last.
I’ve got a flair for noticing insignificant things in people and then using those things to tease them. Not every body can turn an idiosyncrasy or a trait into a bearable and inoffensive joke but i have a knack for it. I can put others in stitches because of my narratives. I’ve proved to be incurably mischievous, Sometimes, though, those diversions were very entertaining and broke the monotony of our otherwise uneventful time period. I have really really naughty anticsI do get rude at times. WhenIam in one of my MOODS i become entirely single-minded and adopt an overly insolent attitude, which can pierce people’s feelings. i’ve never directed that insulting demeanor of mine towards my really close friends but ive observed myself doing that to others. the impression i give off at that moment is that i don’t give a damn about what the other person is feeling; i just want things my own selfish way and everybody else can go to hell.
But iam not really that way. Ive learnt that iam a very loyal friend and care a lot about them . I may try to act like a tough girl but iam a complete softie.
Iam also very honest and that is always an admirable trait in anyone. I say things to peoples faces and that flusters them, people detest bluntness in other people however I think Honest people who might sound nasty are a thousand times better than 2 faced ones.
I don’t know how to handle teachers! I argue endlessly with them if I think theyre wrong. When a teacher is wrong and refuses to accept it, we shouldnot waste our breath on them. Teachers have egos, they don’t like to be corrected by mere students any one who contradicts them is immediately shifted into their black books, so I should try to be patient and stop keeping on trying to justify myself, it can only land me into trouble.
Another admirable trait in me is my moderate interest in studies. Sometimes, though, I get obsessed as well. But I think its good. Fun and studies should go together!
People love it when I use bad words. Theyre funny and entertaining because they are so aoutrageous and very unlady like but they suit me, so iam not bothering to change this habit of mine!
I’ve got a dirty sense of humour, but that becomes me too, so I should just keep it up!
I think i know how thin I am, but theres something that’s there in some overly thin ppl which isn’t there in me. I don’t look ill or malnourished despite my extremely fragile build, otherwise ppl this thin have hollow cheeks, dark circles under their eyes and a general unhealthy look about them. I was genetically made this way, so I shouldn’t worry if i don’t fatten up! iam thin but atleast iam a healthy individual full of life and vitality. The way i jump about, scream when iam delighted or excited is funny and heart warming.
my most outstanding trait is my liveliness, enthusiasm for life in general, and energy I inject into people and situations.
Monday, April 19, 2010
An evening at La'Dame merci theatre,
We, the authors of today should try to linger after the example of authors of the history, if we donot, it is probable that our chat would be thin and eager, as if delivered from a camp-stool in a parrot-house.Actually the lives of individuals today,as they were in the past, are so woven and interwoven that all the light I can command must be concentrated on this particular job and not dispersed over the tempting range of relevancies called the universe.
The new settler in Bradfordshire, Mr.Langhorn, better known to anyone interested in him than he could possibly be even to those who had seen the most of him since his arrival in the town,for surely all must admit that a man may be puffed and belauded,envied,ridiculed,counted upon,fallen in love with or atleast selected as a future husband and yet virtually remain unknown or known merely as a cluster of signs for his neighbours’ false suppositions. There was a general impression,however, that Langhorn wasn’t a common country doctor. He was twenty seven years of age and was left an orphan when he was only a small school kid.His father had provided but little provisions for 3 children and when his guardians could feel the growing passion of becoming a doctor, within him, it seemed easier to them to grant his request by apprenticing him to a country practitioner rather than to make objections to the score of family dignity. He was a vigorous individual with a ready understanding, but no spark had yet kindled in him an intellectual passion, knowledge seemed to him a very superficial affair,easily mastered; judging from the conversation of his elders he had apparently got more than what was required for a mature life.
We shouldn’t be afraid of telling over and over again that how a man comes to fall in love with a woman and be wedded to her, or else be fatally parted from her. Langhorn did not mean to be one of those failures, and there was better hope for him because his scientific interest soon took shape of a professional enthusiasm, he had a youthful belief in his bread-winning work.He carried out his studies in London and Paris with the conviction that medical profession, as it might be, was the finest in the world presenting the most finest interchange between art and science and offering the most direct alliance between science and social good.
However,once, he had been a victim of an impetuous folly.One evening, tired with his experimenting and not being able to elicit the facts he needed, he left his frogs and rabbits to some repose and went to finish his evening at La’Dame’Mercy theatre, where there was melodrama which he had already seen several times before, attracted not by the ingenious work of the collaborating authors but by an actress whose part it was to stab her lover, mistaking him for the evil-designing duke of Edinburgh.Longhorn was in love with this actress as a man is in love with a woman whom he never expects to speak to. She was a woman with dark eyes, Spanish profile and extremely furnished and polished majestic beauty, her voice was a soft cooing. She had, but lately, come to Paris, and bore a virtuous reputation Her husband, acting with her as the unfortunate lover.Longhorn’s only relaxation, now, was to go and have a look at this woman. But this evening, the old drama had its own new catastrophe. At the moment when the heroine was to act the stabbing of her lover and he was to fall gracefully, the wife veritably attacked her husband who fell as death willed. A wild shriek pierced the house and the actress fell swooning.A shriek and a swoon were demanded by the play, but this time, the swooning was too real. Longhorn leaped and climbed, he hardly knew how, on the stage and was actively in help., making the acquaintance of his heroine by finding a contusion on her head and lifting her gently in his arms.Paris rang with the story of this death-was it a murder? Some of the actress’s warmest admirers were inclined to belief in her guilt but Longhorn was not one of them. He vehemently contended for her innocence and the remote impersonal passion for her beauty had now converted into personal devotion and tender thought for her. The notion of murder was too cruel and absurd, no motive was discovered and the actress was released Longhorn by this time had had many interviews with her and found her very adorable.She talked less but that was an additional charm. She seemed melancholy and her presence seemed like a pure ray evening light.There was no doubt that he was in love with her.
“You have come all the way from Paris to find me?” she said to him the next day, sitting before him and looking at him with eyes that seemed to wonder as an untamed, ruminating animal wonders. “Are all Englishmen like that?”----“ I came because I couldnot live without trying to see you, you are lovely and I love you.I want your consent to be my wife, I’ll wait but I want you to marry only me-no one else”
She looked at him, till now he was full of rapturous certainty and so he knelt close to her on his knees,”I will tell you something”she said, “My foot really slipped”----“I know, I know, it was a fatal accident-a terrible stroke of calamity that drew me even more closer to you” Again, she paused a little and said, “I meant to do it” Longhorn turned pale and trembled, moments later he rose and stood at a distance from her. “was there some secret?some issue?” he said vehemently “he was brutal to you and you hated him?”
“No!!! He wearied me, he would not live in my country and instead forced me to live in Paris, this was just so unagreeable to me”
“Oh my Great God!” said Longhorn in a groan of horror “And you planned to murder him?”
“I didn’t plan, it came to me in the play and I meant to do it…..you are a nice young man, But I don’t like husbands,I will never have another”
Longhorn stood mute for a while and looked at her,she was the first woman to whom he had given his young adoration among the throng of criminals.Three days later, he was in his galvanism, in his Paris chambers, believing that illusions were now over for him.He was saved from hardening effects by the abundant kindness in his heart and the belief that human life should be made better. This was just an experience for him and henceforth, from now on, he would just take into consideration the scientific view of women, entertaining no such expectations that were justified before.