Variety is the spice of life

Adrian asks Rocky "Why you want to be a fighter". Rocky replies, in his typical twang " because i cant sing or dance". "Adrian, i never asked you not to be a woman. Dont ask me to stop being a man. I am a fighter and i have to fight" "I am dumb and you are shy..We sure do make a real sharp couple of coconuts" "Because i dont think you can win" cries Adrian. "No, maybe I can't win, maybe the only thing I can do is just take everything he's got. But to beat me, he's gonna have to kill me, and to kill me, he's gonna have to have the heart to stand in front of me, and to do that, he's gotta be willing to die himself and I don't know if he's ready to do that. I don't know, I don't know." and he goes away. Let me be honest. I am not a big fan of Stallone. All his movies are predictable. He gets bashed to a pulp but somehow manages to scrap through beating the villain in the end. But Rocky and Ramb

There is this song in Forrest Gump, which i am sure every single Tom Hanks fan knows by heart. The lyrics goes like.."To everything Turn Turn Turn..there is a season Turn Turn Turn..and a time for every purpose under heaven". I remember having a post on the song. The theme of the song is that, there is always a time for everything. A right time, to be more precise and guess there is a tamil saying too which agrees with this one - "Paruvathay payir sei". I recently experienced something which reminded me of this song. If you get something for which you were waiting for almost 2 decades..supposed to be a happy occasion right? That too if that thing was something which was/is very dear to you and you were desperate to get your hands on it. Well,Here is the reason for this post. The latest release from Lion comics, the collectors edition of the XIII series - "RATHA PADALAM" in tamil. When it was launched around 18 years back, well..that was a time i was so cr

To err is human,They say. To repeatedly err? Probably they would call it Gils i guess. Here is to the reason why. "Gils i've volunteered your name for this new training program." "Ehcuseme saar..isnt NOMINATE the right word?" "Nominate panna evanda poreenga..athaan i volunteered you. You attend the session on behalf of the team and impart the wisdom back to the team once your session is over" and so beamed the damager. "But saar..me no interest in conducting Sunday mass for the team" "Sunday mass?? this is a training on corporate crap. You the mistake" "The only training i am going to get by attending this session is going to be on Prayer..Praying for dear life as to when its going to get over. And if you want me to share it with the team wouldnt it be akin to conducting sermon on sunday mass?" Damager gives that look which ladies does nowadays looking at onion prices. "Gils..you have two choices..either you go or you

A typical Sunday mass -an usual motley bunch of people who had came in to sing paeans to their Lord. Soon they lost themselves in the choir which reverberated across the entire chapel. Everyone were getting soaked in the divinity of the voices. But one mind alone was thinking a wee bit different. No doubt that person also was attracted towards the choir recital. But his thoughts were bordering on the inquisitive spirit leave alone spiritual. His young mind was curious to understand the magic of the voice which captivated everyone in the chapel. He was eager to know why the same voice is felt less pronounced while in an open area than in an closed space. He was frantic to find out where the sound went missing. He wanted to know if the same effect can be felt had they not been standing inside the crowded chapel. He wanted to experience the same feeling however far and apart he was. He wanted the same experience to be enjoyed by millions of people at the same time irrespective of wherever

We live in torrid times. The entire Arab world is in turmoil. Regimes are getting toppled like cardboard decks and protesting crowds are touching record count with each country out running the other. The conspiracy theorists are having a field day by projecting the western world as reason for this downfall. I fail to understand which is the better option. Dictator or unjust monarch, under whom the country has a stable, yet with curbs on freedom Vs so called democratic system where its free fall down the drain. I've nothing against the democratic system. Yet somehow it never seemed to me as a possible form of governance. Any country, which claims itself to be democratic, to me, is probably burying itself under layers of hypocrisy. The three legs of democracy: Of the people - definitely yes, by the people - always a microscopic group which projects its kith and kin, for the people - never exists. Though people might blame dynastic politics for the second leg's downfall, even at a

Got this as a fwd. Apart from specific points..i agree with the dad's view on majority of the points. ***** Oct. 25th, 2007 07:02 am Dad speaks, Simi listens and Life just goes on! "Karthik, dinner's ready." My mom called out while I was listening to My Sacrifice by Creed on Radio City. She came near and in a low voice said, "I told your dad about it." I felt like a 10,000 volt stupor hit me! "What?" I was flabbergasted, "Ma, I wanted to tell him myself. I had it all planned out. You've just...god! You women kind can never keep secrets, can you? Ok, what did he say?" I asked anxiously. "He said nothing. Probably he wouldn't even talk to you about it until you start." I knew it was going to be a bad night. Heated arguments, sentimental issues, guilt pricking and unwanted tensions; we had had none of these in our house. But I saw it all coming down in one night. At the dinner table It took me sometime to come out of my bed

Once there was a king who received a gift of two magnificent falcons from Arabia. They were peregrine falcons, the most beautiful birds he had ever seen. He gave the precious birds to his head falconer to be trained. Months passed and one day the head falconer informed the king that though one of the falcons was flying majestically, soaring high in the sky, the other bird had not moved from its branch since the day it had arrived. The king summoned healers and sorcerers from all the land to tend to the falcon, but no one could make the bird fly. He presented the task to the member of his court, but the next day, the king saw through the palace window that the bird had still not moved from its perch. Having tried everything else, the king thought to himself, "May be I need someone more familiar with the countryside to understand the nature of this problem." So he cried out to his court, "Go and get a farmer." In the morning, the king was thrilled to see the falcon so