TT

Has anybody noticed that TT is not a glamorous game?? It is kind of strange when 2 guys are playing TT and none of the girls appreciate the effort involved in playing it. I have a strange doubt that this is because the TT ball is too small. Which girl wants to see a game which involves small balls??

In contrast take the most famous game in US. Football. The ball is literally 1 foot in length. Apart from the ball, nothing much happens on the field. People shove each other and try to get hold of the ball. (Similar to RV students trying to get out of a BMTC bus at RV stop). And look at the number of girls flock to the game. Amazing.


While the poor TT chap keeps banging the ball to the table (hey .. No crooked thinking!!) the football player will be drowning in the group of beautiful cheerleaders.

There is no justice in this world..

Scout Song

While I was searching for the Row,row...rhyme, I found this. ;O)

God Bless My Underwear
tune: God Bless America

God bless my underwear, my only pair.
Stand beside them, and guide them,
Through the rips, through the holes, through the tears.
From the washer, to the dryer, to the clothesline in the air.
God bless my underwear, my only pair.

http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/godblessunderwear.html

HB

Yay! hurrah! Can I move on now?
Earlier when I was a kid, I was so excited about my birthday. As it happens, eventually and to everybody, the whole birthday thing is kinda souring out. Well, not completely, not when one gets an iPod nano as a gift! Hehehehehe! :O) :O) :O)
I can't stop beaming since I got that..So this one has been super-exceptional on the gift scale!
So many people called me yesterday and today. Thanks all you people! Its nice to know that people do care..

So does one have to make a big deal about birthdays?I like to think birthdays as a "special day"-one day where you realise how many near and dear ones you have, and celebrate the fact that one survived a year!,on this mortal earth. Give your thanks, count your blessings,say your sorries(err, dont ask me if I did that!)
and move on. So much more to face, so much more to do (err-me talking abt my lab reports!)

Reminds me of a nursery rhyme-
Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.

Every child's dream come true

This was every child's dream come true. Yeah, children of mysore have seen elephants during dasara but the mild obedient ones which gladly take a banana from the children. Not an elephant which tries to hijack a bus.

Can you write an excellent caption for this??



Some of mine:
Hold on!! I want to go to Kuvempunagar too!!
Which door should I use??
Shouldnt she be using the elephant crossings??

Let me see how many more captions you guys can think..

Story at Deccanherald archives

My sleep analysis...

have put a new post on my blog about my sleep analysis over the last week...Click here to view the post.

and please to put comments there, not here!!

Holi the new story

Long time ago, Mr Shiva alias Rudra (who also goes by many other names) was sitting on one of the mountains of himalayas with his Sony Vaio(with Gentoo) on his lap. He had his abode covered by his wireless ISP and hence never felt like leaving it. Being tech savvy and not having much to do on a remote himalayan place, he was always hooked on to yahoo messenger,gmail,blogger,slashdot and orkut round the clock.

Meanwhile parvati was a well broughtup girl of an aristrocatic family. Her father owned most of the real estate in and around himalayas. He had brought the land when bangalore was booming with IT industries and had became rich overnight when all the IT industries decided to move to himalayas. Parvati was thus well fed and after getting incredible 35% in 12th, she was gifted a BE Computer Science seat in one of the best colleges in himalayas. Natural as it is, she was introduced to yahoo messenger and orkut.

One day Shiva was astonished to see a friend request from an unknown girl called Parvathi. Apparently he was delighted. It was his second friend request from a girl. He immediately accepted her request and started using orkut to chat with her. The friendship gradually improved also with the scrap count exceeding 1000. It was when parvati made her next move. She indicated to Shiva that she is interested and sent a teaser and adder to her crush list. Poor shiva never understood these advances and happily neglected it. It was when Kama, a mutual friend entered the scene.

Having been in deep love with Rathi, Kama was determined to get more people to suffer like him. Hence seeing the oppurtunity blossom around him, took his latest Ipod nano and made way for Shiva's abode.

Shiva was unusually busy with a blog post that day. He was determined to write something but ideas were not flowing. Also his ISP decided to irritate him by blocking blogger. Kama had chosen the worst time.

So when Kama entered Shiva's apartment with colorful hawaiian shirt, blazing hip-hop music and Christina Aguilera posters, Shiva couldnt tolerate any more and set fire to Kama's behinds. Later realizing his mistake and with charming Rathi explaing the matter, he extinguished the fire,let Kama off and proposed to Parvathi through phone which she accepted immediately.

Thus born was the festival of holi when people applied color to others and burned their a**es off.
(The "Holika" version of the story will come out soon)


Happy Holi!!!!!

Mother of 300 children

To be among the rural karnataka is a wonderful experience. Gentle people with great knowledge create an atmosphere of happiness. There are lot of them who are famous for their work and yet there are a some, though unnoticed, have worked for the welfare of others selflessly. One of such work towards humanity can be seen at the 4km strech of road between Hulikal and kudur.

The road looks normal at the beggining. But as time passes by, yoou can hear the birds chirping, a cool breeze on your body and a sense of joy. Yes you are standing among the children of Timmakka and Chikkanna. They greet each passerby with the same happiness throughout the year.




She was named "Timmakka(ತಿಮ್ಮಕ್ಕ)" but people call her by the name "Saalu marada timmakka(ಸಾಲು ಮರದ ತಿಮ್ಮಕ್ಕ)". Like most of the older generation, she is not educated formally. At a young age, she was married to Chikkanna who was a landless labourer. As years passed by, it became evident that they may never have any children. One day they both decided to plant trees and raise them as children.
Unlike most of us who choose our gardens for planting a tree, the couple choose the 4km streach of dusty road. They selected the peepul [ficus religiosa] exclusively, and raised baby trees in a tiny nursery. And then off they went to plant them.

Chikkanna then built thorn guards around their little wards. The plants had to be watered everyday till they established, then, every three days for an year and later every week until they were 10 years old. Every morning they would set out, Thimmakka with a pot on her head and another on a hip and Chikkanna's load of two pots hanging from the ends of a pole over his shoulder. They refilled the pots from wells and ponds along the way - in all about 40 to 50 pots a day.

Every year they planted 15 to 20 new plants until finally they had covered the whole of the 4km between Hulikal and Kudur. Chikkanna quit working for a wage to keep a vigil on his young trees and to water them. He patrolled the stretch, shooed off cattle and watered the trees.

45 years have passed by, and the children of Thimakka stand tall and proud greeting passers by and offering them cool shade. They are the 300 children of Chikkanna and thimmakka.

Thanks to http://www.goodnewsindia.com for most of the content.

Ideas please

Now I came to know what a blogger's block is :). Have ben trying to bring up a post for a week now but every blog idea looks horible after few lines. So here comes the shameless request..
Can anybody suggest some good subject to write on?? Leave your ideas in the comment box please..