For the coffee lovers...

A misty, rainy morning

the sleep back to bed for me.

My coffee drips invitingly.

My current book lies dog-eared at stopping place,

from last personal quality time.

What else can I do but plump my pillowsand climb in?

You would too.

With hot libation, and mental laxation,

peace is mine.

Love Thyself !!!!

One thing to tell u guys, LOVE THYSELF.!!!
Living is the process of continous rebirth and most of die before we are fully born!!!

Every day when u wake up in the morning, stand in the front of the mirror and give yourself a kiss, say that "I am the best" ...

I say "how can you cut on your fats if you dont have them??":P stop restricting yourself from lovely creamy food..!! yummmmm so give yourrrself tasty deserts ...;)

Value the things you have rather than grouching about the ones that u dnt..!

If I truly love one person, I love all persons,

I love the world, I love life.

If I can say to someone "I love you",

I must be able to say "I love in you everybody,

I love through you the world,

I love in you also myself."

--I love my life...
I love myself and so i can love my surroundings... :)

The Charoli tree

I have a lovely garden cultivated and it feels so fresh in the evenings just to sit on the “jhoola” and swinging in the sweet thoughts or long telephonic conversations or munching upon the nuts dried in solar cooker.. :P

Just when I was having a nice time as it drizzled in this month of april heat, I saw the huge giant tree called ‘charoli’ (I don’t know its biological or English name either) which shedded its leaves and these pretty looking leaves were being sprinkled over the lawn of my garden..! I was just enjoying this amalgamation of green and light brown color ( this reminded me of the raisins over the cake, ummmm, lemme also relate that electron theory too- electrons are like raisins over the cake on an atom) ( now I started remembering my 11th std days……)

Just then, I went out to buy a packet of maggy from some nearby shop, and voila, I met my 11th std chemistry sir who used to take our laboratory sessions..!
Well, the moral of the story is----> nething in excess is not good.. (wondering how come such moral came here??)

Me and my sir just talked about the wacky things of the lab sessions, I remember, when I was suppose to add hardly 2-5 droplets of some chemical, I added to filling the flask almost (by mistake :P) resulting into the black output instead of pink. Now wat to do?? Slowly I moved towards the ceramic sink and poured the sin into the gutter to start off again..;) And not to forget those countless test tubes which are no more today grace à moi..! once I felt pretty sorry for the sodium crystal thrown in the sink resulting into a booom ( did I really :o )…

Coming back to the charoli tree, the next day, almost the same time, same scene, I was worried for these leaves.. Waht if the start growing?? These leaves have a seed in them.. this can spoil the look of the lawn.. :P

My dear diary!!

A neologism to my antilogy

Far here I stand,
Want to smack, want to whack
The pretty me fighting with the other shade of mine,
From “on the edge” of the this endless circular magnet,
Now I step out to see the vim.
And like the wax melted, my outer shell did,
Fine! So I get to see very me..!!
Its not the wings that can make me an angel,
lemme fly the bats aaout of my mind,
But some magnet still pulls me in
Am holding myself within
Not looking back again,
I would just kick your ass to disdain.. :P

bake dish with LASCARS>>> ;)

Well, this dish came to me wen I had to empty the bagfull of pastas lying in my kitchen drawer since i dnt knw how long..!!! Y not share and didtribute them.!![;)]

Raw Materials:

three people (in case if you get bored)

pastas (check the expiry date first..!)
refined flour(maida)

salt

sugar

pineapple(make sure its not rotten, that makes ur pastas bitter..:P)
water
milkI shall not mention the quantity, its upto you..

Process:

Boil the pastas. While boiling , add a bit of salt to it. On other side, dilute wholesome amount of maida into the milk ,add a bit of sugar to it. Now heat this mixture till thick. Be careful about the lump formations. Add your boiled pastas and the rotten pineapples. Put the entire mess into the microwave untill your sprinkled cheeze is totally burnt to black and finally, serve with lots of ketchup till red..(you've got to have some taste afterall):P

Result:

i wush i cud upload smell and taste too.

NOTE : BEST MADE WHEN 3AM

A conversationist to the core.

“I have don't find anything to say,” said the person who never existed.
“ Neither don't I,” said the person who wasn’t there, in response to something else...
I’m feeling so bored
Will I ever finish this even?
Oh, I just did it!!

"Precious" are few things...

You are not my mirror,
But how can you reflect my thoughts?
You are not quinine
But how can you still sooth my disease?
You are not an author
How yet can you play with words??
You are not a gun
But why then, your statements hit like a bullet to strike the rightest point?
You are not the roof
How can you make me feel sheltered in the rains?
You are not an armor
But why do I feel so secured with you?
You are not a drug
Then why am I addicted to you??
You are not 'The air'
Still why does your absence suffocate me?
You are not a tissue,
Why do I need you the most for my tears?
Who are you??
My strength?
Or my weakness?