This dint come out well but wrote it in all of 5 min
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How hypocritical is this life
Under the clout of being civilized and diplomatic
When talking about ones ugly wife
“You make a fine pair” we remark being sarcastic
Instead of telling his hair his turning gray
We say he shows sign of wisdom and continue the glue
What kind of mockery of the self is this play?
Where to maintain a false dignity we continue to shrink
You child looks just like you we say
When the child is “ok looking” we think
Shouldn’t speaking once mind be the way
Or should we continue to shrink as often as we blink
Am not suggesting to hurt someone being blunt
But help them with your opinion being frank
Don’t make in some ones heart a dent
But nevertheless voice your opinion be frank
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--Badri--
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There was a World wide survey of "Most Embarrassing Moment in human life"
the finale had the following three incidents....
Third Place
"It was the day before my eighteenth birthday. I was living at home, but my parents had gone out for the evening, so I invited my girlfriend over for a romantic night alone. As we lay in bed after making love, we heard the telephone ringing downstairs. I suggested to my girlfriend that I give her a piggy-back ride to the phone. Since we didn't want to miss the call, we didn't have time to get dressed. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, the lights suddenly came on and a whole crowd of people yelled "SURPRISE!".
My entire family, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins and all of my friends were standing there ! My girlfriend and I were frozen to the spot in a state of shock and embarrassment for what seemed like an eternity.
Since then, no-one in my family has planned a surprise party again
Second Place
"While in line at the bank one afternoon, my kid decided to release some pent-up energy and started to run amuck. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she didn't start behaving herself right now, she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee(dick) last night!".
The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing! I mustered the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing that I heard as the door closed behind me were the screams of laughter.
And the Winner is...
This one actually happened at Harvard University in October last year.
In a biology class, the professor was discussing the high glucose levels found in semen. A young female (freshman), raised her hand and asked, "If I understand what you are saying, there is a lot of glucose in male semen, as in sugar?" "That's correct." responded the professor, going on to add much statistical data. Raising her hand again, the sweet young thing asked, "Then why doesn't it taste sweet?".
After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing, the poor girl turned bright red and as she realized exactly what she had inadvertently said(or rather implied), she picked up her books without a word and walked out of the class, and never returned.
However , as she was going out of the door, the professor's reply was a classic. Totally straight- faced, he answered her question, "It doesn't taste sweet because the taste-buds for sweetness are on the tip of your tongue and not in the back of your throat!
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--Badri--
This is a lovely song, listen to it, very romantic if u can understand the lyrics. Great singing by the singers too. One of my all time favorites but had almost forgotten abt it till my mind started humming it this morning.
One fan of the song while talking abt the song at musicplug.in says "when you miss your real loved one it is so soothing to the mind and the heart telling it out of experience"
Nenje nenje nerungividu
nijangalil kalanthu vidu
Nenje neje ninainthuvidu
Nigalnthathai maranthuvidu
Kangalai vitruthan oviyama
Venneeril meengal thungooma
kanneeril kaathal vaaluma
nenje nenje, nenje nenje
Penne penne un valaiyal ennaku oru vilangallavo
katrukku sirai ennavo
Thanmaanathil thalaiyai vitru
Kaathalil naan vaalevo
Kan moodi naan thoogavo
Unnai enni mul virithu padukavum pazhagi konden
En mel yaarum kal erinthaal sirikavum pazhagi konde
Sogaithai maraithen uyir vali poruthen
sugathai ethuvo suttathadi indre
Nenje nenje nerungividu
nijangalil kalanthu vidu
Nenje neje ninainthuvidu
Nigalnthathai maranthuvidu
Katti vaittha kaatre vanthu vidu
Kaigal rendai enthinen
Kaathal pitchai ketkiren
Anbe anbe nee pirinthaal kangalil malai varume
Katrainai kai vidume
Vithai alinthe sedi varume
sippigal udaintha pinne
muthukkal kai vaarume
Kaathal raaja ondril koduthaal innondril uyir varume
Unnai konjam vittu koduthaal kaathalil sugam varume
Astamanam ellam nirantharam alle
Merkil vithaithal kilakinil mulaikum
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Thanks to sounder at musicplug.in for the lyrics
--Badri--
Aug 21 2003 , slightly intimated by things that were in store and still recovering from a recent illness I set foot in my first IT(software) job . A small step for me , a giant turnaround for my life. Yday I completed 4 years in IT and when I look back at all that has happened, although there were mixed emotions the one that seems to dominate is a sense of tragedy. :) .
No jokes, well there is lot of money, too much comfort, some thinking to do and all that, but at the end of a day when u take life as a whole its so much beyond what one can do in an IT job. There is no feeling of having grown, nah promotions and change in title are trivial, meaningless things, like toys to kids, they can be fun for a while but in the long wrong they really arent signs of growth. Growth in salary is always good but if rs.1k increase means u are growing then when do u decide u have fully grown. Then there is responsibility growth but after 4yrs in IT and coming to place where i manage some small projects i am always left wondering how thats responsible. Sure there are people dying out there, children who are homeless and hungry and me writing java code or monitoring 10 people writing java code that monitors phone calls is responsible. I dont mean to sound caring and all that , I am perhaps the most selfish guy u will come across. My point is that there is no feeling of accomplishment in IT.
May be its me , may be its the works i have done, may be its just the fate that was aligned that way. Wateva it may be i am left feeling its been 4 yrs of tragedy and a life full of potential is being forced to run in directions it shudnt be and speeds much slower than it can. :) :) :) :) :)
unnum puriyalaya confused me tooo ;-)
cheers,
--Badri--
P.S: I celebrated yday with headache, bad health and moodiness .
There are things I have done that I dont wanna repeat
Like returning your rose and saying,'no thanks u keep it'
Not sure why at that time it seemed right
To avoid you and start our fight
Now when i call, u you wudnt say hi
But through the phone i can hear you cry
Is it cos you realize that I didn't mean to hurt you
Or because you can still feel the love i have for you
I never ever doubted if u were virtuous
And got all hyper only cos I got jealous
Whatever the reason was i know i was wrong
Our love, a beautiful flower i crushed with anger so strong
In mere words i shall not be able to express my apology
But please understand that without you i am bereft of all logy
come back to me even if you are gonna be late
For baby now i am convinced, even if it takes a hundred years -you are worth the wait
cheers,
--Badri--
I salute the Indian Heroes of freedom movement who lived and died for our Country and Independence.
JAI HIND!!! MERA BHARATH MAHAN!!!
cheers,
--Badri--
MODERN HEIGHTS
Height of Fashion?
Dhoti with a zip.
Height of Secrecy?
Offering blank visiting cards.
Height of Active laziness?
Asking for a lift to house while on a morning walk.
Height of Craziness?
Getting a blank paper Xeroxed.
Height of Forgetfulness?
Seeing the mirror and trying to recollect when you saw him / her last.
Height of Stupidity?
A man looking through a keyhole of a glass door.
Height of Honesty?
A pregnant woman taking one and a half ticket.
Height of Suicide?
A dwarf jumping from the footpath on the road.
Height of De-hydration?
A cow giving milk powder.
ORKUT HEIGHTS
Height of isolation?
Two persons sitting side by side using scraps to communicate with each
other.
Height of cowardice?
Two persons fighting through scraps.
Height of helplessness?
Receiving no scraps for a week.
Height of frustration?
The scrap server being down.
Height of carelessness?
writing a love scrap and doing a ‘send all.
Height of achievement:?
A person sending scaps to a girl wanting to become friends and getting
a reply.
Height of timepass?
A person sending scap to himself.
Heigtht of expectation?
Sending indian cricket team an e-mail, wishing them to win a match .
Height of repetition?
Forwarding an scrap to someone and receiving the same scrap forwarded
back to you by some one in the receiving chain.
Height of browsing?
U r swimming in the water tank and shout “f1 f1 f1?” Instead of
shouting “help” when u are unable to swim
Height of my dosti?
i always scrap,u don’t
Height of having no work?
Reading others scrapbook
ADULT HEIGHTS:
Disclaimer : Might contain offensive material, not intended for non-adults
Height of Patience ?
A naked woman lying down with her legs apart under a banana tree.
Height of Frustration ?
A boxer trying to scratch his balls
Height of Innocence ?
A teenage girl applying Clearasil to her nipple
Height of Unemployment ?
Cobwebs in the hole of the prostitute
Height of Laziness ?
A guy lying on a girl and waiting for an earthquake to do the rest
Height of Competition?
A guy peeing beside a waterfall
Height of Sophistication ?
Sucking nipples with a straw
Height of Disgust ?
While wiping after a good toilet dump, your finger pokes thru the paper
Height of Technology ?
Condom with a zip
Height of Trouble ?
A one handed man hanging from a cliff and his ass itching
