Banana Split Thoughts!
Are you wondering what the title conveys? Well, Banana Split is my favourite icecream and my character resembles it. I have created this blog to put forth my thoughts about myself, about people who I come across everyday and how they touched my life, how I enjoy nature, my life and my passion towards sketching, photography, writing Tamil Kavidhaigal. There are quite some interesting things that I would love to share and ramble on , which you may also like and relate to. Please keep watching!
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Catherine Zeta Jones
Sunday, August 21, 2005
To Love and to be Loved is the greatest Happiness...
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags.
After 1 week , the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game.
The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"
Moral of the story:
Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a life time. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!
Life is to be fortified by many friendships.
To love & to be loved is the greatest happiness.
Fate determines who comes into our lives. The heart determines who stays...
A truly nice story which I have come across in recent times... After reading this, I have started to love people whom I like and forget about people who are not in my wavelength... Its better to forget them rather than hate them!... You have less time to love more people!... If you like someone, tell them how much you like them... Life is short, Try to make it as sweet as possible... :-)... Keep smiling... Life will smile upon you...
God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted! But...
I came across these words in a forward mail... Thought I can share something good with others... As one of my friends described these, the words are simply "Beautiful". Worth reading...
When I Asked God for Strength
He Gave Me Difficult Situations to Face
When I Asked God for Brain & Brown
He Gave Me Puzzles in Life to Solve
When I Asked God for Happiness
He Showed Me Some Unhappy People
When I Asked God for Wealth
He Showed Me How to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Favors
He Showed Me Opportunities to Work Hard
When I Asked God for Peace
He Showed Me How to Help Others
God Gave Me Nothing I Wanted
He Gave Me Everything I Needed
- Swami Vivekananda
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Sunday, August 07, 2005
An evening at beach!
It was Friendship Sunday and I took my bike to visit my buddy ;-). It was a very pleasant evening with clouds all over the sky. People were expecting a shower.. But I knew it wouldn’t ..since I am in Chennai and not in Mumbai… ofcourse there is nothing to lose even if it does!So I reached my buddy’s place at 5:30 in the evening. I was a bit early and it was not soo crowded. It has been long time since my foot touched those tiny sand granules with shells strewn all over her body(It was nice to see the lovely streach of sand.. with sheel strewn all over). I walked for about ten to fifteen minutes to catch a glimpse of the rushing waves. My eyes were lit with a sense of joy and happiness to see my best old buddy after a long time. she came running to give me a hug . I didn’t venture into the water. I just sat in front of my buddy and it was nice to see her run towards me and then again recede back.. The sand was wet and my childhood memories of building a fort came into my mind. Sometimes I feel it is necessary to unleash the child within us. I started to build my favorite fort with a tunnel underneath. It was real fun. The skies started to drizzle a bit, may be showering the praise on my friendship between my friend and me. I requested the clouds not to shower, as I wanted to spend some more time with my buddy. Well, as if my request came true, the drizzle stopped a minute.
I was watching my buddy for a long time. She was making others smile. I was really happy to see how many people come to see her. The fun they have watching her, playing with her and trying to get her hug (waves :-). There were many youngsters, families and children were playing with her. Youngsters were playing different games and some of them were just taking a stroll. Infants taking their tiny steps on the sand and they were trying their best not to fall down and some of them were playing with the sand and wondering what those shells were. Children were flying kites to adorn her beautiful sky. Lovers were enjoying their moments. Families have gathered to enjoy their weekend. I bet this is the only place were everbody enjoys the most! I know my friend will be there always to make everyone happy and I will also be visiting her when I feel lonely. She won’t let me down at any moment jus like how my best friends are. I wished her a very Happy Friendship day and left her with a happy note, still she was trying to hug me. I said, “I will, but later.”
Friday, August 05, 2005
Skip a Heartbeat!
I was approaching the UTI bank signal in Annanagar. I could see that counter showing 45 seconds for the next green signal. I slowed my vehicle before the stop line. I don't cross the line unless green/yellow light flashes. I was the lone person standing on the line since the signal changed from yellow to red the moment I reached the stop line. Slowly few other vehicles joined me for the race to begin! Race??? Yep, with all the guys around me giving full throttle as if they were preparing for a formula-one bike race. There were girls too with their Scooty’s!. I usually don’t try to get attention by raising the throttle. Still the timer says 32 seconds left for the race to start but already a guy began with a false start. He just skipped the signal with timer still reading 28 seconds! Couple more guys followed suit with him in the first phase of race. I could only pity them. Can’t they wait for 28 seconds? Is life not important to them??? If not, what are they hurrying to reach for? Is he hurrying to meet Girl Friend or Work??? Or is he trying to impress others around??? Because most of the guys who just whizzed past me might be in their early twenties. Can’t she or the work wait for him for 28 seconds??? Who is he trying to impress with his life put into risk in those 28 seconds??? The countdown was reaching 5 seconds and everyone has already started. I can hear the vehicles honking behind me. Well, I had the guts to stay until the timer read zero and the red light turned blank to give way to the green. If you think, that whizzing past the stop line when the red light is flashing is more courageous. Nope I don’t think so. It is braver to stand against all those honking than skip a line.
I saw the watch it read 8:56. I know that I can’t cover the next two kilometers within 4 minutes that too with so many curves. I knew my practice in “Road Rash” game would come handy one day! Well, I am not rash driver and I don’t drive my bike where only a cycle could get past. I drove watchfully. I reached office to see my watch read 9:01 am. Well, I didn’t worry about reaching office late because I didn’t lose anything in that 1 minute.
The next day morning there was a small column in the newspaper that read, “Motorist hit by a lorry skipping the signal”. My heart skipped a beat. Just imagine how many hearts would have skipped a beat just because one person skipped a stop line.
“If you cannot change yourself, No one else can change you.”
Monday, August 01, 2005
Why Banana Split?
I know most of you have not come across the Banana Split Icecream. First, I will describe what the icecream is made of. For those who think a dollar is a lot of money, hold your breath... it's a 50 indian bucks icecream .... Its quite large and if you are not very fond of icecreams, you better have someone to share it with you.
A Scoop each of vanilla, chocolate and pista, flavor the sliced banana pieces at the bottom of the bowl with nuts strewn on top of the icecreams. It is served either with cherries or wafers on top and some syrup of the three icecream flavors.. Most often you won't see the banana slices.
I have two versions of the same ice cream. So You have seen and heard much about the ice cream, what does it have to do with my character. Good Question :)... Here is the answer to it...
I am pretty similar to the icecream : as soft as the banana slices within. Most often people don't notice it. Sometimes I laugh and joke with people : this charecteristic I would describe as being pure and white like the vanilla flavor”. Sometimes I romance with nature: this could be called being as sweet as chocolate. Sometimes I get angry and my face turns red : can be called as red as strawberry. Well, Strawberry is not too red and also my anger doesn't last very long. You might think I am tough and not friendly on first look like the nuts strewn on the icecream but the nuts also add flavor to the icecream. I may also crumble like the wafers spread on it. I am very emotional at times. Initially it will be nice to get along with me. But If you don't get to know my character very well, its difficult because the icecream melts and all the characters will combine together. You don't know when each character appears in me! For my best friends, I am still a best friend and a character who they know very well and can easily tell which character I am in at any given time. Well, I am not a split personality. I am an ordinary human most often misunderstood by my behaviours! :) I also make a very good friend for those who trust me. :)
I hope this answers the question. Here is another version of the icecream!
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Well my first chance came in the sixth over, I dived full length to my right but I couldn't reach the ball and ended up giving a run to the batsman. After the first drinks break, the opponent was cruising with their sixers & fours and there was an offering to me from one of the batsman (who had hit a six the previous ball!) for a diving catch. This time I didn't want to make a mistake and I ended up diving to my right, full lenthth again, to end up taking the catch. At last, I did it but the moment was not captured since the camcorder was switched off when that ball was delivered :((... It was very disheartening to hear that. Still, I had the satisfaction of doing something nice which I always liked to do whenever I play a cricket match at any ground spread with grass.
Still the Jhonty is within me, Everytime he dives, there is a new fan for Jhonty! When I dive, I get mocked by audience who call out "Jhonty!" I like to hear it because I am being compared to my idol in fielding.
Next time, when you see me at any cricket match. I hope that to showcase my idol within!
Showing seven to symbolize the seventh victory in Tour de France
Do you recognise him? He is Lance Armstrong. If you got him correct, give a pat to yourself. In the land of monopoly sport, "Cricket", he might go unnoticed very easily. I was not a very big fan of cycling, but he made me follow what the game is all about. He is a kind of idol to me not only just because of his seven victories in Tour de France but the way he struggled for life and defeated death by surviving from testical cancer with his sheer will power, where as doctors gave him only a 40% chance of survival. People here talk about comebacks of great players from their injuries and their survival in the sport with their marvellous returns. I wouldn't say that those aren't great feat but I would like to people know that there are far more better achievements done in the sports arena. Lance Armstrong after defeating the death had won this year's Tour de France championship, which is considered the highest tournament in cycling parlance, seventh time continously. Though it's a team effort but still what he has achieved is really awesome and unbelievable. Even if someone has to overcome his feat, still it's eight long years away!!! Doesn't he the greatest? For me, he is... I admire him...
Pencil Sketchings by Me!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Ooty - Queen of Hills
Wanna take a break from the busy city life? I bet the best place to spend your vacation peacefully would be in Ooty. Wonderful Place to keep yourself away from the scorching sun, the increasing pollution and deteriorating beauty of nature in the day to day city life. Well, a couple of months back I thought that it was right time for me to take a break from the usual mechanical life. So I took a four days vacation and packed my bags to enjoy myself at the palace of "Queen of Hills". There is no wonder why people call it as "Queen of Hills".
I made myself clear that I didn't want to spend time in the usual tourist spots. I wanted to enjoy the beauty of nature and also planned well give some to treat to the lens of my newly bought digital camera (Canon Poweshot S1 IS). The camera had been longing to see a heaven on earth to capture the moments within itself.