“But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of summer, but hot beaches and sunlight are what we yearn for all winter.”
― Joanna Franklin Bell,
“The Self Care Formula is simple. It is NITO(5R)…that is Nutrients In and Toxins Out in the 5 Realms the body works in (Mental, Emotional, Physical, Environmental and Spiritual). Unfortunately, we are doing TINO(5R) that is toxins in and nutrients out.”
― Nina Leavins
“I cut myself because you wouldn’t let me cry.
I cried because you wouldn’t let me speak.
I spoke because you wouldn’t let me shine.
I shone because I thought you loved me…”
― Emilie Autumn,
“Instead of sidewalks, why not sideruns? After all, the pace of life is faster than it has ever been, so I think our infrastructure’s nomenclature should reflect that.”
― Jarod Kintz,
The object of terrorism is terrorism. The object of oppression is oppression. The object of torture is torture. The object of murder is murder. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?” –#VkiggubgForPeace@BlogAdda
The existance of a town called Gokarna at Nepal, and a festival dedicated to it, seemed intriguing to me, particularly since I grew up listening to the story of Ravana and the Gokarna at Karnataka.
“Two and a half thousand left-handed people are killed every year using things made for right-handed people.”
― Maggie O’Farrell,
WHO has a dedicated the first week of august for breast feeding. I have shared some inputs from women who have tackled breast feeding at work place without compromising on their work.
“I am so proud of my father; he is the biggest example of success and courage I have ever seen in my life. He is the emperor of my kingdom. Of course, my father IS an emperor, his name is Asoka, the greatest emperor ruled in India. Moreover, as the name says, he is ‘without sorrow’ and the slayer of our sorrows.”
― Ama H.Vanniarachchy
“In a battle of wills, of the gods of old. For each his revenge, will he forfeit his soul. On the chess board of blood, will their narrative play. aged, innocent lives, revenge claims her way. Out of hate will come love, and love will come hate. For immortal and man, have entwined their damned fate.”
― L.A. Starkey, Deceived
Anupama Sharma’s Railonama is something that I really liked, she has collected memoirs of various travellers and curate them into a lovely anthology. Lalu Prasad Yadav says Indian Railways has immense untapped potential, in way it true. It is also true that it is a great place to document human bonding and relationship.
There was this old movie called Toofan Mail, where the title track talks of the various people travelling in the train, “Ek Duniya hai toofan mail” train is a world in itself and the nicest part of being in a train journey is it allows you to be there. At least for the moment each of us knows where we are going. At the end of the energy we go back with memories and what interests me energies that we are not even aware of alters our energy.
People who LIKE books have a favourite , people who LOVE books couldn’t possibly choose. Well so here is another of my favourites. This is what makes the book my favourite. The language is great, The wit and humor is excellent.
…Evey one has their own theory about everything, and they believed that their trugh was the only one that mattered. They spent days, nights weeks and years talking,never accepting that good or bad, an idea only exists when someone tries to put it into practise. This book by Durgadas Sampath chronicles a consultant Raju and his wife’s diverse approach to life and their, their concern for each other, through a series of experiences that takes place when Raju applies his Mangament consultation theroies to his wifes farming venture and how each time her seeming scatterbrain notions make his sound training fall right on its face.
This a book, is a favorite, because some where it tells me that the Indian writer has gone beyond the Idiotic romance books, and Indian English writing has finally come of age. — In general about favorites–one favourite does not suffice, by the time one gets to be 50 which is what I will be in an year, we keep adding favourites. Our favourite book, is always the book that speaks most directly at us at particular stage in our lives. And lives change. We have other favourites that gives us what we most need at that particular time. But we never lose the old favourites. They’re with us. we just sort of accumulate them.
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