Another email...
" A Priest dies & is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates.
Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket & jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who are you, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not?
The guy replies: I am Pandi, Auto driver from Chennai !
God consults his ledger, smiles & says to Pandi: Please take this silken robe & gold scarf & enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am Pope's Assistant so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger & says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe & enter the Kingdom of Heaven ...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul mouthed, rash driving Auto Driver is given a Silken robe & a Golden scarf and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe?'
'Results my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove his Auto, people PRAYED.'
Moral of the story: It's PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately counts. "
How True!!!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The 30th Birthday
Today one of us turned 30, but nothing has changed in the world... Its the same me,the same you,the people we trust,, how can one forget the chocolate, the chocolate still tastes the same..chocolacious, we still get high on food, and how can we ever forget wot butter-scotch ice-cream does to us. Its just another secret to be hidden away from the world.
And u know what, u can promise the world that you are going to use less bio fuel( I mean the wax), and lit only 1 candle all ur life from now on...:).
Hey Friend.. Happy Birthday.. You are always going to be the same chirpy giggly cute little friend you are... To the best.. Be happy always...
And u know what, u can promise the world that you are going to use less bio fuel( I mean the wax), and lit only 1 candle all ur life from now on...:).
Hey Friend.. Happy Birthday.. You are always going to be the same chirpy giggly cute little friend you are... To the best.. Be happy always...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Make Believe!!!
The thought which strikes me the most these, what will I choose to be if I do get a opportunity to transform into someone else… (Whatever will be will be…..)
Well I never knew till yesterday I had one such opportunity which I did make the best of. The chatting and the so called socio connection (Views May Differ) had really gotten into me for the past year. But this one, I really wasn’t to be bothered. Well and that is how it began. Out of the blue, someone pings me, says he got my id from ORKUT and starts pestering with loads of questions.
Ignoring didn’t help, this guy shud be made of something stronger, rather than the usual stuff (U see the dirt and the sand) coz the insults didn’t put him off either from asking “none-of-his-business” questions and I had to figure out a way to surpass this, I thot about the shortest words in the dictionary so I cud refrain myself from typing.
So I started working for Press with HT and stayed in Kolkata… LOL. That was all I said if I remember it well. And forgot all about it...until yesterday... :D
Believe me I didn’t quite know I still knew him, but hey its me!! And what came later which made me smile the whole day. He thought I was a student of Mass Communication, Literature or Journalism, working for Times Of India, and writing a column “Nitty Gritty”, I have to say its so very creative of him, nice guy ;). The worst of all( OR the best for me) , during our truthful conversation( I really mean truthful, Honest) I told him I assist my Dad and I don’t have a particular profile.
Well, so here I was.. ahem.. Daughter of the Mr. Owner, Times Of India working in Somajiguda. And so I had to know a lot about websites to pick up stuff from, had to have info about Stocks; and other boring stuff but doesn’t it sound cool… Me, the Journalist/ Miss Next Owner :D
Tip: If you really want someone to be good to u, FLATTER THEM. Say something nice... they are bound to come around. ;)) . And so was I.
And since then I have been dwelling on this thot, who wud I want to be.
Probably someone who doesn’t even know how to boil water (Kalp Laughs), Or someone who can use the makeup brush in the best possible way known to humans, Or a Fairy who grants all wishes(*** Conditions Apply :)) Or Princess Rapunzel( I do like long hair.. ;))) Or Just be me, the simple plain me, waiting for nice things to come by… But the Daughter of the Mr. Owner, Times Of India takes it all… :)
Que Sara Sara.. Whatever will be…Will be,
The future is not ours to see… Que Sara Sara…
Ciao
Well I never knew till yesterday I had one such opportunity which I did make the best of. The chatting and the so called socio connection (Views May Differ) had really gotten into me for the past year. But this one, I really wasn’t to be bothered. Well and that is how it began. Out of the blue, someone pings me, says he got my id from ORKUT and starts pestering with loads of questions.
Ignoring didn’t help, this guy shud be made of something stronger, rather than the usual stuff (U see the dirt and the sand) coz the insults didn’t put him off either from asking “none-of-his-business” questions and I had to figure out a way to surpass this, I thot about the shortest words in the dictionary so I cud refrain myself from typing.
So I started working for Press with HT and stayed in Kolkata… LOL. That was all I said if I remember it well. And forgot all about it...until yesterday... :D
Believe me I didn’t quite know I still knew him, but hey its me!! And what came later which made me smile the whole day. He thought I was a student of Mass Communication, Literature or Journalism, working for Times Of India, and writing a column “Nitty Gritty”, I have to say its so very creative of him, nice guy ;). The worst of all( OR the best for me) , during our truthful conversation( I really mean truthful, Honest) I told him I assist my Dad and I don’t have a particular profile.
Well, so here I was.. ahem.. Daughter of the Mr. Owner, Times Of India working in Somajiguda. And so I had to know a lot about websites to pick up stuff from, had to have info about Stocks; and other boring stuff but doesn’t it sound cool… Me, the Journalist/ Miss Next Owner :D
Tip: If you really want someone to be good to u, FLATTER THEM. Say something nice... they are bound to come around. ;)) . And so was I.
And since then I have been dwelling on this thot, who wud I want to be.
Probably someone who doesn’t even know how to boil water (Kalp Laughs), Or someone who can use the makeup brush in the best possible way known to humans, Or a Fairy who grants all wishes(*** Conditions Apply :)) Or Princess Rapunzel( I do like long hair.. ;))) Or Just be me, the simple plain me, waiting for nice things to come by… But the Daughter of the Mr. Owner, Times Of India takes it all… :)Que Sara Sara.. Whatever will be…Will be,
The future is not ours to see… Que Sara Sara…
Ciao
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