everything is this way

tagged

2006-08-04T07:46:00.000-07:00

well since i was the only other being that archana could tag..
here is my update
DESIRED CELEBRITY:
well the one and only ex cm of tamil nadu.. j.j unaku j.j
maybe its the fact that we share the same date of birth that i like her a lot
but politics and prejudices apart
the woman rocks yaar
an aura of power surrounds her
and she rises from the ashes each time like a phoenix
she is the role model for the gen-x women and i have no inhibitions saying that i wanna be like her

WANNA DO THIS ONE DAY:
well my life long dream.........
playing mixed doubles with raphael nadal
in wimbledon
on the lush green courts of the all england tennis club ... with my dream guy beside me...
well i hope it comes true one day
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well realistically speaking.... its a fantasy..
considering the fact that none of my serves went past the net in my 6 months of training during fifth grade
or the fact that the kindergarden kid played better than me
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well thats one thing i would like to do atleast once in my lifetime
p.s the venue is negotiable
rolland garros is fine with me as long as rafa is with me

A PLACE I WOULDN WANT TO VISIT:
hmm.
100% oxygen
0% green house gases
acid free rain
where the skies are blue
roses red
grass is green..
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and where some one is there

know any place

RANDOM FAVOURITE:

well a genius creation..

a mster piece in the programming field..

and the language of the future

THE PERSON WHO TAGGED ME:

archana the one who taught me how to blog..

this one is for u

2006-07-28T08:14:00.000-07:00

and they lived happily ever after
so u wondering why the hell i am starting this way
well wait and see and read
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ever read a romantic novel
well they now constitute a major part of my literary interests much to the disgust of my frens and me

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but wat to do
we gals are a hopeless romantic atleast some of them
the heavy murder and blood shed of sidney and the finance related grishams dont interest me atleats at this age
when everything appears pure and pristine..
like the say
when the sky are blue the roses red the grass lush and green
then there is a secret crush for sure
and after atleast a 100 of nora and sandra
i am ready to write my first romantic piece
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.u ready
there was a gal
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cant i say anything more.
they were in love.
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they lived happily ever after.

the end

everything is this way

2006-07-14T08:01:00.000-07:00

the gates stared at me as i entered.. a sense of fore boding prevailed.. behind me i could feel the disapproving eyes of mt gran.. well why couldn her granchild be like others ... i felt the genX gap widening between us..
a array of sounds and sights met me..
there was there the crazy writer scribbling furiously in the pad..
there is that toddler taking his first steps with his proud mom nearby
there is that geek preparing for his term paper
there is that lady reading the alchemist.. well i should congratulate her on the good selection there is that gang of senior citizens discussing the contents of hindu word by word
there are nannies discuusing recipes
there are moms discussing how tough yest psbb exam paper was
there was miss... xxxx trying to get in shape for the miss world..naaa miss.. k.k.nagar title
there was the kids screaming past me trying to be the first to reach the red ribbon first
there was the gardner watering the parched plants that had wilted in the hot summer
there is this kid giving me his beautiful smile acknowleding me though he doesn even know me there were some flying away to glory in the swings
some engaged in a furious foot ball match .. football mania was still there u see
there was one playing see saw with his rag doll
the recital from the nearby temple drifted in the air
there was the smell of the rain
the smell that heralded the begining of the monsoon
the smell that sent people fleeing
one that made the place deserted
which one was it??
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well it doesn take a genius to discover it
because most blogs start this way