Horrendous brutality

This day wasn't good enough for many including me. The twin blasts at Hyderabad really shattered many hearts and their dreams. WTF? What the hell you Fu*****rs need? Don't you know the value of a soul???? If you Anti-social elements need a revenge go ahead with the proper channel but why the INNOCENTIES?

As my manager said this is a 'Horrendous brutality' for sure. No humanity?! I feel like crying, I choke; forcing myself to be strong and telling myself I shouldn’t let anything affect me. Even so, my tears welled up and starts to flow. Wiped those beads trying to avoid letting anybody catch me with them.

The peace offering, which we will consider this morning, is a picture of another of the basic and fundamental needs of human beings. Lost is lost but we can pray for the souls "Rest in Peace" and a courage to their families and friends.

Mr.H

B'day

A message from a heart to .....!

Which has been pending for quite a long time in my can but finally I want it to be published. Wishing her a great future ahead!

Here it is.....

Today is a very Special Day of Mah Life…. Its mah Honey’s Birthday!! It’s just very difficult for me to be away from him….. I am missing him too too much with every passing moment!!!! And heights was when I was not able to wish him tonight. His phone is working but it is for someone else, his friend messaged me around 11: 28 pm saying that H asked him recharge his cell phone but as all the shops were closed by then so he couldnt and I have a night shift so you can talk with him tomorrow.

Well no way I can get in touch with him before morning when he will come back to his private room…..

I was just numb for moment when I read the message , Mah senses stopped working for a few min—I mean its Mr.H’s birthday and I am so helpless that I can’t talk with him……I was all so excited throughout the day!!! …I couldn’t control mah tears……. When I got his friend’s message I was sitting down near the pool side waiting for his phone to come back to life……seeing me crying the guard uncle on duty came to me and asked ,“ Hey sweetie what happen to you ,why are you crying, you where so happy now what happen suddenly?” Wiping mah tears I told him I told him its mah love’s birthday and I cant talk wid him……… He looked at mah face n was quite for a moment and then said--- Aha!! Silly gal don’t cry…. Lets do one thing, lets celebrate his birthday----- here what do u say—that sound interesting to me…. it was 11: 40pm(15thJuly)…. I smiled listening to his idea and said, I’ll be back in a while.
I went upstairs n then straight in Mah Kitchen a looked around. I closed mah eyes for a while and then quickly started picking up things from this shelf n that shelf and some

from refrigerator. It took me 15 min to reach back near the pool side with all that stuff……I got some chocolates,a few ice-cream cups, Mah Fav. Tang juice, and some biscuits…..Guard uncle smiled at me when he saw all that… and said – U R CRAZY silly gal….. Then I said no uncle not me--- MaH 'H' is crazy…He laughed at me….

There where 2-3 couple sitting near the pool side, I asked all of them to join us….. I lighted one candle on the ice cream cup and exactly at 12am we cut the ice-cream cake…. And we all sang aloud---

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday, Dear Mr.H, Happy Birthday to you!!


That moment was among the happiest one for me when the people around me sang the birthday rhymes for Mah Love….. Can’t tell you about mah feeling I had that moment….
Then closing mah eyes I prayed to God that that he gifts mah love not only those things on this special day that which he desires but also what he deserves……Honey, I hope you have a wonderful day, week, month, year, decade and LIFE. Iadore you and wish you a very happy birthday! We all had a small birthday party--wowow really its was great fun!! I just simply forgot that H is not with me for sometime and enjoyed the chilled ice-cream :)

Every moment is full of love

And every day is new

Honey! Just know this

That I always love you



My words are lost

And voice is gone!

I thought of saying so much

On this special day

Now all I can say

Is “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Honey Bunny”

Honey, I just wanted to tell you how proud I am that you r Mah Love. You are everything to me-mah best friend, mah strength, mah inspiration, and much, much more. I have learned so much about myself just being with you. You were very giving, loving, devoted , caring, commited, supportive, dependable person I have ever met……and I am unlucky that I am not going to be your gal…your life partner….I can’t imagine mah life without you in it. I just want you to know that I love you the most in mah life, I love you
honey and Happy Birthday!

This is for you only---

I wish that you could feel

My arms about you tight,

Holding you up close

All thru out the night.

To know that I am here

And never away far,

That I will remain

Where ever that you are.


That you could press back

Into my warm embrace,

And feel my soft touch

Warm against your face.

I wish that you could her

My softly whispered song,

To lull you into sleep

For it’s here that we belong.


That you could hear me say

All you need to hear,

As I tell you of my love

Whispered soft against your ear.

And you could feel my breath

Warm against your skin,

As I let my presence beg you

To let this true love in.


I wish that I could hold you

And whisper long into your night,

Never would you wonder then

As I held you to me tight…

Remember the ring from me.

Have a great birthday!! And I am missing you FOREVER AND EVER!

Angel,

......

Talk to me as lovers do

Talk to me as lovers do

Regardless
what you have to say,

And
I will gladly talk to you.

Be
kind, but most of all be true:

Throw
your masks and shields away.

Talk
to me as lovers do,

Anger,
pain, and boredom, too,

Let
all that"s in you come my way,

And
I will gladly talk to you.

We"ve
had rough times,

but
we get through:

We
choose through hurricanes to stay.

So
talk to me as lovers do.

Beneath
the storm I will renew

My
vow to love you more each day,

And
I will gladly talk to you.

All
darkness turns to light

when
you And I can weep

and
touch and play.

Come
talk to me as lovers do

And
I will gladly talk to you.

Mr.H

Made for each other

Present day!

Sahil lounged on the couch outside the living room and from the little parting in the drapes, he looked on at his friends, Danny and Manjari. Danny was working at Manjari’s eyelashes—lining them with kaajal. He loved her eyes and insisted that she wear kaajal all the time so that her eyes looked round, big and beautiful like—as he himself said—‘Bong babes’. ‘Leave it, will you! It’s done, goddamit!’ Sahil heard Manjari bawl at Danny. Their familiarity with each other suggested that they had once been through a period of great physical intimacy and were now just close friends. Finally, when they were done, they came out of the living room and looked at Sahil for his stamp of approval. ‘Perfect! You look gorgeous, darling,’ Sahil said, looking at Manjari. Manjari grinned from ear to ear, picked her purse, bid them both goodbye and left the apartment.

‘You know when you guys came out of the room and stood beside each other, both of you smiling at me like that, it brought on some memories, dude.’ Sahil said, breaking the icy silence between the two friends, when Manjari was gone on her blind date—her third in two weeks—and they were alone in the apartment.
‘Don’t even mention,’ Danny retorted with a wave of his hand as his shoulders dipped and he sank in the couch.
‘So what’s up with this blind-date thingy, anyway?’ Sahil wanted to get Danny to talk this evening.
‘I really don’t know. My best guess would be that some girl friend of hers bullshitted her into this.’
‘And you didn’t mind or say anything?’
‘You really think I have some power over her even now, you jackass?’
‘Whatever happened to those love promises then?!’
‘Well, they still stand, of course. We still live together you see, although in separate rooms.’ Danny spoke with a slight smile that never failed to charm his friend, only this time, it broke Sahil’s heart.
Nausea rode on the thick wisps of cigarette-smoke that hung in the air, but the two friends did little to ward it off. They had smoked killing poisons together innumerable number of times before too. Any poison was all but too familiar.
‘I cannot see how she does not see…’ Sahil spoke again.
‘She does see; we have always been conscious of each other’s feelings, in fact, our minds are full of each other’s minds, and stuffed to the brim. But that is beside the point. The point is that we have ceased to care now. We have ceased to love…’
‘But you do love her even now, don’t you?’
‘I never ask myself that. I never will.’
‘And does that not prove that you care for what she thinks and care little for what you think?’
‘Yeah, sounds rather poetic that if I do love her, I won’t ask myself if I do. And more importantly never ask her.’
‘Well, why the heck did you complicate things like this? Why did you not just break up?’

Danny took a long drag at the cigarette and his words came out with the smoke when he said, ‘Well, there was this sickeningly soft bed of friendship to fall back onto when we fell out of love.’

‘So?’ Manjari said, not quite sure where the conversation was headed with her ‘blind-date’, Suresh, who worked with Dell, Bangalore.
‘So, shall we start with the food first? Let us try the prawns. I hear they are divine down here,’ the man said.
‘Of course,’ she smiled, turning all her charms at him, knowing fully that they would work. They never failed with Danny and the man in front of her wasn’t half his worth.
‘So how long have you been in Bangalore?’ Manjari said, sipping the Pepsi.
‘Two years. Was in Madras before for quite sometime. I have been divorced, by the way.’
‘Oh, I am sorry.’
‘That is OK. I thought it appropriate to mention it earlier on itself.’
‘I appreciate that.’
‘So, you have been in some relationship too?’
‘Yeah, sort of…’ Manjari smiled curtly.
‘And its status now?’
‘Sorry?’
‘You are still in touch with him?’ he said, finally bringing on the question that Manjari had warded off until then.
‘Yeah, sort of…’
‘And in what way?’
‘Well, we kind of share the same apartment. Have to pay the bills together you see.’ Manjari did not care to hide her mischievous smile.
‘Oh, I see. So you mean…’
‘No,’—she broke in between—‘We do not mean anything to each other. It is just that we have not been able to find any other apartment until now, though we are looking. There are a lot of apartments under construction in Greater Bangalore I hear…’
‘You live with him and you come on a date with another man. What kind of people are you?’ Suresh retorted with a slight sneer.
Manjari was in no mood to explain what kind of people they were—she and Danny. She picked her purse and left sooner than any word could be exchanged.

‘Golden Enclave, Airport Road,’ she said to the rickshaw wallah as the man turned the metre and sped off the rickshaw through the rain-washed streets. Manjari squinted at the rains and was suddenly reminded of the first time when she and Danny had met. It had been the same setting: It was the same restaurant and it had been raining. She had not had her raincoat and so he had given her his. And one chance meeting had led to another and they had kept on meeting until they fell in love at the end of two weeks. It had been ethereal. No other relationship that she had been in had had more staying power than the one she had with Danny. How they had loved, how they were made for each other, how they had promised an eternity of love to one other… And today when some jerk had sneered at them; somewhere, somehow, and though she understood little why, her pride was hurt…

‘What kind of people are you?’

She knew that none besides them would understand what kind of people they were. How they had once loved and how they had poisoned it with their own private demons. And so the same love now spread like diseased water between the shores of their beings, overwhelming their lives; it tore them apart, and they sought solace in different places, in meeting different people, and keeping busy with other things and never asking their own selves, leave alone each other, certain questions.

The rain fell in torrents, and some of it seeped through the cloth-roof of the rickshaw and came onto her. It gave her a strong sense of dearth of privacy and security. She wanted to get back home as soon as possible. She saw a dog shivering, wet with the rain and she wanted to cry.

The rickshaw made its way through the slow-moving Bangalore traffic and it was well past mid-night when Manjari arrived in the apartment. By then, Sahil had left.
‘Make me some vodka, will you?’ Manjari said resting her body on the couch.
‘Sure,’ Danny replied to her. She looked sick after her day. He thought that the drink would give her some strength. He brought her the vodka and she reached with her hand in the dark for it; the glass touched the back of her hand and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Danny bent and reached for the broken pieces of glass. And as Manjari looked on at those broken pieces reflecting the dim light of the room, an overwhelming feeling of déjà vu gripped her. Suddenly, she reached for those broken pieces and started putting them together like a madwoman. Danny got out of her way and looked on at her as her hands worked feverishly with the broken glass until a piece of glass cut through her wrist. And had Danny not held her hands, she would have continued to fiddle with the pieces. She struggled with his hold for some time, finally giving in; she broke down and rested her head on his chest. For some reason he did not wipe off her tears, he only took her in his arms and stroked her hair and back; she wept incessantly. Something within Danny’s chest stiffened taking the shape of solid rock and she anchored herself to it as firmly as she could, but, she could not stop crying. She was inconsolable. She looked at the broken pieces of glass; they looked like disease that plagued her existence.

When she had cried her heart out, she lifted her head and looked into Danny’s eyes. She saw a tiny flame flicker in his eyes; he lifted her in his arms and took her to bed. In bed together, Manjari parted her lips and raised her eyes to him to whisper some sweet-nothings but Danny raised his finger and shut her. She was never good with words. She always tripped over them, breaking to small shreds the delicate string of love. He did not know if after that night they would still love each other, but, unlike the previous times, he was determined to keep them from hating each other.

Manjari’s eyes danced when she brought him coffee the next morning and her cheeks glowed as if reflecting the early morning light. They were lovers all over again after the previous night. They did not know till how long, though. They sipped the coffee together resting their heads against each other and looked on at the early morning light; as if making space for themselves inside of each other; at the same time pushing some evil thought down in some dark chamber of their collective consciousness, where it would rest for sometime.

Mr.H

Am back with an article from Sify - Maddy meets Murthy!

hey there howdy doody ladies n gents -

Ppl started wondering where Mr.H is? Come on guys I am tied up with too many task...but overall I am really proud to be called 'I'm busy ppl' :-). Am back with an article for you.............with Maddy meets Murthy!

Madhavan will be grilling the Infosys bigwig N R Narayana Murthy on the occasion of “Focus India Enclave” at India-Singapore Exposition. Maddy will cover issues pertaining to manpower, money and software exchange between the two countries.

A beaming Maddy, told Moviebuzz: “I have always been a big fan of Mr Narayana Murthy, and now I am so excited and nervous to be interviewing him”. The star has done an intensive research for the interview and he adds: "It is going to be a great experience. I have always admired the way Mr Murthy has lived and led his life so far.He is the man who pioneered the IT revolution in our Country. The topic will be- “Collaboration between India and Asian in IT’”. I have done my research on CSR (Corporate Social Responsibility)."

Recently Mr Narayana Murthy had said in an interview that Madhavan's is his favourite actor and that if ever a Bollywood actor had to interview him, it would have to be Maddy! A visibly excited Maddy has taken off from Chennai to Singapore on Independence day (August 15) evening with wife Sarita who is also a fan of Murthy.

Source : Sify.com

Mr.H

Dhirubhai Ambani's words of wisdom

Guys n Gals, I am back with the quotes of Mr.Dhirubhai Ambani.

* The problem with Indians is that we have lost the habit of thinking big!

* We can prove to the world that India can do it. That Indians are not afraid of competition. That India is a nation of achievers.

* I dream India of becoming a great economic superpower.

* We must forge a new partnership for a great India. A strong and constructive partnership between industry, government and society.

* We must always go for the best. Do not compromise on quality. Reject if it is not the best -- not only the best in India, but globally.

* If India wants to be a great nation, we must have courage to trust. This is my sincere belief.

* All we have to do is to break the shackles that chain the energies of our people, and India's economy will record a quantum leap and move into a new, higher orbit of growth, competitiveness and productivity.

* I can never fully repay the debt I owe to Mumbai. To all of you. My past was shaped in Mumbai.

* For those who dare to dream, there is a whole world to win!

* I am deaf to the word 'no.'

* True entrepreneurship comes only from risk-taking.

* Pursue your goal, even in the face of difficulties. Convert difficulties into opportunities. Keep your morale high, in spite of setbacks. At the end you are bound to succeed.

* My advice to young entrepreneurs is not to accept defeat in the face of odds. Challenge negative forces with hope, self-confidence and conviction. I believe that ambition and initiative will ultimately triumph. The success of the young entrepreneur will be the key to India's transformation in the new millennium.

* Dhirubhai will go one day. But Reliance's employees and shareholders will keep it afloat. Reliance is now a concept in which the Ambanis have become irrelevant.

* I have trusted people and they have put their trust in me. I have encouraged youth, and they have never let me down. I have asked my people to take initiative and to take risks. It has paid me rich dividends. I insist on excellence. This helps us to be leaders. Reliance is built on some of these principles.

* The secret of success was to have ambition and to know the minds of men.

* Growth has no limit. I keep revising my vision. Only when you dream it you can do it.

* I am 100 per cent pro-liberalisation. I do not think any industrialist is against it. But we should protect our industries, from unfair competition.

* There is no question about that (retirement). Business is my hobby. It is not a burden to me. In any case the business can run without me.

* I give least importance to being Number one. I consider myself to be fortunate in this position and would like to contribute to nation building in some way.

* Does making money excite me? No, but I have to make money for my shareholders. What excites me is achievement, doing something difficult. In this room extraordinary things must happen.

* Think big, think fast, think ahead. Ideas are no one's monopoly.

* Our dreams have to be bigger. Our ambitions higher. Our commitment deeper. And our efforts greater. This is my dream for Reliance and for India.

* First and foremost, I owe my success and achievements to the affection, friendship and trust of millions of employees, customers, shareholders, and business associates, who have stood by me and been a major source of my strength all along.

* I believe that the success cannot be attributed to the qualities and achievements of one individual, or even a group of individuals, but has to be viewed as a triumph of a process, and a spirit that binds the entire family together.

* I consider myself a pathfinder. I have been excavating the jungle and making the road for others to walk. I like to be the first in everything I do.

* I, as school kid, was a member of the Civil Guard, something like today's NCC. We had to salute our officers who went round in jeeps. So I thought one day I will also ride in a jeep and somebody else will salute me.

* Give the youth a proper environment. Motivate them. Extend them the support they need. Each one of them has infinite source of energy. They will deliver.

* You do not require an invitation to make profits.

* If you work with determination and with perfection, success will follow.

* Between my past, the present and the future, there is one common factor: Relationship and Trust. This is the foundation of our growth.

* We bet on people.

* Meeting the deadlines is not good enough, beating the deadlines is my expectation.

* Don't give up, courage is my conviction.

* We cannot change our rulers, but we can change the way they rule us.

* Roll up your sleeves and help. You and your team share the same DNA.

* Be a safety net for your team.

* Always be the silent benefactor. Don't tom-tom about how you helped someone.

* Dream big, but dream with your eyes open.

* Leave the professional alone!

* Change your orbit, constantly!

* Money is not a product by itself, it is a by-product, so don't chase it.

Source: http://specials.rediff.com/money/2007/aug/02slid1.htm

Mr.H