Diamond

Some facts about diamonds.

1. Diamond is the hardest substance found in nature.
2. Diamond is a polymorph of carbon.
3. Diamond is very expensive.
4. Diamond is usually bought by men for their new girl friend or new wife.
5. Diamond is a girl's best friend.
6. He who does not know this (point 5) is not romantic.

When they do that...

These two questions have been nagging me for a long time. But I never found the guts to 'seek the source' to find answers.

First, when girls wear strong perfume, what is their motive?
Is it that they want men to keep some distance from them or they want men to go closer to them? I wonder. I know there are men who are mentally and physically allergic to strong scents. In fact, I won't be surprised if there is a majority. I have always had a serious problem with this.

But then, there are some benefits too. For instance, when you are with girls who have them covered with fragrance, you can practice your breathing exercise and find your limits. I mean, you can try how long you can hold your breath. 30 secs, 60 secs, 90 secs...You can go on counting till dying without wanting to inhale. I used to do that in my Hyderabad apartment whenever I happened to travel for 7 whole floors in the lift along with a neighbour-lady and her daughter. (Both of them equally smeared with perfumes) One of those times you realize the importance of fresh air, I bet.

As an after thought, I think the reason may be as simple as that girls just like perfumes and no more than that. Fortunately and unfortunately, none of the girls whom I consider friends bother me in this aspect. I say unfortunate because, I am less likely to find an answer to this.

Second topic: When "Indian girls" (this 'Indian' pronoun is important) wear T-Shirts with something written on them what do they expect us (men) to do? To read or not?

Though I have a lot to say about this I would like to hear from you as to what you opine. I think they will be valuable.

This is an interesting blog.
http://photo-a-day.blogspot.com/
What is interesting about the photos is the angle the photographer chooses. More than the composition or the subject itself, the angle seems to add a glamour to his photos.

Everytime I visit my new house, my love for the house is growing doublefold. It's like a dream coming true. I have always wanted to have a house like this. Well, somewhat like this. I am sure, I can live here all my life, not getting bored. Nice and quiet. Most of the time, all you hear is birds chirping and then an occasional call from a mother for her kid.

These days, I try to spend few hours every weekend. And while I am there, I make sure I keep all windows open. And guess what! I get visitors too. Invariably, in the form of tiny winged creatures. Pretty are they! You can sit there and watch them skittering along the window grills for ever. I am proud. All my life, I never minded waiting to get what I wanted rather than hurrying in to a decision. My first ever camera was a Minolta SLR with every feature that a photographer would need. My first ever music system was a 5.1 surround sound home theatre equiped to fill a room of 300 sq feet with high quality sound. I hope my first wife too...


As I was standing on my balcony and looking around aimlessly, I saw two crows perched on a tree side by side. Very close to each other, I must say. They appeared tired and looking to get rid of the dirt and pests on their body. They plouged through their feathers and picking the insects. When one could not reach to their back or nape, the other would help. After some ten minutes or so, something struck me. I started noticing even more closely. Yes, I was right. While one crow was taking the service of it's mate, he/she was not returning the favour. Strange! This lucky crow would tilt its neck, lift the wings, turn around and show it's back and the other one will run the beak around the body of its mate. I know not why the other was not caring enough.

I am just wondering, which was the male and which one was female. Should you have any idea, please let me know.

IT sector has no reason to complain: Karnataka (??!!)

Instead of asking what the Government has done to improve Bangalore, why cannot the industrialists ponder over what they have done for the city," the Deputy Chief Minister asked.
Read the outrageous statements that this person has made.

http://www.hindu.com/2005/09/14/stories/2005091404890600.htm

Making me wonder about the future of Bangalore as the IT hub.
Me going to Chennai!

The man who finds his homeland sweet is still a tender beginner; he to whom every soil is as his native one is already strong; but he is perfect to whom the entire world is as a foreign land. — Hugo of St. Victor, a 12th century Saxon monk

Borrowed humour

hair·va·na (hâr-vänä)
n.
1. Complete liberation from all hair on one's head.
2. A psychological and spiritual condition where one no longer feels any attachment to their hair.

examples :
1. Anita found Deepak's new found state of hairvana particularly enjoyable. She couldn't stop rubbing his smooth shiny head.
2. Stephen embraced hairvana, yet liberation eluded him, as he became addicted to the habit of polishing his head with beeswax every morning.

(Thanks Rahul Korlipara)

Friday, I happened to sit through and watch a Salsa class (No No, not sauce. It's the dance I am talking about). Well, to be honest, I went there under the pretext of accompanying my friend. She had just joined the classes and that was only her second day.

Being a horrible dancer and having an extraordinary creativity to come up with the same step for every different beat and music, I am usually more than happy to sit aside and watch my friends dancing. Often my friends turn into villain trying to persuade me in to dancing. These are the times when only your physical strength (like holding on to your chair firmly etc) can save you. And these are the times I realized that two girls are stronger than one guy. Anyways, this time I was certain that no one will compel me to dance. After all, it was a paid-service. I mean the dance classes.

So, there I was sitting, watching people trying the steps they had just learnt in the previous classes. They say you usually have to have a partner to dance with. That makes it even more difficult, I wondered. Anyways, It wasn't my problem and I was comfortable and relieved at the place where I was sitting. A much better and safer place to make your observations!

First of all, there were more men than girls, which meant that guys had to await their turn to get their partner. And guess what! You get to choose your partner. I mean, if you are not shy about going and standing in front of the man/girl you like, with a grin on your face. The grin is not mandatory, of course. And so...It looks more like those old days of princess and swayamwara - men waiting to be chosen in line for the girls.

For some inexplicable reasons, girls seemed to enjoy the set-up more than men. I would not understand why. I had the idea that one should look at their partner in eyes. However, a lot of dancers, mostly men, were aloof in their body language, as though saying that 'I am dancing with you only because I have to'. I had a feeling that some of the men were shy when it came to brushing shoulders and arms with their partners. On the contrary most of the girls were having a good time, with a genuine smile on their face. Note for men here: You got to keep your pride aside before stepping in to the dance room. Be natural. If you are having a good time, nothing wrong in letting others know that you are.

As far as dance itself was concerned, I was not expecting Jim Carry and Cameron Diaz in action, like I had seen in "The Mask". (Thanks for correcting, Bhavana & Sangeeta. Except Helen Hunt, I don't seem to remember any other Hollywood actress' name) The movements were to be slow-paced and measured, I am told. I noticed some people were graceful in their movements while others always found their feet pounding the ground a fraction of second earlier than they had expected.

One last and most important remark. There should be a rule stating that only girls with long hair should be allowed for Salsa and more importantly with their hair untied. It's a lovely sight that a girl whirls around with her hair flying freely. I am sure my co-spectators will agree with me on this.
*grin*