ideal day...

so what if it's fantasy...

 

 

 

 A Woman's Perfect Day


8:15     Wake up to  hugs and kisses


8:30     Weigh-in 5  lbs lighter than yesterday


8:45     Breakfast  in bed -freshly squeezed orange juice and
croissants; open presents- expensive jewelry chosen by  thoughtful
partner


9:15     Soothing  hot bath with frangipani bath oil


10:00   Light work-out at club  with sexy, funny personal trainer


10:30   Facial, manicure,  makeup application, shampoo, condition, blow wave



12:00   Lunch with best friend  at fashionable outdoor cafe



12:45   Catch sight of  partner's ex and notice that she has gained 22lbs



1:00     Shopping  with friends: unlimited credit



3:00      Nap



4:00   Three dozen roses  delivered by florist; card is from secret admirer



4:15     Massage  from strong but gentle hunk-says he rarely gets to
work on such a perfect  body



5:30     Choose  outfit from expensive designer wardrobe



7:30     Candlelit  dinner for two followed by dancing, with
compliments received from other diners/ dancers



10:00   Hot shower-  alone



10:50   Carried to bed.  freshly ironed, crisp, white linen



11:00    Pillow talk,  light touching and cuddling



11:15    Fall asleep in  his big, strong arms





A Man's Perfect Day

6:00      Alarm



6:15     Blow  job



6:30    Massive,  satisfying shit while reading the sports section



7:00    Breakfast-steak  and eggs, coffee and toast-all cooked by
naked, buxom wench who bends over a lot



7:30     Limo  arrives



7:45    Several beers en  route to the airport



9:15     Flight in  personal Lear jet



9:30     Limo to  Mirage Resort Golf Club (blow job en-route)



9:45     Play front  nine (2 under par)



11:45    Lunch-steak and  lobster, 3 beers and bottle of Dom Peringon



12:15    Blow  job



12:30   Play back nine (4  under)



2:15     Limo back  to airport (several bourbons)



2:30     Fly to   Bahamas



3:30     Late  afternoon fishing expedition with all-female crew, all
nude who also bend over a lot



4:30     Land world  record Marlin (1234lbs)-on light tackle



5:00     Fly home,  massage and hand job by naked Elle Macpherson



6:45     Shit,  shower and shave



7:00     Watch  news-Michael Jackson assassinated



7:30      Dinner-lobster appetizers, Dom Peringon (1953), big juicy
fillet steak followed by ice cream served on a big pair of tits



9:30     Sex with  three women, all with lesbian tendencies



11:00    Massage and  Jacuzzi with tasty pizza snacks and a cleansing beer



11:30    Night-cap blow  job



11:45    In bed  alone



11:50    A 22-second fart  which changes note 4 times and forces the
dog to  leave the room



11:51     Laugh  yourself to sleep

Time Magazine Quote on Sachin Tendulkar

Wednesday 24 Mar 2010 05:49:11 +0000
"Morning Inspiration"
TIME Magazine -

When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.

When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters.

The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having its toll on every individual on the face of this planet, it excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar.

"We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

Oh these HUMANS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was 

a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She 

hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always 

there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see 

the world, I will marry you.' 

 

 

One day, 

someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages 

came off, she was able to see everything, including her 

boyfriend. 

 

He asked 

her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The 

girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The 

sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected 

that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life 

led her to refuse to marry him. 

 

Her 

boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her 

saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before 

they were yours, they were mine.' 

 

This is 

how the human brain often works when our status changes. 

Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who 

was always by their side in the most painful situations. 

 

Life Is a 

Gift 

 

Today 

before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't 

speak. 

 

Before 

you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone 

who has nothing to eat. 

 

Before 

you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone 

who's crying out to GOD for a companion. 

 

Today 

before you complain about life - Think of someone who went 

too early to heaven. 

 

Before 

whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who 

walks the same distance with their feet. 

 

And when 

you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the 

unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your 

job.. 

 

And when 

depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on 

your face and think: you're alive and still 

around. 

 

========================== 

 

I PRAY 

THIS MOVES AROUND 

 

THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE...

Old snaps of Mangalore

Dear Harry and other old friends,
Just a few hours ago Mr. Ivan Rodrigues, who is a former student of mine living in New Zealand, sent me these beautiful snaps of Mangalore city as it was many years ago.

It is the city of our childhood, as I will always remember it.

I have sent them all in a single folder.

Do take a look at them in your spare time.
Take care and God bless.
Cyril Veliath

Same Queen Elizabeth of England, with 11 Presidents of the USA

An interesting feature: ...to see

The same Queen-Elizabeth of England , with 11 presidents of USA ..!!

Queen Elizabeth with Barack Obama Queen Elizabeth with George W. Bush Queen Elizabeth with Bill Clinton Queen Elizabeth with George Bush Queen Elizabeth with Ronald Reagan Queen Elizabeth with Jimmy Carter Queen Elizabeth with Gerald Ford Queen Elizabeth with Richard Nixon Queen Elizabeth with John F. Kennedy Queen Elizabeth with Dwight D. Eisenhower Queen Elizabeth with Harry S. Truman

Don’t shoot the messenger

.....I received this one as a forward in the email circuit from one of my friends. Contrary to the author's fears at the prospect of having to brace himself for a volley of abuse, it is bouquettes that I post here to compliment his candour and articulation of everything that every sane Indian wants to say --- has and holds in his mind, disgustingly and frustratingly critical of our so transparent shortcomings....
Kudos to Irfan Hussain for this piece of his in Pakistan's 'Dawn" newspaper...
Maxwell


Don't shoot the messenger

By Irfan Husain

Every now and then, I get an email from one irate Indian reader or another, demanding to know why Jawed Naqvi, Dawn's erudite and irreverent New Delhi correspondent, is so critical of India. Invariably, I reply that they should ask Jawed about his views. I also point out that just as I am often critical about Pakistan, he has every right to point out his country's shortcomings.

I suspect what upsets these readers is that an Indian should be voicing critical comments about his country in a foreign newspaper. I was subjected to similar censure from expatriate Pakistanis when I wrote for a Gulf daily. Finally, the editor told me politely that my criticism of Musharraf was incompatible with his paper's policy, and that was the end of the (small) trickle of Dubai dirhams.

The reality is that we are all touchy about seeing our dirty linen washed in public, but somehow, Indians seem super-sensitive to any hint of criticism. While there are many dissenting voices that question Indian claims to having reached Nirvana, they do not find much space in the mainstream media. Although Indian journalists do excellent work in digging up scams and scandals, they do not often question the broad consensus underpinning the 'India shining' image the media, politicians and big business work so hard at projecting.

I spent the other evening at the Karachi Boat Club in the company of a European who has spent a long time in the region, and knows South Asia well, having lived in Pakistan and India for several years. When I asked him how it felt to be back in Pakistan after being away for a few years in New Delhi, his answer came as a surprise. As we have known each other for fifteen years, he had no need to be polite: "It feels great to be back," he replied. "You have no idea how difficult day-to-day life is in New Delhi. Apart from the awful traffic, the pollution, and the expense, you have to put up with the prickliness of most Indians you meet. They are touchy to the point of paranoia. There is a lot of very aggressive poverty in the air. And when the New Delhi airport opens, we'll have to brace ourselves for yet another self-congratulatory blast. What is truly shocking is how little the well-off Indians care about the poor."

"Here in Pakistan, people are so much more laid back. Karachi's traffic flows much faster, and I don't sense the same kind of anger. While I'm sure there must be slums, I do not see the same level of abject poverty that is ever-present in India. And of course, the food is much better here."

I suspect this last observation will provoke more ire among my Indian readers than anything else my friend said. The truth is that meat dishes cooked in Pakistan are better than in India, although vegetables there are far tastier than ours. However, this article is not about scoring points, but about the different ways in which we react to criticism. It is also about the myth and the reality underlying the Indian success story.

And before my inbox is flooded with angry emails from across the border and the Indian diaspora, let me say that I am delighted at the huge strides our neighbour has made over the last decade or so. From cricket to technology, the progress has been little short of spectacular. I was thrilled to learn of the discovery of water on the moon by an Indian space mission.

So clearly, Indians have much to be proud of. Nevertheless, there is a dark side to this progress, and one that is ignored by those who react angrily to any criticism. In a recent article reflecting on his recently concluded six-year stint as the Guardian correspondent in India, Randeep Ramesh writes: "Whether I was visiting a rural police station where half-naked men were hung from the ceiling during an interrogation, or talking to the parents of a baby bulldozed to death during a slum clearance, the romance of India's idealism was undone by its awful daily reality. The venality, mediocrity and indiscipline of its ruling class would be comical but for the fact that politicians appeared incapable of doing anything for the 836 million people who live on 25 pence [33 Pakistani rupees] a day.

"… India is perhaps the most unequal country on the planet, with a tiny elite engorged on the best education, biggest landholdings, and largest incomes. Those born on the bottom rungs of the social hierarchy suffer a legacy of caste bigotry, rural servitude and class discrimination…"

Many of these painful observations apply to Pakistan as well, but by and large, we accept these flaws, and do not react angrily when a foreigner points them out.

The current issue of The Economist carries a searing cover story about the shameful phenomenon of millions of aborted female foetuses, mainly in China and India. This has caused the male-female ratio to be skewed to an alarming extent. The number of male babies in India is now around 108 for 100 girls, raising the possibility of serious social consequences.

Indian civil society is acutely aware of these grave social issues, and many of its members have long been demanding change. However, their voices are often drowned out by the chorus of those shouting 'India shining'. Many activists have distinguished themselves by their heroic advocacy of the downtrodden, but it is the success stories of dotcom entrepreneurs that are in the spotlight.

India's soft power is a potent instrument of projecting the country's image abroad. Its brilliant software engineers, its talented scientists, its outstanding cricketers, and its artists are all wonderful ambassadors for India. Bollywood and India's appeal to millions of tourists have put the country firmly on the map as a highly desirable destination.

All in all, as I said earlier, Indians have much to be proud of. But by focusing only on their country's achievements, the danger is that they will lose sight of the huge problems that still exist. Friends who point out these failings do not do so out of a sense of malice, but out of concern. However, as I brace myself for a volley of abuse, I fear that it's often easier to shoot the messenger than to undertake the hard work needed to address the problems.