tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21067390288170817372024-03-13T06:49:15.470+05:30Blink...Blink...I ain't Lonely no moreOn the sad demise of my beloved blog “http://accounts-of-the-lonely-traveller.blogspot.com/” and the expiry of my Lonely status, I have decided to kick-start this new weblog to track my journey henceforth. Oops! It's not my journey any more. It is our's - Roshan and Ninu's.Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-70950684276942925882008-10-24T10:29:00.002+05:302008-10-24T10:33:00.828+05:30Moving to Blogsome<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hello Friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I know it's been a long time. I have not been able to post anything, partly owing to my busy schedule and parly due to some access restrictions.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have decided to move to Blogsome.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You may find my life continued @ </span><a href="http://roshabraham.blogsome.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">http://roshabraham.blogsome.com</span></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Catch you there!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-82586745844983146042008-08-27T16:06:00.002+05:302008-08-27T16:08:24.092+05:30Hibernation<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Dear friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Thanks for your patience.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">A few more months.. and then I shall be back.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Status: Currently Hibernating.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-63579326966496701152008-05-22T10:53:00.006+05:302008-05-22T14:15:39.901+05:30Truth - As you like it.<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Yesterday, my dear wife brought home an R.K. Narayan short story compilation from the library. While I was through the index, I happened to notice a familiar title - 'Like the sun'. It's a very short story but a very meaningful one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It is about a man who, one fine sunny morning, decides to test out what it would be like if he did not lie. His wife brings him breakfast. His wife notices that he is eating very slowly. So she asks him what is wrong. He tells her the TRUTH! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Some other day, he would have answered that his stomach was full or something like that. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">He notices her wince, but he reminds himself that TRUTH is like the sun. He goes to work with a resolution to tell the truth because he believes it is the right thing to do. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Nothing, not even his dear wife's wince, can possibly break his resolve. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">He has some work at office which has been on his back from quite a few days. Our hero is too lazy to complete it soon. </span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">His boss, knowing that he has a keen ear for music, asks him to attend a performance of his. He bargains for 10 additional days to complete his work, which the boss is only too happy to comply with. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">After the performance, the boss asks our hero his true opinion. He tries to evade the question but the boss is adamant. Our hero says that the performance was not any good and that it is useless carrying on the efforts. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The next day, the boss thanks our hero for his true remarks and tells him that it has helped him save his money going waste. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Then he adds that our hero cannot hand in the papers 10 days later but on time. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">The moral of the story - Telling the truth is not always the best thing to do.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Always speaking the TRUTH is a very daunting challenge; more so when it's your wife at the other end.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Common questions that you should be very careful answering.</span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Do you like the food that I prepared today?</span> </li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Do I look pretty?</span> </li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Does this dress look good on me?</span> </li></ul><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">But like me if you are lucky enough to have a beautiful wife who cooks nice food, you have nothing to worry. Or do you? ;-)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span></p>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-89568260144306517482008-05-19T13:37:00.005+05:302008-05-22T14:15:17.133+05:30IPL vs WWE<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hello friends.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You must be thinking that I am nuts for equating/comparing IPL to WWE. But let me answer this with a question.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">What do you think IPL, as it has demonstrated in recent past, can showcase that WWE cannot?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And don't you shy away from this question by answering - Cricket.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You have </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">1. Thunderous slaps (Sreesanth-Harbhajan slapgate case) and the later banned for 5 matches and the entire IPL series. In wrestling terms this can be classified as 'Win by disqualification' for Sreesanth as Harbhajan was caught giving a 'Low Blow' to Sreeshant. This happens so oft in Wrestling that now it has become boring.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">2. Shoaib - The Undertaker's return after being buried to prove his detractors wrong and then choke-slamming the opposition for a slam-bam victory.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">3. Shahrukh - The Manager being banned from ring-side. Oh this one is too common. Referee smells something foul and bars the wrestler's manager/accomplice from ring-side.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">4. Further you have Khali(Chennai Superstars/Jaipur Royal/Kings Punjab) taking on 'some unknown wrestler' (Bangalore Royal Challengers) and destroying him with one blow.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">This and so much more....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Extreme dramtization... extreme action... extreme cheerleading... and sadly for all old school cricket fans extreme cricket.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">:(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-17665229714232074642008-05-16T12:12:00.005+05:302008-05-22T14:14:54.750+05:30Where the mind is without fear....<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">What has this world come to?? Darwin says we have evolved... common sense says that we have become civilized... Civilized! My foot!<br /><br />Chaos still reigns. Terrorism still triumphs. Whether we agree to it or not is a different matter altogether.<br /><br />Couple of days back, tragedy struck the innocent residents of Jaipur. 7 bombs exploding within matter of minutes ... dead bodies strewn everywhere... survivors without limbs... and a letter - A letter that declares that the terrorists have triumphed once again! And that they will continue their terror activities till Indian economy is destroyed.<br /><br />This letter was all about arrogance. It also hinted that the attack was so meticulously planned and executed. But, why? I don't know.<br /><br />All I know for fact, as I am an Indian, is that India will never bow down to terrorism. The fact that Mumbai, after the blasts that took place in 2006, didn't even need couple of days to recuperate and springboard back to its normal routine speaks for itself.<br />This is what a friend had to say after the blasts in Mumbai<br /><br />"What happened yesterday was horrific… The death toll is sure to reach 200 (unofficial more than 500 dead and 800 injured)... It could have been one of us.. We are back to our own offices hoping everyone around us is safe.... We carry on with our regular lives just a day after our “nervous system” the Mumbai metros are bombed.. We carried on with our regular lives just a day after our houses are flooded with water... We carried on with our lives just a day after some SENA people burnt buses and other thing just to prove a point... And we still carry on as though nothing happened. "<br /><br />Mr. Terrorist! If you are reading this, I confirm you that our faith cannot be shaken by such despicable acts of terrorism. What you term a religious war is nothing but acts of cowardice.<br />I do not know your religion or your nationality. But, one thing I know for sure is that terrorism has no nationality. It has no faith, religion or caste. It is not a religious war that you are waging. It is a farce! Just like any other scam to make money or build power.<br />Mr. Terrorist! India is a very big country and a very sound economy. If we close down all ties to Pakistan/Bangladesh (whichever country you belong to)? Just imagine that we (India) stop importing stuff from your country, helping your local talents (singers, actors, musicians, comedians alike) to serve Bollywood and earn moolah... </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">And in case, Mr. Terrorist, if you are from Pakistan; Just remember that one half of your cricket team is participating in the Indian Cricket League, the other half in the Indian Premier League. And your hockey players have already been a part of the Indian Hockey League! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">How will you thrive, Mr. Terrorist?<br />Does the thought send shivers down your spine? I know it will. Because, Mr. Terrorist! You know you cannot survive?<br />You will die. Not as an individual, but as a nation.<br /><br />As Tagore once wrote:<br /><br />"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Where knowledge is free; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Where words come out from the depth of truth; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection; </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit; Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--- </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. "<br /><br />I pray that God opens your mind and thoughts and that you will realize the way to true faith and victory.<br /><br />Cheers to us Indians. Cheers to Life!<br /><br />Rosh<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-87827875941061749512008-05-09T19:02:00.004+05:302008-05-12T15:20:25.128+05:30Back in business!!!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hello friends!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Your Truly, after a long break of silence, is back in business.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Alas! The same can't be said about the ICON players in IPL. Players of the likes of Jacques Kallis, Rahul Dravid, VVS Lakshman, Anil Kumble being reduced to mere carricatures of themselves.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I pray that Tendulkar doesn't get fit in time, so that he is spared the shame.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">20-20 cricket is being hailed as the next big thing after - <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0477051/">Norbit</a>. Agreed, that the Test matches are becoming monotonous, and do need some sort of change. But changing the meaning of cricket itself is not an answer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">20-20 in small portions is ok. With England and Carribean following the IPL way, I guess, the new lot of cricketing faces will never be able to comprehend the true meaning of cricket. Cricket will lose it charm and will become synonymous to a beach party or a Bollywood extravaganza.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">In 10 years time, Test cricket as we know it would be completely taken over.(I pray not!) We might have a curtailed version of 20-20, with innings of 5 overs a side. Rotten idea! But from the state of things, quite possible.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">I am sure that the new generation - NextGen will have a lot of fun watching and playing the so called game of cricket. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Amidst all this, there will still be a certain few who would claim to have lived the game!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers to Sachin!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">P.S> My wife, if she reads this, will surely ask - "If you are so against this form of cricket, why do you still follow it?". The truth is; hate howmuchever i may, I would still follow any match where I can see my favourite cricketing legends play. Warney bowling against Lakshman/Sachin, McGrath irritating the batsmen with is machine-like bowling, Jayasurya hitting the ball all around the part... WOW!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers to us all.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-42868694938968549792008-01-10T22:12:00.000+05:302008-01-10T22:21:32.299+05:30Saza-e-Work<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Hello friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Wish you a very Happy New Year.<br />I know its coming couple of weeks late. Sorry bout that!<br /><br />My New Year has begun like this:-<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#663300;">New Year...New Work...New Project...<br />Wife at Home, Me in Office...<br />Routine? Daily? You ask..<br />Daily...Hmmph! Well you could say almost!</span></strong><br /><br />I sincerely hope that this New Year has much more to offer than the newly bestowed knack of finding and accumulating official work.<br /><br />Have a Good Day..Good Afternoon...Good Evening... Good Night.. whichever suits you best!<br /><br />Cheers,<br />Rosh </span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-31242472762744914652007-12-20T09:13:00.000+05:302008-12-12T09:55:42.278+05:30Jingle Bell Rock<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaugviVljy_7hhZZIBTgFVspxIVwxAKNIYzg7Uf0IAtylU6ZLCZrXRSiAXHBBhQkdmqkJ_GNS_RM-bghGSqoCeBxFXBr-JnYmem05Ojuqk38mp2YL57PWkP3p_s2aFW6-toOcCzKptXm4/s1600-h/santasleigh.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145898442013261410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaugviVljy_7hhZZIBTgFVspxIVwxAKNIYzg7Uf0IAtylU6ZLCZrXRSiAXHBBhQkdmqkJ_GNS_RM-bghGSqoCeBxFXBr-JnYmem05Ojuqk38mp2YL57PWkP3p_s2aFW6-toOcCzKptXm4/s320/santasleigh.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>He: When I say Jingle Bell! You say Rock!<br />He: Jingle Bell<br />We: Rock<br /></strong><br />This was how </span><a href="http://www.christianyoungworld.org/artists.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Billy Yesudian a.k.a William Tell</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> started his rocking performance yesterday at our office campus. People especially enjoyed his "Cinderalla" song.<br /><br />Apart from Billy, WoW (Women of Worth) band based out of Chennai also performed a few traditional and contemporary Christmas numbers.<br /><br />The highlight of the show was </span><a href="http://bennyprasad.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Benny Prasad</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"> - India's most travelled musician - internationally acclaimed guitarist who performed at Sydney and Athens Olympics as well as 2006 FIFA World Cup.<br /><br />Even thought I wasn't there to witness Benny's performance, I know he would have Rocked too.<br /><br />I think I hear Santa singing.<br /><strong>Santa: When I say 'Ho Ho!' You sa 'Ha Ha'<br />Santa: Ho Ho!<br />Me: Ha Ha!</strong><br /><br />Cheers to every one! May you and your family have a wonderful Christmas.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Merry Christmas friends.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-42732848005950947212007-12-18T09:56:00.000+05:302008-12-12T09:55:42.732+05:30Priceless!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5J0m10THYxXo1tte-YVd_RaMs9yrrakBP_dnUPtQ4jQOHZDGa0TI-c70NvIrsF6sADXr-jgulbKBLY-hs7XUIYdkYiqTUuFR7UBMtgTp4bTNPV4a9gjGec9TvjernXMP42edC44oPKI4/s1600-h/splash_2.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145166326182952530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5J0m10THYxXo1tte-YVd_RaMs9yrrakBP_dnUPtQ4jQOHZDGa0TI-c70NvIrsF6sADXr-jgulbKBLY-hs7XUIYdkYiqTUuFR7UBMtgTp4bTNPV4a9gjGec9TvjernXMP42edC44oPKI4/s320/splash_2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Wifey, looking at the lovely Pears soap :</strong> Why is it that the soap has dissolved from one end?<br /></span><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Me :</strong> Pata nahi yaar! BTW, Is that the left or the right side of the soap where it has dissolved?<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Wifey, with an 'Are you crazy' look on her face :</strong> I dunno.<br /></span><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Me with a straight face :</strong> Left.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Wifey, with more 'Are you crazy' look on her face :</strong> Why? How?</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Me :</strong> Because that is what is left of it.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>Wifey , all appreciative :</strong> That was a good one!</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Me, taking a bow :</strong> Thanks.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><u>Pears transparent glycerine soap :</u><strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">Rs. 35</span><br /></strong><u>Matching Soap case :</u><strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">Rs. 50</span><br /></strong><u>Expression of wifey's face when I, finally, managed to crack a Non PJ :</u><strong> <span style="font-size:100%;">Priceless!</span></strong> </span><br /></span></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-47708489608397403532007-12-13T09:39:00.000+05:302007-12-13T12:47:52.645+05:30More British Fun.<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There is more to British apart from their choice of choicest surnames and their tendency of naming their houses, lanes, parks, streets, towns and what-not after parts of the human anatomy (Please refer to my <a href="http://lifewithninu.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-see-i-laugh.html">previous post</a>).Scots hate them, and so do we. We all know why we hate them, but why the Scots hate them is a very funny (<s>madeup</s>) story.<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lone long time ago, when the Scots and Britsh were close friends, The Scottish king( For convenience and due to lack of any creative ideas, I name him <strong>King Scot</strong>) had a whim. He wanted to name all the lochs(lakes in Scottish) in Scotland. He asked his wise high priest, <strong>Mr. Wise</strong> for help.<br /><br /><strong>Mr. Wise</strong>, was wiser than what his name suggested! I mean extremely wise! He told the king that he should bring in a British Mapmaker to do the job. <strong>Mr. Wise</strong> knew that the British were in the habit of conquering kingdoms and drawing maps of it. And that they were good at it - both conquering and Map-making.<br /><br />It was a brilliant idea. Allowing Britishers to draw a map of Scotland, without allowing them to conquer it! The king saluted the idea. It was a brilliant plan. King Scot sent a messenger to the Queen of England; addressed henceforth as <strong>The Queen</strong>.<br /><br /><strong>The Queen</strong> was more than happy to comply with King Scot's request. She asked her leading mapmaker, <strong>Mr Super Map</strong> to help the Scots draw their map.<br /><br />After three days of hectic travel, <strong>Mr. Super Map</strong> reached Scotland along with the messenger. He was overwhelmed by the spectacular welcome that was arranged for him - <strong><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Women, Music and Wine!</span><br /></span></strong><br />That very night, a heavily drunk, <strong>Mr. Super Map</strong> started his task of drawing the map. He started naming the lakes - <em><span style="color:#006600;">Loch Katrine, Lock Lomond, Loch Ness</span></em> (famous for the adorable 500 tonne Loch Ness Monster, or Nessie as he is fondly addressed), <em><span style="color:#006600;">Loch Fyne</span></em>, and so on and so forth till he was totally depleted of ideas.<br /><br />He had 2 more lakes to name but he did not know what to call them.<br /><br />Tired, drunk, and emptied of ideas he decided to name one as <strong><span style="color:#990000;">Lochie</span></strong> (Yeah! That's right! Lock Lochie :-) and the other one as <strong><span style="color:#990000;">Lake of Meredith</span></strong>.<br /><br />Now you know why the Scots hate Britishers.<br /><span style="color:#990000;">- What the hell is one <strong>'Lake'</strong> doing in between so many <strong>'Lochs'</strong>?</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">- And what kinda name is <strong>Loch Lochie</strong> anyways? Would you like it if you were christened <strong>Tom Tommie</strong> or worse <strong>Hank Hankie</strong>?<br /></span><br />The story has a gruesome ending with <strong>Mr. Super Map</strong> losing his head so I am skipping the details!<br /><br />But as I mentioned earlier, from that day onwards, the Scots and the British are at loggerheads with each other.<br /><br />Cheers,<br />Rosh</span></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-7789402371805039352007-12-02T10:53:00.000+05:302007-12-21T08:42:34.649+05:30I see. I laugh.<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">****No offenses meant to anyone****</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>In Indian Context :- </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><ul><li><span style="color:#663300;">Poonam <span style="color:#ff0000;">Cootan</span> sarees. 75% off.</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Ganesha </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Loandry</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Roti Land Dhabha - <span style="color:#ff0000;">Cool Chilld Bear</span> here</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Kim Herbal Beauty </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Porlaur</span></li><li><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#660000;">Ashok Palace</span> Resturant - <span style="color:#660000;">Ashok Palace</span> Restorunt </span><span style="color:#000000;">(They put the board twice with different spellings, hoping to get at least one right. But sadly, it wasn't to be)</span></li></ul><p></p><p><strong>In British Context :- (They know their spelling all right! But what's wrong with their brains? Why can't they seem to have decent names to their lanes and streets? )</strong><br /></p><ul><li><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="color:#663300;">Crotch </span>Crescent</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Lady gardens</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Squeeze Guts Alley</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Saggy Scrotum Cross (I am not making this up. This landmark is in Kent)</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Nutter Lane</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">And who can forget the famous 'Back Passage' in London</span></li></ul><p><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="color:#000000;">You can find many more crazy town names @</span> <a href="http://www.townpages.com/">http://www.townpages.com/</a>. </span><span style="color:#000000;">I bet that once you got through a few of these pages, you will be ROFLYAO.</span></p><strong>And to add icing to the cake, they have pretty funny surnames too</strong><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="color:#663300;">Ryan Sidebottom (Current English cricketer.. Brilliant Bowler.. Wacky hairstyle)</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Harry Balls</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Timothy Rothenchild</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">Minnie Shatter</span></li><li><span style="color:#663300;">James Schuh</span></li></ul>Got any more to add to this list?<br /><br />Cheers,<br />Rosh</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-16726959973370786442007-11-27T09:48:00.000+05:302007-12-21T08:42:55.141+05:301.5M USD<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">My dearest pal, Late Monsieur TLT (May God rest his soul), had once mentioned to me about all the crazy stuff that he gets on his </span><a href="http://accounts-of-the-lonely-traveller.blogspot.com/2007/05/youve-got-mail.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;">email</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">. I got a wicked one today! :) It was hillarious.<br />And to think people do really fall prey to these scams! Sad.<br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">Hello Dearest Friend,<br /><br />I am glad to inform you that I have successfully concluded the transaction. The money has been transferred to London through the assistant of Mr.Howard Ferraro who is a London base business man.<br /><br />Currently I am in London with him and my wife and children. However, I did not forget you because you are the source of my success,you made me what I am now though you are not there to complete this project with me but I gave all the credit and thanks to you.<br /><br />I know it is not your fault or rather your wish to back off on me and the transaction ,I understand it was simply because of some circumstances you could not control<br />In appreciate of your assistance I have mapped out as a Compensation and wrote on your favor a certified bank draft worth of US$1.5M(One.Five Million, United States Dollar Only) I left the draft with my Secretary Mr.Jack David on my departure to London.<br /><br />I would like you to contact him yon the below info and instruct him where to send the draft to because i have directed him on that already.<br /><br />Attn: Mr Jack David<br />Email:jackdavid2007@yahoo.fr<br /><br />As soon as you recieve the draft you let me know because i am busy here trying to put things together and may not be chanced to email you frequently.Feel free to contact him for your draft.I will stop here.<br /><br />Once again,thank you very much and remain blessed.<br /><br />Regards,<br />Dr Prince Onyeka<br /></span></em></span>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><a></a>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-9841644505157100212007-11-16T11:18:00.000+05:302007-11-16T11:34:36.376+05:30Oh Bed! Oh Bed!<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em><blockquote><p><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Oh Bed! Oh Bed!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>How comfortable art thou.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Young or Old, Happy or Sad;</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Everyone's welcome on thou!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Single or Married, Straight or Gay;</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>It does never matter to you.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>You are a kind old nurse to</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Anyone who comes to you.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Oh Bed! Oh Bed!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>How wonderful are thou.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>When I lay my aching head on you,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>You tenderly sing me good nigh'</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Strong or Weak, John or Jane;</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>You never discriminate.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>You take away all my pain.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Oh sweet heaven on earth!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Oh Bed! Oh Bed!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>How lucky I am you know?</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>Back from office, when at home,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><em>I can gently rest on thou.</em></span><br /></span></p></blockquote></em></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">You may want to know the reason behind me composing such 'beddy' poetry. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Well! I have enrolled for driving classes. I need to wake up at 6:00 A.M. .... groom myself and then walk for a good 20 minutes to reach the driving school. On top of that, even though it's just mid November but it's so freakin' cold in the mornings.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">It is at these times when I long for a 5 minute more rest on the comfortable bosom of my dear bed. There is no particaular reason for this, just human nature - "When one has to wake up early in the morning, it is then, more than at any other time, that one loves to sleep for an extra minute in bed."</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">How wonderful are the ways of nature! When you <strong><span style="color:#660000;">have</span></strong>, you don't use it but when you <strong><span style="color:#660000;">have not</span></strong>, you most certainly crave for it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Enough about beds, I suppose. Yawnnnn.... I am tired! You must be tired too. Such is the taxing effect of my compositions on others.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Have a good sleep.<br />Cheers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-79601817182233677512007-11-15T15:06:00.000+05:302007-11-16T12:10:12.593+05:30Hello Estilo<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Our first car is going to be a, Champagne Beige, Zen Estilo - VXi.<br />Ninu and I had a tough time deciding between Wagon R and Zen Estilo, and then between the colours Pearl Silver and Champagme Beige but finally decided to stick with the latter.<br />My sister refers to Estillo as a rat-like car! (<em>Note ~ The original rat-like car would be Daewoo Matiz</em>)<br />The engineers at Maruti have worked on the aerodynamics of this car and thus gave it the weird rat-like look.<br /><br />But, it seems like a nice car that boasts of a 16kmpl mileage in the city. With the sky-rocketing petrol price, Estilo is a boon on Indian roads.<br />People say its a tad feminine. I am not sure though. It's tall boy looks and the overall features gives it a commanding lead over Wagon R's mini van-ish appearance.<br /><br />I shall post the pic once I get the delivery of the car.<br /><br />Cheers.<br />Rosh<br /><br />BTW, What's your opinion? <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Wagon R</strong></span> or <span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Zen Estilo</strong></span>? </span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-66336948333649096672007-11-12T11:37:00.000+05:302007-11-16T11:35:59.841+05:30Saawariya Review<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>**** NO SPOILERS!!! ****</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Dear Mr SLB (Sanjay Leela Bhansali), </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">How are you today? If you are fine, then please do read this. If you aren't then please save this for a fine morning!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sir, you are the only person who has the ability to get Aishwarya to act. So I have a lot of respect for you. But this time you have committed a grave sin by ruining a brilliant</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Fyodor Dostoevsky's play "White Nights".</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You should be whipped and made to apologize to the public for wasting our money as well as your own. You should be tied to a chair and made to watch Saawariya 10 times. I would have said 100, but then such is the pain inflicted on the senses by one viewing of the movie; that 10 sounds a good enough punishment.</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I may review.......re-review this movie again but it is not going to change my views! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Sir you have committed the following sins for which you will be held accountable.</span><br /><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">A Poetic Mass Murder</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Assault on the senses..</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Painting the majestic Venetian (I guess it was Venice like city coz I could see helluva lot of Gondolas) canvas with utter Bull Crap!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Undeniable Black...(Blue rather!) For not having spanked the art director when he presented you with suck a spankful idea of art!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">A jarring and loud background music throughout the entire length of the movie. Well, actually it was DEAFENING!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">Overblown melodrama...underbaked story.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">"I don't likes this, Gulaabji!" A talented Rani wasted.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"><span style="color:#996633;">Starkids - Ranbir, Sonam ok. Ranbir grins, Sonam laughs. (Or was she crying?)</span> </span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#660000;">Sonam declined to expose, so you made Ranbir do the exposing bit! What an idea, Sirjee! Dhishum...Dhishum...Dhadham!!</span></li><li><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#996633;">What's the fascination with the neon lights, anyways?</span></li></ul><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Read what Anurag Kashyap has to say on Om Shanti Om and Saawariya.<br />“Ek mein six-pack, ek mein bare ass…. hot hai sir.. hot” </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">LOL!!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Ab khamiyan to sari likh di, ab kuch tareefein baki hain. The title track is brilliant. Monty's composition and the renedition of the same by the new kid on the blocks - Shail Hada is definitely the only high point of the movie. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Cheers,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Rosh</span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-62982363778570231482007-11-07T01:10:00.000+05:302008-12-12T09:55:44.342+05:30Happy Anniversary!<p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>This very day, last month; I got married.</strong><br /></span>Yipeeeeeee! Today is our one month anniversary. And what better a gift for my beloved than to write about our marriage.<br />And, All I need to say right now is that it was the best day of my life. But I guess I shall write more for I remember everything so vividly.<br />We were blessed to have our wedding vows presided over by the Rev. Thomas Samuel, the Bishop of Central Kerala Diocese.<br /><br /><strong>The vows:-</strong><br /><br />We faced each other.(Well actally, Ninu was looking at the floor and I was stealing intermittent glances.)<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZSf4GmiGlwTlyD23qecAYMnkpUuEwmW9WFzjmHDSq-sL62jE06ixyzUa3VJ6AlsT2sek91_Q6KyARfT7n2V3jgHYZxWTuLm7uwTY15EDjvMwkprqDpJW1c5jS2krMN3fsM8W6hGMXJ8/s1600-h/Copy+of+00130005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129586573812888306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZSf4GmiGlwTlyD23qecAYMnkpUuEwmW9WFzjmHDSq-sL62jE06ixyzUa3VJ6AlsT2sek91_Q6KyARfT7n2V3jgHYZxWTuLm7uwTY15EDjvMwkprqDpJW1c5jS2krMN3fsM8W6hGMXJ8/s320/Copy+of+00130005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The minister placed Ninu's right hand in mine. And then we took our wedding vows.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">I, Roshan George Abraham, take you, Ninu Mariam Johnson,<br />to be my wife,<br />to have and to hold<br />from this day forward;<br />for better, for worse,<br />for richer, for poorer,<br />in sickness and in health,<br />to love and to cherish,<br />till death us do part;<br />according to God's holy law.<br />In the presence of God I make this vow.<br /></span></em><br />After this the minister loosed our hands and placed my right hand on hers.<br />And then she repeated after the minister.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">I, Ninu Mariam Johnson, take you,Roshan George Abraham,<br />to be my husband,<br />to have and to hold<br />from this day forward;<br />for better, for worse,<br />for richer, for poorer,<br />in sickness and in health,<br />to love and to cherish,<br />till death us do part;<br />according to God's holy law.<br />In the presence of God I make this vow.<br /></span></em><br />The minister received the wedding rings, the Mantrakodi and the Minnu, and prayed.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">Heavenly Father, by your blessing<br />let these rings be to Roshan and Ninu<br />a symbol of unending love and faithfulness,<br />to remind them of the vow and covenant<br />which they have made this day<br />through Jesus Christ our Lord.<br />Amen.</span></em><br /><br />Then, I placed the ring on the fourth finger of the Ninu's left hand and, holding it there, said<br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><em>Ninu, I give you this ring<br />as a sign of our marriage.<br />With my body I honour you,<br />all that I am I give to you,<br />and all that I have I share with you,<br />within the love of God,<br />Father, Son and Holy Spirit.</em><br /></span><br />Now it was Ninu's turn to repeat the favour ;-)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7tupJrl1Sd1JL4g_K4yBbCY5Gh0Yg1v6Hnk3ksBibllM7Xm7EzR4WgWgfPn_vw0W3c2nT6yAT7Uz1czI31dEtjyJ8aKOb2jlQfkp32434nbobm9WGVMXBPYMwqjMffX478a2cWOMDE4/s1600-h/Copy+of+00130012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129589988311888642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7tupJrl1Sd1JL4g_K4yBbCY5Gh0Yg1v6Hnk3ksBibllM7Xm7EzR4WgWgfPn_vw0W3c2nT6yAT7Uz1czI31dEtjyJ8aKOb2jlQfkp32434nbobm9WGVMXBPYMwqjMffX478a2cWOMDE4/s320/Copy+of+00130012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She placed a ring on the fourth finger of the my right hand and, holding it there, said<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#996633;">Roshan, I give you this ring<br />as a sign of our marriage.<br />With my body I honour you,<br />all that I am I give to you,<br />and all that I have I share with you,<br />within the love of God,<br />Father, Son and Holy Spirit.</span></em><br /><br />Then I had to tie the <strong><span style="color:#660000;">Minnu</span></strong> (refer Note) around Ninu's neck symbolizing my commitment towards her. It had to be tied using a special knot (Reef knot) only. I had practiced tying this knot more than 50 times, yet my fingers were moving painstakingly slow.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKnc4X1oNGI04IprA5gqRz7VhzOnrOmVkZR2SZL0xAWXZ6ZbOeoJZdneTDuG320rQUAdgovscfRY0IIbvPVYh3swy5fpQwbNkSNv7JRE2_BzlwE_JkeYyskzbJVpi5M5Ks3a3tz12C3s/s1600-h/Copy+of+00130016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129590589607310098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZKnc4X1oNGI04IprA5gqRz7VhzOnrOmVkZR2SZL0xAWXZ6ZbOeoJZdneTDuG320rQUAdgovscfRY0IIbvPVYh3swy5fpQwbNkSNv7JRE2_BzlwE_JkeYyskzbJVpi5M5Ks3a3tz12C3s/s320/Copy+of+00130016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />(Numerous stories about grooms forgetting the technique to knot and being made to do it over and over, in front of the whole congregation, till the knot was successfully tied, were passing through my mind)<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Slow it was, but the result was absolutely brilliant!</strong><br /></span><br />The minister then placed the Mantrakodi on Ninu's head and then we prayed.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dLMWOnBgInE-eNWMeNp3PFFJVmbZQ_i5RtAg29wmziWUv4ABKjQuyOMxOOWxqnoU3a2yO4Whk3rXELUx96LfzXk5jTuCVKIUx46mg-qdfCRNojiTRsgOtlIKMVV3ZTFgu3yc7xA6efI/s1600-h/Copy+of+00130018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129591087823516450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6dLMWOnBgInE-eNWMeNp3PFFJVmbZQ_i5RtAg29wmziWUv4ABKjQuyOMxOOWxqnoU3a2yO4Whk3rXELUx96LfzXk5jTuCVKIUx46mg-qdfCRNojiTRsgOtlIKMVV3ZTFgu3yc7xA6efI/s320/Copy+of+00130018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After the prayers, the minister addressed the people<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">In the presence of God,<br />and before this congregation,<br />Roshan and Ninu have given their consent<br />and made their marriage vows to each other.<br />They have declared their marriage by the joining of hands<br />and by the giving and receiving of rings.<br />I therefore proclaim that they are husband and wife.</span></em><br /><br />The minister then joined our right hands together and said<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">Those whom God has joined together let no one put asunder.</span></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">And we were married! :-)</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcMbF5i5iksEzQOCvOJi1hL4Pu75NZ6Ew1ugkkn_7O6ccyeM6cLG3c1DybnqQLvaKjfAaCiSVDG2Ncm2fkAasuluhC_Ff8FVo1XmIydK5kZ4XJlGVyGJMlN-43JAgJGltTeWDOYU1BfQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+00160018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129592556702331698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcMbF5i5iksEzQOCvOJi1hL4Pu75NZ6Ew1ugkkn_7O6ccyeM6cLG3c1DybnqQLvaKjfAaCiSVDG2Ncm2fkAasuluhC_Ff8FVo1XmIydK5kZ4XJlGVyGJMlN-43JAgJGltTeWDOYU1BfQ/s320/Copy+of+00160018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Lord, I entrust our marriage unto your caring hands. And I believe that you will take care of all our needs and aspirations, our career, our life, our ALL!<br />Praise Jesus!</strong></span><br /><br />Before winding up, Ninu, I have something to say to you :<br /><br />Other men said they have seen angels,<br />But I have seen thee<br />And thou art enough.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Note~ <strong>The Minnu</strong> is a gold pendant in the shape of a rain drop with a figure of a cross upon it. For Christians in India, it is the tying of the Minnu around the neck of the bride by the groom which symbolizes the commitment of the couple as they enter marriage. Seven strands of thread taken from the Mantrakodi (see below) hold the Minnu around the bride's neck.<br /><br /><strong>The Mantrakodi</strong>, also knows as the wedding sari, is the first gift to the bride from the grooms family, as well as to signify that she is now part of his family. The bride is covered with the Mantrakodi to symbolize that the groom and his family will always protect her.<br /></span></span>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2106739028817081737.post-56425082075894185902007-11-05T09:13:00.001+05:302008-12-12T09:55:44.488+05:30What a wonderful world!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFZGNDpfByQ-VDmWUovc65kFHcM_tczvZwHjzSnSmY1iH0Ix1RAA3kYHgYt4g4gZ2pjUCD9cV3bBBTQEfuLsml5haBYSJDlupDvKFHPngO6vs9PZBIsd161c9N6XxMksg09eYhXb8Tjc/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129197200667767522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFZGNDpfByQ-VDmWUovc65kFHcM_tczvZwHjzSnSmY1iH0Ix1RAA3kYHgYt4g4gZ2pjUCD9cV3bBBTQEfuLsml5haBYSJDlupDvKFHPngO6vs9PZBIsd161c9N6XxMksg09eYhXb8Tjc/s320/Copy+of+Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Wise men say - Picture speaks a thousand words! What more can I add?<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#990000;">"You are nothing short of my everything."</span></strong></em></span></div>Roshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02596154423863115943noreply@blogger.com1