which does not lead to marriage or desire for marriage may be

a life long experience of the greatest value to themselves and to all their circle of acquaintance and of activity;

to make such a three cornered comradeship a permanent success.

definitely not my words.. but this is something i read somewhere.. just thought of sharing it with frnds here.. :)

I am an angel....

an angel who doesnt know to fly... who is scared to spread her wings...

A baby at heart....demanding yet loving ...

who trusts what she sees...still senses what she doesnt see...

who gets hurt easily and cries herself to sleep...

yet all it takes to wipe away the tears and pain is a warm smile and a loving hug from her beloved ones...

A child ... who has lost her lucky charm... one who hopes to find it someday somewhere...

A mirror at times... just reflecting the image in front...

A tear sometimes... that flows from ur heart... capable of washing away the pain...

A lake... of love.. deep enough to drown in..

A fairy... who knows not to use her charms... still longs to bless the ones close to her...

A thorn sometimes.. potent just enough to draw blood and hurt... but never kill...

A scorpion.. that stings when crossed...

A wounded soul... who knows not the cure to heal herself...

I am a woman...

Strong enough to suffocate with love and passion.. gentle enough to nurture with warmth and care.. turn around and u will see me... everywhere..

An email i receivd prompted this post.. the mail ws this..

who r u ?
what r u doing ?
where r u ?

Hope this post satisfies my fellow ilander ;-)

Every tear we cry inside,

is drowning our heart...

Life is strange at times.. intriguing smetimes..pleasant one moment.. a burden too heavy anothr moment. Some people live for tommorw, in the hope for a better future; forgetting the fact that we dont have a guarentee tht we will live to see the morrow. Some people live in the past; either recounting a once glorious past left only in memories, or still weeping in misery mindless of the fact tht the sorrow n troubles were over long back. Some live in the present.. blissfully unaware of the uncertainity of the future and too happy to be botherd of the past moment. Whichever way she chose to live.. she knew for sure.. that whether she wanted or not, her cloak of lonlieness would be wrapped tight around her...a masque that she longed to b rid off...

Medical experts say a kiss on the ear by a 4-year-old girl has caused a unique chain of events that has severely damaged her mother's hearing.
It was a kiss from a child, an expression of unconditional love. But for one Long Island mom, a big, suctioning, squeaky smooch on her left ear from her then-4-year-old has left shocking permanent damage.
"It was a long sucking kiss in my ear. I couldn't push her away. I was almost frozen. When she stopped, and the kiss ended, I realized I had no hearing in that ear. Nothing," the mother said. "When she was finished, I had no hearing in that ear. The hearing slowly came back but with screeching noises in my ear," she said, referring to sounds known medically as tinnitus. Although some of her hearing has returned, allowing her to hear in muffled tones, the tinnitus has remained.
"Until that time - and I'd had it tested - my hearing was perfect," the mother said.
Her doctors were mystified. After months, they referred the Hicksville, N.Y. homemaker to the "Guru of Hearing," Professor Levi Reiter, Chair of Audiology at Hofstra University.
Reiter said that like a vacuum cleaner or plunger, the daughter's suctioning kiss had unintentionally pulled her mom's eardrum out toward the ear canal, detaching tiny ligaments and nerves.
Reiter is publishing his findings in the National Hearing Journal later this summer, predicting his patient may get better as years go by.

In investigating this, Reiter said he has found only one similar case, from the 1950s, but he thinks many others who are unaware, especially children, may have suffered hearing loss from a direct kiss into the ear.

Whats there in a name?? everything.. or may be nothing at all... if one was born a Gandhi, or Nehru or may be a Tata or Birla or anything like that.. no doubt, u'll hold on to the name like anything ;)..... but then .. for the lesser mortals .. whts there in a name?? An identiy ?? forget tht...God alone knows how many ppl in this world share the same name down to the last initial..

Name.. a word or phrase that constitutes the distinctive designation of a person or thing; in other words, a word or words by which a place or thing or person is known by.

Name.. something which stays with u as long as ur alive.. and aftr ur death too.. something which u dnt choose urself..

if i cud choose a name for myself.. wt wud i have chosen?? may be i wud settle on anamika....meaning no name.. ;)

after all wts ther in a name? its not the name tht counts.. its the person inside .. isnt it? :)