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एक तेरी याद है जो लिपटी हुई है हमसे

वरना मुरझानेके बाद तो फुलोसे खुशबूभी जुदा हो जाती है

Totally and impossibly swamped in work. Don't even have time to complain about it! :-( So today it has to be only forwarded messages here....

Some people change when they see the light.

Others when they feel the heat.

"Paths of Glory" by Jeffrey Archer

For someone like me who is at ease only when both her feet are planted firmly on solid earth and who starts shivering when the AC temp drops from 24 degree C to23 degree C, reading 2 books on Chomolungma is a major achievement. :-) I had mentioned on this blog before about my reading of "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer about the 1996 expedition that ended in disaster. My 2nd reading was "Paths of Glory" by Jeffrey Archer - which I finished last week.


Are you puzzled by the word "Chomolungma" that I used in the last paragraph? Well, that's what the Everest is known as to the locals. Some Brit (no doubt the "the-sun-never-sets-on-the-empire" type!) named it after another Brit! So I prefer to call it Chomolungma - never matter the tongue-twisting it causes.

So this is the story of George Mallory, who lost his life while attempting to summit the Chomolungma. Whether he succeeded or not is debated even today. But if he had, he would have been the first person to do so.

I must confess that in the beginning I found the book pretty boring as Archer depicts George's early life in great detail. But lateron I couldn't keep the book down right till the end. Needless to say, that I recommended it to all my friends who like to read.

P.S. Though it was clearly wrong, I liked the way that Tibetan officer fleeced General Bruce :-)

Read outside a church:

Growing old is mandatory.
Growing up is optional.

आता दोन सुरेख मराठी एसेमेसेस:

आठवणी या अश्या का असतात? ओन्जळभरल्या पाण्यासारख्या?
नकळत ओन्जळ रिकामी होते, आणि मागे उरतो फ़क्त ओलावा...
प्रत्येक दिवसांच्या आठवणीचा.....
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तू असतीस तर झाले असते, आहे त्याहून जग हे सुंदर
चांदण्यात विरघळले असते गगन धरेतील धूसर अन्तर

Now time for some forwarded SMS:

अर्ज किया है:
उसने देखा ही नही अपनी हथेलीको कभी गौरसे
उसमे धून्धलिसी एक लकीर हमारे नामकी भी है
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अर्ज किया है:

पीने दे साकी, अभी रात बाकी है
तेरे हाथोका एक औr जाम बाकी है
जाना है लड़खडाते हुए मयखानेसे
पीने दे, अभी इन कदमोमे थोडी जान बाकी है

First, a Gurudwara is violated in Vienna. Then the Sikhs go on a rampage in India. And then the racial attacks begin in Australia. Nope, I am not suggesting any conspiracy theory. It's just that it reminds me of the storyline of Agatha Christie's "Passenger to Frankfurt" that I finished reading about a fortnight ago.

Of course there isn't any golden-hair young boy who is projected as Hitler's heir on the scene, yet. But the similarities in young people going on a rampage in different parts of the world are disturbing.:-(