'Silence is more eloquent than words' So what am I saying?

I know that you guys will be able to see through this prank that I am playing, but still I'm going ahead with it. Those of you who are reading this post, please do not give out the secret in the comment box, so that we can have some fun for a longer time then.
I played this prank once while I was chatting with a friend of mine and the poor guy kept wondering why he wasn't able to read my messages.:-)) Since then, I have played it on many unsuspecting people. Infact, I wanted to do this in a chatroom and make everyone else do it too, just to watch the reactions of people who visited the room:D But my plan never did fall through due to lack of time. Till then let me have some fun here. Why am I doing this? I don't really know, I haven't stopped and analyzed it:D Maybe I have some deep-rooted desire in my sub-conscious to be invisible. Who knows? I'm not exactly in a Freudian mood. Right now I just want to have some fun!
Pssst! Remember..don't give out the secret. Just say" Hello"

~*Giggle Giggle*~

Oh my God!!!!!!!!!!!!

The world's youngest mother was 5 years old!

Her name was Lina Medina, a Peruvian girl from the Andean village of Ticrapo who made medical history when she gave birth to a boy by caesarean section in May 1939 at the age of five years, seven months and 21 days. Lina's parents initially thought their daughter had a large abdominal tumor, but after they took her to a hospital in the town of Pisco physicians confirmed that her abdominal swelling was due to pregnancy. Linda was eventually transferred to a hospital in Lima, where she delivered a six-pound baby boy by Caesarean section on 14 May 1939 (coincidentally the date on which Mother's Day was celebrated that year). Lina's father was temporarily jailed on suspicion of incest, but he was released for a lack of evidence and authorities were never able to determine who fathered Lina's child.

For a pic and more, have a looksee at this site

Hard-pressed for time!

Last evening my next-door neighbour remarked, after seeing me after weeks, ' Hey, I'm seeing you after such a loooong time.' And I quipped back, 'You are so lucky, I haven't seen myself in a while.' OK, that was an exaggeration, but not very far from the truth.

Life in cities is so fast-paced whether it is the hectic commute to work, shopping for groceries, haggling with the sabjiwalas over the ever-increasing prices of veggies et al. You barely find any time for yourself. It's all taking a toll on me now since I have never been good in the Time-Management department. I couldn't even meet my cousin sister and my niece who were here for a few weeks in Mumbai. Waaaaaaah!! :-((

As I struggle to juggle between my school, studies(and I haven't gotten around to it much either) and murdering potatoes in the kitchen (which gobbles up every free moment that I have) this poem that I learnt when I was a kid comes to my mind...

Leisure

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

- William Henry Davies

Strange Taxes in History

And this is for those who are grouching about Mr. C's B. I mean the budget..
Here are some tax attacks from history..

In 1784, William Pitt the Younger introduced a tax on windows, which opponents labelled 'Daylight Robbery.' He also introduced taxes on wig powder, playing cards, servants and dogs.

The Russian leader Peter the Great introduced taxes on beards, souls, hats, clothing, food, chimneys and boots, as well as birth, marriage and burial.

In ancient Rome, the Emperor Nero levied a tax on (ahem)..urine. (It was levied only against urine being used in the tanning industry.) His successor, Vespasianus, created the 'Fiscus Judaicus', or tax on Jews.

Bachelors, too, have been taxed in the past. For example, in Auxerre in 1223, an annual tax of five solidi was imposed on any man 'qui non habet uxorem et est bache-larius'.

Taxes have been recorded from as early as the First Dynasty of the Old Kingdom in Egypt (3000-2800 B.C.). There is even evidence of early tax shelters!

The first income tax in the world was created in 1404 A.D in England. It was so hated that the Parliament later had all records of it buried. (Source- TOI)

What was that again?

I was shopping at the local mall on Sunday, when someone called out to me. I turned around only to find an old college friend of mine. It had been over a decade since we met, and we had a lot of catching up to do (like exchanging notes on old crushes, and gossiping about old friends). We tittle-tattled over mugs of hot coffee.

After the usual gab-fest, both of us chided each other for not staying in touch. This time, we promised each other that we would stay in touch. We exchanged our mobile numbers, and then...

Me : Hey, do you have a PC at home?

She : Yeah, (with somewhat pride) an internet connection too!

Me : That's greaaaaaaaaaaat! Lemme note your email address. Hope you check it regularly.

She : Yes, I do. It's **********@yahoo.com. But...

Me : But what?

She : It's going to change.

Me : Why?

She : (Swells up with pride) Oh, my husband has just got a promotion, and we are shifting to Bangalore.

Me :......………………………………………(speechless)

Snap out of it!!!

Yeah, I know I haven't written anything in a super long time. I was going to make this great post with some morphed pictures of mine.Unfortunately, I wasn't able to save the images for some reason. This amazing face transformer offers image manipulation of your face to something artistic, ethnic, or ape-like! You can even make yourself look younger, or go in for a sex change. Heheheh!! You really should try this fun face transformer site.

I'm busy busy busy with my Annual School Exhibition, and my forthcoming exams. My exams are on the 14th of next month and as usual, I haven't studied at all (Well, that's an understatement!I can't even remember what subjects, I'm appearing for:P this time) So, I guess I'll have to be featured in one of the Prayer Clubs on my fellow-blogger, Prabhu's Blog:D.

Unbelievable!!!!

That was precisely my reaction when this crystal ball was able to read my mind accurately for a countless number of times! I said to myself, "This just can't be...!!!"(till realisation finally dawned upon me...)

Check it out! It's too good!

Pssst! Do drop me a line if you are able to crack this one...

Is there any way out?

Aaaaaaaaargh!! One of my friends sent me this link, and I have been trying to get this car out of the maze since a long time. If you succeed, please let me know....

Till then, please excuse me while I have yet another go at it..

If you love someone...

This is one of the most beautiful stories that I've ever read and one that I felt like sharing with everyone. Here goes...

Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, hewas a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.

One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.

But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird;s ability to fly.

And she felt alone. And she thought:" I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."

The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.

She looked at the bird everyday. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers began to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no
longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out
his cage.

One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.

If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.

Without the bird, her life too lost all-meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. 'Why have you come?' she asked Death. 'So that you can fly once more with him across the sky,' Death replied. 'If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again.'


Paul Coelho
Eleven Minutes

Guess the Rest!!!!

It had been a busy morning, and I was late to work. Hurrying down the lane, flashing polite smiles to familiar faces (My neighbours) the only thought on my mind was, 'catching' an auto-rickshaw, when suddenly I just stopped short of bumping into someone.
I looked up to see a tall, young, handsome dude, a naughty smile playing on his lips. I gave him an irritated look, as if to say, get-out-of-my-way, but he didn't budge an inch. Au contraire, he extended his hand, still smiling. As if by magic my hand went to meet his. I tried to stop myself, but it was too late. What the hell is going on? I looked at him with an uncertain look, I was unsettled with the sudden developments. My mind was screaming, "Aren't you late? What do you think you are doing shaking hands with this stranger?"
I looked at him for answers. He was still smiling insolently. Finally he broke his silence. "Hello...

Now I leave it to your imagination. You have to guess what happened next. The contest winners will be awarded with Gmail Invites. (Hehehehe! Jusssssssst kidding! )
There won't be any prizes for guessing...