I need you now so we could do this...

I need you now...

I want to sleep with you.

I don't mean have SEX.

I mean sleep together,

Under my blanket in my bad.

With my hand on your chest,

And your arms around me.

The windows open, cool breezes enter

And touches your soft skin.

So it's so chilly and we have to cuddle closer.

No Talks, Just Sleepy, Blissfully Happy
and The Beautiful Silence.

Titanic 100th Anniversary (April 15, 2012)

Real Titanic Photograph

British Liner Titanic, 

April 15, 1912 2:20 a.m. (The Titanic's broken off stern settled back into the water, becoming more level for a few moments. Slowly it filled with water and tilted its end high into the air before sinking into the sea. People in the water slowly froze to death.)

On that fateful night of April 14, 1912 there were 2,235 souls crowded aboard the R.M.S. Titanic. There was no wind to speak of. The frigid, dark sea was calm, like a plate glass mirror beneath the star-spangled heavens. It was an hour before midnight on a starry, moonless night. While the band played on beneath the decks in the first class lounge, and while the night watch paced the Bridge high above, the greatest maritime tragedy in the history of sailing, stealthily, silently awaited them in the ice-strewn midnight waters of the North Atlantic.
Survivors recalled a gentle shudder that briefly shook the 900 foot long vessel. It came and went so quickly that nobody gave it much of a second thought. Except for the occupants of the Bridge–who in the split seconds before that collision, saw the towering iceberg ahead, floating in their unlighted pathway. The helmsman swerved to miss the iceberg–but they would have been better off to have struck it head on. In narrowly avoiding a head-on collision, they suffered an even worse fate!


Three-fourths of the iceberg lay unseen beneath the calm ocean surface. When the Titanic swerved, it brushed the iceberg's underside on the starboard side of the bow, slitting a quarter of an inch wide opening more than 300 feet down the side of the vessel. Like a titanic can opener, the iceberg knifed open the side of the iron hull. The damage was just enough to cause the metal plates to buckle so that six watertight compartments began taking in sea water.
So scientifically had this great sailing ship been constructed, with 16 watertight compartments in a 1/6 mile long hull, that the captain had made a pre-voyage boast, "Not even God himself could sink her". The builders had calculated that even if four of the compartments should burst, the ship would still float! But on that starry night, six of them exploded and began to suck in the frigid water of the North Atlantic! Mathematically, the "unsinkable ship" was mortally wounded. And, in two hours she was gone. Commander Lightoller, one of the few crew members who survived the tragedy, described the moment she sank.

Of the 2235 occupants, 1522 met their death in those dark waters including most of the men, most of the third class, most of the crew, and all of the band. Only 713 people were rescued.

MY LONG HAIRS - ONLY REMEMBRANCE......

My Long Hairs - Only Remembrance

  

When I grew my hairs too long,

I thought I should write a song.

Some made me 2 min.maggi,

Some said that u looks like shaggy.

Interestingly, my father made me Sonu Nigam,

A  boy used to say ‘OYE!!! MALINGA’

My friends used to say ‘WAH TAJ’

And my one of the friend used to say DRY DUNG

My sister Nisha, used to tie my hairs with lots of rubber bands,

She used to hold my hairs very tightly,

Then I too hold her hairs then we started to fight

I thought how about making rock band with my long hairs,

but I dropped my idea as no one was suitable except me

I also clicked many photographs to be kept as remembrance,

I used to get excited hearing about my hairs,

My long hairs made me famous,

And believe me, they  was very  gorgeous.

But after some days my dad told me to cut my hairs,

I thought I like my hairs but with a labored ease of loss

I got my hairs trimmed.

When I reach my house all were looking at my hairs,

We laughed a lot.i told my dad I got my hair cut

He become very happy.

Really I miss my hairs very much.

Sometimes when I remember my hairs,

It looks like hairs have gone too far from me,

And also that pleasure will not come again and again….

 But I wish I got  that pleasure again……

 “I MISS U”

MY LONG HAIRS- ONLY REMEMBRANCE…..

P.S.: Its a poem about my hairs... Please send me your feedback by comment here.

I would like to hear from you...

My India, My Pride: 10 Interesting facts about India

1. India is the 6th largest country in the world, the largest democracy and one of the oldest civilization.

2. India has the largest number of Post Offices in the world.

3. India was one of the richest countries in the world before the British invasion in 17th century.

4. India is one of the largest exporter of computer software products. It exports software's to over 90 countries.

5. The origination of Yoga was done 5,000 years ago in India.

6. India has the world's largest pilgrimage destination called the Vishnu Temple the city of Tirupati. About an average of 30,000 people visit this temple donating about $6 million US dollars, everyday.

7. India has the most number of mosques. It has 300,000 mosques which is much more than the Muslim world.

8. Christians and Jews have been living in India since 52 A.D. and 200 B.C. respectively.

9. The famous board game called "Chess" was invented in India.

10. The value of "pi" used in mathematics was first calculated by the Indian mathematician Budhayana in 6th century.

I'm 18 Now... :-)

I am 18 now. I’m old enough to buy Cigarettes, Beer, etc. Old enough to play the lottery. I’ve messed up a lot in life. The worst part is knowing I’m not done messing up. I’ve failed classes and I’ve failed to see the point in doing certain things. I am more wise and more determined in my actions. But To me, I am still a kid. I’m not ready for love. I’m not ready for bills. I’m not ready to buy a house. I’m not ready to have a real job. I’m not ready to be called Uncle Vishal. Maybe I am ready. And I just don’t want to be. Being 18 has made me realize a lot. These things are slowly approaching and I don’t want them to. I’m scared and I am not ready. For anything. Life’s too unexpected.

Happy Birthday to Me...

Birthday to me-eeeeeee,

Happy Birthday to me.

My Family gave me a LG GU220 on one day before my Birthday. J J J

*takes a bow*

I’m halfway to 36 now.

*nods importantly*

Not that I look like it, mind you.  Actually, I look more like halfway to 30, but that’s not the point.

Well, it’s 8:00 pm on my 18th birthday and I have now spoken with every member of my immediate family.  Rock on!!!  This is somewhat unusual for us, mind you, so I’m feeling pretty shiny right now.

9 times out of 10 it has very cold on my birthday, probably because it is in November.  It didn’t Cold today.  It was bitingly cold instead.  Granted, it was above freezing this morning (by 17 degrees), but the 40 mph winds that lasted all day didn’t really do it for me.  Plus, it’s important to consider the fact that 2 days ago it was 19 C.   Then again, 3 days before that it was 15 C . . . so meh.

Me (Birthday Boy) and friends (Akshay Kumar, Himanshu Gupta and Nikhil Dubey) gossiping each other.

Speaking of ages, this message is for my Girl friend (but She Not Yet) – I Love You ______ J J J *cackles gleefully* J J J

As for my professional outlook, let’s just say that I’m exploring another angle that I hope to write about more as I get to understand its feasibility better.

Now, I am very Happy after my Birthday Celebration.