Happy Birth Day Walt Elias Disney

Walter Elias "Walt" Disney (December 5, 1901 – December 15, 1966) was an American film producer, director, screenwriter, voice actor, animator, entrepreneur, entertainer, international icon,^[2] and philanthropist. Disney is famous for his influence in the field of entertainment during the 20th century. As the co-founder (with his brother Roy O. Disney) of Walt Disney Productions, Disney became one of the best-known motion picture producers in the world. The corporation he co-founded, now known as The Walt Disney Company, today has annual revenues of approximately U.S. $35 billion.

Disney is particularly noted for being a film producer and a popular showman, as well as an innovator in animation and theme park design. He and his staff created some of the world's most famous fictional characters including Mickey Mouse, a character for which Disney himself was the original voice. He has been awarded four honorary Academy Awards and has won twenty-two competitive Academy Awards out of fifty-nine nominations, including a record four in one year,^[3] giving him more awards and nominations than any other individual. He also won seven Emmy Awards. He is the namesake for Disneyland and Walt Disney World Resort theme parks in the United States, as well as the international resorts Tokyo Disney, Disneyland Paris, and Disneyland Hong Kong.

Read the rest of the story here at wikipedia.

Simply Fly!

I am currently reading this book "Simply Fly" by Captain Gopinath. People know him by the founder of the Deccan Airlines. It is his autobiography. Just past the first sixty pages or so.


In one of the chapters he mentions that he is not married now when he is already 27. And he mentions of all the fascinating adventures and ventures he has been into. Has taken part in a war, traveled the length and breadth of America, lost his land to the government for the dam, been into farming, dared the nature and human foes to stay alone in a land uninhabitable. He has done all this but is just 27. I have a year more to reach that chronological milestone. But don't seem to have achieved much by that standards. Well marriage doesn't seem to be very much on the cards till then, but got quite a bit inspired to do more, and make out things that could make my life worthwhile. Sounds weird from my part. But that is what I do - get inspired each time I read something and then forget that altogether as if I never knew that book. God save my soul.

Vibrant green

Got this pic from here

Barren lands,

not a soul, 

not even a tree, 

no shade, 

nothing green, 

can we call it earth?

We will never know the value of a tree until all the greens vanish from the earth.

Never wish to see that day. 

Plant a tree.

Clean and Not Clean!

Sometimes there is lot more to think than the simple presumptions. 
Just got with a tweet at the twitter:

sardesairajdeep Rajdeep Sardesai

not a whiff of a financial scandal surrounding UID. proves that when the person at the top is clean, the system responds.

Obviously he mentions of Nilekani. At this junction, when the CWG is making all the wrong news, he may have made this comment keeping in his mind the no-matters-what-its-not-my-fault face of Suresh Kalmadi. Well there may be more. Even MMS or Sonia could suit well too. Never thought of being political at this juncture in my blog. But well sometimes you give into the temptations. And such tweets are the best of the temptations.



Here is another comment;

@bhogleharsha Harsha Bhogle

the bus from the plane to the airport looked like a cwg bus;rattled all the time and looked like it would come apart any minute!

 

Here it seems, well, perhaps, maybe, he forgot saying " media rattled at the hot new betting saga that takes new turns every day, which could make cricket come apart any moment".

May be he is frustrated that CWG has now started to take the limelight in every way possible. He must remember that the UN roof collapses too. 

It is true that our money got the dumps. But still have to be a bit positive at this stage.

Happy Birthday Flintstones...

Got this pic from here

Fifty years and still it never mattered as they do not seem to age. They are ageless, bringing smiles in the faces of millions of people. One could never forget Fred doing his share in hush-hush accidents. Spend-thrift Wilma and Pebbles bring their share of memories. How could one forget Dino, Baby Puss and Doozy? 

Got this pic from here

With Love,

Happy Birthday To You- Flintstones.

Tales of the wrinkles.

What this painting says:
Decades have been lived behind. There are not many years left to go. Wrinkles say stories of gallons of experiences and ounces of dreams fulfilled. Learned, not to get concerned with regrets and happy to have a child's heart at this age.

Music of Life

Secrets, that are never revealed, 

Dreams, that remain unfulfilled, 

Love, that remained, only from my part, 

Things, from which, we do get apart, 

Young Elvis Painting. More details about this painting is available here.

Life goes on, which ever way it can,

We run after it, chase it,

Knowing, but never realizing that we can't, 

The day ends, only when we realize that

all it mattered was just to be happy.

It is never too late,

Let the realization come,

Let's enjoy the music of life.

It is everywhere!

One more blog.

Well now I am on a blog making spree. Made two blogs back to back. Now this video blog. 

Stentorian Videos.

New blog!

Had a new blog roll into my rolls. And that too was mine!
It provides wisdom fodder!  
CLICK HERE : Wisdom Fodder

Learning times.

Sometimes and more often we deceive ourselves with thoughts that are ambiguous. We get those thoughts for some presumable self-doubt that we cannot get out of. Something holds us. It may be something that is beautiful, ugly or even something that does not exist. We are so much into this myth that our perceptions are governed by our unknowing deceit. We live in this mystery, doing things, working and holding a "clear" notion. And somewhere down our path we realize the waste it had been. We get into a situation where we were not supposed to be.

                                                              Got this photo from here
Sometimes everything remains unclear and hazy. We make desperate attempts to get relieved. The haze seems to rule our world. But often chance saves us. It makes us see hope in hopelessness. It see that our specks are just fogged and not our world. And the mist clears.  A ripe mind could have realized that earlier and saved some time from being butchered. Learning times.

Sometimes you do but not for doing.

                            Got this photo from here

Sometimes we find the easy way out. We do things. We do them, not because we got to do them, but because we got to get out of our stresses. We do them hard. We sweat out. It seems we get cured. Cure from something that we want to escape from. We get tired. We sleep hard. So hard that we even stop dreaming. Our so called inner perfectionist sleeps, our "cool" self sleeps too, our "I-Mind-My-Stuff-You-Mind-Yours" stuff sleeps. But alas when we wake up we find everything sleeping. And we are on our own "self" facing the same notion we escaped from. It starts to haunt us. We feel it's the sleep we are in. We think are in reality "perhaps". Sleep-reality-sleep-reality. We are no where. Neither in sleep nor in reality. We find ourselves "escaped". We never know what that escape meant to us. And at the end we escape from a lot many things in life to escape from life itself.

WISDOM FODDER

When we are sad...

we remember the person who loves us.

But when we are happy...

we remember the person we love!

Got this from here

Vijay Mallya hacked!

DNAINDIA reports that the Pakistan cyber army has struck again. This time it has hacked into the parliamentary website of Rajya Sabha member Vijay Mallya.
The Bangalore-based liquor baron found to his shock that his website, www.mallyainparliament.com, was not only hacked into, but also carried warnings of turning “Indian cyberspace into hell”. Mallya has lodged a complaint with the Delhi cyber police.
“The Pak cyber army was only sleeping, not dead… This is a payback from Pak cyber army in retaliation to the defacements of Pakistani sites! You are playing with fire! This is not a game for kids. We are warning you one last time; don’t think you are secure in this cyber space. We will turn your cyber space into hell… we gonna literally throw you in the deep sea… Will [take] revenge if any Pakistani site is hacked by Indians!” the Pakistan cyber army warning said.
The Pakistan cyber army also has an account on social networking site Facebook on which it has said that Indian hackers have been playing havoc with Pakistani cyber communities and websites for a long time and that “they [Indians] think Pakistanis can’t do anything.”

Read the full story here:
Vijay Mallya hacked!

Now we can have broadband at FIFTY times faster rate!!

Kiwi device to make broadband Internet 50 times faster at no extra cost

Manufacture by Remote Management Systems, the system looks like a modem, and connects with homes' existing wiring to boost broadband speeds without having to pay the more than 800 dollar fee for re-wiring a home with fibre-optic cables to get such fast internet.


Read the rest of the story over here:
Fast Internet

Hope such a thing arrives here in India too!

Pituitary Adenomas.

Well got this nice site on pituitary adenomas. 
http://www.pituitaryadenomas.com/


This site is dedicated for pituitary adenomas, including anatomy, physiology of the adenohypophysis, incidence, etiology, pathological anatomy, clinical manifestations, diagnosis, hormonal studies, surgical treatment, standard and modified approaches, indications for surgical treatment, a trial for constructing protocols for treatment strategies, postoperative results  and complications.

Have some ideas about pituitary adenomas in a nutshell:


Visit here: Pituitary adenomas in a nutshell.

Wisdom Fodder

The heart that cares too much for others is misunderstood.
The person who acts like caring is understood.

There is often the nuisance of misunderstandings. Take a break. Jump.

If ever Rs.30,000 crores is taken from you!

It is really dis-heartening to lose inheritance worth that value. Have you ever heard something like "enemy property"? A property battle across generations, and that too worth that value, can happen only in some royal family. And an ordinance from the president spoiled all the party that could have happened!
Read the total story:
Raja loses his inheritance estimated at Rs.30,000 crore.

Sometimes you know that people could be that amazing.

Tender Forever - My Love (Justin Timberlake Cover) // A Take Away Show from La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

Mamata Banerjee!

I am not a great a fan of her. I am not that into politics either.
But there is more than fun to hear her speak English.

Kanchan Gupta makes good humor of her in twitter:
"Maomata: Bephore you aashking me I am taleing. Dish akshident eej beeg conshpeerashy by mai enaymeej. Andarshtanding? No? Shala bokac**da"

This guy is a witty guy. To take his views on politics - some humorous and some serious.

Visit Kanchan Gupta on Twitter
Visit his website

Just hear to this

I never thought it could be so. I could hear this all day!!!


I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
Far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Well, every moment spent with you
Is a moment I treasure

I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing

Lying close to you
Feeling your heart beating
And I'm wondering what you're dreaming
Wondering if it's me you're seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever

I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing

I don't wanna miss one smile
I don't wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this
I just wanna hold you close
Feel your heart so close to mine
And stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time

Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
'Cause I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing

I don't wanna close my eyes
I don't wanna fall asleep
'Cause I'd miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you, babe
And I don't wanna miss a thing

Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don't wanna miss a thing

Syphilis....Funny fact about the disease.

Never thought that people would disown it for "Nameshake"


"syphilis had been called the "French disease" in Italy and Germany, and the "Italian disease" in France. In addition, the Dutch called it the "Spanish disease", the Russians called it the "Polish disease", the Turks called it the "Christian disease" or "Frank disease" (frengi) and the Tahitians called it the "British disease"". These "national" names are due to the disease often being spread by foreign sailors and soldiers during their frequent, unprotected sexual contact with local prostitutes. Thank god it is not an Indian disease at least in its name.

There is plenty of information on the disease...here

The talk of tolerance....

There are two views for everything. Tolerance helps us to see the other side. Tolerance I feel is the best virtue of the civilized world. There are people who are not like us, they have different ways and also they have different opinions. Their ideals are different so do is their outlook on the life. And this tolerance helps us to put up with these people.

Every day we come across a variety of people. Some of the moronic type (of course we consider them to be of that type) and some of them exhibit tantrums every too often. It is tolerance that only helps us to endure them with patience and without losing out temper.

But sometimes it is very disheartening. At times I get impatient. I let myself into things that I later realize to be very trivial to enter into with 'lost temper". I enter into arguments just to prove that I am right whether I am or not. Even in that process I may feel like moving astray of my original thoughts and perceptions. But I do that just to prove my point. In that burst of fury I create unpleasant acquaintances.

When we are unable to accept the other side of the thought. It creates bad blood. It leads to blows. It is just because we refuse to be just and fair minded. Across centuries thousands of men and women have lost their lives for the shake of difference in opinion in political, religious and social attitudes. And despite being in this modern times when we say that we are educated, we still do not let go of this curse of intolerance.

And apart from that we are strongly infested with dogmatism. It is a belief that one's own attitude and only that attitude is right and one fails to give space to any other belief. This is a fine recipe for anarchy and chaos. Any one who is intolerant cannot be more cursed.

Sipping Tropicana.....

A lot of people like to do that. Well my favourite flavour is “Guava Nectar”. It may rather seem that I am doing some sort of an ad of the drink. Hell no!

After a whole night of emergency duty in medicine ward, nothing could be more refreshing than a pack of that drink. I was there at the canteen overlooking the backyard of the med dept. It was a lot of effort straining the eyes to keep them open. There was nothing in my mind. I was just guessing how long it would be before I hit the bed. It seemed as if the clock has stopped. There was indeed a lot of work left out. Then I heard a bunch of guys of the morning shift murmuring something. I overheard them passing on some raunchy comments on a girl (of course it was not audible to her). I looked at her. And she was worth every bit of all those comments. She had a drink in her hand too. No doubt it was the same Tropicana. She was cooling herself out after that day’s class in her med postings. I couldn’t take my eyes out of the curves that she presented.

“Oops!”

I didn’t know how that escaped out of my mouth. I never do that. I never think that I could be that mean. I looked around. There were no eyes on me. I took a breath of relief. Suddenly the murmurs got louder. Then through the corner of my eye gave another gaze.

She was giving the “profile view”. It was quite natural for her to do that but at least she pretended of being unaware of the thoughts over a guy’s mind. Great lips I thought; drenched in saliva mixed with the “guava nectar”. Am I getting too sleazy? Let me stop this narration over here despite having more in my imagination. There were some more murmurs. The guy’s got louder and bolder. I could have got too, but there was no more energy left in me. I would have stayed there longer had not been there a call to attend to.

I got busy in that day’s work. It was never again in my mind that day. I was fortunate enough to get some time sooner to hit the bed.

It seems that I am writing a dumb description of something that happened that day....Guys drooling over the girls. Well it is just the long prelude of the short event that occurred the day after. I went to the canteen to chill myself off. I saw a girl standing in the same position...having something in her hand. Well it was a drink. I got nearer. It was the same Tropicana... ”guava nectar”.

This shouldn’t be happening. Indeed yesterday I was tired but not to that extent that it would make me hallucinate. I tried to recollect and everything got clear. This girl was also there yesterday and is friends with the first one. She got so impressed with the passes that her friend received that she is standing and doing exactly what she saw her friend doing. Same style, same posture, same attitude and same perhaps everything except the fact that she was not “she”. There was no one, I mean anyone to pin passes at her. But still she was on with her venture...a practice of some sorts.

The day before I was straining to keep my eyes open but now it was like strain to keep the mouth shut. I was like having fits of laughter in my mind but still couldn’t laugh. I just gave an aerobic smile and got one return.

So in the end a little thought of the reality. People copy when they get a chance to do so. But they end up being dumb-heads.

But still I can’t stop laughing and sipping Tropicana. Hahahahhahhahahhahahah.....ummmmhahahha...my tummy is aching.

IPL, Modi, Sunanda, Tharoor, B’wood, BCCI and CBI – Please RGV make a movie.

The hero, the heroine, the villain and an envious storyline are all apt to make a mega-budget, mega-starrer mega-thriller. Well please somebody stop me if I am going over the clouds.

Starting from the day when IPL was conceived it seemed something fishy. It was perhaps made in the lines of other sports leagues across the world (of course sports other than cricket). After some days of the league matches I heard reports of semi-finals and finals. It is obvious that I had never seen the fixtures. Well I could hardly believe when I heard that indeed they are going to happen (the finals). What kind of a league was this when the league winners are not going to hold the trophy? See they are being made to play finals. And then what’s the meaning of this two tier league. This is something that is for the bookies and the betting masters. If the league leaders were to hold the champions trophy then there is nothing more to do for the betting pros.

Well before the tournament began there were a lot of things happening in the backdrop and the backstage. The bidding went through. Celebrities, businessmen and political contacts owned teams. Sometimes I get astonished why the biddings and auctions take place behind the closed doors. Is not that the very concept of closed door activities like this, seem suspicious? Well in this country when the individuals are supposed to declare their assets before activities like elections and before holding important government posts then why these stake holders are kept under wraps.

One edition of the series was held in India and the other edition was taken to South Africa. They were held with all sorts of sleaze, booze and partying! Then the third season happened in India again. It was spring time for everyone until the bidding for two new teams happened. It pulled down skeletons out of like “every closets”. Careers got murdered. Bollywood stars, politicians, CEO’s, ex-cricketers and many more got implicated. The CBI got into action. The income tax officials had a massive pan Indian exercise. No wonder, they are the ones who are there where money lies. It even rocked the parliament. And a few more days and a few more heads and it could be the biggest reality show ever. There is nothing more that the media could ever ask for.

In this hullabaloo, something that got the most coverage was the tryst between Modi, Tharoor and Sunanda. And as the ends of all the three are nearing, Tharoor has lost his job, Sunanda her stakes and Modi is on the verge of quitting. If this is not enough then there is more spice to the drama. With allegations that the matches were fixed, the tournament could not be more cursed. But what are we missing..... Rakhi Sawant! Don’t know how that name pooped out from me.

This is Indian answer to WWE opera.

So where are you RGV, after Phoonk2 you have another script! Get working.

Memories of the broken pot...

There are things that matter you, the same things that are just crap for others. You keep them with you no matter what comes. Days pass, but still those remain with you. You never let go of them. It may be a grand object or it may be something that is too trivial to have any value. But despite that you keep it as your most valued possession. It may be a pen, an old music record, a toy that people would sneer at to see a grown up guy having it, or even a piece of paper with something scribbled on it. Whatever it is, you never part with that. It is so because they evoke memories that you do not want to part with. They make you remember times you really longed for. Times when someone loved you. Times that you could never forget. Times that would put a smile on your face. Times that would make your eyes brim with tears. Times with unforgotten memories, muffled with sweet voices and of smells still tingling your senses and of people you crave for the most. So what's crazy on my part to have a broken pot?