| Cricket: This is the # 10 batsman Sreesanth, of India, responding to the South African Andre Nel's comment "Man, just don't swing your bat, have a heart to hit the ball", by hitting the very next ball for the maximum six runs and by showing his "heart" in front of Nel's face..... I hope this has made my clip more clear to the non-cricketing public! | |
| Santa Claus singing Jingle Bells. so there u go.....sing along....jingle bells jingle bells jingle all the way!! and a MERRY CHRISTMAS!! from me Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh, Over the fields we go, Laughing all the way; Bells on bob-tail ring, making spirits bright, What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a ride, And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side; The horse was lean and lank; Misfortune seemed his lot; He got into a drifted bank, And we, we got up sot. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. A day or two ago, the story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell; A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh, He laughed as there I sprawling lie, But quickly drove away. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. Now the ground is white Go it while you're young, Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song; Just get a bob-tailed bay two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! you'll take the lead. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh. | |
| URTV Production.....one of my favorite comic character...calvin......such a sweet kid he is!!! | |
Hii there!! During one of the personality development classes that I attended in college, the following is one such exercise which we were required to do. We had to frame an imaginative and creative story of our own using some words randomly given to us. The words are as follows:
Davos-tissue-blood- car radio-carpet-ball-apple-knife
When I saw these words first, I thought these would be very useful in framing a nice fictional mystery/thriller story. So here goes my first proper original short story of mine:
On a typical cold winter night in Davos, the Minister of Industries, K. Naik is still contemplating about what had happened over the past week. A renowned journalist and newspaper editor, Sudhesh Kaur had discovered certain confidential information regarding a foreign commercial agreement in which Naik had very conveniently roped in a lot of money for himself. Sudhesh was once a very good friend of Naik but then where is friendship spared in the dirty game of competitive politics. Thus, Naik was at stake. His involvement in the agreement would create a hell of a controversy. But Sudhesh being a shrewd journalist thought of getting himself richer through this leak out and called Naik home for negotiation.
They greet each other for the sake of doing it and Sudhesh makes two glasses of whisky on the rocks. Sudhesh soon comes to his point and proposes a huge sum to which Naik was dumbstruck. But he had no other choice than to accept his proposal since his everything was at stake-his post, his income, his standing in society and the welfare of his own family. He starts to sweat unusually and takes out a tissue to wipe himself. He looked out of the window totally ashamed by his actions and did not know what to do. He saw a cunning feel in the eyes of Sudhesh that troubled him. Seeing a knife pierced into an apple placed in a bowl on the table gave him strange and evil ideas. He felt like taking that knife and piercing it into the body of Sudhesh, his blood oozing out which would stain his coat and drop on the carpet. Then he would have to clean the carpet to remove all evidence and would also to have to see that he left no fingerprints or footprints behind. After that, he would have to carry his body to the car and drive the corpse to a forbidden land and bury him like he had seen in most movies. This thought scared him even more and he finally agreed to make the deal with Sudhesh who was at the same time playing with a ball like paperweight. After shaking hands, Naik leaves and drives back home listening to his favourite program over the car radio. But this time, it did not amuse him like before. He imagined hearing from the same car radio, an announcement regarding the pathbreaking discovery of Naik in the international scam.
Now in his hotel room in Davos which had a nice posh comforting ambience, made no difference to Naik who knew that anytime anything could be done to distort his standing and maybe he would not able to come here the next year for the World Economic Forum.
So let me know how you found my story and do send me in your honest comments. Thanks a ton for taking the time to read it.
Take care
lilratty
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India, Tamilnadu, Singara Chennai, English, , Vidya, Female, 16-20, painting, listening to music.
