VenChar

Suddenly miss Charan’s farmhouse and all the people there

Sadabahar

Meaning “always outside” not “always in full bloom”. This was my favorite person in the stable. Once was given a task of making her pee in a can J

Cola

She was from a litter with Pepsi, Sprite, Thumbs up…She was worlds smartest Doberman bitch. Trained to kill….literally. Never on leash…Actually.

Karishma

Sadabahar’s mercurial soul mate, born together, died together

Tim-Tom

Dashund who loved to sneak into my blanket and sleep on top of my tummy

Beena

            Dashund bitch who never liked being touched

Sprint (was also called Pebbles for some time)

            Quiet Dalmatian bitch whose tail hit like a whip

 

And of course Vanessa and Charan.

Made for each other.

“The VenChar” nameplate’s now moved from Kelve to Patpanhale.

Vanessa Poultry farm is now actually become Khatu Dairy Farm J

Wanna join me on my next visit?

 

 

$ Dreams

Road back home from office passes thru a grave yard.

Second week into my new job noticed two peculiar graves.

These two relatively large tombstones have huge dollar signs on them.

“Died waiting for an onsite opportunity”

I interpreted the invisible words engraved below the $.

           

 

I am a horse

Don’t know why I keep taking these personality tests.

What animal are you? Take the test!

Malgudi Days

This is somebody else’s description of AGUMBE

 

“If you enjoy spectacular sunsets, sparkling streams, verdant village vistas and an unspoilt rustic ambience, Agumbe is the place for you. Situated at an elevation of 826 metres in Shimoga district, Agumbe provided the perfect setting for R. K. Narayan to film his novel Malgudi Days. Agumbe and its environs are full of exciting trekking routes. Forested trails lead from here to a jungle pond called Emkal Kere, a hillock called Nishani Gudda and to Barkana Falls. Agumbe is also known as the Cherrapunji of South India. You can stop by the 14th century temple with Hoysala-style sculptures dedicated to Lord Gopalakrishna. The sunset as seen from Agumbe is a spectacular sight and many visitors come here to watch it, especially between November and January. A microwave tower, a significant landmark of Agumbe, is located at this point.”

 

We’re leaving for this place tomorrow.

Should be fun.

 

 

WHY ME.....OH LORD!!!!!!!!!

From: Syeda Rabia Fathima
Sent: Tuesday, August 17, 2004 11:29 AM
Subject: FW: WHY ME.....OH LORD!!!!!!!!!


Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS. From
world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed :
"Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?

To this Arthur Ashe replied: The world over -- 5 crore children start
playing tennis, 50 lakh learn to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional
tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach
Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, When I was holding a cup I
never asked GOD "Why me?".

And today in pain I should not be asking GOD "Why me?" Happiness keeps u
Sweet, Trials keep u Strong, Sorrow keeps u Human, Failure Keeps u
Humble, Success keeps u Glowing, But only God Keeps u Going.

I know I am what I am

My Unconscious me is the same as my Conscious ME.

Am i evolving or what!!!

And it seems my "variant type" is sexual. Whatever is that supposed to mean

Conscious self	Overall self

Take Free Enneagram Personality Test

Enneagram Test Results Type 1 Perfectionism 45% Type 2 Helpfulness 77% Type 3 Image Focus 66% Type 4 Hypersensitivity 41% Type 5 Detachment 41% Type 6 Anxiety 53% Type 7 Adventurousness 85% Type 8 Aggressiveness 74% Type 9 Calmness 86% Your Conscious-Surface type is 9w8 Your Unconscious-Overall type is 9w8

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I am Calm AND Aggressive. DEADLY combo, dont you think?

Ecce Mulier

Ecce Mulier: "Immortality Recipe
1 Writer

1000 Oz. of love

1 Teaspoon of memories

1 Heartbreaker

10 Pieces of pain

10 Nights of despair


After finding a writer it is necessary to put him inside a trust bowl. Macerate him in a friendship sauce. Cover the bowl with a possessive cloth and keep it in a warm place for a couple of months. Once macerated spice it up with 500 oz. of love. Add the teaspoon of memories. Put the whole mixture in a silver tray and cut his flesh to insert the 10 pieces of pain. Decorate with the 10 nights of despair and put it into the oven. Leave it for a couple of days and the image of you embedded in his mind will start cooking him from within. The heat will be enough for him to write about the chef. About the heartbreaker. The flavor of words found in this dish will most likely last forever. So will you."