A dip in my tub for a timeless experience

man_in_the_bathtubFor some reason, lately I am waking up with severe pain all over my body. No matter how much I deny it, I guess my age is catching up with me. Normally a tablet or two of Tylenol will do the trick of alleviating the pain. Though only temporarily.

To solve this problem, my son suggested that I take a Epsom salt bath in my bath tub. He says Epsom salt not only alleviates the pain, but also rejuvenates the skin and makes you look younger.

He is standing proof. He looks young alright (but don’t tell me that he is young anyway).

So the upside seems attractive. Especially the younger looking skin, with the pain taking the back seat now. Continue reading

Reaching out to the mind that is not there

Hardest thing for me to do is, reading the mind that is not there – Al Koran, the mind reader

How often are we really there?

Imagine yourself at the coffee shop with your dear friend at the table sitting next to you. Assume it is one of those odd hours when the shop is practically empty. So technically it is just the two of you. And yet he / she waves his or her hand in your face or snap the fingers just to get your attention. Then you realize, for a short while, you were not there.

The culprit is the conscious mind. Continue reading

Can a celibate priest guide you in matters of sexual intimacy?

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I bet you had been looking at the lady on the left far longer than necessary. I would even go so far as to say that you clicked on it to see an enlarged version. You ignored my writing here for a moment and then came back. If that be so, I can’t blame you my friend. And you don’t have to feel guilty either. It’s not sinful and it’s biological.

“Wait a minute. Since when did you assume priesthood and started prescribing what is sin and what is not?” you ask me. Continue reading

Hope my head scarf is as American as American Pie

Haunting EyesAll along I had been trying my best to steer clear of topics that relate to religion. That was until now. I happened to read an article in Newsweek titled As American as Apple Pie that set me up to write this post. To be exact, the words, “It depends on how you view my head scarf ” that got me thinking. In it, I see only a desperation to being accepted by the rest of the society (given one’s religious beliefs), rather than a quiet conviction in living by them.

I must confess at the outset that I don’t know much about my own religion. Continue reading

The concept of time

I remember the time I wore my first wristwatch. It was a simple analog watch, tied to my wrist with a leather strap, with hands for hour, minute and second. At that time it was one of my precious possessions. Whenever I was alone, I used to look at the second-hand for minutes on end, marveling at its beauty. What’s more, there was a very tiny airplane attached to the second-hand which kept circling at the periphery endlessly. It nearly had me mesmerized whenever I looked at it long enough. Sometimes I used to take it close to my ear and hear it ‘tick, tick, tick’. It was one of those moments in my life when time stood still. Continue reading

Speak your mind

I prefer an honest guy who looks me in the eye and says you have amazing tits than a phony guy who looks at my breast all night and says I have beautiful eyes. – says the lady in the movie “Little Indiscretions”

To many of us, Dwight Schrute in the TV sitcom Office (US), appears to be rude. For he speaks his mind so loud and clear, that it is annoying. But this week, Time magazine has brought out an article praising his virtues. It says that it does a whale of good to the office, if even one person in a group speaks his mind. Continue reading

Performance enhancement: at what cost?

“When you burn the candles at both ends, you pay the price” – Randy the Ram in the movie “The Wrestler”

Once I happened to view a cartoon where a professional baseball player, asking a young kid with a baseball bat in his hand, if he was in it just for the fun of it. To him it was awesome that the kid has such motivation but somehow found it to be unbelievable. Continue reading

Will writing blogs make you rich?

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What was I thinking?

My blog would one day make me a millionaire and at last I have my independent home overlooking the sea with my Ferrari standing in the drive way. My income for Google Adsense is helping me lead a luxurious life without a care in the world. Every day I have nothing else to do except to frequent one of the many social clubs where I am a popular member. I whiz past other ordinary mortals in their ordinary cars. I am not one of those worrying as to where their next paycheck is going to come from. I don’t have to work for the rest of my life.
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Hit it like a pro


Lately I have been having fun reading through the mails of Internet marketers.

“Do you really read them?” you ask. I hear you.

Normally I reach for the delete button. But now that the economy is bad and I have some time on hand, I thought I might as well read and do them a favor.

Few years ago, it would be enough just to insert someone’s first name at the beginning of a message using the mail merge feature of a word processing program and follow it up with a stock letter. The letter is deemed to have been personalized.

But not anymore.

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