Just a few years more before I hit the Big 4. But birthdays have never been so good. Only five days back, I had a great birthday with a few close friends. Went to this great restaurant which serves Thai, Korean, Mangolian, Chinese, Japanese .... food and I loved it.
Firoz and Jasmine, the party-goers had of course tried the place and like it anyway. So did Lindsay though his nights are usually spent in some bar rather than a restaurant. Patcy had never tried a restaurant like this and I could see she never will, but I am glad she was with us.
And I received gifts. Candles, jewellery, clothes, chocolates, diyas, cake, but best of all is my diamond ring. Now I know why people say diamonds are a girl's best friend. It has not left my finger.
But the party was not over yet. The next day got invited by a couple Rozina and Micky who are extremely sweet and very proud owners of a huge house. It was a double celebration, house-warming and my birthday. Sat, chatted, drank, ate and came home with a big smile knowing that the world a one big beautiful place.
Waiting for my next birthday!!!
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Monday, November 01, 2004
Great Words
"Laugh and the world laughs with you,
Weep and you weep alone,
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has sorrow enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer,
Sigh! it is lost in the air,
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice and the men will seek you,
Grieve and they turn and go,
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not want your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many,
Be sad and you lose them all,
There is none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must feast life's gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded,
Fast and the world goes by,
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no one can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure,
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on,
Through the narrow aisles of pain."
-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Weep and you weep alone,
For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has sorrow enough of its own.
Sing and the hills will answer,
Sigh! it is lost in the air,
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice and the men will seek you,
Grieve and they turn and go,
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not want your woe.
Be glad and your friends are many,
Be sad and you lose them all,
There is none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must feast life's gall.
Feast and your halls are crowded,
Fast and the world goes by,
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no one can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure,
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on,
Through the narrow aisles of pain."
-- Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
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