HEIGHTS!!!!

I was notified by a friend that some wacky female was using my pics n my About me in orkut!!
The crib!!
She copied everything she could!!
I want u people to help me..
Flag her..report her as bogus
It's as bad as stealing my identity!!

the link is...
http://www.orkut.com/AlbumView.aspx?uid=14736708262621156200

To L

In beauty of face no maiden ever equals her. It is the radiance of an opium-dream --an airy and spirit-lifting vision more wildly divine than anything I ever knew. Yet her features are not of that regular mould which we have been falsely taught to worship in the classical labors of the heathen. The features of hers are not of a classic regularity --although I perceive that her loveliness is indeed "exquisite," and feel that there is much of "strangeness" pervading it, yet I have tried in vain to detect the irregularity and to trace home my own perception of "the strange."

I examined the contour of the lofty and pale forehead --it was faultless --how cold indeed that word when applied to majesty so divine! --The skin rivaling the purest ivory, the commanding extent and repose, the gentle prominence of the regions above the temples; and then the raven-black, the glossy, the luxuriant and naturally-curling tresses, rendering image to the word hyacinth.

I regarded the sweet mouth. Here is indeed the triumph of all things heavenly --the magnificent turn of the short upper lip --the soft, voluptuous slumber of the under --the dimples which sported, and the color which spoke --the teeth glancing back, with a brilliancy almost startling, every ray of the holy light which fell upon them in her serene and placid, yet most exultingly radiant of all smiles. I scrutinized the formation of the chin --and here, too, I found the gentleness of breadth, the softness and the majesty, the fullness and the spirituality.

For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique. There are, I must believe, scores of lost souls within. I dare not fathom them, I will only stand at the edge and drink of their fullness.. The hue of the orbs is the most brilliant of black, and, far over them, hung jetty lashes of great length. The brows, slightly irregular in outline, had the same tint.
The "strangeness," however, which I found in the eyes, was of a nature distinct from the formation, or the color, or the brilliancy of the features, and must, after all, be referred to the expression.
The expression of the eyes of her! How for long hours have I pondered upon it! How have I, through the whole of a midsummer night, struggled to fathom it! I am possessed with a passion to discover. Those eyes! Those large, those shining, those divine orbs! They became to me twin stars of Leda, and I to them devoutest of astronomers.

From S

(Disclaimer:This is NOT my composition.
Initially intended to be a testimonial for me(nickname:Lara) in an online community..I thought it would be better placed in my blog...of course with the permission of the writer...
Courtesy:My friend and confidant Shaurya Chakraborty)

Sad....

It's a jungle out there and most of the Little Red Riding Hoods of today are prone to believe that the brave carpenters of yesteryear are on the endangered list if not an extinct species...
I was not an exception...
But then I got to hear the other side of the story from one of my friends..why guys are intimidated to be the Knight-in-the-shining-armour and help a damsel in distress..

"Ah, what can ail thee, wretched knight?" I asked
And he narrated...
He was on board a DTC bus when a drunkard was pestering a young girl...leaning over her and crash landing on her every time he could
...it was evident he was upto no good..and it was more intentional than accidental...
When the guy(my friend) couldn't take it any more he simply got up and kicked the fellow where he could...
He didn't realise how but the bastard started bleeding from the nose...
there were men all around and they started asking "Why did u kick him?"

The driver was so pissed off with the commotion that he stopped the bus and asked them to settle it on the road...
A load of hooligans ..all charged up and determined to bring justice to a poor innoucuous fellow beaten by a babu...
What happened next?
He was almost ashamed to say..he fled the spot..sped to the nearest auto and spluttered "Safdarjung JALDI !!"

He asked me what should he do if he encounters a similar situation..
I , as a friend ,couldn't ask him to risk his neck again

His voice faded among the hollering crowd..but what surprised me was..why was the girl a mute spectator???

If this be the attitude of females..then God forbid...

At least I know one man who isn't going to exhibit his chivalrous nature in public anymore..and it is not entirely his fault...

Him

One of the fondest memories of my childhood is watching Dad while he shaved.
I'd stealth upto him & stand motionlessly while he worked up a foam with his brush.The awe would surpass even that of an ardent admirer witnessing a maestro at work.
I'd inevitably end up calling out to Mom,"LOOK MOM!! Dad is looking like Santa Claus"
This would make him bepaint my cheek with his foamy brush and I would run away giggling.
For me,as a young girl,he was the epitome of grace,valour,generosity,success and every other quality I deemed as virtue.
I wanted to emulate him & the possible way I could get any near was to walk around in the house with heavy steps wearing his boots & sneak into his shaving kit & prtend to shave while I tried to reproduce each gesture with careful efforts that came naturally to him.
It gave me immense satisfaction to copy his movements and an equal dissatisfaction to see that my cheeks were as smooth as ever with no sign of stubble.
What I didn't realise was-u need to tease ur cheeks with a razor to get some

Thank God I didn't...