beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

i personally find every body beautiful... but people i like, i find them more beautiful..... i find my mom most beautiful... even if she dint look the way she looked today, i would still find her beautiful.... i find my friends beautiful.. baeuty comes from their actions.. from their words..... why are kids the most beautiful.. and are they really beautiful.. its the cute things they do.. the way they smile..their innocence..that makes them beautiful.... well i think its perception.....
symmetry is beauty...beauty is in complexion..... beauty is in flesh.... sounds gross right..... but thats how beauty is intrepreted..... i hope i find somebody who thinks beauty is in the mind cos, when i grow old iam going to have wrinkles..........


while writing this blog i came across this article...
http://www.oswestryschool.org.uk/decimus/beauty.htm

thats a pretty interesting read...

hmmmm............

i took my mom for granted... i took my home for granted.. i took hyderabad for granted..i took my friends for granted... i took my activa for granted...
but only when iam staying away from them.. i realise how much i miss them..
i miss tomato pappu that mom makes.. i miss sleeping on my bed... i miss going to hyderabad central and doing nothing.... i miss the long drives with kk n ravi n cyrus and enjoying the music with them..... i miss my everyday visits to deli9 with aliveni... i miss being a street hawk on my activa... i miss the tea on the 2nd floor.... i miss my dolls...
now everything i talk..every thought of mine... has "back home" in it... but strange i donot want to go "back home"....
i miss my nothings..... :-(

for one more day

probably i relate myself too much to the book. No wonder i like it. I read the author's , Mitch Albom's earlier books too.Tuesday's with Morrie and Five people you meet in heaven. And obviously i had to read his latest, for one more day.Probably one of my best reads. I dont know why i say that. I dont say, i dont enjoy sheldon's , archer's. But albom's books dont have any plots. They dont have villians. They dont have heroes. No police. No suspence. They have everyday life. Everyday talk. And everything so beautifully told.
The story has a father,mother , their daughter...and a ghost...... I like the way he puts it. Every family is a ghost story. The dead sit at our tables long after they have gone... how true.....
The mom in the book signs all her mails to her son as 'I love you everyday'...
The father in the book says, he enjoys the slightest things abt his daughter ..and guess what example he gives.. he enjoys wiping the daughter's mouth after she eats french fries with tomato ketchup.......
Whats an echo, the persistence of sound after the source has stopped. When its quiet and other sounds are absorbed one hears the echo... When its quiet, we hear the echoes of our loved ones.....
The last sentence of the story... I would like to make things right again with those i love.....
I would like too......

whats in ....hmm..name... well..height...

why should i explain, why i named my blog that way... why should i tell people that..i am called pitki because iam short....well...iam not short..but yes..iam shorter than quite few...but then... why should i tell you all that... my blog...my wish..... my crap... but i wonder ...why am i called short.. arent all of us shorter than most others... well...even i am .. then why the hell am i called short... but thats ok... i think i like the advantges of being short... firstly i can hide my age... (isnt that what anybody wants.. and i get it without spending much in the parlor... ) secondly , i can stretch my legs in the movie theaters and cars inspite of the smaller leg space....... thirdly, i can sleep in the side upper berth (most of the times its not by choice though... )... i dont have to worry about mom scolding me when i buy skirts..( skirts of any length will eventually become long skirts for me.....) .... thanks god...:-)....... but then...why should i tell this to people... my height..my wish....oops..my blog.. my wish....

i was thinking of what to write .. i always thought i was good at saying what ever i think.. but today when it comes to putting something sensible in words... i seem to be at loss of words.. words...words ..words.... i love that song... its only words.... boyzone... but guess what..dad tells me that the original was sung by beegees.. Dont ever let me find you gone, cos that will bring a tear to me.. i wonder who writes..and how they write..... do they really go through pain to write sad songs.. only people in love can write love songs..?? i have no clue.. infact i dont even know how people can write poems.. and make them sound so beautiful.. most of the times ..i dont really understand the poem.. but the way the words flow...it sounds beautiful.. roses are red ..violets and blue ..monkeys like you ..must be kept in the zoo.. ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... wasnt it lovely....:-)