Thoughts, forwards, and oddments

My cousin Gayathri, had recently put in FB, whY wE nEeD A loVer wheN v H@VE sO mAny @RounD 2 LoVE uS??????????
a wisE m@n sAid.........................................
AiR iS eVerYwhEre But V stIlL nEed @ f@n 2 fEeL iT.................................:)

But then, there is nothing like fresh air, fans get spoiled....

Fans circulate air, and is used for the purpose of cooling or refreshing oneself.


A hand-held fan is any broad, flat surface waved back-and-forth But generally, purpose-made hand-held fans are shaped like a sector of a circle and made of a thin material (such as paper or feathers) mounted to slats which revolve around a pivot so that it can be closed when not in use.


It was a terrible week, when the celing fan went out of order, and there was neither AC nor Air coller, earlier because of the heat, and then all of a sudden on fine day, angry roar of the nature, and me busy in office, worried, if I had forgotten to close the windows! Everything in my room would have been drenched...but Thankfully, it was closed, when I reached home...
Ceiling fans, appeared in the 1860s and 1870s, in the United States. The ceiling fan has been going around far too many times than normal. And at greater speeds than normal.

Like any other English word, ‘Fan’ to had various refrences in technology, entertainment, computing, geology, biology and place names…

And on love, there could be endless to write, are fans, lovers?

Just yesterday I read here: http://www.suchitra.com/2010/06/love-vs-like/
Like” is easy to explain-its the sum total of the characteristics a person posesses that one reacts positively and instinctively to- its a feel good factor. A reaction we have in our physical being…our 5 senses
But love… what is love then? Is it just a chemical combustible reaction we will never ever understand? Uninformed blindness?
I’m not talking only about amorous love here. But something much wider and all encompassing. Do we really love our parents/spouse/ brother sister blah blah? Would we actually love them if they were not blood or societal impositions forced us to beleive that we love them regardless of how they make us feel or how they really are as people?



And I liked this, http://poornima-mydreamworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-do-we-shout.html

Oh my Gaaaddd, where am I going…Better I stop….

But I feel sad, when people dont mind their loved ones around, but is busy always on their mobile...talking to someone....Is it .....????


The HAPPIEST people do not necessarily have the BEST THINGS in life. They simple APPRECIATE the things they have.