My Own World……

July 30, 2007

The Second Coming – W.B. Yeats

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 12:18 pm

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

– W.B. Yeats


July 25, 2007


Filed under: Enjoying Corner — jagrutivalani @ 9:58 am

A project manager, a computer programmer and a computer operator are driving down the road when the car they are in gets a flat tire. The three men try to solve the problem.
The project manager said: “Let’s catch a cab and in ten minutes we’ll reach our destination.”
The computer programmer said: “We have here the driver’s guide. I can easily replace the flat tire and continue our drive.”
The computer operator said: “First of all, let’s turn off the engine and turn it on again. Maybe it will fix the problem.”
Suddenly a Microsoft software engineer passed by and said: “Try to close all windows, get off the car, and then get in and try again.”

July 23, 2007


Filed under: Enjoying Corner — jagrutivalani @ 10:40 am


Q. Why don’t skeletons fight each other?
A. They don’t have the guts.

July 21, 2007

She walks in Beauty

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 12:17 pm

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win. the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

– Lord Byron

July 18, 2007

Quotes-Mother Teresa

Filed under: Quote — jagrutivalani @ 11:27 am

* Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.
* Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much  greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
* Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.
* Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person.
* Each one of them is Jesus in disguise.
* Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having   someone to call their own.

– Mother Teresa

July 16, 2007


Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 8:26 am

Slowly,silently,now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees,
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

– Walter de la Mare

July 11, 2007

Chinese Potato Salad

Filed under: Recipe — jagrutivalani @ 11:29 am

Chinese Potato Salad

5-6 medium potatoes (about 2 1/2 pounds)
4 slices bacon, well-cooked and crumbled
3/4 cup chopped bok choy
1 red pepper, diced
1/2 cup chopped green onion
1/4 cup chopped celantro

1 1/3 cup mayonnaise
1 tsp sugar
1 tbs soy sauce
1-2 tsp sesame oil
1/8-1/4 tsp hot mustard powder
1/8 tsp salt

Boil the potatoes until cooked but still firm. Cut into potato salad-sized chunks. Mix the ingredients for the sauce together,using more or less sesame oil and host mustard according to taste (the more the better, up to a point…). Put all solid ingredients together in a large bowl, then add the sauce and mix well. Chill.

July 9, 2007

Sea Fever

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 10:52 am


I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

– John Masefield

July 6, 2007

Quotes-Irving Berlin

Filed under: Quote — jagrutivalani @ 10:56 am

1. The toughest thing about success is that you’ve got to keep on being a success.

2. After you get what you want you don’t want it.

3. Everybody ought to have a lower East Side in their life.

4. Never hate a song that’s sold a half million copies.

– Irving Berlin

July 5, 2007

Yours and yours and yours

Filed under: Poem — jagrutivalani @ 8:43 am

The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I haveIs yours.

The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have
Yet death will be but a pause.

For the peace of my years
In the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

– Leo Marks

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