are we humans ????

These are pictures captured in Denmark and the same was reported in Japan too…it is a big shame for us…The Sea is stained in red and in the mean while it’s not because of the climate effects of nature. It’s because of the cruelty that the human beings (civilised human) kill hundreds of the famous and intelligent dolphins 😦 .This happens every year. In this slaughter the main participants are young teens.
To show that they are adults and mature…darn it.. :X.In this big celebration, nothing is missing for the fun. Everyone is participating in one way or the other, killing or looking at the cruelty “supporting like a spectator”. Is it necessary to mention that the dolphin Calderon, like all the other species of dolphins, it’s near instinct ion and they get near men to play and interact, In a way of PURE friendship  They don’t die instantly; they are cut 1, 2 or 3 times with thick hocks. And at that time the dolphins produce a grim extremely compatible with the cry of a new born child. But he suffers and there’s no compassion till this sweet being slowly dies in its own blood. It’s enough! Please show little care towards the sea creatures which will show us a way for a better tomorrow.
Take care of the world, it is your home!
Source: Google 



Emotions are feelings forced into actions,
mental conditions that control who we are.
Red like a stop sign anger can thwart you,
Blue like a clear sky contentment can breathe.

Stress is like mud when you run in a race,
slowing you down, stopping your pace.
Sadness is an empty room you wish was filled,
Love is like a puppy you cuddle and hold.

Excitement comes from that unexpected kiss,
Fear is black and creepy walks on eight legs.
You never escape them, their forms often change.

Emotions are like a new box of crayons,
colourful and bold.
We can paint a picture bright, to keep all sadness out of sight.
To hide from those held dear, to full of joy appear.
Insecurity so deep, afraid of others seeing us as week.

Our emotions we attempt to hide, but they are strong inside.
Instead our feelings we suppress, causing endless stress.
Feelings have thoughts that manifest without doubt,
but it’s not always convenient to let them out.

Use any means possible that’s brings you comfort and ease,
write in a diary, or go swinging from trees.
To talk of them freely takes courage and understanding,
have faith that the whole world is not into branding

They are a durable fire never tired never over burdening
Never sick never dying from itself never turning.

gobbledygook :X

yes not a difficult one to guess..its ricky ponting-australian captain…last world cup this chap let out to the public that “india have to raise their standards to compete with australia”…what the hell !! yes the god of cricket is in the indian team…he made him pack his bags to his country..well thats none other than sachin tendulkar-god of indian cricket team…yes ricky we indians have to raise our standards to compete with ur team but u need to raise ur team needs to raise ur standards to stand against this one man who is capable of thrashing ur entire team…yes lee i accept ur sportsmanship n patriotism to ur team but pls ask ur captain not to talk some nonsense to the media rather than accepting ur fault…..asking a wicket for the ball hitting the ground and going into the fielder’s hands…height of stupidity really…perfect kangaroo soup and punter for side dish yesterday nite:D…perfect:D


practically me :D

it was the night before the model exam..with so many people around u n an interesting match in the television operating systems (as it is called ) was the thing i had to face the next day….darn keeping the buk wide open i sat at the table…well some thing has to go wrong wen all are going stable :(…the buk was wide open but very soon my eyes wer tightly closed…mom rushed me into the rest room very soon (omg !! it was that tym i realized that it was morning 😀 *sheesh*)..devouring a bowl of flakes i managed to hack into my so called means of transport (my broken bus)…on reaching my course room ppl were interpreting,examining,comprehending the stuffs from the scrutiny of their notes !! well it cud nt help me out  either no matter wt they did do i cud nt get my mood into it :d…my companions thought that i was mad totally 😀 it was noon 12 wen i opened the flap of my laboratory n penetrated in…v all tuk our scripts n sat at our workstation 🙂 n as i saw my query paper..:( it was a big omg  …very soon papers wer flying outside ..helpless was i…suddenly arose wit from no where…my self confidence urged me to rite the code of my own…yes !! u d have guessed it …my intellects wrote the code on its own…n the output yielded a positive reply…80 percent on 100…more than enough :D…i do have brains lol ! all my friends scored lesser than me !! god u r awsome !!

the damn thing called mathematics :X

The human mind has never invented a labor-saving machine equal to algebra.

well well…when u ask ppl wts their favourite one,the perfect thingy wich cums out is mathematics..i m one of the many who hate this damn thing..i remember one of my teachers who sed MATH LIKE EVRYTHING TAKES PRACTISE TO BE GREAT AT.well no matter i try to put up my mind i am not coming to scratch upon this odium towards maths..n how does it happen that all acquaintances happen to b a genius on it….well am the kind of a person who  has never thrived upto it rite from my kindergarden…n all my educationalist abhorrence me for it..y dont u practise daily ?? raises a quaint person from nowhere…well wts the use runs in me…

its jus like vijay giving flop always 😀 though he tries much 😀 thats maths much 4 me:D n he does not care for it but i do 😀 thats the  difference between us 😀

come back baby !!

How can that be so?
Where did my friend go?
Did I tempt with fate?
I said I would be late.

She left in such a hurry,
it seemed like an awful flurry.
Now I’m standing here hurt,
dragging my heart in the dirt.

I told her she would be missed,
she didn’t want to be kissed,
and she sped off in her car,
well that’s it, all that you are.

Please come back my baby,
don’t say no or maybe,

I won’t be late once more,

and make you run out the door.

– SHRUTHI (a dedication to sahana ramakrishnan)