Link to my new blog on Times of India – http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/only-a-few-celebrities-need-to-be-celebrated-over
Only a few celebrities need to be celebrated over..
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Aamir Khan, Amitabh Bachchan, MohanLal, Pritish Nandy, Satyameve Jayate, Yuvraj Singh on May 22, 2012 by SharmilaThe American Pie
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Chen Guandcheng, Obama, Tiger Trail, US on May 3, 2012 by SharmilaLink to my new blog on Times of India - http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/the-american-pie
An open letter to Sachin
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Sachin Tendulkar, Tiger Trail, Times blogs, Times of India on April 26, 2012 by SharmilaLink to my new post on Times of India – http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/an-open-letter-to-sachin
Titanic for Netas
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Tiger Trail, Times blogs, Times of India, Titanic, UPA on April 24, 2012 by SharmilaLink to my new blog on Times of India – http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/titanic-for-netas
What is the purpose of the ‘beef festival’?
Posted in Causes, Environment with tags beef festival, osmania university, Tiger Trail, Times of India blogs on April 16, 2012 by SharmilaLink to my new blog on TOI - http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/what-is-the-real-purpose-of-the-beef-festival
Greetings..
Posted in Uncategorized on April 9, 2012 by Sharmila
Thank you so much for all your birthday wishes. Means much. Its yet another step to the finish line. And a big thank you to Mr Amitabh Bachchan for sending me his special wishes and wishes on the blog – http://bigb.bigadda.com/?p=9513
In this current mood that I find myself in, I leave you with one of my favorite Sonnets..
by: William Shakespeare
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thout that are now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, mak’st waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.














