Only a few celebrities need to be celebrated over..

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on May 22, 2012 by Sharmila

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

Cartoons, trying hard…

Posted in Causes, Social, Tiger Trail, Times Blogs, Times of India with tags , , , on May 15, 2012 by Sharmila

Link to my new blog on Times of India – http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/tiger-trail/entry/cartoons-trying-hard

The American Pie

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on May 3, 2012 by Sharmila

Link 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 , , , on April 26, 2012 by Sharmila

Link 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 , , , , on April 24, 2012 by Sharmila

Link 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 , , , on April 16, 2012 by Sharmila

Link 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.

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