



Dear All,
This is a mail that came to me via the iland and because this is a potentially dangerous i wanted all you people to be beware. the mail is given below. This is a form of fraud that is known in the cyber world as Nigerian fraud.
http://www.ftc.gov/bcp/conline/pubs/alerts/nigeralrt.htm
Pls go through the link above you will come to know about it. In the event you have come accross it just ignore it and donot respond to it.
I hope rediff iland will take necessary steps to stop the fraudsters from using the iland as a medium to comit the crime.
From Miss: Evelyn George
Email:fine_time2008@yahoo.com
Dear Lovely One
Permit me to inform you of my desire of going into business relationship with you. I must not hesitate to confide in you for this simple and sincere business . I am Miss Evelyn George.the only daugther of late Mr.and Mrs George. My father was a very wealth cocoa merchant in
(1) To provide a bank account into which this money would be transferred to .
(2) To serve as a guardian of this fund since I am only 24 years.
(3) To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and
to secure a resident permit in your country. Moreover,Dear,I am willing to offer you 15%of the total sum as compensation for your effort/input after the successful transfer of this fund into your nominated account overseas. Furthermore, you indicate your options towards assisting me as I believe that this transaction would be concluded within fourteen (14 days you signif your interest to assist me. Anticipating to hear from you soon. Alternartive email:evelyngeorge112@yahoo.com
Thanks and God bless.
Best regards,
Miss: Evelyn George




Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Windy night
Whishpers’oft, as the light flickers, to tease….
a smile,
from the tumult of your eyes, like the smell
of clove, in a strepitous bazaar.
Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Aureate dawn
recreant darkness, as the flowers bloom, to steal….
a smile,
from your saturnine heart, like the scarlet blush
of nymph, in a sequestered hallway.
Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Clarion noon
drowsy mute, as the bee buzz, to squeeze….
a smile,
from your sanguine soul, like the anxious wait
of bride, in a tranquil aisle.
Tiny droplet shine and jostle, mawkish dusk
marching seas, as the birds nest, to nudge….
a smile,
from your crimson lips, like the yearning song
of canary, in a hermetic wood.
windy night Whishpers’oft…………….
sunil varma
(This is an old blog….which i had deleated by mistake i am re uploading it. So all those who have read it before i hope you like it again.)




Gloomy dawn and heavy skies
A dying mother and a weeping child…..
How important few more pounds can be? Ask the weeping child not me!
For a few more pounds can save his mom,
Take the grief of the weeping child and the pain of a dieing maid.
He runs house to house for few more pounds,
Pitiless rain makes it hard,
As the soft feet cut on the obdurate stone
How chilly can the December wind be? Ask the shivering child not me
But few more pounds can save his mom,
Make his life shine with joy and bring a smile on the dieing maid.
On the street is an apparatchik lord,
“10 pounds a day, to yell and tell how great the mayor is…..
Stick the flag on the shirt and run the city for a fee”
How do you stick a flag on a shirt? Ask the shirtless child no me
But a few more pounds can save his mom,
Let him be a child he is, on the warm hands of the dieing maid
“Don’t have a shirt my lord, but for half the fee I can yell and run
The good sir read, all his rules and gave a look at the little boy….
“My poor boy! Flag has to be”
How do you stick a flag on your chest? Ask the bleeding child not me…
But a few more pounds can save his mom
Take the pain off his chest and the tears of a dieing maid
All day long the child has run,
with a flag on his chest and smile on his lips
Yelling how great the Mayor is…..
How does one yell with a bleeding chest? Ask the smiling child not me
But few more pounds can save his mom
Bring some light into those rident eyes and a life in to the dieing maid
As sun simmers down in the west the west
And rain is tiered raining, the child runs to the lord and says….
“Six pounds is going to save my mom and four let there be”
The mayor calls the child and shows, a banner on the tree
Stick the flag on the shirt and run the city for a fee
“How can one pay without a shirt?” Thou shall not ask me
As the sun sets and birds return to the nest…..
The child lies with a wounded chest
As his mother lies in a wooden chest
I ask “How important few more pounds can be”
sunil varma
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This is a story that i have read when I was a kid, dont know the author. It was something that was resident in me all these years and i wanted to write it in my own way. Due credits to it original autor.




Wait….
Mother waits, neonate grins
Flowers wait, the bees spin,
Dew drops wait, pristine dawn,
Groom waits, bridal lawn,
What is life, but a string of endless waits?
Beetle waits, spiders’ claw,
Innocence waits, corrupt guffaw,
Widow waits, bygone way,
A grey beard waits, judgment day,
What is life, but a Sting of endless waits?
Bliss and dolor, the cross of
Like the leaf and the thorn, on a thicket vein
Each can’t stand one another
One is imperfect without the other
I stand await to ask you straight,
“What is life, if there is nothing to wait?”
Sunil Varma….




As words fade………..intentions, dazzle my eyes.
As words sear………..convictions, sting my nostrils.
As words intoxicate…adulation, assault my senses
As words thunder……abomination, split my eardrums.
“Words words words …..”
As words slowly drip,and their meaning slither my back.
These tiny winged words,perched on my lobes
urgent relentless whispers
“Words Words Words ….”
What are they but grimy patina,on a gleaming surface
scrub hard
and you will yourself feel. . .
the chaste emotion laced with hard nut shell. . . “
Sunil Varma




Love…Can we define it…….
A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
Would that be it… A single sentence to define the complex emotion that we call love. i often wonder if there is anything sui generus about it. Is it as comlpex as we are all made to beleive, or is the exhilaration just a reaction to what we beleive we should be feeling, based on our chemera about the whole thing.
A scientific explanation of the entire thing is a set of chemical reactions inside our human body which are triggered bacause of an external stimuli. Though the learned men of science have been able to explain these compleax organic reactions they have been unable to draw the equation that determines what triggers these reactions?
(go through the link there is a funny explanation of the same)
After going through few other sites which were of the similar type i started to wonder “hey is it that mechanical, if it is why do we look for it like a holy grail and always are disspointed that we have never found it.
In the few years i have been on this planet i have met a lot of people who claimed they have found the love of their life. I feel happy for them at that moment even though i find the same people looking for a new love a few years later. Now that confuses me for i was made to beleive Love is one time phenomena. So…..what is it…..how do i identify that what i am feeling is love.
Or is it worth all the trouble, should i be thinking at all?




Tiny droplets shine and Jostle….
Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Windy night
Whishpers’oft, as the light flickers, to tease….
a smile, from the tumult of your eyes, like the smell
of clove, in a strepitous bazaar.
Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Aureate dawn
recreant darkness, as the flowers bloom, to steal….
a smile, from your saturnine heart, like the scarlet blush
of nymph, in a sequestered hallway.
Tiny droplets shine and jostle, Clarion noon
drowsy mute, as the bee buzz, to squeeze….
a smile, from your sanguine soul, like the anxious wait
of bride, in a tranquil aisle.
Tiny droplet shine and jostle, mawkish dusk
marching seas, as the birds nest, to nudge….
a smile, from your crimson lips, like the yearning song
of canary, in a hermetic wood.
Tiny droplets shine and Jostle, windy night
Whishpers’oft…………….
……..sunil




Quotes about
We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.
Albert Einstein.
India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend and the great grand mother of tradition.
Mark Twain.
If there is one place on the face of earth where all dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is
French scholar Romain Rolland.(In the picture)
Hu Shih
(former Chinese ambassador to




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3. The world’s first University was established in Takshila in 700BC. More than 10,500 students from all over the world studied more than 60 subjects. The
4. According to the Forbes magazine, Sanskrit is the most suitable language for computer software.
5. Ayurveda is the earliest school of medicine known to humans.
6. Although western media portray modern images of
7. The art of navigation was born in the river Sindh 5000 years ago. The very word “Navigation” is derived from the Sanskrit word NAVGATIH.
8. The value of pi was first calculated by Budhayana, and he explained the concept of what is now k! known as the Pythagorean Theorem. British scholars have last year (1999) officially published that Budhayan’s works dates to the 6 th Century which is long before the European mathematicians.
9. Algebra, trigonometry and calculus came from
10. According to the Gemological Institute of America, up until 1896,
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12. The earliest reservoir and dam for irrigation was built in Saurashtra.
13. Chess was invented in
14. Sushruta is the father of surgery. 2600 years ago he and health scientists of his time conducted surgeries like cesareans, cataract, fractures and urinary stones. Usage of anesthesia was well known in ancient
15. When many cultures in the world were only nomadic forest dwellers over 5000 years ago, Indians established Harappan culture in
16. The place value system, the decimal system was developed in
The Picture in the Blog is Takshila




Facts that Would Make Every Indian Proud
Q. Who is the GM of Hewlett Packard (hp)?
A. Rajiv Gupta
Q. Who is the creator of Pentium chip (needs no introduction as 90% of the today’s computers run on it)?
A. Vinod Dahm
Q. Who is the third richest man on the world?
A. According to the latest report on Fortune Magazine, it is Azim Premji, who is the CEO of Wipro Industries. The Sultan of Brunei is at 6 th position now.
Q. Who is the founder and creator of Hotmail (Hotmail is world’s No.1 web based email program)?
A. Sabeer Bhatia
Q. Who is the president of AT & T-Bell Labs (AT & T-Bell Labs is the creator of program languages such as C, C++, Unix to name a few)?
A. Arun Netravalli
Q. Who is the new MTD (Microsoft Testing Director) of Windows 2000, responsible to iron out all initial problems?
A. Sanjay Tejwrika
Q. Who are the Chief Executives of CitiBank, Mckensey & Stanchart?
A. Victor Menezes, Rajat Gupta, and Rana Talwar.


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