**From & To Satish **( New Pictures Pl see pg 163) - Page 86

CREATION
A man said t o his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be
so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.
" The wife responded, "Allow me to explain.
God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;
God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!

hi everyone,

I hope this post finds all of you well and doing good.I got back to chennai yesterday afternoon and will be here for a week or so.maharani is racing headlong towards the climax and should wind up in another three to four months.

In the time i had i finally managed to finish vol 1 and vol 2 of stieg larsson's the girl with the dragon tattoo and the girl who played with fire.great reading and am waiting to start on the last book.

when i pick up a book at the library i generally do so after having browsed and educated myself about the book and more importantly the author.so it was a great shock to know that the author stieg larrson had died in 2004 and left behind these bestsellers which he had written just as a hobby and was not there to enjoy or bask in the fame which came his way.


a little info about him and his books.

Karl Stig-Erland Larsson /k?? sti:g '???nd 'l???n/ (15 August 1954 – 9 November 2004), who wrote professionally as Stieg Larsson, was a Swedish journalist and writer, born in Skelleftehamn outside Skellefte. He is best known for writing the "Millennium series" of crime novels, which were published posthumously. Larsson lived and worked much of his life in Stockholm.

He was the second best-selling author in the world in 2008, behind Khaled Hosseini. By March 2010, his "Millennium series" had sold 27 million copies in more than 40 countries.


Larsson's first fiction writing efforts were not in crime fiction, but in science fiction. An avid science fiction reader from an early age, he became active in Swedish science fiction fandom around 1971, co-edited with Rune Forsgren his first fanzine, Sfren, in 1972, and attended his first science fiction convention, SF•72, in Stockholm. Through the 1970s, Larsson published around 30 additional fanzine issues; after his move to Stockholm in 1977 he became active in the Scandinavian SF Society where he was a board member in 1978 and 1979, and chairman in 1980. In his first fanzines, 1972–1974, he published a handful of early short stories while submitting others to other semi-professional or amateur magazines. He was co-editor or editor of several fanzines, including Sfren and FIJAGH!; in 1978–1979 he was president of the largest Swedish science fiction fan club, Skandinavisk Frening fr Science Fiction (SFSF).

At his death, Larsson left behind manuscripts of three completed but unpublished novels in a series. He wrote them for his own pleasure after returning home from his job in the evening, making no attempt to get them published until shortly before his death. The first was published in Sweden in 2005 as Mn som hatar kvinnor ("Men who hate women"), published in English as The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. It was awarded the Glass Key award as the best Nordic crime novel in 2005. His second novel, Flickan som lekte med elden (The Girl Who Played with Fire), received the Best Swedish Crime Novel Award in 2006. The third novel in the Millennium series, Luftslottet som sprngdes ("The air castle that was blown up"), published in English as The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest, was published in the United States in May 2010.

Larsson left about three quarters of a fourth novel on a notebook computer, now possessed by his partner, Eva Gabrielsson; synopses or manuscripts of the fifth and sixth in the series, which he intended to contain an eventual total of ten books, may also exist.^[11] Gabrielsson has stated in her book, "There Are Things I Want You to Know" About Stieg Larsson and Me (Seven Stories Press, June 2011) that finishing the book is a task that she is capable of doing.^[12]

The Swedish film production company Yellow Bird has produced film versions of the Millennium series, co-produced with The Danish film production company Nordisk Film and TV company, which were released in Scandinavia in 2009.

Larsson died 9 November 2004 in Stockholm at the age of 50 of a heart attack after climbing seven flights of stairs to his office because the lift did not work.^[13] There were rumours that his death was in some way induced, because of death threats received as editor of Expo, but these have been denied by Eva Gedin, his Swedish publisher.^[14] Stieg Larsson is interred at the Hgalid church cemetery in the district of Sdermalm in Stockholm.



when i am not reading i spend most of my spare time quietly listening to suki sivams speeches.his words,short stories touch my heart and awaken some kind of goodness in me which i want to hang on to.


well i will write more as i gather my energy but until then i leave you with my wishes for all of you to have a great day and great life.



satish

Why is it that when someone tells you that there's billions of stars in the universe,you believe them. But if they tell you there's wet paint somewhere you have to touch it?


Can blind people see their dreams?


If a person owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way down to the center of the earth?


Why does mineral water that has trickled through mountains for centuries have a "use by" date?

What do you call male ballerinas?

A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most

Unusual funeral procession A funeral coffin was followed by a second one!

About 50 feet behind the first. Behind the second coffin was a solitary man

Walking with a black dog. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in

Single line. The man couldn't stand his curiosity.

He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss,

And I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral

Like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is

It?"

The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife."

"What happened to her?"

The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."

He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin? "

The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when

The dog attacked and killed her also."

A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. Then the first

One asks in excitement , "Can I borrow the dog?"

The man replied, "Join the queue. "

Why do we love children?


stories from around the world


A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, 'What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?'




It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. 'Is that a dog you got back there?' he asked.

'It sure is,' I replied.
Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, 'What'd he do?




A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.

'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out.
What have you got there, dear?'
With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'




I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, 'Mom, that lady isn't wearing a seat belt!'




A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone... 'Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now she's hitting the bottle.

homosapiens

There is a saying that being born as a human being is the pinnacle of births and the culmination of our cycles and importantly if having led a good life one reaches the feet of god.

There is a saying that humans are gifted with six senses and all other lives possess five senses.

The most gruesome act i have seen animals perform is when while watching a nature programmes i saw a group of hyenas attack an antelope while it was trying to deliver its child.accepted that the hyenas did it for hunger and dont know better for they are driven by instincts.But once i saw an hyena fight and give her life to a pack of lioness trying to protect her pup.

well i think animals are better than human beings.i read an article a few weeks ago where some teenage boys molested and killed a four old boy.daily i read fathers preying on their daughters,rape,molestations and the worse incident is when a handicapped girl being raped on a bombay train with a few dozen people present and did nothing about it.


Today i remember gandhi as the father of the nation for he struggled greatly and suffered so much to get our independence.he will never be forgotten.who will remember karunanidhi,stalin,alagiri and people like laloo prasad yadav.yes they will be remembered for their corruption and trying to fill their greed with easy money while in power.

I wonder why these people trade everlasting memory and love from their subjects by doing good rather than be hated and spited whenever their memory comes to mind long after they are gone.What are these people made of or what do they eat to operate thus.

Nowadays i dread going out in my car for the outside world seems strange and so do the people.sometimes i wonder if i am in chennai.this situation has become more acute for i have been spending lot of time in kerala for work in maharani serial.the traffic in chennai has become worse and so have the driving habits.each time i come back from driving i feel my heartbeat racing and my muscles tense.i feel so fatigued and drained that i want to build a rocket and fly off to space or go live in the forest in peace.


satish

Wrong side of bed...?

Mother Superior was on her way to late morning prayers,
when she passed two novices just leaving early morning prayers,
on their way to classes.

As she passed by the young ladies, Mother Superior said,
'Good morning ladies.' The novices replied,'Good morning, Mother Superior, may God be with you.' But after they had passed,
Mother Superior heard one say to the other,
'I think she got out of the wrong side of the bed this morning.'
This startled Mother Superior, but she chose not to pursue the issue.

A little further down the hall, Mother Superior passed two of the Sisters who had been teaching at the convent for several years.
She greeted them with 'Good morning Sister Martha, Sister Jessica,
may God give you the wisdom for our students today.'
'Good morning, Mother Superior.
Thank you and may God be with you.'
But again, after passing, Mother Superior overheard,
'She got out of the wrong side of the bed today.'
Baffled, she started to wonder if she had spoken harshly,
or with an irritated look on her face. She vowed to be more pleasant.

Looking down the hall, Mother Superior saw retired Sister Mary approaching, step by step, with her walker.
As Sister Mary was rather deaf,
Mother Superior had plenty of time to arrange a pleasant smile on her face before greeting Sister Mary.
'Good morning, Sister Mary.
I'm so happy to see you up and about.
I pray God watches over you today, and grants you a wonderful day.
'Ah, Good morning, Mother Superior, and thank you,
I see you got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.'

Mother Superior was floored! 'Sister Mary, what have I done wrong?
I have tried to be pleasant, but three times already today,
people have said that about me. 'Sister Mary stopped her walker,
and looked Mother Superior in the face.
'Oh, don't take it personal, Mother Superior.

It's just that you're wearing Father Murphy's slippers.'

Next time you're washing your hands and the water temperature isn't
just
>how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some
facts
>about the 1500s. Most people got married in June because they took

>their yearly bath in May and still smelled pretty good by June.
However,
>they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers
to
>hide the body odor. Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot
water.
>The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water,
then all
>the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children --
last
>of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could
actually
>lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out
with the
>bath water." Houses had thatched roofs -- thick straw -- piled
high,
>with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get
warm, so
>all the dogs, cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in
the
>roof. When it rained
> it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off

>the roof -- hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs." There
was
>nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a
real
>problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could really
mess
>up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung
over
> the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into
>existence. The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other
than
>dirt, hence the saying "dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors
that
>would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh
(straw)
>on the floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on,
they
>kept adding more thresh until when you opened the door it would all

>start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the
entranceway,
>hence, a "thresh hold." In those old days, they cooked in the
kitchen
>with a big kettle that always
> hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to
the
>pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would
eat
> the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold
overnight
>and then start over the next day. Sometimes the stew had food in it
that
>had been there for quite awhile. Hence the rhyme, "peas porridge
hot,
>peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old."
>Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.

>When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off.
It
>was a sign of wealth that a man "could bring home the bacon." They
would
>cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and
"chew
>the fat." Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with a
high
>acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food,
causing
>lead poisoning and death. This happened most often with tomatoes,
so for
>the next 400 years or
> so, tomatoes were considered poisonous. Most people did not have
>pewter plates, but had trenchers, a piece of wood with the middle
>scooped out like a bowl. Often trenchers were made from stale bread
which
>was so old and hard that they could be used for quite some time.
>Trenchers were never washed and a lot of times worms and mold got
into
>the wood and old bread. After eating off wormy, moldy trenchers, one

>would get "trench mouth." Bread was divided according to status.
>Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the
middle, and
>guests got the top, or "upper crust." Lead cups were used to
drink ale
>or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock them out for a
couple
>of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead
and
>prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table
for a
>couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink
and
>wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the
> custom of holding a "wake." England is old and small and the
local
>folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would
dig up
>coffins and would take the bones to a "bone-house" and reuse the
grave.
>When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to
have
>scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying

>people alive. So they thought they would tie a string on the wrist
of
>the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground
and tie
>it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all
night
>(the "graveyard shift") to listen for the bell; thus, someone could
be
>"saved by the bell" or was considered a "dead ringer." And that's
the
>truth. . . (who ever said that History was boring)?
>
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