Walking on the Moon

What giant step did you take where you hoped your leg wouldn’t break? Was it worth it, were you successful in walking on the moon, or did your leg break?

I don’t remember any one in particular, but I have done it quite some times with different possible outcomes. I like to believe I’m a risk taker, or at least down that path.

Though I have broken body parts quite literally (and not just metaphorically) in some such endeavours. 😛

Nothin’ But A Good Time

Imagine that tomorrow, all of your duties and obligations evaporate for the day. You get the day all to yourself, to do anything you please. What types of fun activities would make your day?

Go out, meet people, eat at new places, keep roaming like a vagabond.

“What do you do for a living?”
“I read. I travel. I love. I laugh.”
“No. How do you earn your bread?”
“Oh I work. But that’s not living.”

🙂

 

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We all have our vices

I guess.

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“I like to think of fire held in a man’s hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind–and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression.”
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
 
Not that I’m encouraging or implying anything. 😉
 
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

When I think of the word treasure, what comes to my mind is moments. What more else is cherished than by those great moments of life? Be it with loved ones, an achievement or just simple observations or events which brings a smile to your face. As the saying goes (author still unknown) Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

This was taken during my morning runs at SGNP, an old man making this little kid walk and wave back at anyone who looks at them, which the kid quite enthusiastically was obeying. Grandparents (here presumably) do like to start them off early aye? 🙂

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West End Girls

Every city and town contains people of different classes: rich, poor, and somewhere in between. What’s it like where you live? If it’s difficult for you to discern and describe the different types of classes in your locale, describe what it was like where you grew up — was it swimming pools and movie stars, industrial and working class, somewhere in between or something completely different?

Mumbai Bombay is my beloved city where I currently live in. I was born here, grew up here (no I’m not going to pull the “will probably die here” thing)

This city has a very unique mix of varied flavours. Funnily, just talking about where I reside (northern part in the suburbs at the peace and quiet, at times) just here there are people of all classes from the rich to the poor and those in the middle. There is greenery and buildings all around (Mumbai is the largest city in the world with a forest in it!) and this is just where I stay here. From greenery to the sea, crowed (and stinking) places to lush beauty, from amazing architecture to not-so-pleasant sights, here people are more patriotic to the city than the country. 🙂

I should start clicking (much!) more photos now with my new camera.

With (or Without) You

Tell us about the time you threw down the gauntlet and drew the proverbial line in the sand by giving someone an ultimatum. If you’ve never handed out an ultimatum but secretly wanted to, describe the scene and what you would say to put an end (one way or another) to an untenable situation

I’ve handed them a few times before, but not exactly the kind of mentioning.

Compensating for not much of an answer, here is a nice song which I remembered from the title. No not that one. This one is much better. 😉