Why Men Use Porn (and How to Get Yours to Stop) | Psychology Today

http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/just-listen/201001/why-men-use-porn-and-how-get-yours-stop

Do you wanna Sugar Daddy?

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2010/05/seeking-arrangement-201005

A Golden Oldie!

http://i.imgur.com/RihMh.jpg
Get The Triforce

Ron Muech – Hyper Realist Sculptor - Chill Out Point

http://www.chilloutpoint.com/featured/ron-muech-hyper-realist-sculptor.html

Healthy Looking

(Overheard Conversations)

Girl: Yeah, hello...haan...accha...you are searching for praneeta?

Mystery person on the Phone:mumble mumble mumble.

Boy: Praneeta...you know what she said to me the other day...

Girl: Haan accha...arre nahin re...you will find her in my class itself...

Boy: You know what Praneeta said to me the other day...she tells me...

Girl: Arre rukh na...I'm talking on the phone na...understand yaar...

Mystery person on the Phone:mumble mumble mumble.

Girl:Haan accha...arre nahin re...you will find her in my class itself...she is a bit dark, is wearing a green salwar...kinda short...and...

Boy :She's fat...SHE'S FAT...SHE'S FAAAAAAT!  (His voice rising into a thunderous crescendo)

Girl:And she's a bit healthy looking !....shut up yaar...they can hear you on the phone...

Me (the fly on the wall so far) :Snort..Snort..Snort...Chuckle...snicker...oh excuse me...sorry...I'm sooo outta here  !

I just want you to hold me

http://www.bspcn.com/2010/05/18/i-just-want-you-to-hold-me/

Crash

The Art of Dying came to me whenever my flight landed in Mangalore...my home town, my birth place, the place where my memories are, the place where my heart belongs.

You see, Mangalore airport is located on a hill top which has been flattened to accommodate a runway , and therefore it has a shorter than usual runway, almost 1/4th shorter.

A pilot once told me that the shorter runway on top of the hill made it some what tricky to land. 

You could always  feel the added violence whenever a plane landed in Mangalore.

The deceleration was harsher, the brakes were more jarring and the tires screeched louder than in other places.

At these times, I used to wonder what it would mean if the plane crashed and if we all died.

Would I be ready to leave everything behind? 

In a world of uncertainty...am I still clinging on to things that I have no control over?

And It finally happened.

Although not to me...

and I feel sad.

My heart feels heavy even though the loss is not mine.