Creation Of Woman

I don't know where I got this from but it was in my collection of odds and ends. It is the recipe of a Hindu god who created woman and it goes like this:

“Take the lightness of the leaf, the glance of the fawn, the gaiety of the sun’s rays and the tears of the mist; the inconstancy of the wind and the timidity of the hare; the vanity of the peacock and the softness of the down on its throat. Add the harshness of the diamond, the sweet flavour of honey, the cruelty of a tiger, the warmth of fire and the chill of snow; the chatter of the jay and the cooing of the turtle dove. Melt and mingle these ingredients and woman is the result.”

Everybody, Somebody, Anybody & Nobody

There is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody & Nobody. There was an important job to be done and everybody was sure somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but nobody did it. Now, when somebody got angry about that because it was everybody's job, everybody thought that anybody could do it, but nobody realized that everybody would not do it. It ended up that everybody blamed somebody when nobody did what anybody could have done.

The Phantom Of The Opera

Had the occasion to see the film "The Phantom Of The Opera" on PIX television. It was good but it was not as good as the stage version I saw in Las Vegas the September before last. The stage version was, in tune with the title of the play, more mysterious and spellbinding. I doubt if I would have felt the same feelings that I had on seeing the stage version, even if I'd seen it on the silver screen.

The stage management was, of course, nothing short of spectacular.

Rascal

This is my daughter's dog. His name is Rascal N. Daniel. How's that for a name?

Fastest Guitar Playing

The YouTube video posted on 16/02/2001 is a long one and if you want to see the way the guitarist plays the guitar in a very fast way, fast forward to 07:30 minutes and watch it from there.

Fastest Guitar Player

Autographs

Now that I have retired, I was going through the accumulation of odds and ends over the years and came across my old autograph which I had maintained till the end of my school days. In it I came across the following poem written by my maths teacher, Mrs. Tha Sein of the Seventh Day Adventist School in Rangoon (Yangon), Burma (Myanmar).

Is there aught so dear to me
That I cannot share with thee.
In the casket of my heart
Do I hide from thee a part.

All my treasures now I pour
At thy feet for evermore.
Love and life and will are thine,
I a rich if thou art mine.

Beautiful isn't it?

This, naturally, brought me memories of these school days when my Headmistress was a Miss Lockie Gifford and my old friends. like Jennifer Rees. Like in the song "Those were the days"; we had a lot of dreams and after all these years, we are still the same, still having those dreams in our hearts.