Raji Ram
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Not to worry, Sir! My PC will help you whenever you need!!I was doing exactly as you posted. It still does not work for me. As I said earlier, there must be something in my browser setting that prevents it.
Not to worry, Sir! My PC will help you whenever you need!!I was doing exactly as you posted. It still does not work for me. As I said earlier, there must be something in my browser setting that prevents it.
Not to worry, Sir! My PC will help you whenever you need!!
Hope the concerned author will have the courtesy to explain and/or express regret.I saw that message too. In the past I have not seen such a message from that author. It is fishy. Personally I like to give a benefit of doubt to that member. I will not pass judgement based on that one message.
Cheers!
Ok, dear friends! Let bygones be bygones!!
Now, an interesting video - Art on coffee!! I would rather 'see' this coffee than drink it!!
The names of the appearing figures are given in the video. Please don't miss to read them.
LATTE ART - BEAN JAMMING (ONA COFFEE) - YouTube
THIS coffee?? I must first attend a 'workshop' by Sam!!Will I Get this coffee in my next visit...?..Don't expect me to see only the 'Dressings"..!!..I am prepared to take this coffee too..I like Adventures/Risks...!!
If each other meet face to face the understanding will be more and these things will be curtailed... It is a practical experience...
TVK
You are thinking about 'Vietnam Veedu' Nadigar Thilagam; Sowbagyavathy RR may have had 'Navarathiri' nadaigar thilagam!
Both expressions are good! Both expressions are valid!
Cheers!
Now I know how Ram was hit by a speeding van in broad day light, in Boston, last year.Hello RR Mam., its wonderful and makes any one nervous if read,watch ,just imagine. O M G!!!!! .......
English is hilarious if not downright crazy!
From a mail I received:
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and there would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing,
Grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,
What do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship...
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing..........
If Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop.???
Now I know how Ram was hit by a speeding van in broad day light, in Boston, last year.
He was going for a morning walk, wearing a bright orange colored T'shirt and black trouser.
He must have been in the blind zone of that driver.
Thank you Sir, for your kind query! Ram is fit and fine now!Can you please tell us what happened subsequently?
I went through the posts in பயணக்க(வி)தைகள். Your description of the experience is so amazingly poetic. It was amusing to read about queries asking you who or what ‘ennavar’ means.Thank you Sir, foryour kind query! Ram is fit and fine now!
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PS: I have written my experiences in the thread பயணக் க(வி)தைகள்...Post # 400 (page40) to # 434