tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61198332420526488672024-02-19T06:52:18.416+00:00Mindless MindMy little corner on the world wide web.PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-29246282893298897612014-11-08T23:11:00.001+00:002014-11-08T23:13:53.291+00:00Reaching out...Dear Ranit,
It is only happenstance that I came across this chat of ours 2 months after I lost my father and was still grieving. I was searching for a certain 'epitaph' with the same keyword and this showed up. I wish we could chat again. I wish I could meet you again. I have been a coward and haven't been able to get in touch with your mother in two years now. I'm sorry.
ranit mukherji&PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-29364896792119951182012-09-24T02:59:00.000+01:002015-01-09T13:12:49.163+00:00And words fail me...Your soul lives on through the chat messages you forced me to save.
9:17 PM me: wassup
9:18 PM came across a quote by one of your fav authors:
"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you're looking for the meaning of life." - Albert Camus
9:19 PM hope you are good
PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-7663128110898503912011-10-05T11:50:00.005+01:002011-10-05T12:00:03.846+01:00Just what my heart desiresThe Same Song - by Susheela RamanHow many roads have I wondered? None, and each my own Behind me the bridges have crumbled No question of return Autumn leaves like discarded dreams trampled underneath a tide of careless feet it’s the same song playing everywhere I go it’s like an army marching right through me. Nowhere to go but the horizon where, then, will I call my home? Summer spent, in the PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-67970614092304940612011-09-30T00:00:00.002+01:002011-09-30T00:04:21.802+01:00To my precious little!Dear Mehuli,I am your parent first, your friend second. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare and hunt you down like a bloodhound when needed because I LOVE YOU! When you understand that, I will know you are a responsible adult. You will NEVER find someone who loves, prays, cares and worries about you more than I do!Cuddles,Mamma.PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-89637221150659945022011-02-27T00:21:00.002+00:002011-02-27T00:28:56.680+00:00My Immortal - Evanescence - a song dedicated to her father by Amy Da Laura from EvanescencePAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-67546571883499392802011-02-24T17:44:00.004+00:002011-02-24T17:54:44.791+00:00Wow its 2011!Time flies (even when you're not having fun) :)Another year, another set of resolutions, another New Years gone by with fireworks, fun and frolic on the beach. Another rocky, tumultuous year ahead - but with its rewards (there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even though its ever so faint). Another year of enforced separation, battling with depression, worrying myself sick sometimes, trying PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-23430293015447367192010-10-15T20:53:00.000+01:002010-10-15T20:53:15.365+01:00The Killers - HumanPAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-77034196107612062792010-09-16T15:28:00.003+01:002010-09-27T11:42:44.744+01:00Remembering Patrick SwayzeIt's been exactly a year since he died, on 14th September, 2009 - after a long battle with pancreatic cancer - and I thought I'd take this chance to talk about the things that made him special and also my favourite movies.Patrick was a true romantic - on screen and in real life. He married his childhood hometown sweetheart, Lisa Remi, who was his mother's favourite student at the performing arts PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-9597541876042612102010-08-20T11:46:00.004+01:002010-08-20T11:54:41.598+01:00Friends are foreverIt's amazing what a friend can do to you - your mood, your emotions, your day, your life.... This song is for you my friend!Shoulder to Shoulder - From 'Pooh's Heffalump Movie'- Composed by Carly SimonWe stand shoulder to shoulderWe see eye to eyeWe dive deep under waterWe jump high in the skyHighWe stand shoulder to shoulderWe stand side to sideWhen one of us gets a tiny bit tiredOne gives the PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-32462949518805686152010-06-21T10:08:00.003+01:002010-06-22T14:33:06.836+01:00Ultimate expressions of my MIND!There was a time when I was so allergic to the F-word that I would object to people using it in my presence, even though it wasn't used on me. Yes, I was quite a prude - in more ways than one! And then, I met this person who, I claim, is responsible for bringing out the beast in me, and he ends up enriching my vocabulary of offensive expressions. I start using not just the F-word but other PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-63571947010019196602010-05-06T01:50:00.005+01:002010-05-06T02:20:31.284+01:00MIND the yap!Not very long ago I had written a post on how I was teaching my one-year-old to communicate so that one day I find my best friend in her ( http://paularay.blogspot.com/2007/05/games-your-mind-plays-with-you.html ).Three years later, she talks non-stop - starting even before she opens her eyes in the morning - and asks innumerable 'irrelevant' questions. So much so that most of our time together PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-18314643950324730342010-03-22T01:58:00.004+00:002010-03-22T02:06:47.295+00:00A positive MIND!Wake up Sid is one film I have wanted to watch for a long time now and no, I haven't yet been fortunate yet! Heard this song at an 'Indian' birthday party recently... Wanted to share it with you.O re manwa tu to bawra haiTu hi jaane tu kya sochta haiTu hi jaane tu kya sochta haiBawareKyun dikhaye sapne tu sote jaagteJo barsein sapne boond boondNainon ko moond moondNainon ko moond moondJo barsein PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-90487088877408681082010-02-26T02:26:00.002+00:002010-02-26T02:56:04.712+00:00Of birds and bees... and a baby!My three-and-a-half year old daughter is shocked to see a pregnant woman on the magazine cover. She comes running with it and asks, "Mamma, why is her tummy so big? What's inside it?""She is pregnant. There's a baby inside her tummy," I explain to her. But she continues to look at the picture in surprise. So, I add, "When you were a baby, you were also inside my tummy." She digests this PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-5288803405205226542009-10-31T14:03:00.004+00:002010-07-14T13:55:33.295+01:00Jab we metThe rain is coming down in sheets and here I am waiting for Rion to pick me up after work. This has become our routine ever since we relocated to Pune. People around me under the bus shade are also waiting for the rain to subside before they can scurry off to complete their chores. A radio somewhere is belting out Bollywood golden oldies - as if to keep our spirits high in spite of the damp cold PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-49035807430310099852009-04-16T10:39:00.000+01:002009-04-16T10:47:13.542+01:00You raise me up to more than I can beRead an interesting article today - Obituary of the late Mr Common Sense. So very true!Then, my MIND flipped on to this ">songThe lyrics are here for you to hum along:When I am down and oh my soul, so weary,When troubles come and my heart burdened be, Then I am still and wait here in the silence,UNTIL you come and sit a while with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains, You raise me up,PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-55938694937634567952009-02-27T13:46:00.000+00:002009-02-27T13:55:11.931+00:00oRiOn's Rant of the Day - our Boys in Blue (BiBs)I'm gonna keep this short and sweet (NOT!) - more like short and to-the-point.Why, I hear you ask?'Cos it still hurts - and I'm too pained by it all.Why do our Boys in Blue (BiBs) have to go and lose the T20 series to the Black Caps when they managed to beat just about everybody else in the last few months?I mean, does this make an iota of sense to you? Do you even know the population of KiwilandPAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-11877411162279650002009-02-26T12:19:00.003+00:002009-02-26T12:30:44.044+00:00Rant of the Day - F***BookFrigging Facebook!Who do they think they are, huh?First of all, they try to act all sneaky and change their ToS (Terms of Service) - to cut a long story short, they removed a clause from their ToS which allowed users to withdraw the license it had granted to them over user information by deleting information. So under the new, proposed ToS, FBook would still have rights over DELETED INFORMATION PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-65874549365081839372009-02-25T09:37:00.003+00:002009-02-25T09:55:42.333+00:00Daily Rant - Fake EggsWTF!What is it about made-in-China goods that just gets under your skin?They think they can 'manufacture' everything! Now, I reckon that recent efforts at non-proliferation had better take into account efforts made by the Chinese to flood world markets with cheaper (although of dubious quality), fake copies of everything under the sun! Now thats something worthwhile for Obamarama to think about PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-5633762590895081662009-02-24T09:27:00.001+00:002009-02-24T10:01:30.426+00:00oRiOn's Rants and RavesWell, if you're stumped by the title of this post and its implications, look no further than the name of the blog...Gotcha!As a matter of fact, I thought I'd do the ol' missus a favour, because it appears that she can't be arsed updating her blog (the last post was more than a month ago) - IMHO, a rather irreverant and disrespectful attitude towards your readership, which has lots of attractive PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-13725499879467084392009-01-16T11:33:00.002+00:002009-01-16T11:35:21.658+00:00Affairs of the HeartCame across this (before you ask, no nothing to do with me :) - but it sums up all the angst and the heartache associated with relationships, which are sometimes destined to end...'I miss you. I still love you. I remember holding you and kissing you and it still makes my heart race to think about it. I know you will probably never see this but it makes my heart a little less heavy to put this outPAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-40090164052276546942009-01-13T10:12:00.004+00:002009-01-13T10:28:48.498+00:00Touched by humanity...!At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn thingsPAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-82123771600027003092009-01-12T11:09:00.000+00:002009-01-12T11:10:08.546+00:00Audrey Hepburn's Beauty TipsHere are some tips from someone who was widely regarded as one of the most beautiful women of her time..."For attractive lips, speak words of kindness,For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people,For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry,For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day,For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.People, even morePAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-44661185470025158992009-01-12T09:18:00.001+00:002009-01-12T09:19:35.801+00:00The Zen of sarcasm01. Do not walk ahead of me for I may not follow. Do not walk behind me for I may not lead. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone. 02. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and leaky tire. 03. It is always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal yourneighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it. 04. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-5025993439496281272008-12-22T06:56:00.000+00:002008-12-22T06:58:45.714+00:00DesiderataA friend from afar emailed this to me as a Christmas present - and I thought I'd share with you, since its just so relevant and appropriate in today's world - as we celebrate the spirit of Christmas and prepare to ring in another year."GO placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119833242052648867.post-66963500991290408192008-10-27T14:55:00.005+00:002008-10-27T15:15:14.341+00:00I Will SurviveFirst I was afraidI was petrifiedKept thinking I could never livewithout you by my sideBut I spent so many nightsthinking how you did me wrongI grew strongI learned how to carry onand so you're backfrom outer spaceI just walked in to find you herewith that sad look upon your faceI should have changed my stupid lockI should have made you leave your keyIf I had known for just one secondyou'd be PAULA RAYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09523827069549092352noreply@blogger.com1