all the world's a stage,
and all the men and women merely player;
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts
his acts being seven ages. at first the infant
mewling and puking in the nurse's arm
and then the whining school-boy with his satchel
and shining morning face, creeping like snail
unwillingly to school. and then the lover
sighing like furnace with a woeful balled
made to his mistress' eyebrow. then a soldier
full of strange oaths, and beared like the pard
jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel
seeking the bubble reputation
even in the cannon's mouth and then the justice
in fair round belly with good capon lined
with eyes severe and beard of formal cut
full of wise saws and modern instances
and so he play his part the sixth age shift
into the lean and slipper'd panataloon
with spectacles on nose and pouch on side
his youthful hose well saves, a world too wide
for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice
turning again toward childish treble, pipes
and whistles in his sound last scene of all
that end this strange eventful history
is second childishness and mere oblivion
sans teeth, sans eyes,sans taste,sans everything
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
an old man
look at him there on the wet road,
muffled with smoke, an old man trying
time's treacherous ice with a slow foot.
tears on his cheek are the last glitter.
on bare branches of the long storm
that destitute as a tree stripped
of foilage under a bald sky.
come, then, winter, build with your cold
hands a bridge over those depths
his mind balks at;let him go no,
comfident skill; let the hard hammer
of pain fall with as light a blow
on the brow'sanvil as the sun does now
muffled with smoke, an old man trying
time's treacherous ice with a slow foot.
tears on his cheek are the last glitter.
on bare branches of the long storm
that destitute as a tree stripped
of foilage under a bald sky.
come, then, winter, build with your cold
hands a bridge over those depths
his mind balks at;let him go no,
comfident skill; let the hard hammer
of pain fall with as light a blow
on the brow'sanvil as the sun does now
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
one girls feed back to me
one day one girl tell feed back about me read everything and tell your comments
Hey da Azar!
how is it
i love this feed back

I m going to leave u da
Ne slam book tharala .so I m writing
This paper . don’t forgot me in your
Life da .sometimes. I make you to
Get tension da . pls escape in mind
You have a bright future . you are
A nice person da . you have a cute
Smile . your smile make everyone to
Smile . even if .anybody is angry
On you.you have that capacity da
You should choose a good partner .
Send me your yellow card da .
Study well . studies are more important
Da. Choose a correct profession da.
Revathi ,sona unoda wife very lucky nu
That was true .da . what ever you think
About me I don’t know da .but,
I think you as a good friend da .
Our 10th life is a heaven da don’t
Forget our days together da . if i
Hurt you at any sort , pls forgive
Me da . ena future la enga pathalum
Endoa pesu da .ne yarunu mattum
Ketradha . as a friend I want
To give you a advice da . ne
Yaravadhu mela kobapatta atha mathavanga
Mela katadha da . korangu mathri mogatha
Vechukadha da . un smile intha world
Aye change panum da . so keep smile
Always da , time once lost , is lost
Forever “keep this quotes in mind da
Keep contact da . I miss ur
Smiling face da . really , I miss
U da .i have more to talk
Da ………………………………
BYE!! BYE!! BYE!!
DA………………
This single paper is like our friendship da….
“we will be friends……….
As long as stars twinkle on the sky………
As long as angles are there up high………….
Till oceans run dry………….
And till the day I die”
Don’t
Forgot me..... Bye da
“Smile killer……”
i love this feed back
stopping by woods on a snowy evening
whose woods these are i thing i know.
his house is in the village, though;
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
the only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep.
his house is in the village, though;
he will not see me stopping here
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
my little horse must think it queer
to stop without a farmhouse near
between the woods and frozen lake
the darkest evening of the year.
he gives his harness bells a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
the only other sound's the sweep
of easy wind and downy flake.
the woods are lovely, dark and deep
but i have promises to keep,
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep.
loviest of trees
loviest of trees, the cherry now
is hung with bloom along the bough,
and stands about the woodland ride
wearing white for eastertide.
now, of my threescore years and ten,
twenty will not come again,
and take from seventy springs a score,
it only leaves me fifty more.
and since to look at things in bloom
fifty spring are little room,
about the woodlands i will go
to see the cherry hung with snow
is hung with bloom along the bough,
and stands about the woodland ride
wearing white for eastertide.
now, of my threescore years and ten,
twenty will not come again,
and take from seventy springs a score,
it only leaves me fifty more.
and since to look at things in bloom
fifty spring are little room,
about the woodlands i will go
to see the cherry hung with snow
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
who am i
I am your constant companion. i am
Your greatest helper or heaviest burden.
I will push you onward or drag you down
To failure. I am completely at your command.
Half the things you do you might just as
Well turn over to me and I will be able to do
Them quickly and correctly.
I am easily managed – you must merely
Be firm with me. Show me exactly how you
Want something done and after a few
Lessons I will do it automatically. I am the
Servant of all great individuals and, alas, of
All failures, as well. Those who are great, I
Have made great. Those who are failures,
I have made failures.
I am not a machine, though I work
With all the precision of a machine plus
The intelligence of a human . you may run
Me for a profit or run me for ruin-it
Makes no difference to me.
Take me, train me, be firm with me,
And I will place the world at your feet. Be
Easy with me and I will destroy you.
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