Another year added to my age….

25 August, 2008


I turned 52 today. It is nothing different than turing 51 or 50 but the numbers are on the ascending side. I feel as if I have to do a lot yet but life is slipping like sand from my fist. I have decided to live every moment of my life now onwards! Live it to the fullest. Amen!

5 thoughts on “Another year added to my age….

  1. Anuty ji,

    Happy Belated birthday to you. May God bless you with all your dreams coming true.

    “I have decided to live every moment of my life now onwards! Live it to the fullest.” Amen !! I guess you will write more and more in coming days 🙂

    Again I missed the exact celebration day 😦 ..Anyway everyday we are born.. so Happy birthday once again. 🙂


  2. Belated Happy Birthday.

    I promise to remember and wish you on same day next year.

    I have been reading your blogs since I was in first year at NIT Jalandhar.

    Right now I was reading this one about Kamrunag. Loved it.

    Keep up the good work.

  3. kumar ashutosh

    hi mam
    happy birthday

    was doing some random searches on net . got to see ur blogs. old fragrances. enjoy madam.

    i thought like sending you this:

    I know there’s no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don’t care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don’t think I’ll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography I’ll ever write, and God, I’m writing it on toilet paper.

    I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don’t remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that God was in the rain. I passed my 11 plus into girl’s grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did. I didn’t.

    In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn’t have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn’t look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.

    I’d always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, “The Salt Flats”. It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew scarlet carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were the best years of my life. But America’s war grew worse and worse and, eventually, came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.

    I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening, while things like “Norsefire” and the “Articles of Allegiance” became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much.

    They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. It wasn’t long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one.

    I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

    I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you… I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

    – Valerie
    (a dialogue from v for vendetta)


    Sorry for the late wishes… but on 22nd i moved to manchester Uk for my mba and hence was busy unpacking and settling in for the entire week. Party kab hai????

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