Hate divides, love multiplies

A view near temple area in DubaiA path towards the temple
OMG, I tasted wonderful friendship yesterday. Flabbergasted. Thrown away from family and darling friends of Mumbai by circumstances, I thought who cares. And then there were some of these phone calls. Saturday happened to be the day I was born a couple of years ago (OK I admit, 24 years ago, multiply by 2/ divide by 3, square up by 8…hey forget it, don’t confuse me).
The first one to greet was my wonderful blog friend from Shillong whom I have never met. Imagine. I rarely remember my birthday, but some people who called me. I am amazed. I can only say a big THANK YOU. I love you ya.
Another reason that boosted my morale. Plz see the comments for the Power of Mirror post. The world is a wonderful place buddies. Did not Lincoln say, for every scoundrel there is a hero? So many out there have such positive attitude. Awesome. Ooof. I am getting senti-(mental).
Mr Subu was kind to take me by his car to the Dubai temple. Here are some snaps clicked on my outdated mobile (Brilliant blog friend Mridula has been asking me to throw this mobile into the Arabian sea).
Two quick lines to pep up your spirits: A guy who applied for news broadcaster job got rejected because his voice “was not fit.” He became a superstar. Name: Amitabh Bachchan.
A model agency told hopeful Norma Baker to get married and settle down or learn secretarial work. She became Marilyn Monroe.