THE POWER OF WORDS : Mind Boggling !!!!!

After reading the recent best seller "The Da Vinci Code" I noticed that I was amazed with how words could be made into other words for example "Oh Draconian Devil, Oh Lame Saint" could be rearranged as "Leornado Da Vinci, The Mona Lisa." This art of jumbling letters grew into a passion for me, a passion to find out whether words have a connection to our lives. Here are some shocking discoveries. Check them out and analyze them carefully. None of these are false!!!!

All these word, sentences, names have been rearranged to tell us something. Let's first start with simple anagrams:

1. The Hilton = Hint: Hotel
2. Dormitory = Dirty Room
3. Snooze Alarms = Alas! No More Z's
4. The Detectives = Detect Thieves
5. The Hospital Ambulance = A Cab, I Hustle to Help Man
6. Statue of Liberty = Built to Stay Free (amazing YEAH!!)
7. Mother in Law = Woman Hitler

Surprised how these words can be rearranged to tell its actual meaning.

Here are more interesting ones:

8. Firefox browser = Fix errors of Web
9. World Trade Center = Lewd terror act. End.
10. East Timor = Riots, mate!

*Impeach Clinton = Let Monica pinch

*President Clinton of the USA = To copulate he finds interns

LAST BUT NOT THE LEAST: THIS IS WHAT SHOCKED ME THE MOST

** Princess Diana = And Since Paris/Sad Panic Risen/Car, Snap, Die, Sin/Pain as car's end/I End as car spin
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS!!!!!! MULTIPLE ANAGRAMS TELLING ABOUT HER END.

Tuesdays: The Stressful Day

Alas! After a long tiresome day, I get to sit on the PC (already half-dozing). Well this is what happens every Tuesday night (or Wednesday early morning sometimes to be precise). People doing Bsc. Banking and Finance & Bsc. Economics & Mgmt would have already got a clue to what I'm talking about. Well, today was the worst and the most hectic Tuesday.

Many of my close friends know that I'm a person who despises laziness. They also know that I'm a light sleeper. But I realized how tiring a day can be with lack of sleep. This is what happened today:

As I'm not living with my parents (as they are in Oman), I get to do most of the household chores that many guys in today's world hate. By this I mean that I get to clean my room, iron my clothes, do my own shopping etc. In fact two of my friends have termed me "neatest-bachelor" (those who see my room will realize this fact). As the great Tuesday started (12am), I realized that I had to iron some clothes for the week. Like the usual active me, without any hesitation, I quickly finished whatever I was doing and started ironing at around 1am or 1:30am (can't recollect). After an hour of ironing (approx. 2:30am), I realized about the busy schedule I had and immediately jumped to bed.

I was now in wonderland (dreaming). I was happily driving on Sheikh Zayed Road enjoying the music that was being played on the FM. But it all changed when the Police began to chase me for over-speeding. Not able to withstand the hubbub I woke up with terror to only realize that the alarm was ringing (what I heard as the siren was in fact my alarm). I turned off the alarm (7:30am) and started getting ready to go to college. [NB: I've only slept for 5 hours].

I reached college at 9am and at 9:30am went for the auditing class. All went well till 1:30pm when I had my next class (B&F) which was a compensation class for the earlier cancelled one (this extra class added to my tiredness) when I began to feel drowsy and weak (remember : only 5 hours of sleep). The class was one non-stop boring lecture that made me restless. At 3pm the teacher gave us a 10mins but I decided not to attend the second half of the class. I happily walked out and left for home (3:30pm) and reached at 3:55pm (Al Karama).

I quickly freshened up and at 4:30pm I left home and picked up my best friend (who also lives in Al Karama). We both went to Jabal Arafah (the "so called bar") had some snacks and off we drove to Etisalat (as I had to give some documents). We finished the work at Etisalat at around 5:10pm and went to Satwa to pick up another friend and then drove off to college.

By then I was half dead (remember only 5 hours of sleep + a hectic morning/afternoon). We reached college at around 6:30pm. One of my friends went to the library to do his HW and the other went for his auditing class and I (half-dead) went for THE GREAT MACRO class. After another long dry (not so boring) class (which ended at 10pm) I was 98% dead. I told my best friend to drive this time as I feared that I might sleep. Finally at 10:30 we were at Karama and (after dropping our friend at Satwa). Another 15 mins went for parking.

Finally HOME!!! damn what a tiring day. Well right now I'm typing this blog after having some strong coffee but I need to sleep. I hope my macro class will shift to the morning. *sigh*

Roaming Late at Night

Living an independent life especially in a place like Dubai is what made me, first of all, a night crawler. This place has turned me into a nocturnal being. Well it was on Friday early morning (i.e. 2am) that I learnt that meeting strangers at night is in fact a dangerous thing. Well let me share my weird experience with those who read this blog. This is a pretty interesting story and here it is:

Well after spending the evening (Thursday 02/11/06) at golden hall and round table pizza (as it was my best friend's birthday), I was happily driving around the midnight Karama mess when a good friend of mine called me up & asked whether he could be dropped off at Satwa. Accepting his request, I picked him up from a cafeteria called Jabal Arafah (which is my group's hang out joint which we believe is our "so called bar") and drove of to Satwa. On the way, I and my good friend were discussing about "teenage love". After a long talk/debate I finally reached the destination where he had to be dropped and then I took off to Karama enjoying the nice soothing music that was being played on the radio. The whole evening had been great fun.

I finally reached Karama, parked my car behind my building. Now as I'm a new driver I was checking whether my car had been parked properly or whether it required some more twisting and turning. As I was checking my car, a local approached me & told something in Hindi. Since I didn't comprehend what he said (as i don't know Hindi), I politely asked him to repeat whatever it was in English. He gave me a silly grin and told me why I was checking the car. I casually told him that I was a new driver and was checking whether I had parked correctly. He then gave me a wicked stare (god knows why) and asked me whether it was my car. I confidently replied with a YES and he told me to show my driver's license. Looking at an ID card clipped to his Kandura, I had a feeling that he might be a CID doing his duty. As I had nothing to fear about I showed him my license and he nonchalantly took it and put it in his pocket. This made me furious. I asked him straight away to give back my license which made him give me a wicked look once again. He told me to meet the police in the morning in order to get back my license. Not understanding what the hell was going on I told him that I hadn't broken any damn rule or committed any other mistake that my license should be taken.

I was then getting nervous (which I assume that he hadn't noticed) and started asking for help. Another man who was present at the scene feared to help as it had a local involved. As I began to ask around for help I (to my surprise) saw a cop car (Nissan Pathfinder) approaching towards my direction. Feeling relieved I waved my hand. Noticing my signal the cop car drove quickly and stopped next to me and I immediately told him what happened. He asked me to point out who the local was & I showed him the person (local) who walking happily around. He immediately called for that person and began to talk to him in Arabic which to my vague understanding was a "command". During the course of their talk, the local surrendered my license to the cop. The cop who was such a good man gave back my license and told me to remove my car and park it elsewhere (which I assume was because the cop would have thought that the local person might show some grudge and cause damage to the car). I thanked the cop and drove off to Zabeel Park where I parked the car.

After parking, I crossed the road and the person who feared to help earlier came to me and told that the local was indeed high (not sure on what as I hadn't smelled alcohol). He then told me not to show and give my "Pathaka" (license) to anybody, only and until he proves himself to be a CID/Police. I just nodded my head and walked to my house.

This was indeed shocking to my friends as none had ever had such a weird encounter. I posted this here to tell people to be careful especially with strangers (at night).