Hi Guys, I know sever wonders of the world always makes us inquestive & interested in it. So here I bring my new vlog when I visited Taj Mahal- Agra.
The title says it all
Consistently named one of the best dressed men in India, Rahul Khanna is dashing,Interesting and a gentlemen.
Son of one of the most popular actors of his time, Vinod Khanna, Rahul Khanna has carved a niche for himself in Bollywood. The actor, however, seems to have switched interests to television after his last successful stint in the Indian adaptation of ’24’. And now, once again Rahul will be seen in a pivotal role in an American TV series titled ‘The Americans’.
I like good aesthetics. The design you pick should reflect your personal style. My personal preference is simple, classic or retro designs. I’m not into bling and I’m conservative when it comes to personal style. I like simplicity and classic looks. I have seen designs I love from luxury brands like Cartier, Panerai and Audemars Piguet.
Boyz Over Flowers simply love Mr.Khanna’s minimalistic sytle.
Its a brutal reality dealt daily.
It’s Monday morning and I’m running late. Walking late. It’s twenty minutes to ten when I turn left from Phillip St into Martin Place.
I don’t look at the Lindt cafe as I pass. My eyes are focused on the Channel Seven news ticker. I can’t remember now what it says but I’m sure Michael Clarke’s hamstring features somewhere.
I love Martin Place, its wide indulgent promenade and its buildings that speak of other times. I always take a moment to breathe it in.
Man Haron Monis is only minutes away. This morbid chapter is already unfolding. By the time I settle at my desk, he has entered the Lindt cafe. The lives of seventeen people going about the mundane business of ordering and serving coffee are now forever changed.
Before long, a large TV screen in our office is showing static…
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I ageee to it. We should acknowledge the virtues of life which can be in small small things..
What if you were born as this girl?
Not many people know that I am North Korean. Sort of.
My father was born in North Korea. The same day that he arrived to the world, his family had to flee to the South in order to escape the communists. The journey had to be taken on foot during the cover of night; naturally, it was extremely dangerous and risky. Capture could have meant death, or perhaps a life in a North Korean gulag.
At one point in the journey his family had to cross a river via a small boat. His mother was told that no noise could be made during the crossing. She was instructed to immediately drown her infant (my Dad) if he started to cry.
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