Katrina Kaif Weight, Height, Bra Size Body Measurements
Sexy Actress Katrina Kaif Weight, Height, Bra Size Body Measurements
Name : Katrina Kaif
Age right now 2014 : 31 Years
Birthday Date : 16-07-1983 (dd-mm-yyyy)
Nationality : Indian
Body shape : Hourglass
Breast size : 35C
Bra size : 35C
Bra Cup Size : C
Figure size /Body Measurement : 35-26-37 inches
Weight In Kg : 58 KG
Weight in pound: 121 Ibs
Height in feet : 5 feet 9 inches
Eye color : Black
Hair Color : Black
Feet /Shoe Size : 9
Dress size : 6
Waist Size : 25 inches
Hip Size : 37 inches
Ethnicity : Asian / Indian
Horoscope : Cancer
Boyfriends / Affairs / Spouse : Salman khan , Ranbir Kapoor
Kajal Agarwal New stills at Brothers audio release
Kajal Agarwal New stills at Brothers audio release
Born: June 19, 1985, Mumbai
Height: 1.63 m
Siblings: Nisha Agarwal
Parents: Vinay Agarwal, Suman Agarwa
Kajal was
born in Mumbai to Vinay Agarwal, an entrepreneur, and Suman Agarwal, a
confectioner.She is of Marwari descent. She has a younger sister, Nisha
Agarwal, who is also an actress appearing in Telugu and Tamil films.She
studied at St. Anne's High School, Colaba, Mumbai and Jai Hind College,
Mumbai.She graduated from K.C. College, Mumbai with a degree in Mass
Media.She started her modelling career while she was still in college.
She was planning on pursuing MBA in Brand Management before deciding to
pursue acting.
Born: June 19, 1985, Mumbai
Height: 1.63 m
Siblings: Nisha Agarwal
Parents: Vinay Agarwal, Suman Agarwa
Kajal was
born in Mumbai to Vinay Agarwal, an entrepreneur, and Suman Agarwal, a
confectioner.She is of Marwari descent. She has a younger sister, Nisha
Agarwal, who is also an actress appearing in Telugu and Tamil films.She
studied at St. Anne's High School, Colaba, Mumbai and Jai Hind College,
Mumbai.She graduated from K.C. College, Mumbai with a degree in Mass
Media.She started her modelling career while she was still in college.
She was planning on pursuing MBA in Brand Management before deciding to
pursue acting.
Mothers day 2014 Beautiful Sms For Mother
2. Mother is That Person- who love you, with no reason, keeps your mistakes from your father, always wants to be with you, But Never said anything to you, Even you break her Heart.. LIKE if your mother is like this :) ..... Special sms for mothers, mother are awesome.
3. Do You knnow for what MOTHER stands?? M - For the MILLION things she gave me, O - For shes growing OLD, T - For the TEARS she shed to save me, H - For her HEART of purest gold, E - For her EYES, with love-light shining, R - For she is always RIGHT and always be.....love to mother
4. The Miracle of Life Nurtured by a woman Who gave us Love and sacrifice... Is MOTHER Happy Mothers Day!!.........Mother day sms, sms for mothers
5. When you feel you are alone in the crowd, When you think No.1 can understand you, When your love is rejected by others, And when you hate your Life, Just close your eyes, & see, her face who loves you more than any one else, who care for you in loneliness, & dies when you cry. She is no one, but your sweet loving mother.
6. Who is the special on this Universe?? With no doubt its- . . . . . . . . MOTHER..Love you mom, Special sms for mom, mother sms, mother's day sms, mother day 2014
7. You've Seen Me Laugh, You've Seen Me Cry, And Always You Were There With Me, I May Not Have Always Said It But Thanks And I Love You Happy Mother's Day.
8. Take This Opportunity To Thank You For Your Immeasurable Contribution To My Life. Thank You Mom! And Wish You A Very Happy Mother's Day!!!
9. For The Best Mom, Who Always Had A Smile For Me, I Know We May Be Far Apart Right Now So Here's A Great Big Hug And Kiss... Happy Mother's Day
10. The Miracle Of Life Nurtured By A Woman Who Gave Us Love And Sacrifice... MOTHER Happy Mothers Day!!!
11. Mother Means: "M" Is For The Million Things She Gave Me, "O" Means Only That She's Growing Old, "T" Is For The Tears She Shed To Save Me, "H" Is For Her Heart Of Purest Gold, "E" Is For Her Eyes, With Love-Light Shining, "R" Means Right, And Right She'll Always Be.
12. I love you And care for you Very much My Adorable Nice Always Loving Mom! Wish u a very happy mothers day
13. Many hugs Only love never anger Teaching me Helping me Every smile when I was sad Raising me to be strong It spells Mother. Thanks for being u.
14. Mommy, I love you For all that you do. I'll kiss you and hug you 'Cause you love me, too. You feed me and need me To teach you to play, So smile 'cause I love you On this Mother's Day. Mom, I love you
15. The Moment A Child Is Born, The Mother Is Also Born. She Never Existed Before. The Woman Existed, But The Mother, Never. A Mother Is Something Absolutely New.Happy Mothers day
16. M - For the MILLION things she gave me, O - For shes growing OLD, T - For the TEARS she shed to save me, H - For her HEART of purest gold, E - For her EYES, with love-light shining, R - For she is always RIGHT and always be.
17. A Simple Poem... Right From My Heart It Has Three Li'l Words... Whitch Says I Love You Mom ! Happy Mother's Day
18. For the best mom who always had a smile for me I know we may be far apart right now So here's a great big hug and kiss Happy Mother's Day
19. You've seen me laugh You've seen me cry And always you were there with me I may not have always said it But thanks and I love you Happy Mother's Day.
20. We all have only One Mom, One Mother in this World, One Mommy, One life. Don’t wait for another time to tell Mom how much you love her. I love you Mom, Happy Mother’s day !
21. MEANING OF M O T H E R: -- M = M Y M O M O = O B L I G E T = T E R R I F I C H = H O N E S T E = E X C E L L E N T R = R E S P O N S I B L E -- I really really do love my mother, more than I can explain ever!!.
22. God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers. Happy Mother's Day, dearest mom! I love you.
23. We never know the love of the mother until we become a mother ourselves. Thank you for everything! Happy Mother's Day!
24. I may not always spell it out to you but you are everything to me. I must have often denied it, but the truth is that I can never ever survive without you. I owe you so much, but you will never ask. For all of this and much more thank you dearest mother. Happy Mother's Day.
25. Sending you my warmest Hugs and kisses on this special day...Happy Mothers day!
A Very Real Life Sadness Story
He was in the first third grade
class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of
my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. [He
was] very neat in appearance but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude
that made even his occasional mischievousness delightful.
Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving: "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.
One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more wore very sadness story d, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"
It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.
I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."
At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third.
One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."
That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.
That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."
Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.
I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.
I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said, without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving: "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day.
One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more wore very sadness story d, I am going to tape your mouth shut!"
It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it.
I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister."
At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third.
One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves - and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend."
That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again.
That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip - the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. "Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is."
Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark.
I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water.
I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said.
After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it."
Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it."
Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said, without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists."
That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again.
Love Sms For Her - Love Text Message
1.Love Sms For Her - Love Sms Send Your Lover Man.
As I feel the tear go down my cheek,
I notice that my heart is weak,
For the love I have for you,
Will always be gold and true,
I have made some mistakes,
They rest in the past,
But know my love will always last,
Even though we are a distance apart,
You always have the key to my heart.
2.Love Sms For Her - Love Sms Send Your Lover Man.
When time comes for you
to be in love with someone
make sure you choose a right person
who can care and show concern at any time,
any moment and not only loves you
but also loves what you want.
3.Love Sms For Her - Love Sms Send Your Lover Man.
I loved her from my heart,
She touched my soul n shake my heart,
I found her mine, but that wasnt true,
I cried all night but she never dew,
Was it wrong to express my love?
Was it the same reason she left?
Lionel Richie - Hello Song Lyrics and Download Link
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Hello Song Lyrics - Lionel Richie
I've been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times
I sometimes see you pass outside my door
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You're all I've ever wanted, and my arms are open wide
'Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much, I love you
I long to see the sunlight in your hair
And tell you time and time again how much I care
Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow
Hello, I've just got to let you know
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying, I love you
Hello, is it me you're looking for?
'Cause I wonder where you are
And I wonder what you do
Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you?
Tell me how to win your heart
For I haven't got a clue
But let me start by saying I love you.
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