once in a year.

And it was my birthday yesterday. Now I'm 27 years old. OMG! I'm 27. I'm running out of time. I've lot of ambitions and wishes and all that to fulfil before I die. And the sad part is, I'm doing nothing about it.

So, anyway, I hope you guys will pray for me. Also please help me in finding topics to write. :P I dont understand how you people keep updating your blogs almost every alternate day. I feel jealous. I havent read most of the blogs which I follow. Though I used to see the updated blogs on my blogroll. Red Handed, she keeps coming with new and interesting topics. MSM, she is busy solving mysteries. Maithili, no news about her. Chandana, she is busy showing off her wardrobe. All of them, all of them has something or the other to write and I'm jealous.

I've been reading a few books lately. Randamoozham by M.T Vasudevan Nair (which is a Malayalam novel), The White Tiger, A Prisoner Of Birth, Catch 22, Rage of Angels, Count of Monte Cristo, etc etc. Completed a few of them.

Sorry for not reading and commenting your blogs. I dont know. I just dont feel like blogging these days. Lot of things happening around me and I'm just ignorant. Bliss!

copy-pasted.

No matter how close two people are, an infinite distance separates them.

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idea is good. but nose is mine.

I still remember the incident for it was the first time I played cricket with a stitch ball. I was fielding very close to the batsman and I was obviously nervous. And then, out of the blue, the ball hit my face. I turned around and fell down. I could not see anything for a few seconds.

I stood up and touched my cheeks. I could not even feel my cheeks. I felt something wet on my fingers. Blood! From my nose. I was breathing blood.

I ran to my room and stared into the mirror. No, nothing has happened except blood was flowing as if I opened a water tap. My friends took me to a doctor and luckily there was no bone injury. I was happy that I was breathing air with the same nose.

Its only next day that I noticed. My nose has bent a little. To the right or left, I don't remember. But I was certain that my nose was not in proper condition as it was two days before. I could feel a small 'hump' on my nose. I convinced myself of having a 'crooked nose'.

I had to get rid of it. Desperately. And then it striked me.

I took a small hammer. And I felt stupid of the idea of hitting my nose with a hammer to set it straight. It was not that stupid as long as no one is watching me. I patted my nose a couple of times staring into the mirror but it didn't help. I needed support - support for my nose, I mean.

I supported my nose on the edge of a table and I patted again. No. Not working. Okay. Last try. I hit my nose hard. Just once. And I went blind.

Wow! I felt I'm the stupidest person alive on the planet.

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read between the lines.

'I don't have anymore pics. Honestly.'

What can the above sentence mean?

bored to death and need help.

Guys, I need help.

Could you please suggest me some good novels to read? I got no work to do in office and I don't know what to do. Thought I will read some books.

I've been researching but I was not successful in coming up with some good novels. Would you mind to suggest some? I like psychological thrillers, murder mysteries, revenge, serial killers, suspense thrillers and maybe humor also.

I don't like romance, sci-fi, fantasies, horror, biographies. Please help me, will you?

Thanks.

PS: Sorry for the stupid post. I don't know. I was like, thinking and didn't know what to do. And I thought I'll ask my fellow bloggers. :)

best friend can be your best enemy - 4

November 6th 2007 4:00 PM

Kiran: Uncle, you wanted proof huh?
Dad: What is that you need, Kiran?
Kiran: Listen to this first…

He took his mobile and played a sound clip…

Kiran: Hey, how are you?
Asha: I’m fine.

Dad was stunned to hear Asha’s voice. He didn’t utter a word and kept listening.

K: How’s Anoop doing? Is he calling you these days?
A: He had called me before you called. He is doing good.
K: Okay. Tell me, how much do you love him?
A: I don’t know. I love him so much that I can’t think of missing him.
K: But he scolds you a lot.
A: Yes, that happens. Even I scold him a lot, if he talks to Anjali. Hehe…
K: So, are you planning for register marriage?
A: I don’t know if he will agree for that. I’m ready for anything though. I need to tell him about that...
K: Hmmm…
A: Hey, what’s that sound?
K: Oh…wait. That happens when-

Kiran: Now, what do you say Uncle?

PS: Kiran wanted evidence to prove the affair between Asha and Anoop. He called Asha and started a conversation. He himself brought the topic of 'Register Marriage' and he cut the call. He called back a minute later so that he can record the conversation and started as if its a new call and not as a continuation of the previous call. Asha wasn't smart enough to interpret the beep sound was of recording.

PPS: The End.

best friend can be your best enemy - 3

November 6th 2007 7:00 PM

Dad meets Anoop.

Dad: So, do you have any idea about what we were told about you and my daughter?
Anoop: I have no idea.
D: YOU HAVE NO IDEA?
A: No, I have no idea.
D: Is there anything between you and Asha?
A: No
D: Are you sure?
A: Yes.
Renjith: Anoop, tell him if there is anything between you and Asha. He just wants to hear it from you.
A: What are you talking about? There is nothing between me and her.
R: He has got proof.
A: What?
D: Don’t make-
A: I don’t love her.
R: He has proof. Anoop, look, he will agree this. He just wants to hear it from you. Just say the truth. He talked to Asha and she has confessed. That’s the reason he is asking you.
A: I need to talk to Asha. I want to hear it from her.
D: <SLAAPP> GET OUT OF HERE. I WILL KILL YOU IF I EVER HAPPEN TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

***

November 2nd 2007

Dad meets Kiran.

Kiran: Uncle?
Dad: I talked to Anoop and also to Asha. What’s your interest in making any relation between Anoop and Asha?
K: My interest?
D: Yes, I heard its you who is spreading the rumor that Anoop and Asha is having an affair.
K: Spreading the news? It’s not me.
Dad: I talked to Renjith, Dileep, Karthick, Rahul, Sachin, Bijoy and everyone I could get a hold of and they all said it’s you. You son of a bitch! <SLAP>

best friend can be your best enemy - 2

November 4th 2007

Kiran: How are you Asha? How’s everything going? Are you people still fighting?

Asha: Haha…hey that happens with lovers you see. Find a girlfriend for yourself. You will know.

K: Hmmm…I can understand you people are still fighting a lot. Don’t you have any plans to get married? Or do you want to get married to him?

A: Of course. I love him. I want him to marry me. He wants too.

K: You think your parents will agree?
A: My dad will agree I’m sure. No idea about mom. Let’s see.
K: Why don’t you guys think of a register marriage?
A: Hmmm…that’s the last resort.
K: Hey, I will call you in a minute.

A minute later…

K: Hey, how are you?
A: I’m fine.
K: How’s Anoop doing? Is he calling you these days?
A: He had called me before you called. He is doing good.
K: Okay. Tell me, how much do you love him?
A: I don’t know. I love him so much that I can’t think of missing him.
K: But he scolds you a lot.
A: Yes, that happens. Even I scold him a lot, if he talks to Anjali. Hehe…
K: So, are you planning for register marriage?
A: I don’t know if he will agree for that. I’m ready for anything though. I need to tell him about that...
K: Hmmm…
A: Hey, what’s that sound?
K: Oh…wait. That happens when I’m talking and charging at the same time. Don’t bother. I took it off.
A: Oh…okay. No problem. I just asked.

best friend can be your best enemy.

Let me confess the fact that what you are about to read could (or could not) be a fiction (or a non-fiction). You are not going to believe me anyway.

***

Those days…

Kiran: Hey, what happened? I saw 14 missed calls from you. Is there any problem?
Asha: Yes, Anoop scolded me and he does that all the time. He is getting on my nerve these days. I don’t know what to do.
K: Hey, he loves you a lot. Don’t get worried about him.
A: I know he loves me and all that but he gets too possessive about me and I hate that.
K: Hmm… I understand. Guys usually get possessive. You know how guys are.
A: I love him. I didn’t say I don’t. It’s just that…I don’t know. You know he told me not to talk to you also. He doesn’t like my having best friends and saying everything to you.
K: Oh…I didn’t know he asked you not to talk to me also. He is fine when he talks to me.

***

Anoop: Hey Ash, what have you been doing all this while? I didn’t even see a single message of yours. Got busy with your friends huh?
Asha: Oh please Anoop…don’t start all over.
Anoop: So, talked to Kiran? How’s he doing?
Asha: How’s your best friend Anjali doing? No news about her lately.
Anoop: See, you don’t have to bring Anjali into this. She is my friend and mine alone. Kiran is not someone like Anjali. He is a mutual friend.
Asha: So what? Who cares? He is my BEST FRIEND. I WILL TALK TO HIM.
Anoop: Why are you shouting? Who asked you not to talk? You can. You always can. But you don’t have to tell him everything. That won’t do us any good.
Asha: I don’t think so. I can’t help it. To me, he is just like Anjali is to you.
Anoop: You can’t trust someone blindly. I know him better than you do.
Asha: Whatever.

even i can write stories.

OK. Let me confess the fact that this post is a fiction.

I was getting so bored one day when I was sitting in the office – no work to do, yet a critical resource. I thought I’ll make some friends. I’ve an option to use some ‘Happy Hours’ in my office where I get to access commercial websites.

And then, I found this girl to chat with. I first sent a very casual email though I never expected a reply. Girls don’t reply to emails from strangers, you see. And then, just like I said, there was no reply. You know how guys behave when they find a girl. I sent another email, this time apologizing. Nope, she didn’t fall for that too. I underestimated this girl. I sent another email saying – even your best friends were strangers to you some day, just like I’m now.

I got a reply. And I replied and she replied and I replied and it went on and on. The first day we exchanged 28 emails. I didn’t have any bad intentions though. I knew she didn’t trust me enough as you can’t trust anyone online. Emails became continuous and then I invited her to chat. She accepted and then we chatted for hours and hours everyday. One day, I asked her mobile number and never expected she would respond the way she did. After all, it’s just a number. But it’s her mobile number. I wanted to talk to her. Desperately. I found a work-around. I gave her my number.

She got busy and we didn’t chat for a few days. One day I got a text message from an unknown number saying it was her number and she would come online after sometime. I suddenly replied saying ‘Now you trust me enough to share your mobile number, huh?’

Okay. Now, that was the start. We stopped chatting and started messaging. And then we talked. I wanted more. I wanted her to sing and she did. See, human beings are desperate. They are not happy with what they already have. Now that I got her number, I wanted to see her. And then I saw her, she saw me and blah blah blah...

I’m a dumbass when it comes to ‘flirting’. I didn’t mean to say she was an expert but we got close enough to compliment each other saying about our good qualities (if that can be called flirting). We were getting closer day by day. We wanted to chat always. I wanted her to keep in touch with me thru messages. Chatting, telephoning, emailing, flirting, possessiveness, love, like, this that… Just like you can imagine how couples would be.

But no, we haven’t proposed each other yet but we were sure that we loved each other. At least we don’t mind loving each other if not we haven’t loved each other as yet. I happened to be one of the good guys she happened to meet and after 89 thoughtful days she decided to say it first.

‘Hey, I want to tell you something so very important.’ She said.
‘What?’ I enquired.
‘Marry Me.’
‘WHAT?’ I was shocked.
‘I mean, listen to that song. It’s nice!’

PS: So, I had nothing to do for the whole day at office and the idea of making a new friend, messaging, talking, flirting tempted me to write this post. :D

way2sms or fullonsms?

Way2SMS is thousand times better than Fullonsms though it provides an additional 20 characters than way2sms.

FULLONSMS SUCKS! SUCKS TO THE CORE!

PS: I don't know your experience with these 2 websites. Please share if you don't mind. Thanks.

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most spontaneous blogger award.

First of all, I would like to apologize to MSM for being so late to take up the award. Her last resort was to let me know that she would give the award to some blogger I hated the most :D

Second of all, I would like to thank, again, MSM for giving the award. She also wants me to answer three questions while I claim the award.

1. Which is your favorite weather and why?

The moment she gave this award, I informed her that this question is tough. You really got to change the question MSM. Please... :D

2. What are you three favorite tourist destinations you would want to go to, before you die?

London, Mexico and Monaco. Don't ask me the reasons why I want to visit those places. I have heard about these places and I have seen a lot of pics of my friends. I feel these places are worth visiting.

3. Name your three most read blogs.

a.k.a ninu, no comments, and its all about perception.

So, MSM, linking you back. :P And No. I don't want to give this award to anyone. I'm selfish. I want to keep it with myself. :D

PS: MSM is an artist too. She made this pic herself.

Many Many Happy Returns.

When I met this girl, I never thought I will be writing a blog-post about her on her birthday. I'm happy for a friend like her. I want to write a lot about her. I don't want to reveal her identity though. All I will say is, she is unique and one hell of a friend.

Many Many Happy Returns On Your Birthday. May you have all happiness in this world and may all your dreams come true.

Hey, you arent supposed to spend too much time online. Go study for your exams.

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tag!

Well, I’m it! I have been tagged by Always Happy of Dil ki Baat, Blog ke Saath! The basic rules of this tag is that I have to answer honestly the following whacky questions that he has come up with.

***

1. If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?

Way back in 2007, He asked me the most important question of my life and I answered 'No'. I wish I could go back to that moment and shout 'YES'.

2. What movie or TV character you think you resemble most in personality?

I have no idea. Sorry :D

3. What movie or TV character would you really like to be like?

Shah Rukh Khan in Baazigar! Wow!

4. If you could push one person in the whole world off a cliff and get away with it, who would it be?

Someone who did hurt me a lot.

5. Name one habit you want to change in yourself.

My arrogance.

6. Describe yourself in one word.

Sensitive.

7. Describe the person who named you in this meme in one word.

Friendly.

8. Why do you blog? Answer in one sentence.

I started blogging to make money out of adSense. Then when I started to writing, I felt its not about making money. Its soemthing more. And I love it.

9. Name at least 3 people to send this meme to then inform them.

MSM, Alcina, and Red.

10. Link back to the person who tagged you in this meme.

Thanks a lot Always Happy! Sorry for being late. :)

rule of nature.

God would not punish you for a mistake someone else did.

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time less (on) tuesday.

Oops. No time to write.

PS: I used to wonder 'what the hell is that all about?' when I see posts like 'Wordless Wednesday', 'Thursday Challenge' and all that. I thought I would start something new. Time less (on) Tuesday!

PPS: This post is meant to be funny. OMG! No time. Bye.

a.k.a ninu.

Finally, I'm done with my 10 days research. I think many people who were reading my blog for the past 10 days might be wondering what I'm talking about. In one of my previous post, I had said 'guys' follow / comment a blog if the author is a girl, no matter how good the content is.

As on March 31 2011, I had 37 followers and the average number of comments on my blog was 7 or 8 max. Now, since I changed my name to 'Ninu', I've got 49 followers and average number of comments is 15 minimum. And not just that. This stupid research helped me with something else too.

I'm sorry for those who actually commented and followed my blog thinking I'm Ninu. I didn't mean to offend or cheat you people.

I'm more than happy that I got a few new friends. One of them is very nice, one of them is very beautiful, one of them is very sarcastic, one of them just look for grammar mistakes in what we type, one of them is very professional, one of them is very childish, one of them writes poems about love though she is not in love, one of them is very young though she writes matured, and so on.

I would like to thank Red for her valuable suggestions. I think she got irritated the first time she knew the idea but I'm glad she gave me the bravest of all suggestions. I thank Gowthami for deleting my comments which I wrote on her blog, thanks to Ash for she understood what I'm up to. Many thanks to MSM for she gave me an award though she took it back later. I hope you will give me some award some day. Thanks to Alcina and Pria for they supported me. Thanks to Always Happy for she too supported me and eagerly waited for the results.

I just can't imagine if I earned 12 new followers in 10 days, what will be the case of those (girls) who have been blogging since years? ;)

PS: Many of you might be wondering if I'm following a blog just because the author is a girl. Yes, to be very honest. I guess I follow a couple of blogs (or more, I have no idea). I don't mind saying it here. I love to say the truth.

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there is always a first time.

So, here it is. My First Car!







I'm so happy.

Anna Hazare - We all are with you.

The dream of India as a strong nation will not be realised without self-reliant, self-sufficient villages, this can be achieved only through social commitment & involvement of the common man.
- Anna Hazare

So, I've been reading a lot about him. But what it is all about? What is Lokpal Bill? No one has actually explained what it is all about. They just know its something to do with corruption. I received an email few hours back. I thought I would post it here. By now, I guess, everyone would have come to know all about it.

1. Who is Anna Hazare?

An ex-army man. Fought 1965 Indo-Pak War

2. What's so special about him?

He built a village Ralegaon Siddhi in Ahamad Nagar district, Maharashtra. This village is a self-sustained model village. Energy is produced in the village itself from solar power, biofuel and wind mills. In 1975, it used to be a poverty clad village. Now it is one of the richest village in India. It has become a model for self-sustained, eco-friendly & harmonic village. Anna Hazare was awarded Padma Bhushan and is a known figure for his social activities.

3. What is he fighting for?

He is supporting a cause, the amendment of a law to curb corruption in India. He is advocating for a Bil, The Lok Pal Bill (The Citizen Ombudsman Bill), that will form an autonomous authority who will make politicians (ministers), beurocrats (IAS/IPS) accountable for their deeds.

4. So, is this a new thing?

In 1972, the bill was proposed by then Law minister Mr. Shanti Bhushan. Since then it has been neglected by the politicians and some are trying to change the bill to suit thier theft (corruption).

5. OK. What is that he looking for?

The first thing he is asking for is: the government should come forward and announce that the bill is going to be passed. Next, they make a joint committee to DRAFT the LOK PAL BILL. 50% goverment participation and 50% public participation. Because you cant trust the government entirely for making such a bill which does not suit them.

6. What will happen when this bill is passed?

A LokPal will be appointed at the centre. He will have an autonomous charge, say like the Election Commission of India. In each and every state, Lokayukta will be appointed. The job is to bring all alleged party to trial in case of corruptions within 1 year. Within 2 years, the guilty will be punished. Not like, Bofors scam or Bhopal Gas Tragedy case, that has been going for last 25 years without any result.

7. Is he alone? Whoelse is there in the fight with Anna Hazare?

Baba Ramdev, Ex. IPS Kiran Bedi, Social Activist Swami Agnivesh, RTI activist Arvind Kejriwal and many more. Prominent personalities like Aamir Khan is supporting his cause.

8. What can YOU do?

Spread the message. Update status message, links, video, changing profile pics. Pray for his good health.

Anna Hazare’s Fast Unto Death – Please Spread The Word

Read the post - here.

This was written by a blogger friend of mine - Swats. Thank you for bringing this matter to our attention.

PS: Please do comment on the original post (and not here). Thanks a lot.

its all about perception.

In the above image, is the statue actually on her head? Of course not. Though it may look so. Its actually an illusion. The angle at which the photographer took the picture creates an illusion so that an onlooker feels the statue is on her head.

It all depends on the way you look at it, the way you perceive it. We may do something which may seem very right to us. It shouldn't possibly be right to someone else.

So, why am I saying all this now?

I don't understand why its always 'HE' who ditched 'HER'? Can't it be 'SHE' who ditched 'HIM'? They just don't care who is right and who is wrong.

All they do care is, IN THE PICTURE, the statue is on HER head.

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as on 31 march 2011.

I'm doing a research.

Hope frequent-visitors-of-my-blog would understand it in no time. Please, if you do get it, please don't mention it in when you comment. I don't want others to know. This 'research' is to support my theory. I've got not-a-lot of criticisms for one of my posts. I thought I would do a research on the topic.

I promise, I've no intentions to make you 'April Fool', though it may feel so.

PS: for frequent-commenters: Red, Neeha, Nehha, Alcina, Rajlakshmi, and Ash - I 'think' you people have got better chances to understand what I'm saying. So, please don't say it here. Okay? If you are desperate to say it, email me at the ID shown in the sidebar :)

PPS: Sorry, if I missed any names out.

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what is that you want to prove?

Whatever I did is wrong. And everything you did is unquestionably right. I agree. You were Mother Teresa and I was Adolf Hitler. You suffered all the pain - as you say it.

What pain? I'm sure you dont even know the meaning of the word 'Pain'. Everything happened the way you wanted it. And now, the blame on me. Wow!

I've no pain, no emotions, no feelings. I'm a machine.

Happy?

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next to God.

God just love to see some people suffering. No matter how good they are.

I saw a programme in one of the malayalam channel about a mother who lost 5 of her 9 kids and 6th one is waiting for his turn. They all had kidney trouble. I felt so bad about them. I know sympathy is not what they want. I really want to help. I cant lend them a kidney. But I can surely spare some money for them.

Please, before you spend some money on luxury, before you spend money on something which you can live without, even if its a 100 bucks, help people who really need it.

At least you can tell yourself that you did something. Something not even God did.

PS: Many many happy returns. Happy Birthday.

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no comments.

Now that I know why do people write blogs, my next concern is why do people comment/follow blogs.

I have no idea how a girl behaves when she sees a new blog. But I do know something.

1. Girls like to be 'commented', though they don't comment.
2. They comment because you commented. Tit-for-Tat.
3. They dont comment. They update their blog, saying they were busy doing something more important and would comment soon (before world ends).
4. They comment because there are nice girls too.
5. They comment. Exploiting Tit-for-Tat.
6. They do comment/follow, if its worth doing.
7. Are you a frequent commenter on my blog?

Now, guys are so generous, you see. They comment and follow most of the blogs. Just for 2 simple reasons.

1. The blog is just amazing.
2. The blog author is a girl.
   

PS: This is meant to be a partially-funny-partially-true post. No offense, please.

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heads up.

I recently came to know the importance of giving 'Photo Credits' to the photographers. My sister is an Indian Blogger by profession and she was with me when I was typing my previous post. She told me the importance of giving credits to the photographers even if the picture is not copyright'ed. I feel what she said is worth a post.

I would suggest you not to take images from 'Google Images'. Google takes images from websites all over the world. You might have noticed the message on the right sidebar saying 'This image may be subject to copyright.' This means Google holds no responsibility and its your risk.

Even if you are giving credits for these images, you should actually give the credit to the owner (or photographer) or the website the picture actually belongs to and NOT to 'Google Images'. Google Images is just a mediator.

You can get the necessary information of the website from the top-right corner once you open an image in Google Images. If you are taking any pictures from SXC or Freefoto or ImageAfter, please read the Image License Agreement and the FAQ. Though these images are free, you will have to 'credit' some photographers, some would insist you to 'notify' them before you use it in any public work.

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pinocchio in me.

Why do we write blogs? Does it give any kind of satisfaction or mental relief once we jot down our thoughts? Does it mean that whatever we write is true?

No. Its not always true. I mix up things happened in my life and someone else's life. Sometimes I take stuffs happened in someone else's life and write as if it happened to me few hours ago. Blog, though we write it, we dont read it. We write it for others. If we dont want others to read, why dont we write personal diaries instead of blogs?

Blogs are for entertainment. Before I write something, I used to think, will the readers like this post? Will they comment on my post? Will they come back again to read my future posts? What would they feel if I write about this topic. I want to entertain people. I hope everyone does the same. People write/read blogs to kill time, to get a break, to shed their thoughts, to shed their tensions.

As I said in one of my previous posts, no one has the right to question us about what we write in our blog as long as we dont specifically mention their name or a picture or any other information that can lead to finding them. It can be a coincidence. Or it can be anything else for that matter. You can't judge someone just by reading their blogs.

Please don't believe what I write. A 'story', by the word itself, is a lie. That makes the story-teller a liar. So am I.

PS: Now, the question is, can you believe this post? That makes this post, a paradox.

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what goes around, comes around.

Pre-Script: Ninu, this one is for you and for you alone.

If you hurt someone with a stone, sooner or later someone else will hurt you with a different stone. I dont know if I make any sense. But what I said is true. I have had a lot of experiences and I'm yet to learn from it. Because right now, I'm going to throw a stone at someone.

I love to take revenge. Most of the time I let the feeling go off my head. But there are situations where the gush leaves a scar deep inside my mind. No matter how hard I try, the scar stays intact.

I dont know if I'm the only person on earth to take revenge this way - I look into their eyes and smile at them when they are suffering from pain. No big deal. Just smile.

Yes, I know. We are not going to meet again, ever. I can text you a smiley though. That would do. I know you will see me in your mind. I dont know if that smiley will ever make you shed a tear. I wish it would. I'm very cruel at times. Never thought you would be a victim. Though I never thought you will say 'that' in the first place.

PS: Ironically, someone might be waiting to smile at me. I dont care.

i'm thin. i'm ugly. but i'm lucky.

Have you ever felt lucky?

If not, just visit the cancer patients in AIMS (Amrita Institute of Medical Sciences) or any hospital for that matter.

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no one will question us.

The greatest advantage of writing a blog is, we can cry our heart out and say its a fiction.

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it never works out the first time.

There is nothing more painful in this world than hearing from the person we love the most that she loves someone else. It doesn’t matter how much we love someone. There is always someone else who loves the same person more than we do.

I got an email from N asking me to stop disturbing D. I didn’t really understand what N actually meant by the word ‘disturbing’. How am I supposed to ‘disturb’ my wife-to-be? Even if I’m disturbing, I think I have the right to. Why does he care?

It was not a rude email, though I couldn’t digest it. Who on earth is N? I hadn’t even heard of him from her. I replied asking his contact number. I desperately wanted to talk to him. He gave his number and I called him the next moment. He sounded polite and cool. He was 4 years younger than me. He was a friend of D. Best friends I must say. He told me not to disturb D or her parents again. I was more than shocked. I was in US at the time. I’m wasting my money. I didn’t know what to do.

He was saying each and every word that I and D used to talk over the phone. How the hell he came to know about all that? He told me things I told D which I didn’t even remember. He said he has access to D’s email and he has seen all my emails. He also told me that D is not at all interested to get married to me. I asked why is not D saying this to me and why you? ‘She is afraid to tell you this and she is doing this for her parents. She doesn’t want to make her parents sad. She doesn’t want to insult them.’ – was his reply.

I didn’t utter a word. My heart sank. I asked him about his interest in our case. He said he can’t see D suffering. He warned me to drop this alliance. I asked if he loved her. He said he did and he loves her more than anyone else on the planet.

I called D and asked about N. Not even once had she mentioned about N. She is not in love with him but she fears of a life with me, a life like hell. That’s the word she used to mention how her life would be with me – HELL!

I didn’t say anything. I loved her a lot. I was on the verge of crying. Not because she is going to drop this but for using the word ‘Hell’. I asked her to explain it – What is that I did for her to say it would be hell? She kept mum.

I didn’t even think of dropping the alliance. I loved her. I wanted to marry her. I knew she loved me too somewhere deep inside her heart. I thought I would wait for her. I always wanted to marry the girl I meet first. I mean, the girl I meet which comes as an alliance. You know, it sucks to go meet a lot of girls and dropping them (or they dropping me) for some stupid reasons. I actually did forget about my 2-syndrome.

God’s plan would be completely different from our plans. It had to get dropped. I don’t want to mention the reasons here but I can assure you that it’s not because of the reason I mentioned before. See, how can it be hell? I’m not a bad guy you see. I think I’m good, not very good though. ;)

How would you feel if you hear those words from someone about the person you are going to get married – that he/she loves her/him more than anyone else?

I just want her to be happy whoever she gets married to. She is damn beautiful when she smiles.

PS: I apologize for the length of this post.

dont listen to your manager, ever.

What can I say? I think the title says it all.

This is my third week in Delhi. I came here for 2 weeks. And now he is asking me to stay for another week. I dont have enough dress to wear. I hate the food here. And how on earth he can ask me to stay here for another week? Fucko!

I got work to do at home. I cant just let my parents do everything on my behalf. It's me who should be running here and there. I didnt ask him for leave. I just said I will work from home like I used to do before. Why is he making me stay here?

I cant think how humble he was to me when I resigned. He just wanted me to revoke my resignation and stay with the company. He said my communication skills are good and he wanted me to be a Business Analyst. He kept his promise and also gave me a hike. I'm a Business Analyst now. But now I regret my decision. I should have gone ahead with my resignation. I hope this will end up in something good for me.

He is an A**HOLE, really!

PS: BTW, my new Minesweeper record - 179 secs! Isn't that cool? :D



PPS: Managers give you false/true promises just to get their work done. Don't fall for their sentiments. They suck! They really do!

its really in their blood.

I happened to read a few new blogs lately and most of those blogs were of girls'. I was surprised that they all have one thing in common - 'About Me'.

They all have written pretty well the same thing. Below mentioned are the 'words/phrases' I happened to notice.

1. Imperfect
2. Perfectly Imperfect
3. A blend of Imperfections

etc etc etc...

I dont know if they wrote specifically about them or about girls in general. Maybe, no girl on the planet is perfect. Maybe, like I said in one of my post, they are just showing off.

Maybe, its really in their blood. khe khe...

PS: This is just my observation. Please dont feel offended.

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after these many years.

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything about you. Actually I haven’t written anything good about you. I created this blog when you broke up with me. I wanted to humiliate you through this blog. But now, I feel happy for you.

These are the occasions where we feel the presence of God. I feel the pain of losing you. There were times where I could not even think of you being with someone else.

I would like to take this opportunity to say my sorry for everything I did to you. For hurting you to the core, for pushing you away when you tried to hug me, for making you cry on the middle of the road, for keeping you on hold for more than an hour on phone, for having had you hospitalized, for humiliating you through my Orkut profile updating the ‘About me’ section. I know you have taken a print-out of it as a token of my hatred. I sometimes feel I would have got you back if I haven’t done what I did.

I’m sorry K****u (I really want to spell your name but I don’t want to). I didn’t mean to hurt you. The day we talked for the last time on phone, the day you said you are not mine anymore, I went mad. I wanted to kill myself. Though I shouted at you, I loved you somewhere deep inside my heart. I thought you will come back after a while. I never knew you loved me this lot to let me go away.

Friends used to say about those times I used to go out at 2 AM in the night after fighting with you. I was madly in love with you. I have never loved someone so seriously. I have no feeling left in my mind for someone else. I realize that now.

I cherish the way you loved me. I want someone to love me the way you loved me, the way you used to stop me from talking to any other girl, the way you used to call me ‘anu’, the way you call me every half hour if you didn’t see my msg, the way you kiss my ears, the way you hug me, the way you touch my cheeks, the way you hold my hands. I cherish each and every second I had spent with you. I now know how valuable you were to me.

Now, you are married to someone else. I’m happy that God found you a perfect guy except, for what I feel, that he smokes. But I’m sure you will be happy in your life. I’ve never cursed you and never will.

I really don’t love you now. It’s just that I wanted to let go off my feelings completely. And I feel this is the right time.

You may or may not be reading this post. But please forgive me. I’m sorry.

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yes, i'm from kerala n its a land of coconut trees. omg.

I've been hearing the same question from day 1. I'm done answering their stupid questions. YES! I'm from Kerala and its a land of coconut trees.

You use coconut in every dish you make? NO!

You drink coconut water? YES!

So coconuts might be very cheap in Kerala, isn't it? NO! Not so cheap. Rs.10/coconut

You eat rice with your hands :O? YES!

I've been to Koocheen. I liked the people there. They have lot of respect for others. Its not Koocheen ma'am. Its Cochin.

Hey, isn't that funny you have something like lemon-rice, sambar-rice, curd-rice in Kerala? No, not so funny like alu-paratha, chana-paratha, gobi-paratha in Delhi.

and the list goes on and on and on.

But you know what? I liked the people here. They are so friendly and all that. And I'm so very surprised that I cant find a single guy (at least my friends here) who haven't f**ked at least once. Really. I'm not joking. And they are so open about it. :|

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my first day in north-india.

Flight was 4 hrs late.

Reached office by 4 PM.

Heavy Rain.

13°C.

No hangers.

No blanket.

No bathroom slippers.

Wow!

i'm off to delhi.

I resigned from my company fearing that they would ask me to come to Delhi. Now that I resigned, they asked exactly what I feared. They booked a flight ticket scheduled to depart from Cochin on Monday morning.

I got to give Knowledge Transition (KT). I requested my manager to send one person to Bangalore so that I can give him whatever knowledge is necessary to work on my project. You see, managers do whatever they can to their employees to make them struggle like anything during their notice-period. I have never been to North India. I dont have any relatives or cousins or friends in Delhi.

Guess I will have to stay in Delhi for almost 3 weeks. I dont think I will be visiting places. I got no company to roam around. Thank God I can understand Hindi. But then I dont think I can manage alone. I wish if I had a friend in Delhi. :((

Hope Just-Dial would be there for help!

PS: I do not mind a blogger friend from Delhi. ;)

its in their blood.

There are two kinds of girls in this world. One who shows off and other who doesnt.

Incident 1:

Recently, I and my brother went for a malayalam movie (Traffic) in Sarita theatre in Cochin. The movie was terrific. The crowd was overwhelming. We waited for a while for the crowd to drain and then we moved to the 2-wheeler parking area. On the way, I saw a (unmarried?) couple walking beside me. They might be in their early twenties. I dont have to tell you how people behave when we have a nice-looking-girl around.

'Are you serious?' I heard a shout. Everyone around looked at the girl. She was literally shouting and laughing at him. I dont know what made her to talk in English all of a sudden. Maybe because she wanted to let others know that she knows English or maybe she wanted herself to get noticed in front of others. Whatever!

Girls, I think they have a natural instinct to know when to show-off. No matter if she is beautiful or ugly or whatever for that matter. They have it in their blood.

***

Incident 2:

This is about someone who I knew for quite long time. She was working in a BPO in Chennai and she had to write some test in Trivandrum and I accompanied her to the railway station to send her off. We got into the coach, found her seat. There were a few people in the same compartment. I asked one elder lady to have an eye on my friend for she was alone.

She called me back from behind when I started to move. She took 100 rupees from her purse and told me to keep it for autorikshaw fare. I said I have enough with me to get myself home. She refused again. Took another 100 rupees and gave it to me. 'Anu, please take it. I know you dont have enough money.' (she used to call me 'Anu')

I was really embarrassed in front of everyone. Even now, I dont know what was the purpose of giving the money to me. She could have given that some other time when we were waiting for the train. She could have given the autorikshaw fare when we came to the station. Maybe, she didnt think it would insult me. Maybe her feelings were genuine. Maybe the way I think is wrong.

Maybe, she was showing off. You see, they have it in their blood.

***

PS: Please dont get offended. I'm not complaining about the whole species. There are exceptions.

he is no better than me.

I think its human behavior to compare someone with someone else. Parents do compare their kid with their neighbor's kid. Husband compares his wife with his friend's. And very few of them compare his ex-girl-friend's husband with himself. That's not a strange thing or so I believe. The reason why I'm saying this right now is, I also compared myself with someone else.

She hates people who smoke or so she told me. I was little worried when I heard the news that she is going to get married. One side of my mind hated her to the core for she left me. But the other side of my mind wanted her to get settled and live happily. I'm not that cruel, you see.

Few days back, I saw him smoking cigarette. You dont know how happy I felt when I saw him smoking. I at least have one good quality when compared to him.

PS: Deep inside, I'm jealous of him.

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tata photon plus - 'unlimited plan' sucks.

Hi Reader (if someone is reading :D),

If you have any plan to change your current Tata Photon Plus plan to an 'Unlimited Usage' plan, please dont. It sucks.

I feel its better to choose a time-based or data-based plan depending on your usage. But, please please please, dont go for an unlimited plan. They say they provide 3.1 Mbps speed upto 10 GB (changes depending on the plan you choose) and rest will be around 155 Kbps.

Though they say all this, I have never seen the 'speed touching even 100 Kbps, ever since I changed the plan. When I was using the time-based plan (monthly rental of Rs. 950), I could see the speeds upto 2.5 Mbps.

So people, shed Tata Photon Unlimited or go for BSNL. I really dont believe its me suggesting to opt for BSNL broadband. My previous experience with BSNL was way too bad but now I must say I'm more than happy with BSNL.

This post is not to promote BSNL Broadband. Okay. Its upto you. I just wanted to give a heads-up before you go for Photon Plus.

10 minutes, 20 questions, 12 right answers!

I wrote the most important exam of my life. I thought it would be really easy. My sir gave me a booklet of 100 questions out of which 20 will come for the test and I just need to get 12 answers right. No negative marking. Once entered, no going back!

The (Ultimate) Test:
Its an online exam. 1o minutes. 20 multiple-choice questions, 3 computers. 3 persons at a time. No copying. No bit of papers. Nothing! Cant think of something tougher.

The Exam Hall:
The test usually starts at 10 AM. I didnt have any plans to write the test today for they conduct test 3 days in a week. But my sir phoned me and asked me to go and attend it today hoping there wont be any rush. After all its a weekday. I went for the test at 11 AM and there were at least 25 of them waiting for the test. There is a computer in the hall where you can try the 'mock test'. I tried it a few many times. Got used to the pattern and type of questions and got ready for the test.

The Question Paper:
The computer displayed my picture, my address and whatever information I had filled in the form. Few seconds later it showed 'Hit the green button'. It was not difficult for me to find the green button for there were only three 'keys' visible. I answered the first one and got it right. I felt it easy. Further on, it became tougher. I got tensed. My fingers started shivering. I started to concentrate more. Again! Wrong answer. I've got plenty of time. But running short of questions. I got 7 right answers out of 12 I attempted. OMG! I need more questions. What the hell does this symbol mean? I havent seen symbols like that in my life. I started to guessing the answers. More wrong answers.

Somewhere Between 'The Question Paper' And 'The Result':
8 out of 15. Only 5 more questions and need 4 right answers. OMG! I have never prayed like that even during my board exams. I was thinking about the embarrassment when I get out of the hall. OK. Wrong answer again! WTF! 4 questions and I need to get all of them right. Luckily, next three questions were simple ones. 8 more minutes and one question left!

The Result:
Last question. I saw the picture of something I have never seen before and the question was to interpret the meaning of it. I chose the 3rd option. Immediately the screen displayed 'CONGRATULATIONS! YOU PASSED!'

Result After The Result:
I waited for the person there for he had to stick some paper on my application form. He did whatever he had to. I got it signatured for his superior officer. And there I'm. I finally got the Leaner's Driving License! :D

PS:
If I ever happened to get the last answer wrong, I would be the first human being on the planet to fail the learner's driving license test. Also, this was the first test I ever wished if I had more questions to answer. khe khe khe...

PPS:
This is the picture:

No Through Side Road

mera number kab ayega? ;)

In a lifetime the average person spends around 336 hours kissing - equivalent to a fortnight-long snog.
^^
I just read this in Yahoo FTP (by ANI). This is just a snippet. You can read the full post here. If what they say is true, I just cant wait for my 336 hours. khe khe khe... ;)

PS: Sorry ANI if what I'm doing is plagarism.

PPS: Please note the change in my blog title :D

aftershave and after shave.

Let me come to the point straight.

I accidentally slipped my Gillette aftershave lotion and some of it splashed on the floor. My mom came shouting and asked me what happened.

I: I slipped the aftershave lotion.
Mom: Oh that's bad. Is it too costly?
I: No, not really.
M: I know you spend a lot these days. Who do you think you are? Kochi rajavinde kochu mono? (read: are you the grandson of Kochi Maharaja?)
I: What happened now for you to say this?
M: Why did you call the cab to go to that marriage function?
I: Mom, please...stop this.
M: If you start spending like this, you are going to suffer a lot. If you are like this now, what will happen to our expenses once we get our car?
I: Its not me who booked the car. Its Dad. Ask him.
M: What will you do after your marriage? You cant spend like this. You know, if we had spent money like what you are doing now, you wouldn't be in this place you are now.
I: I know. Now please stop this. I know you all suffered a lot. But this is 2011. And this is how people are these days.

She and I went on and on and on even after the shave. I cursed the moment I spilled the bottle.

Oh my god. Sometimes we just cant control them. Parents are always like that. They just want their kids to be happy. I can understand what they feel. But I just cant stop spending money. khe khe khe... See, I'm not wasting it. I'm spending for what I feel is useful. :|

i wanna make a lot of money.

My life-time ambition is to buy a BMW 5 Series car at the age of 40. Now I'm 26 years old. When I think of next 14 years, I'm almost sure that I cant make 45 lakhs.

There are a lot of ways to make money.
1. Steal - illegal and easiest way
2. Inheritance - you are lucky
3. Dowry - this is the best way. No risk ;)
4. Business - you need some guts
5. Investments like Mutual Funds, Fixed Deposits etc - bravo!
6. Share trading - super-bravo ;) like me... :D

Share Trading is my favorite. I've been trading for quite sometime now. I can feel its the most reliable investment plan. I can say that because I know how it works. For those who think investing in shares is 'gambling', they are FOOLS. It is like pronouncing SAP (software company) as 'Saap'. It is S-A-P.

If you know about some good companies, if you are not greedy, if you have some ample money to invest, I would say share trading is the best investment. If you invest more money, you can make more profit. If you invest less money, you can make less profit.

I know about a few shares where you can invest blindly and make profit out of it. I'm not going to say which share, though. I've done a lot of research about those companies and I worked out a strategy, which is, 5 lacs, 5 years, 100 transactions and you can make 75 lacs out of it. You may feel I'm bluffing. No, I'm not. You can make even more.

But you got to find the right stock and invest at the right time.