Thursday, March 31, 2011

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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Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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.


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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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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Friday, March 25, 2011

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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Monday, March 21, 2011

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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Thursday, March 17, 2011

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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Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

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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Thursday, March 10, 2011

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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Monday, March 7, 2011

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.

Friday, March 4, 2011

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!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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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