light of heaven and i'm so happy.

I never knew about the importance of giving credits to the photographers when we are using their photos on our blogs or websites until my sister told me about it. Since then I've been crediting photographers of every single picture I'm using on my blog. 

I used to wonder how that really matters - pictures are free anyway. At least those we find in SXC. And now, I stopped wondering. Guess what? Few days ago I received an email from one Mr. Kevin Petrie asking me permission if he can use my photo. I've no words to explain how happy I was. I replied saying he can use my photo and also asked if he can send me the link of the final work though I didn't expect it.

And here he comes with the link. Light of Heaven - I didn't get a chance to listen to the full song for its not free. Just heard the preview and its wonderful. And I took that picture - top left - the candlelight. It's the same picture for this blog.

I'm so happy that my photo was of some use to someone somewhere in this world. It's more like an inspiration for me to take more photos. I'm loving my camera. I started uploading my pics in SXC and even they have an approval process. I uploaded around 30 pictures and only 7 got approved. They give me a feeling that whichever photo gets approved are good.

You can download them and comment if you like it. The profile is here and my gallery is here.

PS: No photo credit for this blog for I'm the owner of this photo.

i'm anything but miser.

To quote Google,

mi·ser/ˈmīzər/

Noun: A person who hoards wealth and spends as little money as possible.

I wear a Tissot. I use a Samsung Galaxy S3. I have 2 Apple iPods - one Touch & one Classic. One Bang & Olufsen earphones (and many other stuffs). I bought all these with my money. I'm not boasting about myself. I've always been extravagant and will always be. Though I'm not taking any credit for that.

I rarely think about money when I want to buy something for myself or my family. I do think when I'm spending money for someone else. It's my money and I've the right to think and will continue to do so. I've never stopped spending money for them though not in the same way I spend for myself. Even so, how can that be counted for a miser? 

I'm not spending money for them the way I spend for myself and so I'm a miser? What the heck? I didn't stop spending money or I'm not saving money in any bank account or anywhere else for that matter.

Does that make me a miser? I mean, really?

Photo Credit: Shilpin Patel / Image

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.

Photo Credit: Lars Sundstrom / Image / Website

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.

Photo Credit (for girl's profile pic): Sanja Gjenero / Image
Photo Credit (first pic): Daniel Heitz / Image / Website
Photo Credit (second pic): Octavio Lopez / Image

there is always a first time.

So, here it is. My First Car!







I'm so happy.

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.

Photo Credit: Lorenzo González / Image

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 never knew she loved me this lot.

How do you feel when someone you love the most is getting married to someone else? I'm sure you would get hurt. At least for a second I used to think 'if she came running at the last moment...' And if it happened, that would be the sweetest and most memorable moment of my entire life and worst moment of others' lives. I've thought about stuffs of that sort. I wish I were the one who married the gal I loved the most, no matter what.

But now, situation is just opposite to what it used to be. Before, I used to think 'Why cant she come running to me?' Now, I'm supposed to be the one running.

I know someone who loves me so much. I know she wants me to marry her. Should I run-away from where I'm supposed to be, shouting 'I Love You too'? Or just leave everything to God?

Photo Credit: Mike Coombes / Image / Website

August 10 1984!

And...here I'm...on my birthday!

I always wanted to scribble something here. I'm way too lazy than I were a few months back. I dont even feel like logging in. khe khe khe... So I guess everyone here is doing a very good job. I can see a lot of posts which I missed. I would definitely read it sometime.

I kind of started to hate myself. I have felt so cruel ever before. I miss most of my friends. Lot of changes in life. Lot of new people, lot of new incidents, lot of tension, lot of sadness...and no happiness at all. I decided not to answer any calls on my birthday. Just for a change. You know what... I dont think my friends do remember my birthday...khe khe khe...

Okay...I dont want to workout sentiments here and being empathetic of sympathy. Oh my god...what's that? Being empathetic of sympathy? Is that a correct sentence? Who cares? khe khe khe...

Finally....Many many happy returns of the day! Happy birthday to myself! Love you lots! Have fun!

in US.

I never in my life thought I would be in US some day. I always wanted to be in US when I see movies, the big buildings, ultra luxury cars and all that. Now that I'm here, I dont wanna be here even for a day. First reason - food!

First Rule: If you are a 'Veggie', US is not your place. Not that I'm a veggie but here they dont have a concept of Vegetarian. There is a special kind. 'Chicketarian - those who eat chicken alone' khe khe khe...

There are a few things which I 'found' about this place.
1. Technology - you can see the impact of technology almost everywhere in US. Even inside your bathroom.
2. People are 'huge' here not cuz they are healthy but cuz they are 'fat'. They eat chicken or turkey or beef or french fries all the time. ALL THE TIME!
3. I guess you can never find water in its 'normal' temperature. Cold is soooooo cold and hot is soooo hot (even inside the bathroom).
4. Side-walks on the road are so neat - cuz there are no people who walk. You cant live here without a car.
5. Guy who has a car is richer than the guy who has a BMW. That sounds crazy but its true. Maybe he who has a Rolls Royce is rich but not any other model.
6. You can get a car for $6000. You cant think of a bike unless you have at least $25,000.

Some pictures I clicked! May not be good... :D






















This was taken at 7 PM!!!





PS: Blah blah blaaahh....

visa fuckin interview.

Okay. Probably this will be my first and last post for this month. I'm also on the verge of losing interest to update my blogs.

Few days back, I had my first every US VISA interview. I fucked it. Not that I screwed the interview. Actually my VISA got approved. But I fucked the fucking VISA formalities. My company arranged my accommodation in a hotel nearby US embassy. I was asked not to carry anything other than the file which they gave me and also my degree certificates just in case. I did exactly what they asked me to do. I dint even carry my wallet.

The guy who checks the VISA fee receipt and other details caught me saying the photo on the application is no good. My spectacle frame crosses my eye ball and for security reasons, they asked me to get another photo. FUCK! I ran back to my hotel room to get the money to take the photo.

It did not end there. I stood behind the queue again waiting for my turn. And now, the guy in the counter asked me to press my right-hand-finger-tips on god-knows-what. I pressed my finger tips as he said. Unfortunately he was a malayalee and after noticing my permanent address, he scolded me in malayalam asking to keep my hands proper blah blah blah.. I wanted to shout 'FUCK YOU!' What on earth finger-tips mean? It means finger fucking T-I-P-S. Not the whole finger. I was fucked. Thank god he dint have the authority to reject my VISA. That would be the last thing I want and the first thing he wanted. khe khe khe...

Luckily, my VISA got approved and flying to US on Sunday July 11th. OMG! My first ever travel outside India. Hope I wont screw it during the immigration check. khe khe khe...

Photo Credit: Pedro Maia / Image

i'm not 18. please.

Situation 1: with friends
I called my friends to invite them for my engagement. I text them too. And 99% of my friends are surprised to hear that I'm getting engaged so soon. They ask if 'Child Marriage' is still on at my place. WTF :|

Situation 2: office
My manager came to my cubicle and asked my colleague if he had any problem to go to US. She looked at me and said I obviously wont have any problem cuz I'm not married. I was like shocked to hear that. I told my manager that I'll get committed soon. She looked at me with her mouth opened. She asked 'How old am I?'

FACT 1:
OK. Everyone wanna hear they look so young. But not me. I sometimes get so irritated to accept the fact that I look so young though I'm 26. I dont grow much of beard or mustache. Lot of people used to tease me for that. I reply to them asking to think about how they look after 10 years.

FACT 2:
I use Santoor soap BTW. I'm feeling so lucky. khe khe khe...

the lazy me.

Will someone believe if I tell you that whatever I have written in this blog were just stories and not even a word were true? No. Nobody will trust that. But I'm in a situation to hide my blog. I wish if my blog went invisible. khe khe khe...

Dont be afraid, OK? I'm not into any terrorism or something like that. Say around a year back, one of my friend's marriage got dropped just cuz of a scrap from one of her friend. I was wondering what was there in that scrap for that matter? Hmmm.. whatever!

I'm in Bengaluru now. I dont get to update my blogs very often. I must say I'm least interested to write blogs these days. No much of work in office. Its the same since 3 yrs. I'm way too lazy than I were 3 yrs before.

Okay. Blog updated. My laziness is working. Let me stop. Would come up with some interesting topic soon. Meanwhile please pray for my blog to turn invisible before 'she' see this. khe khe khe.. I must be so courageous to write like this in here. Maybe after a year or so, I would be the one again updating my blog saying about the fights I had with her cuz of my blog. ;)

Photo Credit: C O / Image

the d-day.

I'm sure you people have watched lot of movies where the gal brings tea for the guy, they exchange sights and wear a smile on their face. Today I happened to experience it. OMG! I got no words to explain the situation.

I was dumbstruck when the gal's father asked if he can ask her daughter to bring tea for us. I shook my head. I saw her coming from the kitchen with a tray with tea-cups. I looked at her for a second. She did too. I dint look at her face when she gave me a cup of tea.

I dont want to explain what all happened there but everything went good. She is fine. I'm good too. Hope everything will turn out to be good.

May 23rd, Sunday has turned out to be one of the most important days of my life. The D-Day, the day I met my 'D' (her name starts with 'D').

Photo Credit: Octavio Lopez / Image

i wanna be alone.

I deleted my Orkut account. I'm more than happy for having deleted it cuz I don't need any friends.

I had a time in my life where I used to spend time with my 7 cats at home. I loved them a lot. Really a lot. I always wanted them to be with me. But all of a sudden, I started to losing them. Some ran away. Two of them died right in front of my eyes. I (mercy) killed one cuz she met an accident and that was the bestest thing we could do to her. I cried a lot that day. Then we decided not to grow anymore pets at home. Its not cuz we don't love them or we don't care for them.

We may not be able to withstand when we feel that we lost them or when we know that we will lose them. Better not to have any than having one now and regretting later.

And for that matter, I don't need any friends. Not anymore!

Photo Credit: Vee Bee / Image

i dont deserve to be happy.

Not a single incident happened in my life which would make me really happy or which I would love to happen. My sixth sense started to working.

When I have a strong positive feeling about something, then I can be fucking sure that it will end negatively. And vice versa.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Just to keep this day, March 18 2010, in my mind for it was a beautiful day. After waiting for more than a month, I got a gift from my best friend. I dint get kissed though (as the picture suggests). But it was as precious as a 'kiss'.

not friendship. not love.

We are the 'bestest' friends you can ever find on the planet. I fall in love with you every now and then. But then, when I fight for silly reasons, I think I can never love you the way I did before. Again, when its all over, I used to wonder if I can, ever, be angry on you.

Our relationship is beyond words. Like I said, you cant find the word 'bestest' in a dictionary.

PS: I...I don't know.

Photo Credit: Julie Elliott-Abshire / Image / Website

this thing filters my sleep.

I hope you people can see the 'electric-plug' and an 'electric-switch' in the picture. That's the water filter fitted next to my room. For obvious reasons, I cant blame those who think that the 'switch' is for the water-filter. At first, I also felt the same.

But actually, that's for my calling-bell. So when people come to get water, press the switch thinking that the filter is switched off. There are people who come and carry water at night also. And now I can tell you how many new people take a room in my floor for that's the only water filter in my floor :| I even have a count of how many of them take water at night.

I wanted to make some marking on the switch to let people know the switch is for my calling-bell. Cuz sometimes it spoils my sleep too. I can afford taking my life, but not my sleep. Now, I'm used to it. I wait for sometime to hear the next bell. I want to make sure that there are people outside wanting to see me. :D

PS: I wanted to write this post long back. But everyday morning I will forget to take the picture but today I kept a reminder :D

choose wisely. live well :P

This is not 'Tele-Brands Advertisements' Okay! :D

I was having food in the cafeteria in the evening. One of my friend was saying his story of fighting with his girl-friend. Fight started with a 'photo'. This guy asked his girl to send her photo so that he can see her anytime. She refused.

'Why? I'm not gonna rape your photo!'. He said, proudly :P

Wow! What-a-dialog! Obviously no man on the planet can 'rape' a 'photo'. But the word 'rape' is the problem now. He just wanted to say something for the sake of saying something. But I guess that word is not there in her dictionary (should have checked it before buying it :D). She shouted at him and cut the call.

'Gals are dumb!' I exclaimed! But I knew what she said is also a point. Gals are sensitive to words. But its hard to guess which are those words.

Another friends who dint have a chance to speak yet came up. 'Choose words wisely. Once said, it cant be taken back.' He said.

I thought and thought and thought and said, 'So is a missed-call :P'. khe khe khe...