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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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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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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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!

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 got fucked at 3 in the mornin.

I'm tensed. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel its pressure on my eyes. I'm not feeling sleepy. I've never prayed to God before the way I did today. All I wanted was to fall asleep. God never listened to my prayers. He never will. He thinks I'm cruel. And so am I.

I'm fucked. I never understood the value of a girl friend till 11.10 PM yesterday. Now I do. Please. I'm not desperate to find a girl friend. Read it again. I understood the value of one.

I wanna write a lot many things but running out of words. I don't know. I don't believe in God. I will never ever pray again. Not in my life.

Now the time is 3. 03 AM. Time to stop this shit. Bye!

you are out of my life.

I dont know why you keep visiting my profile in Orkut. I'm trying to get over all those incidents happened in the past two years. I'm suffering for what I did to you.

Please, if you ever happen to read this, stop visiting my profile. I hate you. Are you not done hurting me?

Go, get married.

genuinely insane self.

I was very much fond of playing cricket when I was young. I liked wicket-keeping though I was not a good keeper. To add strength to that statement, one day, the ball hit my nose. I was continuously sneezing for about half hour.

I got so tired sneezing and went home at last. I just stared into the mirror and was shocked by the irregularities. khe khe khe... I saw a bent-nose. OMG! It was not actually bent, but I pressed my nose to feel the bone and I felt a difference. I dint want my parents to find this out and desperately wanted to hide my bent-but-not-yet-bent-nose.

IDEA! I took a small hammer!

I wanted some place to support my nose so that I can pat on my nose and make it straight. I thought a lot and at last I laid my eyes on the teapoy. I went near it and placed my face on the teapoy so that my nose is the only part on it. I took the hammer. I swear, I would have been a fool then (even now I'm, to post it here and get embarrasses :D).

I shot two small pats on my nose and checked if it straightened. No! Okay. I held my breath and gave a strong-enough-to-break-my-nose-bone pat. OMG! I was startled to see the blood flowing thru my nose.

PS: Please dont try this at home. Khe khe khe... :D

OMG!

And this post is about my niece, Ammu.

I don't know if this is the case with all kids but she is different. She is different in her own ways. She says 1,2,3,...up to 10 without any help, though she misses 4 and 7 every time. Remember she is just one and half year old.

The only thing which I hate about her is her behavior when she gets angry. I dont know how my sister is managing her. We were sitting there chatting with Dad n Mom. Ammu was sitting on the table and when she felt nobody was noticing her she started crying. It went on for 2 hours. She is so very small but when we hear she screaming, I bet, you would never say she is 'small'. She wants her Mom to get up and when she, my sister, does it Ammu wants her to sit. This is not just once. This goes on, say 50 times? 100 times? I dont understand where on earth she gets this much energy to cry continuously with the same intensity and volume for 2 hours.

I thanked God when she stopped crying. She was so tired and she slept. It dint last long. She woke up and started to crying again. Then I felt there was something wrong. I told my sister to give her some medicine for stomach pain cuz I have seen her screaming like that before. Luckily after 10-20 mins she stopped crying. I cursed me, my sister and Mom for blaming her when she cried. We felt sad that she couldnt express it in any other way. They cant even talk.

After a while, my sister was working on my laptop, Ammu again started crying for no reason. I dont know if she had any reason but she showed no symptoms of any body pain or anything like that. She again wanted her mom to get up and sit down. She wants her mom to take her on her hands and when she does that, she will scream to put her down. OMG! She was getting on our nerve. I dont know if all kids are like this. But not in my life I have seen such a kid. I'm not cursing her or blaming her.

But this post is just to show her, obviously when she becomes old enough to understand what a blog is, how she irritated us and we took care of her even when we were angry. I just want her to understand how tough it is to raise a kid. OMG!

I will think twice before I 'do' something to my wife. Khe khe khe... ;) I need to think about the hardships like this....

PS: Ammu...whatever you do, we still love you! :) mwaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.... But we just get irritated at times. :D

they are called 'relatives'

This post is about my recent observation about our family relatives. I, unfortunately, happened to talk about my friend's love marriage to my parents. Luckily, for my parents, one of my relative was also at home.

I found a very funny truth (in fact, many) when we finished the conversation.

Their first problem is that it is a 'Love Affair'. They hate the word love BIG TIME. Their next problem is if she is of the same caste or religion. They dont care even if the guy/gal is good-for-nothin.

Next problem is 'family-support'. And by the word, they just mean that they need all their relatives to come for the marriage. They give lot of suggestions. They vanish after the D-Day. They are those who spend lakhs and lakhs of money for a marriage and then regret spending it.

Their next problem is 'public'. What would they say? Public - assholes. They are just interested to make problems. Oops..I'm sorry. I dint mean every one of them but very few like ***** :P

I have only one question. "Can you promise me that I would be happy for the rest of my life if I marry a gal you suggest? "

i'm a diCease.

I hate you to the core when i'm angry. Its up to you to understand that. If you dont wanna continue this friendship, go ahead. Be alone. I wont come to disturb you. I'm such a pain, right? I knew.

I'm a disease. Treat me.

my kind-of-feeling

Unfortunately or fortunately, she is a Christian and I'm a Hindu. I sure cant find any possibility my parents or her parents agreeing to this relationship. But is that her problem or mine? What we did? Nowadays I kind of started to generating a feelin, hatred towards Christians. All of them in this world. Maybe I'm wrong. Not maybe. I'm wrong.

Maybe I'm too possessive or maybe I'm very badly in love with her. Whatever! I cant get over it.

Yes, chaos it was.

2 months back -
I wanted to release from project. My managers dint approve. I had to submit my resignation. They made lot of problems. They asked me to stay and serve the notice period. Meanwhile, My parents told me its a very bad time for me according to astrology.

Almost the same time, one of my friend got selected in the same company where i got selected. I felt happy for it. At least i got company. But for my confusion, I got an offer from another company but with a higher pay. I felt happier.

My managers was not releasing me from the project at all. They made lot of problems and they said they can relieve me only on Dec 7th. I told this to the companies which offered me job. They luckily were fine. My parents called me in between and said after consulting the astrologer that till Dec 7th its really very bad time for me. I was confused then. But that isnt the purpose of this post.

1 month back -
My friend which i mentioned earlier also got an offer from the same company again. Now, i was also confused to go where. 1st company is in a place near to my native place, just 4hrs away. 2nd company is in Chennai itself. But i decided to stay back in Chennai cuz now my 'company' is here for my friend cuz he rejected the 1st company. :(

Yesterday -
I informed the 1st company that I received another offer from another company and they are paying me more. So i would more likely join them if you wouldnt re-consider my pay structure. 1st company is in great danger now. They had scheduled the project and assignments and all those shits. They called me and asked for my expectation. As always, my expectations were too much for them but they assured they would provide the same offer 2nd company offered. And now i got a better offer and a better place also.

Today -
See how chaotic life is. But still i can see an order, the way things happened for a good cause.

nEw cUbicLe iS nOwHeRe nEaR gOoD...

I came to office late today. As usual. I had to attend a meeting online. I rushed towards my seat. I kept my bag aside and logged in. I was surprised for the login ID wasnt mine. i was like WHAt?!

"Hey, dont you know? Your place got shifted to there" my friend said pointing to a computer which was open to anyone who goes to the rest-room.

Even i had no idea of shifting the place and no one told me also about this. I was already late for the meeting. I spent 5 minutes to get my things shifted to the new place.

New place sucks! This is not at all good. All my friends are with their friends and I'm the only one to stay with a stranger. And the funny thing is I'm sitting next to an IT Admin guy. So that would mean that i CAN NOT take orkut illegally. That was my only time pass and ofcoz blogging. Even I'm not supposed to open Mozilla. The greatest concern is anyone can see my PC.

To make the things worse, employees from the other facility also shifted to here. And now when i go to the cafeteria, i feel it no different from a local railway station. People everywhere :(

i miss my old place.

aNd tHeY aRe caLLed - iDLi...

i'm fed up of having idli. i kinda hate seeing that stupid round thingy around. i'm sick n i know i m not supposed to hav any oily food. But y keep reminding me tat m sick askin me to hav idli. Ayyyooooo...are there not any other food item non-oily other than idli?

My stomach is craving for somthin which is, for sure, not idli!

cAn wE mAkE a dEaL...?

i know its not gonna happen. Still i cant refrain myself from this. I just cant stop loving you. We cant be together for sure. I'm not afraid of death. We cant live together. But shall we die together?

tHiNk...pLeAsE...

U think what others will think, those who dont even think about U
And U dont think of wat i think, who always thinks about U
Why dont U think wat i would think if U think like this?

tHe dEviL iN mE...

few years back...

girl: i dont like you talkin to her
me: i know you are possessive about me but i cant do wat u say...
girl: you neva gave value for my words, for wat i say
me: see, i cant stop friendship with her just cuz i love u. she is my best frnd. i just cant stop frndship with her. she is all i have.
girl: oh..she is ALL you have? Oh my!
me: i dint mean it literally...Look, i met her b4 i met you n i cant stop anythin for you. my last word. No more talks on this.
girl: bye...

PS: Now i understand what made her say like tat, wat was she goin thru. I understood only when i came across a similar situation like this. But this time i was arguing with her askin not to talk to her frnd. i always think about me. Only ME! i feel sorry now.

tAkE mY liFE bUt nOt mY sLeEp... :/

OK. I had enough.
Diwali - hmm...i neva thot of a day like this. The only day i neva got to sleep :( People in my street, they were on crackers all the time. Yesterday and 2day i woke up hearing the sound of crackers. OMG! i got so very irritated and i came outa my house. i saw really small kids playin with huge crackers. i hav neva went near a cracker when i was at their age.

i saw at least 25 kids carryin a stick of 2 meters in length with fire at its end. They set fire to the cracker standing 2 meters away n then do a 100 meters sprint to defeat Usain Bolt. They were up to it the whole day. not even a minute break. cuz i heard those screeching and eardrum-breakin sound f crackers at a regualr interval of 25-30 seconds. it went on for the whole day.

And the guy who stays opposite to my home, OMG, i think he had bought that BOMBS especially to disturb his neighbors. Every time he kept those bombs on the floor, the position went farther from his home n nearer to mine. i was jumping off my cot every time i hear the explosion. FUCK HIM!

i had neva been in a place on a Diwali-day where they CELEBRATE Diwali. This year, unfortunately i dint get the train tickets n i had to stay back. And 2day i took a decision, wateva on earth happens, on Diwali, i will go to Kerala. i don wanna ruin my sleep.

TAKE MY LIFE BUT NOT MY SLEEP!

yEt aNoThEr fiNDinG...Khe kHe khE...

they love each other the most only after they ditch each other!
he realize lot many things after their break-up. how beautiful her smile was, how cute her eyes were...

PS: 'My Recent Finding' sequel!