voting format is 'PFL ANOOP'

OK. This is the era of reality shows. This post is not about reality shows if you are confused about the title. These days 'SMS voting' has become very common and people spend a lot of money to vote for their favorite candidates.

I'm not a candidate here. I'm not going to dance or sing or cook but plead. PFL! (Pleading For Life)

I'm on a very important mission. D-Day is September 1 2010. I have 5 days. And I have to make the decision of my life. I need your prayers.

So, please vote for me. Voting format is 'PFL ANOOP'.

:D

use all your fingers.

I started to developing the interest of typing-without-looking-at-the-keyboard. It has always been a mystery for me when I see someone typing so fast hovering their fingers over the keyboard. And I found out how ;) khe khe khe... Secret is to 'Learn Typing'! So, for those who are interested, please do not waste your time downloading some stupid software.

Check this out - http://www.typingweb.com/

I hope it helps! Happy typing!

Photo Credit: Benjamin Earwicker / Image / Website

best friend's engagement.

I will tell you a story.

Two friends, one boy and a girl (lets say Hari and Veena). They met 7 years ago. They were so close that they could not even think of a day without talking to each other. They loved each other a lot. Really a lot. One fine day, she told her friend that her office-mate (Rahul) proposed her. It was kind of hard for her friend. Not because he loved her but he was so possessive about her. He could spare anything in this world, but not her and her love. He wanted all of it.

They fought a lot because of her office mate for that guy used to call or message her. One day Hari received a text message addressed to Rahul. Hari was shocked to see the message for that was not a 'friendly' message. When Hari asked about the message, she revealed the truth that she loves him.

Hari was sad from the day Veena told about her love. Hari had no choice but to accept the facts. The number of text messages Hari received reduced exponentially. He couldn't stand the changes to their friendship. In the mean time, Hari got an opportunity to go to US. He had no contacts with Veena when he was there. He got busy. She got busy too with her love.

He came back from US to know that Veena is getting engaged. He at least thought she would let him know about her marriage. But she never did. She had 'sent-to-many' an invitation-mail. He was dumbstruck. That was not the kind of email he was expecting as her invitation. But he had no choice but to wait for her call. He was so egoistic that he did not bother to call her. He wanted Veena to call him and invite him.

He thought Veena will call her the day before her engagement. But she didn't. August 19 2010, Veena got engaged. August 30 2010, Veena will get married to Rahul. And Hari is still waiting for her call.

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!!!





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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