Keep searching BUt never find It

I’m used to this cold climate now , I don’t miss the hot summers of Chennai anymore, Living in this part of the globe I have gone round the sun eight times now. Eight years of occasional phone calls from my parents asking me to return home soon and though they know I wont come back that place. Very few things put smile back on my face that includes call from my best pal and other friends who wants a free stay in my place when they land here as accommodation is still a costly affair here in Switzerland.
 
It was a sudden but firm decision, I never had to repent for it or never will I. It still feels like yesterday, she saying “Bye Mano this will be our final meeting my dad has found me a person who earns more than you and this will be our last meeting” and for the next few months tears were my best friend. It still feels like yesterday, the day I woke up deciding I need to break away from my past, the past filled with her memories a past haunting my future. I packed up my bag and landed in this place truly this is paradise on earth. Eight years have gone and my life in exile is going good , learned a few languages made new friends and I was careful with love this time though there was nothing left to break inside me. I lost contact with the world , the world that was around me when I was in Chennai , my friends, my family my everything now it feels like they too have thrown me out of their world. To speak the truth I was running away from the truth, the truth which I will never be able to take , something which I cant even dream / think of , she marrying someone else. So I sealed off myself from the truth packed my bags and came to this paradise. I have made this imaginary world of mine so strong that no news from my old world can leak into this place neither my existence is known to them.

The morning was cold as usual, I can hear the streams and the birds actively doing there work , I have never seen the sun active here unlike Chennai where he wont mind to do a little Over time and make everyone do weird rituals to bring rain in time. “Bonjour” I knew that was my neighbor, a Fat short English Gentleman with his Funny “French” accent has never failed to put a smile on my face every time I hear him. I tried to teach him my language but only to find I still loved my language a lot and cant stand it being getting damaged by my neighbor. I wished him good morning and continued my walk.


The snow clad mountains still amuse me a lot but still there was a vacant place in my heart that wanted to dip its feet in the waves of the worlds 2nd longest beach. How the heart works? Leave others heart, how MY heart works? I don’t know. Sometimes it searches for things it wants to forget, it cries to have things which doesn’t belong to it , trying to catch it hard knowing it’s a dream. My heart at times has pushed me to an extent of making me type “ Where is my girlfriend” “where are you my dear” in Google and click the search icon, showing me 1000’s of unwanted pages. Well I don’t blame Google (neither can I blame them for the stupidity that’s inside me making me do this) But thanks to HER , though she’s gone long back think I still have a lot of Her left it me.

This is the first party I’m attending in this place. My neighbor has insisted me so much that I wad to move out of my house that evening . I was greeted by many warm little electric lamps flickering as if they too are fed up of the cold weather. The main hall was filled with people which made the place little more warmer. I was able to hear all the four national languages of the county at the same place but I look only interest in French and dint understand what the others spoke of. I took my glass of rum and went around the place and my hosts Funny French accent was making me smile where I was in the house. Think I was too much addicted to my solitude that I soon found a place away from the crowd. My eyes soon caught an young couple walking towards me , they both soon crossed me and went next to the window. There was no doubt that they were in love and the guy looked pretty depressed and the girl quickly jumped into action she smooched him for the next two min and made a smile grow in his sad face. I smiled at myself something inside me woke up again , yes it is my heart it wanted HER , here, next to me just like those young couple hugging each other consoling each other, being there for each other. I too wanted a smile to grow in my face , but soon reality woke me up and reminded me that SHE is gone , gone to make someone happy the same way I saw. Tears roll down my cheeks and I walked out of the place.

My heart was searching for HER again. Now it understood clearly how my heart works , I see two halves of it one which wants to run away from reality and the other which wants to be there in the same. Its an unending Indo-Pak war between the two and I had to do something were both are in control, I had to say to myself “ I’ll keep searching for HER but never find HER ever cos I cant stand the truth”

Let my dad DRINK

Every time my dad walks into the house my mom starts to shout at him, I found no wrong with my mom may be she is right, dad used to drink daily and that was the source of all the quarrels between them. 

Though dad used to keep quiet most of the time he too looses temper at times and his argument was mom never maintains the house neat. Yes he was right I find it dirty all the time, things scattered everywhere .It looked like jumbled words of the worse kind how much ever I used to try to put things in its place soon it was scattered .Mom keeps crying all day scolding dad “ That’s it I had enough , today I will teach him a lesson if he is gonna enter the house again drunk I’m gonna kill myself and write a letter against him” words that used to scare me a lot . Though the day never came , both of them lived quarrelling throughout their lives , but it left a deep impact in my life.


Times changed and I was in college and when people forced me for a drink my mom’s tears came in front of me I didn’t want that so I say a humble no to all around me. Even my farewell party was a non alcoholic one except I had a great time with my girl friend still can’t forget that night.

They say Time and tide wait for none , think it should have been this way “ time , tide and girls wait for none” . She was not in a mood to wait for me a couple of years more I would have been what she wanted both in society and in bank balance , but as I said she didn’t want to wait for me. I had to see her depart happily with someone who met her recommendations.

Two years had passed , and it was my time I should say , I too met some girls specifications and now I have a family. A home where Im expected to start from every morning and have to give a hourly update about my whereabouts and most importantly have to keep on basic rule in mind. “ the doors will be shut sharp at 10 every night”. Mostly it was a race against time both in the morning and in the night a small lie will satisfy my boss but not my wife have to face a detailed enquiry every time I reach after the clock strikes 10. 

I was getting locked in a clock , I needed someone who could give me company without a question I was carving for that person by my side everyday. Soon I met him, that wonderful I should say stared off with a very bad incident of me meeting my ex-girl friend , I don’t know what she means to me now and what was between us now but truly it did hurt a lot . my friend was able to understand that I was going through inside and pulled my had “ come I’ll take you to a place im sure you will like it” .

We entered a bar , this time I was in no mood to listen to the words from my inner soul. I drank a lot I started to like this new friend he gives me company everyday no questions he asks me , he gives me a good sleep im not worried about the clock now. Quarrel between me and my wife became a usual event , and I was able to see my house not kept neat. I don’t know what she will be doing in home now , may be she is praying to god I should stop drinking , but I don’t want God to change her and make her a better wife cos im enjoying every moment with my friend.


Last day I entered my home heavily drink as usual she started weeping and I kept my cool and headed straight into our bed room. My little son came slowly to me and held my hands in his small palm his eyes were filled with tears when he said” daddy why do you drink everyday? Mummy is crying daily cant u stop drinking?” It reminded me of my childhood , same questions what I asked my dad once for which I never got an answer, but for which I know the answer now I took my son in my arms and said “ I don’t have an answer with me dear son, but soon you will understand yourself” and put him to bed.

For a sec I saw my dad before me all the while I used to scold him within me for behaving very badly everyday with mom and me. Now I can see it , though I don’t know what problems he had? how lonely he must have felt ? he too needed a friend and found the same wat I found. 

“let my dad Drink”

  

Keep smiling !

Flocks of birds were on their way back, soon I will not be able to see myself as the clock struck 6 and it was getting dark. The loud speakers of the near by mosque chanted “Allah”. This is the place were I end up whenever there was a quarrel between my parents, when my parents shout at me, when I had an argument with my sister when my girl friend said “bye” , My terrace the place I end up after any unfortunate thing that strikes me.

I loved this place though there was no nice nature that surrounded my house I still liked it, except for a suspicious stares from the neighboring terrace. It was a great day as everything worse happened together my parents & my sister as usual made me climb up the steps with there uncontrollable temper, my mobile beeped and added more to the fire “ Don’t ever talk to me again, Im leaving you” read the message from my girlfriend. I didn’t notice what was happening around me for the next 3 hours and it was the evening prayers from the mosque made me realize where I was.

I made a call to my friend and forced him to come for a smoke with me. As I turned around to get down from my favorite place a piece of paper rub passed me and landed near me, and I looked at the direction from where it came. I saw the girl next door standing smiling at me, dressed in her school uniform her eyes had a mix of fear and excitement, and her eyes were clearly saying a message to me, she rolled her eyes signaling me to pick up the paper she had just thrown. I stood there in disbelief , my brain started to workout all possible things that could be in the paper “ another love letter! Oh please I had enough with you girls, and I don’t want to cry anymore”. It was clear that my mind was making the decisions now; my broken heart was not in a position to say anything.

She stood there for few more sec and her anxious left hand was flipping in and out her bangles on her right hand. And as her mother called her name she ran down with her eyes fixed on me till the moment she disappeared. I was in no mood to check what was on that paper all I wanted was to reach the near by tea shop for my friend.

Two days passed and I was there in my favorite place and this time I saw her reach her terrace with depressed eyes , the fault was mine the paper still lies on the floor and the rain a day before has made the condition of the paper even more worse, she pulled few leaves of the near by tree and ran down the steps as she was not able to control her tears. Her tears made my broken heart throb for a sec I picked up the paper for the wet concrete surface .I expected nothing new in it may be a few lines to express what she felt for me , on 2nd thought I could be wrong there can be something else too. So I opened the letter, “ Don’t worry , things will be ok soon , Keep smiling” said the letter and had a big smiley drawn below that.I really don’t know what she wanted to say to me and what she felt for me all I know was that I had hurt a heart like someone has done to me. I never saw that girl after that.

Lonely NO More

There are times in life when you are away from your family, your home town , your friends and without any friends in the place where you are. Times when you really need someone to share your happiness, your sadness and most importantly your loneliness. And I found myself caught in one such situation, it’s been 5 months someone close to me called me and felt I was in no man’s land. Standing on a beautiful road that cuts through a massive lake I tried calling my friends my family but only to find everyone was busy with some work and wanted to cut short the conversation.

I scrolled through my mobile to find anyone who will talk to me but in vain. Unable to take the loneliness I ended up throwing my mobile into the lake. An old man was watching me do all these things and walked towards me with a smile saying “I see myself in you now, too was left alone like this and then I found this and I forgot everything think you need this more than me now so take it and I’m sure you wont require that thing ever what you threw away now” and gave me the fishing rod what he was carrying to me.

I sat on the banks and as time passed by I understood that there is a friend who is always there ready to talk to us NATURE. She was talking to me with her small ripples on the water, laughing to my jokes when the birds chipped, send a cool breeze when I was sweating, send a cloud to block the hot sun. It’s been threes years now and I’m thankful to that unknown old man and he was right I will never need that thing what I threw again in my life.

Its My life .......

I starred at the 10 Lakh rupees on my table, my client with a thankful smile on his face offered me the cash for saving him from a case. The pinch in my heart was too much to bear for i had to send an innocent behind bars to save my client and i dindt know how to accept the money , the innocent's wife's cry is still in my ears. my mobile strated to ring and it was an sms from my wife " hi dear i have selected the red car as my b-day gift and i will be waiting there in the showroom for the cash, hope you are sending it soon.. bye "

My heart became silent, i took the cash with a broad smile and asked him to visit me whenever he is in trouble legally.

INDIA 2020!

" India in 2020?......!what more can i expect?... more polluted by more politicians, thats all" saying this the young chap walked away from the reporter.It was a hard day for the reporter,most of the people he had interviewed walked away with such anger.with a long face the reporter looked around and found a small boy sitting on a bench playing with a dry leaf.he started to walk towards him.

"hi son, what do you expect from India and yourself in the year 2020?" asked the reporter with his eyes rolling allaround the park to find a person to answer the same question next. THe kid jumped out of the bench saying " INdia will be more powerfull and peaceful in 2020, and for me i will be happyily living with  a new dad and mom ".

Before the reporter could ask anything the kid ran accross the road and entered his Orphanage where he livied.The reporter stood there smiling, the kid has answered everything without saying a word.

I want to Be Alone

I saw a tall lean youngster enter my place. I was wondering what he is up to as it was around 1 O clock and he looked pretty dull. He pulled out a grils pic from his pocket and cried over it and i didnt want any furter investigation why he has come to my place. He pulled out a bottle of poison from his pocket opened it. And thats when i made him feel my presence there , i made the trees shake and few horrible noises nad showded my face to him for a sec . He threw the bottle and started running shouting " ghost.... ghost" Silence crept back into my place, i didnt do it to save a guys life or to earn a " good ghost name" I just dont want a competitor in my place.

The resolution

HIs face was hard to forget, it kept falshing in my maind every sec. The clock struck 2and i was not able to find any effect of the sleepin pills i had . I knew him well, he was a blind beggar by the main road a rather calm person.He is no more now , gone in an accident. It hurt me a lot.Thats wen i decided not to drink and drive anymore. I got up from my bed and hurried to clean the blood stains in my car before the sun rises and some one sees it.

A Call from Dead Man’s Land-I

The mysterious Envelop


Sales of our magazine has once again hit Record Low, lower than last month. And with every passing month the pressure on reporters like me is increasing many folds to bring a story which is not reported by any magazine till now, which can create a real sensation. With all these thoughts running too frequently within me, seated near the window of the bus trying to find a story in some deep interior parts of Tamil Nadu. It’s was ten days without proper sleep and food my body is showing few signs of breaking down anytime. But thanks to God that its nights and I don feel the hot scorching sun over me. Unlike my Grand father im not a great reporter , running after Cine stars and politicians was my duty till now but now ... I don’t know where exactly im going. The wind was really inviting to close my eyes and I had to give in, I slept off. It’s the loud horn of the passing lorry that woke me up and I had a look through the window and I had no idea of where exactly I was Just then I noticed that there was an old man standing right next to my seat, I removed my bags and made some space for the old man and he sat down with a smile in return. The old man was dressed in the usual traditional style of dhoti and shirt with a cotton bag, some herbs were propping out of it and by his wrinkles in his face he would be more than 80 yrs was my guess. The old man was constantly starring at me and that gave a slight discomfort to me and within few min’s I was not able to tolerate it, so had to clarify with him “Thatha! What are you looking at? Is something wrong?" the old person smiled “NO son you remind me of an old friend of mine, I don’t know where he is now, he was a reporter,” At this note I asked him " So you know my grand father Mr Ramesh Menon! " cos a lot of my relatives have said that I look more like my grand father, and I was happy to meet a friend of his. The old man felt bad when he came to know that my grand father is no more but at his age its not a heart breaking thing as he as seen everything in life. I expressed my hard times at office I didn’t know what made me spill out everything to him but he was a patient listener with a small smile in his face and constantly starring into my face maybe he was searching for his lost friend in me. IN a moment of desperation I said” with my dad was alive to advise me how to do things as a reporter" the old man smiled and said” he could have spoken to you if you had buried in "Sivapuram " " . " What? What do you mean? “I exclaimed. “So you don’t know about that place? its in a remote location your grandfather was working on that story while I met him , the ones buried in that place comes alive to speak to their kin's once every 3 years ". That really made me raise my eye brows I wanted to know more about it but the old person was about to sleep and the time was nearly 1:30 so I thought I will ask him in the morning.

The busy roads of chennai woke me up and I was shocked to see the old person was not there next to me and I ran up to the conductor to enquire where he got down. There it was my next shock waiting for me; he told no such passenger traveled last night. But I was in no dream I don’t doubt my senses he was right there next to me and few of the leaves which he carried are still scattered next to my seat. With much confusion I waved my hand to catch an auto , on reaching my house I dint speak to my wife nor children’s my dad was like usual with his an eye on his paper and other on me sitting in the veranda. I dint care much for anything that day only the things what the old person told me was running in my head. It was too much for me to bear so I decided to explore the store room for grand pa's stuff anything that can be useful for me as it’s the only way I could find out things. Soon I found a big box which grandma cursed before she threw it into the store room she always used to refer that that was the box that took her husbands life. It was a wooden box made of a brass latch which looked like Shiva lingam, I some how managed to open the box and found my grandpa's favorite pen his shirts and few other things and a diary. His handwriting was a big puzzle by itself it was real hard to read it as time had has its effect on it too. There was a sealed envelop without any receivers address, may be he never wanted to post it or didn’t know whom he should send it. Without delaying much time I opened the envelop the letter was dated 15/3/1970. The letter went like this " Dear Francis, Think this will be my last letter to you and im scared we wont be able to publish our story about Sivapuram, The dead ones Don’t like us there and Dwaraki has broke her promise she is against us for stealing her the " Gods Heart" think we should have never been there, and im scared that the whole prophesy will come true soon. I still have the Gods Heart in that secret place please take it from me soon." I went through the diary for any clues about Francis, I dint find any, but I was happy to find the route to sivapuram given in hints .Few more information about Sivapuram was given in the diary, the dead ones were buried vertically and not horizontally cos to them they believe the dead ones are like seeds who come out when its time to meet there loved ones. And Once the Soul of the dead person is no more interested in visiting the earth or has took another birth, a square block of rock was placed over the burial site . I was feeling more tired now both because of the travel and my grand pa's bad hand writing.

I walked out of the room and sat in the hall, right in front of me was my grand fathers pictured hanging with a garland and an electrical lamp lit 24/7. Some thing in the picture caught my attention this time it was the two lines written Born: 23/1/1923 Dead: 15/3/1970. Now I know why that letter was not posted, my grandpa must have died soon after pasting that letter. I have decided to venture into and find out what happens in SIvapuram.



To be continued..............................



Mj

GHost around the house

Goose Bumps starts to show up everytime we hear a " Alien Landing near the fields", " the crop formation" , "2012 Dec 12" even a Haunted house near by or even a small news or TV Show describing a paranormal activity somewhere.Leaving the part that we believe or don't believe the story or not, its A short lived feeling that leaves you awake a whole night or till the time our Adrenalin settles down.

It is a secluded house about 2 KM from the nearest shop, a rather small beautiful house surrounded by grass 3 ft tall on all three sides and a muddy road that links the house to the Human World 2 KMs away. Though the House had all the modern comforts invented by the human brain like electricity phone lines and definitly the Cable Tv included in the list , the house always gave a feeling it had entered a Time Machine of some sort and landed a few centuries back in time.
The house has its owners living in it , a old man and his wife who seem to have got married a bit late than the usal age of 25~27 as their son was still in his early teen age and the parents were looking more like his grand-parents than parents.

The sky showed no signs of mercy on the land below ,as it has been raining cats and dogs for the past few days . With no school/ college to keep the teen busy he was locked up in his house with his parents . With nothing much to do all sat for their chit chats with a cup of coffee in their hands and what other topic will be as interesting as the Paranormal stuff. The topic went around a lot of stories from personal experiences of the parents and what they read in news papers and the teen with all his attention was listening to his parents all the time.Soon their conference on " paranormal world" was inturupted by a long disturbing ring on the mobile.Dad got the message of his best friend has met with an accident and so both the mom and dad decided to to give him a visit that evening itself.

The clock struck thirty past five and it looked more like the middle of night as the sun had long gone for the day. The teen stood near the main door waving at his parents & soon the tail lamps of the car faded in the high grasses and the teen walked back into his house.Home is definitely paradise for any teenager that too when their parents are not at home and they are " HOME ALONE".He got busy with the phone , there was nothin much he can do neither can he invite any friends as it was raining and more over he didn't know how long will his parents take to return.

With nothin much to do the teen surrendered himself infornt of the " Idot Box" surfing through the 100's of channels and nothing caught his attention.He could feel "THe thoery of realativity" in action, nothing seem to move most importantly the clock , in short he was bored.Suddenly he was reminded of a show on "GHosts " at 8:30 so he tuned in the channel and this time the channel caught his real attention. The show showed some disturbing images of a ghost which they claim is real and haunts houses which are alone . The victim describes the process" I heared foot steps around my house and i was alone, I checked outside and didn't see anything and the moment i stepped back into my house i was hit by an invissible force and i was hopitalised for about a week and every night i used to see this image close to me trying to hit me again....."

The teen was on the edge of his chair as the incident waas reported from a place somewhat close to where his house was.The show was over by 9:00 and he again went near the phone to call his friend and was able to hear the same foot steps going around his house in the marshy grass land. " is that a ghost or a robber? or can it be my parents who are back ...... but i dint hear the car stopping , NO it cant be my pareants may be its a robber" With no idea of what the robber is armed with he mustured up his courage to cover his trembling voice and shouted there " Who is it there?" but there was no reply from the dark . He peeped out through the window, it looked as if there was a black curtain in front of his window and he could'd make out anything in that darkness. Within few min the same foot steps was heared on the other side of the house this time he was convinced that this is the ghost what he saw in the show. " this should be the ghost , NO i will not open the door and let in that thing inside my house orelse i will defenitly get hit by it" he was trying to find good reasons for not having the courage to step out of the house.

The night seem full of life he was able hear all kinds of sounds around him. Other that the sound of the fan that was running over his head and the frogs in the grass land around his house he was not able to make out what was the source of the other sounds " May be beetles.... birds of unseen shape and size ....a rather big one...or few hundreds of them . " his fear took his imagination to new levels. He started sweating like it was summer, it was a unusual silence he was experiencing amongst all those scary noise , the phone broke the silence with its continious ringing " hope the ghost is not like the one in the film "THe Ring " " his fear found new heights with him comparing every event with what he has heared seen in films and read. with much hesitation he attended the call and he was really relieved hearing his dad's voice " Son, we have started and hope you had your dinner, if not dont wait for us and do switch Off the now TV and go to bed its 10:30 , I was trying to call you 7~8 and it was enngaged , I know what you were doing .... and if this time the phone bill hits a record high please dont expect me to pay the bill...." and before dad could continiue the boy inturu[ted " Dad, Im hearing strange noise around our home , I could not see anyone and i think its a robber, im scared ,please come soon" That was more than enough to make his dad understand the his son is facing so he instructed him to remain indoors and not to open the door unless he hear his voice outside and to keep all lights switched on.

The wait was painfull and the half an hour felt like a hundred years. The long wait was eneded by the sweet news brought by the Car HOrn in the distance and soon the window pane was lit by its light. The Teen ran to the door just waiting to hear his dad call his name and the moment he heard it he opened the door with a flash. The dad was quick to respond he asked his soon to bring a Torch to inspect the surrounding for a robber though the son felt it was a ghost he didnt want to show his fear of ghosts to his dad. As the went around the house they met that black looking creature , it stared at both of them witha wild eye and looked rather tired though its horns were scary the creature posed no harm to them.

BOth the son and dad came back to the house and started laughing " So SOn i didnt know that BUffalows are robbers, " the poor farm animal had lost its way and was going around the house to eat the grass that made all the problems in the teens head.

Mj

love from a friend's point of view.....

Any guy wont be aginst me for what im gonna say now . Its like this, we all must have (or may be in the future ) come accross such a situation where people around us whom we belive and a belief the other way around, think we are trust worthy to share things with us. There starts the real fun. YOur phone rings with ur best pal's name blinkin on it, YOu pick it up and hear him kinda both nervous and also happy/sad.YOu dont have to wonder wat that could be ... nathurally it has to be a "a Love story" may be in its begining satage or nearing its end. Afer all what are there friends for ? to be there wen ur best pal needs you. So Landing at the venue 'in time' with not much expectation of wat he is gonna say.hearing the story its naturally expected that you make a "hmmm " sound just to assrue the narator u are listening. the few natural startes of the conversation will be either " Yaar do you know that gril who was my clase mate ?/ my friend / my neighbour?..... I think im in love with her ." or " Yaar i never expected this will happen never thought she will leve me... but i think its started to happen she is not pickin up my calls...." Whatever it is as a true friend i start to give work to the long unused "maths Portion " of mybrain, not a big calculation whom all should i call in for this meeting and "which BAr/ Pub should we go?, and what will be the total cost of this meeting " so having decided all these I just keep quiet excetpt for the occational "hmmm "- Im listening sound. My friend naturally makes up his mind either to say his love to her or jus let her " F#$%K Off " he dont wan her anymore whatever it is im reassured that its gonna be a party either a freshers party for a new love or a fare well party for the loosin love. Whats left is call all the other remaining friends inform them about the venue and " go party" At the party : if its a cheerful one every one will be there with a new idea on how to impress the girl... " yaar get her some flowers" " some gifts ...dating" ... and any broken heart in the party will be saying" take my words don fall in for girls" . As for a fare well party for the lost gril the session is more like a morning with all saying how they failed in their love... Soon its midnight and the bartender stands with a big smile (the smile dirctly propotional to the bill amount) with an alarm" Sir last order sir, we are about to close" And all faces goes turing towards the friend who is going to pay the bill.with HIs legs failin badly he tries to find his wallet either with a tear abt his lost love or happiness to propose the new grl. we all finding our way to the Rest room or the car parking for a fiinal PUff of the day.

starvation in front of a keyboard

Having put my legs in a lot of shoes from engineering , animation, photography .......... only to realize its too big for me or end up getting bored with the routineness it offers.
"so why not try this ? ..or may be that?" and i end up on this page. Still without an idea of what to write , on what topic to write ! And when it comes to choosing a Title/subject really i find myself in no mans land....
With all these questions unanswered in me and trying to blog somethin (but about what?) and trrying to get a few clicks on this page... is somethins that sounds like of a "dog trying to catch its tail" .Should i really post this page or just hit the "DEL" key and get satisfied saying " i have prevented one bad blogger enter this world... im a super hero and i saved this world today"
Whatever i end up writing here I will be doing one deed to get a few clicks on this page call up all those frinds i have lost contact with and ask them to read "THIS" or just give a mere click here.Just as i can smell my lunch getting ready im trying to stick on to this keyboard like a mad sceintist locked up in his own room with a stern decession of not leaving the room till his Chemical-X is found, but still the smell of my lunch is really inviting.
I wonder how people post such great blogs, maybe they are born Bloggers! to any such great blogger reading this page..........my sincere appology for not having a subject thoroughout , maybe i can give a valid reason for it in two words " Im New" . Deep inside my heart (or maybe from my So-called Brain i cant say from where) i know that this fresher previlage is short lived and wont be accepted for long.
Wish this was as easy as writing a poem to my girlfrind(s) , no i dont say im a good poet. I just find it more easy to find a poem on the net copy paste it and send it to them.
ANd with every sec passing i can sense that my stomach is growing more and more inclined to that sweet smellin lunch. so with a heavy heart and a really empty stomach im forced to click the "publish POst " button .