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Thursday, 29 December 2011

Midnight Diaries



Its been a long day. It seems like its gonna be a long night as well.
Some times I wonder if it was karma ? but then I am not sure or maybe now I dont care. Whatever name it has, it seemed like it came back for me with vengeance.

I actually have never been a philosophical kinda guy.. Or that's what I would like to believe.  I sit in my room where now, I live alone. I found a strange solace in being alone after she dumped me. I was watching the street light scatter in my room through the window. There was silence all around. 
The dark room had a lonely guy in the corner watching the light on his wall. 
The door to my balcony was swinging slowly deciding hard if it should stay closed or fling open. Meanwhile the cool breeze playing with the door was slowly flowing in. 

The room was in abundance with darkness. I still sat there with my gaze stuck on the light and staring at some weird shadows of insects outside my window. I would never accept this but I missed her. Everyday every minute every second. She was in my mind. I got used to stay in the dark because the room reminded me of her. Her stuffs scattered all over the house. Her bag on the cupboard hook, our chairs, corners with pizza cartons, everything. And I had started to constantly say.. ''I moved on'' each time anything reminded me of her. At one point I grew so tired that I stopped saying anything at all. No things to pacify myself.. No hate speeches.. Or anything, that seemed like my attempt to get over it.

I just had began to stare in the emptiness.. 
Just looking at it,without a word out............. 





Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, but she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there!


What I've felt, what I've known
Turn the pages, turn the stone
Behind the door, should I open it for you?


What I've felt, what I've known
Sick and tired, I stand alone
Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you
Or are you unforgiven too?




NOW PLAYING : Unforgiven II by Metallica






P.S : I took Confused Soul's advice.. Posting some of my drafts.. So yup, this was written long ago and nope am not going through a heart break.  Hope you all liked it though its a bit incomplete. Well not everything in life ends does it ?? :) :)

P.P.S : Sorry for wishing you all so late but Wish you all a very Happy and Prosperous New year ahead...!!!! god bless you all..!!!

P.P.S.S : I hope to be more active in the blogosphere at least from next year.. if not writing wise then at least reading and commenting on your posts. Am sorry to all whose posts I have missed. Trust me none was intentional and I miss reading them too.

And I wonder...


I wonder what
will I say....
I think puffing
my last smoke of the day..
Rattling the thoughts
in my heart and mind,
its only you,
that I always find...

I prepare myself
like am writing some kind of test,
to make you realize
that,for you, I am indeed the best.
Please tell me,
how can I make you see..
that with you
am so always me...

my words have always been
honest and my love very true,
even your picture on facebook,
now feels so new :)
Not denying any fact
though seems so very odd,
I often think of you often,
more than the angles think of their god

Asking myself
if will I ever say ??
I pacify myself
that maybe tomorrow is the day
what will you reply
there is no idea at least,
my chances feels so less,
because you are the beauty and am the beast

everyman has something to hide
is a fact so true,
but somebody please explain me,
why I hide my love from you ?
you are too sweet of a person,
a very good friend to loose
maybe that's the reason
not telling you this is what I choose

but without you
the world is lonelier than it seem
wish my words would make
you wanna give me a chance to redeem...!!!
I hear your voice now, 
all night long..
and I cant stop myself from singing your favorite song,,,


"I would call you up every Saturday night
And we both stayed out 'til the morning light
And we sang, "Here we go again"
And though time goes by
I will always be
In a club with you
In 1973
Singing "Here we go again"




#Now Playing : 1973 by James blunt :)








Tuesday, 27 December 2011

S.M.S - Save My Soul.


Its been a long wait. more than a year. and still.. I wait...

somewhere deep inside, I feel like Tom hanks of Cast Away.

lost on a lonely island and waiting everyday for help, while trying hopelessly to survive. The feeling arises from inside, the exact source though is still unknown but there are lots of noises inside.

I close my eyes trying to picturize myself in terms any other than my human form and the only scene that comes up is of that of a bird in a cage. Everyday, every moment looking at the blue sky outside and hoping that the owner, someday will forget to latch the cage doors and I shall take off to scale the far and wide lengths of the eternally never ending sky. That I shall prove it, that the wide spread blue umbrella above is just small for my petite wings and it still holds the will of conquering it. But even if someday I find that the doors is unlocked by mistake. I wont fly...!!!


Am no jonathan swift "seagull" wanting to master the art of flight. Am just me, waiting for my turn to fly. Waiting at my ending for "that" miracle that sets me free. I agree that my hopes are getting decayed with the everyday slogged routine that most of us now term as life. So many words struggle to make their way out but never survive. This feeling of implosion is something now am used to and losing what I ever wanted now seems inevitable. But deep inside I still intend to challenge the boundaries and limitations that is set aside. I still cant  accept the fact that my life will be governed by these set of rules. Rules none of which I ever made. It might seem that my attempts to escape is feable or near to none, the reason being that, I dont want my freedom, my life to be given as some charity. I want what is mine with all the respect that it deserves and so I decided that I wont escape if ever my only shot at my freedom was a somebody's mistake. Something that otherwise would never have happened. But somewhere deep inside am scared, will it ever happen? Am hopeless, still beliving the fact that a miracle will rescue me or atleast show me that its always worth the wait.

The door is still locked and I still look at the sky. 

its been more than a year now.. and am still waiting... with my soul tarterd but.. waiting...!!!




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P.S : This is a very old piece. One I had written quiet long back. Just never had posted it. With so many boxed up dreams and wishes I still wondering if anything has changed over the years.
P.P.S : Hope everybody had a wonderful Christmas..!! AM sorry, I dint wish any but I did pray for all of you.
P.P.S.S : With the new year approaching fast, hope new year resolutions are being jotted on. I just hope I reach 50 followers mark before the year ends :) So keeping a wide eye open for my 50th follower :)

Cheers..!!!


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Monday, 19 December 2011

Shooting Star..!!!!!

In the dark sky,
half past ten
sitting outside alone was when,
i suddenly saw a shooting star,
falling from the heaven so far.

quickly i closed my eyes
and made my wish,
mumbling it all
i looked like "Romeo" my gold fish

and then i wondered,
if those ever brought luck,love or anything at all.
after all they are matters from space
that had a fall.

confused and lost,
was trying to solve this mystery
i quickly messaged you asking for details,
tips, more info or any piece of history.
jotting all of them was
when i heard my message beep...
it was your good nite message
with a punch line.. SHUT UP AND SLEEP..!!! :)





Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Fibonacci Sonnet : Kolaveri di..!!


Okie dokie.. so this post is utter crap.. this idea stuck in my mind while I was studying for my exams. One of the many creative epiphany I had for my blogs. Combining the spoof of now famous Kolaveri song and the Fibonacci sonnet concept..!! Hope you like it.





Song_u
Songer_u
correction Singer_u
Sooper mama ready ??
everybody sing_u kolaveri kolaveri di
Reapeat sing_u why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di ?
handula book_u, bookula units_u, brain_u full_u heat_u, night out_u, reading_u, sleep_u reverse gear_u.
book_u book_u oh my book_u why do you give me shock_u, god_u i am dying now_u, these units I finish_u how_u ??
this song_ for engineering boys_u we dont have choice_u, why this kolaveri di ??
almost end_u why this kolaveri kolaveri kolaveri di ?
why this kolaveri *yawn* di ??
a flop song.
spoof song.
kolaveri.
di.


Cheers...!!!! :)


P.S : Has there been any meltdown in blogosphere or is it only me who is feeling this vacuum here ??? 

P.P.S : In case if you too have felt this and that everybody has gone into a virtual hibernation due to exams and festivals, I was hoping of having a virtual bloggers meet..!! On twitter actually..!! well let me know what do you think of it, if you have a better plan and if you are game for it..!!

Cheers again..!!

Friday, 9 December 2011

Impromptu


AND AM BACK...!!!!
SING A SONG... NO.. SING TWO SONGS IN MY WELCOME..
ITS OK.. I DONT MIND IF YOU DINT SING.. AM HAPPY THAT YOU ARE HAPPY THAT AM BACK..!!!
ITS OK.. I AM STILL HAPPY IF YOU ARE NOT HAPPY THAT AM BACK..!!! *EVILGRINN..!!*
TELL ME YOU LOVE ME.. ITS PERFECTLY FINE IF YOU LUST ME..!!!  GET LOST IF YOU LOATH ME..(seriously.. get lost..!!)
BOY.. ITS GOOD TO BACK..!!!!!!!!!!



Hey there everyone.. 
From the bottom of my heart I wish at least somebody missed me and my posts. Though the chances or the numbers for that is less, I must confess one thing that its good to be back. I haven't been reading or commenting on blogs for long now.. blame it on my exams and running around for my final year Project but now that am back.. am back on my blog read spree...!!! Thank you to those who read my guest post.. appreciated it.. came back to read my old posts again. Will be replying to your comments soon..!!! :)
btw..


My exams are done.. and I had plenty of Post ideas that struck me while studying which I shall be posting soon.
So stay tuned..and watch this space..!!!!
For its going to be LEGEN....wait for it.....


                         
                                                              
                                                                                                                             .....DARY....!!!!!



Cheers.!!! :)




Now Playing : Look who's BACK..!!! Back AGAIN..!!! by EMINEM 




P.S : Impromptu ; the title was a word that I heard today when a friend of mine mentioned it in her conversation. Since I am not able to get t off my mind and that this post was written impromptu... I was thought I'll name it that :)


P.P.S: For those who dint know the meaning of impromptu it means "Prompted by the occasion rather than being planned in advance"

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

THE CURSE OF THE PIMPLE QUEEN..!!!


It has been difficult days in the blogosphere. Dark clouds of exams and deadlines had slowly taken over all the fun. Everybody seemed to have had hibernated. I dint know what to do, I wished things would be fun again. Things were turning into a chaos of mental proportions with everybody drifting away. So in order to find a solution for this, I went in search of a way to bring back the peace. Since nobody was willing to sponsor my trip to all the exotic locations, hotel stays and indulgence in some exquisite food, slightly disheartened yet determined, I decided that I shall carry out this journey in my sleep and search for the secret scroll in my dreams. (Well, you see the scroll gives it a mystical touch.)

It was in this quest, while travelling far and wide of the distant and unknown lands, doing koochikoos beautiful maidens talking and gaining knowledge from the learned and wise that I one day accidently stepped upon THE SCROLL.*tada da taaaaa*

 The scroll said that it can restore peace back in the blogosphere but required great will power determination and sacrifice. It was clear that any person who reads the scroll would be bound to follow the instructions. Since most peace is attained over self-destruction. I opened the sacred letter.
Now this is definitely not for the weak and ill willed. Remember that it involves great sacrifice to be a part of this else be ready to face the mishap. Those who feel they can’t go through this. Turn back now. Because from here on if you continue reading, there is no turning back.

“OOOHHHH TARAA BEE JALDEE KOO BALBATARAAAA..KAPLALO MAAAYATOOOM..!!!
TOMM TOOM TOMM..!!!”

I CALL THIS… THE CURSE OF THE PIMPLE QUEEN. (*Buwaahahhahahahhahahahahahahhaha* evil laugh.. evil music.. heavily violins and bass effect.. Adams family style*)
Now since you have continued reading, let me firstly congratulate you.. you now successfully have come under the curse. And blame no one but yourself to be taken over by this curse. (*evil laugh and music again*)

Now the curse states that if you do not do the following steps; you shall grow 7 vicious pimples, 3 on each butt cheek and one on your nose that will keep growing and yet never burst. So unless you really like the pimple, I suggest you follow the following 7 steps.

1.      If you are a first timer in this blog space. Stop reading and immediately add me. Before 2 minutes of you reading this if I am not added then remember a pimple for each step wrongly done. If you already are a follower then make sure you go ahead and read every post of mine and drop a comment. It doesn’t matter if you have already dropped a comment, do it again. Make sure it’s nice. Newbies after adding, follow the same. Show me some lotsa love.

2.      Once the adding and commenting section is done. Go back to your blog and write briefly in about 100 words on what a delightful experience it was and how mind enriching it would be for every one of your followers to read this post and  Threaten ask them to follow me.

3.      If you haven’t awarded me anything yet. This would be a good time. If you already have.. I don’t mind getting it again. Make sure you go through my award page and award me something different. Who doesn't like a change?

4.       Go to my photo blog immediately and add yourself there. Repeat step 1,2 and 3 again about my photo blog.

5.      Go check the guest post I have written for Confused soul’s blog. Those who haven’t added her, go immediately add her up too. You can read the post by clicking here.

6.      Copy paste the following spell and steps on your blog and make a fortune out of followers. Always credit me for leading you to this wonderful post/spell/wisdom on how to attract followers and blog traffic.

7.      Lastly but never the least, it’s said that The Pimple queen herself was a huge Rakhi Sawant Fan. So go check out the video posted below. When you post these steps, surf youtube and attach a video of Rakhi sawant-ji in the honor of the Pimple Queen.
          

In case you read through all of these.. And dare not to follow.. Well then it’s your choice.. the pimple on your nose and the other 6 would suit you..!! but my personal suggestion is… don’t mess with this.. do it..!! rest is up to you..!!
Cheers..!!!!!




P.S : Please check the remaining parts of the video as well..!!!! you wont regret it :D :D
P.P.S: My finals starts from tomorrow and my head is splitting. Flu symptoms.So pliss to pray to your respective gods to help me :| mujhe sirf Dawaon ki nahi.. duwaon ki bhi zaroorat hain..!!



Monday, 28 November 2011

Fibonacci Sonnet : Rum and I


There is nothing personal in this post except for the rum part..!! (somehow I find myself like Jack sparrow drawn towards it :D )
This just came along the flow while writing. I was trying to write about Rum and myself.. and ended up with this.. Hope you like it..!!
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Sometimes its just difficult to hate someone..!! no matter how many reasons you have.. no matter how hard you try..!!


*Kehte hain..waqt har zakhm ko bhar deta hain..par waqt hi mera zakhm hain.. Pata nahi waqt ne mujhe kya se kya bana diya hain..warna main bhi insaan tha*

Winter.
Chill.
It’s cold.
So are you.
The cold winter still prevails.
But your cold love pricks me ever more.
I hold on to my bottle of rum to keep my soul warm.
Some warmth to keep me alive amongst your naked thoughts more fake than a whores promise of some love for tonight.



Bitter rum more sweet than your love, warmer than your presence, comforting than your words assures a good night sleep too.
I open my heart, my soul towards the blowing cold wind and sing.
Sing with the wind with love for you.
My rum sings with me.
Cold winter night.
We sing.
Rum.
I.




Now Playing : Yeh hain meri kahani by Strings OST ZINDA 


Cheers...!!!!!!

Sunday, 27 November 2011

with the wind.....with love..!!!


Okay.. this is for all people who are in love..!! Hope you like it :)


This song I wrote is small
but never to worry,
it will not make your heart fall


The night was dark, twinkling star,
moon dull in clouds,
lost its glow
i sit by the window,
where the wind blows.. but slow


I gaze at the candle stand
with candle, small but spreading its light,
As it dances to the tune of the wind
as if the rhythm is just right

The woods are dark, lovely and deep,
says the poet frost
but am sure, the magic of this night
would have had him lost

the night splendid, mysterious in it
as the half moon lit sky watched,
the moon comin out,
perfect indeed.

I look at the sky and close my eyes
as I can smell the scent of the rain wet soil,
she walks into my mind from those foggy dark skies
and as she nears, widens up my smile


the hymn of the wind
in my ear
i hear it loud and clear
so this song of mine, is for all those who are far yet near

As I sing with the wind,
with love, if she can hear



I will sing with the wind.........



with love.................!!!!!!











P.S : Sorry folks.. I have been away for a while... nothing serious but just been busy. also my creativity and muse had left me.. so I hibernated.My next post would be the long awaited Fibonacci Sonnet.. so watch this space :)


P.P.S : I love you all for patiently waiting for me to get back..!! I have been very busy lately. though my exams are up, I felt I need to post something for you..!! You people are the Best..!!


P.P.S.S :  This is an unofficial announcement of my coming soon first ever GUEST POST at Confused Soul's Blog..!! so keep your eyes wide open people..!!


Cheers..!!

Tuesday, 15 November 2011

THE LADY IN BLACK..!!!

I saw a pretty girl once.. all dressed in black.. that made me write this..!!! an old one.. a re-post :)

With a strange smile,
She walks into the room…
And so delightfully began,
My Sunday afternoon…
Stranger she was,
Yet I felt I know her
From times long back…
This is how I met
The lady in black..!!!!

Was wondering if she was an angel or goddess
While casting her to earth,
Even god was flawless…
Gracefully she walked
As the time stood still,
Meeting her was definitely a part of my destinies will,
There she stood
In midst of the crowd
That looked like a sack..
Beautiful like a full moon in the dark sky,
Was my lady in black…!!!

Her voice was soft as snow,
While her sweet essence announced her presence
\for everybody to know,
Making all realize with
Skipping heartbeats and mind wiped clean,
That there was magic in the air,
Gripping everybody in…..
The khol in her eyes and the dimpled smile,
Made minds lose their track,
That was the side effects of the magic
Of the lady in black…!!!!!

And like the wind that blows to wipe
Away the tiring sweat,
A serene moment took over e,
When our eyes finally met,
Her eyes were deep,
Making me wander n get lost in..
She smiles right then, and
Am sure its love that got me from within
I close my eyes and fill her up in my heart..
Am not letting her go else my soul will be ripped apart..
I opened my eyes,
Preparing myself for a talk as I thought I might not have enough knack..
She was gone..
Vanished in thin air..
My mysterious lady in black…!!!!!



Sunday, 13 November 2011

a Plea..


THIS POST HAS BEEN SELECTED AS THE EDITOR'S CHOICE -16TH NOVEMBER..!! (Yay..!!!)
Thank you so much dear Editor and BlogJunta..!! :)





Night So dark,
stars smiling on
the long day of distress,
just finally gone
Heavens opened up,
asking "where had you been?"
I hear the angles searched me
but i was never seen


Pain of my heart
wiped away,
and the chalice of my sorrow
just took a sway.
The light of peace comforts me now
fruits coming out of the
plants i sow,
I finally reached, where i belong
reaching back my home,
even if it took me so long



the wine of my blood
i push it so far,
but deep inside in my soul
there remains its scar
I take the swords of my faults
and stab in so hard
to take the sweet pain of guilt
I had so longed


Life drips out,
from my eyes
stars start moving around,
just like fire flies
My dream of paradise,
of which the songs I sang,
has now been announced, that
its all forbidden


I am not the spirit,
the heavens were waiting waiting for,
they sing the hymn of rejection
just as an old folk lore.
My breath all stopped,
my heart struggling to beat
the chill of death,
wiping my body heat.


vultures of hell,
waiting to rip me off
like traders of a whore,
who just brought her for a loaf
I have been cursed,
for i have sinned
The revolt against my lord
has just been pinned.


Don't sharpen your weapons
oh! please... pull out your spears...
for i wanna go home
i don't like it here..
for I wanna go home,,
i don't like it here..
I just wanna go home....
i just don't like in here.............!!!!!!!!!!


Wednesday, 9 November 2011

KL 15 7878


THIS IS A LONG POST. I PROMISE THIS IS A TRUE INCIDENT..!!! BREAD PAKODE KI KASAM..!!!

I got a call from my mother asking me to come over to Calicut and spend the weekend with them. Now it’s had been quite a while that I had been home. Don’t get me wrong I had been busy. But since I was having a bad week, I thought a bit of my crazy family could cheer me up. Hence I packed my bags and left to Calicut the next day.

Now when I reached the bus stand, I came to know that it was a hartal in kerala that day and that life would be back to normal after 6.00 PM. The bus was already full. but in a bizzare chain of events, another bus that was empty and seemed to leave earlier than this one came and half of the crowd got into that bus and as a result I got a place to sit. As soon as people left the bus, our bus started moving. Now, there was a person sitting on the window side and I so so wanted to exchange seats with him but I knew he wouldn’t agree.  So I played my trick on him. I pretended to have a lousy digestive system and that I was feeling pukeish..!! he immediately offered me the window seat and viola.. I was feeling better again.*EVIL GRIN* hehehehehheehhehe 

Now I don’t like talking to people on bus. But instead I love observing them. So as usual to avoid any talks I plugged in my noise cancellers into my ears and opened a book to read. ( I always read when I am travelling. Best way to avoid conversations as you dive back to book and they would get the point that you are not interested.) I don’t know when but the sitting next to me got down at some point and somebody else had taken his place. This man was decently dressed. A bag that looked old and that he has been travelling since ages, neatly combed curly hair and a moustache. I noticed him when the bus stopped for tea. He smiled at me and I smiled back. He seemed a nice guy. Smile means no harm. Or so I thought.

He sat in the table next to me inside the hotel and smiled at me whenever we saw each other. I focused on my parota and egg curry to avoid this smile smile game. Had my tea in king size glass (beauty of going to a Kerala restaurant :D ) and landed back on my seat. This guy came and sat next to me. I was on phone talking to my mother explaining my current location, direction of the bus, my seat number, number of people on the bus, and so on. You know how mothers are. They wanna know everything. I dropped the call and saw that this guy was staring at me. I smiled back and he smiled back at me.( now for the nth time). “girlfriend??” he asked me. I was shocked. “no..!! mother” I replied back. “you know how mothers can be right?” I casually asked and he was like “oh, no, my mother never doubted me. She trusts me. All mothers do. This sounded like my girlfriend. She never trusts me. Was that your girlfriend ?” he asked again. I thought he was trying to be funny but he had a dead cold seriousness on his face. “I told you. NO. THAT WAS MY MOTHER.” I replied in a stern voice and began to look outside. He paused for a minute and chuckled. I tried not to look at him to avoid another conversation. He chuckled again and this time was taping my shoulders as if he was trying to call me. I turned towards him

Him : “Your mother reminded me of my girlfriend, funny na??” and I lost it.
I barked back  : “what nonsense man? What do you mean?”
Him “No, no, I am saying my girlfriend is as caring as a mother is. Am lucky. Don’t you think? I have a girlfriend who loves me just like a mother loves her child.”
 That made me understand one thing that there was something wrong with this guy. I smiled wide and looked outside. He tapped on my shoulder again
Him : “where does this bus go?”
Me : no idea.
Him : toh get idea sirji and breaks into laughter.
I stare at him and he asks again
Him : where are you going ?
Me : havent you taken your ticket yet ?
Him : yes, I did. I am very prompt that way.
Me : and you got the ticket to where you are going ?
Him : oh ya.. Kalpetta. Why do you ask ??
Me : No, if you are on a bus that goes to a place where you are going, why on earth are you interested in where this bus or I am going ??
Him : you are not a friendly person are you ?
ME : *sarcastically* oh no, why did you feel like that? DONT YOU SEE MY FRIENDLY SIDE WHEN I AM RESPONDING BACK TO YOU..??
Him : No, no, I felt that. You sounded like you were being rude. I am sorry I dint mean to hurt you. my fault. You are a nice guy *smiles back*
Me : *KILL ME NOW* smile back and puts the ear phones and dives back into the book.


I was reading this book THE DAY MY BUTT WENT PSYCHO.  I was about to flip the page when he stopped me. it seems he was reading along with me. now I was at 6th chapter and 1/2 of the book was done and this guy is reading from RIGHT there, asking me to wait up while am about to turn the page, he catches up and then taps my hand to flip the page. This process happened for 3 times when I closed the book and gave it to him.

Him : For me ?? *smiles wide*
Me : read. I will read once I reach my home.
Him : oh, but I can’t finish this book so soon.
Me : *sarcastically* don’t say that, you can try.
Him : Okay. *continues reading*
Me : FACEPALM.

5 minutes later
Him : I am not understanding many things what is happening here.
Me : oh, maybe that’s because you are reading it from the middle. Ideally one starts the book from the first page.
Him :oh..*laughs* you re funny. No, I just lost interest. Is this a good book ?
Me : I don’t know I haven’t read it you see.
Him : oh, hmmm..!!

5 minutes later
Him : this is crap.
Me : huh ?
Him : *told me how the book ends* (am not typing it in case anybody wants to read it.)
Me : ohh.. I was planning to read it..!! chuck it anyways.
Him : see, I saved so much your time. *laughs* actually it’s there in the last few pages. Begins to Read that portion loudly.
Me : *nods head* *puts on my noise cancellers and turns up the volume*
KILL ME NOW..!!! 


Long pause. No talking. He slept off.

Suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder again.

Him : ladies are standing. We should get up right ??
Me : you do if you want. I have a cramp in my leg, I can’t stand. *oh me acting acting*

He gets up and offers his seat to the girl standing. She is pretty and I stay put. :) Suddenly he taps my shoulder again

Him : the girl must be uncomfortable. Why don’t you stand and offer your seat to the other lady here ??
He was loud and that turn a few attention.
Me : I told you mister, I have a cramp in my leg and a long distance to travel.
Him : but they will be getting down at the next stop.
The pretty girl nods. I knew he wouldn’t stop till I get up. So I got up and offered MY seat to another lady standing.
Him : we are Men..!! We can stand pain..!! you will be fine. *laughs*

Next stop arrived. The pretty girl got up and left. The other woman offers MY seat to him. Am still standing not able to digest what just happened. The lady totally refused me sitting in MY place and offers it to the seat crusader who fought for her and this Dickhead immediately took it and got into an instant conversation with her.


Me : excuse me, can I sit ??  My leg is really hurting.
Him : sorry. Yours was the window seat. The lady is sitting on the window side. How can you ask me to ask her to get up?
Me : but I am asking you to offer me your seat.
Him : *laughs* and how do you expect me to travel?? I too have taken ticket mister.
Me : but I have a sprain in my leg and yet I offered the seat for the lady and YOU said it was only till the next stop..!! so please get up now.
Him : if I am to offer my seat to everybody else, why bother catching one huh ?? Not happening mister.
Him :*to the people who were looking at us and our small argument now* look at him. He wants me to give him my seat. *laughs* *some idiots join the laugh*

People gave me all sorts of look. Some sympathetic, some those tch tch ones. In the end I was standing all the way. He got down at Kalpetta and before getting down had successfully struck a chord with the ladies standing around him. In fact he gave up his seat again while his stop was approaching.
And that’s was one trip where I had a seat which I (in)voluntarily gave up to stand all the way..!!! by the time I reached home half the passenger passing through had stamped over me my legs were aching now for REAL. :|



P.S : I reached home and explained it to my mother who found HIM very interesting. She was offended how I dint offer my seat at the first place.

P.P.S : Next time people, please try the sleeping trick. works always. worked on my way back. nobody wakes up a sleeping person to talk or ask to offer seats.

Monday, 7 November 2011

The man who knows his Math..

Hey everybody..!!!


I am just back from calicut and full on stuffed with things to blog about. I'll do it one by one as I find time, for today I am very tired.
 BUT BUT BUT... NOT SO FAST... there is something I have to tell you all :)


I GOT ANOTHER AWARD...!!!!


*DANCING* :D :D :D


 And this is time its from Philo. click here to visit her.


The specialty about this award is that this award is a specially designed by her and she did take the pain to draw it out for me.(and others too) 










So here I am saying a very BIG thank you to Philo, for being so generous and giving me this award. Also for those wonderful words, and the stories you write, you know I love reading your blog :) hope you write more wonderful stories. Hope I can write as good as you have said on your blog :)




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This is not an original post.. liked it so much that am posting it for all of you. Its about a Man who does know his math..!!


He writes:

I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.

This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out his window and gave the woman the finger.

'Man, that guy is stupid,' I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here's why:

I drive 48 miles each way every day to work.

That's 96 miles each day.

Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to bumper

Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.

There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.

That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.

Even though the rest of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.

That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day.

Statistically, females drive half of these.

That's 18,000 women drivers!

In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS.

That's 642.

According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.

That's 449.

According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide.

That's 98.

And 34% describe men as their biggest problem.

That's 33.

According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.

That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.

Give her the finger?

I don't think so...!!!!





cheers..!!! :D :D