Life goes on and on..

I know. Its been a long time. I was very busy with my job. Nothing new happening nowadays. Then what to write? Every time when I go to forum, I think I'll get something to write today. But every time I get disappointed. Nobody minds me! I felt invisible inside landmark. I think I've read back pages of almost all books in landmark. I started hating fictions.

And one good thing happened to me in last few months was comics. Everybody used to read comics in childhood. Me too. But somewhere during the aging process we all forgot it or left it as a kiddo stuff. I was great fan of Balarama, Balabhoomi etc[Malayalam books]. But when I grown up I fell in love with novels and beautiful girls and forgot the graphical novels.

I love talking. I used to visit my friend vivek's house during the weekends. He is working in Nirvana films. You all might know that name after the success of ZooZoo ads. Yeah they direct ad films. I like to hear all those things about making film, writing scripts and of course, gossips. And he has a big collection of novels. These guys got almost everything in Landmark in their shelves. Now you found my library.

He is staying with his brother pratheek. I didn't know what he is actually doing. Kind of writer. That was all that I knew about him. Later on I came to know that he is writing comics! well I was least interested. Comics! Last time I read one was years ago, when I was in +2. It was xmen. Got from my roommate Vismayu bose.

There are a lot of comic books in their house. I used to take novels but not a single comic. One day pratheek talked to me about comics and gave me three books to read. They were "Blue pills", "Otherside" and "The lone wolf and cub".

And thus I became a comic addict. They were good. And you can finish them quickly. The thing is I finished all these in a few hours.

And this man pratheek, is an engineer! and took his masters from National Institute of Design! and doing wot? writing comics. But it's their passion and I like it and respect it. Their first book is going to release in this December. Its name is HUSH. And about 10 others are in workshop. Comics are not very popular in India. These people are trying to change it. Especially to get the adults into comics. I think readers in all age can enjoy these. Here is the Cover Image.

Manta Ray Comics HUSH Cover Page

Please have a look at their facebook page and website. You'll like it. If you have any of your friends reading comics suggest them these. And its not too late. Start reading comics. You will enjoy it. I guarantee you.

Their company name is MantaRay comics. Here is the link
http://www.mantaraycomics.com

Here is the Facebook page
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Manta-Ray-Comics/166588030035191

And a teaser here in youtube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BIHKqKk1fbE

You Name It[3]

"If its like this, there will be terrorists from god's own country."
They laughed at me. Some had trouble in catching breath.

I felt pity. And I looked them with teary eyes.
Later we together saw it coming.

I warned all when they won their first election.
They smiled. A sarcastic one.

Again, I looked them with my teary eyes.

Because I know. A day will come. May be its in a classroom, a train compartment or a bus stop. He will be teased for being a born "[Name of religion]". And he'll feel discriminated.

But my eyes were teary not because of that. It was because he won't think as I would have. He will realize he is a "[Member of religion]", he'll pledge to kill others, he'll choose brothers and sisters on religion. He'll forget that are all human.

Religion divides us. Humanity unites us. Be a Human. Discourage politics which has religious roots.  Note: Dear friends, this post is not against any religion. Like all of you, I too believe in god. But believing in god doesn't mean we have to fight each other because of the differences in  the way we worship our god. And we all know there are people who use our faith for their own mad dreams. This is against them. Not against any religion or  believers.

Promote Natural Beauty!

My dear girls and Ladies,

A few minutes ago I saw a video promoting natural beauty. First of all, I'm asking you why do you use these cosmetic? Most of us, boys consider girls who do make up more than a limit as whores[frankly speaking]. We don't want to kiss a lip which is colored like an oil paint and tastes like grease. And the rose powder. Well most men are allergic to that. I heard that there are around 100 toxic chemicals in each Nail polish. Yeah! they give u a ghostly look. If u want that; carry on. Don't be fooled by everything you see as fashion. We, the boys love you as you are, Naturally.

Promote natural beauty.
Say no to cosmetics.

Note: Actually this was originally posted at my Google buzz. Because so many boys shared similar views there and to reach more people I'm posting it here too. I request all girls to take it positively. Thank you.

Happy Eid

Eid Mubarak. I bought new dress today. :) People are  asking me, being a Hindu, why I had to buy dress on Eid?  I believe in one and only one god. I don't think there are separate gods for Hindu, Muslim and Christians.  You can reach a destination by different methods right? By bus, by boat, by walk etc. Consider our destination as God and different methods/routes as religions. All problems are solved. Believe in your paths. And respect other ones. Thank you.

Happy Eid

Troubles by a birthday party

What makes me happy and sad at the same time?
Well the answer is "supplies" or in full form "supplementary exams of my B.tech"

The reason for sadness is I've to write it again and if I failed I wont get my degree and no good job in near future. The reason for happiness is that I can see all my friends there. So  I love all supply seasons.

Well. The following story happened in such a lovely supply season. The latest one.

As usual I woke up at 10am and was going for breakfast at Sabu's shop. Sadu(fazil) and Shareef was coming back from the shop and told me there is no food or tea. Then I joined with them to another hotel. As we were talking and eating rubber poratta and fish curry one of fazil's friend[I dont know his name. Sadu calls him "Thala"] came and sat with us.

At that time a nice girl passed the shop. Seeing me staring at her fazil asked me.

"What is this pshycho[yeah that's wot they call me.] You were in Bangalore and staring girls like this here in kuttippuram?"

I replied that in Bangalore I was full time with Machines[computers] and hardly see a girl there. [of course. A bit exaggerated]. And we continued talking bla bla. Then some of Thala's friends came to us and started talking with him.

This time one of them was standing near me gave me a puzzled look. After doing some gestures with hand he asked me..
[He talked to me in Malayalam I'll give those sentences both in Malayalam and English. He did his high school somewhere in north India. so his Malayalam was a bit funny.]

He:[Malayalam]iyaal, iyaal... ente computeril.... undallo
He:You.. You are there... In my computer..

I was like..!! Me!! In his computer!!

HE:[Malayalam] athe, ningalude photo ente computeril undu. ente chechiyude birthday party photosil.
He:yeah your photo is there in my computer. You are there in my sister's birthday party photos.

I sighed..hoo.. I got it. But I forgot her name.

Me: What is your sister's name?

He: Sharanya

Me: Her marriage is over?

He: Yes

Me to Sadu: Sharanya is working with Vikas' roommates. They celebrated her birthday in Vikas' flat. They invited me.

HE:[Malayalam] pakshe... Chechi paranjathu.... ningale ariyilla ennu aaanallo....
HE:But my sister told that she doesn't know you.

My eyes started rolling in opposite directions. I couldn't look at fazil. Shareef sat as he didn't understand anything.

HE: Chechi paranjathu..... ningal.. valinju kayari vanna aaro aanennanu.
He: But she told that you were a party crasher!

Fazil covered his face. Shareef laughed. I got it. Its over. I cant help it. They will kill me tonight.

ME: Whhaaatttt.. It was me who arranged all those decorations and cakes. She even talked to me!

I don't remember what happened after that. I don't remember paying the bill and all. Fazil had already started making fun of me. Shareef somehow understand it all and started laughing.

I couldn't do anything. But they could do everything. And they did. Before I reach my room I got call from Nibul.

"Roomie heard u are going to all the parties in Bangalore without invitations. Especially girls. And u also pose for photos?"

After sometime Vipin called.

"Hehe.. hehe... Hehe.. I heard... Birthday party.. hehe"..

Grr... I got mad. But there was no escape. Seeing me Yakub sung the song "Where is the party tonight" at every place. Bus stop, hotel everywhere.

The boy, his name is Sarath, don't know any of these. poor boy. I'm not angry with him but with his sister. because its our flat. she came there and calling me a party crasher? I went there after cheriyan called me. Usually I don't go to any programs. :( I really wanted to kill her [huhh not really.. she was just being a "girl". she cant help it.]

So

Think before attending any parties!
And don't pose for any photos. If u do, make sure the birthday boy/girl knows u well. :)

Note: This is published just for fun. Its just something that can happen to anybody. It doesn't mean to hurt anyone referred in the post. I request everyone to take it as fun. Thank you.

Update:
After sometime sadu asked me it was really me who brought the cake and all?

I replied:  "No man. What else I could say at that time? As if  I 've no other work to do, to bring her a cake!

You name it [2]

Once film actor kamal Hasan said:

Love before age 40 is not real love. Its only lust.
He must be right. Because he has lots of experience.

She was sitting in bed.
He stood close to her.
It wasn't a usual feeling they were having.
She was confused.
She wanted it. one day. But she wasn't sure it should be that day.
He was feeling guilty from the start itself.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
Now she is blank. No more confusions.
His heart was beating faster. Faster and faster.
He didn't want to do it. His love was pure.
He remembered somebody saying its the final stage of love. He relaxed.
But deep inside he was a man. His age is taking control of him now. Not the conscious.
His fingers started drawing pictures on her neck.
She closed her eyes. Took a deep breath.
She pulled him to the bed.
He paused for a minute. Thinking whether she always wanted this?
They didn't think anything after that. They felt like animals.
Deep inside she was a woman.
After some time.
He felt more guilty.
He saw tears running from her eyes. Through the mirror.
He couldn't look at her face.
She came to him. Smiled
She told "I've to go".
It was like same old days. As nothing happened. But the smiles were different.

In real stories, in most cases, You just cant find where it started and where it ended. So you cant blame me.

The sexy neighbor

I was coming back after a walk. It was about 6pm. There is no traffic and its a residential area. There are a lot of nice houses on both sides. The sky was little cloudy. But it wasn't dark. And a soft wind was there. I was walking, contemplating the beauty of dark sexy road just after the rain. I love the atmosphere just after the rain. Road will be real black, leaves will be shining green without dust. And the air will be filled with a kind of fresh energy. My hands rested in my jeans pockets. I was walking very slow. Watching each steps, studying the trees around. Kicking the Badam nuts to the drainage on the sides. Suddenly the gate in front of me opened.

It was a girl about 17. With her dog. I knew where she lives but nothing more. But I didn't waste any time thinking about that. She was in a green T-shirt. And a grey short skirt. It was very short and I thought she must have bought it one or two years back. She was all good for that age. May be much better.

Her T-shirt was skin tight type. It was very light that I could see almost all the lines inside. Now her dog is moving fast. She was trying to control it. As she walks her skirt moved to left and right clearing the way up. I could feel the increase in my heartbeats. The scene will force any boy to think he will get something now.

Suddenly the chain fell down from her hand. Oh god don't do this to me, I thought. She bend down to pick the chain. I could see my legs stopped moving my eyes bulged out for a few seconds and went back. When I got back to conscious she had already got a few meters away from me. I resumed walking. She is very slow now. When I got near her she took the chain through her back covering the skirt not to fly because of the  wind. I could see the perfect curves now. The things I've seen only on the Temple-walls and in paintings. I could see I'm sweating now. I fixed my eyes on a swift parked near in front of me. I kept walking.

Fortunately or unfortunately she took a turn to left. I didn't look that way and kept walking. Now I know I've much more control over me. Than I thought.

Now I know why these rapes/sec is always increasing. But I wonder how can her parents let their child roam in this kind of dress.

The reason behind his anger

[Music: Mob Ringing]

He : Hello
She: Hai
He : Oh you. I'm busy. Call me later.

[She didn't call up for 2-3 days. He called back]
[Music: Her hello tune]

She : Hmm. Why you were very angry that day? What is your problem?

[He wanted to tell her a story. Story of a boy who was waiting for a call from her. A boy who wakes up thinking she'll call today. At night he'll make reasons and excuses for the call he didn't get and forgives her. The boy who thinks she'll call him tomorrow. All these waiting had made him sad and angry. The more he love her the more angry he became. He was thinking she don't deserve his love. Its that time she called him. Then what else he'll do?]

He : I was busy. I was tired.I'm sorry.

[That time he hated himself more than anything. He know she is not interested talking to him. She never thought of loving him. But something in mind always told him. She needs him.]

Bangalore: Dogs and Neighbors

I'm sorry my friends. I know its been a long time. But I really don't have anything to write. And whenever I had I didn't get time. But today I'll tell you about my neighbors and dogs.

You know Bangalore is all about IT(Girls comes here) and dogs. Get into any streets, you can see IT companies and dogs. And one funny thing about Bangalore dogs is they don't use doors and gates. They always prefer jumping walls and fences.

This incident happened about three months ago. We are blessed with very "nice" neighbors. One day an old lady came to our room shouting bla bla. Oh yeah that was in Kannada. All that we understood was that there was something on their terrace. Their house is a singles story building. And we stay in first floor of our building just left side of their house. You know in Bangalore or in any city buildings are very close. We can just walk into their terrace if we want. So we went to our balcony to see what this lady is shouting about.The whole house was there, on the terrace. Near them there was a packet. Kind of food waste. The lady was telling its us who put it there and they want us to remove it!

These people are vegetarians. And its something like beef in that packet. So all are staying some distance away from it. And keep telling us to remove it. Well we said its not us put it there and we wont remove it anyway. They shouted bla bla for sometime. We too.

Actually what happened was, there was a dog who usually sleep on their terrace. We were sure its he brought it there. We even told them its the dog who did it. They have a staircase outside their house. And the smart dog was living a happy nightlife on their terrace.

At last they told. "Ok its the dog who brought it there. But please remove it". We looked each other and got back to our rooms.

[It was removed only in last month, when they got a new servant.]
***
Days passed. last month a new family came in the ground floor. With a big[very big] dog. It's sound became a very big problem. Even their fence is tall enough to prevent him from jumping, he used to make it a 50-50. This made a mess between new family and the vegetarians, the ones I discussed before. Again the bla bla sounds. We heard only two English sentences. But those were enough.

Old lady Vegetarians: Your dog tried to bite me. It tried to jump the fence.
One form new family:  Don't call him dog. He is one of us.

[We thought, what should we call a dog? uncle?]

Vegetarian Family wasn't that nice to us after that issue. We used to play badminton in evening and night. They too started playing. Because we didn't have much space they became a big problem. Day by day they became more irritating.
***
There lives an old aunt with her son a few houses left to ours. She has a dog. She used to go for evening walks with her dog. We call her dog aunt. Sometimes her son comes with the dog. We used to wonder what they do. They are there full time on their terrace walking here and there. Not doing any work. But they have a car, a i10. A dog, a German Shepperd. And a servant Rukmini(say). How do I know?

One day her son was walking with this dog. You know why this people take dogs out. In front of our vegetarian family's house there is some space in between road and their fence. They tell its their land. They even planted some trees there. It only has 1 meter width. The dog aunty's dog passed urine there. And yeah he did almost everything. Vegetarian family's old lady saw that. And bla bla. He too replied something in the same tone. And he stopped. She was only started. It took one hour to stop her.

We went to have a tea. When we got back, there was police in front of dog aunty's house. Police was trying to find a solution. yeah the vegetarian family called police because of a dog.

Boring Life

Where are those hands, which I used get when I'm down. Where are those sweet soothing words I used to hear when I'm lost. No u cant help it anyway. You had to save me before I fall. You knew I was on the edge. Didn't you. 

Sometimes we found ourself lost, 
somewhere in between life and dreams. 
confused where to go, what to do.. 
still knowing we should move on.. 
I need you then, 
to wake me up from my eternal sleep, 
to hide those tears and put back that old smile, 
and to walk back to those joyful days.. 
I love you all. 

For all of my friends.. 
Yeah life is very boring these days. Without you.

Childhood friend [2]

She was walking towards her car. With hands full of covers. She was going somewhere for enjoying the summer vacation. She was talking loud. She has a sweet voice.

She was looking her friend. With open mouth. She was curious where her friend is going. It was raining. So she couldn't go near the car.


Lakshmiiiii.. Shirya called. I'm going. Tata.. She was very happy to tell her friend that she is going somewhere. She kept telling Tata, tata to Lakshmi.

Even Lakshmi seemed excited. Her friend is going somewhere. She shouted back Goodbye Shriya... Tata.. tata..


Shriya's mom closed the door. Started the car. Shriya opened the glass and kept telling bye, tata..

She was jumping with happiness. She didnt ask where Shriya is going. Or when she will be back. She was running behind the car. As long as she can run. When it disappeared, she stood there. Still smiling, shouting goodbye.


Shriya lives in a big house. Her parents are working in big IT companies. Lakshmi lives just in front of Shriya's house. In street. Her parents do laundry work. How long their friendship will last...?

Everyday When I open My eyes

Its beautiful? Aint it?

White Bubbles

[Film running]

Pictures rolled in front of my eyes
Everything was going fine.
Suddenly,
something hit hard on my head.

Ttttaang gg ggg ggg ! !! !!! !!!!
You appeared.
******************
But I felt like I was in past
I could not believe you.

And I couldn't fill the time gap between me and you.
It seemed hollow.

Now you are gone.

In every 5 minutes you appeared.
I could not believe who is real,
You or me.

[Somebody was explaining something]

I felt like I said something.
I was in confusion.
I reached past again.

[People laughing ]

I was in air.
A colorful world.
******************
I've been feeling my eye-lids too heavy
I closed my eyes.
May be I didn't like you, Or I was afraid of you.
I jumped into darkness.
Suddenly all appeared.
Stars and planets all covered with triangles and squares.
In white and blue colors.

I felt my hands and legs very heavy.
They were like airbags covered on bones.
Still heavy.
******************
You appeared and went.
I was on a slab. In air.
I thought I'll fall.

I felt like, you and your friends there,
Looking at me,
Laughing.

Whatever you guys said,
I couldn't agree up on. And then,
Arguments, from both sides.
All got mad. All decided to fight.

Darkness.
Airplanes. Lights in different colors.
Fires from plane wings...
******************
I found myself sleeping.
sometimes I thought I'll never meet you again.

But you kept calling me.
I wanted to come. But I was lost inside the time gap.
You told me to sleep.
But sleep reminded me the word death.
******************
[Mob ringing]

Something hit hard on my head again.
But I couldn't see you
I couldn't see anyone.
Now I know, all were you
and you was me.

[People Laughing]

The Burly Chap

I was very happy when I got home. I had to write one exam, yea one of my back-papers. Thought of seeing all those friends again thrilled me. Next day itself I went to Kuttipuram, where my college is. There s a house which rents its rooms to supply students. All were there. Fazil, yakub, Akhil, Vijappan, Rajesh, Kanjan, Nujoom, Shareef, Sheen, Nibin. All fun machines. I really wanted to laugh a lot.

First two days I was the target. They made lots of stories about me. Day by day new ones arrived and they took my place.

Apart from the funs I was getting mad. I had only one exam. But needed 60 marks to pass as I didn't have sessionals, which is not a new thing. I wrote it very well last time. Expected a 60-70. I never thought of writing it again. But somehow university made me do it.

Days passed, nights with hot topics. Girls, politics, religion, University, Jobs and old enemies. It was going good as usual. Until that night arrived.

I was studying. Not understanding anything. Last chance question paper smiled at me,telling "hey looser u think u gonna make it this time?" I got mad. I decided to take a break. I went for tea. Nobody came with me.

It was about 10pm. College and the house was on top of a small hill. The tea shop of
Sabu was half a km away from the house. Down the hill. In front of shop there s highway.Before sabu's shop theres another shop. Shukoor ikkas snacks shop. only a 10meters from Sabu's. It was closed.

When I reached in front of shukoorka's shop, there was an auto in front of it. Two men from auto throw one man out of it. And they placed a bag and two slippers besides him. I thought he was drunk and didn't mind and went to Sabu's shop. It was power cut I think. And no others noticed our man.

I ordered a strong black tea with less sugar. It was good. I returned to room. I forgot to look the man. Time passed. Nothing is moving expect the time. Its 12. I decied for an another break.

This time all was hungry. Fazil, Yakub, Sheen, Vijayappan, Akhil came with me. We were walking laughing loud as Yakud said something. When we reached Shokoorka shop. That man was still there. I was started to say two men threw him from an au.. But I
swallowed it. Fazil looked at him and said there is blood in his face. I could feel the fear taking control over me. I pulled Fazil telling I feel something bad. Lets go.

We reached Sabu's shop. Some Vehicles' light fell on that guys face. He was not laying far from sabu's shop. So we all could see it. BLOOD! we told Sabu. He found a torch and all headed to him.

Sabu and Yakub went close to him. I kept Fazil don't go close. So many questions came on my mind. Auto, bag, slippers. Sabu placed the light in his face. There was blood.All over his face. Eyes half open. some fluid s coming from his mouth. Something is there on this head.

Sabu: "Its the boy in the dress shop, Burly chap"
Yakub: "I think he s dead 95%!".
Fazil: "95%!! wot? "
Sabu: "I think he s dead"
Me to fazil: "We didn't see anything lets go"
Somebody told: "call police"
Something hit my head hearing that. Going to police station n becoming a murder victim didn't seem that good to us.
Me: "Tell some local people to call. We didn't see anything. Sabu s a native he has no problem"
Sabu: "I'll tell police I don't know anything. I'll tell College students showed me this"
That time all felt like peeing in their own pants.
We went to a new shop nearby and told the matter.
He told: "Don't stay here. Go to your rooms. Otherwise you wont write exams anymore.
We'll settle this". somebody called police and told us police will come now.
He told n looked for us. He could find none.
[We thought he is a strong person the good man saved us. But later we found that when the moment we left he closed the shop and try to go home.]

We were running. We reached the room in record time.
All gathered in Yakub's room.

And everyone started expressing their fears.
We are witnesses of a murder now. Somebody told.
Yakub told everyone to wear underwears. He told police will allow only that while
questioning. None was wearing that.

Me: We went to have tea. We told sabu there s somebody sleeping there. Thats it.
Nothing else happened. Nothing else we know.

Fazil looked at me. Only we know the auto incident.

Somebody told: Is he dead?
me: anyway police might have arrived.
Yakub: " He is dead. I saw his brain outside his scalp"
Fasil: "Sabu also saw something like that"
Yakub: " There was also blood in his head"
Sheen" "But if the head is wounded there will be lot of blood in the floor".
Akhil: "What if it was brought here after long time".
Fazil: "His eyes had a horrible look"
Vijayappan: "There was no need to have tea this time"
Somebody: "Who asked to go for tea. He s the one responsible for it"
Everybody pointed finger at me.

The people who didn't come with us came asking lots of question. Leading us to more fear.
Nibin: "If brain was out he might be dead"
Yakub: "I'm sure I see it"
Fazil: "I'm seeing this kind of thing for the first time.
Me: Me too.
Yakub: "I saw one like this before"
And he told the story.
It happened at his native place. One guy was riding bike. On the way one tree fell down

on his head! he fell down. His head was injured. Brain was out. But body was moving.
Police came and took him to hospital. Even after that Yakub could see the brain parts in the road.

He stopped telling "Idiots forgot to take the brain. Even if he escapes he wont have intelligence".

Everybody wanted to laugh loud. But the situation stopped them.

It was 2am, Somebody told: "Come lets go and look"
Fazil & me: "No its risk:
Somebody told: "wot if he is awake"
Yakub: "Then Sabu must be laying in the same place. Police must took him hospital man.

Everybody want to sleep. But none had the courage to. Last Akhil told me he'll sleep with me. I felt relaxed. Fazil, Nujoom, Yakub, Vijayappan slept in one room. Everybody wanted him to be alive. Then police can help him. But I don't know wot I wanted of course I wanted him to alive but thought of looking to that face again frightened me. But if he is dead, I'll be the first witness.

Sheen: "tomorrow morning we'll know everything. go and sleep".

Akhil asked me a few more questions in bed. I didn't co-operate. We kept the lights on.Closing the eyes his face came to my mind. I slept only after hearing call for morning prayers from the mosque.

Next day I woke up with Nibin's Sound.
He is dead. There is police in front of shukoorka shop.

I felt nothing. Emptiness in my heart. Seeing my face Nibin told. He is alive. He was drunk. It was not blood. He ate some pan. And he vomited all over. that it. I felt more relaxed. hoooo...

Here is wot happened after we returned to home.

The man at the new shop closed the shop when we left. When he was about to leave
police came.Sabu had called a few local CPIM party leaders. All came at same time. Sabu showed police the "body".

Looking the body police told. he is dead. Somebody brought two buckets of water and
wet his head. No moves.

After that Raghu the party leader crushed some lime n scratched on his head. He made
some sounds. After two more buckets of water, he could stand. But police decided to keep him in station for some more time. While police helping to get him to jeep

He told to police: its ok saaaar. I'll do it. No help. nOoooOoo Help needed.

Sabu also went to station with them. At 3 o'clock police told sabu to take him back.
at that time,

He told to police: "Thank youuuu BOSSSS".


When we saw Sabu next time all started laughing. None could stop. Yakub's brain story was the main topic. We saw his shop "Burly chap" is open. After sometime his father came and took him home. The blood was his pan and the vomit. His brain was Parippuvada piece[ a snack]. Fluid from mouth was pickle he ate. Supply days are always fun! aint it? But not the result publishing days.


Note: This post is not indent to make fun of any people. The man freaked us. And all other things are just normal feelings of people who faced it. "Heavy" drinking is a bad habit. So please stop it. Thank you

The reason behind your silence

I was thinking about you. Feel like its been years since we spoke last time.

Its right. Its the nature of some relations. It starts from nowhere. It becomes stronger, closer day by day. Until it reaches a peak point. After that it vanishes. Sometimes we even think whether it existed. "L" once wrote about it. After that phase. Everything feels like waste of time. We know what is gonna say and How its gonna feel.

We want to look away from most facts. To end it someway or to forget it someway.

After a few years, it will be in memories. Sweet haunting memories. I wish I could sweep off those memories. Like in the film Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. Why should we keep it? if its disturbing. Even if it is sweet.

But I was thinking where I went wrong. You know when u think of reasons, something will pop up in ur mind. And you'll doubt it should be the reason. In most cases it is. But you try to believe its not.

May be it was inevitable. The silence. Because it gives us strength to fake a smile after a long time.

Laziness! people avoid others simply because laziness? People will hide sorrows by seeing films n sleeping? The later seems difficult. Because I could never sleep when I was sad. And all those are excuses?

But you know. its better to break the silence. Just because the silence speak more. Much more.

He continued.. She too. Her silence.
After a long time it gave them strength. To fake that smile.