The Pursuit Of Happiness-Basic Instincts.

580 days, 13,920 hours, 835,200 minutes and 50,112,000 seconds. Although I am good at calculations but still I couldn’t count the number of times he missed her. What I did count were the moments he forgot her and it turns out to be the only natural number that isn’t positive. How much did he wish to see her again that he asked God to grant a few moments with her as his 23 b’day gift? Of all the days that he has been looking for her on every social networking site, he found her on one of them on 17^th July (damn all those special characters that she uses in everything she writes). Still what a sweet innocent profile she possesses. It has everything anyone would like to know about her. She has found enough time to search communities for everything she likes and hates. She has joined over a 100 communities, which can tell you more than her mother might know(She even has a community joined called “I cannot sleep without pillows “).

The status message of her profile read,” Off to Bhopal to witness the most spectacular celestial display of the century “. What more could he want .He was shown the destination, it was totally on him to find his way, and I am sure he would definitely succeed because that’s what he does best - believe in himself .

He garners his basic instincts and finally finds out that the probability of solving the problem = unity (100%). It’s just a boy going to a city to find a girl in a day –simple math. If the moon can do the impossible i.e carve out a diamond ring from someone a million times mightier just to show Earth how much it loves her ,why can’t he do something as trivial as finding someone.

The following are the assumptions he thought would be enough to find her.

1. On 22 July, 5:30 AM she would definitely be in Bhopal viewing the Eclipse.

2. So she would probably reach there on 21^st July.

3. Since it read, “Off to Bhopal”, it means that she would be coming there by any of the three means v.i.z air, road or train.

4. The pin number in her profile corresponds to some city within 60 miles of Kanpur, which doesn’t have an airport or a railway station which has a direct train to Bhopal. Therefore, in all means she has to come to Kanpur.

5. There isn’t a direct flight from Kanpur to Bhopal. Therefore, she would most likely be boarding a train from Kanpur central on 20^th July.

6. Of all the six trains from Kanpur to Bhopal the arrival and departure times are as follows:-

Train	Departure(Kanpur)	Arrival(Bhopal)
1	02:23 AM	12:00 Noon
2	00:13 AM	08:15 AM
3	09:30 PM	06:00 AM
4	05:43 AM	01:50 PM
5	01:22 PM	10:25 PM
6	06:03 PM	03:05 AM

7. She cannot take train no 1, 2 and 6 in any case. She can take train no 5 only in case if she has someone to pick her up .The most probable train that she would choose would be 3^rd and 4^{th .}

8. She definitely has at least one relative/friend in Bhopal where she would stay.

9. If she takes train no 5 then she would be there on the 20^th at 10:25 PM, else if she takes train no 3 and 4 then she would be there on 21^st .

10. The best way to meet her would be to intersect her at the railway station before she goes elsewhere. If he couldn’t find her there then it would be difficult to find her once she disappears into the city. Moreover, the eclipse lasting less than seven minutes she could be anywhere out of his bounds.

11. The only time she would definitely be under the sky would be during the Eclipse. So either he would find her out on the station or during those seven minutes.

Therefore, determined to see her again, he has done all his packing and he would be leaving in due time to be there when the fifth train arrives at 10:25 PM.

What do you people say? Would he see her? Or would he not? Can you imagine how glad he would be once he saw her? Or how sad he would be when he returned empty eyes?

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

Chalte Chalte

Sometimes in our lives, we meet someone that we just cannot forget, no matter how hard we try. Their memories haunt us all day and night. Moreover, sometimes how much we wish we had never met them, but then we also thank God that we did .One memory is worth living with, a lifetime than without it. This is one of the journeys of a lifetime.

Boy: - Hi, I am Raj (a short pause) Neeraj Raj. (This style somehow seems to have become iconic since the introduction in 007 movies by the legendary Sean Connery .And the speaker is a die hard fan of those movies.)

Girl: - She gives a damn look. As if, she did not hear. (Actually, she had plugged in the earphones and was lost in some memories of the past, which the boy couldn’t notice. . . . He is such a l*s*r).

Boy: - (The boy speaks again with less enthusiasm). Being your next seat neighbor, I just tried to introduce myself so that the three-hour journey would be easier for both of us, but as it seems your mother has warned you not to talk to strangers, so I would hereafter refrain myself from speaking a word unless I see some enthusiasm from you.

Girl:-I am sorry .I was just listening to some music. By the way, hi I am Gauri.(From the next time she would be addressed by her name).

Boy: - You are the third girl I ever know with that name. What it is with parents that inspire them to name their kids in all the Gods name .Aren’t there enough names in this world to choose from?

Gauri: - Actually, I truly appreciate that my parents named me like this. You know these names are far better than others are.

Boy: - Could you enlighten me more?

Gauri: - Look with a Goddess name attached; you grow up as a child with a lot more self-confidence and discipline.Self-confidence in the way that you easily believe that being a

Goddess you can do anything, and discipline because you are taught that Gods aren’t undisciplined, so how can you be one.

Boy:-That’s why I think I grew up the way I am, how better could I have been if I was named Ram or Shiva?

Gauri:-That’s not my point. It’s just that I see it that way.

Boy:-Any more advantages.

Gauri: - Oh yes, There are lots. Nevertheless, for now let’s say .We aren’t cheated in love.

Boy:-And why is that?

Gauri:-Most people in India are superstitious even though they may not admit. Therefore, it takes a lot of courage for a boy to deceive his girlfriend who happens to have with a Goddess’s name .Moreover you cannot have filthy emotions for such a girl. Everybody fears the wrath of the gods if you deceit such a girl.

Boy: - Wow what a reason to believe.

Gauri:-Moreover, think how lucky a guy would be who marries such a girl.

Boy:-And why is that?

Gauri:-Do you know what are you supposed to say when you die?

Boy: - Although an absurd question, But I would rather answer that, since you are now talking so many answers. We are supposed to pray while dying, I guess.

Gauri: - Exactly, that’s what I meant. People in old times kept their son’s name on Gods. So that they would call out their names, while dying and thus could go to heaven. Just imagine how many times in life would my boyfriend call my name. So he is destined to go to heaven. Thus, my boyfriend is one in a million.

Boy: - Why 1 in a million?

Gauri: - Because he would go to heaven nah. How many in a million happen to go there. I guess one.

Boy: - So you happen to have one (most girls either don’t have any or have many) boyfriend.

Gauri:-Yes, I do. How about you?

Boy:-Have you been to China?

Gauri:-That isn’t my answer.

Boy:-That isn’t my answer either.

Gauri:-No I have never been to China. Why do you ask that?

Boy:-Just to show that there are other topics to talk.

Gauri: - You are so funny.

Boy:-No, I am not funny. I told you my name to which you did not pay heed. However, you can call me with a nick, which rhymes closely to funny.

Gauri:-And what is that? By the way, what was your name?

Boy:-Honey .That’s the word most girls use when they forget the day and the boyfriend. So a general term suffices for all the boyfriends on various days of the week. In addition, I do not repeat my name. I would tell you at the end of my journey only.

Gauri:-Ok with the name but you seem to have a bad impression about girls.

Boy:-I happen to remember a girl’s quote on men that read, “Men are like jeans, every women has at least seven in their closet amongst which they obviously have one as their favorite.”

Gauri:-I am so sorry you haven’t met the right kind yet.

Boy:-I guess, I have now .But alas you aren’t available. Are you ? Or do you know any of your kind who could be kind enough to send me to heaven .I am ready to enchant her name with every breathe of my life.

Gauri:-You seem to be a pretty decent and good-looking guy, so why haven’t you found one.

Boy:-I guess it’s time you put your spectacles on and have a better look at me .

Gauri: - (Laughs) No I am serious.

Boy:-Demons can’t live in the company of Angels. And that’s why no Demon (girl) has ever wanted me. However as good as Angels are, I have liked many girls even though all of them were one of a kind.

Gauri:-I feel sorry for you.

Boy:-Don’t be! Just grant me wish .You are Gauri – a goddess remember, you can make anything come true.

Gauri:-I wish I was a child because then I believed I could make miracles. But now I am too old to believe that.

Boy:-You still can .Just say yes and all will be right.

Gauri: -Yes to what?

Boy:- A question. Probably a request.

Gauri: -Shoot.

Boy:-Will you marry me?

Gauri:-Ha Ha Ha! You joke a lot.

Boy:-No I am serious .There is always a better option. But sometimes silly girls don’t realize that the better option is sitting next to her. And that such offers are valid only for a limited period. One more hour and I would be gone.

Gauri: - Na .Not interested.

Boy:-Why is that?

Gauri:-When you have the best option then why even look at the better ones.

Boy:-Ok, I too was kidding .Anyways who wants to go to heaven. I just want to reach my destination as fast as possible.

Gauri:-So where are you up to.

Boy:-I can’t tell you that.

Gauri:-Why is that?

Boy:-Because then I would have to ask where are you up to. And if the stop comes before mine, I would get down and follow you. And if the stop comes later, I would be inclined not to descend until your stop and then follow you. So either way I wouldn’t reach my destination. You happen to be so beautiful and desirable. Not my fault .Ask anyone on the bus if they wouldn’t do the same.

Gauri:-Now I know why girls don’t like you?

Boy:-And why is that?

Gauri: -You are such a flirt.

Boy: -Then I guess Mohan Das Karam Chand Gandhi was the biggest flirt that history has ever seen.

Gauri:-What the **** are you saying? He was such a good man.

Boy: -For the obvious reason as mine. If for telling the truth, I can be awarded the title, then
this man never ever lied his entire life (except once).Imagine what would he have said to kasturba when he would have seen her for the first time .Wouldn’t he have said ,”Kasturba, you are the most beautiful girl, I have and would ever see in my life.”And if Kasturba thought your way, they would have never got married.

Gauri: -Oh My God! You are such a ****.

Boy:-Thanks for the compliment. Now you can put back those earphones and loose yourself in the memories of whoever he is. And would you mind lending me that window seat because I know it for sure that I wouldn’t ever enjoy India this beautiful ever again.

Gauri: - All this taking for the seat. You could have just asked for it. I would have left it gladly.

Boy: -Really. Then how would I have known a reason to say to God that I deserve Heaven.
Then, she closed her eyes and was deeply into music. And I sat there admiring her for the rest of the journey. I would certainly never see India so beautiful ever again.

My stop came. She was deep in her sleep and I couldn’t awaken her. How much I regret not asking her email id or the most not telling my name .I just left a paper that read, “There is always a better option, it’s just that people never realize until the offer expires. Hope to meet you again someday. Thanks for being my angel today.”
Wishing happiness into your lives, although it’s you who possess the powers and not I.
A stranger that had a name.

My Happy Ending

31^st December 200*, 11:45 P.M, Vijay was all alone on the seashore waiting eagerly for Amrita to arrive. He has never been so desperate before, every moment that passed by made him more anxious. Nevertheless, somewhere in his heart, he knew that she would arrive, she definitely will. She might have been stuck with the New Year preparations or some relatives must have poured in and a thousand such random thoughts came to his mind, so he decides to seek solace in nature around him to distract himself from all the uncertainties coming to his mind, but what he actually finds is melancholy all around him.

The full moon was slumbering deep under the blankets of the dark clouds, as there aren’t many people who come out of their dovecots to appreciate its beauty. The ocean was as restless and tormented as ever trying to push beyond the shores to find someone who could bring happiness and peace into his life. The only sounds that he could hear were the honking of the distant automobiles, his heart and the screams of the sea. He now knew why despite of being fed by the sweet river water, sea was all-saline. The stars did not care much to sparkle in the sky as their faint light wasn't cared much for, in the so lit up cities and the kids weren’t wooed anymore by their twinkling. The cool breeze was desperately blowing towards the sea, pleased to come out of the city’s suffocating environment, which has almost choked it.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He decides to sing and the only songs that come to his lips were “Addicted” and “Rhythm Divine”. Just when his patience was about to run out he sees a distant silhouette approaching towards him. He ran with his arms wide open to feel her heart beat in rhythm to his, see his image in her eyes and start his New Year with the sweetness of her lips. However, his momentary happiness disappeared when she pulled out her hand and greeted him “Happy New Year Vijay”, instead of welcoming him with her ever-charming sweet smile. What’s wrong with you, why are you killing me with your coldness, what did I do lately that you even despise seeing my face? He desperately wanted explanations.

It isn’t your fault neither is mine, its destiny that does us apart. We were, never meant to be together. I wouldn’t regret all those days I spent with you, they would remain the most cherished days in my life, but we together for the rest of life isn’t feasible at all. Vijay you have always said, “Life is all about choices as we get it only once, so we must make our choices right in order not to regret anything on death bed”. Today I have made a choice. I chose to be rich and successful than being happy, because I believe happiness finds a way to the rich and successful. I chose to be adored and desired than being loved, because love would eventually develop. I chose to obey my parents to whom I owe my life than you, who became my life for a while. I chose to be rational than being illogical, because I know that for both of us this would be the best option. Today, you might not like anything that I say, but many years from now if we meet again, I know that you would be happy, that you would find someone who would love you as much as you love me and that you would be satisfied to know that I was happy too all those years. I really do owe you an apology because I know that I have hurt you a lot with my words. However, I know that you would forgive me as you have always done because you love me so much .She leans forward, kisses him, hands over her marriage invitation card and walks away without giving him any opportunity to plead or even utter a word.

All eternity stood still speechless waiting for the boy to react. The moon came out of the clouds to share his grief and the clouds burst into tears, the ocean was overwhelmed to know that, someone else suffered as much as he did and the wind blew harder to show its anguish. Vijay stood still looking at her walk away with a hope that she would turn back, but she never did. A few moments later, she disappeared into the darkness forever. A drop of tear rolled down his cheeks, which washed away in the rain. His, grief was out of bounds for tears and screams.

The elixir of his life had walked out of his life. How was he supposed to live now? She was the only reason for him to be alive. Twenty-three days from now, she would marry money and fame and give herself to a man who has always lusted for her. Will she ever be happy again? Will she ever smile again in all the innocent and care free way? How does all that matter now? Everyone was born with a free will to choose and she had decided not to choose him instead. Who was he now to force her to defer from her free will.

He has never known to swim, but he starts walking towards the sea. He also had the right to free will and he no longer wanted to live anymore. As he sank to the depths of the sea, his thoughts began to resurface. He wasn’t a coward to run away from challenges. He was born good, destined to be the best but it was he only who chose not to grow up better. If money and success were all that mattered in this world, then he too would have it at his disposal. How bad it was to be born with a golden heart and an empty pocket, than to be without a heart and a pocket full of pearls. Besides he couldn’t die proving himself as a loser to the girl he could never hate. He would definitely make her regret her decision on her deathbed if not sooner.

A wave throws him back to the seashore and he sees the sunrise, it was truly amazing. He has been among those who saluted the setting sun for lighting up their lives all day, but from today, he too would salute the rising sun like all others because glory is in rising when no one can meet eyes with you than in setting after being exhausted and consumed.

From now on his life would be entirely different .He had just reincarnated with a different outlook to life. He will be rich, successful and playful if not happy and maybe someday happiness would find a way to him. Why desire and not be desired? Why seek and not be sought? Why cry for someone who turned a back on you? Why die for someone who never lived for you? Why love someone so much when she did not even hate you with half the intensity? . . . . . . . . .The footprints that he left behind him would mark a new beginning to a Happy Ending!

P.S:- The names and the story is truly fictional and any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely coincidential.

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

Why does love fade away ?

Why do people crave for sexuality into the eyes, when it could be an abode of truth, innocence, serenity; and serve as a gateway to their soul?

Why do people crave for the sweetness of the lips and not the pristine smile which can make life worth living even in hell?

Why do people crave for the soft little mounds and not the feminine heart lying beneath that’s so loving and caring that can relieve pain and sufferings of a million years?

Why do people crave for those 11 minutes between the legs and not a place in her heart for a lifetime?

Why do people lust more and love less?

To me lust is the excitement and thrill of that initial spark of attraction that brings people and the object of their desire together. That's not love, that's survival of the species. Lust is like fire in a piece of paper; it burns our more rapidly than it catches fire, unlike love which is like a nuclear reaction which can keep souls (read as sun) burning for ages.

Why is it that love is like a living, breathing, or a dynamic entity that grows and changes over the years?

Why is it that even if taken granted for and forgotten to nurture ,it doesn’t fade like a photo sitting in the sun too long and can spring back to life anytime we turn back to it?

Why is it love that binds us together once that initial spark runs its course and the god like qualities of our beloved are laid bare and stripped away?

Why is it love that happens when the thrill is gone and all that’s left is the two souls; stark naked, shivering and flawed as all humans are?

To me it’s just because when in love we can put all of our beloved’s weaknesses, faults and shortcomings under the magnifying glass and walk away feeling grateful for having found the one person who completes and compliments us so perfectly that we wouldn't have them any other way.

Why do they take it for granted, when they have found their beloved?

Why don’t they nurture the relationship in the way it deserves?

Why do they make mistakes when they cannot correct them?

Why is it that they say the three most pathetic words –Sorry, Thank you and Please to the entire world who may means nothing to them thousand times a day, instead of saying the three most beautiful words – I ,Love ,You to the one person who may mean more than the world to them ?

Why can not they have wilder and more passionate nights than the one before?

Why can not they fall in love all over again every day with even greater intensity than before?

Why can not they ask her to dance sometimes when she is listening to her favorite song?

Why instead of snoozing the alarm clock they can not you adore their beloved’s face moments before she wakes up?

Why can not they find time to appreciate the small little threads that she wears round her neck and her feet?

Why can not they send her flowers at work and take her out on a date besides the Valentines Day or some anniversary?

Why are occasions necessary to appreciate how beautiful she is with all sorts of flowers when any day and everyday she is as wonderful and as mesmerizing as ever?

Life is beautiful because it is unpredictable, and it should remain the same with relationships. An unpredicted word of appreciation or a gift would be more romantic than a necklace worth millions on the Valentines Day .Why do people need occasions to celebrate when every moment in life is a celebration. Who has left this world alive and who will? Will all the things that they were sorry for; or all the Please and Thank You they said; count on the day they stop breathing? Life is all about choices; make your choices right because you would never get a second chance to rectify it. And what a pathetic life it would be if you regret a thing at deathbed.

Why is it that every time I see your serene face, I couldn’t help falling in love with you over and over again?

Why is it that every time I see those brown eyes, I get addicted and loose myself and never want to resurface again?

Why is it that every time I see you smile, I feel happier and all the pain seems to give way?

Why is it that every time I hear you speak, I feel more entertained than the best music’s?

Why is it that every time I touch you I feel complete?

Why is it that this bloody pump of mine chants your name in every beat?

Why is it that those eyes of mine always see your reflection in anything and everything it perceives?

Why is it that with every hair of yours that grow grey, I shall love you even more?

Why is it that with every moment I spend with you, I will have more memories to cherish?

Why is it that with every wrinkle that appears on your face, I will have one more thing to adore and appreciate?

Why is it that with every number that my spectacles would grow, and with all my fading eye sight, I would have a zillion images of yours in my memory as fresh and as vivid as ever?

Why is it that I would rather have one moment in your arms, one touch of your hand, one kiss of your lips, one reflection of mine in your eyes, one phrase from your mouth than eternity without it?

I simply do not know the reason.

Why is it that, heart is the only part which is often associated with love?

To me it's simply because it is the only organ in the human body which never ceases to beat just like my love for you shall never cease to exist.

Its not that I don't love you,it's just that I don't say.

James and Jessica stood still staring into each others eyes and their faces had traces of sempiternal pain. Maybe a choice was made without the consequences realized. Something horrible has happened, not a nuclear holocaust or economic recession but between them -an indiscretion perhaps or things said without meaning in moments of unqualified rage.

Jessica is standing with one hip against the balcony, glass of wine in one hand, jeans rolled up, barefoot on the cold stone, hair moving lazily in what could almost be called a breeze. She's smoking a cigarette but doesn't really mean it, doesn't need the nicotine; she's smoking because of the habitual remembrance of comfort of before.

James is a few feet away, elbows on the railing, offering a sympathetic apology in the form of a sideways smile. He smokes his cigarette typically, slowly, taking definite drags and exhaling, watching the smoke boil and fade.

They are standing in the balcony of a 16^th Floor building. It has a wrought iron railing, a table bought on the cheap with mismatched chairs and an umbrella that never stands straight. A potted plant in one corner, that hasn't yet started growing for the season.

Absolute silence prevailed in the environment, neither did they nor the plants or the table or the chair or the umbrella dared to break the silence.

Suddenly the silence was shattered. Jessica said, “Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving you before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feeling, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. You are my complete opposite, your lack of sensitivity, and the ability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. I want a divorce”.

After a prolonged period James could utter only one word "Why?”.

Jessica replied, "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!"

He kept silent the whole time, seemed to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

Jessica’s feeling of disappointment only increased; here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else could she hope from him?

And finally he asks her, "What can I do to change your mind?"

Looking deep into his eyes Jessica slowly answered: "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"

He said: "I will give you my answer tomorrow...".And they both went to sleep, although sleep was far away from their eyes.

Jessica’s hopes just sank by listening to his response. She woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a paper weight, on the dining table near the front door, that goes...

Jessica, "I would not pick that flower for you because I just couldn’t die now.”

The first line was already breaking her heart but she continued reading just to finalize her decision to leave him for ever...

"You have never been accustomed to cleaning a house so I have to save my hand so that we can live in a cleaner environment.

You always forget the house keys behind, so I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You always have the cramps whenever guests arrive; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the pain with a gentle massage.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always sit before the television, and that will do nothing good to your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and comb your hair; and tell you the color of the flowers as I hold your hand while strolling down the beach as we enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand.

Thus, dear Jessica, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet and die.

I never discovered a reason why I loved you, so how can I discover reasons to hate you. I have always loved you even if I never said it. It was just that I cared too much for our future which seems to have ruined our present. I promise that from now you will never have a single reason to abandon me in the midst because it is obviously I who need you the most.

Jessica’s tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting..."Now that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk and vegetables that I have to cook for us before I leave for office since you like my recepies more.

Jessica rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, the milk bottle, loaf of bread and vegetables...

Now she was very much sure that no one will ever love her as much as he does, and she had decided to leave the flower alone...

P.S:-I wasn't writing on this,so do not curse me if you do not like it.It just happened when I read a joke on husband and wives.

The Upcomings ! ! !

I get very little time to devote to writing blogs, thanks to my friends who keep on calling me for just one more game of “DOTA”. . . . . . Since I have started writing so will definitely write at least 1 post per week . . . . . . . . . . Here follows the things that I have something to talk about . . .

The Ghost who decides to die:-About a ghost who tries in vain to commit suicide in all the possible ways .In the process when he starts loving life he dies.

The butterfly effect:-What if we could change our past.

Angels and Demons:-The two faces of a single coin. The mere existence of one defines and justifies another.

Silence –A brutal assassin or a soothing friend:-Sometimes we want to be left alone and sometimes silence seems to devour us. With a story of a very beautiful lady as the lead role.

Rejection-A fatal blow:-Men are fragile. They tend to break instead of bending, a story.

“Ordinary”:-Every one was born with a gift. They remain ordinary as long as they don’t open the package.

Why does love fade away:-This one’s straight from my heart.

The First Impression:-How important is the first impression.

Murphy’s Laws:-All the laws that proved absolutely right for a loser. Still he comes out with flying colors.

The Escape: - Inspired by the series “Prison Break” and “24“, this would be an attempt to present something interesting, based on one of the terrorist attacks.

The Night Stalker:-Inspired with all the heroic characters that has been already created; I too would like to own one.

The Hoax:-A story with the backdrop of a traditional superstitious village.

So this post only intends to remind me what I wanted to write. ....Moreover if anyone happens to read this he/she may post his/her opinions about the topics and send interesting ideas to any/all of them.

Meanwhile read this cute love story, as the bike speaks.

http://lukingback.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-moments-decide-years.html

Or enjoy office life @ a senior Pallavi.

http://humor-in-nonsense.blogspot.com/2009/02/here-i-am-sitting-in-my-office-night.html