......the real meaning of "squeak, squeak"

Little things that happens in life can create a big impact. Sometimes it teaches one what life is all about. I’m here to narrate an incredible incident through which I understood real meaning of friendship. It is definitely not a road trip or my overseas memories but a small incredible experience that happened in my room. I really felt bad for not having a handy cam otherwise; I would have made a short film out of it. It was half past twelve in the afternoon; I had my pizza, chips, and drink. Two mice (my roomies, I had named them as Jordon and Gordon. PS: It's our bloody fate to accept them as our roomies) were playing happily. I hate them because they spoil most of our stuffs, particularly for biting our bills (paper according to them), etc. We bought a Glue Pad to trap them and we fixed it in a place close to their house (holes). What happened next? Did we trap them? Do you know the meaning of “SQUEAK, SQUEAK”? Read the story to enjoy an incredible experience, over to Jordon and Gordon.

‘Jordon! Jordon! Is everything ok Jordon?’ Gordon asks; He feels something is wrong with Jordon.
‘Gordy, stay there. I’m trapped. In fact, I’m gone.’ Jordon says.
‘Trapped? Are you sure because I don’t see any big instruments there,’ Gordon asks.

‘I’m sure idiot, please stay away. This seems to be a new technique to trap us.’ Jordon says. Gordon tries to help Jordon, ‘I said stay away. Don’t you understand?’ Jordon yells.

‘I do Jordon but I’m trying to get you out of this pad. In fact it is easy because this is not a machine.’ Gordon says.

‘It is glue or some kind of sticky substance that traps us easily. It is highly impossible to escape.’ Jordon cries.

‘But let me try my best before those human beings catches us’ Gordon says. He bites his friend hands to pull him out of the Glue Pad.
‘It pains a lot. Please leave me.’ Jordon cries.

‘One has to go through a lot of pain to taste success which will be incredible.’ Gordon advises and starts to pull him with full power.

‘It is working. I’m moving Gordon. Yay!’ Jordon says with pain, although he knows it is not going to work out, he wants to back his friend's plan.

‘Cool, let me try to pull you with my hands. I hope that should work out and please keep the spirits high.’ Gordon says and he tries his best to pull him out of the Glue Pad.

Half an hour have gone by, Jordon cries, ‘Ahhhhh!!! It is paining a lot Gordy. I cannot withstand the pain. Please let me die like this.’ He has given up.

‘Arise, Awake and Stop not till the Goal is reached! Don’t you remember the words of Swami Vivekananda?’ Gordon asks, and put his full power to pull him out of the Glue Pad.

‘I do, I do, I do! But there is no point in arising if you know that you had already missed the goal. I should have taken little care when I saw it but I failed. It is my mistake and I’ve to pay the price for it Gordy.’ Jordon says with tears in his eyes.

Still Gordon trying his luck to pull Jordon out of the Glue Pad with his hands but all his efforts goes in vain. He also realizes that his friend is losing his conscious. ‘Jordon! Jordon!’ he cries but nothing helps them.

‘Gordy, I’m fading out. It is time for you to leave. At least you stay alive and happy. I’m going to miss you my friend’ Jordon says; he sheds tears like a waterfall.

‘No way, no way! Jordon, I cannot live without you my friend.’ Gordon cries.
‘It’s all over Gordy, its fate. I’ve to leave this world.’ Jordon murmurs as he slowly loses his conscious.
‘I repeat I cannot live without you. Let me also come in. Let us die together.’ Gordon says
‘Are you nuts Gordy?’ Jordon shouts

‘I am, without you, my life will be terrible Jordon. I cannot see you die alone so it is better to die with you.’ Gordon says and he tries to walk inside the Glue Pad.

‘Stay there Gordy. I’m sure you will find a good friend. I’m sure you will be happy. Please stay away, please, please,’ Jordon shouts with his last bit of energy.

‘I cannot Jordon. I cannot live without you. I cannot survive without you. Let me die with you, please.’ Gordon says and walks inside the Glue Pad.

‘Why did you do this? At least you should have lived in this world right?’ Jordon whispers.
‘There is no world without you Jordon. It is better to die.’ Gordon says, and Jordon pass out.

‘This world is awful my friend. The human beings are deadly bad. They want to kill us just because we exist. It is better to die with you rather than to live alone in this awful world. They believe sixth sense is must to think and to convey emotions but they love, breakup, ditch, kill and do all sort of non-sense. In fact, they have to learn what true love is from us. Rest in peace dear Jordon! Our friendship is true. The love bond between us is priceless.’ Gordon says; he sees a human being taking the trap in his hand with a huge smile. ‘Fuck off humans. You can never be us. We are incredible friends!’

I had tears on seeing them. I cannot kill them at any cost so I gave the Glue Pad to my landlord. I couldn’t do anything else after witnessing such an incredible friendship. I envy them, seriously I do. It is an incredible lesson to all human beings who hates someone for their color, religion, or anything that differ between two hearts. If you cannot live like those mice at least try to live with basic values a human should possess. It’s a kind request.

I as a part of IndiBlogger contest, ‘Incredible Stories in association with Mahindra XUV 500’ have published this post. The contest is to write about, "Do you have an incredible experience to share?" I had none until I experienced this. I personally thank those two mice for inspiring me to write and to IndiBlogger and Mahindra for hosting the contest.

PS: This post is written to bring to your notice about incredible friendship. It is incredible to watch those two mice squeaks and their conversation was worth to share. They didn’t give up in a minute or so, they tried their best for an hour and finally the other walked in the Glue Pad to die with his friend. That’s real friendship, I salute it, and I envy too.

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my life.. her shadow...

I heartily thank IndiBlogger for hosting creative contests and help us to nurture our talent and to write creative stories from the mind or to pen down true reflections from the heart, smiles! There are two exciting contest running at the moment, The Kissan 100% Real Blogger Contest and Around The World With Expedia, and I felt the former is too close to my heart as I realized how beautiful was my childhood days. Moreover, I am not going to write one more love story or a creative fiction for the contest as I did in the past, because I wanted to express something close to my heart, my childhood days and the 100% Real experience that made me whatever I am today.

Whether it is curse or boon, I am not sure how to call it, whatever it may; it taught me what life is. The best place I lived so far in my lifetime is my mother's womb, after that it is my sweet home. It is sweet not because of what people cherish, its size, colourful, or the high priced decorative things, in fact never we had any of those mentioned but my sweet family made it a sweet home. Although it is being built by hands woven with coconut leaves by my grandfather years back, it is our Taj Mahal and I spent my golden childhood days there. The house made us live closely with the nature because at night I can enjoy the stars through the roof holes, at day I can feel the hot sun and at rainy season I can enjoy the waterfall without visiting Niagara Falls, I mean the rainfall that pours through the roof holes. I slept peacefully even in that little house because I had my sweet family with me.

What is so special about my family, well my family itself is special because of my mom, dad, elder sister, more than three dozens of hens, two dogs, six cats, three mango trees, and a beautiful garden, which closely associated me with nature and lives. I am a master at climbing tree and mango tree is my favourite one, whenever I feel hot, the next moment I will be on the tree to enjoy the nature’s gift. I am close to hens, dogs (Snoopy and Browny), cats (Jessie, Poruki, Sweety, Janu, Swamy and Tiger) as I enjoyed each passing seconds in such a sweet environment despite we were a poor family and my father monthly wage was less than what I earn in a day today.

The dream to live a good life helped me to join a government school with two sets of uniform, slate and Balpam (writing stick). I learnt 'a', 'ah', 'e', 'ee' acting as if I am writing without actually re-writing on the slate to save the writing stick for a week. The hunger to gain knowledge was more than the actual hunger.

செவுக்குண வில்லாத போழ்து சிறிது
வயிற்றுக்கும் ஈயப் படும்.

Translation:
When 'tis no longer time the listening ear to feed
With trifling dole of food, supply the body's need.

I sipped knowledge as a supplement for food. The hunger to learn helped me to stay as the best in whatever I do.

Slowly we built a small house, and my brother was born. Our economic condition was much better than years before, I mean at least twice in a day we were able to have food and sometimes my brother and sister having idli's (rice cake), father and me having paluthu and my sweet mom having only water was our new stage.

As days passed, I became the hero of my little school with my intelligence. Be it a teacher or a student, whomever they may be, they know my name, which made my parents proud and I am happy to hear, ‘you are the best’. In order to fulfil the increasing needs of the family, my mom and I started taking tuitions in the evening under the mango tree. We had a good crowd as I was known for my Mathematics skill in my place. When multiplication was a huge headache at that age, I helped people with tips and tricks to do calculations easily, say for eg., 55*55 = 3025, 105* 105 = 11025 but how many of you can do this in a second?

 2
115 x 115
   575
  115
 115 .
13225

This is how we do it right but I taught a simple way... Any square ending with 5 can be calculated with this technique – 115 * 115 = (11*12 = 132) (5*5 = 25) = 13225, 65*65 = (6*7 = 42) (5*5) = 4225.

How much is 99*99? Is it that tough to calculate? Simple, Consider x=99, (x*(x+1))-x --> (99*(99+1))-99 --> (99*100)-99 --> 9900-99 --> 9801, simple right?

29*29 ? Please apply the formulae, (29*(29+1))-29 --> (29*30)-29 --> (870-29) --> 841. But how to multiply 29*30, Do you think it is difficult, simple, (30*30)-30 --> (900-30) --> 870.. This technique applies to any number ending with 9.. Easy right..?

It make life easy when compared to the traditional method. I learnt and taught many such techniques and approaches for multiplication, division and for solving algebra expressions, which enriched my mind.

Before going to bed my mother used to narrate stories in my mother tongue under the moon, which I visualize and laugh at it, may be visualizing a dream character in that small age may have enriched my brain to dream and write creative stories. Her stories always had an emotional touch to it and whenever I ask her the reason, she said, ‘there is something more than money in life and that’s love’. She always showed me how to stay strong even at our troublesome times and made me learn, ‘Whatever happens in life, stay strong and give your best.’

ஈன்ற பொழுதில் பெரிதுவக்கும் தன் மகனை சான்றோன் எனக் கேட்ட தாய்

Translation:
On hearing that her son did an outstanding job, her joy will be boundless and more than the moment, she gifted him to this world.

Days rolled on and I made my parents proud by scoring well in public exams, won many cash awards, and by joining the Engineering College. I did well in my UG too and got into one of the top IT companies of India. I never let go any opportunities that come my way, I gave my best and that is what made me whatever I am today.

Last year when my dad went down to earth with abdominal pain, later confirmed as abdominal carcinoma and to be operated by SUPRA MAJOR OPERATION BY WHIPPLE PROCEDURE. She said, ‘Whatever happens in life, stay strong and give your best.’ She is the true spirit of a woman who fought with so many issues in life to bring up my sister, brother and me as achievers. Salute you Mom!

The write-up may seem to be simple, and you may think what is so special in it. But the 100% real experiences in my life are learnt from my Mom’s words, ‘there is something more than money in life and that’s love’, ‘Whatever happens in life, stay strong and give your best.’ ‘Never let go any opportunities, give your best and show the world that you are the best’.

Whatever I have done till now and whatever I will do hereafter will be because of her! I live for her and more than anyone else in the world, I love her lot. She is a selfless, noble soul, a pure lamp burning through eternity before God’s throne. She is my inspiration, she is my living God, she is my real self, and she is my life. I will never be able to end this write-up even though I write billion words about her, because ‘I am her son’. The post, "my life.. her shadow..." is personally dedicated to my sweet mom, who inspired and taught me what life is with her 100% real experiences.

Thank you Ma! Proud to be your Son!

PS: I as a part of IndiBlogger, ‘The Kissan 100% Real Blogger ’ Contest, have published this post. The contest is to, "Write about the "100% real" experiences you had growing up." I personally thank IndiBlogger and Kissan for hosting this particular contest because I've got a perfect chance to write about my mom. Dear Reader! Be it positive or negative feedback, do leave your footprints..!

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~........bLAcK aNd wHiTE........~

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 24; the Twenty-Fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is BLACK AND WHITE.

‘Please... Please… I hope you will understand... More than anyone else in this awful world, I love my Mom a lot, I live for her, I breathe for her, and that is why I do not want to betray her... Please let’s part...’ she left the park after tearing her part.

Breathless I am, cannot utter a word too, sat on the bench as if as a dead man because my world became black, ‘When did I saw her first?’ ‘Why did I fall for her?’ I do have an answer for this but…

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‘Look at her, she is damn cute,’ my friend said in an excited voice, my eyes searched for an angel through the car’s rear window and I happily smiled on seeing her though my monochromatic eyes. My heart skipped a beat, I said ‘She is a song’, and fought with my eyes to stop staring at her but my eyes won the battle. The reason behind to describe her as a song is whenever we hear a beautiful song we will hymn the song all throughout the day. She is such a cutie; my eyes hymned her beautiful image in black and white from the moment I saw her.

I reached office a little late than usual after the cynosure treat and as usual, I sat before the stupid monitor that always showed a bug in my code. Though frustrating to work, I loved my job because I wanted to stay as the best in whatever things I do and that day was not a usual day because I met my destiny, my life or my breath.

‘Sid, meet Ms. Isha, she is going to be your backup from today, so arrange for a proper knowledge transfer session for her’ Ram, my sweet manager said those happy words; ‘Sure, I will do a proper session Ram.’ I said and a ‘Hi’ to Isha carelessly at first and later recognized that she is the beautiful song that my eyes loved to hymn. ‘Oh My God, what a woman she is, no not just a woman, I would say an angel, nope, she is a beautiful song and my sweet junior in office. Cool, cool Sid, maintain your position as a senior’ I said to myself many times to control myself from staring at her.

She sat next to me because of two reasons; one is that she wants to learn the technology and the other she do not have a separate cubicle to sit and I was happiest man because of the above-mentioned two reasons. Whenever our eyes met, we exchanged a smile and sometimes I stared at her for a long time researching how sweet it would be if I have to taste her lips, though I shouldn't do that but still I cannot help myself. ‘Sir, Sir, Sir,’ she would’ve said that word at least for nine hundred and ninety nine times, and rounded it off to the magical number thousand when she said a Goodbye at the end of the day. I insisted her not to say Sir because I am not her professor but her colleague and advised her to call me as Sid. She nodded her head and she came with me to find the way to get out of the hectic hell.

‘By the way where are you staying?’ she questioned with a sweet smile; Well, her smiled killed me without any weapon and I responded to her, ‘I live close to BTM Water Tank’, she responded, ‘Hey even I live close to BTM Water Tank’ and the conversation rooted to all the parts of the world. ‘Although I speak a lot with my friends today I am wordless’, I said, she smiled, that parted us from day1.

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I was wordless when she was with me but today my world itself has less hope, and it has no colour without her and I am… I am….

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The next day I decided to speak a little with her but the moment she reached the stop every resolution of mine went to dust, my heart skipped a beat, and my eyes continued hymning her image, the beautiful song. ‘Hi,’ was the first lyric written by me, and, ‘Good Morning’ was the second phrase added by her to the sweet song. We got into the cab and sat next to each other. ‘Hey! I read your poem, First Waters, I should say it is the best work I’ve read in my lifetime’ she said and I thanked her, ‘so… Who is the lucky girl’ she asked me with excited beautiful eyes, ‘I rhymed it for my dream one’ I said with a sweet smile and the world went unnoticed for the next twenty minutes.

As soon as we reached the office, we started to stare at the stupid monitor that never showed an output. Although it ate my brain in the name of bug, it did some favour in the past but today my brain stopped working not because of the work stress but because of the beautiful song was sitting next to me and we ended up in zero productivity. ‘Perhaps the best performer had a bad day, isn’t it?’ her soothing words sounded so sweet, I smiled a response and said to myself, ‘Perhaps the best performer brain had stopped working’.

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I was brainless that day but today I am colourless without my colourful life…

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Days rolled on, the sweet music is now sweeter than sweetest sweet as we became closer and closer, discovered what love is in our eyes. I waited for a perfect day to propose my love and that special day happened to be her birthday which came sooner than expected but my words was as usual struck as I said, ‘Happy Birthday Isha,’ and turned back to start. ‘Sid, Sid, wait a minute?’ she stumbled for words; I nodded with a sweet smile. ‘Thanks a lot for your special wish’ she said, in-turn I smiled, she smiled and left the place with a bittersweet smile.

Frustrated to the peak because I was unable to convey my love to her; I went to my cubicle and the moment I saw a sticky note written by her, I flied to sky, may be to cloud nine, or may be to a higher place that that. ‘Idiot, Calm down’ she said, I said, ‘I don’t have words to say how much I love you, so here I go’, I went on my knee, and uttered those beautiful words; ‘Will you be my breath?’ She ran from the place blushing and shouting, ‘Be my breath until I breathe my last...’ I was not sure on how to react so stood like a tree, and by end of the day, I took her to Landmark Shop to buy her a teddy bear. She was excited to the core, which her eyes conveyed, and she selected many teddies in different colours and asked for my suggestion and I said, ‘beautiful’ for all the colour teddies.

‘Hey idiot I love purple colour but I want you to select a teddy of your choice’ she said, ‘Well that’s right my sweetheart but I can see them only in black and white through my monochromatic eyes’ I said; Her eyes became wet on hearing me as she couldn’t control herself but I made her calm with my words and the romance continued... Aww, what a day it was! As soon as I reached home, I messaged her as...

'My hands told me I’m shivering with fear,
When I only thought of saying it to my dear!

Heart became restless and sounded louder,
Seconds before, it was as silent as falling powder.

Thoughts crept into the mind with great force,
Confused, and stopped it from thinking, of course!

I would imagine that future, a few hours away;
That would burden it with my past straightaway.

Carrying an untold love is heavy, indeed;
Courage, real courage is what I need!

Hiding my fear, or hiding myself in fear,
I came to you and looked at you, my dear.

That very sight quenched the restless senses,
Which were thirsty for that real courage!

I became my natural self, totally myself;
And realized you were surely my real self.

Few words said, I saw the ‘heavy’ love,
Getting dissolved in us as it reached you!’

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The sweetest poem I have ever penned is for the sweetest music my monochromatic eyes used to hymn but today my world is black, so my words and I… Day becomes night or the night became day I never know, the time froze as I sat on the bench. I took my mobile and sent a message to her as,

‘The bridge is not so long
I can come to you along

The cold is killing you and me
I can give you, myself, and me

The hurting reasons make me wait
I still love you with all my heart

The sweet memories never fade away
I wish eternal love and peace in our way.’

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More than a dozen of times, I had waited for her in the same park and with all my love composed many sweet rhymes dedicating to her and this one on a romantic evening...

On a pleasant evening with the moon,
I rhymed waters for you to reach soon!
With the birds singing the song,
I rhymed waters with you along!

Trees dances with the gentle breeze,
I rhymed waters for time to freeze!
With plectrum striking the guitar strings,
I rhymed waters with your lips!

Tuning the scales with the pegs,
I rhymed waters for thy bliss!
With the heavy love watering the soul,
I rhymed waters for my twin soul!

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But today I am waiting even though I know that you will not come… Tears thundered from my eyes now and then, my mobile beeped and the message conveyed, ‘Please come to the park, I wish to meet you for one last time’. My heart flied like a butterfly because the white moon can be seen in the dark black sky at least for one last time and I replied to her as, ‘I left neither you nor the park’…

She came running to the park, stood before me for a second, and hugged me saying ‘I cannot dream of leaving you idiot but…’ She neither uttered a word nor she move from me and I heard my mobile beep once again, and read the new message from her.

Dear :-)
You are so special to me :-)
I never met such a sweet person in my lifetime :-)
Neither my Mom nor you are the reason for me to part but, :-(
God, I may die anytime of this killing blood cancer :-(
Never know that I am suffering from this dreadful disease :-(
I do not want to go away from your life but fate does, so please forgive me :-(
You are so special to me :-)
Dear, I may leave anytime… Have a beautiful life :-)

My life became black and I felt a little wet on my shoulder, so I lifted her and saw blood pouring out of her mouth, I cried, ‘Isha, Isha, Isha, Isha… but… God, God..God... You did the mistake.. You did the mistake...’

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She shouted, 'Hey Idiot! Happy Valentine’s Day! How can I miss my life?’ She hugged and kissed me madly and I said, ‘The black clouds may cover the white moon for few hours but it’s not forever' and I saw a colourful life through her eyes although I am colour-blind (monochromatic).’.

‘I LOVE HER MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE IN THIS WORLD BECAUSE SHE IS THE ANGEL I'D LOVE TO KISS EVERYDAY AND I HATED HER FOR MAKING MY WORLD BLACK FOR A DAY OR SO’

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What can a sharp mind and fiery tongue can do in a sticky situation

This post have won in ‘Sets You On Fire’Contest, organized by IndiBlogger in association with KFC. I thank all the sweethearts for selecting my post as one of the winning entries. Thank you for your support. Happy Man.. Thank you thank you thank you...

‘Once again you made love with your dream girl’ her words resonated with huge excitement. ‘Of course I did’ I said, on hearing my words she started to blush, so she stayed away from webcam. ‘Ohi… Please do not imagine yourself in that situation. Come inside the webcam frame.’ I said. ‘Nah... I did not’, but her eyes told she indeed imagined herself in that situation. ‘So you are going to write about your dream!’ her question sounded like an answer. ‘No. I lost the interest in writing.’ I said. She was surprised on hearing me so she was bugging me to reveal the reason for my statement. I said, ‘I am person who write to find peace in life or to share my happiness but after landing in London, I found neither, moreover I miss my mom because it is almost ninety days since I ate the delicious healthy food cooked by my mom and that’s pretty much the reason.’ She did not reply a word because she is in the same situation and that made her eyes upset, so in order to cheer her up I changed the topic after a virtual friendly hug.

‘IndiBlogger has announced a new contest ‘SETS YOU ON FIRE’ in association with KFC’ I said, ‘KFC! Wow! I love KFC chickens, the best among the best.’ She said. ‘I could feel your love with KFC from your words’ I said. ‘Yeah! I love yummy fried chickens and KFC is the best.’ she said, and I felt the excitement in her eyes because eyes never lie.

‘Hello! Lost in my eyes?’ she questioned, I smiled, ‘Just kidding! Did you win in the ‘Dove’ contest?’ she questioned, ‘Of course I do… I won several hearts with my post and you are one of those hearts’ I said, ‘Of course! You have won my heart with your words, Mr. Writer!’ she said, I smiled; she smiled, and said ‘Let me ask a question and if you answer to this then you are the winner of this contest. What is the abbreviation of KFC?’ ‘Kentucky Fried Chicken, I think even little kids know this!’ I said, ‘He he he... Ok tell me about the contest.’ She said.

‘The contest is to describe an event where your sharp mind and fiery tongue got you out of a sticky situation.’ I said, she said, ‘Wait let me tell the story Mr. Romancer! The story line will be a writer narrating how his sharp mind and fiery tongue got him out of misunderstanding with his wife that his stories were true and he had many girlfriends.’ ‘He he he... That’s an old story my dear friend.’ I said, she smiled, and said, ‘Ok ok ok… I think… A cute little baby questioning his father on how much he love his mother and that too before his mother…’

‘That's very sticky but... Nah... Enough of writing love stories and dreams. This time if I write I may write about a fiery funny incident happened in my college life, a story about my gang.’ I said, she said, ‘Fiery funny incident! Interesting, please narrate it to me... Please…’ ‘I would love to…’ I said, ‘Please go ahead, Mr. Writer’ she said.

Our college is known as central jail for its strict rules and regulations. Even if you forget to bring record to a lab, actually a small mistake but considered as criminal offense and that person internal marks will be screwed up and in the worst case he may be suspended for a week. In such environment we, a gang of ten raw students who are the best in studies, extracurricular activities, and mischief activities ruled the college. We neither bothered to stay as outstanding (out-standing) students nor about the suspensions. Actually, in the history of our college, we are the only batch who was never suspended, due to any mischief activities until that event happened.

‘Out-Standing, just like me.. C’mon tell me what happened…’ she said,

This incident happened exactly three and half years ago in my final semester. Anand (யானை), a fat sweet-hearted person who always creates a funny environment in our class once stuck in a sticky situation and was about to be fired out of my college but his sharp mind helped to get him out of the sticky situation.

‘Anand... or… ok continue…’ she said...

One of our college rules is either to write or to fill first two papers in the cycle or model test answer sheets or else they have to bring their parents to college. I know it is a stupid rule but what to do rules are rules and it has to be followed in my college.

‘Yeah... yeah... Rules are rules... I hate rules....’ she said…

We do follow rules for most of the papers but ISD (Information System Design) is an exception not because it is a dry subject but because of the stupid idiotic lecturer who handled that paper. She always irritate by assigning seminars because she don’t know even abs about that paper but she acts as if she knows everything and moreover even if we write the correct answers she evaluates poorly which adds fuel to the fire. Because of this reason, we planned to answer only for two papers for the model exams and as planned, we wrote our love stories for ISD Model exam but Anand went a step ahead, drew the lecturer picture in the answer sheet (PS: He is very good at this).

‘He drew the picture of your lecturer? OMG what happened then?’ her eyes awaited for my answer.

What can happen other than suspension? Simple isn’t it? Actually as soon as we came out of the examination hall, Anand revealed about this. I was little afraid because we have no suspension streak for the past three and half years despite our mischief activities but this time I had no hope. And as expected, our lecturer started evaluating our gang papers in the first break, as soon as she saw this she complained to our HOD.

‘OMG… What did you HOD say then? Don’t say your HOD asked him to meet principal’ she said.

As usual our HOD asked Anand and me (class rep) to report in his room. I was really tensed about the situation but Mr. Cool (Anand) was as usual stood like a pillar and our lecturer was firing at us about various issues that almost fried us as well as our HOD, he said, ‘What’s all this? Is this the way you behave in your final semester? Should I suspend you?’ I was literally dead because we do not have a loophole to escape out of this sticky situation but…

‘But... please tell me....’ she said.

But Mr. Cool’s sharp mind and fiery tongue did the trick. All of a sudden, Anand fired a question to our HOD. ‘Sir, Did you ever seen me bringing pen to the exams?’ ‘No... I myself have lend my pen on few occasions but you never gave it back’ HOD said. ‘Then how will I bring a pencil? Our mam challenged us that she will suspend us by cooking a story but I never thought she would cook such cheap stories.’ Anand Said and everyone started to think, I got the niche, so I started to shout at our mam, they shouted back at us, and we, almost like street dogs, finally HOD requested us to leave this issue.

We came out of the room smiling because his sharp mind and fiery tongue not only saved us to get out the sticky situation but also to maintain the streak of first and most mischief batch to pass out without any suspensions.

‘Wow, you guys have enjoyed your college days like anything....’ She said, ‘Yeah we did.’ I said, ‘Why don’t you write this incident for the contest.’ She said. ‘As I said I lost interest in writing so I am not sure’ I said

‘Please you should, and you will if you really love your dream girl’ she smiled. I smiled when I was about to press on Publish button and I hope you will smile when you read this post.

PS: I as a part of IndiBlogger, ‘Sets You On Fire’ Contest, have published this post. The contest is to, "Describe an event where your sharp mind and fiery tongue got you out of a sticky situation. Do leave your footprints to add a smile to my face..

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~ dream ~ love ~

Wow! Two extra hours a day! What more do a software engineer need other than two extra free hours a day? Just two free minutes a day itself a big bonus for a software engineer like me, thinking of two extra hours a day is a boon for me and what will I do? Please see my eyes in the picture below, is it too red?

The eyes are too red because of the strain caused to my eyes due to hectic work, stupid managers, and stupid people around me, but they are actually sweet, otherwise, I would have written this post from Bangalore and not from London. So if we have to achieve something in life then we have to be 'flexible', one of the word I hate the most in IT industry, and of course ‘deadline’, lays in the top of the list. Since these words become an integral part of my life, imagining of two extra hours is a boon, and if it happens, then undoubtedly I will sleep in that two extra free hours.

‘Sleep??? Why the hell? What he gonna do when sleeping?’ I know people may wish to ask this question, and the answer is simple… ‘Dream’…

‘Dream..? What is so special about dreams?’ Is that your next question? Well, in that case my answer would be, ‘Yes, I write what I dream, and that’s why this blog is a sweet dedication to my dream angel who ignited my muse to pen romantic verse’

As I said in ‘About Me', I met an angel in my dreams, fell in love with her and for whom I first penned a poem titled “Sorry”

Sorry to wake you in your sleep!
Sorry for hugging you last night that deep!
Sorry to implant my lips on yours!
Sorry for tasting it for some hours!
Sorry to reveal those unheard words!
Sorry for wishing that not to be my dreams!

From that day onwards, I started to pen down free verse, rhymes, most of them being romantic ones as the one who inspired me being the sweetest dream girl in this world and she is the reason for my 280 posts that includes this. Here is one of the poems very close to my heart, and to my dream girl, because ‘love’ means ‘dreamy she is....’

Silently, I waited; I searched for the signs.
I looked all around for myself different from me.
The lavender rays glittering in the air,
Of which the dandelion sun had no share!
The sweetness of time, gone without notice.
All because of the treasure, I cannot miss!
The senses submitted themselves to a superior sense,
That rose above and names itself 'Love'.
But the waters are new and the feet are weak.
What if I slipped and got myself drowned?
The light of hope accompanied the thirst;
The fear became an imagination, forgotten first.
Will the light lead me o the sun?
Or blind me with its overpowering force?
I step into the waters trusting the light,
That broke the silence of my searching eyes.

The dreams not only broke the silence of searching eyes but also the silence of my pen, my inferiority complex (I studied in a Government school where teachers felt hard to teach us English but my dreams nurtured my language, but still I feel my grammar and sentence structure is not that great and I am working on it).

'So, what’s the point?’ The point is only if I sleep I can dream, only if I dream I can write, only if I write you can enjoy my (S)mileS, but sleeping for four hours a day is a biggest challenge in my life so I can't even imagine of two extra free hours and if you see here in FB,just for one extra an hour on a particular day, I was excited a lot, thinking of two extra hours a day, and that too daily, is the best gift one could give it to me, and I am sure not even materialistic gifts can give that happiness to me because my dreams help me to win several thousand hearts like you. PS: (You are one of those hearts if you love my dreams (posts)).

If it happens in real life, 'two extra hours a day', is a great boon for me, my health, blog and definitely for you too.

PS: I as a part of IndiBlogger, ‘Surf Excel Matic GetSmart’ Contest, have published this post. The contest is about, "Surf Excel Matic is smart enough to get rid of stains while your clothes are inside your washing machine, so you don't have to spend your precious time doing it seperately. Let the detergent do the washing, while you spend time with your family! and If you had two extra hours in a day, how would you spend it?" My dear friends if you love the way I would spend those two extra free hours then promote this post on IndiBlogger. Also do leave your footprints to add a smile to my face.. Love this dream then share it with your friends too, let they also enjoy this dream as you did, Hit 'Like' or share as you wish.

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~ Will my life be colourful? ~

This post have won in Take Flight With Color Contest organized by IndiBlogger in association with HP (LaserJet Printer ~ colours your Business and Life). I thank all the sweethearts for selecting my post as one of the winning entries. Thank you for your prayers, votes and wishes.. Happy Man.. Thank you thank you thank you...

I was sitting outside the scan room waiting for my dad to come out. Life was dark and black from last Friday (17-06-2011). But then... how colourful it was before? I silently closed my eyes and revisited my sweet colourful memories.

My sweet family is richer than richest in love and affection but yet to grow in monetary values. It consists of five flowers, first my dad 'Mr. Murugan' working as a painter, my mom 'Mrs. Meenakshi Murugan' a perfect homemaker, my elder sister 'Priya Arun' she is married and a perfect homemaker and my younger brother, ‘Raja' pursuing his B.Sc in Nautical Science. Although I am in Bangalore, my bro in his college hostel, my sister in her home and my parents in our home, whenever we meet it was fun, smiles, happiness and colourful altogether. This is my sweet home which had seen all our smiles and colourful moments of life right from the moment I was born until last Friday.

It is a big list and I love to mention a few...

“Da-daddy ‘I learnt A,B,C’ showing my slate to my sweet dad and mom

“Daddy, ‘First Rank’ I shouted showing my U.K.G report card to my dad and mom

“‘2 x 5 =’ 10, I smiled happily after answering my dad correctly

“‘Thanks dad for the pencil’... I was much excited about writing with ‘Natraj Pencil’

“‘Daddy, my sweet bro’... I exclaimed touching my mom’s stomach, they said not to dream about bro as God only knows the gender of the child but I strongly said the baby will be a boy baby and as I believed, my sweet bro touched this earth on March 31, 1993.

“‘aww, my bro and my sis are the sweetest person in this world’ I exclaimed now and then

“‘The luckiest person in the world is ...’ I happily shouted after completing my fifth Standard Annual Exams.

“‘ahooooooooooo... today my Sweet sister scored 481 in X Standard Public Examination (School First, State 10th)... Wow’ I said proudly to this world
‘It is my turn to register my name and I did so by scoring centum in Mathematics X Standard Public Exams’

“‘I got a merit seat in one of the top university of India’... I was happy man then.

“‘Aww... I got selected in Campus Interview’, it was proud moment for my dad and Mom... Awww...

“‘Wow, today I received my first salary. This Sms is an acknowledgement... Wow...” I exclaimed...

“‘Bro, you did it’ I congratulated him when he managed to get seat for Nautical Science (his dream).

“‘Wow, my niece scored 492/500, State Fifth (X Standard Public Examination)

And it goes on...

Uncountable sweet colourful moments in my life and SmileS, as I say I was enjoying every single moment in my sweet of journey called ‘Life’ and its reflections is my blog, ‘Few Miles’, a colourful love blog. It has seen many colourful moments right from the moment I first started this blog and here are few of those..

I was happily dreaming about my life, and they planned to get me married, Life was colourful but when my dad went down to earth with abdominal pain. My heart stopped for a minute, and he was taken to the hospital where he was first given treatment to control the unbearable pain. Later doctors doubted about the possibility of any tumour in stomach, so we were advised for endoscopy, which revealed the truth, and on different scans and tests, they confirmed that my sweet father who brought me up in life with all pain is suffering from carcinoma in large intestine.

I never thought this would happen to my dad but… God made it happen… I am so disturbed from the moment I heard this. I’m void, my life is dark and black, and with pain all around me, I could just shed blood from my pen.

and here is a poem for my dad (I penned this on Father’s Day)...

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time; you first embraced me and said,
“You are my gift and nothing can equal my happiness”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time when I first uttered “apppaaa” ~ “daddy) and I know
“You love me a lot and nothing can equal your love”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time when I held your hands and tried to walk, you said
“You are my world and one day you will be the king of this world”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time when I first went to school crying, you said
“You are my son and you will make me proud one day”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time; you taught me cycling and said,
“You are the best, and you will succeed in all your endeavours”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time when I scored centum in State Examination, and you said
“You made me proud my son”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time; you advised me to take good care of myself and learn English in college
“You are the king and you will prove you to this world”

O my Dear Dad,
I remember the time when I first left home to a new world, and you said
“You are a neonate, take care of yourself”

O my Dear Dad,
Today I’m here, tears are my friend, God is my only hope and I wish
“You should be alright soon”

Before taking leave, I request all of you to pray for my DAD, and wish him good wishes as Monday, he is gonna to be operated (Carcinoma ~ SUPRA MAJOR OPERATION BY WHIPPLE PROCEDURE). I wish and pray to God that he should be fine after this operation. So please pray for my DAD to get well soon.

and will my life be colourful as it was before last Friday? Will this Monday bring back the colours to my life???

Updates (click here):

27-06-2011 ~ 20:15 ~ I wholeheartedly thank all the lovable hearts who prayed for my DAD’s Operation. It was one of the major operation that happened in the hospital (9:00 HRS), because they have to remove some parts of large intestine and mouth of pancreas which were affected by cancer cells. He is fine now, they have kept him in ventilation, and he will be in ICU for the next three days. Please PRAY for him to recover soon. Thank you All for your BLESSINGS.

28-06-2011 ~ 19:01 ~ Hmmm… I spoke with my DAD today, ‘Dad’, ‘I am fine Son. I don’t have any pain and I hope I will be shifted to normal ward soon. Is Mom there?’ he spoke for one minute, but I suggested him to speak less ~ Happy Man ~ PRAY FOR HIM

29-06-2011 ~ 18:18 ~ Thanks for all your Prayers.. Dad is recovering soon..

01-07-2011 ~ 22:36 ~ Thanks for your Prayers.. His digestive system is functioning properly ~ Happy Man

06-07-2011 ~ 11:30 ~ Thank God, Dad is now shifted to normal ward

11-07-2011 ~ 06:00 ~ The Day I was waiting for... My Dad will be discharged from hospital by EOD

The hearts praying for my DAD's Good Health is GOD to me.. So, I see many God's here, and Everywhere...

and I am sharing this post with IndiBlogger ‘Take Flight With Colour’ Contest in association with HP (LaserJet Printer ~ colours your Business and Life).

Thank you so much for your prayers... Today Dad is getting discharged from hospital.. Happpy Mannn....... I Thank and Owe IndiBlogger for helping to reach as many hearts as possible with this contest. Thank IndiBloggerji and all the hearts praying for my DAD's Good Health. Thanks and if you wish, promote this post on IndiBlogger

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The Untold Story - The Knot She Tied Took Her Life

It was not a usual day for me, and I was emotional right from the moment I read her diary. ‘Have you ever seen an angel?’ I am not sure of your answer but I have seen one today. I don’t wish to reveal her name or any of the people in this untold-story. I don’t want to take any credits or copyrights, so I wish the content copyrights be with her soul and credits to Bangalore Mirror.



Sweety, 26-yr-old killed herself just three months after her dream marriage turned into a nightmare following the revelation of her hubby’s illicit affair. Her diary was her only friend and today it reveals the untold story.



The characters mentioned in her diary……………………….

The Angel (Sweety), Her Hubby (Smartu, Mikku) Papaji and Mummiji (Her hubby parents) Papa and Mummy (her parents) Bro(Sweety’s brother) Girlfriend (Smartu’s girlfriend)

Sweety, a bubbly, educated, enterprising young woman from Bihar was engaged to Software Engineer in Bangalore on Jan 23 this year. Life, as she saw it then, had taken on a rosy hue beyond her wildest imagination a good-looking, loving husband with a nice job, a new comfortable life in a big city, all the other fruits of happy domesticity, leavened by loads of love, to follow... They got married on Feb 27, and in the next three months all her dreams got shattered. On June 2, she hung herself. Her diary, her only friend, which records her emotions and feelings ever since she first met him to her final hours. Bangalore Mirror reproduced a slightly abridged version of it and I reproduce here more abridged version of it (Names are removed).

JAN 1

...HAPPY
NEW...
...YEAR

Today is New Year and for the first time, instead of wishing you first diary, I wished my Smartu... You were second this time.

JAN 3

We shopped for 15 saris for the wedding.

JAN 5

I prepared a three-page shopping list for Smartu ... Today Smartu told me about his girlfriends. I thought if I am getting a guy like him, I should adjust with these things. But I have faith in him and I don’t think he will cheat me. I have tied him with my love.

JAN 6

I love my sasural because I’m getting Smartu just because of them. For the first time I told him, I love you.

JAN 7

My day starts with wishing my Smartu, and every day I wish him at 4 am in the morning. He told me today that till the day of our engagement, (Jan 23) I should not message him or call him. He felt that if we speak every day, the excitement and spark would disappear from our relationship. I feel he will not love me. I felt I was unable to create any kind of feelings in him.

JAN 9

I feel he also misses me a lot. He called to say that I should not tell anyone of the condition that he has imposed on me. He told me that he missed me a lot. I think he missed me and I want him to miss me. I want him to start loving me... It’s just the beginning and he will love me.

JAN 10

I didn’t wish him in the morning and I felt guilty. He wished me and spoke to me today. It was romantic. It’s all new to me. He asked me many lovely questions and I felt happy and blushed with delight. I made him happy with my answers. I felt very happy and loved him more when he said we will become good friends before we were married. Today, he told me that another girl had stolen his heart before we met, but there was nothing between them except that he had a soft corner for that girl. I don’t have a problem with this, but I will tease him about it. My in-laws are very good to me. I’m going to sleep now. Smartu...

JAN 14

Today is Makara Sankranti and I wished him. We had good food but I missed him a lot. I was worried about his lunch. I had a feast, but he didn’t have anything special. If I had a chance I would have gone to him and prepared his favorite chavel, dal, aalo ka bhujia, panneer ki sabji and dhania patta ki chatni. My parents and I spoke to him and his parents on this festival day.

JAN 15

Something happened today. He talked strangely to me. He thinks that he does not deserve me and that I’m an invisible frame in front of him. But I know he is best for me and that he is beyond my expectations. My love for him increases every day. But I don’t know what he thinks. But it’s ok. On the 21st, he will come here. I long for the 23rd.I can’t wait for that day.

JAN 16

Today Smartus sister came to Patna. Papa went to meet her and gave her Rs 1,00,000. I miss my Smartu.

JAN 18

His mother, I mean Mummiji, called up to tell me to buy a good gift for Smartus sister. I told her that I will give her a gift which she will never forget in her life. That sounded rude to her and I immediately apologized. We shopped for things for my engagement and marriage. Papa told me that that we had three more rounds of shopping to do. I am learning a lot nowadays, something new every time. With each passing day, my excitement is growing. My life is taking a new turn. It’s the beginning of a new chapter in my life. Its titled LOVE.

JAN 20

I packed my bags and travelled to Patna to get ready for the engagement. I spoke to Smartu and we discussed about where we would honeymoon. We haven’t decided yet, but it might be some place in the northeast. I booked the same room in Hotel Mayur where Smartu and I first met. My Smartu is coming to Patna tomorrow and I’m excited.

JAN 21

It was a great day and I was excited to see Smartu... He had a party last night and he asked me to wake him up at 4.30 in the morning. It was a difficult task but I did it and he reached Patna this afternoon. He came to our room. It was the first time I was meeting him after 25 long days. It was a beautiful moment. Then we went to dinner and we continued chatting via SMS...

JAN 22

I messaged him good morning, but I didn’t get a reply. I applied mehendi on my hands for the engagement... No, it was for my Smartu. People say if I get dark red color on my hands, it is a good sign. But, I didn’t get the color I expected. This spoiled my mood. TOMORROW IS THE SPECIAL DAY IN MY LIFE.

JAN 23

...THE
BEAUTIFUL...
...DAY

Today is the most beautiful day in my life. Today is my engagement with Smartu and I’m getting nervous. Today he woke me up with a love message. I got ready and waited for shagun. The tilak ceremony for Smartu was conducted and then the engagement. We both had dinner and spoke for half an hour. Every one told me I looked beautiful and even Smartu was happy. After he left, I sent him an SMS saying I missed him. It’s over and I’m tired now, but I can’t wait for the day when we will be married.

JAN 25

He was the only thing on my mind and I didn’t want to think of anything else either. He told me he missed me a lot and wanted to spend more time with me. We spoke for two hours. Today I told him how much I love him and also proposed filmi style. He told me he loves me a lot. I don’t have any words to express my feelings and happiness. He gives me all the happiness in my life. A girl wants only love, respect, safety, security, and faith from her husband and my Smartu is giving me all that. I have got the best person in my life. My Mummiji is a sweetheart. Tomorrow, my Smartu will leave for Bangalore. I can’t wait to talk to him. In the evening, my uncle and aunt came with gifts. They pretended to be happy, but inside I knew they were upset because I had consented to marry someone else and not their son, who loves me very much.

JAN 27

I wished him (Smartu) in the morning and he replied romantically. We had a romantic chat early in the morning. Today was his bachelor’s party and he went to Mysore with all his friends. He drank a lot. I didn’t call him, as he was drunk. I just had an SMS chat.

JAN 30

Today Papa met Mummiji and I saw the wedding card Smartus family has printed. It was nice.

JAN 31

Even after four meetings in his office, he found time for me and spoke to me. I share all things with you, but today something happened which I want to forget. I will not tell you. Because whenever I read it, it would hurt me. I miss Smartu. I want to live my entire life with him happily. In just 27 days, I will be his wife forever. I’m waiting for it.

FEB 1

I was shocked when Mummiji told me that they are unhappy with the behavior of my parents. It’s because she did not like the clothes we bought for Smartu for our engagement. In future, she wanted us to buy things for Smartu only from Bangalore. She also asked if my parents were giving their daughter things like furniture, cots, mattresses, TV, dressing table etc. Tell me diary, how can I ask Papa for these things. They are selling off Mamas gold and are struggling with marriage expenses. My parents are on one side and on the other my sasural. What should I do now I will try to keep both sides happy? Today I fasted for my Smartu.

FEB 4

I got my wedding card today. It’s beautiful, I am happy.

FEB 6

Sorry diary, I was very busy talking to Smartu as he was on leave. We spoke all day and he sent me pictures of our flat in Bangalore. The flat is beautiful and I will be the queen therein excited to be going there.

FEB 8

He woke me up at 4.30 am. And we exchanged naughty messages. I felt I had already become his wife. Smartu did not call me the whole day. I was bored.

FEB 10

We have begun packing for the marriage. Almost 55 bags. We leave now for Patna.

FEB 13

I love singing. I practiced today. Smartu and I used to chat the whole night... naughty, romantic love talk. He cared for me a lot. We spoke until midnight. At 12oclock we wished each other a happy Valentines Day. This is our first Valentine’s Day and we are not together. I told him to come early to Patna, but he said he will come on the 24th.I told him that I will give him a kiss on the lips if he stopped smoking. He agreed, but said I should start it first (the kiss).I agreed because I love him. If he quits his bad habits why should I have any problems with kissing him

FEB 14

Today is Valentines Day. I was bored, as Smartu was busy.

FEB 15

Today, I spoke for a long time with Smartu. This morning he went to see his boss newborn baby. Later, he told me that today he understood the value of a wife and baby in a mans life. He thanked me as I am going to be his wife and give him a cute baby. Im desperately waiting for the moment when I will give my Smartu our baby. O God, please grant my wish. Now I want to talk to my Smartu about our future
.
FEB 16

Today my Smartu said, I love you. My morning became beautiful with this. I think my Smartu is a little upset and I know he will not tell me the reason. He still thinks I’m not mature enough to understand his feelings. Smartu will come on the 24th and I miss him. Eight days left to see him and I want the days to go fast.

FEB 17

My brother came and Papa went to meet Smartus parents. Papa was very upset after that as Mummiji told him about the furniture and all other household things which Papa will have to give me at the time of marriage. Papa is tense as he has very little money left.

FEB 20

Smartu woke me up today. I forget everything else when I speak to him.

FEB 21

Mummiji has been hospitalized and I’m worried. God please make her well soon. Other marriage tensions still prevail.

FEB 24

Smartu will come to Patna tomorrow and all the rituals will start.

FEB 25

There were a lot of rituals and ceremonies to perform and I did not have the time to speak to Smartu today. We had the mehandi ceremony and this time I got a good colour. I enjoyed the sangeeth.

FEB 26

Smartu surprised me by coming to my house. I was happy to see him and we spent many hours together. I am excited about my wedding.

FEB 28

...THE
FIRST...
...MORNING

I became Mikkujis dulhan yesterday. I married him yesterday. After that there was the vidayi hogayi. You know diary, for the first time Smartu held my hands. We fell asleep with him holding my hands. When I woke up I saw him beside me and I really did not believe that I was married to him. It all went like a dream.

MARCH 1

I started the day with my Smartu. He was sleeping just beside me. We enjoyed very cozy moments together. We did not sleep almost the whole night. I mean the whole night. I feel great and its all new to me. Now I’m not just Sweety, but Mr. Smartu’s wife. I accept this position with dignity, love and respect, because I love and respect him a lot.

MARCH 2

As promised, I kissed my Smartu on his lips last night’s My God! With this kiss, mene apna Smartu ko aur zyda apnaya and he became mine today. It was our first intimate physical moment and everything went easily. Tomorrow is my vidai and I will leave my house permanently with my Mikkuji. I have a little fear, but am very excited as well. I am very excited to be going to my new house. You will be there with me always, my diary.

MARCH 3

Today is my Smartus birthday and I was the first to wish him. I have to leave my place. I cried a lot at the time of vidai. We celebrated his birthday.

MARCH 4

Nowadays, morning wishes are not messages, but lovely kisses. Everything is going well and I’m feeling happy. My sasural love me lot.

MARCH 5

Today was the reception and it went off well.

MARCH 8

Pappaji and Mummiji are very angry with my parents because my parents have not given them the money to buy a car and the furniture. What can my parents do They don’t have any money left. I had told Papa I would not get married so soon as we did not have the money. No one listened to me.

MARCH 9

Mummiji took me to the market to buy clothes. She felt that my Papa had not given me good clothes at the time of marriage. I felt bad to be buying new clothes with Mummijis money, but still I bought a few clothes. I was angry with my mother, as she did not give me good clothes. Tomorrow, I am going to Bangalore with my Mikkuji and after a few days, we will leave for our honeymoon to the northeast.

MARCH 11

On the 10th,we reached Bangalore and I felt happy to see my new house. We attended the wedding of Mikkujis friend. Many people told me that I looked very nice. Mikku also complimented me. Everything is going well, except for one thing. Deep down inside it hurts me that Mikku and his girlfriend relationship is slowly becoming deeper and stronger. I really don’t know what do and with whom to share my feelings. On the first day we entered the house in Bangalore, Mikkuji told me that I should not use the bed in the house. He said I should not sleep on it, as he had purchased it for Girlfriend. Everyone knew about his girlfriend, but I did not know because I was madly in love with him. No one told me about this. Even my parents were more bothered about fulfilling their responsibility and did not think of the kind of person I was marrying. I have been blessed, but I’m not fully happy. I cried a lot as my Papa and mother did not even come to say bye when I was leaving. Now, I don’t want to talk to anyone and I’m heading towards depression. There is no one who understands my feelings, my situation or my silence. If I tell anyone about this, it is like I’m killing myself. All my dreams are gone. This artificial smile is for others. No one knows what is going on inside me.

MARCH 12

Mikkuji and I shopped for things for the house. We ordered a new bed and they told us that they will deliver it coming Thursday. Till that day, I should sleep on the carpet, as the bed in the house is Girlfriends. We have not gone for our honeymoon nor are we thinking of it. I feel that we will never go on a honeymoon. And I feel Mikku doesn’t want to go with me.

MARCH 18

The way Mummiji treats me is getting worse by the day. I do not understand why she is behaving like this. Today, the new bed was delivered. Mikku took me out, but somehow, I think he was only trying to placate me. Girlfriend is always in his heart. She has been there from the beginning. Each time he tries to get close to me, we only get further apart. I can only watch him drift away from me. I feel I made a big mistake by marrying him. Neither of us are happy in this marriage.

MARCH 20

We went for long drive to Tumkur. Today is Holi and I called Mummyji to wish her.She spoke properly to me. My first Holy was a crime. All thanks to Papa, as he did not bother to check to whom he was giving his daughter. I have a husband in name only. His soul and body belongs to someone else. There is no place for me in his heart and life. Mummyji warned me that if I could not keep her son happy, he would leave me and go away. Imagine! She is warning a girl who is just married. How can I deal with this behavior I feel sad and lonely. After all this, I wiped my tears and prepared lunch (rosagulla,mutton,dahi vada).

MARCH 21

This has been a bad day. I do not even know why. I don’t know what Mikkuji told his mother this morning. She called me and scolded me a lot. She asked me if I was a woman. I said yes and she asked me why her son felt I was always distant and aloof. Imagine! Doesn’t she know why her son feels like that Mikku only stays with me, but his heart and soul is with his honey. He does not hear my voice and he does not even look at me. I have tried to make him love me and feel my presence, but it hasn’t worked. Perhaps it’s my mistake. When he told me that he once had a girlfriend, I should have said no to this marriage. I don’t know why I agreed. I should have told my Papa all this at that time. I have destroyed both Mikes life and mine. Now I don’t know what will happen and what turn my life will take. How long should I tolerate this Mummiji abuses me about many things now. I have decided that I will not ask anyone for anything anymore.

MARCH 24

Now, I have a smile on my face. To make me happy, Smartu has finalized our honeymoon. Tomorrow we leave for Ooty and Kodikanal for five days. But the tensions and problems are still there. But I don’t care about these damn problems. To hell with it. I have decided to live my life the way I used to live it... with no boundaries and no mental pressure.

MARCH 30

We returned from the trip. It was ok. Smartu tried to behave normally with me, but he was not his usual self and I can feel what is going on in his mind. He is trying to make me feel that he is doing a lot for me by accepting me and our relationship. But who cares about me I did not expect these complications after marriage. The tension is killing me. Mummiji says she is punishing herself as she has spoilt her sons life through this marriage. She says Mikku sacrificed his love life just for her happiness. Why is she feeling all this now Why didn’t she think of this before our marriage They are all thinking about themselves, but no one is bothered about how I feel. What wrong have I done Anyway, I enjoyed the trip because I love travelling. We went boating and visited some lovely places.

MARCH 31

I love cricket and today was India-Pakistan semi-final in World Cup 2011.We defeated Pakistan and we are in the finals against Sri Lanka on Saturday. Rest is ok.

APRIL 2

Yiiipppyy.. India has won the World Cup. What an awesome match it was. It filled me with excitement. All Indians worship cricket and our players proved that they are gods of cricket. They have brought back the World Cup after 23 long years. It is a great day for all Indians. Smartu is totally drunk, it is 1.00 am in the night, and he is out of home. I think I my entire life will be like this only.

APRIL 12

...DEAR
FRIEND...
...APOLOGIES

How are you my dear diary Apologies for not contacting you for such a long time. A number of incidents have happened in my life in the last few days. You are my best friend who is always there to listen to me when I’m sad and lonely. So I feel relaxed whenever I talk to you. I thank you for your support. Now I’m fighting with own emotions. I’m all alone now and I feel I need somebody with whom I can share my feelings. Mikku, my Smartu, whom I loved, married and shared my life, all of it has gone waste. I know now that all the dreams I had of staying with him for the rest of my life are shattered. They were broken by God. I am unable to make him happy and it is a shameful thing for any wife. Sometimes I think I should end my life, but this is not a solution to my problems. I don’t know what to do and how to gain a place my husbands heart. Whenever I see some other happy couple, I feel low. I think how lucky they are and how unlucky I am. This pain is unbearable. I told my parents and brother about Mikkus affair with Girlfriend. They were shocked to hear this. They could not believe it. But they have to face this reality and they should know that their daughter has a short life left. Mikku is going to end our relationship in June and he is very serious about it. He plans to settle in Dubai for the rest of his life and for him June is the end of our relationship. He is going to marry his Girlfriend, his love. I never thought that this would be the end of my life. All the smiles and happiness have disappeared and there is only pressure, tension and sorrow left. My Papa knows that his beloved daughter is in deep pain. He blames himself for this mess. Theres no charm for Smartu in this marriage and he just wants to be free from jail. This marriage is a punishment for him. No one not my Papa, mother, Mikku nor his parents none of them realise that they are punishing only me. Do you know dairy, Mummiji wanted Mikku to marry me because they wanted a cook Sweety, the cook. Did he not understand my love for him Did he not see it in my eyes He only wants my body. Does he not understand my feelings towards him Will I ever get him to love me If he doesn’t value our relationship will he leave me forever in June All these questions go around in my head and I cannot even sleep. Papa had spent Rs 18,00,000 (18 lakh) on my marriage, and is this the end of it All of them are thinking only about themselves. Mikkus parents say they did not get a good dowry, TV, A/C, dining set, fridge etc and so they are not happy. Mikku didn’t get his love, so he is not happy. Papa had spent lakhs and not even he is happy now. But what about me and what should I do now Mikku now thinks he is already married to Girlfriend. He married me only because he wanted to keep his parents happy. Mikku loses nothing from this marriage. I’m the only one who is losing my life. My relationship, all my expectations, emotions, and feelings, have gone and there is nobody to give them back to me. I hate this world. Mikku does not even speak to me now. He just answers yes or no to my questions. Even physically I’m useless to him. I can’t take all this pain. I can end my life, but I want to see what chances life gives me. I feel good sharing all these things with you dairy. Thanks for listening to me patiently. Every moment I think about doing the things Mikku likes. Why does he not feel anything towards me Why I think I am a burden to everyone. No one sees the sorrow I’m feeling. What should I do Where should I go once Mikku leaves me in June forever

APRIL 13

There is no charm in life as usual today. I have never lived my life like this. Sweety was a name which meant fun, excitement, and happiness. I had the capacity to bring a smile to everyone’s face. Look what has happened to me now. There is no happiness left in life. I want to run away from this unsuccessful life. I feel guilty about my parents and brother. They had expected many more from this marriage. They thought they fulfilled their responsibility. They fixed this marriage with this guy who was my SMARTU, but there is no charm left in this relationship. O God, please save me. Give me strength. Give me solutions or kill me. Please God save me Save me Save me.

APRIL 22

Life is moving at normal speed. Nothing has changed. I never expected life after marriage will become like this. I was a fool who only thought about romance and good things about married life. Things have changed and I only see a big dark hole in front my eyes. Mummiji asked me if I am happy I said yes. She told me that I will be happy, as I have got all the material things in life. She told me her son was not happy. My unhappiness and sorrow means nothing to her.She doesn’t want to really know whether I’m happy or not. Mikkuji is not bothered about what I feel and he does not even think about me. I don’t want to trouble my parents, so I haven’t told them everything. With whom can I share my feelings You are the only friend I can share my feelings within crying now. Yesterday also I cried a lot.

APRIL 24

I’m as usual not happy with life. Today,I did a pregnancy test and it came back negative.There is nothing good that is happening to me.Im not sure whether to feel sad or not with the result of the test. Mikku looks happy, as he has no responsibility to fulfill. He is very happy in his own world with Girlfriend. The so-called deadline to end the relationship is June 17.I doesn’t know how to tell my parents and it’s a waste of time to tell Mummiji. She will not understand my problems and feelings. Now you help me God. I have managed to stop my tears. I’m begging you please show me a way to clear my problems. Every day I cry in front of you God. Please show me the way.

APRIL 26

Diary, today everything went out my hands. Today, I feel I am the poorest and unluckiest girl in this world. I lost my husband completely today. I hoped it would not happen, but it has happened. Today he slept alone in another room and left me alone. Why did this have to happen to me Is it my mistake to have consented to a marriage which papa fixed Yes, I think this is the mistake and I’m being punished. I feel I should end my life. The one I married never loved me and today even our beds have been separated. There is nothing left between us. I don’t know how much I will cry today. I will not able to sleep-in not even doing anything to end these problems. I will try and do something. At least I know that if I fail, I can at least end my life. I love Mikku a lot. I don’t know when he will understand my love for him.

APRIL 29

Nothing good is happening in my life. I feel like tying a black cloth over my eyes and sleeping every moment. Today Mikku told me to go out of his life forever. He told me that I didn’t deserve him. Marrying me was one big mistake he made in his life. I close for today now. I don’t even feel like crying.

MAY 2

The last two days were very bad. All are upset now. All are praying to God to get this problem solved. I don’t want to see sorrow or tears in my and Mikes family. I am in immense pain. I can’t hurt Mikku. I am his wife and will do whatever he wants.I cannot see tears in his eyes.I am that unlucky and unfortunate wife who saw tears in her husband’s eyes. Yesterday, I pretended that I am ok, but I am not. I am dying with every passing second. I love Mammiji. I have promised Mikku that I will support him unconditionally and love him steadfastly. I will do anything for his happiness. I can leave him forever just to see a smile on his beautiful face. I am ready to face anything. Anyway, I am also not going to live for many more days. After a few days all the problems will be ended. Everything will become, as it was four months back. But there will be one change and that is I will be here to see the change. I am waiting for that last moment. Actually I don’t want to live anymore. I don’t have any desire to stay here for much longer. I am not as strong as I make out to be. I do not want my family to suffer.

MAY 3

Diary, nothing is going in my favor. My brother, is coming here to see the situation for himself. Had he come before marriage I would not have been in this situation. Today I am living with a person like Mikku, who doesn’t have any feelings for me. Nor does he care about me. He feels giving money to run the house is his only responsibility. Why should I live at all

MAY 8

Today my brother came. We had a good time and I spoke to him for hours together. I don’t know if he listened to me. Does he understand his sisters problems Perhaps he may show me some way of getting out of this mess. Today I went for an interview, but I was not selected. I don’t know why this is happening to me.

MAY 9

Mikku is not happy that my brother is here. He didn’t even speak to him. Mikku came home late. He felt insulted. Anyway, he is my brother and I will take care of him.

MAY 12

The whole day my brother was moody. He cried a lot and I felt bad seeing him like this. I wasn’t able to give him a gift also.

MAY 19

Mikku left for Mysore for three days training. It’s just an excuse but I don’t feel bad. It doesn’t make a difference anymore whether he is here or not. I enjoy being left alone these days.

MAY 22

I woke up at 4 am and I couldn’t sleep any more. I have nightmares. If my papa was here, he wouldn’t have left me sleep alone. He would have taken me to his room. But there is no one. Mikkus parents are coming here on 25th and I’m scared.

MAY 25

They arrived today. I prepared good food. Mikku is not in a good mood and I don’t know why. Now that Mammiji is here, I hope everything will be settled. I hope my Smartu will again be mine.

MAY 28

I was very upset yesterday, so I didn’t speak to you, diary. I cried a lot yesterday. Mikku told me that he did not have anything to give to his honey, his Girlfriend not even his name. But his Girlfriend has everything to give him. I am reaching the height of depression. The girl who never cried in her life, now cries every minute and every step. I spoke to an astrologer and he said everything will be sorted out in June. Today, he stopped eating with me. Tomorrow is his Girlfriends birthday, but he is tense because he can’t celebrate with her as I’m around. What should I do for this I will end my life. Sorry, I have to go away from you also diary. But God doesn’t want to see me happy.

JUNE 2

...I
WISH...
...BUT
GOD...
...WISH

Diary, I am very tired now. I am tired of this bloody life. Bad luck precedes me. I thought I would get that job today and all my problems will go away. But it didn’t happen. Mammiji and Papaji say they will be with me and I am like a daughter to them, but kabtak At any time, they can also get fed up with me. I can’t go to my parents. I have nothing left, nothing to look forward to. Mummy, your daughter is going away with all respect and dignity. I have in my mind all the culture you taught me and even now your daughter is very pure. I haven’t even thought about another man than Mikku. I don’t know what mistake I committed. Mikku, I am not that bad girl. I am going away from you and your life, to that place from where one cannot come back even if one wanted to. Now you are a free bird. But one request: Don’t give any sorrow to your mother. She loves you a lot. Be happy and please marry again. This time marry the girl whom you love because every girl will not be Sweety. My bro, my blessing will be with you always. Now, you don’t have to protect your sister anymore and I will not be a burden to you. Please look after papa and mummy. Smartu’s sister and Jijaji you tried a lot to make my home happier, now it’s not required. Papa and mummy don’t blame Mikkus parents. I am responsible for my death. I am fed up with life, so I want to die. No one is responsible for my death except God. I will ask him why he took everything away from me. I love you all. I love you Mikku, you will be ever my SMARTUUU always. Rahe na rah ham, mahaka karenge ban ke kale, ban ke sabaa, bhagoo wafah mein Aap sab ki

(Sweety)…

After reading her diary in the newspaper I became emotional. I am not sure whether I can share this story in my blog or not but I wish, to share this untold story with all my blogging pals and that is the reason for this post. Let us all pray to God that her soul rest in peace.

a thought...

If the world become heartless in this rate then I feel....


...today we see dogs being hit in the highways and left unnoticed but I see humans in this position after 10 or 15 years.. be human and stay human…

Credits & Copyrights
Diary ~ Her Soul
Credits ~ Bangalore Mirror.
Broken Heart ~ Image Source
Dog ~ Image Source

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The Other Day

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"Hey guys... getup… just five more minutes left for Shyam's birthday...” I shouted at Sundar while opening the door. “Why it is so dark... Oops, why Sharwan is sleeping here? Sharwan... Sharwan…” I lighted the candle and found the room dirty. I turned, Senthil… “What happened to him? Why he is lying on the broken bottle?” While I was trying to wake him up, Sriram came to me questioning about his bleeding finger… Even I am puzzzled Sri..

I searched for the birthday boy in his room but the search went in vain. “Where is Shyam?” Sriram came in questioning the same, but… who had cut this cake? We puzzled at each other… “Hey the day is getting over man,” Sharwan came in. “Is it? But where is Shyam?” I said, Sharwan said that he might have gone out with girls to celebrate his birthday. “But… let us call him to confirm where he his...” I said...

“Oh it is ringing here,” Sundar said. We searched for his mobile and finally found it inside the cake. “Glad we found the phone but what happened to Shyam?” puzzled I, and so my roomies... “Aw…..” we heard Senthil screaming near rest room. We all rushed to him and found someone lying there. “Sir... Baiya... Thambi... Brother... Annaya...” I tried to wake him up but it did not work. Even Sriram poured some water on him but his effort went in vain.

In the mean time, Senthil woke up, and came to us questioning about the new person in our home. “He must be a thief”, Sundar shouted on seeing the handcuff in his hand. We decide to lock him inside the room and to go out to search for Shyam.

“Come lets search for Shyam…” I said while locking the door. Senthil shouted at me stating the he might have gone for a date with Shruthi but my instincts couldn’t believe his words. “Guys he made us to drink a lot to escape with his girl,” Sriram said, “We should find and kill him,” Senthil said.

I decided not to hear any of those craps and said, “Come let's call his friends". “I remember speaking with our friends last night come let us try to reach his colleagues,” Sharwan said... “See even in the received call list I could find only girls” “He is a lucky guy,” I said and dialed Asha’s number.

“Hey hi... Am I speaking to Asha?” “Yes… May I know who this is?” “Hey this is Siddesh, Shyam’s Friend”, “Why he didn't come to office today?” I was shocked to hear it, so I hung the call saying, "No No I am outside I thought... I call you later"...

And I dialed Reena’s number... She responded the same with an additional info that Shruthi was also on leave today. “Let's try Shruthi No...” and I dialed her number. "Hey her number is not reachable," I said… "He must have eloped with her," Senthil said..."Yeah he must have" Sundar agreed to him and so the rest... "Eloped? I don’t think so, because if he had to elope with her then why the hell he left his mobile here...” I said

“We will go back to home to find some clues” I said. As soon as we reached the home I heard Senthil screaming, “Oh Shit...” Sharwan rushed to him and so I… "Someone has poured the water dude," Senthil cried, "Shut up asshole, our friend is missing but you are worrying about the water you foodie” I shouted.

"Oh my God, Camera," Sriram went down to the floor in minutes screaming for his camera… "I remember taking snaps last night," Sundar said... “Let’s check out the snaps” I said and inserted the memory card in my lappy…

"Aww our first cheers," Sharwan said, and this one after completing Glen Drummond and this is the pic," I said… “and this one ~ cake cutting” Sharwan, and I “why Senthil is kissing this rat?”

Sundar said, “Stop… stop… I remember Senthil shouting ‘give me the way to kill the rat’ and I hope this one is after killing the rat with his beer bottle."

Hey… Shyam went out to buy a beer for Senthil because he was crying after he broke the bottle. "Hey look at my six packs in this pic," Senthil cracked... "Asshole... Even at this situation you love your abs,” I shouted.

“Senthil was carrying Sriram on his shoulders and dancing for the song,” Sundar said. “That is the last pic clicked in this camera.” I said, thought for a second and took my mobile out to check for pics. And I was happy to find our pics… "Sharwan was lying down on the road with some third person", "I have seen this guy somewhere,” Sriram raised his voice...

I remember fighting with dogs, nope barking and playing shot put. Even at that time, Shyam was there with us. Well this is bad; I feel that we should seek the help of police, "Come let's go to the police station and log a complaint,” I said.

We reached the station in less than ten minutes, "Sir... Our friend is missing from last night,” “from yesterday night???", the police men stressed. "Mapilaigala….. Vanthutheengala" ~ "Machans, thank God you people came to police station," Shyam cried. "Sir Sir... sir...leave him sir...” we all pleaded… “So are you his close friends. Lock these guys in the same prison,” he shouted in anger. “What????” we puzzled… But before we react, they locked us in the same prison.

“What happened last night and why are you here?” I asked him silently, "Dai where is the guy ", “which guy?”, “you idiots… the police we were hitting last night, locking him with his handcuff”, Shyam said. “Police... why?” “Tit for tat”, he said, "What police???..." "He is not just a Police... Sub Inspector ..."

"SA ah...." Sharwan exclaimed and so we…

...The
Other...
...Day

“What happened the other day was awesome” ~ Sharwan,
“…That was one of the memorable birthdays I had” ~ Shyam
“...Memorable?” I smiled, when I was about to press "PUBLISH POST"

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