once in a year.

And it was my birthday yesterday. Now I'm 27 years old. OMG! I'm 27. I'm running out of time. I've lot of ambitions and wishes and all that to fulfil before I die. And the sad part is, I'm doing nothing about it.

So, anyway, I hope you guys will pray for me. Also please help me in finding topics to write. :P I dont understand how you people keep updating your blogs almost every alternate day. I feel jealous. I havent read most of the blogs which I follow. Though I used to see the updated blogs on my blogroll. Red Handed, she keeps coming with new and interesting topics. MSM, she is busy solving mysteries. Maithili, no news about her. Chandana, she is busy showing off her wardrobe. All of them, all of them has something or the other to write and I'm jealous.

I've been reading a few books lately. Randamoozham by M.T Vasudevan Nair (which is a Malayalam novel), The White Tiger, A Prisoner Of Birth, Catch 22, Rage of Angels, Count of Monte Cristo, etc etc. Completed a few of them.

Sorry for not reading and commenting your blogs. I dont know. I just dont feel like blogging these days. Lot of things happening around me and I'm just ignorant. Bliss!

copy-pasted.

No matter how close two people are, an infinite distance separates them.

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idea is good. but nose is mine.

I still remember the incident for it was the first time I played cricket with a stitch ball. I was fielding very close to the batsman and I was obviously nervous. And then, out of the blue, the ball hit my face. I turned around and fell down. I could not see anything for a few seconds.

I stood up and touched my cheeks. I could not even feel my cheeks. I felt something wet on my fingers. Blood! From my nose. I was breathing blood.

I ran to my room and stared into the mirror. No, nothing has happened except blood was flowing as if I opened a water tap. My friends took me to a doctor and luckily there was no bone injury. I was happy that I was breathing air with the same nose.

Its only next day that I noticed. My nose has bent a little. To the right or left, I don't remember. But I was certain that my nose was not in proper condition as it was two days before. I could feel a small 'hump' on my nose. I convinced myself of having a 'crooked nose'.

I had to get rid of it. Desperately. And then it striked me.

I took a small hammer. And I felt stupid of the idea of hitting my nose with a hammer to set it straight. It was not that stupid as long as no one is watching me. I patted my nose a couple of times staring into the mirror but it didn't help. I needed support - support for my nose, I mean.

I supported my nose on the edge of a table and I patted again. No. Not working. Okay. Last try. I hit my nose hard. Just once. And I went blind.

Wow! I felt I'm the stupidest person alive on the planet.

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read between the lines.

'I don't have anymore pics. Honestly.'

What can the above sentence mean?

bored to death and need help.

Guys, I need help.

Could you please suggest me some good novels to read? I got no work to do in office and I don't know what to do. Thought I will read some books.

I've been researching but I was not successful in coming up with some good novels. Would you mind to suggest some? I like psychological thrillers, murder mysteries, revenge, serial killers, suspense thrillers and maybe humor also.

I don't like romance, sci-fi, fantasies, horror, biographies. Please help me, will you?

Thanks.

PS: Sorry for the stupid post. I don't know. I was like, thinking and didn't know what to do. And I thought I'll ask my fellow bloggers. :)

best friend can be your best enemy - 4

November 6th 2007 4:00 PM

Kiran: Uncle, you wanted proof huh?
Dad: What is that you need, Kiran?
Kiran: Listen to this first…

He took his mobile and played a sound clip…

Kiran: Hey, how are you?
Asha: I’m fine.

Dad was stunned to hear Asha’s voice. He didn’t utter a word and kept listening.

K: How’s Anoop doing? Is he calling you these days?
A: He had called me before you called. He is doing good.
K: Okay. Tell me, how much do you love him?
A: I don’t know. I love him so much that I can’t think of missing him.
K: But he scolds you a lot.
A: Yes, that happens. Even I scold him a lot, if he talks to Anjali. Hehe…
K: So, are you planning for register marriage?
A: I don’t know if he will agree for that. I’m ready for anything though. I need to tell him about that...
K: Hmmm…
A: Hey, what’s that sound?
K: Oh…wait. That happens when-

Kiran: Now, what do you say Uncle?

PS: Kiran wanted evidence to prove the affair between Asha and Anoop. He called Asha and started a conversation. He himself brought the topic of 'Register Marriage' and he cut the call. He called back a minute later so that he can record the conversation and started as if its a new call and not as a continuation of the previous call. Asha wasn't smart enough to interpret the beep sound was of recording.

PPS: The End.