Obnoxious Mind

Some Cricketing Thoughts

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 12 Dec 2009 14:50:00 +0000

I dont really write about sports in here..but yup i do watch the game..thw game which is a religion in india anc tendulkar is the god.. And yeah, i do watch all the three versions of the game..so now..look at todays match..sloppy fielding..missed catches and lol it seemed like school boys playing a 6 over match for some 20 rs prize money...look at them stumble in the crease..the fielders lagging behind..throws not proper lol..

T20 is amazing..its fast,its entertaining and it doesnt consume much of your valuable time..but on the other hand, there is no battle between the ball and the bat..its just hit out or get out in a t20 except for some great overs bowled once in the blue..

and i personally would prefer to watch the wall taking guard, the laxman flick and tendulkar punches.. Sehwag cant be compared..he is just awesome.. And wow gambhir..he was the only player who i hated when he came to the indian squad first..but now, he is sure the succeedor of dada..yuvi has his own style..but gautham..look at the shots he play through the off region.. So in the end..thats it.. Watching todays match, having nothing to write, am fighting a writer block..and thus, am just penning in all my thoughts here.. And this thus states that i am a fan of dada, dravid and ofcoz tendulkar and yuvi.. Guess what? Msd is the most over rated cricketer in the world.. Sure he got the power..he got the captaincy skills, but he aint good when compared to dada as a caption.. It was dada who gave indian team this desire to win and dhoni just followed him, but yup, i admit hes got the skills, but hes still a lil over rated :-)

2 years.

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 01:50:00 +0000

yeah.. thats it.. me blogging for 2 years :-) dec 8th 2007 was the date when i first posted something as a blog past and today, thats 2 years of blog living.. and am so so so glad to have lived here, and so glad that am still here.. and let me take this chance to say thank you for all those who came and read all scribblings i made, for all comments, for all support and for all the love :) and there is one thing that adds to my joy, the motive of my blogging hasnt changed even now.. with days passing by people learn, adapt and evolve, but when it comes to blogging, i prefer it to be the way i want it.. its a place for me to pen down my thoughts firstly and with this in mind that, i am no talented person, am glad to have penned so many posts in here.. and i hope i stay the same way :)

came searching for the tag? tag neeche hein :-)

Damn ! Another Tag,Erm.. No ! Tags !

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:07:00 +0000

ok.. this is coz she threatened me.. said she will cut down my lenghty hair.. cant afford that ! so yep, its better i do it.. yup, Lopa tagged me to do this, and this one comes with an award and a rule :( i hate rules.. so ohk.. she is asking me to write 7 things about me, unknown to you.. but well, my blog is an open book and its an exact replica of my life.. i wonder if there are things unknown to its readers.. anyways, let me do it.. or else my hardwork of an year.. :-(

so following the rules, and seven things about me, unknown to you

1.right now, i am so happy about the life i live, its very judicial though not good.. there were days when i thought of not living the next day, but now, yup ! am on for it!

2. cycling was my fav hobby till i met with the so called accident, broke my knee and ever since that, i have lost my stamina to ride and play !

3.i am an extremist when it comes to relations, and for me, my family is my family, me bro mom and dad, but yup, i want all the other relationships close !

4. i demand attention ! when i talk, chat, lecture, anything.. i demand complete attention ! i hate slow replies in chat windows and i hate umm.. aa.. hmm.. ermm... aww... stuffs during fone calls !

5. there were days when friendship meant life, but now things have changed and so have i, prioritized things, persons and places in life !

6. the no. of relationships i have been in, ever since i entered into my teens is 5, leaving apart the momentary crushes and random affairs.. and right now, i think, i am done with relationships and happy about the present 1. of the 5 relationships, 4 still call,text and chat !

7. i love travelling.. i love travelling.. and i love everything related to travelling.. taking photos,sleeping at the bus stand, road side tea, old jeans and i prefer to travel in a group of same minds :)

ok.. now lets pass the award.. now thats tricky.. lemme search my blog roll for 7 members..

1. Chocolate Lover
2. Eternal Thinker
3. Divsi
4. Amal Bose
5.Nikhil
6.Hasna
7. Anyone who wanna do it, and get an award for doing it :P

Tag 2:
this tag was done by amal way back in october, again, this comes with two awards.. amal, sorry for taking my time, nearly forgot about it !

1.What is your current obsession?
mafia wars in FB, physics notebook

2. What are you wearing today?
Black Jeans n shirt

3. What’s for dinner?
rice !

4. What’s the last thing you bought?
recharge coupons for docomo,airtel,aircel,idea and bsnl 

5. What are you listening to right now?
bryan adams- free.. is all you gotta bee..

6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?
amal, he is talent !

7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?
Kannur, kerala, near the beach

8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?
bald head – love shaving my head in summer 

9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Bangalore !

10. Which language do you want to learn?
French!

11. What’s your favourite quote?
no fav quotes.. depends on occasion :)

12. Who do you want to meet right now?
My Twin

13. What is your favourite colour?
Black , blue and read

14. What is your favourite piece of clothing in your own closet?
black casual and black fill shirt 

15. What is your dream job?
any job that would pay me well, that would let me have some free time and one that would let me have leisure time to travel

16. What’s your favourite magazine?
__________

17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
save it for my new cam..

18. What do you consider a fashion faux pas?
criss-crossed strips and textured shirts

19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?
Hmm.. M S Dhoni

20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?
Long

21. What are you going to do after this?
take bath, learn physics !

22. What are your favorite movies?
liked perfume, 2012, a Wednesday, aamir.. not a movie buff !
23.How many tabs are turned on in ur browser right now?
blogger dash board, blogs, gmail, facebook.. so 5 tabs..
24. What inspires you?
erm.. almost nothing!

25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you:
be confident.
Be the real you
Own a smile

26. What do you do when you “have nothing to wear” (even though your closet’s packed)?
ehehe.. random pick !

27. Coffee or tea?
Coffee for ever

28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?
may be, I will go to the beach side, or walk for long, calm myself, make calls..

30. Which other blogs do you love visiting?
check my blog list !

31. Favorite Dessert/Sweet?
pal paayasam

32. Favorite Season?
winter/rainy as of now.. it was autumn earlier

33. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?
hmm.. coffee.. that’s all !

34. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?
ignore them, warn them, punch them.. at three stages only k?

35. What are you afraid of the most?
heights and darkess

36:What brings a smile on your face instantly?
many things..

37:My Questinon: What is the first thing you do once uve booted ur system?
load g talk and Y! m, chrome and IE

Rules for those who are tagged:
Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag eight or ten other new set of people.

I would love to pass on the tag and award to :
Leo
Stephen
Shriti
Nyx
Hasna
Sindhubhairavi
Pulkit
Mahesh
Lopa
Rahul.

Dreams

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 16:41:00 +0000

as short as that rainbow,

my dreams, short lived,

a smile, one brought and

the other, a drop of tear

grow up bsnl :-)

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 16:23:00 +0000

tips for bsnl to grow up :-

1. make delivery reports free.. (shame on you for charging 10 ps/text)

2. bring in VAS :) value added services

3. be more youth friendly

4. introduce night pack

5. build enough towers and switching stations

6. share but not sell the towers with other private companies

7. customer care- now learn the act of that !

8. stop show meaningless ads in tv and stop boasting about your 8mpbs broad band connection, airtel already has 16 mbps connection

9. make the sms free, just like other service providers

10. change the slogan.. bsnl best hein hamare liye.. dhu.. my foot :)

11. merge dialer tunes with the 543211 portal, all other providers access it in common

12.know, its not just about being the no 1 service provider in terms of users, but its more about providing quality service :)

update : suck it! airel grps @ zero balance.. aircel and tata docomo @ 97 and 95 rs/month and bloody bsnl @ a min bal of 200 and again 200rs ?

Happy Friendship Day.

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 16:54:00 +0000

friendship day greeting dear folks.. i do not feel like thinking and writing my own lines.. and hence, posting here a fwd. mail.. i know, you all have received this once or more.. but still.

We make so many FRIENDS,

Some become Dearest,

Some become Special,

Fell in LOVE with someone,

Some go abroad,

Some change their cities,

Some left US,

We left Some,

Some are in contact,

Some are not in contact,

Some don't contact because of their EGO,

We don't contact some because of OUR EGO,

Whatever they were……,

However they are……,

We still REMEMBER,

LOVE,MISS,CARE for THEM,

Because of the part they played to make MEMORIES.

Its friendship.......
When a person calls u by a stupid name and never by Ur own name.....
When they always get angry, whenever u tell them that u r busy and cant reply...
When they tell u everything about themselves even if its embarrassing...
When they come to c u, whenever they get a chance....
When u argue with each other on stupid things and then end up laughing....

Happy Friendship Day...........!

Its The Way You See It [Photopost]

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 09:12:00 +0000

Content originally posted at Quilling In Blood.

Half open or half closed is the way you see it..

Whether half opened or half closed,

There is always a brigher side and a darker side,

Bright or dark, it's what takes your forward..

and its all about what you decide.

Attempts on photography..using the Sony Cybershot P 100. comments appreciated.

Missing out :(

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Wed, 29 Jul 2009 09:50:00 +0000

another photocast : [link]

i know this place is missing some original stuffs.. wait till 6th of august and then i am free to write.. exams rolling high..

My Journey

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 17:08:00 +0000

Content Originally posted at Quilling In Blood

alone, i started my journey
took so long for you to come
yet, i don't remember when,
you came, held my hands.

hastened us, together
the route, so isolated
the shades, the rains
the lights, and the winds.

a new horizon seen,
one day; a new break.
new world, new people,
new places, and new life.

my destination, yet not reached
you, thought, your did.
left me alone, and you walked,
to the new sun rise seen..

all alone, i pursue my journey
many come, many leave,
yet, me all alone, transverse.
knowing not, its to divinity.

you came, you left,
two drops of tear, i shed.
no time for me to mourn
nor do you deserve that..

all alone did i begin..
all alone shall i end..

Photo Post

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 14:41:00 +0000

After so long, a photo post.. and i am loving it.. and today, "modeling" of me, my lil cousin achu and her elder sister anjana.. not a prepared shot.. they were home after the temple visit, i liked their dress and shade, i had the camera. and shot it. then only did i realise that the color was too bright.. click here to see the post :)

Competition For You

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 12:21:00 +0000

It started raining when he boarded the bus…the bus moved slowly and slowly through the roads... The roads all damaged, and it made the journey even more complex... it rained heavily for twenty minutes before it started to pour down slowly.. He got down at his stop and started walking... He took the turn and then found the road too empty and dark... The street lights were all off... The shops were all lit using candles... He moved past the juice shop, said a hi to the owner and took the isolated route to the left... The shops were all closed and it was dark, even more dark... He walked down the roads, flooded in water, and mud... it was hard for him to realise the road and the drainage.. The sky was all dark and cloudy, yet no thunder and lightning... And to his aid, only the mobile phone.. The torch in it, lit up and he walked down, down and down...

continue the story to its ending, post in your blog, link it back to me, or post in my comments section.

P S : all bloggers who reach here, are tagged to write this one :) thanks

Surprise Awaits.

New Blog

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:15:00 +0000

With Obnoxious Mind going weekend, i new have another blog for the daily rambings,

Quilling in Blood

Read me there, nothing great, just some ramblings abour my life, daily.

Just A Random Thought

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 18:10:00 +0000

thoughts of death come to our mind, only for two reasons
1. you feel extremely happy at that very moment, and thus you want to die in that moment, laughing and seeing the better side of life.
2. you feel damn lost at that very moment, and thus you want to die in that moment, not facing the trouble and hiding your face.

its just a momentary thought to die and then
you never know what the next moment has for you.

live, unlamented, die, in peace.

200. നിന്‍ ഓര്‍മ്മയില്‍

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 13:01:00 +0000

നിന്റെ ആത്മവിശ്വാസത്തില്‍ എന്റെ ചങ്കിടിപ്പുകളുണ്ടായിരുന്നു..
നിന്റെ പുഞ്ചിരിയില്‍ എന്റെ കണ്ണീരിന്റെ നനവും.
എനിക്കായി എന്നില്‍ ബാക്കിയായില്ല ഒന്നും,
നിന്റെ ഓര്‍മ്മകളും, സുഖമുള്ള നോവുകളും ഒഴികെ.

199. Writing For Its Sake

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:43:00 +0000

Life has been pretty tough and rough for the last week... didn't even get time to complete the story i had in mind.. seems like the fever is on a high roll here.. i got hit by it four time, brother two times and now mom is still in bed.. life became even more tough having missed 7 working days at college and the notes still pending to be completed.. it became even more tough with issues among relationships and my opting to stay away from commitments at college owing to my friends' response to my absence at college..

Things are good on the positive side too.. after so long, am keeping up with my books, i am doing my part and the electronics labs are now really cool.. counting the days are now a part of my life.. i now need to be in this college for a maximum of 7 months.. and that will be the much awaited freedom release for me..

Getting high on people, i try my best not to get on with any person these days, yet things happen in such a ways that you tend to hit people and argue with them.. damn it really get under the skin and nerves later.. and patching up with old friends has happened.. the issues are all settled and i can now afford to smile..

what a week it was.. recovering from the fever, going back to college, wanting to stay home to see mother as she was ill, and yet leaving to college for the sake of attendance, wanting to eat form outside and yet restraining from it for being under medical care, getting rid of the magazine works finally and waiting it to be published in 3 weeks time, freshers at college and the strict orders from lectures not to meet, rag, torture them, meeting her friend and receiving the smiley.. it made me smile.. it was a week of mixed emotions..

time to wind up this weeks story.. its shravan saying adios to you.. have fun and keep smiling..

P S : 200th post next, no celebrations on this time, hope to complete the second story in mind..

P P S : it never took these many days for me to post a post in earlier days. yes, i am too busy living my life, too busy with academics.

P P P S : You might want to read this post.

198. Untitled

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 11:34:00 +0000

I come to fight with an empty arsenal
but i am all guared by just one shield
the shield of her never ending love

OM goes WEB

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 11:43:00 +0000

Obnoxious Mind goes Week End Blogging..

yes, i was away for personal reasons. and now, i am almost back, and here is the way me coming back. week end blogger. anyways folks, details later. sorry to have comments disabled on this post, feel free to mail me at quillinginblood@gmail.com.

PS : you can sent me get well cards as well.

196. My First Guest Post

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 12:04:00 +0000

Miss Sunshine invited me to do a guest post at her place as a part of her 100 posts celebrations. and yeah, it marked my first guest post.. sadly, she tagged me at the wrong time, but yeah, i had to do it, and its done. a small, not a great deal video cast for her. here is the link. hope you like it.
love shravan.

PS: Nearing 200 posts :)

195.Philosophically Me

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 16:45:00 +0000

certain things happen in life that they change the way you live around, the way you think and the way you dream. Certain things happen in such a way that it change the way you live even.. the concepts of living, the future, the relationships.. everything may change, that too in just fractions of seconds..

on a certain day we live for one, we aim one, and we love, care, think of one, on certain days we dream, we hope, we pray, and on certain days, we think of the past, the love of mother, fathers advices, brother and sisters pranks.. on certain days we go thoughtless..

what a week so far for me. fell ill for the third time in a stretch.. and wow.. being at home for 2 days made me think.. read and not to write... yeah am missing that ability of mine.. on a serious note i hate to live my life based on time tables.. and damn that's how i am living now.. the tablets.. the timing.. crazy the docs are.. yeah you are right.. finally finally i visited a doc.. and all he had to do was see my temperature, check my BP and ask me to cut down the amount of junk food i eat.. damn he even prescribed me tablets, with timings.. one tablet 30 mins before breakfast lunch and dinner.. and one 10 mins after dinner and another one another 5 mins after it. man you are really crazy.. know what? i forgot about the tablets this noon :)

BTW i realised certain things.. all i had to do in these two days was be at home, sleep and rest.. and think.. realisations.. i love the cats at home.. i really love the two kittens.. i haven't always loved having pets, but my mom loves the cats, and yesterday night, babe, you made me cry.. moms poor lil kitten jumped into the well.. she was intelligent but.. climbed and stood on the side step till this morning.. seriously i love these two kittens.. realisation 2.. its better to love animals than to love humans.. when you licked my hand this noon, i felt your love.. i know i never fed you, never talked to you like mom, but today, i just fed you with milk and covered you in cloths to make you warm, and you loved me, you jumped over me, licked me and then played with me..

pinky and neeli, yeah the kittens, i am loving you both.. i still remember the time you were born and that time, all i had to do was pursue mom to keep you both at home.. the personal sentiments had made me go mad then.. and i wanted to get rid of that.. you both made me laugh.. played with the tennis balls and made me smile.. your lil fights and the hugs soon followed, made me smile.. i cared for that human like my blood, and now i feel the emotional void, but dear pinky and neeli, thanks to you, i kept my normality.

realisation 3.. i am really really single now.. my relationship with her is official over, though with mutual consent.. it took 2 long years for us to make out that we are not the ideal matches.. but still, girl i loved you smile, the songs you sang for me, the 5 dates i had with you, your innocence and you love... i know i broke your heart a couple of times, but in the end its all fine and square now.. you shall always be remembered

realisation 4, at this right moment, i am making you bored, and here is the last one, i lack my skills [if ever i had] of writing these days.. i am broken, i am down, and i know i have things to write, but i tend to be afraid of going back to the same old emotional stuffs.. and here is the final realisation, I MISS ME.

PS : the title has, i hope, nothing to do with the post.

Life [Story 2]

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 15:04:00 +0000

Amazed at the way people could change, he sat,in his room..

his eyes closed and wet. the faces still remembered..

all he had to think was about the past.

the happy days, the fun shared..

the canteen chit chats, the coffee and

ice cream hang outs, the movies and the musics listened together..

[original image :link]

Three months since and his life has changed amazingly.

From a student to a technocrat..

all friends now history..

all fun now memories.

The Dedication [Story 1]

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 13:22:00 +0000

He knew it was 5 am when his mobile played the prayers... he opened his yes to the brighter day, moved around his left and right for a few seconds and then the day began for him.. Amongst the crowd, known and unknown to him, there he stood, at the bus stop, his head buried in his mobile phone’s screen. He moved towards a corner and then his phone rings. As the talking progressed, he walked towards the nearest taxi stand... His facial expressions varied from moment to moment, the loving smile on his face has now completely vanished… soon, the black and yellow painted cab left from the stand leaving behind only the red trails.

She walked impatiently in front of the ICU doors of the hospital. Then worry and tension was all seen on her face... her eyes reflected fear... The cab stopped at the parking lot with a scream and stretch… opening the door and after a few seconds, he hurried through the entrance doors… he was the same man, dressed in his blue jeans and black shirts, his lengthy hair all tangled and wet with sweat. As he hurried towards the reception counter, his mobile phone rang again, and this time the call did not last for even 30 seconds... He talked to the receptionist and then was guided to the lift room by the man stood there… he pressed the zero / ground button and waited impatiently...

As the lift emptied he entered it and pressed 5. The lift moved upwards and reaching 5th floor he ran towards to ICU. She was all tears when their eyes met... he walked towards her, talked to her, and made her sit in the cushions. Soon after that the door of the ICU opened, a nurse dressed in her white officials came out and called “any one for Usha?”

He stood up and walked towards her saying “Yes”. The nurse asked him to follow her, to the ICU. She also woke up to go inside, but the nurse said one at a time. He went inside to ICU along with the nurse, while she retired to the cushions. The ICU was accessible from the specialist doctor’s cabin as there was a second door. The nurse walked past a couple of doors and finally knocked the door with the board written Dr. Sanjay Aacharya. Come in, a voice was heard then.

There sat a man in his mid forties, his face fixed on the display screen in front of him, with a neatly trimmed facial and spectacles... He turned around the table as Niranjan sat down in the chair. Dr. Aacharya greeted him good morning with a smile and then soon the emotions altered like a professional doctor. He started talking Niranjan.

Mr.Niteesh, oh sorry, Mr. Niranjan, her condition is still critical, we must wait for Dr. Prasanna of AIMS hospital to visit her tomorrow. “Niranjan, we will have one more meeting if it is necessary before Dr. Prasanna is here. Niranjan smiled at him, though not sure about that words said, and then walked towards the door and headed towards Nita, who waited impatiently for him, and told her about Dr. Prasanna’s visit and together they went downstairs to the reception to know who Dr. Prasanna was. The Nurse on duty there said that Dr. Prasanna was the Senior Cardio Vascular Surgeon at AIMS hospital, who is known for his surgical records and trust. She, said, he was devoted to the profession, and never moved away from medical ethics.

Usha was taken to the hospital by Nita, her daughter two days ago following a chest pain, which on detailed examination and analysis proved to be a clot of blood. Usha was nearly 80 years old. Ever since, Usha was under close observation.

An hour later, Niranjan was called to Dr. Aacharya’s cabin for another meeting. Dr. Aacharya informed him that Dr. Prasanna would visit Usha next day, and she must undergo a major surgery, if possible tomorrow itself. He also informed that, Usha being aged, and with such a weak body, the chances of her survival is just 40-60.”. . Niranjan, understanding the emergency, moved out of the room with the official papers. Nita signed out the papers to carry out the surgery. It was only then they doctors told them that the cost of surgery and the hospital rents would finally come around Rs.8 lakhs.

Nita and Niranjan sat in silence for some moments hearing the cost, and Nita told, “Where do I go for such a huge money? Niranjan, if the chance is 40-60, why should we take the chance here, we can move her to the government hospital near by, how are we going to manage such a huge amout and that too by tomorrow”.Nita was in all tears and prayers then. Niranjan the told her, “this is the best hospital crew we could ever get in this place, and I don’t want your mom to be shifted from here, after all she is my mother too”. Nita has now known Niranjan for 2 years. She first met him in her office, The Zabre publishers. Niranjan was doing a press conference after the success of his first book titled “In Memories” which was a tribute to his mom who lived no more. It only adds to the writing craft of Niranjan that the book became the best seller in India.

Niranjan, after his mother's death, with his family’s burden on him, had to seek for a job though his writings earned him enough money to marry his sister to the man of her choice. And all he could thus save was the love of Nita. And finally Niranjan made Nita to agree to carry out the operations, though after signing the papers it was legally allowed. But she still worried about the amount needed, and they failed to figure out any possible means. Nita thought of selling their personal property, but later remember that it was in the bank, on account of the loan they borrowed.

The next morning Dr. Prasanna, a man nearing his fifties, reached the hospital by around 9 am. Niranjan was called into doctor’s cabin and after that meeting, Usha’s Surgery was scheduled on that same day at 11.30 am. An hour later Usha was shifted to the operation theatre. Niranjan and Nita stood outside the theatre as Dr. Aacharya and Prasanna went inside. It was then that the nurse informed them to pay a sum of 2 lakh rupees at the cash counter before the surgery begins. Niranjan and Nita was shocked to hear this then as they didn’t give out any means to make the money. Niranjan called his office and asked his office staff to see his savings till then in the credits. It only counted a sum of 80,000 rupees. All their hopes were shut then, and Nita fell into tears. Niranjan reclined to the cushions for some time and then stood up, took his mobile and dialled some numbers and talked. Those sources of Niranjan too failed to give the money they needed.

It was then that Niranjan got a call and he in a hurry left the hospital wings to the hospital taxi stand. Niranjan told the driver “Athul Publishers”. The car stopped at the athul publishers gate and after 30 minutes, he came out with wet eyes and a bag in his hands. The car left back to the SIMS hospital. Niranjan walked towards the counter and paid the amount there, and received the paid slip. He hurried up the stair ways to reach the operation theatre. He handed over the copy of the pay slip to the doctor’s assistant. It was almost 11.15 then.

Usha’s health was too weak that day that then the doctors had to postpone her surgery by one more day. This added to the worry of Nita and Niranjan. All they had to do then was pray to the almighty with all their heart. As it was the second day for them at the hospital, and having eaten only the food from the canteen, Niranjan sent Nita home to fresh up and apply for her leave… Nita, though she first hesitated to leave the hospital seeing her mother in serious condition later agreed to his loving order. She went to the bus stop, boarded the bus and on her way, as always the bus was hit by the road blocks. As she watched out of the window, she saw a Ganesha temple and all she had to do was to pray for her mother’s health. Reaching home, she freshened up and left to the hospital with fresh pair of dress for her mother and some home made food.

The first news she heard reaching the hospital was that her mother condition was a lot better and the doctors were thinking of bthe surgery that day itself. And in the noon, the surgery was carried out. It took 3 hours for the doctors to do the surgery. The doctors after the surgery didn’t give a clear picture of usha to them, and the only thing told was “she is still in critical conditions”. Three days passed and then on that Saturday evening, Usha opened her eyes to see her daughter. All their prayers were answered and after a couple of days she was moved to the general ward.

Niranjan stood by Nita and took care of her mother as it was his mother, and it was decided that they both will get married as soon as Usha was out of hospital wing. One more week at the hospital and then Usha was released from the hospital to their house. And the pending 6 lakh bill was settled by Niranjan on that day. The next Sunday, Nita was married to Niranjan in the presence of all their relatives at the same Ganesha temple she prayed for her mother.

On their first night after marriage, nita asked him, “Niranjan, how did you manage to find the money for momma’s surgery? All he did was to smile at her, and then the naughty romantic girl in Nita pleaded to her sweet heart, who confessed, “ I sold the authority and publications rights of all my books to Athul Publishers that night “.

An episode taken from
------- A Biography of Niranjan Jha, written by Nita Niranjan.

The dedication said
“ to my beloved husband who left me after these many years, who wanted me to smile always, I dedicate this book, with all my love.”

*****

PS : My First Story Completed, with all helps from the man of stories, and thank you so much sir.

Sleep

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 18:31:00 +0000

There will be a day
When I shall sleep
With no dreams
No nightmares
And no fear of failure
Nor will I triumph
On my victories
I will sleep
with all peace,
And thus,
Eternal my soul would turn.

Guest Post 9

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:37:00 +0000

O foolish mind! By Manivannan S. i do not know to introduce this amazing blogger, infact he doesnt need any introduction. when his pen make poems, there is devotion, when its text the is the true words and emotions.

When everything is bestowed unto you...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to say I and mine?

When moon, sky, stars and sun belong to you...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to build homes?

When mountains, rivers, trees and flowers welcome you...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to live within locked doors?

When earth, water, air and space are for free...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to trade?

When you can take nothing with you...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to accumulate?

When happiness and joy are your very nature...
Where did you learn, O foolish mind, to lead a life of misery?

I Have No Words, Yet [it marks my 555th day in this space]

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 18:31:00 +0000

Today as i am living my 555th day here, in the blogsphere, i have no words to express how and what i feel.. but i know, i feel so accomplished. when i read and move from blogs to blogs, i know how well people are dedicated to this space, each day they come up with new thoughts, posts and discussions. they read and encourage people. i am obliged. i hope that people know that i don't read any published authors, i keep myself engaged by reading the posts in blogs, and they are worth reading and spending the time on. it feels so odd and bad when some one asks me have you read this book by this person and i smile at them and say, sorry i i didn't read as i didn't have a library membership. did i ever bother to get one? no i didn't. even after three years of moving to this place, i didn't bother to go and make a library membership

wondering why this blabbering? i just want to thank all you people, who read what i write, who stand by me, who encourage and support me, who wants me to write well. without your support and kind words, a lazy kid with no reading skills and no exposure to the literature world like me, would have lived a 555days, noticed by a few bloggers. true that you can live a 1000 days without being noticed, but i feel so accomplished as you did notice me, you did read me, and more than that you encouraged me.

As i complete this milestone, let me look back, i came to this place in 2007 December, and started the whole lot of myself, tagged them poems, and published, now i know, i don't write poems, i just try to write them, thanks to those people who are really talented, for those people who made me know what real poetry is all about.

Some names to mention as i quit blabbering now,

Rugma, dear lady without you being the first person to read/comment, i wouldn't have written in the initial stages, this place would have died an easy death.

Parthasarathi or KP Sir, as i call him, you are a source of inspiration.Without your comments and your mails that encourage, i wouldn't have dared to think, think and the write

Lakshmi or Lakshmi akka, You made me smile with all your comments, and ever since you came across this place, i knew that i will have one reader, who will always appreciate what i write. thank you for that akka.

Saji, this man from UAE, basically from kerala is another source of inspiration, every time he catches me online, me make me thing, me encourage me to write and read, yes read the publish authors and his comments make me feel good.

Ayesha, i remember all the comments and chat sessions we had, and with your around, i knew what devotion and dedication is all about.

Vim 3, her existence in the blogsphere didn't last for long, and she is not seen around this place these days, when she was around, she made me know she was.

Sneha, your comments and posts make me smile.

Jinju, i know i met this amazing blogger a little late, but ever since i knew her, she made it sure that i write original.

Manivannan, he has always appreciated what i do, and i am so so so thankful to you.

Dubu, the story teller, he blogs very rarely, but every time he came, me let me know that he was around.

Zenana, Jasmine and Maxcely, for reading what i write.

Amritorupa, Mahesh, Rakesh bhai, Rakesh Divakar, you people made your presence count with the comments.

Bindhu unny, i loved your English verses and the occasional comments.

Slow Prpcessor and Sindhu Bhairavi, you people came at the same time almost, and still remember what you both said on the other blog, which is almost dead now, not to write things with sorrows in it, but i am really sorry, without sorrows and pains, i havent written much, and i am extremely glad that even though sadness and pains were/are the main themes i mainly deal with, you both still read, comment and encourage.

Sudheeshettan and Sreehari mash, what do i have to tell you, it feels so good to chat with you people and sreehari mash, i like your posts and the occasional comments.

Kajal, and Neelima, you both make my virtual sisters,and i feel soo good to have you both around, and Kajal, i still remember your patience to listen on that day, and neelima, i still remember the courier bomb :D

Pulkit, for the visit, i hardly read you hindi posts, cause my command over the language is ..

Anupama, for the well said comments and encouragement, for the words exchanged in the comments sections, and caht boxes, for saying that i am real talented

Miss Sunshine or Apurva and Crystal, i love the comments you make.

every names, mentioned as in the order as you entered this place.and one or two may be not in the order,
and i am thankful to all you people, and if ever i missed out some one, i apologise.

its shravan signing off, humming my favourite song, and the last lines,

special dedications, for Ambili, for making to write, for saying that i have the talent, and with out those words, i wouldnt have stepped into the blogsphere. for Amrutha, with out the letter exchanged, i would have polished my writing skills, and you shall always be remembered.

and, if ever in these 555days, i hurt any of you by any means, i apologize with an open heart.. i am sorry. and i know i have hurt some people beyond forgiving, i have hurt some peoples feelings and emotions, i am sorry, i hope time will heal everything.

***
part two

the book worm is me is still still alive. i realized it today. yeah, yesterday noon when i was busy proof reading and correcting the articles for the college magazine, away from my home, i got this call from the courier office, saying i have a courier. i had no options to go and retrieve it then, and all i had to do was to call Hafis, a college mate of mine, man you drive well ! in just an hour i got the courier and i returned to my "work space"

as i signed up papers at the courier offices, the urge was on for me to know that the courier carried, and in no time less that a 3o seconds, i opened the courier, found this great book by India's best selling author, Chetan Bhagat, "One Night @ The Call Center". and this time also, the courier was sent by the same person who sent the chocolates as a part of this days celebration. i am obliged to you, or rather i feel so.

didnt i say that i realized that the book worm in me is still alive? believe me when i say, i finished reading the story, and just 3 stretches. i didnt get time to read the book yesterday, reasons in part 3. this moring, as i woke up and had nothing else to do than the editing works for the magazine, i felt bored and i opened this book, and started reading, after 4 long years of being seperated from the books, it wasnt that easy for me to read, but with every line read, it was back, the urge, what next, the feelings and the guest was back.. the first stretch lasted for a 44 page read..

and then the second reading stretched till page 96, and then came the final stretch, which finished at aroun 11.03 pm in my clock, i finished the book in just a day, and, let me say, i loved the book, and i would term the book as romatic, leaving all other elements behind.

i am no good at book reviewing, i never had a chance, and even now i dont intend to take up that challenge. but still i would like to have some say on it.

i loved the book, and i loved it for the romance in it. and Bhagat's way of story telling is real cool n calm, he is emotional ! look at the way he plotted the emotions of vroom, yeah i found him emotional, he is similar to me, i tend to shed my anger in the same way as he did, break the moniter the pen :)

so the story comes great when you have the simplest of idea applied on it. you sneak in to your managers cabin, type mail from his id and sent it to people and finally threaten him , all for a good cause though. this book made me smile too. the god part you see in the book is another variety from usual ways for writing, and it is awesome work. and to sum up, this story is plotted at and around the lives of 6 people

1. shyam

2.vroom or varun

3.priyanka

4.esha

5.radhika

6. military uncle

the manager bhakshi is just a parasite as the character says at him. and again, the character of military uncle didnt get due importance. for me i felt the story rather oriented on shyams and priyankas life. but again, you cant neglect the other persons, as the represent the society. esha represents that risk taking person who want to reach good heights in careers and one who finally messes things for no fault of her, vroom is just the example of angry youth with true feelings and emotions and good deeds. radhika personifies the womanhood who suffer at their homes, and military uncle has no say, expect for the ill treatment old people get from their siblings. and priyanka is the example of that female who wants to have her own money to do the higher studies, to say the least. i am not going to analyse her, its beyond me. and shyam personifies the you and the me who at times rate ourselves good for nothing individual, but when motivated, can go on a winning streak

all together i rate this book and 9.5 out of 10, ofcourse personal feelings involved, this is the first book i seriously read after 4 long years.

***

part 3

stop using pain killers. man i had to take one pain killer yesterday morning to make myself stable to work with the magazine issues. i took just one pill in the morning and now i am in all troubles with the side affects. a fever hit me, i lost my tastebuds working, it burned my stomach, abdomen and even a**. it made me lose my sleep with the pain and dehydration, it put me in hell. say no to pain killers

love shravan.

off section: i am sorry to sent you away from talking to me, even after knowing that you meant good, but the person in you is beyond the level of acceptance for me. i am sorry.

PS : check the preview post to see the guest post [highly recommended]

Guest Post 8

quillinginblood@gmail.com (Shravan RN) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 18:31:00 +0000

Eternal... By Slow Processor.
This blogger is from Mysore, who has the poetic ability and i love her works. and this post comes as a celebration post, following the 555 days of existance in the blog world.

I have no face
Nor you have one
I am a deep sigh
You - a warm touch

Choking a tune of pain
Sat our life
On an ailing bed…

Then came a bouquet of love
I’m your shade
Waiting outside a dream
All stories are the same

In the busy street of life
we could never meet
for, I have no face
Nor you have one

Death never take lives..
Taken away are our masks
it is light ever after
For our souls
alive or not,
All stories are the same!