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My dad used to love cricket and thats how i started loving cricket. Dad taught me everything about cricket and then he taught me that there are 2 kinds of players in Cricket; one is Sachin and then the rest.  We watched Cricket together. We loved watchin Sachin Tendulkar play, win the matches, score tons, taking wickets, fielding, and making the crowd call out Sachin Sachin Sachin tru out the match. I hated watchin Sachin getting out, i'm sure most of the people loving cricket (Both Indians and Foreigners) hated that particular moment. Even Darren Sammy who took the catch last day was sad. Everyone would miss the legend on the field now. I still remember those stupid exams which came the next day there was a match but then i didnt miss Sachin playing, i would always ask dad to call me when Sachin would come to the crease and my dad was more than happy to call me up when Sachin came up. I have heard parents telling their kids when Sachin gets out "Why the hell do you want...

I was kinda checking out some of the pics that i had taken long back when i was at college and this one really did bring back loads of memories. Scene : Some random classroom. So we were all back to college to collect some of the certificates that we had submitted during the admission time. As usual i was fighting with the college administrator over some admission card that they had not given me. After the tiring conversation which was not a cool one i went back to the classroom where a couple of my friends were sitting. We were officially kicked out of college (Since our exams were over we were officially BCA pass outs) so we had this one chance to sit back and enjoy those last moments at college with friends. Everyone were busy exchanging contact numbers and addresses, some were busy with their mobile phones, talking, hugging out each other, and i found a friend of mine writin down this autograph. I stood next to her and took this pic. So it has been more than 2 years since thi...

We meet a lot of people on a daily basis; bad, good, real, fake and the category goes endless. But then some of them are awesome too. Its not the face that determines the person its what he/she does which explains what kind of a person he/she is. As a matter of fact some people do judge others just for the looks but deep inside there might be an awesome human being in him. I do have a passion for photography and at times i do take my camera and set off on a trip. So while i'm off in the hunt for some really good pictures i do meet a lot of people. I love kids and usually i make them my subject but some parents don't really like the very idea of taking pictures of their kids. Once i was in a Mall and i found this very cute happy kid running around the food court; the very idea of taking his pic came up and i was like going to take some pics when a lady from behind started yelling at me asking not to take his pics. OK so that was weirdo... anyways i shut the camera and went ba...

Those attractive eyes, your cute chubby cheeks, the lovely sweet lips, the slightly flat nose, the shaped eyebrows, the silky smooth hands, the perfectly awesome smile... I’m gonna miss everything. But those memories will always remain deep inside me. All those moments that we were together, all those time that we spent on the phone, the small-small fights, all those dreams that we had for us, that happy little time when we used to walk together hand in hand, those sweet kisses, the messages, your sound, everything..., I know I am never going to get those moments back again, never again. I will surely miss them for sure, miss them badly. All I can do is recall every moment but then tears rolls down and I feel as if there is no more life that I need to live. I still remember the day we met; I still remember the day when I texted you for the first time, the contents, the reply and everything related to you and me. There are things that I might forget but if it is associated with you ...

Well the Post headline might deceive you but let me be very frank, I'm writing this under the influence of a beer :P I strongly believe that my actions are responsible for the next couple of days in my life, probably a couple wont be enough i guess :P. This very post is for ppl who think that driving or riding after drinking or consumption of alcohol is kwel.... Your very life might not be so very important that you have decided to drink and drive and cause a havoc or a complete mess. There are ppl who value their life and makes sure that they build up a future for themselves as well as their near and dear ones but those who drink and drive has been makin the others life a mess. ''My fate is my responsibility; my actions''. I have seen ppl telling that they can even drive single handed after drinking enough alcohol..... Fuck you retards... coz your senses are at stake when you are drunk. Your life is at stake and so is our life too. My words might not be as sharp...

It was a friend of mine, a B.Tech graduate, who ended up working as a salesman for a million-dollar company that got me thinking about this topic. He was an excellent student during his college days, graduated with an impressive 73.4% mark, and was definitely the outlier among us in a fun way. I always thought he would go on to work for a big multinational corporation as a software developer. However, after completing his studies, he took some time off and then joined a startup company as a salesman. I would credit his efforts for significantly contributing to the company's success, allowing the CEO to proudly declare, "Yes, we are now a million-dollar company." He now earns more than a senior developer. What sets this friend apart is that he never feels offended when someone calls him "just a salesman." Instead, he proudly states, "YES, I AM A SALESMAN." I began to believe that there's a salesman in each of us. Consider a guy proposing to a lady –...

I was at my friends house and saw this small kiddo(10 years) who is a friend of mine riding his bike(cycle). It was then that i noticed that he had worn the same t-shirt yesterday. I asked him "Why do you keep wearing the same t-shirt everyday" and then he asked me "Did you know that there is a new girl named Aswathy(8 years) who have moved into our neighborhood recently ?" I said yes . And then he added "She said i look great in this T-shirt" And then i asked him whether he likes her. To my surprise he corrected me saying " Like alla etta ithu love'a' "(Its not 'like' its LOVE ) . o_0 Kids these days.... P.S : Well you will find some dialogues in Malayalam but the English translation will be there in brackets

A serene scene fascinating the eye where i found drops dripping down to earth from the hands of a woman.....

..Edapalli Toll.. Half a day wasted on a beautiful Sunday in Edapalli. The heat and the traffic jam, aah i was just enjoying it.... Nothing else could have made my day. So if you are planning to spend some good time in Ekm on weekends. Nah nah nah... not a good decision ppl. 

Well this took place in a bus and while I was getting back home from work. I got in the bus and had to sit near the front door as the rest of the seats were occupied and I wanted to sit by the window(I usually sit near the window). It was around 7.40pm when I boarded the bus. I normally listen to songs with the headsets on, I was adjusting my headphones when a middle aged guy, around his 35’s came and sat near me. He was asking something for which I had to take off the headsets to answer him. The bus started its journey from Ekm Bus Station to Chalakudy. I took my tickets and went back to hearing songs. I had my laptop bag on my lap and there was a separation for the footboard and there was not much space for me to relax my legs. It was a tiresome journey as it takes about 1 hour to reach Edapilli due to traffic blocks. I was listening to my favorite songs when suddenly I felt something on my lap. At first I thought it would be just the bag not in position. Later I felt the same move...

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