I am Going Home - I am interupting the guest posts!!

I am elated right now, because I am going back to my home. I have lived in Chennai for almost 2 years now, but this above mentioned quote I guess describes the long and short of it. I have liked this city for its goodness. But I have never stopped missing my hometown. Not also for a single bit of moment.
I came here, with countless dreams in my heart and a little fear in my mind. I never knew how this city, the people would treat me. I met some really good people, who helped me, who supported me, who guided me. But I always found something missing. I always missed friends more than anything. I never had a group of girlfriends here, whom I could share my everyday stuff with. I was used to it back in Mumbai. I had so many friends. Here I had only Amit. I had no life apart from work and home. No hanging out with the gang, no evenings to meet friends, no fun actually. We created fun with whatever resources we had!! But it was never enough. We mostly cribbed, and then moved on, because there was no option. But now I do have an option. I am taking it up!
I am going back to my own land, where people speak the same language as I do, they eat the same food that I do, they watch the same movies that I do, they listen to the same music that I do….where people know me inside out…where I can be myself…without any compromises…any obstacles….I can live among people who understand me….
I am so relieved…..really. I can’t express in words. It’s not like Chennai is not a good place to live in. But it’s good only if you can speak Tamil, if you can eat rice all the time, you can enjoy tollywood movies……etc…
I could not manage any of it! But I have decided something amazing to do. I am going to click loads of photos that reflect the essence of this peaceful serene city. I have no complains….I am going to miss my home here….It was the very first home after our marriage ….I know I am not going to find a home even closer to this one in Mumbai….this house will always remain special ….not because it was big... not because of 24 hours water...not because of "no load shedding"...not because it was in a chic location, not because it had an open to sky balcony….…..….only because it was our very own first home!
My next post will have only photographs, of some of the things that I observed in this city, some amusing, some really funny, some sweet……watch out for more...

In Love With A Superhero

Know what y'all?
She's in love with a superhero
Ever since he's come into her life
Her problems have zeroed

[Huh?! What worries?]

He's hot, he's cute, he's strong
You should see his muscles sometimes
But now they've been away for long
Still her knight in shining armor shines

[He's wanted for being so dazzling]

He treats her like a Princess
He takes care of all her tensions
He understands when she fesses up
He gives her faith and attentions

[He is so everything]

She's in love with a Superhero
He's got more stealth than Batman
He's even more charming than Zorro
He could beat Batman

[He could give lessons to Edward Cullen]

His heart is so golden
His smile is so heart warming
In front of him, all even turns molten
All madness he gets taming

[He's charm at it's best]

He does things like magic
He is so brainy when he uses his logic
With him nothing is tragic
Thinking about him, she gets so nostalgic

[She misses him but he's always around]

Se snaps back from her reverie
As he talks, she stares at him thinking of his bravery
He is human by the end of the day
But so charming and heroic, the respect never fades away

[He lives with me every moment – in my heart, in my mind… He lives on…]

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Hey Aditi,

Congratulations on completing 50 posts! And thanks for letting me write! Hopefully you'll cross many such milestones in blogsville and in real life. God bless you! Have a great wonderful life!

Love,

Ms.R.

A Love Story......Second Guest Post

He woke up to a start..It was a horrific dream,something which he wished, never came to haunt him anymore.He had seen Noyona die in it and right now,felt very much intimidated by it.Moving out from the bed,he was frantically searching for his fone.He remembered he had kept it at the coffee table last night after speaking to Noyona.......

Neil searched all over the table,and found nothing..Frustrated,he tried to recollect the sequence of events that transpired last night.........And then,it struck him that he had left it last at the computer table in the study room.........The study room resembled a mess.Books strewn all over,dirty laundry,cigar,newspapers and it looked like the typical suite in a bachelor setup.He finally grabbed the fone,which was lying under a heap of laundry.It was 0245 and Noyona would be sound asleep by now.He was confused as to whether he should make a call or if he rather check on her once it dawned.He convinced himself for the latter,and went to sleep........15 minutes had passed and he still lay down,eyes wide open.He couldn't sleep.Every time he shut his eyes,the gory image of the dream came by and he couldn't take this anymore.

It had only been 7 months since their wedding,which was one of the most grand events in South Bombay.There was an exodus of celebrities from all over India into the Grande Ashok for the wedding.....And 7 months later,they found themsellves separated by their careers.Noyona,a journalist had to leave for Hyderabad for her work and Neil,a Finance freak was left,alone in his South Bombay flat. He missed her sooo much right now...Noyona was about to complete her assignments and was poised to join him soon,back in Bombay..

He tries to shut his eyes tight and get off into slumber....It doesn't happen because even this time around,he is awakened by the gory image of Noyona lying in a pool of blood in front of him.Unable to take it anymore,he calls up her number....the fone rings and Neil is relieved..Atleast the fone is ringing...He waits expectantly for Noyona to pick up,but she doesn't.He tries further,twice,thrice,four times--she still doesn't pick up the fone.He tries calling Sasha,her colleague at work to enquire what's wrong??Sasha picks up the call,rather dazed and also surprised to see Neil calling her this late into the night..

"Hello........,What happened Neil?? "

"Hey sashy..,noyon isn't picking up the fone..Do you have any updates on her??? " in a very fatigued tone..

"Neil,she had left office on a half day leave,didn't tell me anything about her plans when I asked her.....Kya hua??sab tho theek hai na??"(what happened,everything is well alright?? )

"acha..thanks..I 'll get back to you later sashy,bye....Good night "

"Bye..."

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7am,Noyona's house in Banjara Hills, Hyderabad....

Noyona wakes up,rather earlier than usual.Someone's banging on the door.It must be the milk man,she thinks and says,"Oru nimisham..."(Just a second... )

A few minutes pass before she answers the door..As soon as she opens it,there is Neil standing with the milk packets...She rubs her eyes off to see if it indeed was a dream,and then pinches herself..No,it wasn't a dream after all..

"What???!!!!!How come,you are here right now???!!!!I spoke to you yesterday and you never told me anything about this visit...???!!! " in a hugely surprised tone....

"Actaully,I planned it pretty late yesterday and got going and thought I'll throw you a surprise first up in the morning...So got a ticket booked on the first morning flight and here I am...." grinning widely at her...

He was rather relieved that all was well with her..Unable to sleep further,he decided to turn up at the airport in another hour to be able to catch the first morning flight to Hyderabad...and here he was,breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of Noyona,in her pyjama pants,just out of the bed..

"So,what was with the fone yesterday???Tried calling you,last night...You did not pick up...??? "

"I am sorry.......had put the fone in silent yesterday after we spoke,so I did not hear you calling.. ", said Noyona

They got settled and just as she was making coffee,she called out, "Now that you have thrown me a surprise,lemme give one back to you.." and beamed at Neil....

"Ohhhhh!!!!What's that gonna be now???? "

"Well,my assignments here are over....and we can fly back to Bombay...together...and forever... tonight...."

Neil couldn't believe this..He fell out of his chair and rushed towards Noyona...and for a minute was just left staring at her...

"I missed you soooooo much..... " tears rolling out of his cheeks...

"So did I honey...." , said Noyona unable to control her emotions....

They were in bliss.....!

So that was the story,hope you had a nice read.. Right now,all I wanna say is thanks to the author (Aditi) who happens to be a good friend,for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express myself at her stage and also raise a toast in celebrating her 50 posts on the blogosphere..

Thanks a zillion for all those wonderful posts,that has given readers like me,wonderful memories and added new flavours to our lives...

love ..:)

Nikhil

Manufacturer Ne Bana Di Jodi - First Guest Post

Hey all,
Here's the very first guest post of a friend. He has commented on my blog on all posts without fail...well thanks for that Neeraj. Also the one to insist that I have a shout box on my blog!! I never knew what it was until he told me! LOLz..

P.S. Neeraj, I am sorry but I somehow could not upload a photo for your post, I tried for a long time ...I guess some problem!! Dont worry your story is a visual in itself!! :P



"I was thinking what to write and this came into my mind........this is
love story with no twists and turns. Story is incomplete...all
incomplete love stories are sweet...arn't they?.

This love story is of love between "the mouse (he) and the key-board (she)".
definitions : The mouse= i
The keyboard= you
The mouse+ The Keyboard= We

Here it goes....

I remember the day we were created.....err....manufactured. what was the name of the manufacturer? hmmmmm....but that doesn't matter, what matters is "we were made for each other". We travelled together for long time. We stayed together in one place for so long .well ,i had no analog/digital clock with me to measure the exact
duration....but it was long for sure. You were hidden from me by some cardboard . Don't know why they kept us separated from each others view and we kept silent for so long when we were "made for each other". I always had crush on you.

We have real vibrant work-place. I remember the day when we were taken out to be employed in same place by our owner.we have to support uncle CPU to help him send signal to auntie TFT-monitor ( no gossiping plz :p ) . Here i would like to salute the the understanding between uncle CPU and auntie TFT-Monitor. They have always worked in coherence and they complement each other so well in-spite of the fact that they are not married to each other. Next notable employee is the hottie-cutie-singer err..... the speaker-system. She is responsible for creating the vibrant musical environment. All of us have to be supported by BIG-brother/Boss The UPS . No one moves without his support , for those who are confused , we run on power supplied by
him. Not to forget little pen-drive , uncountable creatures called CDs-DVDs they visit our place quite often. Ya new entrant, already a sweet friend of mine , The External-hard-disk . They say he has vast space under his possession which caught the imagination of our owner. Special mention to the chick "the head-phone". She has real dream figure no wonder it's a pleasure to have her in the surrounding...( i
know you are jealous of her..hehe ).Our owner calls himself "above0007" , real weird name but after all he is our master.

Coming back to our love-saga ;I was floored by your beauty , the elan with which you carried yourself. You were complex like all gals(no offence , han!!), but there did exist the beauty. I knew you were more capable than me , but our owner did trust me more when you and me had to perform similar work. Top secret, he was novice user then. These days , he relies on you more than me and rightly so , i am happy to
enjoy leisure and see you work. I knew you were impressed by my simplicity and my "cute-face" weren't you?...i can see you blushing (see , i know what you call my face ). It felt heavens when you touched me accidently, actually i had touched you, my weird working style can't work without moving weirdly. hey , do you really require
those many "keys"....oops...you call them ornaments. I know it's impossible to persuade you on this topic.You people just can't live without ornaments. Oyeee ...you look more beautiful with them....irony you were floored by my simplicity but you keep yourself so complex with ornaments. Another secret revealed , i love you more with all your ornaments.

Hey dear ,everything has been dream till now for us. We have spent countless number of hours working together. We are always within touching distance of each other , isn't this special thing all lovers wish.We are so lucky to have been made for each other. You know what,recently i saw a LAPTOP, another work-place. There i saw a crazy guy "a touch-pad" sitting next to a key-board.He calls himself cool
metraosexual "dude" as if he is a cold thing.I am relieved no touch-pad is there in our work-place and on top of that i have faith in you and in our love which is pure-for-sure.

Before closing: when we wish something strongly , whole universe conspires to help us. you and i both know, we wait for our best moment, that is when i get chance to touch my body with yours , but i need my masters support to do this. Master are you reading this :P......lolz .Ours is clearly a case of "manufacturer ne bana di
jodi" ( manufacturer created the duo ). May only new/sweet chapters are added in our love story.......i can say here "dance pe chance mar le ".....saga continues......"

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Words for aditi.....
you are special and i wish you keep smiling and get everything in life what you want.It's a privilege to know you and to be guest on your blog is like dream for me. Congratulations on reaching this milestone of 50 blog entrie; this may seem virtual milestone but happiness associated is real. Keep on spreading smile dear "
aditi..............:)" ( yes, if i am not wrong there are 14 dots in your profile name :P )

Neeraj (http://onceblogbyneeraj.blogspot.com/)

Raising a toast....for the 50th post!! :)

I am on my 49th post, it feels really nice. I started blogging about 1 and a half year back, I used to write in my diary ealrier ...but then one of my friend introduced me to this amazing concept and I got hooked on to it. Initially I used to write rarely, but now that I have so many blogger friends I feel motivated to write more. I feel so good to express something here...so far no one has judged me or tried to give unwanted advice. All of you readers have been great friends. Some times in life, you know you wont be able to talk it out..thats when writing helps. Blogging is a wonderful habbit that I am used to now, and I never ever want to give up on it...at times, I might be busy and write less...at times I might be writing continuously!! But I will keep it going, because I really enjoy it. Thanks to the whole Blospot team, who make it so userfriendly and most importantly free!
But also, I am not so much into technicalities, so frankly speaking I dont even know how to post a name of a person which can lead to their blog :P I will learn it eventually. LOLz..
To celebrate my 50th post, I am going to invite a few blogger friends to post on my blog, anything that they feel about the blog or maybe nothing related to the blog...I hope you all will have fun reading those guest posts...

On this ocassion I would like to thank each and everyone who has commented on my blog and encouraged me to write more, at times disagreed with my posts and shared it frankly....love ya all!!
So do read the guests posts and leave your comments on the same....you all mean a lot to my blog and me!! :)

Something sweeter than Chocolate...

She returns home after a stressful day and is looking forward to munch on some chocolate…!! As she opens the fridge and gallops down cold water hurriedly she notices that the Cadbury she was intending to have is no where in sight!
“Where’s the Cadbury!!!??!!” she shouts.
“I ate it!!” he yells in a higher voice.
“How many times have I told you to share? I mean don’t you listen, don’t you care at all!!”
“No…I don’t sis!!” Laughs wickedly
“It’s not about a chocolate …..It’s about sharing…GOD!!!” fumes and leaves the room…
As she sits in her room irritated, she spots a half eaten Cadbury on her study table with a note…”this time I remembered you…my dear sis!!”

My Dad Bestest!!!

It’s also father’s day on my birthday this year!!! So how could I miss out on such a special occasion of writing something about my father!! I have always been gifting my mom, but dad I haven’t gifted that much, because he was away most times. When ever he was with us, we would do something special…
I remember one time, dad was coming home after a year I, my mom and my brother had renovated the whole house in 3 days…that’s it! We had changed wall papers; brought new bed sheets…table cloths…etc! He is very fond of all this, I mean he loves to have a beautiful house, also extremely clean and organized!!  Sometimes it’s hard for us to cope with this…but it’s amusing!
He has always been a guide, he never taught us anything, explained us the right things in the form of stories, even today if he wants to convey something to me, he puts it in a story and says it. He addresses us as his diamonds, in every single mail...and I love it! : P
He never said “no” to anything we wanted, once I was in a shop with mom and dad and we were actually shopping for my mom, but I (as usual) fell in love with this beautiful dress and I expressed it to them, with an expression as if I was okay even they didn’t buy it for me!! My mom doesn’t generally fall prey to my tricks, so she was very clear not to buy it for me….she knew I would not use it…..she knew me….and she was actually right, I dint need to buy anything actually. So we finally did not buy it, poor mom also did not buy anything for her! But then dad was observing me…my crooked face and fake maturity….so he just smiled at me and drove back to that shop and bought it for me!! My mom also laughed her heart out, when she looked at my pleased face!! :P
I haven’t seen a person who is
More Generous than him
More patient than him
More loving than him
More principled than him
More dedicated than him
He has beenan ideal son to my grandparents…they wouldn’t agree more too! Of course he is the best dad in the whole world!!! I love him so much and he is going to get two gifts, one of them too special….my mom is visiting him in Lagos this weekend …she will there for three whole months…..also we have sent a gift for him…..wont disclose now, he reads my blogs!! 
Love you baba….too much….more than you will ever know!