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Daniel craig saw a creature irritating a boy, trying to tear him apart and he throws a small stone on it to distract it from the boy. He then switches on his iron wrist gadget and shoots a ray towards the creature that is as big as an undertaker and as fat as the sumo wrestler. The creature escapes the ray leading itself to a window above the members in the room. When Daniel started walking

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Mayank is getting married on 16th. He is one of my closest friends and with whom I share most memorable moments in my life. I had mentioned about him before in my blog, and you could refer this link for more details. I am not sure whether I would be able to witness his marriage, as my leave is not sanctioned. Hope he will not be angry and would share at least the photos to see it virtually.I met

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She was standing besides the far most pillar at the end of the hall that could be easily visualized by any person non anemic in his physical characteristics. The environment and the surroundings were a proof that it is evening with exposure dim and below 50% of the acceptable limits. I started to move ahead visualizing her in the center of my eyes, as if an image was registered in the ROM (Read

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I purchased a chapatti maker few years ago and from then I have been using it to prepare the chapattis. Preparing them using the standard chakla belan way was tiresome and I did not have so much time to wait and see them become eatables. I have been asked by several blog readers and colleagues as to how I prepare it and that they find it very difficult. Neighbors say that they tried it many a

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I shifted to the new home in Ernakulam few months ago. Silent walls, clean furniture, modern kitchen, big hall, brilliant antiques that resemble the art during the Mouryan Empire are few additions, leaving me in a big home alone. I did QUIT a lot of important things in my life but couldn’t leave cooking behind, as someone once said “roti kapda aur makan”. I am not prepared to start writing long

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These are few of my findings that I consider affects life at Abhi. I posted the last article on August 19, 2011 and that was also the last day I read any blog. Anu asked me to start with some short articles so I would try a return to blogging.To see the sunshine at 8 Am, running for toothbrush, towel, food, and iron clothes has become a habit these days. I am trying to finish my jobs early,

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“Hello, how may I assist you? Ok, Ok, Yes, Correct, Please come before 11 AM” came a melodious sound from a Heavenly engineered speaker attached to the portion below the nose of a woman sitting behind a wooden platform. I went to the reception and asked the woman to book an appointment with the Physician. She said that I should deposit 200 rupees and it is the standard amount ‘Medical centre

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It was on this dark day, when the clock in the hall was dead, tube light was blinking as never before, insects, cockroach, and ants were running as if they had participated in a marathon and my head was loaded with 100 kg, temperature at 110 degrees. I was feeling weak and was advised to visit a doctor at the earliest. It was 14.7.2011, a Thursday at 7 Pm when I took my bike and rushed to a

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Cochin is surrounded by water bodies, and that is a known fact. Cochin is now within water and that is an unknown known fact. You get up each morning, brush your teeth, bath and when you step outside the gate, the shower starts though you have already completed a bath. This isn’t a small shower that can be adjusted using your hand but a shower that is a property of the god’s. I was as lazy as the

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I stared blogging a year ago with the intention of recording each and every moment of my life, happiness, sadness, friendship, experience, mistakes etc. It was not long for me to enter the stage where I had a lot of people expressing their views on the writing, way of writing. I thought it instills happiness in people when they read it. I was interested in some blogs for which I was a regular

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It is 11 PM and I am tired to write a post. However, I feel that this has been in the mind since weeks and should be on the blog. Let’s keep this post simple as I have a video that would explain most of the details. As always, I used my mobile for a video capture and thus there would be problems with hearing the sound. Please use your headphones or a speaker for a better performance. A CAUTION is

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Last week my cousins came to Ernakulam. The royal land of Tripunithura was burning in the sun and that was when we decided to visit Hill Palace. Hill palace is located two kilometers from my house. It was once the administrative office of the King of Cochin. It is converted into a museum where the artifacts used by the king and his family are displayed. Continuous buses are available from

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Ok let us start this thought process with a topic that I am planning to share since long. Hey! Starting with a disclaimer: “All the characters in this thought process are imaginary or rather are the models of real-time scenarios. If this has anything to do with the people you know, then it is purely coincidental”. I will narrate a story and then we will jump to the topic.Once upon a time (...

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It has been long since we had an adventure or did something crazy. The people who steal from others are called thieves but what would you call the people who try to steal from their home? It was Sunday and we were bored, watching movies and playing caroms. Oh! I forget to tell you about our caroms game mania. It was four years ago that I and some of the friends purchased a big carom board and

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It is 6 Am and as usual, I was on the streets with a brush in my mouth searching for my friends to discuss the dreams I saw at night. The streets were empty and the atmosphere was cool with mild air passing, touching my ears and chin. I was studying in third standard and we were staying in Sangole’s house for rent. Sangole was a old Appuppan(Grandfather) who had a kutoosan(a villain character in

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I am trying to write a post and read a blog but all tries and no success. I open the compose window of blog and close it, start browsing blogs, reach them, read them and never post comments. Last week I decided to wake up daily at 6 Am regardless of when I sleep. I continued this and I could notice insufficient sleep as a reason to my hesitation in reading/ writing. I believe sticking to this

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5 March 1992, was the day when my sister was born. That was a nice morning and I was too small to express joy the way elders did with hugs, shaking hands, laughs etc. I could only show a mere smile on my face watching my sister in the hands of nurse. I was alone at home and it was good to have a partner in creating disasters. I have seen her grow from the day she was small as a mouse until today

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Let us fly to the top where we could see people from a bird’s eye perspective with features to zoom in, zoom out, changing angles, and identify entities. I am 150 feet higher to where I was standing few minutes ago, everything happened so fast that I could not remember the motion. I can see birds flying below me, passing strange glances, worrying whether we have cage for them in the air. Let us

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It is Sunday 20th January 2011 and we are in front of Veegaland amusement park. It is hardly 15 minutes journey from home and there is not much traffic on the streets. I could see people walking into the park wearing Bermudas and t-shirts. Arun and I were on a bike whereas Melvin and Anup on another. We parked the vehicles and moved towards the ticket counters. The security guard said that the

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I was suffering from heavy cold, sneezing continuously at five SIPM (Sneezing Instances Per Minute) and decided to take rest. Prepared Chana Curry and chappatties for the BrUnch(Breakfast + Lunch). I purchased a thick woollen Jacket with a cap attached when I was at home and wore that to create a warm effect. I think you know more about me than my mother, updated about things happening in my life

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I am a person who likes to read recipes and adventures that others come across while an attempt to cook. I started cooking few years ago and since then I am a constant reader of several blogs and magazines. I see many recipes in blogs with beautiful pictures that appear tasty and delicious. It is hard to imagine how they would taste until you prepare them or someone prepares it for you. I used to

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The frequency of incidents happening in my life has increased while the tendency to write and read has reduced. Have I become the same kid behind whom my mother ran with a stick? On the other hand, maybe I am lazy again. There was a time when I used to write once in a day, and then it reduced to an article in 5 days and now two posts a month. The concept of sharing my daily incidents in life, “

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It is afternoon; I am still wearing the socks, jacket and the cap that were a protection from the cold weather in Nagpur. It has not been long since I was seen shivering on the platform of the railway station. Some beautiful women surrounding me as if they are the official white cats appointed by the Maharashtra government, slim, no six packs. One of them looked seriously into my eyes, as if I

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Vehicles are running on the road, spreading dust, making noise, with feeble sound of iron heard from the surroundings. The man wearing spectacles is cleaning the lamp that is among the others arranged in a row. Amma and Anjali are preparing the thread to place in the lamp. There are few women who are helping them in this work done as a part of devotion for the lord. The door has goddess Lakshmi

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I was feeling cool air on the face and I gather the woolen sheet to cover my head. It is cold outside and to get up in the morning is like asking you to appear for history exam. Amma woke me up with a long thin stick, hitting me hard on the legs. I suddenly jumped from the bed and saw her pointing her finger towards the bathroom “go and get ready for the school”. I managed to fix my legs on the

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Note: Apologies to those whose messages were not answered and to them whose works were not appreciated. I was ill and could not be online.A click on the black button, and it started singing. Further, an increase in the volume experienced when Gopu pressed the plus sign. There were shouts and taunts following the voices emitted from the speakers placed at the rear of the red-coloured Chevrolet

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I have a lot to speak and write when I think about the time I was in engineering. I was not a bookworm and never used to study 24x7 a day. My mother would insist me to study during the nights but I always like to study during the day. The maximum time I allotted for my studies in the daytime was 1 hour if I have it after my college hours. I go to college by 7 Am and would reach home by 8 Pm. Most

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Engineering was my passion...ok that is a “3 idiots” dialogue. I liked engineering and thus become an engineer. However, I never knew that North Indian states partly impart knowledge. I always believed that Bombay and Maharashtra board were better for studies in India. I had to change my views after coming to Kerala. I heard someone saying during my engineering career, “We engineers create for

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From the time, I was smart enough to understand things then I used to find why all like the unique ones and what make them so unique. During the lifeline, I was a fan of someone or the other and would try to be like them. I was in third and a great fan of He-man and would wish to be similar to him. I thought the sword He-man possesses is something that makes him unique and thus I insisted my

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Droplets of rain fell onto his face washing away the sweat generated by the body. His eyes were steady, looking far at its target, calm and confident. He moved into the crowd smashing big and small shoulders that were a hindrance to his goal. He was disturbing the non-violent queue that moves non-stop at a constant rate but they had no time to react to the intruder. He looked into a small window

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We are at the Le-Grande hotel in Andheri Mumbai and are tired to travel today. Gopu inspected the toilet and bathroom and indicated his approval on using it. He is very peculiar for hygiene and does everything in a systematic way. He jumped on to the bed like undertaker in WWE and registered the cushion perfect for the sleep. He scrolled onto the floor with the unique skills he learnt from the

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Wherever you go, you bring happiness and joy... that is what we believe and we started our journey with these thoughts in mind. I was standing below a fan in the railway station, rubbing and removing the water droplets from my body that started emitting in the hot weather on Sunday. There were men in white dhoti and casual dress and women in saree and salwar; some waiting for the trains, looking

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Hey! Today I would like to discuss with you on the blogosphere about a very serious topic, rather a very important topic. I was with Sandeep and Prachika having my lunch when Sandeep started discussing the topic about my marriage. I said that I am not old to get married and I need more time to take family decisions. He introduced several questions to which Prachika gave equal and opposite answers

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There are many people gathered here with, all pink, green, white and red sarees... White mundu and shirt. They are here to attend the marriage of Vidya and Jayasankar. I do not know Jayashankar personally but he appears to be good guy. Unlike the other characters in a marriage, he did not appear nervous. The worst parts I feel in these marriages are the videographers who gather around the bride

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Jesus Christ was on the cross with his hands tied to the ends of the plus sign. He wanted to ask for some water or to get someone scratch his head but due to the ethics of his character, he kept mum. A drunken old man who was staring at the Christ started commenting. Jesus Christ was tight-lipped without responding to the words of the spectator and people were busy watching his appearance. Soon

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A small child was peeping inside the glass door trying to catch my attention. When I look at her, she runs smiling to the other end where I could not find her, and again, she continues the exercise. On the way, many people hit her trying to distract her but she was interested in my looks and smile. It was the last time she turned back when a leg bigger than her size hit her. She fell back, I

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Why do people eat? To live, to gain weight, to grow taller… stronger, to develop brain, to avoid being ill, increase immunity power, to look handsome/beautiful… and so on there are many answers. When I was small, my mother used to tell me that if I eat well I would become more intelligent (more because I was already intelligent yaar… when I was born) and grow taller. She used different tricks to

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I wrote the previous post on the way people have changed and their impatience causing accidents. While I was completing the article, I got a call from Dileep that his wife is hospitalised and going through an operation. The phone call was not clear and we were not able to know the cause of the accident. Jk and I rushed to the hospital as Dileep was alone and none of his relatives lived nearby. We

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I hope no one likes waiting, be it for a train ticket, exam hall ticket, collecting results, waiting for a movie to start, passing the time watching advertisements or waiting for someone expected. I do not like waiting even for 5 minutes. If I were the only creature in this world to have this habit, then earth would be the best places to live in; however, things are not as I expect. Today

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If you wish to go for an adventurous ride then you should try Kerala’s private bus, especially the one in the villages. F1 races are not popular in the village but the bus drivers are no less than any Michael Schumacher. My mother was here in Kerala in lieu of my sister’s vacation. She asked me to accompany them for visiting a temple and I accepted it. We managed somehow to get into the bus that

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Washed away in the floods, thrown away by the storm, crashed in several accidents, and ultimately the Singham (South Indian usage for lion) is back to the jungles. Almost an interval of one month that was what I had with blogging and my friends. I have a lot to write and the coming days will not be sufficient. I have made many mistakes during the previous month and it will take me long to correct

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Cycle; to be more specific BSA SLR cycle was the one I used for riding to School. I made the cycle jump high on the stairs, swing on the corridors and participate in neighbourhood racing competitions. I felt cycle was the best medium of transportation. Later I got a bike and then started the era of high speed journeys. I believed it was the best means of transportation. This continued further to

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The title of this post fulfills its purpose through your comments. It will be an eye opener for the readers written by bloggers. It is a different post than my ordinary posts and will help me take a decision.I was at a temple in Tamarakulam village in Alapuzha district of Kerala, walking with my grandmother, visiting each god and goddess. Grandmother maintains a good relationship with them and

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This time he was focused on the objects in front of his eyes. He headed on the highway leaving behind each house and vehicle on the road side. He was noting very old houses, reminding him of the ones he saw in the old movies. Everywhere the multitude of small balconies attested to the demand of cleanliness, as no one ever appeared on them except to hang their laundries. He continued his journey

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Yesterday was an April fool’s day. My sister tries several tricks to make me a fool on April 1st. I forget my mobile at home that saved me from being hoodwinked. I went home and saw her message that says “Happy Birthday” :). I navigated several websites and went through the orkut profile where I found that my “college love” got married recently. I am happy, a bit sad but this is not April fool

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After a long gap from the kitchen and cooking, yesterday we decided to cook something delicious. My cousin who is now in Cochin suggested the idea of aloo ka paratha. I am lazy these days and that is a reason I suspend cooking for some time. I called Jk and we left office early, bought vegetables and wheat flour for cooking aloo ka paratha. My new house mates started staring at me as if they

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Ajay is now in Ernakulam. He is the son of my Aunt who accompanied me to Ernakulam this weekend to celebrate his vacations. We went to KFC Cochin with a plan to have a bucket of chicken. Kentucky fried chicken started its branch in Ernakulam recently. KFC Ernakulam is in the left hand side while moving from Vaitilla to Edapally. KFC Ernakulam occupies two floors of the shopping complex whereas

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One fine morning, I get up and notice free flowing messages in my inbox that say “Happy Birthday Abhi”. I recognized the day and found it ending my twenty fours and pushing me into the twenty fifth. Yes, today is my Birthday. Is this a rebirth? I do not see any wrinkles below my eyes, neither any muscle development. That means I am still young. I wore a Light black jeans and Blue-check shirt to

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I am walking through the streets, where the smell of puri bhaaji, vada paav, samosas, bhel puri, chaat, Pani Puri, dhokla, gulab jamun, cachori, sev; all seems familiar. The place that has changed the life of many and that has made people learn the importance of shelter, food and money. Yes I was at Mumbai, aamchi Mumbai where destiny took me again after my last visit 2 years ago. I landed at

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This time I was in Netravati express from Trivandrum to Lokmanya tilak, sitting on the seat, adjusting my body to fit the space available, after a family of five members occupied the adjacent space. The journey will be two days long, boring and worthless; that was what we thought, when we saw the power outlet far from our seats. In a two days journey you have to depend on laptop and movies to

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The reverse gears were loaded and the vehicle started moving backwards towards the exit. Ashok has fitted several controls in his vehicle that includes protection systems and camera to view the blocking objects when the movement of the car is reversed; a miniature prototype of a James bond vehicle. The vehicle started moving through the parking of Abad plaza in MG road Cochin surpassing several

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She looked around to find a way out of the dark house using a torch. Sirens unexpectedly erupted, ringing throughout the giant house and the grounds, as a light started revolving through the window. She saw a bang on the door and… “che poyaloda”(oh it is gone) screamed my grandmother after receiving an interruption in the climax of her regular TV serial. She started cursing the electricity board

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Escaping sleep is a big mission and I cannot achieve it. I spoke with the client to fix a contract and the meeting went until 3 AM in the morning. Streets were dark and there was neither the watchman nor the dog visible in the house. I went inside the room and fell on the bed like a dead piece of paper. Daily I wake-up at 8 am and miss the gym, so I decided to set an alarm and go to the gym no

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Today the lunch was from a hotel in Cochin. As a change I ordered rice (the big one called as boiled rice) and he brought some vessels with curries and kuttan(sabji). The usual curries namely moar, sambaar, mooru curry, rasam etc. I was upset and thought it is a practice to have lunch and I should satisfy my stomach with whatever I get. I could see one more vessel, a small “kutti” one and to my

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Today was not a great day for me. As usual I wake up at 8 in the morning, went to the office, came back, had food and was about to sleep when I thought why not to be online on my Google talk and find some friends. To my surprise I could see Anupama from “sincerely yours…” and then we chatted for long until she said “veendum kanam” (We will meet later). I accidentaly used some hindi words and she

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I visited gymnasium only once in the previous week and cooked once in previous one month. I am sleeping late and the same happens when I wake up so I miss the Gym. Reasons for not cooking the food are lack of time and laziness. I have a lot of reasons for not doing the activities I did daily; however I could have changed my habits to make them possible.Shalini from “diminutive corner of my mind”

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Learning has no fixed place, no fang shui, no Vastu and no Shastra. Children can be seen learning in tree shades, in study rooms, school verandas, balconies and even below street lamps (some famous person is believed to be studying below street lamps). I used to sit on the top edge of my staircase, or the bicycle or the top roof of my house to study. I will sit on the carrier and keep the books

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It was afternoon, the street was vacant around kilometers and I was driving the bike at 70 km/hr. Hot air was blowing from the sides, back, front and everywhere it could find a way in. We were speaking about Solaris and Sameer’s craziness about the software’s and computers. I turned my face and saw a person riding cycle in front of me. I pressed the brakes as hard as I can to make him pass my

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I spoke with my friend, a couple of days ago. He is shifted to a new location after transfer of his job and he is living with new room mates. He was entirely sad and narrated his story in a gloomy way. He says he misses his old friends at Hyderabad and that the days were really memorable. He mentioned that the new companions are serious people who are not interested to co-operate or share

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Once upon a time there lived a boy in a small city called Ernakulam who always beleived that dreams come true if they are beleived from the heart. The boy got up in the morning, wrote an article for his blog and went to the office. The article was on 2012 phenomenon. In the article he expressed the wishes he would like to see converted before the so-called world’s end. To his surprise he saw that

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I am writing this post sitting on my bed, with Avinash ironing his clothes and Noufal getting ready for the office. We had a discussion on 2012 phenomenon and several incidents and thoughts came out. We saw the movie 2012 and from then my friends keep telling that the world is going to end by 2012 and their concept is that the movie has logic and the glaciers are melting too.People try to devise

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Madhavan conclude 3 idiots with the dialogue “Beta kaabil bano kaabil, kamyabi toh sala jhak marke peeche aayengi”(man! be independent in thoughts and implementation and then see, how success tries to approach you). How true the guy says, however it depends on how you weigh the word “kaabil” (one who is independent and wise). I begin 2010 by wishing you all a happy new year and great future. Gone

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It was 12 Pm and I was on the Kayamkulam NH 47 highway looking on both the sides to see the vehicles cross the road. I saw a Honda innova approaching the end and I decided to wait with the indicators in the bike “on” until the vehicle passes me. I was on one side of the road and within seconds found myself in the middle of the road with my vehicle leaving me back and the helmet running towards

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The spirits of 2009 Christmas are not lost but exist as a taste beneath my tongue, relaxation in my eyes, laughter from my mouth and exercise for the hands. Christmas for 2009 was not a special one for me but it covered most of the left-overs during the weekend. I was not able to wish you properly for Christmas and New Year; so here comes a mega blasting Abhi wish “My hearty wishes to all for

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Today I will take you to my school days. It appears as if it happened some years back; however those some years may be 8-12 in number. I was in fifth standard, a handsome, cool, studious (my mother used to sit with a stick and teach me that’s why) guy who was liked by most of the teachers. I was never a so called pet-student of any teacher but yes, they liked me and my attitude. They were the

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I am going to take you back into the past, in 1987 when this story happened. I was 3 years old and we lived in a rented house in Nagpur. I remember the name of the house owner, it was “sangole”. He was an old man, tall to 6 feet in height with a “pappu-munna” face-cut who always used to shout at his grandchildren for their mischievous activities in which I was the leader. There were no video

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I am happy that this news has appeared first on my blog. Jk is a technocrat living in Kollam, kerala with extensive expertise in Network security and management. He is from a place called koivila in Kollam which might not be popular you. People refer him by a nick name “puli” (leopard) in technical field. He is been selected as the brand ambassador of Bharati Airtel due to his continuos

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Human mind is the creator and the destroyer. Man invented wheels and started his journey towards innovation that is still continued in the latest cars, trains and all other means of transport that we can see today. Gadgets and most modern computers are been embedded into the vehicles to support and protect the human race and preserve its existence. They are all planned, designed, modelled,

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The long waiting for the marriage of my friend Atul Sadhu ended today at Jaiprakash nagar hall when Atul put garland (var mala) around the neck of the groom, Aditi Andhare. This was the top Indian marriage of 2009. There were whistles and screams, the moment Atul put the garland with his shaking hands controlled by his unstable mind. Atul Sadhu appeared to be tensed than Aditi Andhare; sorry I

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I am inside Kerala express typing this post. There are children running, shouting and screming around me. A family from hyderabad is opposite to my compartment and they have a lot of small children with them. The children are roaming in my bogie and it feels a time pass to see them.The train was to arrive at 3.30 PM and I rushed to the room, packed my luggage and told the driver to drop me at the

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It was my first day in the diploma course that I joined with a genuine reason I had for my parents, “My friends are going to study computer science and diploma is a chance to get admissions in direct second year engineering”. It was not because I was an engineering enthusiast but only due to my love for my friends and my intention to be with them. I was never a studious book worm but an average

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This weekend I decided to go home and joined Jk and Biga on Ernakulam-Kollam passenger that reached Kayamkulam Junction at 6.30 PM. I called my uncle and he said me to wait at Kattanam junction so he can accompany me home. We reached home and I enjoyed there with the boys (Children of my aunt and uncle). The dinner was made grand through vegetable biriyani which was a group effort of the family

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I am riding my bike through the streets of Tripunithura with a helmet on my head. I took a U-turn from statue junction moving ahead, towards the poornathrayeesa temple. I can see people inside their shops that are ready for the ulsavam in the temple. There are police men on both sides of the streets vigilant to act in case of protest. I shifted the bike to first gear and started exerting a push-

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Friends and parties, they were the things to do this week and I could not write or read the blogs. I really miss the posts from the bloggers that I read daily. Biga and I were alone in the house this week due to Jk’s meeting in Mumbai. We decided to watch movies, eat food and enjoy. I was reading the newspaper; sorry I would like to correct my sentence, I was watching pictures in the newspaper

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The banana plant in the garden fell down due to the wind yesterday. Biga reminded me about the bananas in the plant and we rushed out to the gardens to confirm whether they are still with the mother plant protected from fellow neighbors. Biga used the biggest knife in the house (vettukatti in Malayalam) and cut the bananas apart from the plant. We carried them home and thought to wait till they

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Yesterday we planned to prepare fish for the dinner. I am not a great cook when it comes to fish but Biga specializes in these recipes. We had to purchase some ingredients that were short in the kitchen and we decided to visit a nearby margin free supermarket. I purchased oil, red chilly powder and aata for chapattis. Biga was busy comparing several shaving creams to decide the one he should

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Bikes are the important part of my life. I was crazy about bikes from my childhood and used to dream about the bikes I watch in the movies. I had a bicycle from brand BSA/SLR that accompanied me for a long portion in my life. My father gave me the bicycle when I was in 5th standard. I used to do different stunts using the bicycle. We had slow racing, fast racing, and jumping, skidding

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If you notice the youngsters more closely, you will see their tendency of getting tensed and angry at situations they cannot handle. Movie freaks are all around us, in me, in you, your children and others surrounding you. Children are very adaptive to things they notice closely and the ones that attract them. I remember my mother saying I was very fond of Mithun chakraborthy when I was a child

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Today, I did not prepare any lunch since I got an invitation from Divya for attending her marriage in Tripunithura. Food is an important part of life no matter whether you live in Kerala or Maharashtra. I wrote a post on customs in kerala, a few days ago and my opinions and questions on the topic. I got some opinions on the topic but I am still not convinced. This post is also intended to

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Sunil is my colleague who has to say a lot about Delhi, its people, culture, life, happiness and food. When he hears a word north India, he starts saying Delhi and ends with Delhi; in short he is a Delhi phobic. Sunil, the evergreen Delhian was never worried about his marriage neither interested in girls. In short he is similar to me but a difference; I am too younger than him and interested in

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He was tired and that made him sleep easily. Soon the train passed Andra and Tamil nadu and stopped at a station called coimbatore in the morning with a jerking noise, “Kshirrrrr”. He opened his eyes, went outside crossing the doors and washed his face. The train soon started running and after a couple of hour he saw plenty of coconut trees and greenery around him, he recognized it was none other

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There is a naked man in Kerala who is always waiting in front of the house to welcome me, expecting his dreams to renovate into true reality. He is seen with a smiling face, cute and funny capable to make one regain his lost spirits. I am writing all these facts about Manikandhan(Aka Akhil), the younger son of my Aunt who can be seen in the picture below.(I love his smile)When he hears the sound

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I have spent a week in Cochin with my girlfriend or I will call it, a weak is in Cochin with a girlfriend, irritating, painful, and troublesome. There are instance when I am seen laughing, screaming, singing, dancing and playing mischievous tricks. I hope this week is not for all these activities; rather it is for maintaining my girlfriend. I can see money running out with light-speeds when my

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With a Vicks inhaler in hand, filling the right and left nostrils, trying to break the walls of irritation; yes I am sick. This weekend was too hectic and busy with meetings, traveling, celebrities and rains. When I reached Cochin I was sick, closed and jammed nose, sweating forehead, body tired to extreme level. I am not able to withstand the irritation and got up at 4 AM, now I cannot sleep and

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I got an invitation from Biga for a dinner at NM food court Ernakulam. I asked him the reason but he did not tell me. After many interrogations he finally split the secret that it was for his birthday. This was like inviting the hungry human crocodiles for a feast.I was at room watching a movie and the phone rang “tring tring” displaying the name Biga. I answered the call and he said I should be

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It was 12.45 Pm, 18th October 2009 and I was sweating hard, wet till my bottoms reaching the shoes. There was no sign of hope until the lady shouted in her sweat voice “Train number 2626 from New Delhi to Trivandrum, New Delhi Trivandrum Kerala express is expected to arrive on platform no.3”. I turned around and saw a train approaching Kayamkulam junction. There were, not less than 300 people at

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Once I watched a movie called Mr. India starring Anil kapoor and Amrish puri. Amrish Puri was called Mogambo in the movie and always used to say the dialogue “Mogambo khush huva” (Mogambo is now happy). But during this diwali the mogambo is not happy as I am going to miss my diwali 2009 celebrations. Each year I celebrate diwali with my family in Maharashtra, burning crackers and eating

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Today Cochin was full with policemen on the streets, railway station, road sides and all the important spots. I got a rumor that Cochin is under attack and there is a possibility of red alert in Cochin. The rumor details that some terrorist have tried to enter Cochin and police officials are putting their full efforts to see that nothing wrong, happens.This is 2.30 AM in the morning and I was

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I will never improve. Teacher or my parents do not say these words, they are from my heart. I am sad and at the same time feel pity on me for my carelessness. I lost my ICICI ATM CARD 5 days before and came to know about it on Friday, make out my memory and vigilance.I have all the money in the ICICI account and I am very dependent on the ATM cards for every transaction. I have an online account

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Yesterday we unintentionally planned to visit Chottanikkara temple. The plan was to leave Tripunithura at 5 AM so we can visit the temple and return without waiting long queues. I was busy with some works, slept at 2 AM and it took me 10 minutes to find the lady who know the way to my dreams and I followed her. Now I was in another world and I can see my past.Time: 7.30 AM Place: Nagpur,

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When people hear stories about Abhi’s childhood, they will never believe it. A boy who was never serious about anything and everything, a boy who never worried what his exam results would be, what will be his future. They will ask, “Are you speaking about Abhilash? I hope you are mistaken.” This is because my neighbors and relatives saw me as a good person disciplined and well mannered.(A photo

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He was back in the crowded room at Tripunithura in Ernakulam, and Biga was leaning on his bed quiet and astonished at the serial that popped out changing the channel with the TV remote. He took the guitar and started playing the old melody “maine kisi se dil deke kar li, rate … om shanty om…” he was busy in his melodious voice and the rhythm of the guitar. Soon a voice reached his ears that were

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It has taken three years for me to write a post like this, a post on Kerala’s religious inception or better be called an endeavor by writer to unearth hidden treasures in Kerala. Why are we after money? Why are we working? Why should I earn? Why I am wasting 24x7 working for pieces of paper? I have an answer to all these questions. I have to live my life this way, to let the next generation see

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I was thinking whether sleeping in the trains develop ones brain. Do you wonder why I think so? I do not know if you have seen people sleeping in the train, if yes then you can see the way they sleep; forgetting all the tensions, work, family, and people around them. Brain can only develop if you are free to think and apply. The train sleepers sleep 1-2 hours in the train. These are the

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Yesterday we prepared Sharkarai godambu dosai in the kitchen. This is a special recipe from Jk. Gita from Gita's kitchen has suggested me to place the recipe for this dish. Upon request, Jk gave the recipe to his favorite and special Sharkara godambu dosa or Jaggery wheat dosha.I have also placed a video so you all can view how we prepared it. I hope it is not that professional but, I consider

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First of all wishing all the blog readers a happy dussehra and thanks for the wishes...Let us burn all our jealousy, bad thoughts, discriminations in the fire of dusshera. Let the raavan in your minds burn this day. Hey! forgot to tell you he will come back with Abhishek bacchhan in the new Ram gopal verma flick raavan :)I have been cooking alone in the kitchen for months… say 1-2 months. It is

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If there was a Don in kerala, then it will of-course be Thangu. The boy appears to be calm, quiet like a sweet little teddy bear kept in the shopping malls but in real he is the real hero of the Don series, and yes today’s post. Thangu is the younger child of My Aunt who is more mischievous and naughty than he appears. If you want to compare your child or nephew with him then please think twice

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Aaran thamburan is one of the best movies by Mohan lal. All the dialogues in that film are popular, “Sangeetham padikyanam padikyanam ennu karuthi chenethiyathu simhathinte madayil, ustad badushah khan” ( I was always interested in studying music and it lead me in front of a Lion, Ustad badushah khan). Wondering! Why I am interested in movies and music today? That is because we bought a new

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I read in a magazine recently about Twitter, with picture of a bird that resembles to the cartoon character. I read many reviews about how to better use twitter, 10 steps to successful tweets, twitter everyone, twitter event management… and a lot of bla bla… I first saw this twitter on Ria’a blog (Ria’s collections) and was wondering what this stuff is all about.I tried searching and created an

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A small motorcycle, its powerful engine belying its exterior, sped through Cochin, heading towards the group of people gathered around a small thela. To a disinterested observer it is merely one more bike, making sounds of zham-zhoom. Excited voices were silenced as eyes were drawn to a figure that approached towards “Yadav bhel puri thela”. His shrouded figure was draped in woolen attire that

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