There are many instances of childhood that one can possiblty never forget.... For me too my childhood memories remain as fresh as newly picked mangoes... I can never really forget the countless instances of innate stupidity which were so vibrantly distributed during those days of incessant fun... It was a usual practice of mine to spend the evenings with my friends from school... One day after a particularly difficult pleading session with mom for obtaining the mandatory permission , i set off to my friends place.. After all of us gathered together we indulged in some serious mud throwing(with occasional instances of me eating it) , shoving and screaming... after we had tired ourselves out we decided to go to another friends house...We would be welcomed with piping hot pokodas and lemonade! On the way to rayans house... we stopped by the gutter that was quite frankly fascinating for us city breds! And it to our great excitement we found out a small little tortoise lurking in the far reaches of the stinky gutter! The excitement in the air was almost electric....there was a lot of confusion as to who would do the incorrigible task of digging into the dirty mess and fish out the fascinating creature..After a very heated discussion it was decided that i would be the one to do the dirty job... after a sigfnificant amount of pinching of the nose and looking disgusted i finally crawled on my stomach and reached for the little thing with my hands... after moving away a layer of really really disgusting squishy stuff i pulled the little fel;la out... and then turns out that the little fello was not really a tortoise . It was one of those really big beatles which were found all over my dads place... After letting out an all mighty shreak i flung my hand out as hard as i could... after that day i have never ever tried my hand at any of these frequent bouts of explorative instincts!!

I dont know wat it is with the malayali population... but frankly all they seemed to be interested in is really disgusting gossip about someone or the other of their acquaintance... In kerala a girl with two unsuccessful relationships in her portfolio is considered a despicable slut... and if u have done the grevious crime of having kissed someone you are nothing less than a certified whore..Wat is troubling thse souls.. seriously were u the ones who went thru depression over some girls breakup?? or did u have mouth ulcers because miss x kissed mr y??? And mind you its not the oldies or the housewives who come up with these disgusting allegations... its young boys and girls who are either in college or out of it....I think one of the reasons for the iundue unterest in the neighbours dirty linen is because of an inherent jealousy.. so girls the next time someone poikes fun at u or accuses u of being promiscuous,be happy... they are just plain jealous that ypou r getting more action than they can ever dream of!!!

Love

Songs are sung about it, movies are made about it and poems are written about it.... Love is the one global phenomenon that seems to be totally unaffected by all and sundry... Now wat is this love all about.. is it something that everyone finds... i think not... And wat is love... Even though many people tell me its about liking something or someone more than anything else in this world... but is it really that.... i am afraid that this concept is merely an illusion... ifd there is anything at all in the world that u love... it is only urself. This is the universal truth and we have to learn to accept that... Look at it this way.... Why do you"love" someone... simply because that person is fond of you.. do u think u would go around loving someone who hates you.. if u r doing that there is a teeny self destructive tendency in urself... I have a boy friend.. do i love him?? i really dont know.... Love is supposedly this really amazing feeling that you have.... but unfortunately for me instead of a great feeling all i have is an impending sense of doom... So i'm assuming i dont love him too....And wat is all this about one love, many loves , no love etc... There can be no such thing as one love especially for the boys... there are so many women out there whom they are willing to fall in love with... So why all this hullabaloo over this four letterword if itdoes not exist??? well i think its the veryconcept of love is shrouded in mystery... you have to admit that it is the greatest suspense since the loch ness monster and the bermuda triangle!