I am Back...

After 6 long months of blog hibernation, here I am... back with more crap than ever...
First post-marriage-post coming soooon...

New Age Marri-age

Here’s welcoming you all to the crazy me :). Today I try in this effort of mine, to explore a territory which no one has ever tried to explore before. Just kidding... :) Millions and billions have already tried and got their hands, legs and what not dirty and maybe I just intent to make fun of it. This territory, they call marriage ceremonies. In these times where everything from life to death is influenced by technology, my imagination takes a crazy twist to explore a “what if”... Yes, what if our present day marriage ceremonies were to be completely, or if not completely, crazily influenced by technology. What if people were so crazy that marriages would turn bizarrely online?

Since this is about crazy people and their crazy efforts, who better a protagonist for this bull crap than yours truly... :). So I finally decide to get married and the D-Day finally arrives. Just, for your reference here, let me tell you that I have invited gazzilion people, but have specifically asked none of them to turn up physically for the wedding. I want my wedding ceremony to be streamed live on YouTube. Yes, YouTube... That way, no one needs to make an effort to get up really early in the morning of the wedding and curse the bride and the groom for it. Get up only at the time of the main ceremony, come online, login and voila..... you have my marriage ceremony live on YouTube being streamed to your desktop screens. How convenient.... you could save a fortune, from effort to petrol and new clothes and of course, the best part... avoid highly irritating relatives

After the main ceremonies, it’s time for gifts, This is where you login to eBay and order gifts for the new weds. And please do not forget, the shipping address is the address of either the bride or me depending on whose family you are from or otherwise depending on whom you can tolerate more out of the two.

Now that you have got the gifts shipped to us, you also need to give your blessings to us. Hmmmm... No effort at all.. GTalk, Skype, Yahoo Messenger, Orkut and Facebook at your service. Again, all you have to do is login and either write on our scrapbook or wall or plainly ping us your wishes and blessings. Don’t move a muscle and you’ve already attended half the marriage... :)

Now coming to the most important part of attending a wedding. FOOOOD...!! Well, when you did read “Gifts in the form of Blessings only” on my wedding invite, I meant, “Atleast in the form of blessings”... minimum condition required to be eligible for the marriage feast. If you didn’t read between the lines, it ain’t my problem... Strictly, food only for those who bare minimum wish us on this happy or may be not so happy occasion of ours. If we haven’t seen the wish, you ain't getting the food. And talking about food, the sumptuous feast will be parcelled and delivered to your doorstop by the caterers. Conveyance charges for the caterers to be borne by the invitees. Again, don’t move a muscle, avoid the rush, hog in the convenience of your four walls. :)

And last but not the least, all invitees shall be presented with return gifts in the form of online “Thanks for coming and being a part of this mess” cards, with the animated ones only for those who have presented gifts and the plain ones for others.

Well... well... well..., now coming back to reality, all of this above is just my wild imagination. But considering the age and times and of course as I mentioned first, the crazy people to have adorned this crazy planet, this looks very much a possibility. Who knows and who s seen...!!

God Bless...!!

Where is the Love

Raj wants love, seeks love, and craves for love in absolute empty space. Raj believes in dreams, believes in a dream girl, and believes in a dream romance, so much so that he lives in a dream world where reality is a myth. A sucker for love, attention and care. Welcome to the world of Raj.

This is just a chapter in the life of our man, whose life is no less than an out-and-out entertainment blockbuster movie, with its share of happiness, sorrow, hope, despair and every other word in the category of unreasonably sentimental words. This is when Raj has just entered his adolescence. Out of teens, like his eyes and senses on the whole got a complete revamp and ready to take life and love head on. So here goes an episode where Raj thought he could have found love.

Ria was a sweetheart anyone would fall in love with. But for Ria, “there was nothing greater than friendship in the whole wide weird world” or so she would make it seem. Luck by chance, or let’s just call it a dirty game of destiny, Raj and Ria meet up on a social networking site through stranger friend requests which had become a craze then.

Ria had initiated the stranger friend request sending a mail to Raj, letting him know that she found the lies on his profile really interesting. For Raj, there would have been nothing happier or scarier. Happier because hopefully he would meet the girl of his dreams (note that this is all he does, dream) and scared because this was a new, unknown and inexperienced territory as far as he was concerned. He had only had notions of having a love in his dreams. He had no idea about the reality bite. So with hope in his heart and shit loads of fear in his head, he decided to finally meet up the pretty Ria on a blind date.

Cut to the D Day, a cool Friday evening, breezy after a light drizzle, nearing twilight, he met up with Ria face-to-face. Well, to be honest here, he wasn’t blown away by her beauty because when his eyes met her face, it was dark around, power-cut. But this scene was a mere contradiction to what transpired when the place lit up after the ever-bugging power cut.

In Raj’s own broken expressions... beauty, never seen anyone like her before, fairy like, sexiness personified. Alright Raj, we understand. You ain’t never seen a girl before. But this was him and he was blown. Now all he wanted to do is get down on his knees and ask her to marry him. But soon, sanity prevailed and Raj was back to his normal, gentleman self. Projecting a big, bright, flash-bulb smile, Raj greeted Ria. They exchanged nervous yet supposedly happy greetings of “Hi”, “Hello” and “How are you” and got down to the business. Yes... EK COFFEE..!!

Considering how awestruck Raj was after seeing Ria, he let her do all the talking and was highly content listening to her angel like voice and the pretty little nothings being blurted by her. And Ria too, for her part had decided to put her best foot forward, mentioning every single crush and boyfriend of hers from the 3rd standard onwards till now and discussing how she felt love was over-rated and that it was all a time pass for her and how she believed that “there was nothing greater than friendship in the whole wide weird world” Oh wait.. We’ve heard that shit before.

There.... Raj had just received the first genuine shock of his adolescence listening to Ria and her pretty little bragging. He knew there was no chance he could find love in Ria, and if that wasn’t enough, she had gulped down a couple of cold coffees and munched a whole lot on the menu from the coffee shop and this meant, Raj would spend his pocket money for the whole month just to foot the frikkin bill.

Cut to post blind date, where Ria had left after a content hogging and bragging session. Raj... our man was left isolated and stranded in the middle of nowhere with pieces of his little broken heart on the main road with everyone from the auto wala to the Volvo leaving a mark on them. Raj was now confused and sad and of course most suitably “hopeless”. So the moral of this chapter, is not merely a moral but a question mark on Raj’s face. WILL RAJ EVER FIND TRUE LOVE...???

R & D

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

When you see a heading like that you would know for sure that I am going to talk about friends or may be friendship in general. Well, for once, you ought to get your knuckles cracked for this wrong guess :). No, I am not going to be talking about my friends but, for a change, I want to mention the different types of friends I have.

I come across a lot of people every day and have been doing so for the past 23 conscious years of mu life. When I meet people, there is a natural filtering process that runs within me which picks people I would want to meet again and be friends with. My choice is what I call it and it’s a need based choice. I don’t have a zillion friends and to be very honest I don’t think all my facebook or orkut contacts are my DEAREST friends, but there are some hand-picked earthlings, filtered by need and type.

There are friends whom I need when I am happy or when I want to have fun. These constitute “the gang”. These are people whom I feel are pretty happy themselves. The beautiful people, the funny people, the beautiful and funny people (that’s a rarity thou....).

Then there are the social friends. The term “social” has one and only one definition here, the “social drinkers”. These are the gang also called as the “Friday Friends”. These are the people who call me only during fridays or whom I call only during fridays (that’s the party time...:)), dutch the drinks, and forget each other the next morning, only to remember again next Friday :).

This next category may sound a li’l unusual to you and would lead you to think that I’m trying to blow my own horns here, but I’ve had a category of friends called as the “fan friends”. They pose as your biggest fans while you’re on a roll. They love absolutely anything you say or do. Yes, I’ve had such friends too , but then, they are far and few and never stay long. :)

Then there is this category of beautiful women, who are nothing but beautiful and... beautiful only. This, to my knowledge and experience so far has been the rarest category of friends I’ve had. They are the “arm candy”.

Arm Candies apart, there are the good women. By good I mean, good to me. The women who would sit next to me and listen to my endless sad stories of life... :). They are more of a shoulder to cry on than anything else. These women friends, I am whole-heartedly grateful to for having tolerated me.

And at the end of it all, there are people, who fall into most or all of these groups and are the best things to have happened to me in my life. Men and women alike, who have had an impact in my life in one way or another, whom I have learnt from, whom I have shared with, whom I have laughed and cried with. For all of you, I am blessed that I have you in my life.

But hey, I’m not claiming that this is where the list ends. I have a long way to go, a long and interesting life to live, lots of people to meet and lots and lots to friends to make. So the list shall grow and praying so, God Bless..!!

The Red Rainbow

Outings during weekends are always a pleasant way of switching yourself off from the monotonous home-to-work-to-home routine and if such an outing is to the beautiful arms of nature then there could be nothing better. I want to tell you about one such outing last week with a couple of my colleagues and their gang of friends. Yes!! For once, I was out with people whom I was meeting for the first time, but whatever.

Sharan, my colleague was the father of the plan and Ravi a.k.a Chotu was my instigator. And since I hadn’t had much going my way for a long time, I decided that it was time for a break. So, it was set. We were headed off to Red Hills, Ooty. The gang would be nine souls counting Chotu, his friends Himachal a.k.a Boka and Anand, Sharan, Sharan’s better half Seema, her younger sister Siri and a couple of Siri’s friends and of course yours truly. We were divided into 2 cars, Ravi’s Swift (the auto) and Anand’s Honda City.

Friday late evening was when we started from Bangalore. Our plan was to reach Bandipur if we could, and halt there for the night. But, as the Indian Standard Time mentality goes with us Indians, we had a late start and thus, only managed to reach Mysore and that too by midnight, after a dinner halt at a pathetic highway-side restaurant (no one would dare beg to differ on this one...). So Mysore it was for us for the night and the bad part was to find a place for us to stay and with ladies accompanying, we invariably had to find a sane place to put up. Having loafed around the city for some time and having realised that it was gonne be difficult to find a place by ourselves, we let the ever good Samaritan (the auto-fella, and I hope you got the sarcasm intended here :)) help us out for a meagre 20 bucks. Eventually having found a place by very late midnight, we decided it was time to crash since we had to be up early next morning.

Saturday early morning we started off for Ooty and after another couple of pit-stops for breakfast and tea, we were, in the small yet bustling town of Ooty. With the weekend stepped in, the town, as forever, was packed with tourists, crazed to see the botanical garden and the lake and the what not.

Red Hills, the place we were to visit is a home-stay, around 30 kms from Ooty, over a lot of hairpin bends, up-hill and down-hill. As I said earlier, if you are surrendering yourself into the arms of nature, there is nothing better and I realised and made up my mind for precisely that as soon as I set my foot on the premise of the Red Hills home stay. Let me just give you a heart-to-eye description of the place. The home stay was on the peak of a small hill, adorned with a beautiful lawn fenced with all kinds of flowers. I am not very good at flower names so I ll just go with red, blue, orange or dare I say, a rainbow of flowers. At the edge of the garden was a view point from where you could see the beauty with bare eyes, the transcendental beauty, yes... it would blow one’s senses and it did mine, the valley, the beautiful tea gardens, the lake and the hills nearby and to top it all, the climate which was cool, cloudy and breezy. I couldn’t have asked for more, but surprised I was to know that there was more waiting for me.

We checked into our room, a beautiful singe bed-room wid a fire place, very romantic, but sadly not one I could relate to :(. I thought the room was gonne be not just small but impossible for the 9 of us and then and there was my first surprise. There were 3 tents waiting for us in the backyard lawn, and to my experience the best tents I have seen. Rain-protected, neat, spacious for 2, beds, pillows and big warm blankets. Wowy..!! With that settled, it was time for my next surprise. We, the 9 hungry poor Indians were greeted with a class-apart lunch. It wasn’t five-star or seven-course, but was way better than all that. Good, normal and very yummy home cooked food.

I hogged on the food as if I hadn’t eaten for days together, and why just me, everyone else did too. Chotu had gone nuts. We suddenly realised that there was after all a dog in Chotu waiting to be let out at the sheer sight of good food. :). Post lunch, there was one and only one thing to do, take a power nap. After an hour of sound sleep in the tent I was woken up by the sound of rain drops crashing against the roof of my tent. Yes.. as they say in Hindi, “Sone pe Suhaga”.. I was being treated like the blessed child of nature. There was a light drizzle in the evening which made it look like a beautiful feminine form, just out of a shower, all wet and extremely seductive and to top it, we were greeted with some great coffee. To tell you, things were just getting better for me.

We dint have any plans for that evening since it was getting to twilight soon. So we just roamed around the home stay and in the lawn playing badminton and sitting at the view point just cherishing the beauty in front of us. I did try my hand at badminton though, but failed embarrassingly miserably. So I just let others play and I decided to spend some quality time at the view point by myself soaking the moment. With the light fading off the sky soon, there was my next surprise. Well, I wouldn’t call this a surprise exactly but the way it turned out eventually was the kick of the evening. We had a bonfire getting ready for us and as the night zoomed in and a slight chill set in, the bonfire lit in all grace. But this moment was short-lived as we were pushed indoors by rains.

With the rains playing the spoil sport on the bonfire, we decided not to let our spirits down and so started the party. Drinks were served and with that were served a content dose of absolute thrash-talk. Here entered the “for-so-long-out-of-picture” souls, Boka, Seema, Sharan, Siri, Poornima and Abhi. Boy, did I have a good time listening and laughing at their utterly non-sensical yet very entertaining thrash talk. I can’t tell you what all I blabbered coz I don’t have a frikkin clue of that. :). After a lot of pegs, we decided to huddle in one of the tents. One tent, a single torch light, and 9 sloshed souls inside. What transpired in there was probably my best experience of a huddle. We played games that made no sense and talked about stuff that we dint have any clue about and eventually bid adios to each other for the night and crashed.

Sunday morning, I had to wake up early, for I wasn’t gonne miss the view at dawn from the view point for anything. After a simple yet sumptuous breakfast, we decided to go for a small trek, to the peak of the nearest hill. What started as a small trek eventually turned out to be a tiring climb to the top of the hill. We had just trekked a couple of hundred metres when to everyone’s surprise, our 4 feet 8 inch muscle man Chotu nearly collapsed out of fatigue. His vocal abilities gave up for like a minute (the only minute in the whole trip that the bugger was quiet..). Once Chotu was back to normal, we resumed the trek, slow but steady, pausing at regular intervals, since Sharan and wifey were getting unusually romantic with Sharan virtually picking every single flower on the way and decorating it on his wifey’s hair, which had started to look like some kinda flower vase now :).

The peak was nothing like I had ever seen before in my life. We could see our home stay from the top and it was ant-like. So tiny. I realised then the enormity of things around me and that I was just a small and insignificant creature, a pawn in the hands of a superior power. It was a moment of epiphany. So beautiful, so magnificent..!!

After relishing the climb to the peak and the view there at, we trekked down in half the time, since we had already digested all the breakfast during the course of the tiring trek and were getting increasingly hungry. Back to the home stay, we once again hogged on the yummy lunch that greeted us and after that we cleaned up, packed up and signed off from Red Hills.

Now back to my home-to-work-to-home routine, I am sure that this trip has been a truly refreshing and a jolly-good, fun-filled experience for me. And for everyone whom I joined on this trip, a BIG THANKS and GOD BLESS !!

Feels like Yesterday

A day that changed my life; I would be too filmy if I remembered the date (actually I do..) but let’s just say it was 43rd January 1656. A day carved in my mind, for everything that it gave me, only to be lost much unexpectedly, but that’s a later story.

So, it was the month of January, peak winters!! No.. no.. when you are living just a couple of miles away from the sea, there is no winter. But then, this is my special day; I get what I want so it is a nice winter morning. Before I tell you what transpired that morning, lemme just give you a brief introduction bout the what’s and where’s of me. What am I doing? I’ve just joined college 6 months back. I am completely off the hook, on my own, in a new town, having fun, meeting new people and of course the speciality of the day, “waiting to fall in love.” 

It’s not just another day today in college. It’s our one-in-an-yearly college tech fest, where we invite students from colleges all over south India and then blah.. blah.. blah.. and more blah.. The point here is, today is when the pretty faces in my class come all decced up, looking their gorgeous best. Perfume fragrances so hard, your smell sense would be taken for a ride. Pretty women everywhere!! And in this pretty crowd, I am searching for my stunning princess.

Yes, the one, the only, my Olive Oyl (well I couldn’t find a better disguise name for her).. ;) So here she was, draped in a maroon-green sari with jewellery to compliment. Beautiful flowing hair, eyes so captivating, you d get lost in them and that’s it. If I say too much, you might fall in love with my Olive Oyl. ;) I could see that she like me too coz when I went up to her to say “Hi”, she was pretty surprised (well.. coz she dint know I existed).. But I wasn’t to be disappointed and I was sure I was going to make her mine. So even if she dint know who I was, I gathered all the guts I could and borrowed some from my friends and went up to her and said... “Get up!! You lazy piece of trash, or you are gonne be late to office today also..!!”.. What? What did I just hear? Oh... Damn it. I just woke up... It’s a bloody Monday morning and I just had a sweet night’s dream? Awww.. No wonder it “Feels like only Yesterday”...

The Golden Shores of Palolem

Let me flow this to you slow and steady. What I am going to tell you about is my visit to a beach, unpolluted, scarcely populated and calm, where the sun is pretty happy to shine and where the waters are friendly. I don’t wish to sound like Alice in Wonderland here but this is my eyes talking to my mind talking to you.

Along the southern shores of Goa, in the small town of Cancona, is this gem of a beach called Palolem. This beach is the destination of a scenic 70 km drive from the city of Panjim. The 3 hours spent driving didn’t seem tiring at all when we reached Palolem. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce to you, “We”. Clarence and Shobin, my school-hood friends and of course my partner in crime and my cousin, Balu. This was the first time Clari (as I nick-named him), Shobin and Balu were visiting Palolem and for yours truly this was the second time, a conscious effort to re-visit the happy memories I had the last time.

We reached at around 5 in the evening, and since we were already so late, decided to do an over-night at the beach. I’ve always envied the hippies (the foreigners – I don’t know, but I love calling them that) who stayed for days together on the same beach in little pretty beach shacks. That is what we had in our mind too, so we unpacked ourselves in 2 beach shacks, freshened up and let ourselves loose in the waters.

Once content with having salt in our mouths and sand in our underpants, we hit out shacks to clean up, dress up and hit the shores in search of the obvious. Nah, not that... I am talking about good, tasty, sea-food. Fish, prawns, crabs. And to our surprise, we were also offered a mint-flavoured high power hukka. Boy, what a time we had. When you’ve had exotic sea-food salads and crab sizzlers to your heart’s content and the hukka has given you a spinning head to the extent that you can’t see straight, Clari would only wanna crash.

We couldn't have missed the sunrise next morning at any cost, so we were up before the sun and waited to witness the one and only bless the shores with his brightness. We had booked a boat trip to the butterfly island from Palolem the previous evenin and as assured had our guide ready early. The island is about an hour’s boat ride from the beach. The guide had promised to show us dolphins on the way. Here I remember a scene from the bollywood movie "Honeymoon Travels Pvt. Ltd." where in the newlywed couples take a similar boat ride. Mid sea, their guide goes "Woh dekho dolphin".. and as they turn around to see, there is nothing but an endless stretch of waving blue. Similar was our case... "Woh dekho dolphin".. and whoa.... NOTHIN... But lady luck wasn't so pissed with us. We eventually got the sight of one before we reached the island.

The butterfly island was a paradise, not much for us, but for another couple who had joined us in the boat trip. I wouldn't want to get into the details of what they were upto over there, but to tell u that the lady was Srilankan (Clari's wild guess) and that she was HOT would suffice..!! ;)

Back from the boat trip, we were hungry and it was time for the grand beach-side breakfast. By grand, I mean of course the presence of hippies in the restaurant and not-to-mention the breads and the coffees costing 10 times more than usual. But what the hell, we weren't in Goa on a budget trip, so the breakfast didn’t disappoint and neither did my camera which for a change, was Shobin responsibility, and man, did he do a good job with that. The morning silent beach, jobless hippies loitering around the beach as if in search of moksha (I seem to have a weakness for hippies).

Well, having done most of what we had come to Palolem for, it was time to leave. Sad that we were to leave, happy were we to take back with us memories that would last long. Of course we had the moments captured in our cameras and now this thrash-bag blog of mine, but then, these are nothing compared to what we put our eyes and minds to witness at the "Golden Shores of Palolem".

Tigers : Just 1411 left.

Hi All,

Alarming, sad, unfortunate... Its unbelievable that we the "aam junta" have been sleeping on this forever. I count myself in this. From whatever I have read about the problems that our environmentalists are facing, it seems that the root of all this is deeply political in nature. Once again, politics has spawned its ugly wings over this poor species and brought it to the verge of extinction and we the people have let this happen.

Its late already but as wisely said "Better late than never", lets roar against this. Alone, I m one voice, but together, we could be a powerful voice against this hedious crime of tiger poaching. Letting this beautiful animal become history isn't going to be something that I would want to live with. Would you want to live with this?

Lets do everything that is possible within our power, write, blog, speak up, donate and save the tiger.

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Back to School

No, I am not wearing a white half-sleeve shirt, a cream half-pant and canvas shoes for uniform anymore and neither am I waking up early and stuffing myself in an auto-rickshaw already stuffed with other school kids. This is just a memory, and that too just one of the innumerable wonderful memories I have of school.

School wasn’t as interesting in primary and upper-primary as much as it was in high school. The feeling was very similar to graduating from college. A very weird but proud feeling that I was no more a kid (thou at 27 I m still very much a kid. :-D )

High school was cool. Classes started at 7.20 in the morning. Getting up early to make it at that time wasn’t much fun but I guess that was the only part that wasn’t fun. I never had a school bus. So city transport was my school bus and it was so for many other kids in my locality. At least that’s the impression that we gave to the other passengers.

Dad would drop me to the bus stop at 6.30 and I would catch the 6.40 bus that would drop me about a kilometer away from the school gate. From the bus stop to the school was a 10 minute walk, the walk that became the most important walk of my day in higher-secondary school (This I will come back to later..). But this early morning walk with heave baggage on the back (read school bag), chatting with friends all along was precious.

Continued..

The bell would ring at 7.20 which meant assembling in the class rooms immediately. And from there on, every bell ring in every half hour was received with more and more enthusiasm. No… not because I was excited at the thought of learning, but excited at the thought that there were lesser lectures to tolerate after every bell. :)


There would be a 5 minute interval between every lecture meant to be used to empty out our bladders. But the smart ass that I was, I never used these breaks for leaks. This was the time to chat up again. Bitch about teachers and the principal, find new names for teachers and classmates alike (no bias here…). The leaks were requested during the lecture period which would become another excuse to get some spare time to loaf around.

Then there was a 15 minutes break for breakfast. This was the time all my friends wanted to whole-heartedly share the food they'd brought. There was only one reason for this so called sharing. Everyone liked to eat from the other person’s box. We despised the food we brought from our homes (thought now I realize, there was nothing better :( ..). The post-break lectures were merely a wait for the final bell which would signal our freedom for the day. It would mean the rest of the day was mine again.

To be continued…

The New Year Resolution

By the end of every year, a general question that seems to be buzzin around is "Whats your new year resolution?"

This whole "New Year Resolution" buzz starts pickin up during the last week of the year, and honestly, though no one would want to agree to it, this is a pretty interesting topic in every circle. People come up with resolutions like witty dialogues in a Priyadarshan movie. Everyone has one. Some have a readymade one that they use every year like "I am going on a diet" (I pesonally despise this one) and some come up with one on the fly when asked.

2009 was no different. People were pretty excited about this. One of my friends ACTUALLY told me that she wanted to go on a diet to pull down some weight and what did I do when I heard that ? Had a hearty laugh..!! One other friend told that she had no idea what to resolve (such people find this stuff really silly...) and another friend asked to help him out with one :). People just love doing this. Its like buying a new pair of shoes. Pretty exciting to do. The difference is, unlike your new shoes, most of us wont be wearing our resolutions (read: putting them into practice) let alone thinking about them.

So, what's your new year resolution this time?

Why Am I Blogging

The mother of all questions I guess is this one "Why am I blogging?"

There is this one incredible thing about the human mind. Even when you and sitting idle and not doin anything or even when you feel that you are not thinking anything, your mind is weaving so much within itself. So many random thoughts come to your mind every now and then. Every thing u see in front of you, everything thing u listen to, everything u touch, everthing u feel, everything u taste could make u give it a thought.

So, anything worth a thought could  be shared and thats precisely what I want to do with this new blog of mine. I am here to write whatever provokes me to write. Starting from things like a pin to things like world peace and terrorism (I guess the latter wont feature too much, coz its already talked and written about so much.. :) ).

So this is me and I am here.