Life is a book

So there it goes, the title of my first fictional writing. Am not sure about people liking it but I am writing it for my own sake and need to put on paper the way I think and to see if I could convince people that I could write stuff. I hope you like this story that I have titled as "On My Way to Life". A story of a boy "Nihar" as I mentioned in my past posts in the blog. Nihar is on a journey called life, as simple as that as all of us are. Whilst on journey he meets many people and many manage to make it to his personal space, only few through the door of his heart. The story about how he settles in for a girl, a girl not so like him Anvita. So a journey of ups and downs it is. I put together the words into a bunch to express enough give an impression of facing the story in front of you. You may feel it or not, I wish you do. I hope my words could manage that at least. Hope you enjoy reading and will try my utter best to be updated on the blog and keep posting re...

Anvita, as simple as her name. A girl of independent thoughts. Much fond of memories and books since they don’t hurt as much as people do. Darling to her parents, who passed in a plane crash while she was in her primary schooling. Brought up in her uncle’s home with love and affection showered upon her like waterfalls, although no where comparable to her parents, her uncle aunt were no less to her. She is not known for speaking her mind out loud in front of everyone but for acting according to her mood and the way she accepted people. Coming to looks she had dark black eyes which could easily attract anyone with the sense of depth in them. She wore spectacles for near sightedness. Vegetarian in eating habits and freak when it comes to pulling peoples leg in practical jokes, which were restricted to people she knows very closely.

So, the name of male lead in my stories. I have thought a lot and came to conclusion that this name would be the best. As the name suggest the hero looks very handsome and has a very good physical build with height of around 5 feet 11. He is just like a regular boy. He had very few people who disliked him. He is a regular find in modern days. Just like a boy next door. He is very open minded and accepts his mistakes when he committed any. He strongly believes that being truthful to people will push people to be the same with him. He could cast a magic spell on anyone with the words he used in his writings but could not speak a word from his mouth. He would listen and understand everything from the beginning but never spoke a word to any one on earth. No one knew why a mind with such extravagant set of words, could never force the mouth to spill some through it for the listeners sake. He was an average student in his school never popular in girls. He has a very silent na...

I never had an idea that I could make a proficient writer. I never knew I could put the words together into a group so easily to express at least a fraction of what I feel. So I decided to put up a life into few more words. I decided to pen down my fantasy. I zeal to put forward a stream of emotions into a life. So that I could end things the way I want at least on paper. May be that way I could feel a bit happier than I do now. Nihar and Anvita. That's what I have decided to name my fantasy leads. A boy and girl foundation of every story as we know. Let's see how it goes!

Somebody today( 30 April 2014)  was pointing towards all the people walking out of the polling booth laughing and joking about the people who voted. I noticed carefully and found that they did not have the ink mark on their index fingers of either hands. They didn't vote. They seem to be from a class of people who firstly don't vote and secondly call the government names as if they have lost so much because of it. I wonder why do such people exist? A straight answer for someone who asked me why did i vote this time? I voted for a change, a in you, a change in me, a change in us. A change we need for a better tomorrow. A change to make us a better democratic republic then we are know as now. A vote, a single vote might seem to be of very less importance when seen on a macroscopic view, but when observed closely one vote could turn hell to heaven for many people. We not only posses the power to elect our leaders but also posses the power to make them work for us as a gratitude t...

March 17, the day written in the book of my life with color splashes on it. It was the day of the festival of colors, Holi. This time around the day was very much special, and I was celebrating this after 3 years.  That takes me back to 1 March 2010, when we played holi in the campus in Kerala. Anyway past is not I want to pen down now, its the present that has got me so much in color to write this event down. It was a gathering of all my engineering buddies. We got together according to a plan and went on to meet as per a planned schedule. I am so damn sure that everyone would remember this day for a long long time. We all gathered at Deepthi's home in Vasanth Nagar, the colors started to fly around us in the air we were all pink and blue in no time. All we could make out was that we were all from the same class and we were all there to play holi. Color water eggs and what not made the day a bit more to cherish. dozens of eggs perished on heads. Everyone was so excited about the ...

Love, a feeling of compassion and strong attraction towards a person with all the warmth in your heart without any describable reason. Too technical,aye? But it is true, there are no words to express something feeling and expressions, love is one such feeling. A feeling of being animated, a feeling of flying around, a feeling of being swept off the feet, a feeling of butterflies in the belly all the time. It is a very pure feeling and people who have been lucky enough to feel it are blessed. The commitment of being somebody's everything for all the time we have is what love teaches you. It demands only attention and care packaged in affection. All this seems to be an old book definition isn't it? Well may be it is, but this is what it means to me. Many people draw a futile conclusion that, falling in love is all about the physical bonding of themselves with their partners. Of course one point of time the physical bond comes to existence, but it is not all about that. Girls and...