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My Forever Friend...

My Forever Friend... 
If I could have anyone I choose as my 'forever friend’ I would choose “him” 
What makes him so special? I can’t be specific. Because each and every thing is so special about him.
I still remember the first kiss he gave on my forehead and I opened my eyes to see him for the first time.
 “He is my hero,” my tiny brain alarmed. I closed my eyes with a smile and a relaxation of being in the hand of a person who will be my guardian for lifelong. He said something to me for the first time but I could not understand what he meant. All I could sense was love in his words.
Wait, wait, Sorry, it was not first time. He has spoken to me several times. Silence would be my only answer. All I was doing these past few months was staying inside a dark room listening and admiring his voice and activities. The way he took care of my mom, the support he provided during cooking, washing his clothes by himself to reduce the burden of my mother. Those are the first things which attracted towards him.. I love him so much...

Wait!! Wait!! Here comes another girl. Oh! No… she is embracing him…kissing him too. And my hero… is kissing her back.
“OUCH!,” my mother screamed. My hero stopped kissing that girl and ran towards my mom. He rushed towards kitchen to bring water, when my mom said her stomach is burning.
“Of course, it’s my Jealousy” I thought still in angry mode.
My hero touched my mother’s womb and gave her water to drink. The girl who was close to my dad – “so called SISTER” came towards my mother’s womb and was about to say something.  I want to kick her. With full force I kicked her hard with my leg. But it’s my mom shouted in pain and my dad shouted with excitement glittering in his eyes. To gain my hero, My dad’s attention, I started kicking frequently. He is a person who gave me enough freedom to take decision on my own and was the first person to stand beside me, when I was in trouble.
Dad, my hero, not only today, but till my last breath and there after too.... you will still hold that special place in my heart... The greatest gift God gave me was YOU-My Father...
Thanks for showering me with love that no one in the world can ever show. I can bet no one can ever love me, respect me, and understand me the way you do.. My eyes just filled with tears when I write this. May be I feel that tears were the outcome of extreme love.


Things has changed now..

He thought me how to drive 2-wheeler. Now I am teaching him, how to drive a car....Formerly he used to load my house with full of toys and gifts.. Now I am gifting him with lots of snacks, dresses and things he love...Before I was his little kid whom he was taking care of... Now he is my kid, Whom I will take care lifelong..

Always Women’s first and forever friend would be definitely be their “DAD” 
I may find my prince in future.. But my dad will always be my king...

Oh No, My mom is scrutinizing with fury. Wait let me give her a hug and tell her that I love her too from my bottom of the heart and this post is written as a part of TOUCH Thursdays no: 1 competition which author Preeti Shenoy is conducting in association with Westland Limited publishers for her next novel - 'The One You Cannot Have'





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A Railway line trek to Dudhsagar Falls

A Railway line trek to Dudhsagar Falls Dudhsagar Falls -  literally Sea of MilkIndia's 5th tallest waterfallDistance from Bangalore - 570 KmsTrek difficulty Level - Moderate

Trek to Dudhsagar would undeniably be a dream trekking place for all the trek freaks and it was on my bucket list since last few months.
Etymology:
As the cascading waters appear white like milk, the waterfall is called Dudhsagar, Doodh being the Hindi word for milk.
Legend:
Legend has it that a beautiful princess lived in the forest (near present day Dudhsagar Falls) in a palace. She loved and enjoyed bathing in a lake nearby and used to drink "sweetened milk" from her "golden jug" after finishing with her bath. One day while enjoying her jug of milk she found herself being watched by a prince, who was standing amongst the trees. Red with embarrassment at her inadequate bathing attire, she poured the jug of milk in front of him to form an improvised curtain to hide her body while the maids rushed to cover her with her dress. It is said that it is that sweetened milk that cascades down the mountain slope as Dudhsagar Falls to this day as a tribute to the virtue and modesty of the princess.
My Experience:
We had 2 options to board the train -one from KR Puram and other from Yeshwantpur station. The adventures started well before we boarded the train. Yes, we were lost in conversation about previous trekking experience and were waiting in Platform number 3 for Vasco express. On hearing the train whistle we took all the huge luggage and gawked the direction of the sound. Unfortunately, the whistle boomed from platform number 4. Dead opposite to us. We all were disappointed and placed the luggage’s back in place. The train halted in platform no 4 and luckily, “Chennai to Vasco” caught the attention of our eyes and someone screamed, “That’s our train”.  We snatched all our luggage’s again and jumped on to the railway track and rushed to our respective coach which was little far.  We could not stop the discussion of how the railway trek got kicked off right from there. After chit-chats we went to sleep and woke up next day. The time we got up we were about to reach Hubli station. The view from Hubli station to Dharwad was mesmerizing. Almost at 11 P.M we got down at Castle Rock

Day 1: CastleRock to Dudhsagar

The team was split into 2 and the first group started walking away. (Let the reason for splitting into 2 groups be a secret within US). Megaraj had a tough time to make us stroll as we kept halting for posing the camera and got struck by magnificence of Dudhsgar.  The big twist and challenge came to him, when he observed Kushal (who was an amateur photographer) went on with a few professional photographers (Not from our team). The professional photography team was capturing each and every move and it took a hard time to pull him back to our team.
“Train, Guys Train. Get off the Track” - It was really an amusing experience on alarming our friends behind us on hearing a whistle sound. "Wow...Jaw-dropping,.. Look there..., Mind Blowing..." was the most frequent words we kept repeating during our whole trek

When we were about to cross the tunnel, a train came and all engrossed to the wall. It was mind-blowing to see the train passing inside the dark tunnel and sensing its vibration. Finally, We all reached at 4 PM and started building the tent beside the water fall (Just 100 Mts from the waterfall) and 5 mts from Railway track. After a nice bath in the water, we came to our camping, prepared food and finished our dinner. It was an astounding to sleep inside the tent, listening to the shuddering train sound and water gushing

Day 2(Dudhsagar to Sonalium station)

We all got up at 5 next morning and after preparing the breakfast the rain started cats and dogs. We packed all our tents drenching in the rain and started our day 2 trek(Another 10 KMS). 6 KMS in railway line and 4 KMS in Forest Route. After bidding bye to few people at Sonaliam station who planned to visit GOA, we took the forest route. As we went deep inside forest, a wild animal stopped us and was staring at us. Since I was wearing a red-t shirt all perpetuated the myth that red makes bulls go wild and it’s going to attack you. Fear in my eyes, I pushed another person forward, but the bull took one step forward and we took one step backward. By the time, few other friends joined us, and on seeing a big gang, the bull ran away. We passed almost 5 streams and finally reached the station. We all took a train to Londa by 4:45 PM. We had to take General compartment, as there was no booking. A drunker who was sitting on foot board and taking snaps in his camera lost his balance and fell down from the running train. We tried to stop the train by pulling the chain, but as we already crossed 1 kms we ignored. Now each and every tunnel which we crossed by our feet, we were passing by train.

One would definitely take back 3 memories - camping beside a waterfall, travelling in dark tunnel, walking for 14 kms along the railway tracks admiring the greenery, mist, and rain and playing in mini-waterfalls...

P.S: Trip to Dudhsagar would definetely a rejuvenating one..


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THE LOST PARADISE by Anil Krishnan

Film: “THE LOST PARADISE" Cast: Guru SomasundharamDirector: Anil KrishnanStory : Anil KrishnanProducer: Srihari Prabaharan & Andrew ChristopherCinematographer: Salim BilalMusic: Uma Shankar
Story: "The Lost Paradise" is a 25 min silent short film based on a man who, after 15 years of imprisonment, takes a journey filled with hope.
Review: I could not stop my zeal to watch the complete film after viewing the trailer in FB. Unfortunately, the screening of the film has not happened in Bangalore and was not that lucky enough to watch the movie in big-screen. With almost 2 Months of wait and expectations, (as I usually had for my favorite hero movie release), I got a chance to watch recently.
These kind of fabulous output comes only when each scene is taken into consideration with thirst and Desire. The background music is laudable. It’s un-believable that it was Anil Krishnan's debut film - Such a skillful, creative and innovative output.
As an ordinary thinker/audience, we tend to conclude that the mesmerizing picturization would end in the park scene. But as the film ascends, each scene captivates our eyes and mind to the journey of the movie.

In one line, true from the bottom of my heart, I really could not find fascinating words to describe about the movie. It’s a new kind of feel and surprise...
Its a must watch movie for Salim Bilal Cinematography and Uma Shankar Background Music.
"THE LOST PARADISE" is definitely not an ordinary film which just conveys a message. It has much more ...
Bottom-line:

"THE LOST PARADISE" is no wonder an inspiration for the people who want to step in into the film-industry...

The Lost Paradise - Short Film is now online under pay and view option.

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17 Life Lessons from Stray Dogs

17 Life Lessons from Stray dogsLife is more beautiful when you share and care.Even though they never have enough to go around, they never hesitate to share what little they have with others. Always be on the lookout for opportunities. These guys aren't survivors for nothing. They grab every single opportunity they see and make the most of what they have.The importance of a nap. Got a problem you can't quite solve? Take a nap. Dog certified.To enjoy time with your family. Family time is important, so always try to make some space in your busy schedule for some fun with your loved ones.That it pays to be patient. Haste makes waste. Sometimes, you just have to bide your time and wait for the right moment.To love unconditionally. It takes a lot to love someone without expectations or judgment. These guys love for the sake of love.That being cute gets things done. When all else fails, make puppy dog eyes.And never underestimate yourself. Never get daunted by any task, obstacle or opponent. Bring it on giant foot!That nothing beats the blues like a good hug.Go ahead. Hug someone right now. To always keep your eye on the prize. Do you really want to achieve something in life? Yes? Then keep your eyes on the prize.To stick up for someone. Want to learn to be a hero? Learn from them. To love your mom. Be a good puppy and shower your mom with the love she deserves.To improvise like a boss. And have some fun while at it. Like we said, they have it tough. But that doesn't stop them, does it?To ask for help. And get it. Sometimes, all you have to do is ask. To be a doting parent. Love your kids. Because they grow up really fast.Meet your problems head on. Because only then can you solve them faster.And of course, no matter what, always keep smiling.
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'A remarkable piece of work from a young author'-Arjun Deep Singh Pahwa, Author of The Love, Hate and All ThatBeautiful narration and presentation...colloquial conversations gives the narrative a realistic touch,in a nut shell, your book is definitely going to strike a chord...                                               Prasanta Mahanta, Author of Love-not out-Peace 
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There's something so strikingly honest about this story of love, that the characters will - slowly, but surely - walk straight into your heart. The strong emotional undercurrent only adds to the charm. It's lucid, it's colourful, it's heart-warming, and even with the dark themes that run through it, it's ultimately hopeful and uplifting Samarth Prakash Author of Rainy days

There is an inherent mystique in the story that the author has created that might well appeal to the intellectual YA market exactly as you've written it, including all the colors and icons you used in your narrative, all of which are vehemently eschewed by traditionalists.  But I GONNA QUIT isn't traditional in any way, and for this reason I found it rather remarkable.To put this in more specific terms, for me, your opening was a stream-of-conscious experience no different from the first time I read Joyce or Faulkner.  Now I'm not at all implying your writing is at that level, but it gave me the same "feeling" as I read through the narrative. With respect to your protagonist, Reene has an honest vulnerability that a great many YA readers might empathize with.  Most everyone has had a bad relationship, not so much so that each of us would want to kill ourselves, but certainly we've all felt really bad about something that went sour with someone we really cared about.  The raw emotion of this heartbreak is what I took from your opening.-Robert L. (Rob) Bacon, Founder
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So called Love..

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Aneesh halted his bike on observing the traffic signal. Aneesh love to ride bike especially with his love Anitha. And much more, he loves to halt at signal. Because those few second conversation which he have during the wait... would be more ...INTIMATE...
But today, each second was hectic for him, even-though Anitha was behind him.
Reason being, they were in fight.
Reason for fight?! 
Come on..
It was just an another idiotic fight which they had for goofy reason.

     Aneesh had a glance at her face in the rear mirror and turned his face towards his left side.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Anitha asked him and he nodded his head.
“You… You will admire another girl...and in-turn you will accept it with proud. I hate you, Aneesh” She scolded him and got down from his bike and started moving away.
Aneesh took out the helmet and removed his earphones which was plugged into his ears and wondered, “Was listening to songs and nodding my heard was a crime?. Weird. This time, I am not going to convince her for sure.” He thought and zoomed his bike to his room and found his roommate having drinks. With anger, he took the bottle, had it in a single gulp and started screaming, “Girls are very complex...When they are sad, they expect us to be sad. If they are happy, they expect us to fly with joy. Irrespective of our feelings..."
His mobile buzzed.
“Sorry Aneesh” Anitha replied the other end.
“Honey, Please don’t mention. It was my mistake. I am sorry”
“Hey your voice is different? Did you booze?”
He acted  as if he got a cough and said, “Drinks ah? The moment you came into my life I even stopped drinking water and you know that sweetie. I got drenched in rain and got a bad throat and cough dear”
“Oops, have cough syrup”
“Sure Sweet heart.." He blushed and relaxed
But damn sure.. he learnt a lesson today. Sometimes playing prank would save a fight :)


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"The post should contain the three words - earphones, cough syrup and prank as substantial part of the story"


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