I like Mumbai!

   I always wondered what's so great about Mumbai. Why Anuj, Ashwin and Anu keep irritating me boasting about Mumbai. That day, I told Anuj and Ashwin that whats so big deal, its just like another city. I got big lecture from both of them.. I didnt dare to speak the same to Anu. (I would have missed all my dinners).
   Anu had booked train for our journey to Mumbai. Maybe she wanted to get accustomed to train journey. Through the train journey, I realized never to go by what she looks!.. she might be thin or in better words slim but she didnt stop eating vada pavs from all possible stations available. Again, Mumbai delicacy it seems...
  It was hot & humid, I kept telling her we should have gone by car. she gave me her dirty looks and went back to eat vada pav and started reading some novel (again story based out of Mumbai) voraciously.
  Finally, we reached Kalyan. Dad was waiting for us. The station was so huge. It looked like Ernakulam station with lots of rush, crowd and dirt. We boarded one local train, Anu and Dad were talking in an alien language like should we go by fast or slow, lets go to platform no 2 or else to 5. I dont understand what is the difference in all these platforms. Trains will obiviously stop right!.. hmmm... I didnt get it anyhow. Knowing my confused look, Anu tried to explain but it had fallen to deaf ears
  We got into the train. The train was very fast. I think its 90km/hr but still I can drive my car in 120km/hr.Hmm... the sound of the train looks like its changing gears. I liked it. Surely this train is different. Anu and Dad were discussing about new station called "Copper"... hahhahaa.. how can one name station on metal.. anyway, I wont forget this station's name. Dad tried to familiarize me with the list of stations but I couldnt. The names are so different.
  We reached Mulund station. Outside the station, I could see numerous hawkers selling and yelling and marketing themselves. We got into a rickshaw to go home. Anu was telling bus ticket charges only 5rs, I wonder why rick is needed which can charge fortunes like it does in Bangalore. Reached home, rick charge 21rs., Dad didnt have change, so rick driver took only 20rs. Hmmm.. I liked rickshaw drivers also!
  Being with Anu, I have got her hunger pangs transferred. Amma must have thought that she would receive some sort of relief from her son-in-law but in fact, I troubled her most with my exotic dishes demands (chucks... smile with a wink)
I knew Anu is very particular about time but that runs in a family was history and "military" for me.Achan had told us to get ready by 7am on the very next day for our numerous visits already scheduled. Achan has arranged for Omni van for our travel. The very morning, I saw lots of monkeys in Anu's colony. (Maybe her friends..chucks... smile with a wink again) and then I realized her colony is just behind Sanjay Gandhi National Park and if lucky, I can also spot a leopard. Anu had seen it in various occasions, now I also want to spot atleast one.
With numerous visits, we finally reached Khopoli met our relatives and then headed towards Khandala. Singing me hear "Athi kya Khandala", I could seen suppressed smile on amma's face.

 It was very very very hot and I was completely dehydrated.But Pune-Mumbai express highway excited and urged me to come in car for the next Mumbai visit. Later we went to amma's friend's place. Can you believe it? They own a factory which exports fish to Europe!!... (hahaaahahahha.. with devilish wicked smile). Thanks to my wife and amma, they both happily said that I am like a cat and love to eat fish most of the time. The very next day, 5kgs of prawns and promfrets are delivered in our house. My days were becoming interesting.

The next destination was Powai Hiranandhani which I have seen and heard in movies. The relative of ours owns three houses there.. I wonder whether he works in merchant navy or some mafia. Who else can gift his wife house at Hiranandhani on valentine's day. Poor my wife, I dont even remember when did we celebrate Valentine's day or did we?
The most important activity that I did today was eating lots of prawns like butterfly prawns, tiger prawns... (eeeee... I sound like Anu now.. anyway, I enjoyed my food)

We went to CST i.e. Chatrapathi Shivaji Terminus, yaya.. the same place were terrorist was photographed, yes again, the same place where polar bear hugs the guy and he dances like mad in the ad. Amma and Anu got into ladies compartment. Anu had long list of precautions and tips for me while getting into train. I was supposed to get inside and stand in the side and not in the middle of the bogie. Also, I am supposed to get inside the seating area and snatch any seat at the earliest possible, preferably, window seat facing towards the destination. It was an Herculean task for me but Achan the great and experienced pushed everyone away and I got seat. I was happy. I was smiling all the time to see how the city is so calm even with this fast life. I could see that Anu was not feeling well and was already dehydrated before reaching Gateway of India. Maybe I should have brought vada pav for her, she would have forgotten her worries.

 We were going to see Elephanta caves. Anu being in mumbai for 22yrs, she was visiting Elephanta caves for the first time. The only reason of she not going there was that reaching there was only possible by boat. She was brave enough to be on boat for 45mins this time though! ( I bought three balaji chips packet and two frooti with five rs. extra for each packets).
After Elephanta journey, Anu wanted to explore all earrings, necklaces hawkers by bargaining, fighting and getting it her way. She was very much charged and excited by then.She kept getting into different sub roads and headed as if she knows whole mumbai, later, I heard her telling achan that she doesnt know where we all are heading towards. That's it, I called for taxi and we went back to CST station.hmmm.. I liked CST and Taxis.
  We got into new advanced train where stations were announced every now and then. I was more interested in seeing Dharavi. Anu had openly showed me the slums next to Ghatkopar which in similar lines of Kamatipura and I was wondering how to ask her about those lanes. Dharavi didnt look like slums, there houses were built out of bricks and asbestos. Maybe that's why it is so huge and popular.
 Time and days flew off in Mumbai and I completely enjoyed the free time I spent there. My earlier preception about Mumbai is changed abit. Mumbai is quite different from other cities. You will see all types of cars right from Omni to Lexus but most of people like to commute by train. My most important research was that household provisions are economical in Mumbai. Sugar is rs.8 less in Mumbai compared to Bangalore.Here buses run on CNG and so does many taxis and rickshaws. The sincerity shown by rickshaw drivers are remarkable.People eventhough are busy with their lives, they will stop and ackowlegde your presence. They respected and considered me as their son.
I realized that I sounded very excited when I used to give my updates to my mom in Kerala. I could see the feeling of pride in Anu's eyes when I spoke about Mumbai.
 Eventhough still Trivandrum is my favorite destination, I like Mumbai too!(smiling with content feeling). It is surely worth visiting place!

Aamchi Mumbai

"Mumbaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii... Ganapat chal daru la.."
"Yeh hain mumbai meri jaan...."

What makes Mumbai a.k.a Bombay a.k.a Jadoo ki nagiri so unique?
Below are the options:
1.India's financial capital
2.Vada Pav and Pav Bhaji
3.Bollywood
4.Marathi Maanus
5.Happy go lucky spirit; never say no attitude
6.Spaceless always crowded local train
7.Underworld
8.Bomb Blasts
9.Dharavi
10.All the above and many more

I go with option 10. As they say for Las Vegas.. I must say once you live in mumbai you will be mumbaikar for your lifetime.. no matter which region, religion, caste or creed... You won't know the love for Mumbai when you stay there but once you are out of the magicial shell of Bombay, you will have time only to brood over Mumbai and "hysterically" "animatingly" (word created by me) pour out your feelings about Mumbai.

Stayed..lived..felt..smelt..ate..breathe..slept...in Mumbai for 21yrs. My complete youthful age of my life.. even after 2yrs away from this nagiri I still get excited when someday speak in Marathi. I always have a big share of my outrageous or commendable options when someday mentions about Vadapav, Juhu Beach, Bandra bandstand, CST, Shivaji Maharaj, ShivSena and so on

Many say Mumbaikars dont bother to help person who is at distress even when the person is crying or howling between the railway tracks... but they miss to see the great and inspiring deeds put forth by Mumbaikars during the times of flood, bomb blasts or terrorist attacks.
True, there is wave of regionalism hit like tsunami, true that you cannot guarantee your life getting into Virar local, but it is also true that Mumbai is the same city where all Indian festivals are celebrated the way it should be.. it is same place where you make friends of your lifetime travelling through the same local train..


When am trying to pen down more thoughts, I am unable to frame sentences for Mumbai.. You have to experience once in your life time and you will also feel proud to call yourself as a Mumbaikar... its like your know the smell of the prefume but unable to describe it...


LOVE YOU MUMBAI!!! :)

One of the best Voyages!

Lucky/Crazy/Pampered bum.. call me whatever you can... but I must say.. I had all my versions of adventure in one hell lot of fun trip to Coorg..
1.Lucky because of my near to death experience... (still gives me goosebumps..)
2.Crazy because I was mad enough to take snaps of my Yamadooth!
3.Pampered because of my husband who fought with his friends for my lunch.
  
   It was an optional holiday at our workplace and all our tour members had booked their trip on that day itself. I was regretting to be in office and missing all the fun at Irruppu falls. The lazy day was spend eating all junk food (the only exercise which I religiously practice when I am depressed). At around 2.45pm, Shyam surprised me by mentioning that we would leave 15mins early (Though, time given was 3.00pm to start from office, my expectation was to leave only by 4.00pm considering Shyam's dedication to work). Along with our friend Venkat we started our voyage. With stops at numerous toll plazas and Mc D, we continued our trip. I was abreast to all the fun and stops of our counter team which made me more gloomy. To kill my inner ego, I demanded for food like a Kumbhakaran does every six months. My poor husband had to stop at Cafe Coorg which was an exact replica of CCD but prices there blew up my brain away.. Finally we bought three cup cakes for rs.10/- each. 
  Without food and fun, I was completely drained and my mind had become a crib monster by that time. Once clock struck 8.00pm, we started getting numerous calls from our already panicked friend Mr. EVK to come fast..(arree.. we were only half way through and he wants us to reach the resort! Are we supposed to fly?) He added petrol, diesel, and all sorts of flammable objects to my wound by declaring that no dinner for us, thanks to cup cakes, I was able to have my vision! Suddenly it struck to Shyam that we have lost our route. I guess, being hungry made all my bile to get into my head and I was yacking to divert and go to wayand or whichever place that road takes us to. Luckily (we thought so), we saw a checkpost and asked one elderly person to guide us the route. He said only one thing "straight onnde route". We entered the onnde routu and realized that we are the only people travelling and it looked like we were driving to reach Mr. Dracula's villa. For around 70miles, we zoomed our vehicle as if we were the only "ALIVE" kings of the land. I was the pillion in our car and was wandering into the dark and I suddenly noticed that the barks, trees and different types of vegetation was destroyed. I proudly acclaimed that elephants have passed by.(I was very proud of my biologist vision). But didnt predict that we would actually come across one. After ten minutes or so, we witnessed the nature's prefect majestic creature. The gigantic tusker calmy was having his dinner in the left side of the road. (If Veerappan would have seen the tusker, he would have earned millions with 2-3 mts long tuskers). I was so overjoyed seeing the tusker that I forgot all my whimps and cries, I forgot my dinner, I felt blessed to see my most favourite creature in the wilds.
     But the tensed and panicked calls didnt stop. We were supposed to reach the cottage before 9pm only then we would get the trip up the hill to cottage. hmmmm... difficult but when shyam is at pilot's seat, please take extra precautionary measures to beat the speed. (He is an excellent driver ever seen, we leave behind Volvo buses with minimum of 3hrs while driving to Kerala and we are still alive. Didnt I say he is excellent!).Finally we reached "Honey Valley estate" by 10pm with an exciting and painstaking 5kms jeep journey to the cottage.
   Thanks to all of our concerned friends, we were able to have yummisiously delicious dinner. The excitement, the exhilaration, the thrill got into our head and we all finally decided to retire by 2.30am with all our creative dumbcharades. Dumbcharades were worth mentioning with movies which was in similar lines to "ASS-sa-nation of "some" Dick-son" (only those who played will understand).

 Thanks to Coorg, I discovered my talents of acting crazy, taking photographs of flowers, bees, insects, coffee beans except human beings. The place was next to heaven. The rays, the morning aroma, colourful flowers.... hmmmm... I miss Honey Valley!

Owned by Indians, managed by Foreigner, excellent place to sit and dine, though food was the common ones like bread and jam, rice and samabhar, (still makes my mouth watering even when describing) but it was excellently delicious maybe because of the natural touch thoroughout.

The place was so mystic that we didnt know what all mysteries would unfold in one day. Honey Valley had their own places to venture. Mr. Jack (still can't forget the  jack fruit joke) officially declared my husband Mr. N E Ghanashyam as the guide for our adventurous hunt. Thanks to the guide book, we lost our destination seven times. But who knew which route was the correct one.

 In the mid of the jungle we ventured with all excitement and energy we had. The map mentioned that we had to walk upstream. We eventually found a place where usually one can see waterfall during rains and we starting navigating upstreams.

During this travel, we were instructed to catch trees for support. But adhering to rules would have made me see the actual hell/heaven whatever it might be. Courtesy Sunny Paul, I am still alive. He was considerate enough to tell me not to hold the particular tree. Thanks to my stars, I just recoiled from 10mm distance from a Viper.. my yamadhooth! (Shebs, I owe my life to Sunny)

Plenty of treking, made my stomach churn all the juices out. I was soooo hungry that I thought I have become blind. As history repeats, (repeated from mangalore trip of clash of titans) with jolts  and jerks, the group divided into two. The hungry ones left for cottage, while the determined ones went to discover natural swimming pool. With good dose of yummy food and wacky scoldings from Mr. Jack, the hungry souls became energetic and again determined to find the correct route. Shyam and me, Shebs and Sunny and Praveen started their trip and again got lost thrice. Finally two guys from no-where landed in front of us and they guided us the route. When we reached the destination, we could see EVK, Venkat, Anuj, Pavan and Ashwin having their gala time with a firang (ok!..hmmm... it was a guy and he had joined them for some fun.. shake off dirty things from your dirty minds).

Gals had free pedicure with the help of "Finned ones" in the water. The journey back to cottage was tiring though we could see mist formation at 4.30pm.

The night was ended with camp fire sponsored by visitors (:D) and endless nonsense horror stories of Mr. Praveen Alandkar.Listening to his stories, I wished the new day to rise soon.The next day was Valentine's day and our happy couple had their romantic exchanges near the cafeteria.

We had a halt at mysore, Manju's place and continued back to Bangalore with lots of beautiful and cherishing friendship memories. Two days without mobile range, two days without laptop, two days without farmville, two days without TV... it was just fun, love and celebrations...Those two days of your life which would always shine, glow and leave a print in your happy memories :). It will always long you to have numerous trips again...

I am in Love with my life who is my love! :)

It’s funny to know that life always has a twist for the new beginning,
It’s funny to know that what you thought had somehow become true,
It’s funny to know that your love and desire was strong to break long lasting so called “relationship”,
It’s funny to know that together being for one year, you realized your love…


It’s surprising to know that the person who I saw for one year is completely different and rare,
It’s surprising to know that the person who was always quiet is so passionate and romantic,
It’s surprising to know that both of us who lived in different horizons have common thinking,
It’s surprising to know that both of us always had that spark of understanding and mutual respect…


It’s beautiful to know that you reciprocate to all my thoughts and views,
It’s beautiful to know that even though I love you more but you still express it more than me,
It’s beautiful to know that more than love; you respect me as an individual,
It’s beautiful to know that you will be always with me throughout my life…

It’s the most memorable phase of my life and I feel blessed and lucky to have you for my life…..I wish and hope that we stay together for eternal years….
Blog dedicated to my Chanduchettan :)

My latest hobby

What is hobby all about?


In dictionary, it is meant as an activity for pleasure or relaxation at your free time. In the simplest way, I can explain “hobby” as an act of recreation for yourself. It is your own way to make you happy. And nothing other than writing makes me reflect my inner world.


The psychology behind my hobby might be because I am an introvert. I feel I can express best through the flow of literature and by capturing the essence of any act.


My hobby of writing doesn’t mean to limit myself within the social boundary. It goes beyond through various emotions, experiences and most important “creativity”. If “necessity” is the mother of all inventions then “creativity” would be forefather of all imaginations which lead to inventions. The pleasure of writing helps me relaxing myself and allows me to fly away with the bunch of colorful imaginations across. One may not venture through various experiences in his/her reel life but by writing, I can even do bungee jumping. Writing has become a passion more than hobby now.


My story starts from my childhood when I used to be good at languages essay writing and won various essay competitions at different forums. My love for literature also made me win various elocution accolades too. Thanks to these talents, I was one of the fortunate to meet Dr. Abdul Kalam and ask various questions to him.


Later on, this passion graduated to composing poems. Poems would be of all emotions right from my anger to romantic mushy ones. When I entered college, I was already known for my poetic talent and also for the rhyming quotes which used to be on the walls of our college during the college festivals. The experiences which I wrote after each trip during college excursions took almost one month to come back to me and enriching feedbacks were that it made all the readers to re-live our trip experiences. Along with me, the readers also enjoyed my journey from poems to blog posts.


The latest endeavor after getting into corporate world is writing a book based on mischievous deeds of six year old boy named “Chotu”. There are two things that adults lose when they grow up. First being, the imaginative power i.e. creativity and second is the innocence. I am writing the book which will have both the qualities. The naughty acts of the young chap has many innocent and bone tickling incidents.


This excitement of writing can be now called as an obsession for me. If anybody says that hobbies are only for relaxation then I would not totally accept it. The reason being, I sometimes treat it as selfish act. Relaxation is the part of it which is true, along with it; I get immense pleasure and contentment that I am able to create a new world with my imagination. The world of words are filled with characters and emotions created by me. It is the world where there is no violence, where there is no hatred. It is completely filled with enjoyment and my deep engraved desires are fulfilled.


The world of words will help you scream in golden silence, it would help you soar higher. Finally, the world of magic needn’t be created by hijacking your conscience; it can also be created by making you experience it through reading simulations.


It might not be inspiring, but there are certain things which you cannot describe; it is like one knows the smell of perfume but cannot express the odor. But I am sure; this might have made you ponder for a while to embrace a hobby which excites you, which makes you feel fresh every time you do it.


This is my flow of words! This is my latest hobby!

Endless destinations

The three things which I enjoy most in my life are

1)having bhutta smeared with lemon juice and mixture of salt & chilli powder in cold, heavily raining evening with drinking nice sweet n hot coffee and watching kids/guys playing football....hmmmm....yummmmmy [d spicy corn n not match scene ;) ].

2) Watching cartoon network & Hungama channel with "n" supply of snacks.

3) The most important and most exciting is wondering, roaming aimlessly without knowing the destination and just venturing around....

Though I always become sad being in Bangalore and missing the first two great experiences as being away from Mumbai, the greatest windfall are the 5 exciting trips in one and half yrs tenure in Bangalore.

I think considering aside my college excursions which would be always dear to me; the adventures I had here in Bangalore are extremely wonderful and worth boasting...

First gang outing was to Bannerghatta National Park.... It is worth mentioning that life would have been miserable without taking "Praveen Alandkar" to the national park.. Though that place was our hometown and we could find most our species there but nothing like Praveen...

Right from the beginning of the Safari till the end, he has not only entertained his friends but also the co-passengers by his witty and "non-sensical" comments... even the animals if they could understand human language would have died out of laughter...I think the comments just spontaneously splurred out due to the mixture of sunny climate and cool winds....[Praveen is not there in this snap as he was as usual late; the funniest part is he had left early than us from his home but was waiting for us in a wrong bus stop]

We were supposed to leave from my place in the morning 9.00am..but the people who complaint that girls come late please smash cowdung on your face. All girls sprang up and got ready before 8.30am and there wasnt any sign of any guys!!!... Finally we left by 11.00am and reached Bannerghatta ontime for "lunch".

Skipping all the ticket stories and animal exploring, let me directly jump to the jumbo ride.. All gals were excited for the elephant ride though greedy and insensitive human beings like us failed to notice that both the elephants were actually very old and tired...Being a first timer for an elephant ride, I was extremely happy and excited like a baby watching hearing mobile ring tones (weird simile)...

Though it was half day local excursion, all of us enjoyed it very well and exciting part was "discuss the first crush of your life".. I must say, I still couldnt makeout how many crushes Divya had (Sorrry, but I am still confused)...

Second venture was to Bangalore-Mangalore-Kasargod-Bangalore.

It is a lifetime memory and I dont think, I will forget this trip, even if I am affected by alzheimer's). Next to my Gir Forest trip in college days, this is the d best trip I had till date. Those bus bugs in supposed to be called "volvo" buses ; Megha n my try to shop in shopper's stop in Mangalore, those weird idea of boating while the climate is like on fire.Eating Kori roti and trying to push it through your foodpipe to reach your intestine incidents will never drain out through your brain.The most hilarious incident is switching off lights when megha was inside the bathroom and singing "ghumnaam hain koi" songs..the best part is inside bathroom, eventhough geyser was on and megha thought electricity went off...Mindless guys throwing dirty sand in the beach on gals and unnecessary fights whether to visit Bekel fort or not...clash of titans ;)...Man, I think this trip has got engraved in my brain cells.

Though as usual majority won; Bekel fort experience was the most enjoyed and never regretted visit...Hot scorching sun and still our spirits werent dampened (but our body water was totally dehyderated and we all tanned our skin tone to look similar to a buffalo. [except Priya :) who had became more "fairer"!!!].. The mighty ocean and dangerous rocks displayed stupendous view.

Next junction was Ashwin's house in Mangalore..

Caution: in case you are new to the place and is tempted to ask anyone for the path to Ashwin's home, please dont dare to look behind whether that person exist or not..he might have died some 100yrs ago...Man, That place was really scary even in daylight....Just to prove that I am not scared and very adventurous type of person, I accepted some stupid challenge given by guys... I think I got fever after accomplishing that challenge because I was talking like donald duck and walking like goofy...But kya darr kya fikar when Mr. Ashwin was our guide...Excellent pavbhaji prepared by Bhabhi made my desires come true and then we all went to destruct the calm surrounding, those quiet and beautiful supari plantations...We four idiot mallus invented new racing competition in Mangalore. (thanks to our stars, only Ashwin's family saw us doing that, orelse our whole next generations would have been boycotted in that area) But seriouslly speaking, I enjoyed the supari leaves ride to the core...

Certains experiences in your life will never be forgotten easily and the moment you think of those, you end up wanting for more.... the recent three ventures are yet to described and shared...let me do those honours in the next blog....

My Life..my love

Its almost an year ago, I had ample leisure to pen down my thoughts. Now things have changed, priorities have got changed, loved ones are changed, I have more wrinkles and less hair but my passion to write and explore the parts of the world is still a baby growing every moment.

I always questioned my existence when there was a serious situation. Earlier I never knew why I was alive as I passed through series of trauma which I think nobody in this world should face. But now I realized whatever had happened with me was always for good.
I never understood why I had to come to Bangalore away from mumbai, from my parents and friends. I was of the impression that I will live and die in Mumbai and no other place. But as I said there was something planned for me. Certain relations you take it for granted and you feel you will never get more than this.. but distance always makes you taste salty water...I was always labelled as unlucky and I thought it might be true..but I realized that it always lies in your mind. The things which you take for granted sometimes can be wrong. The judgement which I took during my teens, I realized it was biggest mistake in my life.
Certain experiences taught me that how your close friends can make you think yourself to be an untouchable, how easily one's character can be become heap of garbage... But as mentioned "every cloud has a silver lining" and my silver lining was shining bright thoroughout the year I was in Banglore and yet I couldnt recognize him.
He was my first friend in Bangalore and my first collegue.I thought he was the most quietest and thinnest guy I will come across. Days passed teasing him with numerous gals and making fun of his various period called " I am in love"... But later, things got changed. my personal life was deterioting and he became my agony aunt. I approached him for sillest things and he "heard" me out, I poured my emotions but he again "heard" me out, I felt happy and secured with him and thanked my stars that I have my best friend with me in Bangalore and can ask for help even at 2.00am(provided he takes my call ;) )
Days passed and lately things got complicated. Though he was the same guy but our friend circle started making fun of something which never clicked me...but my guts said those fun and taunts had something to do with me and him...
With all my mustered courage and consulting my good friend in Bangalore, I asked him the reason of all these things. I asked "Am I involved in any jokes or comments made?" But he with his innocent smile replied "Nothing" as usual.
He was with me throughout my rough patch, being the strongest pillar of support. And one day, he spoke.. when he spoke, I could see all birds flying through my ears..I could see colours in different forms and shapes...I could see I am floating amongst the clouds....
In canteen, he spoke and asked me "Will you be my partner throughout my life?"... I took some time to digest that question (but to my favour, he thought I am in deep thoughts ;) ;) ;) )....
I didnt know what to say but I knew that I just saw my soulmate. But again, life had just reminded you about your past mistake and I didnt know whether to repeat it and cry over the spilled milk... but as I always go by my instincts, I said "I am ok, but route it through your parents....

That one statement made such a huge difference in my life.. My life took 360degree turn and everything just completely went for a makeover....I am very glad that I made that decision and happy that I have many more helpful and loving friends, excellent family and most important my soulmate...
I am extremely happy to be in love... in love with the person whom I met an year ago, considered him as my good friend who then got graduated to one of my best friends and now friend of life... He is my life... my love..