chapter 3-The smile

I was  very font of faces.My favorite hobby is to watch the faces of other people.It's little awkward for a hobby.But i like it.If you ask anyone about their hobby.they will probably reply with reading,music or cricket.whatever it may be,it's usual that they follow some hereditary hobbies.In my opinion hobbies make a man ,complete.
While i was searching and sorting all the beautiful faces in that hall and was trying hard to never miss one.I was struct by a beautiful one,and i smiled.It took only a second,it reflected.I was patronized,like every men of my age.It was her ...my girl.sorry...my dream girl.
                             I stood motionless for a moment.It was a beautiful moment that no words can explain and no poet can improvise hoooo.... . I poked my friend Melvin to get an opinion about this girl.But he was not only listening to me but also smiling back to my girl.Melvin is the lead base guitarist of the college western band-'Ramiels'.He told me that he know this girl.She was shortlisted in the audition of the band-Western Music.She was smiling at him.Whatever,she smiled.That was of course my second weakness.smiles.I already told you,main thread of this love story are the smiles .
And it carves my soul out.

chapter 3-Textiles

As a part of srishti we went for a meeting with Mr.Kalyanaraman,an entrepreneur and owner of Kalyan silks.Yadhu is the finance coordinator of Srishti.Along with him, Melvin,Syam,Saji and myself jumped in for this meeting.It was our first business meeting and we were all tensed.It does not went as we planned.Kalyanaraman didn't show up because of his busy schedule.So we started with their public relations officer,in a small office cabin.Kalyan silks was one of the famous textiles in Thrissur,which has the greatest selection for new fashion.
                                        Thrissur is also known as the educational capital of Kerala.And it was the time of college reopening.And a busy climate for the textilers.There were so many customers going in and out.They came in with credit cards and went out with thanks cards.The unique technique used by the son's and daughter's of Thrissur are:if they get both their father and his credit card near a trusted textile area,they will purchase clothing for a year;even that is minimum.While we look at the billing area,the scenario is a little bit hilarious.After a family purchase,we can see the one with the credit cards in a long queue to pay the bill.Every 20 seconds he gets bored and looks towards his family in the waiting area.The hereditary grandma's can be seen irittated by the crowd.The so called Wife's w'll be sitting proud that if his husband is paying the money to fund ISRO for a rocket launch.
                                                          The son's w'll be watching daughter's of other parents and giving them a matured smile every time they look.And finally the daugter's w'll be cooking their brains,how to show off in the college,wearing this new dresses.
(to be continued)

Chapter-3,Srishti,the second reason

Whenever i hear the word 'srishti' i felt proud of myself.Srishti is the annual techno-cultural fest of the cs department,St Thomas' College.I still can't believe we organized a 3 lakh fundraising program of our own;with my 33 friends.Fundraising was a tough job.Even when we used all our personal and political connections to make some money,we were still short of 1.25 lakh.Then we came up with the idea of marketing the entrepreneurs in Thrissur.We implemented new marketing strategies,financial techniques.....etc.Having heard about the 'srishti',we got invitations for donations and sponsorship meetings from the entrepreneur's of thrissur.(to be continued)

Chapter-2

I don't know how it happened.I am in love.To me love was only the language of films and novels.It never got into my nerves.It was like i never realized the craziness a single word can mean in my life.

             It all started in my college.The month of July.The college was filled with freshers.Since the first year admissions are late this year,we had to wait a month for all the beautiful freshers to arrive.We were enjoying,the ecstasy of a life time.

The truth is that,there will be only one or two beautiful lads in each batch,Which we the cs'ians call them-'public figures'.Nothing was comparable to their beauty.And watching the beauty was an art,which can only acquired through practicing.She was one of them,but just a college girl to me.

I saw her in the college office for the first time,smiling all around.Talking about the smile,i love it.This whole love story is based on some smiles.She has her own way to smile.Whenever she struck on an idea,it reflected in her smile.If she is happy,she smiles and if she had the slightest possibility of unhappiness,her lips cried out of despair.It reflects her personality. 

(to be continued...)

chapter 1-Suicide

Have you heard about the stupid people who wants to suicide because of a silly love failure.Well i'm one of them.Infact its not even a failure,it never even started beautifully.It's my first love.I didn't know it bear so much happiness and excruciating pain...             I don't know why i am doing this,but i am.Looking downwards from the suicide point,Nelliyampathi.There's little bit of time left for suicide.It's a beautiful morning in nelliyampathi.All the trees are shaking their branches from the fog.No sunrise was ever beautiful in my life.I,smiled.It was a powerful smile.Two years of happiness and pain in one single smile...     "I don't know what i am doing,but i wish   if there is a girl to call me back..."

First Post

Hello,I'm Deepak.i want to be a software engineer.But moreover i am a writer;i think so,or i want to be one.This blog is a practice page for me.I want every one to support me.

                                                                                                     Deepak c varghese