MY friend

First thing …wishin all of you a happy friendship day …

Comin to the post…let me share a story of friend of mine…

We (me & my friend) were watching ‘social network’ movie , he said he wana built a site like facebook and actually make the social networking better. He created an account in facebook and started using facebook explicitly, day n night…

I better call him a facebook addict,as he was online 18-22 hrs a day..Like in the story of the ‘the social network’ Erica in his story was a girl by name Ria. They used to chat on facebook for hours together until Ria went away with another guy.

My friend was very very upset and started writing blog , at the blogger . Time passed by,we got admissions in different universities and the frequency of our meets was lessened . In one meeting of ours he said he met a guy called karthi and said he was very very similar to him and he also was computer geek. He said he changed his blog to the wordpress,as he read one of the posts by karthi at the wordpress and thought that was the place he have to be!!

It was summer and it was really very hot and I got glued to my room . I used to read my friend’s blog at wordpress. He was writing exhaustively . So exhaustively that he was able to have 5000+ people read the blog in 2 weeks time.

His blog was so involving that many people subscribed to his blog and actually commented and queries about the posts he wrote..

He then went on with his blog and started to create a facebook page for his blog!! and made easy for the people to get updates about his blog,if they like his facebook page…

He started to publish his blog in more blog sites like livejournal , blog.com , type_pad and was always occupied writing posts and responding to the queries..

My friend has a name and his name is its_vishu . its me..

This post was inspired by incidents happened to me.. This is a work of  fiction .

” Every person should realize that before you make friends with other people , you should be your friend!! “-its_vishu

He wrote “kill me”

This is a work of fiction-its_vishu

It was morning I was on my bed just woke up after a bad nightmare. ‘I was to rescue Batman from joker and I was killed by Joker’-this was my nightmare.

When I came back after my jog, my watchman gave me a courier and I went to my house. I opened the courier box,it was a diary from my friend Mark. It also had a letter written by my friend has some blood on it . I was tensed, I opened the diary , most of the pages were white and clean.Some pages were torn and some were literally ‘inked’ .

I lost interest in it and had the diary and the letter in my shelf and went to the college.

In the evening , while browsing  I looked at the shelf ,I couldn’t resist exploring the diary.

So I took out the diary and carefully looked to the pages,I found something was written on the pages which were inked .

I found nothing in the first pages,on the page which dated 09/09 I found something written.

09/09/01:

It was a very narrow road,which was wet and it was dark on the streets I was really scared to move at this part of the time.But I want to die and I don’t have the courage to kill myself,so an accident or somebody killing me I thought is better. I know the nigguhs actually have the balls to kill people so I was on the road in search of nigguh. I found no one and while I was walking in the narrow streets filled with  graffiti my phone rang , it was my dad and he said he was in the pub and couldn’t find me .(I lied to dad,I said I went to a party but there was no party!!).

I was disappointed and went to the pub and then came  home and started writing this dipping the tip of my pen in the blood of mine.

The Letter:

I didn’t sleep last night it was really paining, I thought committing suicide is an easy  ,but it is not that easy. I thought to write the whole story in this diary and wanted to post it to Frank , but why should I disturb him ?

How about  a suicide note?? no..no.. if I mention Frank’s name he’ll be in trouble. So I need an idea to actually post this diary as soon as I die to Frank!

I’ll fill the pages as long as I live and before  I die  I’l post it to Frank. So I had the diary wherever I went and I wrote whatever I want to.

I gona die! towers falling

11/09/01:

I woke up and I was really excited when  my phone showed me the missed call and with the name Rachel,  and there was a message saying “see U at Au Bon pain – Lower Manhattan,at 10′am’,this is what I wana tell u..”

Mark and Rachel  met at Au Bon pain and after their breakfast ,Mark was really disturbed by Rachel’s words as she said she was dating another guy of his college  they were walking on the West Street,when a flight pierced into the twin towers and in a few minutes another flight struck WTC and the towers began to fall . Rachel and Mark began to run . The crowd near the WTC began to run as the towers began to fall and there was dust all over the place. Mark started running into the WTC after giving his diary and the letter to Rachel saying to post that to Frank.

Mark was trying to help people out and he rescued some before he was crushed by the buildings ,which were crushed by planes!!

Few days later, Rachel who was in despair after reading the letter of Mark, cut her throat not before she posted the letter and diary to Frank .

In this way,Frank received Mark’s diary which was studded by words in blood which said “kill me”

P.S. -> The dates mentioned in this post are  of DD/MM/YYYY format.

A BOY..A GIRL…A LOVE STORY

“This is an article of fiction,any character resemblance with real or dead is purely coincidence”— its vishu

“people who loves themselves can love people around them”– anonymous

I’m a boy…who is an orphan and people around me call me  Judas…I don’t know why….This is my story….and I love myself and I love to be myself….

The days were very dry and sunny… I used to  sleep in the dusty streets of the town…and work for a merchant in the market place…

The town where I live has a solitary feature…The town was a 1234.500 steps away from a place filled  with sand and place where your sweat seems like water… A place where water has priority than boiling blood…..My town is surrounded by these sands…the desert sands….

When I was 18, I still remember me and my merchant were travelling to the neighboring town with his family when my merchant died of the heart stroke…and his family left me behind and went away one night…

I was dying of hunger and was in middle of a deserted place…with bright sun throwing his baby rays filled with the fire on me…I couldn’t move any further,and I was on the burning ground….lying….

the desert sands with the sun blazing

I saw a group of people,coming towards me…and I remember a person with a glass water jar with water in it which was held by his hand and he was  moving towards me tardily…I couldn’t see the face of the person but could feel the sensation of glass jar bang on my head…And after a few seconds… I could see my blood along with the water dry up,very quickly…And after a few more seconds…I lost my conscious….

When I opened my eyes,I was in a place surrounded by snakes of different varieties which were in jars on the shelves…I could also see a scar on top of right eye….in the small piece of glass…I was in pain,so couldn’t come out the bed…

A person came into the room and said ” its time to go from here…Didn’t find any snakes” took his jars and packed things up..and started to move out when I asked him whether he could help me as I was in pain…He sat on his camel and made me sit on his camel and we were travelling….I asked him about the place and where did he found me….and why he was helping me… He replied ” I and you are animals with emotions  and sensibilities, responsibilities, have some paths to follow and should offer help and be kind to other persons in this world “

Tamasha's jars

As we were travelling and traveling…We found some dead horses and people lying next to them with their faces painted in blood…and then saw a girl trying to bury herself….when Tamasha who said that was his name and his father was a magician…slapped her and took her along with us….and tied her hands with great difficulty,as she was punching him on his broad face…

2 days passed and my scar lessened its job and made me a bit comfortable,but  things were not the same as they were 2 days before when the girl started speaking to Tamasha and me…and said about her family… and asked us to stay with her in her village…along with their uncle and aunt..We traveled  to her village,and Tamasha met her uncle and said what had happened on the way…and said to care of me till I was alright and left the place…..

Few days passed…and I was alright and asked her uncle to help me in assigning some for me….He took me to the place where he mines gold and molds them into some shape…and  asked me to help me in the job…and also I was given a room,near the mines which had nothing in it…

I felt very happy as I happened to find  a living and was able to survive the dead blow….

10.2 weeks later…..

It was sand storm which was coming all the way…me,Sekhmat which is the name of the beautiful girl who gave me living  and Aren,his uncle were coming from the mines and we stayed in my room as the sands were flying with great excitement….the doors blew away and the sands rushed into the small room….filled the room…We fought hard for our survival…Sekhmat lost her conscious and I blew air into her to save her and Aren was buried in the sands….The storm subsided,I took Aren and Sekhmat to their house…and helped them,till they recovered…

the sand storm

Aren and I were back to work,and one day I found the beauty lying on the heap of gold near to the mine and the heap was red along with her legs,waist and hands…she was bleeding and was in pain..It was in the night and I could see her face red and her  pain blue under the light of the moon…I took her to my room and wiped her blood with the clothes that I have,made her drink some wine and teared my clothes tied round her wounds and she was still bleeding…she was watching me..with her eyes almost dying….she looked towards the door,which I repaired..and pointed towards a paper which was burnt to an extent…

I took the paper,but was never interested in reading it as the girl was in pain..I took her to a druggist whom I met,and left her there…after reading the piece of paper which said

” Why did you help Judas?? I smashed his head,but he wasn’t dead…give me his blood along with his body or else….Sekhmat….”

During those 10.2 weeks…before the happening of the above….

I was watching her..she was sleeping next to me…looking into me and my eyes…with my hand under her hair..her head on my hand…She asked me..”why is she with me now?” I said “to sleep..” She smiled and wrote something on my chest…and took a mirror and showed it to me…which read ” I want you to live…because I’m in love with you”…I asked her what is the problem…she said her uncle has a friend who wants to kill you..and she also said she was with her uncle,during this conversation…I took her into my arms and kissed her and we were in tears of happiness…

We loved each other,and were happy….I never thought why I have to be killed…I didn’t harm people…

I asked Aren about what Sekhmat told me…and he said “if you want to live,go away from the place or else you will be dead”

The present day…..

 I went to Aren to inform about Sekhmat, he came with me to the druggist saw Sekhmat and with a smile on his face took a knife and made a mark,which was deep not that beautiful but was paining and burning….on my face…..I was in blood,the druggist helped me by cutting the throat Aren,which he did not intend to do… Aren was not a great fighter for his life..lost his life and also his wife..along with his friend…

The druggist helped me to recover and also Sekhmat…

When I and Sekhmat were going to my town,she told me that Aren wanted to kill me and her as her friend’s family was ruined by my merchant and Sekhmat’s father….I guess the person who smashed me with the jar,was the friend of Aren who was ruined by my merchant…

Aren loved himself,his friend and also people round him….ended up in being dead…

“love and friendship do not make people, lifeless..they make life worth living “

“killing people doesn’t give you license to heaven….helping people can give you that licence…for the friendship sake..never try to kill people…you never know the people you kill might have a friend like you..to kill you..”-its vishu