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…and that was the end of his inferiority complexes...!


… it was not an ordinary day in his life; his confidence shattered, and when that incident happened; he was just fifteen. A group of girls, eventually his classmates made fun of his shaved head, his lost pride, his dead dreams, and his broken confidence. He was one of the victims of hair fall in his early teens due to dandruff and itchy scalp. He shaved his head at least once in three months for his hair treatment; an Ayurveda treatment, where he was given nourishment to the hair pores, and they cleared the build-up due to damp scalp. The treatment sounded good, but in reality, he was only known for his shaved head. He lost his self-confidence, totally; he ran away hiding his face from everyone fearing that they might tease him again.

It was the time when Girls were crazy about Film Actor Madhavan (Maddy); his charm and hairstyle enchanted everyone. He also a fan of Madhavan, and all he wished was hairstyle like Madhavan but all he had was shaved head. Although he loved white coloured shirts, he hated to wear it; he had no other go, he had to wear torn white coloured half-hand shirts, as it was his uniform. After every interval break, he checked his shirt collar for falling hairs, and he had quickly dusted off, which irritated him a lot. In fact, he never dared or even dreamt of clicking his photographs.

He was poor, in fact very poor, but his life was not a sad tale, actually, he lived a tough life. He had two close friends in his school days; he shared his tears with them. In those tough days, they were his medicines to his sorrows. They made him smile for whatever he had achieved that day. He is a mathematics genius and he could solve any problems faster than 99% percent of his classmates. His parents realized that the treatment was not at all curing his hair problems; neither his problems solved nor he gained his self-confidence. He colourfully passed his public examination and he thought that was the end of his problems, but the shit followed.

Though he had a decent hairstyle, he was made fun of for his poor grammar, they way he spoke and for his short hairstyle during his college days. It was not his mistake; he studied in a Government School where English had to be read only from books, although he loved Wordsworth and his dream girl woken up his poetry talent, still he lacked in grammar, and he never bothered to correct because according to him English is a foreign language. He was known for his express speech; the cause of that behaviour was his brain-processed words faster than a normal brain would process! His short hairstyle, of course, the best he had in those days. He was helpless in all the above cases, still he had to pay a lot for it; his classmates mocked him whenever he spoke, some criticized it as blah blah. Some even pretended like the way the he dusted his shirt collar. There were days that he wanted to be removed even from his memories - painful memories.

He was a talkative person during his kindergarten days, and in his college days, he was known for his reserved and moody character. His life had changed just because of his major problem – hair problem. At a certain point of time, he had given up the habit of combing his hair, which was his favourite hobby during his primary school days. His close friend had cursed him many times; as he combed his hair staring at every car’s mirror he passed by. How a life had changed just because of one major problem in his life – hair problem, which was not at all considered as a serious problem during the start of twenty-first century, particularly in case of men.

It was early November 2007, when a bird flew through the window of a Software Engineer; his sister who was working as a Software Engineer happened to attend an introductory session of Dove, accidentally. She was given trial packs of dove, which changed his world for good. After the first few washes, his hair was smooth, though the dusty polluted Chennai atmosphere spoiled his happiness. After regular use of Dove, his hair fall problem reduced; his shirt collar was happy a bit! He also improved his communication skills and luckily, he got placed in Wipro through Campus Recruitments and his life started to move in positive direction.

He moved to Bangalore in 2009 due to job relocation, and luck favoured him. He lived very close to his office, which actually reduced his travel and exposure to Bangalore pollution and his hair fall reduced; his shirt collar was much happier than before and his heart too! He wrote in his new blog under a pen name, whenever he had time to scribble, without really minding about the grammar; it made him happy.

Dove new dandruff therapy did the trick for him; the awesome product of dove bettered his life. He got the confidence back he had lost in the last few years. He happily clicked his photographs when he roamed around the city with bothering about his shirt collar. And in mid of 2011, he was blessed with Dove Hair Fall Rescue, which made his life shinning, although he felt the scalp more itchy than before – one of the side effects of using it daily. Also, dove was listed as India’s 50 most trusted brands.

In late October 2011, Dove in association with IndiBlogger gave away gift hampers of their New Nourishing Oil Care. It helped him a lot: as the Vita-Oils made his hair smoother, shining and more beautiful than it ever was. He was the happiest person in the world, and he wished to write about his experience with dove, but his inferiority complex did not allow him to write, and he ended up writing a fiction about a newly married couple, which ultimately won hearts! He was about to get engaged, since his father fell ill, it was postponed at first and later called off. Probably, it was the testing period of his life and he indeed succeeded.

He shifted to London because of an onsite opportunity he was suggested for, which was the turning point of his pity life. He was appreciated many times for his efficiency and dedication in his work; also was able to cope up with the way they spoke, and the way he delivered the words, the luck and his talent glued very well! He was lucky to live in a pollution free environment and the dove did the rest – finally, he was able to wear his favourite white coloured shirts after a very long time without worrying about the shirt collar. He captured moments that he enjoyed; his photographs were uploaded on facebook! Even his matrimonial profile rocked! His life changed beautifully, and that was the end of all his inferiority complexes...! Dove nourished his life, because even for men, his pride, his self-confidence, his happiness and his first love is his hair!

He wrote in his diary – “and that was the end of all my hair problems! thank you,"

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The best proof – the blog post with his photographs, which he feared to post before months! That’s what Dove had blessed him – Pride, Confidence and Happiness!

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As Dove says!!!
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He did it, did you?

Disclaimer: This is neither a promotional blog post for Dove nor a product review. This is a write-up revealing about an anonymous soul, whose life was question mark once upon a time, and now it is an exclamation mark! (His sweet and sour memories are being recorded, as he believes that someday, a special girl will walk into his life to colour his life beautifully, and he wants to tell her, what happened in his past!)

This chapter from his diary has been published as a part of IndiBlogger Contest, ‘and that was the end of all my hair problems!’ in association with Dove. Do check out Dove hair-aware app! Also, you can request free sample of Dove’s Nourishing Oil Care Express Treatment Conditioner here. Are you a creative person? Do you know to play with multimedia tools? Submit your Design here. Join the 8.4 million fans here!

Happy Endings! Keep Smiling!

A page from his diary


Even tears could not help him. He knew what he did was right, but he never knew what God did to her. He went through her blog posts and realized that something was wrong. As he suspected she had did that, which his heart could not digest. He became furious and wrote to her about what he found. He was happy because he did not hurt her instead he helped her. He thought she would reply to his email but she didn’t instead, she deployed a play, which furiated him more. He was known for his calmness, his decision-making capability and his life experiences made him better. He stood his heart side, which was against her but when he learnt that she was deadly ill; his heart shattered into pieces, as she is very young and she, God, why did you do this to her? He cursed God and wrote an apology to her, which he only would read, although he didn’t do any mistake. He was done with his apology doc, and he was feeling better; he wished that he should sleep well, at least that night.

His close friend pinged him; gtalk was their way to communicate with each other, they trust each other, although they have never met. He would spend his whole night chatting with her; she too not an exception in that, and they had did that in the past. She was in need of a help, and he couldn’t help, maybe the third time, he could not do what she asked, not sure though! His internet disconnected now and then, which made the conversation dull.

She wanted to know whether he had read her new blog post, which she wrote in remembrance of her last crush. Usually, he read her blog post the moment she published, but that day he missed due to his heavy heart.

She: Why don't you leisure blog? I only see you writing for some contest :-/
He: I've to
She: It's long I've read your poem/haiku.
He: I'm writing something new.
She: New?
He: A new kinda habit, which I lost. Earlier, I used to write poems everyday on word doc but when my laptop crashed; I lost the doc, so I stopped writing.
She: start anew
He: now, I've started, just like diary or notebook, I'm recording my day-to-day activities. I enjoy it.
She: Hmm great!


The internet disconnected again; she got disconnected.

Might be her modem stopped working?

He read her silent words, and he decided to publish that page from his diary in his blog. She was back!

She: Disconnected. Okay.
If you really like a girl, but she ignores you, doesn’t reply to your text msgs or receive your call. What will you do?
He: If I really love her, I will wait for her to turn back and listen to me; how much I missed her when I was alone.
She: Hmm
Do you think one's life alters bcz of this?
He: Yes
She: Sleepy


She left the chat after the usual good night greetings; might be, she still thinks of her last crush. He was not sure.

He wrote what happened that day, after all, he believes that someday, a special girl would come into his life to colour his life beautifully, and he wants to tell her, whatever had happened in his past, and that’s why he keeps recording his past; the sweet and sour memories of an anonymous soul!

Reviewed by Captain Awesome - Someone is Special: he really is!


Someone is special, this is the pen name Saravana Kumar Murugan, our NRI blogger from London, uses to write what his heart yells. And I understood the reason behind this name as soon as I opened his blog. The colourful blog took my heart away at the first look itself. Artistic choice of words and meaningful combination makes this weblog simply awesome.

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But this was not the end of it, when I started reading his posts, this name started to yield more meanings to me, though I have to confess that this young dynamite is much more versed in poetry than prose.

He still needs to learn a few things in that section. So, here is the detailed review of the blog.

My Words:

I’m happy to read your detail review. Overall score of 8 out of 10 is something amazing, Thanks! I can cherish it forever. I’m glad that you love my Artistic choice of labels, theme, music and everything I have designed.

I’m already working on the grammar part, probably, I should rewrite my old posts as well, so that people will not find it irritating. Regarding narration, I felt to the point is the best, may be I should try some dramatic narration as well, which I tried in my post cute tunes. I will surely review my old works and will try to change Archive section as well. Thanks again for your time!

‘Cricket’ bores no one indeed ~ Sweet Memories!





Time can make a person lose his happiness. The happiness that a person get when they play games, hear music or read books. I missed the happiness of playing cricket, which was my day today activity during my school and college days. ‘Cricket’ bored no one indeed. Ten months had gone by! That evening I was lucky to play cricket at Dulwich Sports Ground. It was not easy to bowl, catch, and run all over the ground after a long gap, I did!

We chose to bowl first and I bowled the second over of the match. It was fantastic feeling to bowl after so many months. Six perfect balls strengthened my confidence but the same confidence led to a poor second over, and because of frustration due to dropped catches that added the fuel to the fire.

KV, the sensational fast bowler of the team bowled very well. His seam position, line, and his ball was unplayable, but the opponent team was strong and they smashed our bowlers (other than our star bowler) out of the park and to the boundary now and then, still our classy spinner Rahul took two wickets in two overs. Catches were dropped continuously, some were plum, some were high catches, but none was caught. Finally, I took a forward running catch to dismiss the star batsman of their team and we were back into the game.

We were unable to keep them silent for more than six overs. They once again started to smash our bowlers round the corner of the ground. I was given the authority to bowl the eighteenth over of the match, this time I concentrated more on line and bowled a good over, followed by it; our star bowler bowled a sensational over to restrict them to 153 runs.

It was our turn to smash the ball to the boundary but our openers fell cheap to fantastic swing bowling of Ali. It was then our KV and Arun who made the ship sail smooth. They smashed the bowlers round their corners. I was happy to stand there as umpire. I even judged two close calls perfectly; one was a catch appeal, which was actually from the pads of KV and other was Arun’s run out decision. KV also fell to some fantastic bowling in the ninth over. Rahul, joined the party and smashed the bowlers, but our run-rate was not matching the required rate. And Arun was called back as he crossed the run margin allowed.

Once he was back, the wickets started to fell, Sumit was stumped, Revanth was caught in the deep, and few were clean bowled. I joined Rahul in the 15th over, and he took the lead as he was striking well. I ran double and double, back to back, now and then and lot more risky running to match the required rate. We were progressing well, but finally, Rahul was also called back and the rest fell cheaply leaving me alone.

That's the end to a fantastic cricket match after a long time. I hope that I will continue playing cricket, once I’m back to India. I’m not a great commentator or good at writing about cricket, hope you like this one. Smiles, keep reading my blog posts, if not the new ones, at least the old and gold ones, which are being featured on facebook page.

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The Untold Story - Cinderella, oh Cinderella!


Some people like to sing, some people like to listen to music, some people like to browse web and some people like to read when they are alone. Only few possess the passion to write when they are alone. I’m one amongst those few who love to write a verse or prose even during the transit time. The time that helps us to realize how much we love our dear ones. Sitting alone at the Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport is not at all easy and I can never sit idle.

All of a sudden, my heart asks me, ‘Why not to write about Cindy?’ The answer is what you going to read now. See you at Goa!

Alone in the night, I sing,
Cinderella oh Cinderella; I swing,
The earth or the alcohol, I wonder!
Who that Cinderella is? The number,
My hour hand shows is eleven,
Is she an angel from heaven?

Hello, Hi, Namaste, Vanakkam, Aadab,’ I say. She stares angrily.

I sit next to her and ask, ‘Shall we go to the room?’ She shouts like anything, which no one can understand.

Thank you for your complements! I did not mean that way. It is very cold out here and moreover it is not safe to stay here at this time of the evening.’ I say with a smile.

Night,’ she says irritatingly.
I laugh and say, ‘Yes, baby! Shall we go?

Will you please leave me alone?’ She shouts like a banshee.

This beach is known as Slut’s paradise.’ I say and she shouts like anything, which only God can understand.

Hey chill, chill. I cannot understand your language. Can you please speak in English?

Why should I? Please leave me alone.’ She shouts; this time I can understand her.

I smile and say, ‘Thanks,’ and she smiles.

All men are same; they wait like snakes for the right moment to bite!’ She says with tears in her eyes.

Ufff I agree, but not all! There are some good,’

She shouts before I complete, ‘No one is good. Everyone wants flesh. They cheat badly in the name of love. Actually, they want to try their hands on all the girls they meet in their lifetime.

I can understand your tears,’

I don’t want your sympathy. Will you please leave me alone?’ She says softly with wet eyes.

But your eyes say it all. Tell me your story.

I’ve nothing to say.’ She says with tears continuously rolling down her cheeks.

I stay silent looking into her eyes, which said the untold story of her life!

‘It was not an ordinary day in my life. It shook my confidence. It changed my fate. It had torn my little heart. It made me hate my childhood. When every child said with pride, “Childhood was lovely, I wish I could go back there, I wish time would freeze.” But I think differently. I have no such wish; in fact, I never want to even think of my childhood. My parents had many friends and they would come home now and then. He was one amongst those as old as my mother’s dad; I even called him Papa many times. He was a frequent visitor to my place. When I was 12, my mother was ill; her kidneys had failed. She used to visit the nearby hospital for dialysis. Twice a week, my parents were pretty much gone from home for the whole day. All our close friends knew that Mummy was talking dialysis. One such day, my parents were away and my brother had gone outside to play. That was when he turned up. I was at home, alone. I was wearing a new dress. I was cheerfully decorating the home. Suddenly he came to my place to give a floppy containing my photos, which he had taken. When he came to give it to me, he was drunk. May be floppy was an excuse because things he did to me that day, which should not happen with any child. I cannot say whatever happened that day, but I’d still say that the way he touched me, in so many places like arrows, that even my body gave up. At some point, I started hating everything that was happening in that half an hour or 45 minutes he stayed. It was so uncomfortable for me. I froze completely. Time had stopped. I could not move a muscle not even lift a finger. I stood like a statue, he kept doing what he wanted, and he was without conscience. For about 45 minutes, he went on and then he left. After he left, I realized my lips were swollen and bleeding. That’s really not how a first kiss for any girl, right? And like I said, he is respected and trusted by my family. Every decision was past him. For months, actually for years, I cried because of this incident. After that, I was always trying to escape from him, but I was always running into him. He visited frequently after that incident. I was so angry and vexed. How could men like him? I was just the age of his granddaughter but he.’ She says with tears; by the time, I literally have tears rolling down my cheeks.

But could you tell your parents about him?’ I ask her with eyes puzzled.

No, What if they stopped dialysis?’ She asks.

Ufff,’

The worst part of my life is my childhood days after that I lost the trust I had in men. Also, my parents passed away five years ago in local riots that happened in Mumbai. All I had was my Rahul but he too used me for his sex life. He is married now and I’m left behind alone with tears. That’s why I don’t want to live.’ She cries, I too.

I freeze on hearing her untold story. I am unable to utter any word because her life was cursed. All I want is to color her life beautifully. I hug her saying, ‘Well, I can still see colors in your life. Live your life for you.

She smiles with tears and asks, ‘Will you be my friend?

I too smile with tears – Lifelong friendship starts from that moment as we walk holding each other hand.

PS: The character may sound real but she is not, actually. The paragraph in which the girl narrates about her childhood painful experience was taken from Satyamev Jayate Video to depict how painful child sexual abuse is. PS: There is no point in appealing to support for a social cause because it has to happen on own self interest else it will just be an appeal. Fact: Gandhiji decided to stop saying lie after watching the drama Harichandra. There might be thousand or more watched the same but did they decide to stop saying lie? It is up to the individual to decide, and to create mass awareness. Join hands only if your instinct wishes to. Satyamev Jayate!. Live a life worth a smile in others faces. Thank you!


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This post is part of the contest Ten words to a Story(or Poem).. on WriteUpCafe.com

Blank Pages - Trip to India


When just 48 hours left for my travel, I discovered (really, that’s how it happened; like a discovery!) that my flight was cancelled and I won’t be travelling to my home country. Nothing could be more hurting than this and even tears cannot help. I wrote a status on Facebook expressing my pain and prayed to God. The AIR India strike came to an end and my flight was up. I had no words to thank God and was excited much like a seven year old getting his first video game set. In simple words, “The much excited blank pages of my life!

The worst part of the travel was the transit time in Delhi Indira Gandhi International Airport. That’s when I learnt that the price of TWO IDLI’s (worst ever IDLI's I had in my life) could costs two hundred bucks. ‘Uff, that was terrible!’ Really, I could take all this for that one moment. (To meet my Maa after eight months)

It is really easy to make a nine months old baby smile but it is tough to make it happy and it can happen only when the baby is with the mother.I was HAPPY much like I said above. I met my family! The following days were like seconds to me. I met Bala and spent some time with him. We went to Anna Nagar to meet his friend and to purchase dress for him. The best part was I blessed him during the marriage rituals and what else, “My best friend and my best part of life - Bala is married now…” and I wrote a status on Facebook, “A week has gone by after I landed in Chennai. I've to say that I'm enjoying a lot. The best part of the week was my best friend (Bala) is married now. I did enjoy a lot these two days. Happy!

I bought a domain name for my blog – Few Miles Also, I had received so many encouraging emails, comments and more than 250 shares on social networking sites for my work - “Internet is Lovable Fun. Her love is My Life”, which surprisingly didn’t win. I wrote a status on my Few Miles page – “Sometimes when I lose a contest it hurts a little not because of the prize listed there but because my hard work went in vain :-(” Thanks to Leigh David and Valli for their solacing words. Because I was hurt, I could not post for Lakme Diva contest. :-(

I went to movie with my college friends and had food with them. I was happy! I visited few Temples as well. The most expected part of the trip was meeting bride and it happened on last Monday. I felt that she was not of my type or in better words; I may not fit in her life as her husband. I am happy because I am still single and I can romance with my dream girl, Isha and I will wait for that day when she (dream girl – someone special) walks in to my life to color the way she wishes. I also went to Bangalore to meet my precious roomies and my colleagues as well. I had fun watching the movie - “Kalakalapu”

The best part of the trip was spending time with my nephew Ashik a.k.a Daniel. The way he speaks can steal anyone heart in seconds. All those twelve days, I spent with him was one of the best set of days in my life. Also, I was happy to see Few Miles registering 3,00,000 page views.

The painful part of the trip was travelling back to London and penning this post recalling those sweet memories. “The best way to fill the blank pages of my life!

Did I miss to post something? Pictures?? Here you go..


Blank Pages - Trip to India Slideshow: Saravana’s trip from London to Chennai, Bangalore and back to London was created by TripAdvisor.