Cruel Life

She has always been around me for the last year and a half. And since the time my loved one and my best friend made their absence conspicuous in my life, she has been my sole company ever since. Though during my initial days I used to not quite enjoy her company, over a period of time even without my knowledge she became an integral part of me life. I used to hate having to travel with her every day in the morning and in the evening. Sometimes I used to think of excuses to avoid her. But She slowly crept her way into my life. Very soon I started spending quality time with her, not just at office, even once I reach home I would be all hooked to her. I guess I was getting addicted to her, and today was the day I realized yes, I was addicted to her.


This morning I reached early to office, only to learn to my utter shock and dismay that she is critically ill. I was all getting restless. I contacted my family doctor and informed him about her. By now I had known her complete health history and so I was in a good position to answer most of the doctors queries. The doctor asked me to rush her to his clinic. Seeing my all scared and nervous my collegue cum friend offered to join us. We reached the doctors place. And the doctor took her into the consultation room, and all along I was keeping my fingers crossed and praying for the best.

After a while the attendant came and called me into the consultation room, I walked with shaky feet, mentally preparing myself. She was rite there lying on the bed, but she was sleeping, seemed like the doctor had administered anesthesia to her. She looked all dull and pale.

The doctor put his hand on my shoulder and told me with utter sympathy. “Sorry, Fazal!!!!”

I wanted to cry. By this time my friend came by and held me from behind. I didn’t want to give up. I asked the doctor if I can take her anywhere outside, and if there is something that I could do. He shook his head and said, that it’s not possible for anyone to get her back to normal now.

I sat down at the chair with my hands on head, and looked remorsefully at her. Seeing all the wires that were running through her body I felt miserable. I again looked upto the doctor and asked him, now what?

And that’s when the world came crashing down on me. I cried aloud when the doctor broke the news. In a fit of rage I screamed at him asking “WHAT ABOUT ALL MY DATA!!!!”

Yes, now that he had confirmed that he had to reformat my laptop, what about all my data. All my official work, the thousands of official mail that I had archived, all my personal data, what about it?

Today was the day my dear little Dell Latitude E6400 crashed.

The day I Met Her (Conculding Part)

To read Part1 - Click here


I must have rehearsed my lines a hundred times in front of the mirror last nite. But then today the same lines seemed new to me. The excitement within me was growing, and my body was going cold in anxiety. I no longer needed to close my eyes to get a glimpse of her. She was always on my mind; her pretty face was at all times infront of my eyes.

It was time, the time I had been waiting for the last 27 days had finally arrived. And I wanted to live this moment, for I dint want to be sorry the rest of my life for not having told, what I felt about her. I took a deep breath, and for that one final time I rehearsed my lines. Yes, I was ready. Dressed in my best, wearing my favorite perfume I was exuberating with confidence now. Before I could enter her place, I lifted my feet backward and rubbed my shoes against the back of my trousers for that last bit of detail.

I gently leant towards my left trying to peep through the large glass pane to see if she was around. And the moment I found her, I could feel the blood rush through my feet, as if telling me to run away from that place as fast as I could. But no, this time my heart was in control my body, not my mind. I listened to my heart, and gently opened the door and entered her place.
My eyes were affixed on her. She looked even more beautiful this evening. Dressed in bright red, with her hair neatly falling behind her back, she looked like a girl who had just straight walked out of my dreams infront of my eyes. I looked at her, as her hair strands fell over her eyes as she was deeply engraved in her work. I was hoping for the time to freeze, as I had to this date never lived a moment as beautiful as this.

But what you wish is not what you always get in life, no sooner did her hair fall over her eyes, she lifted her head sideways tossing her hair backwards gently, our eyes met. And there was a bright sparkle in her eyes. Our eyes stayed locked at each other for a while, and this time I smiled first. She smiled back with gently dropped her eyes. I just missed my heart beat. Or was it because her heart had started beating for me?
As I started walking towards her, I kept my eyes affixed on her while she kept stealing silent glances. The world around me and the voices around me seemed to be growing faint, and all I could now hear was my heart pounding loud and fast. On a normal day I would ve died of stroke, but today I had a reason to live, and nothing could come my way. She was all that I wanted in life.

There I was right infront of her, with less than an arms distance separating the two, any further and I am sure she would ve heard my heard pounding as well. As she stayed seated, I bent forward to speak to her. She looked up towards me and in her charming voice greeted me. I greeted her back and stretched my arms on her table to lean against the table as our eyes continued to be lost in each other. She smiled in expectation looking deep into my eyes, hoping I would say something. I was awestruck at this beautiful woman in front of my eyes, and I had forgotten all my lines. All I knew was that this is reality, and my dream is on the verge of coming true.

Having given me enough time to speak and seeing my lost, she must have grown impatient. She asked me to take a seat. I sat down infront of her trying to comfort and regain my conscious.
While different thoughts kept racing in my mind trying to find their way out through my voice box, there was one strong though that told me, “Fazal, this is not your cup of tea, better ask her number and lets take thing slowly. This is not the place.” Just as I was about to phrase my sentence, she asked me for my cell number!!!. I thought it was my mind visualizing my phrase in her voice. And instantly I repeated the same line to her. She gave me a shocked reaction, and seeing her reaction my feet went cold.
She smiled this time, nodding her head sideways and told me that she was sorry. She smiled and asked me why don’t I give her my number. Like the most obedient person in the world, I gave her my number. And every time our eyes met, I stammered and at one stage I forgot my own number.

I was beginning to feel the heat and my sweat glands began to pour. She must have felt the heat too, as now I found her hands trembling as she was keying in my number. Her voice trembled as she asked me for my name. trying to comfort her I replied back in a soft voice, but that sound that came out of body I guess never made contact with the air around me. She looked at me waiting for me to tell my name. This time though I was loud, and she for a moment silent.

She asked me If I would like to make the payment by Cash/Card?
Yes, this is when the hard reality set in. It was time for me to pay my mobile bill, and walk out, and wait for my next bill so that I could meet her yet again.

The day I met her (Part1)

The time that I had been waiting for had finally arrived. I was all excited in anticipation. Seeing me animated everyone at office sure sensed there was something special about this day. I had a tough time trying to dodge all the questions that kept coming my way all through the day while I was at office. There were already various stories doing the rounds, and I just turned a deaf ear as I was too occupied with just one thought. I kept looking at my watch with desperation as the wait was intriguing. Work no longer seemed important to me, I didn’t know what I was doing as my mind was too occupied.

Today was the day I get to meet her again. It’s been a while since I last met her. 27 days to be precise. I remember the number of days so well, as that was the first time the two of us had spoken. We didn’t speak for long then, may be because it was my first time. I was all scared and sweating, unlike her who was very calm and composed. It’s like it all happened just yesterday, I still remember everything about that day when we spoke first. I guess it would be more appropriate to say the day "She" spoke first. The two of us had met each other on numerous occasions before, but every time the only things that we exchanged were glances. Though I have always wanted to speak to her, I never managed to gather the courage to walk upto her and speak. But last time around, things were different. It was like the heavens had conspired to melt the ice between us, and bring us together. Everything just happened out of the blue that evening.

I had after a lot of pep talk to myself, garnered the courage to walk upto her, but I didn’t know what to speak as I was struggling to stand firm on my feet which was trembling in the just melted ice. My tongue too had fallen cold just like my feet.

Seeing me infront of her, she gently lifted her head and that’s when our eyes met each others for more than a fraction of a minute. She in her elegant best batted her eye lids while I was just not able to take my eyes of her striking eyes that were all appealing in the thick mascara that she applied. Hoping that I would have taken my eyes off her, she looked up again but this time the moment our eyes met, I looked down trying to not make it obvious.

Seeing my discomfort and trying to ease the situation around us, she in her charming voice told me a “Hi!”. I was knocked out of words, as I desperately tried digging deep into my vocabulary so that I could find an apt reply to the most beautiful word that I had ever heard. As her voice kept resonating in my ears, I was lost in the midst of the crowd that surrounded us.

Finally when my mind concluded the most apt reply to what she just said was a “hello!”, her friend just dropped in and pulled her away. I looked helplessly like a young child who was lost in the street. As she was being pulled away by her friend, she reached out her hand towards me as if asking me to hold her back. Our eyes stayed affixed at each other, and very soon I lost sight of her, as she walked away into the crowd.

I did physically walk out of that place that evening, but my thoughts forever lingered around that place. The best moment of my life didn’t last long. But then today the time has come for me to set right things, to put things to prospect. And so I was all excited in anticipation.

Read the Concluding Part

Thought

" If you have the Audacity to take credit for the work that I do, then have the courage to take up the responsibility when something goes wrong! If you cannot, then STOP asking me for help!!!!

HUH!!! I SO Hate such people @ work."

My lucky Number

The number “9” has always been very luck for me. Not jus’ because I was born on the 18th and 18 numerological adds up to number 9. But somehow over the years events have reinforced the thought that indeed the number “9” is very special and luck for me.

And so I have always had this strange intuition that when I turn 27(2+7=9), that year would be the year when some real good things will happen in my life, and I want this year to go down as an eventful year in my life. And so far things have just been perfect.

Early April/May was the time I struck gold, it was a double bonanza at work, and bound by terms of confidentiality I cannot disclose the incident here. And then it was my promotion which really caught me by surprise and my joy knew no bound. And if all that was not enough to keep me in air, today I get a mail asking me to be present for an event in the company happening tomorrow, and when I read the reason why? I was ecstatic. Guess what? I just won the “Best Outstanding Performer of the Year” Award. If you personally ask me the reason, I am sure it is because I have been away (standing outside) from my company for the last one year. The spirit dampener though, I will not be able to make it to event. I tried my luck by mailing my HR Manager and asking her if she could arrange my return tickets to Bangalore for the event. She laughed away at my genuine request. HMMH!!!

I hope and pray this year continues to be a lucky year for me, and my lucky number 9 colludes to bring in more good news along the way.

My moments of joy @ work

Good news that comes completely out of the blue always brings with it a whole lot of excitement and joy. Yesterday was one such day for me, where in I was excited and all elated, but staying in a foreign land I didn’t have anyone with whom I could share my joy right away. And I was getting restless to tell someone. And all I did in that excitement was send a mail to my manager asking if the news was rite!!!

Yesterday was the day I got promoted. My 4^th back to back promotion in less than 5 years. This was something that I NEVER expected, and so that makes me all the more excited. And the feeling is a great one.

Come September 1st, I am officially a team lead. God alone save my team.

Happens only with fazal

A foodie only needs a reason to eat out, and today was one such day where the foodie in me got a reason to have a good time along with friends. We went to a leading restaurant in Bangalore for lunch today. We were 5 of us. We selected our choice of buffet and as were waiting for our food, my other three friends stepped out to wash their hands.

In the mean time, as I and my other friend were chatting the waiter came by with a bottle of mineral water and stood beside my friend. He asked us if he could serve us the water? Trying to be cost conscious I told him very politely that we prefer the “Regular Water.”

The waiter smiled, and walked towards me, making sure the lady seated next to me does not hear what he had to say, he came across to my left, and in a very low tone told me, “Sir, this is complementary.”

I gave him that stupid smile of mine not knowing how to react. But I was sure impressed by his presence of mind, and the extra care he took to make sure he does not belittle me in front of a pretty lady. But it’s a different thing that we laughed our hearts out when I told the incidence to everyone once all were back.

To my friend on friendship Day

Call it a coincidence or accident, but it had to happen on this very day when the world celebrates “Friendship Day”. I was searching for something in my wardrobe and I happened to stumble upon a small gift box. Curious to know what was in it, I opened it and it was a mixed emotion when I saw the contents of the box. What was in the box? A friendship band and one small tiny book. Gifted, na given (friends don’t gift, friends only give) to me by my only friend, who has always been and will till eternity be my only treasured friend. Someone who knew me like no one else.

As I read through the pages in the book, the last page made me pause.

It read “friendship is something that we need all the time”. Yes “All the Time”… We don’t get to meet or talk any more. But I know you are around there somewhere all the time for me. Miss you ma friend. Wish you were around. Life has never been the same without you.

Wishing you a “Happy Friendship Day”...

Thought

From experience I realize that I learn nothing from experience

Its not that..

It’s not that I have forgotten to smile,
It’s just that you were the one who always made me smile.
It’s not that my eyes fail to see others,
It’s just that you are the only person my eyes forever wants to see.
It’s not that my ears cannot hear what others say,
It’s just that they long to hear your voice.
It’s not that I have forgotten to stand on my feet,
It’s just that you were my only support.
It’s not that I have forgotten to love,
It’s just that you are the only one that I always loved.
It’s not that I have forgotten to live,
It’s just that you were my reason to live.

It happens only with Fazal

The best of fazal always comes when he is left to himself, all alone. This is what happened yesterday.

Being a Sunday I thought I will just roam around in the city, and my friend wanted some electronic gadgets, so thought would enquire about them as well. So I went down to the hotel concierge in the morning and booked a limo to the city. As I was sure I had to take a taxi on the way back to the hotel, I asked the guy at the concierge as to how much would be the taxi fare. He told me around 70RM to 80RM.

Then while I was in the hotel limo on the way to the city, I asked the limo guy to double check on the taxi fare. I didn want to be cheated by the taxi guys. He told me the taxi guy should charge me around 70RM.

I was happy to hear that. As I had just done my homework I was all prepared.

So after having spent the good part of the day roaming around KL, and having done some shopping I was all ready to head back. I wave my hand at one of the taxis. I tell him the destination(My Hotel). He says yes instantly. To act smart, just to let the taxi driver know that he cannot fool me, I ask him what would be the approximate fair. The taxi guy said he had no clue as he is driving to this place for the first time. He asked me how much would I give.

Instantly I felt proud of myself cos I expected this situation, I with lotta attitude told the driver I will NOT give anything more than 60RM. Cos i quoted a full 10RM less (than the fare I was told by my sources), i thought he would bargain. But may be he felt he cannot cheat me, and so He said okay, and agreed that he will put the meter and he would not charge me anything more than that.

And so started my journey. All along I was praising myself for my smartness, and how I didn let someone cheat me. And as to how easy things are in life, provided you do some homework before you head somewhere.

So we finally reached the hotel lobby, the taxi guy stops the meter and looks back at me.

And I am sure that look on my face must have been priceless.

The meter fare – 28RM.

After 2 months

I never realized that someone ACTUALLY reads my blogs!!! I was in for a shock when I received a mail the other day, where in my friend(who claims to be an avid reader of my blog) left me a note saying how much that person was missing my blogs.
It didn't surprise me a bit, it was an insane mail, from a person who had lost sanity thanks to my blogs. But what that mail also did was it reminded me of the fact that I ve a BLOG!!!

Its been very hectic last couple of months. Thanks to all the work at office, the last few months I ve spent in social exile(Read online exile). To me social life is all on the web. To add to my woes, Thanks to all the developments in the recent past, what few friends I had, are now busy with their would be wives. So I dont even have a friend circle with whom I can hang around. It's time to start friend hunting now. If anyone reading this blog is interested, you can please apply at your own risk. Chances are if you are not married, you will sure increase your chances of getting married earlier once you meet me.

Not very sure what to blog, guess its the so called bloggers block. Now that I am again away from home, all alone in a lonely country for two weeks, I am sure I should start finding time for myself.

Expectations!

If fazal were to define the word “Expectation’ it would be –“The single largest root cause of all the misery in the world.”

Over the past few days I have been quite upset with myself, things and people around me. And one thing leads to another and before I even realize what is happening with me, things just start to get all the more worse. And then I am left to brood over as to why I keep finding myself in the same trench time and again.

And unlike the long hours we spend in meeting rooms to brainstorm the root causes of project failures and represent the causes in a form of a fishbone diagram, it hardly even took me a minute to realize why was everything going wrong in my case. All I had to do was put the different events in context. Very soon I could see a definite fish skeleton building up, and the skeleton had only one bone with only one word ‘EXPECTATIONS’.

The irony in this case, is not that I am failing to live up to my expectations. Was that the case, I could ve sure set some realistic expectation, and tried to be contend by being a low achiever and thereby saving myself of all those unmemorable moments in life.

Sometimes I am not sure if it is just me, or is it me just being overtly human? I really expect a lot from people around me. I use the phrase “a lot” not cos what I expect is really a lot, but because no one even comes anywhere close to it. These are the smallest of things, the simplest of things.

“It’s better to live life in hopes, as hopes never die. But never live life in expectations, as expectations often fail you, and when they fail, life seems to come to end, as it goes the extra mile to kill all your hopes as well’

thank you

As this day makes its way into the history pages of my life, it surely does deserve some space on my blog too.

For some reason my last few b'day eves have always been days when I ve always been in a real bad mood. This b'day eve was no different. I was sure in a real bad mood whole day, thanks to a few events which have been transpiring over the last few weeks.
The good/bad thing about me, when I am really upset I don't really speak to anyone. I try to dig it deep within myself. And yesterday as I was trying to run away from my stream of thoughts which have been eating away into all my brain time, I hit bed early last nite to make sure I don’t over clock my system. I was not at all curios or looking forward to attend any mid night bday calls. So as I was tossing and turning around in my bed, my mobile beeped at sharp 00:00hrs and my room lit up bright with my mobile’s display.

I reached out to read the message………………
It was a cute message, an elephant walking right out of the display towards me.. An elephant who had traveled all the distance to wish me.

This post is to thank my most dear and near friend, “an elephant” whom I lost in this cruel journey called “Life”. Hoping someday we ll meet again…. You simply made my day.

And hey, I got the gift you sent me too… :) My most cherished collection… “Armani”….

Truly fazal

Scene : Flight MH 192, must be somewhere over the Bay of Bengal

Fazal is already irritated as he is seated on a seat just in front of the emergency exit, and this seat has less leg room, and to make matters worse, it has no seat recline. And his request for a change of seat was not honoured as the flight supposedly was running full capacity.

Flight Attendant Comes around Serving Dinner
FA : Sir, I ve Rice with Chicken and Vegetarian Meal, what would you like to have?
fzl : Rice with Chicken Please
(FA Pulls out a sheet of paper, and glances through the list.)
FA : Sir, are you Mr. CHHEEENDAKATH?
fzl : That's Ceendatkath, Yes, Its Me.
FA: Oh, Sorry Sir. You ve Ordered for a Hindu Meal.
fzl : ???? (WHAT)
FA : Sir, here is your meal. (Serves the meal in front of me)
fzl : I want Rice with Chicken and not this!!!!
FA : Sir, but this is your order, and it's been specially made for you.
fzl : I never made any food preference.
FA : Sir, you must ve done it during your flight reservation
fzl : (Huh!!! My Travel Agent!!! I will kill him)
fzl : But I don't eat Vegetarian(YES!!! I don't eat), I need Rice with Chicken!!!

(FA gives fazal, are you traveling for the first time on a flight kinda look. Given a chance she would have rolled up the paper in her hand and hit fazal a 100 times with it)

FA : Sir, this IS Non-Veg Meal, But Indian Style!!!
fzl : what? A Hindu Meal is Non-Veg Meal?
FA : Yes!!!

Happy Birthday To You...

It's time to Celebrate your birthday, and so here is wishing you All fools a "Happy Fool's Day"
Many might wonder what is the above picture got to do with this post? Haha...
Well, that's the April 1st surprise!!!! Keep Guessing.

My Weekend

Its been a relaxing weekend, where in I got to unwind myself from my usual life chores. Now that all my other colleagues had gone back, I was left all alone to the mercy of my own boring company.
And here are a few incidents that happened over this weekend.

First it was @ the breakfast room yesterday. I had ordered for some fresh Roti's to be made for me, and while I was waiting a lady walks towards me and asks me if she was in the queue? I smiled and said "No". As she stood next to me to wait for her turn, she slowly began to lean towards me and got her head close to my ears and whispered, and I quote "I feel really happy, when I see men doing all things women ought to be doing".
I burst out laughing, she was referring to the chef who was a guy. Shows how much women hate men.

For my long stay @ the hotel, the hotel guest relationship manager sends me a Greeting Card, a box of chocolates, some cookies and one pastry with her business card saying I could contact her for any help. That sure was a nice way to make your guests special. Cheerz to Marriott.

I have to this date never shopped alone. Yesterday was my first time. And to add to my adventure I was out shopping for a ladies handbag. I almost walked around the whole mall and visited almost all stores which sold handbags. At most of the stores I got a warm welcome. May be because I was the only guy entering all these stores. I sure felt out of place at times. Then finally I got to this big branded store who had some nice collection. After spending sometime I zeroed in on two handbags. And there was a sales girl standing there, and I asked her if she had any different colors for the models I choose. She showed me all the choices I had. And in no time she realized I was confused. She then told me that there was a mirror in front and I could try how it would look.

I thought for a moment, and then didn like the idea of me standing infront of the mirror with handbags and posing. So I smiled when I got a wicked thought. I asked her if she could help me by putting on the handbags. To my relief she happily volunteered and posed for me with the different handbags. And finally on seeing me confised she herself helped me made a choice. She knew what I liked, and she said " I like this too".
My problem was solved. As she packed the bag and handed over to me, she asked me"For your girlfriend,la"?(Dont ask me what is "la". That's a common usage in Malaysia). I just smiled. She then went on to say "She is a very lucky girl".
And then out of the blue I had to say "Yes, she is! She is happily married to a smarter guy."

It took her a while to understand what I said. Then trying to change the topic, she quickly said, "You are a good guy,la"(La again!!!). "Bag for your sister?" I gave her a how do you know I have a sister kind of look. She pointed at the baby dress I was holding in my hand.( I had done some shopping for my niece.) And then she walked me to the counter, waited till I got the items billed, and then walked me out. Shopping for the first time alone was sure a memorable experience.

My life is nothing without you

As the sun begins to go down,
I settle on my bed with a mourn.
With a silence that is so coy,
I look at the dark night sky.

I saw a million beautiful stars that lit bright in the dark,
And I wondered why is my life still so dark?
I tried to clinch my eyes with my arms,
When I felt my life is in qualms.

And then I felt a star shining on me,
I open my eyes, and I see a picture of you.
The gloom around begins to drown,
When I see your pretty face brown.

I missed those days when my life was all hay,
While you were in my arms all day.
I missed those days when I was in love,
While you were the only one I truly loved.

-fzl

Fuzzy Nigam

I have never done something as Crazy as this before. But I truly enjoyed the stupid moments I lived.
Welcome to fuzzy's funny videos

You Again.

I saw her today, walking by the street; my eyes could not believe the treat.
My heart began to race, the moment I caught a glimpse of her face.
I heard my heart pounding; I could feel my feet thumping.
I raced against time, hoping I would catch her in time.
I reached out my arms, hoping to grab her in my arms.
I hit hard against the glass, and alas.
I realized we live in two separate worlds.

-fzl

Its always you

Its one of those days again, When my heart longs in pain.
Your thoughts are never new to life, for they are ever rife.
I feel your absence in life’s every essence.
I long for your presence in every sense.
Your thoughts make my heart bloom, but your absence puts me in gloom.
I thought I would forget you one day,
but each passing day I know that day is still far away.
My life is sure mortal, but your memories in my heart, immortal.
I ll sure die one day, but my love for you will forever live this way.

-fzl

Sometimes it's just not your hour

It was time for me to do some shopping for my trip, and so on my way back home yesterday I stopped over at this supermarket.
I picked a shopping basket and moved in. I was trying to reach out one particular product, and I don’t really know what went wrong, the moment I pulled out the product I was looking for, the entire stock kept at that section came crashing down on the floor in a flash. By the very look of it, I was sure the items must been stacked on the rack just a while ago, as everything was tightly crammed in the rack.
The lady at the section came running, and even before she could think of saying anything, I told her what had happened, and didn’t sound guilty about it. Of course it was not my fault. She remorsefully told me that the items had just been arranged a couple of minutes back, and all her hard work was in vain.
Now I had to put up that sorry face.
Trying not to stay around for long, I just turned around and I could hear the next set of items rolling down on the floor. Not again. This time as it was not me, it was my backpack. But the lady around was still the same. This time around to play safe, I instantly apologized to her.
She shook her head in disdain.
I quickly moved out of that section, and moved to pick some other items. I don’t know if it was that lady or the place or that hour, but something was sure jinxed. I HAD to. But luckily this time around it was not as bad as the previous two times. But I did manage to drop a few packets of coffee powder on to the floor. And as I was hoping it goes unobserved, what do I see behind me? The same lady. Even before I could say something this time, she very politely told me “Sir, Let me help you please". And after that she helped me pick the rest of the items that I wanted.


It was really not my hour. Or was it that lady at the supermarket having a bad day?

Happy V-Day

Don't let today be the only day in your life to show that you love. Life is never about one day or one night. And they say true love is eternal. So make use of every moment and every opportunity to let that someone special know how much they mean to you.
Very few are blessed to fall in love, even fewer stay in love, and only a handful make it last.

So go ahead, add a meaning, add a purpose to your life. We all need someone who loves us, we all need someone whom we can lean on. Remember, to express what you feel. Its only when you fail to express, things go wrong. Today is one such day to express your love. So go ahead. Here is wishing all the couples a Happy Valentines Day.

Making People Famous

Famous people make you famous.
So now here is the good part of being associated with fazal.
Just go to google, type your name space fazalc and search. See the results.
ex : Aman fazalc

Note: Please type your name they way I address you. Not your full names..

“Hubbies are 'clueless' on facts about wives“

Slow Down, slow down!!! It's not about what you think. I too was taken for a ride by the topic. And after i read the research piece, I thought may be i too must use the same headline to gather interest.
I found this interesting bit of research piece on the web. It read “Hubbies are 'clueless' on facts about wives“. Curious just like the rest of you, to know what those facts are, there I was reading the piece of article the next minute. To sum up the article, it spoke of the Top five things men don't know about their partner: And the top 5 were

1. What perfume they wear
2. Clothes size
3. Eye colour
4. Date of birth
5. Natural hair colour

And after having read the entire piece of article, I was like "Now what is so shocking about it?" I am sure even most the women/girls ll find themselves baffled about these top 5 facts or should I call them myth.

What perfumes they wear?
Every time a girl walks past me, or I sit with some girl I am always so confused. I am a diehard fan of perfumes. I LOVE perfumes. I have a mini perfume store at home. I have a craze for it. To me you don’t wear a perfume; your perfume is your individuality. So when I am with a girl and I am not able to differentiate between the scent of her perfumes, her creams, her deo’s, and her sun screens, I am SO lost. And I am sure considering the amount of variables that go into a ladies makeup, she herself ll not be able to distinguish. So why blame the poor guy?

Natural hair Color?
The only time a guy can be sure about a girls/women’s hair color is when he sees a women/girl with grey hair. And I am sure we men will always remember the natural color. From Ebony, to blond, burgundy, copper, henna red, dark ash to chestnut to Swedish.. I don’t even know if the set is a finite or is it an infinite set. A girls hair color changes so frequently that I am sure ask a girl after a few years and she herself won’t remember what was her natural hair color.

Clothes size?
Haha. Go out shopping with a girl and you ll know why I laugh? She ll pick a size silently for her, and then she ll step out of the trail room and then come to you, and say “The dress is too big isn’t it”? And even before you can nod your head, there she would be trying all possible sizes that she would ve tried once upon a time during her childhood days and she would finally squeeze into something which sure defies the ratio of proportion. So, does the poor female soul herself know her dress size?

Eye Color?
Thanks to contact lens these days, there is no way a guy can tell the natural color of a girl’s eyes. A smart guy like me ll be able to tell when a girl is wearing a contact lens. There is an easy give away. You ll just need to look hard into her eyes; make sure you don’t get lost in them.. Thanks to someone special who thought me this.

Date Of Birth?
I have always been taught from the day I was born to never ask a girls age. So I dare not ask a girl, her date of birth.

So to conclude, all women are equally clueless about the 5 myths stated above. May be God himself. To put it in a larger context, the very creation called women is something I am sure we men will never understand. We can at best only admire them. There is always something new about the women we always think we know. And maybe that’s what keeps us interested in them. After all we all like changing seasons don’t we.

Why?

There is something wrong with me.
My Blog is silently becoming my most trusted companion.
Else
Why would I keep reading my own blog time and again when I feel bored?
Why would I read my blog when I miss someone?
Why would I end up reading my blog when I feel lonely?

I guess I am in Love with my blog :)

Priceless

It happened this morning.

I get into the hotel lift from my floor and am on my way down to the lobby. There was this girl also in the lift along with me. On an intermediate floor, two people hopped in and instantly struck a conversation with me. We were two foreigners in a foreign land.

Just as were about to get off the lift, the man turns around and tells “Nice pair, enjoy your honeymoon, have fun”.

I look around and I have no words to describe the look on the girls face. Simply priceless!!!