TAGGED!

Arasi tagged me, actually she has this huge crush on me so she wanted to know me better and this tag might be really helpful for her... (:P just kidding...). Anyways, thanks ma'am for tagging me. Here are the instructions to be followed:

In the 8 Facts about Yourself, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. Then at the end you tag at least 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Here are the rules.

RULES:
* Each blogger must post these rules first.
* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.****

So, here are the 8 facts about me...

1. I wake up just before the alarm starts yelling!!
2. I kissed a girl (who's not related to me in anyway...)
3. I forget names easily.
4. I love to learn things myself.
5. I predict my grades (which is 98% accurate) after I come out of the exam hall.
6. I easily get bored.
7. I'm lazy depending on my mood.
8. I love to preach but I hate to be on the receiving end of it.
...

I tag:
kavitha , gayathri , maru , saty, sravs , sajesh , sindhu , krithika ....

Whodunit? - retold part 1

"Dad... when is the train?," I asked checking the reservation ticket which was on the dining table. Mom and dad are going to Tirupathi to attend my cousin's marriage. I had my final year project seminar day after tomorrow, so I wasn't going with them. "It's at 5:30 pm", replied dad who was reading the newspaper in the living room.

"Sindhu... come here...", mom shouted from the kitchen.
"Yea.. mom?", I said entering the kitchen.
"Why don't you go to Neelima's house instead as she isn't coming to stay with you..."
"I will go tomorrow morning mom, I have to prepare slides for the presentation..."
"Ok..."

Mom and dad left in the evening and I left to Prasad's Imax for evening show with neelima. After the show Neelima dropped me at my apartment. I wished her goodnight and went into my apartment.

It was eleven in the night, I was very sleepy had no mood to sit and prepare slides. I heard sounds coming from the upper flat, out of curious I peeked out of my flat to see what’s happening there. I saw Mr.Kapoor’s flat door ajar, I went inside and hid myself behind the curtains. I saw a man in mask stabbing Mrs.Kapoor, I slowly took out my mobile and took pictures of this man. while I was slipping out of the flat man noticed me. I was so terrified that I just ran from there and stopped at the police station.

As soon as the Sub-Inspector came to know about the murder from he sent in task force to my apartment and he informed the news to the Inspector. ..

Inspector Ram came in at 12am. He came and shook hands with me.

"Hello sindhu, I'm Ram"
"Hello sir..."
"Are you ok now?"
"Yea, I guess so..."
"Well, I just got a call saying that there's no sign of any murder in that flat..."



.........to be continued

missing the niche'

Couple of years ago what made me start a blog is missing these days. Or I should be saying that craze. passion and patience which were the niche for a blog has been in deficit levels of late.

The fraternity to which I belong in this blogsville has gone to sudden lull. The blog socialisation has come down drastically. Once it used be a carnival in the comment boxes, these days they are left dry with a random one or two comments here and there.

It's not the creativity that went down just that the time parameter has been main culprit here, was blogging just a fad?? I hope not....