An extract from My Diary -Friday, October 09, 1998:
While on a routine walk in the Pariavaran Park in the evening yesterday, came across a couple roaming with hankering for some shed or the other for romance but wearing an expression of disappointment for want of it. Lady of the man, though looking married, didn’t appear to be his wife. Explaining the circumstances for his abruptly leaving his main place of work (State Bank Employees School) today morning, gardener Rambabu told me in the evening that he had to rush to a cousin of his at Kalyanpur whose wife committed suicide for the reason that her husband had illicit relations with her own married sister and that both of them were missing for several days. Nothing like any tangible corelation between the two but both the occurrences when read together give a different picture, a painful one -the woman committing suicide has two issues to survive. As it reads on the face of it, the couple so roaming in the park with a hide and seek gesture was the one involved in the episode. Strange are the limits of romance.
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A thriller, it looks tobe quite entertaining to me and frightening too in the meantime.I feel like going through the entire series. Not adept at photography, I feel like it is worth if followed up with a system.
Looks so interesting, ofcourse apparently. Rosy initially, it all goes so nightmarish that one feels like getting back to where he was at the start. Promoters all over the world are no doubt so generous to come out with numerous plans every now and then and obviously there are many who are lucky enough to make out substantially out of it but there is equally a number of people who are just unable to get a take off even. I don’t think it is entirely the promoters to blame -the handicap lies with the bloggers themselves as they are unable to pickup the real threads. It sounds like a mystery that no sooner one is able to pickup some thing by way of good blogging, he/she lands at a place which is nothing more than a vacuum. Difficult to say as to fault lies with whom. I am the one never so lucky to land to a satiable point on blogging on the very face of the fact that I have been all dead set with ample aptitude to writing. I don’t believe, nor I like it, in loose literature but it appears that what is more in demand is some thing that appeals to people more and what appeals to people more can’t just afford to be a sober topic. You talk of entertainers, actors, dancers, glamour -it is all OK but the moment you try to stick to something otherwise, you are rejected otherwise. Possibly that is the way the occur. No point in blaming any one.