Childhood is a great experience. While you’re growing up you will never know how cool and awesome it is. You will know it only when you’re hurrying off to work and sit down in your office seat, dripping sweat from your forehead, that it was one of the best phases of your life.
The same thing happened with me as I was pushed back into one of the proudest moments of my life, when someone asked me “Do you smoke?”
My mom was getting me ready to send me off to school. I was 13 and It was my first day of high school. My mom was fixing my tie as I saw my dad enter through his shop. We had a shop that led directly into our home. I saw my dad was smoking. He picked something heavy with both of his hands and was balancing a cigarette on one of his lips at the same time.
I heard my mom say… “Now you are big boy Thousif. There will be ‘friends’ who will teach you things that are not good.”
“Hmm..” I murmured as I continued seeing my dad do the balancing act and go into the shop. My eyes followed him the whole time.
My mom continued “You should be aware that, there are bad things that you should not try.”
“Like what?” I asked.
My dad entered to pick something again. My mom looked towards my dad, “Like smoking” she said
My dad turned around. He was in one of his moods, but I could see a sort of helplessness in his eyes which said ‘I am addicted to this son and I can’t help it’.
“So I shouldn’t smoke if my friends ask me to, is that what you’re saying?” I asked
“Yes” she replied “Smoking is a very bad habit, it ruins your lungs, health and most importantly your life” she said curtly, looking at my dad.
I innocently turned my eyes towards my dad, “but why shouldn’t I mom?...” I said “Dad smokes!
My mother was surprised at my retort. “Well…” she said “I have no answer for that”. She looked at my father “Why don’t you ask your dad if he has one?” she said, smiling an oh-you-are-in-trouble-now-daddy smile.
My dad just stood there, stunned by what I had said. The cigarette he was balancing on his lips fell to the ground. He quickly stomped on it. He looked at me and calmly came towards me.
‘Oh man.I am gonna get spanked’ I thought. I saw my dad come near me and sit on his knees. He looked into my hands, held my hands and asked me “If I stop smoking from tomorrow, will you promise me that you will never smoke in your entire life?”
From the time that I had seen my dad as a child, he had been a chain smoker. Having his own shop was an added incentive to his habit. He would smoke up to 3 packets of cigarettes a day. One after the other, one after the other; It never stopped.
All the while I had watched him, I wanted get rid of his habit. My mom always used to show me pics about what horrible things smoking cigarettes could lead to, and say “Stay away from cigarettes”. And whenever I saw them, I wanted to make my dad stop smoking cigarettes. ‘If I could just get him to quit’ I used to think, ‘If i could just…’, and lo here was the chance.
I met his eyes and said “No dad. If you stop smoking from tomorrow, I will never smoke in my entire life.”
My dad looked into my eyes, ruffled my hair and said “Ok, why tomorrow! I am quitting cigarettes right now!”
I turned towards my mom and saw the look in her eyes. It was like I had done the impossible. She had asked my dad to quit many times, but he hadn’t. It’s not like he hadn’t tried. He’d quit for a couple of months and then start up again. You can exactly blame him. He had the poison right in front of him every day, and he just had to smoke.
I saw my dad after that day. He struggled. The initial days when you quit smoking after having smoked for like 20 years is never-wracking. It’s not like doing drugs, but its close. I saw him every day and he never put another cigarette on his lips.
As I was growing up, I had many instances where my friends forced me to smoke. Seeing that I had a shop which sold cigarettes, they all wanted me to start smoking and be their supplier. But I didn’t.
It was tough. Every day I used to be around cigarettes, and seeing my friends smoke and say it was amazing to smoke, I wanted to try too. I was made fun of, bullied and made to feel that I was missing out on something great. Some days I was so frustrated that I used to take a cigarette and keep it on my lips and suck the air through the cigarette, just the air. I wanted to see what the fuss was all about; but I never lit one and smoked.
As I grew up, each time a ‘friend’ asked me “Do you smoke?” it used to remind me of that time, and that promise my dad made and kept.
It has been 13 years since my dad quit smoking and each time anyone asks me the question, I say “No. Never have, never will”.
Every time a conversation about smoking comes my way, I am reminded of that promise. I say to myself. “My dad left smoking cigarettes for me. He could have said I won’t stop, but he did. He kept a promise made to his son, and I will keep the promise I made to my dad”.
It has been 13 years and both of us haven’t smoked a cigarette. I could say it is because of that promise, but what I see is love. Our love and respect for each other has made us stray away from a dangerous habit.
I see my dad now and feel proud. My dad sees me and he feels proud. That moment in my childhood was 100% real. It taught me that parents can do anything for a child and if children try, they can do anything for their parents. It might be a small thing, but for me it means a lot. It made me see my dad as a entirely new person. It made us a family; a loving, caring and 100% real family.
One of the values kids are taught at a young age is to tell the truth. The same was with my family. My mom was very strict about me and my sister telling truth. She used to say, “No matter what you have done, always tell the truth. It is much easier and it’s always, always the better option.”
In my childhood I was naughty kid. I used to get into trouble every day. As I started growing up, it continued, but the naughty turned into something else when I saw kids at my school wear new clothes, buy new things.
Every time I used to see my friend buy new things I wanted it. It wasn’t like I was obsessed about it, but I wanted it. What I dint know at that time is that there was one thing that would grow into an obsession.
It was the year 2000 and computer games had just made its way into my small hometown of Coorg, Madikeri. Everybody was playing. Kids, adults, you name it they were playing it. I so, so, so wanted to play them as everyone in our school was describing how amazing it was.
I had just passed out my junior high and entered my high school. My dad had given me 20 bucks on passing the exams. I took the money and ran to the cyber café to play the games with my friends.
I dint know squat about computer games. My friends cheated and played with my money for 2 hours, leaving me bitterly angry and unsatisfied. I said to myself, ‘I will play games all by myself without anybody’s help’, and that’s what I exactly did. The feeling I used to get when I played the games was amazing. Just like the feeling I used to get when i drank juice made from Kissan squashes; 100% real and amazing.
I was addicted and spent all the money I had on the computer games. Times were not as expensive as it is now. I used to get 5 bucks every week as pocket money, lesser sometimes. As we had our own shop, every time I used to ask my dad for more money, he used to say “When you have everything here, what do you need money for? If you want something I will buy it for you.”
I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to play computer games and that was it. My dad wasn’t so rich that he’d buy me a computer, so I thought of a plan. Every time I was home after school my dad used to make me sit in the shop and go for a coffee break for 10 minutes. I hated sitting at the shop, but I did it anyway because I wanted my dad to rest.
One day as I was sitting, minding the shop, my eyes fell on the cash register. I saw the money my dad had made the whole day. There were a couple of 20’s, 50’s and a lot of 10’s. I saw how my friends looked at me when I played the games. I was good, not just good, I was goooood. We competed in car races and I always own. I wanted to maintain that winning streak and so I took two 10 rupee notes from the register.
As soon as I had the money in my hand I started panicking. I thought, ‘Will I get caught?’, ‘What if dad comes to know about the missing money?’, ‘What would happen if I get caught?’ A hundred questions crossed my mind. I was sweating and put the money back. I saw my dad come in. He saw me, smiled and said to go play outside. I went.
The thought never left me. My mind said ‘You could have just taken the money and left, dad wouldn’t know!’ I said to myself ‘No I can’t do it. It would be stealing and then if he asks me, I’d have to lie. I don’t wanna do that.’ There was no voice for some time, but as the evening progressed the thought never left my mind.
I met my friends next week and as I hadn’t played the games for a week, I was sloppy. I lost all games and I was angry at myself. I said to myself “Enough is enough, I am a winner and that’s what I will be.”
I went to my dad and said “I want money to play computer games!”
He said “You play a lot of games thousif; no you can’t have more money. Your grades will go down, sit and study rather than playing games".
I was pissed. I was so pissed that I when my dad went for his break that day, I took two 20 rupees notes without a guilty conscience. I went and played games without a worry in the world.
My dad didn’t suspect a thing, so I started taking money every day. What started with 40 bucks soon grew 50, 60 and more. Whatever I dint spend on the computer games I used to save up.
After 3 years I had collected a lot of money. Yes, 3 years; 3 freaking years. I would have continued if it wasn’t for my sister.
One of the saddest things in my life was my sister’s death. That event led to everyone in our house become zombies for weeks. I used to fight with my sister a lot and when she passed away I blamed myself for not asking sorry. Remembering her I used to cry on my mother’s shoulder and howl with pain, asking my sister to forgive me. It was normal childhood fights, but the pain of not getting to ask sorry was real and hurt every day.
As I was crying one day, I remembered what I had been doing for the past 3 years. I felt ashamed and I wanted to say it to my parents. But my ego dint let me. I was very afraid thinking what my dad would say, but the guilt was eating me out. I stopped taking the money, but I had the money I had saved. I may have had like 10,000 bucks with me. I wanted to put it all back, but my dad would ask ‘Where did all the money come from?’ and I would have no answer.
I wanted to say the truth and now I couldn’t. I was in agony. I felt like I was on fire, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.
One day I fought with my mom. It was a bitter fight. She was crying and I was still angry. Suddenly I saw the picture of my sister on the table and I felt pain. I thought how I used to fight with her and now I had done the same with my mother. An inner voice told me ‘See thousif, you can’t ask sorry for the bad times you had with your sister, but you can set things right by asking sorry with your mother and telling her the truth’
I remembered what my mom used to say ‘Say the truth, no matter what.’ I went to where my mom was silently sobbing. I saw her, went near her, held her hand and let her to my bedroom. I sat down and said “I am really sorry mom” She stopped crying and saw me. I said how sorry I was for being such an arrogant child, and that I was sorry for all the bad things I had done in my life. She said that I wasn’t a bad kid, only a little stubborn sometimes but that was ok. I dint listen to her. I had taken a decision and I would abide to it.
I started talking about my sister and said how sorry I was for fighting with her and how sorry I was for fighting with my mom. I started crying, i was hysterical, like I couldn’t stop myself. It was 10 in the night and listening to my crying my dad silently came from the shop and stood near the door. I started crying, asking sorry and cried some more. My dad came near me and seeing him I just broke down. I wanted to confess and finally I thought it was now or never and I did it.
I said how I had started taking money and how I spent it on computer games and how I had saved some of it. I took a long time to confess and when I had finally finished my dad said only one thing “I knew.”
I looked at him and he hugged me and said “I knew about it, but I wanted you to stop it by yourself.” “You took a long time to stop, saved up a lot of money, but you did it.” he said smiling. I blurted out a laugh and looked at my mom. She came forward and hugged me and said smilingly “I knew too” I looked at her and tears flowed again. “Don’t cry” she said “I know you lied to us, but you taking initiating and confessing you did something wrong and admitting it is a huge thing.” I heard her say this and cried some more.
“Stop crying my child” my mother said hugging me tighter “You took a big step and see now we know you will never do it” she added.
I looked into her eyes and knew that I had cleansed my sins through the tears I cried. My parents rather than being angry were happy that I had realised my mistake. Both my parents got up from my bed and my dad took my chin into his hands and said smilingly “If you ever need money just ask thousif, everything me and your mother earn is for you itself. It always has been.”
That moment was real for me. More real than anything I had experienced in my life, ever. I learnt that whatever happens in life my parents will always be there for me. It made me feel so good to tell the truth. It made me and my parents grow stronger as a family and since then I haven’t taken a single rupee without asking.
That day I learnt that truth no matter how hurtful it is, is always a beautiful thing to say. I learnt that the real thing to have is a family that trusts you, no matter what you have done. It made me feel that saying the truth will always be better than telling lies. It’s your family that counts, the trust they have in you that counts. Lie never mattered and never will. I had their trust and from that day till now I have honoured that trust, always will.
I am so lazy guys nai? sometimes I am so lazy that I myself am surprised ke MY GOD, how lazy can i be...
EVIL M: is par awards bante hain America may... * laziest kamina award* char pade huwe hai tv ke upar... gadha..
(Rolls eyes) hmm to what I was saying ke… I had been reading one of my old posts...
EVIL M: Ahaha (Enter old 70's style saas blaming bahu voice) karam jali ke karname to dekho... dusroon ke blog nahi padta... khud ke blog post bar bar padte rehta hai... stupid..
Haan dey galiyan de... pura haq hai tujhe...
EVIL M: galiyan nahi... bum pay char laat padegi na... tabhi.. tabhi pata chalega tujhe... kaash arpit or suruchi kahin ass pass hote... itne lagwata tujhe... itne lagwate na... hmph
EVIL M naraz hai... kya aap log bhi naraz ho? (Gum naam hai koi song plays in the background because of all the sanaata as people are nowhere to be found) mere khayal say ho...
The reason for the blog post is solely you guys... every one of you reader out there... I read the Bangalore kid post... and I read the comments and I felt so good... reading all your comments it made me smile so much...
Yes I am busy... yes I don’t have time to even pee sometimes...
EVIL M: Kuch chahiye kya... not peeing problem solve karne ke liye? jaise ki... he he *evil laugh*... diaper mangwadun adult wale.. size 'S' :P ha ha ha... I am laughing so much..
EVIL nai sudharega... I have no time... but I so wanna write. I did some amazing things ... and amazing things happened to me... like I was caught by the police one time and also where I was thrown into a 40 feet deep water hole even when I said to a guy that I donno swimming... and those incidents are true... unlike the other fancy ones i mention sometimes... and I so wanna write... but am not able to find time.. I will write... I am making a promise now... that I will write about all those times... :)
Any way this is just a update to tell you.. I miss you guys and yeah I am alive... I miss all you guys who read my blog and love me so much... I love you all for coming here.. reading whatever I put out (EVIL M: which is mostly crap :P) and loving me so much..
It felt really great to read those comments... I read them at least 10 times ... so guys thank you so much... you guys always make me smile with your comments... :)
I will be back soon... promise :)... this time real promise... not the promise tooth paste wala promise... (Is that toothpaste even in production rgt now ?:P)
Today is the day.... Today is that new, superb, bright day ......EVIL M: what? When you finally change your underwear?
M..... at least today you can let go biting my ass..God...Its the first day of the year...
EVIL M: there's no rule against it...and I wont let biting your ass ever, because lets face it, there wouldn't be much to me, if it weren't for embarrassing you or make fun of you in this space..
I will NEVER change... *Enter EVIL M's evil Smirk here*
So guys hi I know I promised I would wish you a new year so here I am on the first day of the year, wishing you.... A very very happy new year to you... :)
May all of you(only who read my blog regularly :P) have a really wonderful year ahead, and reach your goals which you've made to yourself and a little nearer to your dream life which you have always dreamed of. I wish you luck and loads of good health :)
EVIL M: and making out with girls :P, Thats my wish for boys, and for girls.. well you can always go for shopping with the guy, he'll hold your bags and even pay for the same :D, both happy :D
So thats the wishes from me and M both... now lets get down to the real (EVIL M:boring) deal
From like 2 or 3 or is it 4, 5 maybe anyway...i donno... I haven't blogged,
EVIL M: liar liar, ass on fire :P
whats with you and my ass.... ah if I let M out any further, he'll just be talking abt my ass all day...
EVIL M: Ass...
see, so anyways lets stop talking about my ass because lets face it, it is not only you who would be embarrassed to read about it, I too will be embarrassed to write about it
EVIL M: liar liar... as...
Oh shut up... so where was I ...Yes... the most important and the most awesome thing I did last year..
EVIL M: Kiss a girl like after 10 years in your life :P....
Shhh, hey thats private Ok no talking about it...
EVIL M: like your ass??? eh?... ;) *wink wink*
oh...*mentally strangles EVIL M* no you cant... krr..... Static... more static...
I haven't felt this good since 1998, the day when I fell on my head and suffered temporary memory loss :P... feels so good... so the topic I was talking about is...
*Glorious music playing* *Huge applause* *huge applause again* *again... ;)*
The day when I flew a plane(a real one ;))
It was a dark Sunday .....or Saturday morning in November (Yes I am bad with dates and days, and names... and clothes, socks, shoes, staying clean... and something else... anyway)
So it was someday and some date in November. My classmate and very dear friend Suguna Saravanan is married to Wing Commander N Saravanan.
pick up your jaws already, yeah I know the most cool people there ever are in mysore :P get over it :P he he
So she called me one night and said,
“There are some NCC students who are here in Mysore for a camp and my husband is accompanying them and will be in charge of a very special assignment, Teaching how to fly a plane” I was listening as she said, how its an awesome experience for the students where they can fly the plane accompanied by Wing Commander N Saravanan as the main pilot where the student is the co pilot, and at times they are given full control of the plane, but it was what she said in the end was the thing that took the breath out of my chest, when she asked me
“Would you like to try flying a plane?”
Me and EVIL M where like holy *beep* ..*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep pa beep beep*
in all the beeping I said Yes..
She said its just a joy ride but if I liked it, I could go to a competition and win a cup and all, if I had the talent and brains, EVIL M smirked at me at the point when she said brains, I gave him a dirty look.
So she told me that her husband would pick me up at 5.30 AM on a Sunday or Saturday morning from a place we decided.
I sat in my bed thinking just a day before, to reach the place at 5.30, i'd have to get up at 4 at least, wash my face in the ice cold water, make my hair look able, and go with my brother in the dead cold on a bike to the meeting place. And pee too, EVIL M made me remember, yeah that too.... I mentally made a checklist.
So thinking all this I went to my brother to solve the first thing of this puzzle and told him about my plan. He said sure, I'll take you no problem, I was so happy, because this brother of mine loves his sleep and he telling me, he'd take me, I felt so great I wanted to kiss him then and there, But EVIL M held me back saying, 'Dude, bhabi will get jealous, and surprised, and shocked and even a little suspicious....' So I controlled my emotions.;)
I got up at 4, pee'd, got ready, brushed before that :P, made my hair awesome and went to call my brother, he got up with sleepy red eyes(They just had a baby, now you know why I wanted to kiss him ;)) he pulled on a sweater onto himself and we went.
My god it was cold, it was like I was in Antarctica or something, fingers cold, face cold, Ass like stone, whoever think what may, I hugged my brother tighter, he got a lil uneasy, but dint say anything. Somehow with all the cold wind, the shivering, me howling in between(Twilight fever don't ask :P) we reached the place.
It was a road junction, there was no one except a girl with her mother, I went and asked is this the pick up place for the flight training, she said yes and we waited and exactly at 5.29 (That day I got to know about punctuality :)) there it was... a green or a yellow jeep(yeah i'm bad with colors too :P). I and the girl got in with another girl coming just before we left, or was she already inside, I don't remember, it was long time ago yaar, understand :P he he. So anyways we got in.
Wing Commander N Saravanan introduced himself and that day I got to know a little about introductions too, strong, sturdy and in control, I squeakily said hi,(It was because of the cold ok :P) and we started talking, he said how he handles camp in between his army duties and he said how good the experience can be. He then talked about the aspect of me in the competition. He said I had to study, trigonometry, calculus and all other maths stuff if I had to continue after today.
I failed in all those when I was studying my PUC, yes those exact subjects, how can one let kids read that subject, its so horrible and my test scores were like alien readings every time. Ask my dad he'll tell you...
but there were kids studying PUC in the jeep so I couldn't exactly blurt out the truth I said. “I have studied them in my PUC so if I brush up on them maybe I can compete” EVIL M was like a maniac laughing away saying 'I want front row tickets to see that, oh cross that, I will have them anyway because i'm in your brain' We talked a lil more and reached the place.
6.02 on the clock an we were at the Mysore airport, we had a quick tea and the officers residing there brought out the plane. A Micro lite something (i donno the exact number)
I took a look at it and it seemed like a toy plane, small engine with tarpeline like wings and tail fin, and I was like... i'll fly this plane into another oblivion and get it back.
'Say that while you are in the air, Johnny Bravo' said EVIL M
The wing commander got in with another joy rider who had come with us, vivek, vishwas, or something. (lets call him vicky)
After a few seconds. They started the engine.
OH.MY.GOD. The sound was deafening, unreal. The engine which looked so small earlier roared like an angry lion, I donno the HP and all, but the sound,wow it was the most powerful thing i'd ever heard, EVER. They took the plane and went riding it like a bike to the airport landing strip. I and the other students went inside the Plane shelter and waited, and after some time I saw the plane was air bound and circling above us, I looked at the plane and I was like, i'd be flying that that in a few minutes, I was excited and a little scared and..
EVIL M:... pee'd in my pants.
Yeah, I mean no, I was just amazed, utterly amazed to look at the plane and see it fly. After some time the officers said to get on the jeep where we could go to the landing strip everybody got it and we reached the landing strip, a few minutes later the plane after circling another time above us landed.
I looked at vicky's face, it was white as a zombie. The officers said i'm next, As I walked to the plane I saw vicky walking towards me as we met in the middle he looked at me, I saw his eyes, deep and black, and..
EVIL M:.. fell in love.... :P
no it wasn't like I was looking for love in his eyes or something, his eyes were speaking.. something like this 'Holy *beep* dude, that was awesome, but i'm too cold to speak'
I looked at the time it was 6.30, the sun was coming up brightly as I took my first(awkward) steps into the plane. It was a 2 seater, The captain N saravanan told me to put on my headphones, they were huge, I slipped them on and then he guided me about the controls I practiced it for 5 minutes while I got comfortable, he then slowly took the plane air bound.
I was in the air holding the controls, but he(the captain) was maneuvering it, I was just looking at the view, oh my god, its completely different, people who have traveled in plane(With window side seats ;)) will know what i'm talking about, but this was completely different because I was directly in control. Not technically but still I had the controls ok. So it is being in control
EVIL M: Dummy controlled.. :P
Yeah yeah whatever, but I was in control, I just kept enjoying it as we finished half a round when he said, “i'll give you the controls now, just the handle you try maneuvering it”
Holy *beep* the moment I expected had come. The engine roaring in front of me, and me on the controls, I turned a lil to the left I saw the plane going to the left. It was like my whole body was in a drum full of adrenaline. The cold air, the excitement. Whew. It was exhilarating. Pure thrill pure pure thrill, now I know why pilots love their job.
I then turned a lil to the right, while the plane nosed down, the captain said to pull it a lil up and I did the same, the plane rising, and I steadied it up.
As I was coming towards the landing strip he advised me on how to land it, but I got confused and came down a lil soon, so he took it up again, and I controlled the whole next round, this time too, the view, the thrill, the excitement exactly the same. I felt something else at that moment like no one could catch me and I could do anything. I dint feel the cold air, I dint feel any fear, it felt like I was experiencing freedom in a whole new meaning and manner. I got so jealous of the birds flying beside me that morning, I thought blessed are these birds who get to experience it everyday, and mentally thanked god for showing me this day.
I screwed up the landing controls again so the captain landed it for me, I controlled it, but he applied the brakes and made it land safely :P
The captain asked me, “Do you wanna participate into the competitions?, because if you do you would have to put in a lot of work, morning 6 to evening till you sleep, you have to be very dedicated, because in the competitions they'll be no one if you go wrong, maths is what will save you, so you have to work very much on it”
I really wanted to say yes, I really would have gone to tuitions and stuff and studied, but with my course study it would have been just too hectic, so said “I cannot, with my course work, with my lab journals I just cannot”,
He said “Its Ok, I understand, we can do this another time when i'm free, just the joy ride”
I got out and I had a big smile on my face, I was walking out when vicky asked me 'how was the cold above?'
'I said I dint feel it, I just felt awesome'
He said 'I salute you dude, I do' and smiled.
Later I saw the other students boarding the plane and controlling from the initial point, the start, the take off, landing, everything done by themselves and these were kids who were studying just 12th, I felt so bad, not because those students could ride the plane, but being so young they had experienced what I hadn't. I remembered my school teacher's words when she asked us to join the NCC, and we being the punk and naive boys we were, thought NCC is not 'fun' enough. How I regret it now. But nonetheless I was happy, so happy, it was like a experience of a lifetime. It took a lot of time sinking in. I called Suguna and thanked her for the wonderful opportunity she gave me. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't even get near to touch a plane, let alone fly it. I cannot thank her enough.
So there it is, the experience of a lifetime. I'll tell you, flying a airplane big or small is a experience like none other, none other at all. It is just something else, it's like you are not bound to anything, where you belong to just yourself.
Being the pilot is tiring but I think its the best job there is, because you get to love what you do, and experience freedom in its truest sense, given the change to re-live my life, I would really opt to being a pilot,ace in my maths test before that :P. but nonetheless learning maths is so worth for being a pilot. Its a wonderful wonderful feeling flying a plane, I tell you that :)
So thats me.. I wish you had a nice time reading about it. :) because I had a great time writing it.... so anyways its already late. I hope you have many things to attend to,
EVIL M: passing out after drinking too much being one of the things :P
M!!! anyway.. I wish you a great year ahead, and may you have experiences like none you had last year, let them be completely new and completely awesome. Not like like being stuck in a toilet without toilet paper, or kissing your girlfriend and getting to know its actually her newly married sister-in-law. No those experiences are horrible, the aftermath being the worst of it and not just by the hands of your girlfriend, there are other 'hands' involved to... I just wish you an awesome year ahead...
and this is just a part of awesomeness i had last year... i'll be back with more :D...take care love you all :)
