Number Game

1, 25, 50, 75, 100.....

Wondering what these numbers signify or have some of you already guessed it. For the ones who haven't been able to figure it out, you can carry on a bit more with the guessing game.

Pondering...

Numbers....numbers...numbers....its everywhere. Whether you are literate or illiterate you can't avoid them be it the subzi-mandi (vegetable market), bus-stop, kitchen, calender, tombstone,....coz our life itself begins with numbers and we keep counting till our last breath.

How much do we value these numbers or do we allow these numbers to rule our lives? Apart from the first digit rest all are the multiples of 5. Still haven't got a clue of what i am talking about. Well, you will in a couple of minutes...

We give so much of value to the starting and ending points but forget the mid-way. Only certain dates or numbers seem to have value or significance for some of us, rest of the numbers loses its significance. What i am hinting at is the significance of certain numbers such as 1st, 25th, 50, 100 and so on. We measure or assess our lives or things at such numerical intervals, rest of the time we prefer to enjoy our sweet slumber. We tend to make a person feel special only on their b'days or anniversaries or special days like mother's day or father's day and then we coolly forget them until the same day next year.    

Let not this happen. Lets not get stuck with only certain numbers and days. Let us celebrate each day  and each moment with the same enthusiasm and excitement. 

This is my 51st post so let me too enjoy the joys that my blogobaby has brought me.

There are a couple of awards that my blogopals have conferred on me. I am able to put up only a few of them here due to paucity of time. Will put up the rest later, sorry for the delay.

Thanks to Ayu for the followers award.

Thanks to Makk for giving me the following Blog Buddy Awards. Oh! I love the Calvin n Hobbes one :)

The Blogger Buddy award goes to Being Pramoda, The Survivor, Vivek of Neckercubicle, Sid of Sidspeakz

Best Blogging Buddies Award goes to tjlubrano, purplepuppet, Brian Miller, Ayu and Kevin

The Awesome blog buddy award goes to Makk (i hope you won't mind getting this one back from me ;p) , Sunil, Ashwin and Ashu.

Thanks to The Survivor for the Beautiful Blogger and The Circle of Friends awards. They came as a complete surprise to me. Thanks Friend.

The rules for these two awards are: 
1)  Thank the person who gave you this award.  (Thank you 'The Survivor')

2)  Share 7 things about yourself/you find beautiful.
3)  Pass the award along to 5 bloggers who you have recently discovered and who you think are fantastic!
4)  Contact the bloggers you've picked and let them know about the award

The Beautiful Blogger award goes to the ones i admire the most Saibarman, Sunil, Balvinder Singh, Mitusingh, Bikramjit and Ravi lobo.

The Circle of friends award goes to all my readers, commentators and followers because without them it would not have been possible to go on with this bologojourney. Their words of encouragement even a single word and as simple as 'nice' has been enough to keep me afloat and going. Thanks a ton to each one of them.

P.S. I am not following the rules strictly. I will do the tag sometime later. It will be a bit difficult to inform each of the recipients individually so if i miss out anybody then plz excuse me.

Friday Fiction #1

"You had gone to meet Raathi", he asked as she kept the car keys on the table.

"Hmm...", she just hummed instead of giving any definite answer.

"So, you want divorce. Is that the reason why you had gone to see him?" He probed her further with a sarcastic smile. "Don't forget. He is my friend, first and then a lawyer." He added.

"....*sigh*...I don't want to divorce you....Juss want to free you from ME." She replied with a choked and tired voice.

"What will you do after that?". He asked as he sipped his drink from the glass without shifting his gaze from her. Just then his phone rang. She knew it was her.

"Hi! Love, I will call you back in a minute." He answered hurriedly with a smile.

Her heart wrenched in pain as she heard him address Her as 'love'. She glanced at him with tearful eyes and left without answering his question. She shut the door behind her. She wanted him to stop her but she knew he wouldn't. She hoped, hoped badly for him to barge into the room and draw her into his arms. Kiss her madly and say, "I am sorry. It was a mistake, it won't happen again. It was all a mistake." But nothing of that sort happened. She was so right about him but for once she hoped to be wronged so badly.

P.S. My second attempt at writing fiction. I know am terrible in writing but just gave it a another shot. Hope its not complete crap and makes some sense. Couldn't think of an apt title so haven't titled it. Suggestions are welcome.