What is going on?

Do you know any thing about what is going on in the world of social networking? I going to tell you something about what gonna happen in the world of facebook. I had experienced almost 18% of facebook profiles are fake. It is either made to generate business contacts or just for fun. The best media currently available for marketting is the facebook.

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A Night without a Movie-II

Trivandrum

'Hey whats up dude? aren't you coming for playing?' I asked Ashwin, A wheatish brown complexed boy. I know him from the moment I moved to Thiruvanathapuram after my father's transfer. We lived in a small house near karamana river.I could see the river from my home. Ashwin and Hari are my close friends and they both live in next street to mine.

'Yah! Where is Hari? He has gone some where I think' Ashwin spoke while scrapping someone in orkut.That time orkut was the only social networking site known to us.

'Let me call him'

I phoned Hari. We got our own cellphones as a present from parents because of good score in 10th. My friends also got best score but among them I topped.

'dai, Evida?(Where are you?)'

'Coming soon dude. There is a chick in our county'

'What? where?'

'I told you nah! My uncle's flat, which was for rent, is now occupied'

Hari once told me about his uncle's flat and we three together tried to rent it to someone for some commission which could make us some pocket money.

'We will be there soon man'.

'No need I will manage my own.' He told me in funny voice and hung the phone.

'Dude a chick next door' I made a try to make Ashwin divert from scrapping and that worked.

'Where?'

'In Hari's uncle's flat'

'Nice. Lets go'

We cycled to next street and took some risky moves and even just missed a ramming with our milk boy's M80 scooter. Hari was standing there in front of the building.

'Do you need some help?' I asked Hari while parking my bicycle in the center of the road.

'Who is the chick?' Ashwin asked with anxiety. 

'Thats my father's friend's daughter.'

'What's her name?' I am also having the same excitement like that of Ashwin's.

'No need to know. She is the most beautiful girl I ever saw.'

'Then where is she?'

'Ah lets go and take the playing materials. Ashwin go and take the bat and I will fetch the ball. The stumps are safe up the terrace. manu go and seek it.'

'Done dude' We both said in unison to Hari's commands.

I looked at door of flat 7c where I could see the living room. I couldn't see the trace of any human but could see only well furnished room.

'Manu are you gone there to make the stumps or to fetch it?'

'Coming Ash' I shouted to answer Ashwin. 

While I were running down I didn't see a man walk of a flat. He collided with me so hard that he also fell down.

'Ouch! ah' I were crying I broke my hand while falling down.

'What happened son? Are you hurt?' The grown up man asked while trying to stand up. I couldn't stand up because my angle was twisted and my hand was broken due to falling on pointed edge of the steps. He took me in his hands and put me slowly in the sofa. That time a girl came from the kitchen and asked.

'What happened papa. Who is this boy?'

'I don't know him. What is your name, son?' He told while trying to make some calls.

'Manu where are you? stupid' Ashwin were searching me. I thought I should shout for him but I couldn't because of the pain.

'Is your name, Manu? Are those your friends looking for you? Anjana I rammed this boy while I stepped out.'

Anjana. She is as beautiful as the name is. This was our first time I saw her. The pain and everything just happened around became mute to me and I thought only about Anjana. Her pink churithar and suiting earrings made my mind fly high. Within seconds Anjana's father found that I am fainted. He called an ambulance.

Anjana with her father often came to visit me While I was at the hospital. After a week they discharged me and told not to move my right hand. How could a 15 year old boy could do nothing even though his hand is broken? But my thoughts were about Anjana.

'You sleepy head. What are you dreaming of?' Ashwin came into the room after firing a question.

(to be continued...)

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A night without a movie - I

'Sir, the stocks are down. We have to do some thing' - Vasudev, chief stock analyst is telling me about the last weeks analysis.

'Let us introduce a new product which make us stand still in the market. What about a new and trendy operating system which is far better than android?' I had a solution for every crisis.

'Sir, it is a good idea but we have to increase the reach of our current products too. sir can I go now?'

Vasudev left my room. I looked at my designation board. It said 'Manu Prasad (CEO Nexgen corp.)'. Yah I am Manu Prasad. Son of Prasad and Kalyani born in a south Indian district 'Palakkad' who were struggling to earn their living in the midst of teaching me. I studied till my 10th in a village school in ottapalam and then came my life most riskiest moments. From here my life took its terrible turns from love to lost and terrific days became part of my living. My father came from an aristocrat family so that he owned so much revenue. Till my 10th I had least friends.

Suddenly my office phone began to rang. I took the call.

'Hello'

'Hello is this Mr. Manu Prasad?'

'Yah'

' I am calling from Google. Myself Raj Mohan, Sir. Your payment for project 'elixir' was remitted to your bank account in ICICI bank sir. The amount paid is 1.35 Cr' 

'Thank you my friend for acknowledging the payment.'

'Thank you sir. Have a good day.'

'Sir your car has arrived.' Ganesh anna told me while I hung the phone. Ganesh is my peon. But I call him 'anna'  because he had a large experience in life than anyone in my corporate. I took staircase from the office which is in the 8th floor of the building to ground because sometimes I feel myself a communist that the energy I use in my lift could make glow 10 bulbs in a rural village. This is what make me love myself. While I reached the ground the security of the building is holding the key of my car. It is almost 6 in the evening and it is raining. I took the key from the security and I didn't know his name because he is a new joint in the firm. My car took a swish turning and entered the NH. Now I am travelling back home in Trivandrum. Before that I have to pick my best friends from two branches of my firm too. They are my best friends and my parts of my life. When I reached the front of Vrindavan gardens Hari was waiting for me. Then he took the driving seat by just telling me he will drive and not another word. Then the rain made me think my past. My life till I made all this. 

Car zoomed through the highway and My memories began.

(will be continued...)

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