a night at the light house(part 2)  

Posted by ishan khanna

when i opened my eyes i was lying on  sand. i blinked once...twice...then i realised i was alive.....ah the feeling.

i got up and felt my heart sink again. i was on a deserted and lonely island . and my backpack was nowhere to be seen....all my foodsupplies were gone...so were my chances of an easy survival.
but i am a man of great courage...i got up and started walking towards  the centre of the island. there i saw something that made meleap with excitement and joy...a lighthouse...actually a lighthouse!
i lost my mind and started running towards it ...it loomed nearer and nearer....i was going to get there and call for help. i arrived at teh vast  white turret completely out of breath but pleased with myself. i reached the  door and started knocking on it...no reply.....

i knocked for quite some time until i was perfectly sure there was no one there.
then i cheered myself up by thinking that surely someone would come here by night. so i just  got around to rest till night...when i dosed off i never knew....perhaps it was just my exhaustion.
when i woke up it was night...my waterproof watch had not failed me and  showed 10 past midnight...!

i got up quickly and looked up at the lighthouse...THERE WAS A LIGHT ON!

i cried out a thanks to god and ran pell mell up to the turret...the door was open.....i ran upstairs......bt not until i reached the top did i discover what  awaited me there...

to be continued...

~ishan

circus!!!!!  

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a night at the light house  

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well adventure has its own  magic...as i rushed past towering cliffs of dead rock i could  hear nothing but the  sound of roaring waves and my heart beating about just as fast.

in my little  rowboat i had started on this little journey from  the south coast of india to the andaman and nicobar islands. its a pretty niceplace i have heard and i wanted to add some adventure to my trip. i am very  fond of such little exploits you know.
i have been treking  so many times , then i have swam across waters , driven on  slopy  hill sides and what not.
so as i was saying i started from  tamil nadu and decided to complete the journey that very day. i had my little life jacket on and food supplies in my bag. just as i was starting to feel the fun a deadly storm started up. my heart skipped abeat. but i am a daredevil after all. so i didn't pay attention and just rowed on. generally it is adviced that rowers should find solace in a small rock island or something  when a storm starts up but i decided to row on....the i saw something that made my heart sink to the bottom of my belly.....an enormous.....gigantic wave of a hundred feet was soaring towards me...and i knew i was a gonner.....there was no where to turn to......

i stopped dead and knew this was the end....the wave hit me in a swirl of colour and i knew nothing except a lot of pain and cold wetness  over my body before darkness engulfed me...


~to be continued

ishan

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jk rowling - a short biography  

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Ms. J K Rowling was born on July 31st, 1965 in Chipping Sodbury, Gloucestershire, England. Her given name at birth was Joanne Kathleen. Ms. Rowling has one sister, Di, who was born 2 years after J K.

It is interesting to note that Ms. Rowling claims that she has actually been writing since she was 5 or 6 years old. Her first story, called Rabbit, was filled with interesting characters, such as a large bee called Miss Bee.


Ms. Rowling, along with her parents and sister, moved twice while J K was growing up. While at one of their homes, close to Bristol and in Winterbourne, she had friends next door whose last name was Potter. J K never forgot the children, or the last name, which she liked very much.
When she was nine years old her family moved again to Tutshill. Ms. Rowling attended a primary (grade) school in Tutshill, and later attended Wyedean Comprehensive. Ms. Rowling describes herself as being shy, freckly, with no natural athletic ability but a great love of literature. Later, when she graduated from Wyedean Comprehensive, she attended Exeter University. Here Ms. Rowling studied French after her parents encouraged her into what they believed would be a wonderful career as a bilingual secretary. After graduation, however, it didn’t take Ms. Rowling long to realize that she was not meant to be a secretary. Self described as “the worst secretary ever, very disorganized”, she found it increasingly hard to remain attentive during meetings, actually writing story ideas instead of taking notes as she had been instructed.

When Ms. Rowling was 26 years old she moved to Portugal to be an English teacher. Ms. Rowling has been quoted many times as saying she loved teaching English, often teaching in the afternoons and evenings so that she could be free to work on her writing during the mornings. It was during this period that she began working on a story about a ‘wizard”.

Ms. Rowling met and married a journalist in Portugal (he was Portuguese), and her daughter Jessica was born in 1993. Shortly after the birth of her daughter, the marriage ended in divorce and Ms. Rowling, along with her infant daughter, moved to Edinburgh, Scotland so that J K could be near her younger sister, Di. It was during this time that Ms. Rowling became determined to not only finish her Harry Potter ‘wizard’ novel, but to get it published. Often she would write in restaurants, where she and her daughter could stay warm while she wrote. Ms. Rowling requested a grant from the Scottish Arts Council, which she eventually received, in order to complete her book. When it was completed and after several rejections, Ms. Rowling sold the novel, Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, to Bloomsbury in the UK for the equivalent of about $4,000.

To support her daughter and herself, Ms. Rowling began working as a French teacher. After several months Arthur A Levine Books/Scholastic Press bought the American rights to the first “Harry Potter”, and Ms. Rowling received enough money to give up teaching and write full time. Ms. Rowling has described this moment as the happiest of her life.

After Bloomsbury Children's Books published the book in June 1997, it wasn’t long before Ms. Rowling was recognized as a major discovery. The awards and accolades grew quickly for both Harry Potter and Ms. Rowling. In 1997 the book won The British Book Awards Children's Book of the Year, and the Smarties Prize.

When published in the US, in September of 1998, the book was renamed and released by Arthur A Levine Books / Scholastic Press; the new title was Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Ms. Rowling quickly wrote a sequel, Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets, which was published July of 1998 in the UK, and in June 1999 in the USA. Immediately after this successful sequel a third book, Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, was published in July and September of 1999, in the UK and the USA, respectively.

To her amazement, and joy, Ms. Rowling became a household name when the first three installments of the Harry Potter series took over the top 3 slots in the New York Times bestsellers list. (It’s interesting to note that the books also did as well, achieving similar results, in the UK)

By the summer of 2000, Ms. Rowling had reportedly earned over $400 million for her first three Harry Potter books, which have been printed in 35 languages and sold over 30 million copies. Her fourth book in the popular series, entitled Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pre-sold over one million advanced copies, with a first printing of 5.3 million. Because of her domination and incredible success on the New York Times bestseller list, the decision was made to introduce a bestseller list for children’s books, which would eliminate the dominating factor of these bestsellers on the current The New York Times bestseller list. This brought a tremendous amount of relief and happiness to a lot of competing authors - and a tremendous honor to Ms. J K Rowling.

womanizer  

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britney and ellen go carolling...xtremely funny video!lolzzzz  

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a trip to the jungle(part 4)  

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i reached my home  driving at top speed and ran in to hug my wife and kids. just then i saw something that made my jaw drop.

i had  told my wife all about the previous night's events and was sitting at the table clutching a cup of coffee when i saw it...it was a newspaper  article ...it said,

of the many types of bandits that roam the woods..the worse perhaps are the ones who have started  looting by rumours. rrecently a friend of mine was looted...he was first given the false inpression of the  existence of a ghost in the woods who got alive at  12  at midnight...then he was lulled into the house of teh bandits and  next morning he left...giving them a nice 300rs.
this method  of looting is the most dangerous...people must be careful in what they believe when they visit the woods.....its best not to be there after hours...



i sat there stunned......but my car...how had that dissapeared?...i went back with friends and saw that i indeed had become lost and tried to come out the wrong way...that's why my car was missing....i searched the woods....but the hut of the old  lady was empty....uninhabited.....



life is strange......and so was  my incident in the woods......i am still made fun of  when my friends cchat about that one.....it was truely...er...special...



hope you enjoyed my story

~ishan

a trip to the jungle(part 3)  

Posted by ishan khanna

i decided on the spot that i was not to getr worked up and scared . pull yourself together, i thought.

then...just as it struck  midnight...the trees behind me filled with an odd sort of bustling. as if somebody or...something...huge was hiding there. my heart skipped a beat. i started moving towards the source of the sound. just as i reached out for the bush i saw something in the distance that made me scream as i had never done before...a woman ...i could see a woman  draped in a pure white saree....she was pretty young and she was ooking at me. but it was not that what made me scream....she was inhuman...ugly and inhuman.
her teeth were mossed ...her skin was pepery tellow....her eyes bloodshot...and she was leering at me with her yellow teeth.....in her hand he  clutched a candle and in the other a bloody dagger. my insides froze with terror...i was a goner.

slowly she  started movng towards me....i turned around and ran for dear life....i ran and i ran and all the while i could hear footsteps behind me though i never turned to look. just as i was suer that i will not see daylight tommorow, i saw the old woman who had warned me....she  was looking out of a small hut ...and looking straight at me...

as i approached she stood back without a word to let me pass and i hurtled straight into her hut of 1 room. 
in a corner was a small stove and in another a very ragged old bed .
i ran upto the crackling fire and  deposited myself next to it. if only i could speak.
the old woman came  and sat nwxt to me..wearing a very grave expression.
"you were lucky...a very ancient magic  binds our hut out of danger of the spirit...stay here till morning...then you can go".
i looked at the old woman...she was after all  telling the truth...i thanked her generously and  apologised for my  ignorance.
that night i hardly slept....next morning as she  woke me up  at 8 i  left almost at once to go and board a bus.....i paid her all the money i had and left at top speed. as i reached the  corner of the woods i saw to my utter astonishment...my car parked exacxtly where i had left it ...but then it had dissapeared.
i got in and drove back home

to be continued
~ishan

a trip to the jungle(part 2)  

Posted by ishan khanna

i got cold feet at seeing the site. my car had been there and now...it was gone. i couldn't help feeling scared...i was terrified.

it was then  that i once again heard that terrible  voice..."you will not leave".
i shrieked out of fear than anything else. i was chilled to the bone marrow. deciding that the best option was to wait outside the forest for someone from my family to come i sat on the edge of the forest. as i sat there i couldn't shrug off that strange feeling of being watched upon. then some twnty minutes later i heard the sound of running footsteps. i turned around and saw a very old woman, bent double with age running towards me. a lantern was swinging  from her hand. she came near me and panting ver hard  said,"what are you doing here tonight...i was just out to get some berries when i saw you....don't you know that tonight is full moon...and the forest spirit will come alive tonight at 12?"
i simply gazed awestruck at her.
i was pretty sure she was kiddin me...a way to hook passers by and get some money. i simply said,"i don't know what you are talking about...but my family is coming and  if you don't want trouble for yourself...be off!"
she looked at me and said,"many people think we  forest tribe people are mad and we joke....they do not heed us....in the end they lose their lives..."
saying this  seh started to move away....i was chilled from fear....what if the woman wasn't lying?

but i decided she was and let her wobble off into the darkness......the hours crept by...no one from my family came for me......it was only 7 minutes to midnight....i was ...scared...

to be coontinued

~ishan

a trip to the jungle  

Posted by ishan khanna

it had been a very long time sice i had visited the countryside. i longed for a look of the pine trees that grew so tall... as a kid i had always loved everything about the woods... the city life never was my kind.

so it happened a day just like this...actually a night ...
i decded to drive down to the woods  and smell some fresh air...alone. it was  3p.m. pretty much light . so i was safe i knew. i drove down to the forest and  stopped at the fence. i had known that path for years. that dust trodden familiar path i had  waked on for so many years. as i started on the path i knew i had very little time. in the jungle  light goes out faster you see?
i walked on the lovely path examining bushes so overgrown they looked as though they had been here since the making of the  earth. trees housed birds of all colours and their chirpings  sounded no less than pure music....all so divine.
i looked around for quite some time until finally i decided that it was dark and i must go back home. as i turned to walk i had that very strange feeling that someone was watching me. i quickened my  fotsteps. suddenly i heard a voice,"noooooo".
i jumped as i had never done before. i turned around..... nobody.
i practically ran al the way to the edge of the forest. as i neared the fence i started feeling calm again. but there was a small problem...

my car was missing...

to be continued

~~~ishan
(plz post ur reviews people...its my first blog story:))

the iphone show:)  

Posted by ishan khanna

There really isn't much to the iPhone in terms of physical controls and features. The device weighs a somewhat hefty 145g (5.1oz) and measures up at 115mm x 61mm x 12mm (4.5" x 2.4" x .47"). For comparison, a current model 30 or 80GB iPod weighs 136g (4.8oz) and measures 104mm x 61mm x 11mm (4.1" x 2.4" x .43"). Most people will be able to forgive the iPhone its size and weight once they see the beautiful 3.5" 480x320 pixel touch screen display that dominates the front of the device. Apart from the home key that is located below it, there really is nothing else going on up front. Almost all interactions with the phone take place on the display, but we'll get to that later.

A chrome frame surrounds the glass that covers the black face of the iPhone. A matte finish metal covers up most of the sides and back of the phone where, oddly, the phone's serial number and IMEI are clearly written. The camera lens, also located on the back, is very small and unobtrusive.

One of the only places where plastic is used on the device, and the only place it is used as a cover material, is along the bottom section of the rear of the device where the speaker, microphone, and standard 30-pin iPod docking port are found. Plastic was needed here so as to not obstruct the phone's antenna. Plastic is also used, sparingly, for the remaining few controls on the iPhone. The ringer switch and volume controls, which are found on the left edge of the device, are made of plastic. A well hidden SIM card slot is located on the top of the device, sitting between the plastic standby/power key and the 3.5mm headset/headphone jack.

I find few things to fault with the iPhone's physical design, but the headset jack is one of them. It is deeply recessed and will force many owners to purchase an adapter to use their own headphones. Another problem is the rear cover of the iPhone: it cannot be removed. Accordingly, the user cannot swap the battery. When the battery starts to lose capacity after 300 to 400 charges (according to Apple), the iPhone will have to be sent in to Apple to receive a new battery, a process that takes 3 business days and will cost US$86, including shipping. I am happy to report, however, that my initial concerns about the durability of the iPhone's finish seem unfounded. The iPhone ships with a dock, a stereo headset with a call button, and a cable that can attach the iPhone to either a computer or the charger.

malicious entites borrowed from http://intertained.blogspot.com/  

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“GO AWAY! GO AWAY”I have had many experiences with spirits, ghosts if you will, and they normally don’t scare me. Having been able to see them since I was a child, I have become so accustomed to their presence, it doesn’t rattle me much. I do have an unwritten (until now) rule that I think of and project mentally to the spirits when I first walk into a place where there is most likely to be spirit activity ... “NO jumping out and going BOO! It’s not proper behavior and will not win you my friendship or favor.” Most of the time, the spirits are pretty respectful of my wishes.In 1994 I worked as a field inspector for a security firm in Harrisburg, PA. My job was to drive to all the sites where we had security guards and check on them during the night shifts. I worked 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. Monday through Saturday.One evening I got a call on the portable phone (not cell phone yet) from an old friend who worked for a different security company in the same area. Harold asked me if I would meet him at one of his sites. He wanted me to go into the building with him for the fire tour because he felt that something was in the building. He wanted to know if I could see it and, if so, what it wanted. I agreed to meet him at the building around 2:30 a.m.The building was an apartment building near the Harrisburg train/bus station. It was a tall, brick building that had been built in the early 1970s. This building had 13 floors.As Harold took me up the elevator he told me a little about the building and the fire tour. Even though the building had 13 floors, the elevator only went up to the 12th floor. The elevator shaft had been blocked off in the late seventies. No one lived on the 13th floor and the doors at either end of the hallway leading to the stairs were locked. We were to go up the elevator to the 12th floor, then take the stairs to the 13th floor, check the hallway through the door then go back down the building in a zig zag pattern using the stairs. He said that on the 13th floor is where he avoided going because it always felt malevolent.We got out of the elevator on the 12th floor and went up the stairs to the 13th floor. When we got to the first landing, the air began to get colder. We walked up the second set of stairs to the 13th floor and the door to the hallway. The door was steel with a large window taking up the middle of the door’s top.I tried the door handle, and as Harold had said, the door was locked. But I could tell it was locked in more than one way. It was locked physically, but someone had sealed it with what I would consider magick. Not necessarily to keep people out, but to keep something in that hallway.There were two apartments on the 13th floor; apparently like penthouse apartments. As I was looking through the door window, I thought I saw a black shadowy form move quickly from right to left through the apartment walls. I looked at Harold and said, “Did you see that?” “See what?” said Harold.I was starting to get creeped out. I looked back down the hallway and again saw the black form going back the way it came. I turned to look at Harold. “I saw it this time,” he said. “What is it?” “I don’t know,” I said and turned back to the window.This time something jumped out and said “BOO!” There was a face pressed against the window. I jumped back in terror. The only way I can describe this face was Charlie Manson possessed and raving. I heard screamed at me “GO AWAY! GO AWAY!”Believe me, I was inspired to GO AWAY very quickly. I ran down the steps all the way to the first floor. I’ve never moved so fast in my entire life. Harold followed me, but upon conversation I discovered he hadn’t seen the face, just followed me when I took off.Gods forbid someone figures out how to release the seal on that door and if they ever tear down that building and build a new one. That spirit will haunt the place forever.


ELLEN IS HERE!  

Posted by ishan khanna

well the world is VERY  hectic ....and a little bit of cool tv can't harm. but all we have  after a  tiring day is 'kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi'.......hahahaa

so now lets get some real cool stuff down here....here is my very   favourite show i'd never miss...the world famous  the ellen degeres show which is easily the best talk show there is....not only will  dear ellen's  jokes make you fall off you chair...you can discover various things you never knew about your favourite stars.....the incidences  can actually make you curl up laughing and the friendly games  make you so engrossed!

not only this...the talks are very cool ...like not all pure humour....some really serious stuff cmes out many a times and ELLEN  goes through it as though talking about the weather......i dunno how many of you saw the recent  show with taylor swift out there with ellen....it was so damn cool...

check it out guys....this is some real cool stuff......SAVE THE TV!