Thursday, December 20, 2012

Date a girl who reads..or better writes...

I had to reblog this post. With a small personal turmoil in my life, which I apparently don't feel like mentioning..maybe sometime later, I understood truly that always, and I mean always date a girl who reads if not write!

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
-Rosemarie

Monday, December 10, 2012

Life's unfair...

Truly when I think back on what life has given me, I think...I believe life has been extraordinarily unfair to me on many fronts. No I am not complaining, it's how it was meant to be, but I regret that it had to happen with me.

To begin with I had everything to be the best. Yes yes you might think 'Okay boss this is what everyone says about themselves'. But I know was. I always wanted to be the best student in my school, I did everything I could, but I never could. My teachers never treated me as that best student, even after I won the best student's award. I used to think I wasn't good enough. I tried harder, poured in more than my little me could give. It won me laurels but I was never treated as the best.

To reason out, I shouldn't say, but I have to, that while I studied in a Catholic school and I not being a catholic, I never was allowed to be felt the best. I don't talk against my school, for it's the very foundation on which I stand today, but on the way it treated me for the naive part of my life.

Well as I passed out of high school, I thought I was out of misery and now I shall be redeemed. But wait my college sucked at a different level. Oh my oh my! It was 2 years of utter misery. I was recognised, but I wasn't the best around. With my 10th grade marks I managed to bag a seat in one of Mumbai's best colleges. But you know what killed the happiness? To find that amongst the best, I was nowhere near the best. The recognition from my professors was a mere illusion. And you know fake things aren't worth living for.

So I began my struggle to be the best. I had to defeat them. I spent my days and nights studying, working my way to beat all my peers in my professional life. I had set higher aims, higher than I could achieve so that I never get satisfied and keep trying for higher and higher goals.

It was june 2008, and I remember the ecstasy on my face when I found I was able to out perform my peers in the examinations. Oh my joy knew no bounds. So what next? Engineering-the obvious choice for me. (I always wanted to be an engineering, but I don't enjoy being one now) Into One of Mumbai's best,  made myself a position much enviable to my friends.

I was 18 by then and I hadn't, what teens call enjoy'ed, my life a single bit. I was so engrossed in all this worldly competition I never went out for a date, I had few friends to talk to. People called me alien and machine. But I always told myself,
'Soutik, it's the sacrifice you made to be better at your professional life!'

And I still live by it. I don't regret not knowing what enjoying life was as my teenage flew past by. I don't regret myself having a girlfriend. To be honest I never found anyone worthy.

Come engineering, I had all I craved my life, recognition, a better stance in the crowd. I stood apart but I craved for more and as a result I am studying for my CAT while still presently being in the penultimate year of my engineering, hoping to make it to the IIMs one day.

I was glad everything was picture perfect. But life wasn't happy seeing me happy. For the very first time in my life I fell for someone. And I fell hard. Now you shall think my sad story is that I broke up with the girl of my dreams. Well apparently I di..
Well we both fell in love with each other. But we never dated. I wanted to but the girl was scared of loosing the friendship we have. We are addicted to each other. Now that we both look at ourselves we find that we have ourselves so entangled with each other that none of us can live without the other and we are so scared of loosing each other that we can't get together.

For most of you, this will be plain B.S. but put yourself in my shoes and the world's a different place.

Now we are at such a juncture that if we let go of what we have, we shall eventually break ourselves up emotionally, and if we get together probably we shall loose ourselves of each other for a lifetime. The worst dilemma I ever faced.

But as it has always been life's been unfair. Life would've been so different if I studied in a different school, or college, meet a different girl and so on so forth.

I shall probably write this same article again a fews years later, with what happened next but I hope my post title changes to, 'Life WAS unfair'.


Thursday, November 29, 2012

My angel!



Have you realized a dream come true?
For a moment, to all my wonder, I have!
To tell you just, it’s the most beautiful thing,
Nothing feels better than at least living it once.

I used to dream, day in and day out,
People said, ’Look at him, he’s out!’
But how could I give up? Oh!
It was out of my control.

Holding on to what I never had,
Until the day, it really happened,
Out of the blue, my angel stood,
In front of me, frozen, I looked..

Paranoid, I though, I sweat in horror,
She wiped my brow, calmed me with her warm glow,
She kissed me, the last time,
then sung some tune and went…

Oh! The melody, pure ecstasy,
It still play, my ears sooth,
Her kiss, my greatest treasure, ever,
I lived it once, but I still dream of My angel!



Castle of Glass



I thought I was strong,
But never knew I would break,
She ripped me apart,
Now how shall I get over this ache?

My friends used to tell me,
I had a stone for a heart,
Then why did it love, tell me?
What was she to melt a rock?

She was all I knew off,
For the few weeks we were together,
For now all that remains is the pain,
Remnants of a beautiful thing turned sour.

A stone for the heart is better,
It never endures misery,
I wished for a heart, so foolish of me,
Never knew the consequence would be such a tragedy…

These scars shall remain,
For time and age, they shall prevail,
They are marks of a terrible mistake,
Immortal as cracks, in this castle of glass…

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

You deserve the best!!!

How does it feel, to not be the best?
How does it feel, to realize you lost the bet?
The feeling’s terrible, trust me on this,
I failed to much to tell you this.

Never let someone,
Tell you your worth,
There’s always this ‘someone’,
Who’s better, and you’re worse.

Believe you’re the best, act like one,
Cause if you listen, the world will pull you down.
They never value what you have,
They shall crave for what they lost.

For your teacher, the ex-student,
For your lover, her ex,
For your parents, the other child,
Never will you be the best, if not in your eyes.

So be condescending, chuck the world,
They don’t care enough,
Give the best, think like the best,
Cause every soul deserves to be the best.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

I hope she hears that...


I met her, she left me in a trance,
So gracious, her walk was a dance,
Her lock floating, she said ‘Hey!’
My heart skipped a beat, I murmered ‘Heya!’

But it wasn’t me, she said that to,
I was in the way, fate wanted me to,
Listen to her speak, oh melody!
Her arms around his waist, ‘Shall we leave?’

Who was she? I think I knew,
An angel in my dream? I guess so,
Her imprint never faded,
Oh! I loved that girl, I feel faint hearted.

She left me, a summer before,
I never screwed up, I swear though,
She found someone worthy off,
But left me in a messy draw.

I say, “I am over her”,
My heart says, “no never”,
The exit wound hasn’t healed,
I don’t know, if I’ll ever heal.

There were many who came,
But no one could replace, the mark she made,
A fool I am, to want her back,
But that’s the trurth, I hope she hears that…

Friday, July 20, 2012

Both Sides Now...

This is a 1970 song by Joni Mitchell. This song is so close to my heart that I thought I will share it. The lyrics just connect even without the song. It surely is worthy of being called a poem. Please read the lyrics (if you haven't already listened to it) and tell me if it connected with you..



Bows and flows of angel hair,
And ice cream castles in the air, 

And feather canyons everywhere,
I've looked at clouds that way.


But now they only block the sun,
They rain and snow on everyone, 
So many things I would have done, 
But clouds got in my way.  


I've looked at clouds from both sides now, 
From up and down, and still somehow,
It's cloud illusions I recall,
I really don't know clouds, at all.  


Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels ,
The dizzy dancing way you feel ,
As every fairy tale comes real, 
I've looked at love that way. 


But now it's just another show, 
You leave 'em laughing when you go, 
And if you care, don't let them know, 
Don't give yourself away. 


I've looked at love from both sides now, 
From give and take, and still somehow, 
It's love's illusions I recall,
I really don't know love at all.


Tears and fears and feeling proud, 
To say "I love you" right out loud, 
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, 
I've looked at life that way.


Oh but now old friends are acting strange, 
They shake their heads, they say I've changed,
Well something's lost but something's gained, 
In living every day.


 I've looked at life from both sides now, 
From WIN and LOSE and still somehow, 
It's life's illusions I recall,
I really don't know life at all. 




Copyright rests with Joni Mitchell 



Monday, July 9, 2012

The South Park test...

It was a dull and dreary morning, the clouds obscuring the sun in all their darkness. There wasn't the slightest trace of pure sunshine anywhere. Whatever light there was, was impure - contaminated by the dark clouds. The only thing missing was rain - to make that November-end morning an epitome of sorrow, depression and hopelessness.

In house W-10, Scrotie McBoogerballs sat by a window, identifying with the weather outside. For him, life was equally sad, dreary and hopeless - if not more. "Good bye", that is all it said - careless and unpunctuated; the capitalization, a courtesy of the T9. His world was turned upside down. He was hurt by the neglect, and also by the sudden ignorance of his existence. He yearned for yesterday, when things were alright, but he wasn't smart enough to build a time-machine. He realised that he needed a distraction, to take his mind off the whole. He started by trying to suck his manly appendage, but owning to the lack of sizability and of a flexible body, he failed. He was sad again.

 He needed something else to distract him. I'll watch T.V, he decided.

 So he went to lie on the couch, and simply mechanically switched from one channel to another. In nothing did he find interest.

 He tuned-in to VH1. It was time for South Park.

 Maybe, just maybe, that will do it - given that its so freaking awesome, he thought. Maybe there will be something ridiculously funny to make you laugh your gut out. Yes, laughter - the best medicine, isn't it? Or is that Viagra? Dunno, something. But maybe it will help. Maybe some celebrity will be heavily picked upon today, and there might be yet another innovation in the ways to kill Kenny. Let's watch.

 But the half-hour passed, and it had not helped. He hadn't managed to laugh - or even grin, for that matter - at any of the punches. HE HAD NOT FOUND SOUTH PARK FUNNY!!

 It was then, that it really dawned on to him how deep he had fallen into the pit of depression and hopeless. He abhored his existence. He had lost all will, he had lost all desire..

 Two hours later, policemen crowded the neighbourhood.  In W-10, they found Scrotie McBoogerballs shot in the head, and hanging by his scrotum. The gun lay on the floor in all the blood underneath.

Suicide, they decided. So, they searched the house for a suicide note - because that is what all the morons do, write moronic notes and kill themselves.

 After a fruitless but arduous search, when one of the officers went to get some chilled water, the note was finally found in the refrigerator under a soup bowl. It went like this:

 "I do not wish not live anymore. I have spoiled everything. I do not think repentance will be of any significance. There is no way for me to get out of this - unless, of course, I kill.. Yeah, that will do it! I should kill myself! That is exactly what I will do, but getting back again.. My life is a lost cause now. I have chicken-arms, a bullet-head and I can't suck my own cock! And, if that wasn't enough, now even South Park doesn't make me laugh. And that just does it!

So if anybody ever finds this, I just have one message to pass on to the world:

 Boys and Girls, don't ever let yourself become so helpless that you don't find South Park funny. Remember, No matter what the sorrow, so long as find it funny, your life is freaking awesome! So, if you're ever depressed, take the South Park test - watch an episode - and if you are not amused by it, GO KILL YOURSELF ASSHOLE!

 Its all over. I can't take this anymore. It just hurts too much.

Good bye"

And so, after an unpunctuated farewell, Scrotie McBoogerballs hung himself by his scrotum.

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Copyright rests with Neeraj Deshmukh

Monday, June 18, 2012

Being with you...


I had seen it in your eyes,
Bright sun and blue skies,
Your heart was beating,
But I never knew it signalled cheating.

Seven years it has been,
You were mine, it's always been,
But the story was more than meets the eye,
You left cause he had blue eyes?

All the days I've spent,
Dreaming only you, wasn't pretence,
Your smiles, glittering eyes,
Weren't for me, sweetie pie.

I am devasted,
Oh no it's not because we separated,
I pity my being, swooning at you,
I am broken, being with you...

Thursday, June 14, 2012

True Love..

Well everyone writes poems about young hearts beating for each other. but don't you believe that most of them are fake? Yes ofcourse, the main hitch being that these young people get hooked within days and don't mind ditching each other right in front of a houseful movie permier (Such incidents actually make the movie more juicier. I guess every producer wants such things occuring in their premiers! :P) But let me today tell you a story about true love... well one found after 23 years of married life!!!

'Om bhur bhuvas bhav',
I gazed at the fire,
I am in a trans, I really don't know you,
The seventh phera ends, a bond is formed.
The pandit says, 'You two shall live 7 lives together..'
7 lives, I am not sure of this one yet!
With tears and sadness sulking in my heart,
I wade goodbye to the good ol' life,
And start walking on an unknown journey,
With a stranger, am I strange?
But that's how life is,
I started walking,
Kept pace with him,
I shouldn't complain, the ride was smooth,
We were in love but there was some part of me,
That never wanted to trust,
Until, the horror show!
I was scared as hell, my heart pounding right out off my chest,
He held my hand, my nails peircing his palms,
He comforted me, but I was way too scared,
But I trusted him for the first time,
My life in his hands,
And he was there to take great care of it...
That day, I fell in love for the first time..
We found our day of LOVE!!!

Monday, May 28, 2012

"Memorable" summer...

Well the summer's almost over, so I thought rather writing what I think I'll do, it will be great if I post a couple of incidents that occurred (with me in the spotlight, embarrassed) this very summer.


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It was right at the beginning of the summer and I had a break from my college. So I went to my native city. It was particularly hot that day and then over it there was load shedding. (freaks!) So the natural breeze became the substitute of the 'Air Conditioner'. I lay on the soft grass that decorated the aangan, under the shade of the huge mango tree. I watched as my nieces played in the sun, the heat hardly bothering them. I dozed off.. (which I shouldn't have!) 


When I woke up, my nieces told me how "cute" I looked and how they wanted me to take them across the town to my aunt's place. Well I was bored and the sun was setting, plus you seriously can't say 'no' to my nieces.

I took them to meet my aunt. It was a little weird cause all through the way whenever anyone saw me they stared at me, unusual. I somehow never paid attention cause it's sort of in people to stare when they suddenly spot a guy in 
culottes making his way through the streets where people are in dhotis and pyjamas.   


But the case wasn't that simple. When my aunt came saw me, she broke into hysterical laughter. She just couldn't stop laughing. Catching her breath, she managed to say,
"..have you looked in a mirror......"

"No"
..and ran to the bathroom

To my shock , there was my face ...with designs drawn all over my face...including a moustache, beard...big red circles on my cheeks... 

The little artists had utilized their canvas to the fullest.And to add to it, I had walked all through the way wearing that on my face.
I rather would have died I thought.


My second story also happened when I was sleeping...sheesh..maybe I should only nap at home in a locked room,with a burglar alarm.

This time though there weren't my nieces here. It was a trip to Goa with all my college friends. It was a perfect holiday, fun, frolic, booze everything you need when with your friends in a tourist paradise. 



Early morinng we all decided that we will be driving to South Goa to this particular Kolva beach. So far so good, we reached there and after the snacks decided on volleyball, not on beach but half drowned in water.

With the sun at its high we were tired, (rather I was) and we all laid our beds on the white sands of the beach and decided we will take a nap and get ourselves 'tanned' (I agreed, it was unusual that the sun could actually make me darker than I already am :P)

But as usual I dozed a little too early. The next thing I remember, some of the girls were giggling and mentioning my name. and the phrase "yeah ..that's a awesome, lets do it!!" 

I thought they were up to some other games and I seriously wanted to sleep! So I didn't pay any attention. (I should have though!)
Well then as I lay there I heard a familiar sound but not really sure or cared what it was ..just enjoying the warm sun.


I heard, "pssssssht ....psssshhhht ...psssssht .." over and over again and odd
cool feelings on my legs, tummy, arms, and a mixture of soft giggles.


Then I felt someone gently moving my hands, and again,
"psssssht...pssssssht..." and giggles

But my patience was up when some silly fly was bugging my face, my forehead, my cheeks. With the natural instinct I tried to hit the fly with my hand but rather I woke up with a startled jolt, there was something mushy all over my face. I jumped up and everyone around me was in hysteric laughter.
 


Well there I stood, covered in whipped cream. (the pssshhhht sounds I heard). My face at first turned beet red, but then I too broke in to hysterical laughter.



So there it is few 'memorable' incidents this summer. 


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Saturday, May 12, 2012

'Their' Future...


A funny take of the cruel effect of the Bombay Municipal Corporation's decision to demolish the old buildings and build new ones in their place...


Tall buildings, malls and multiplexes,
Concrete architecture replacing the grizzled ones,
As the city abounds steep, with its buildings touching the heavens,
No one cares about their existence.

I am not talking about the birds,
No, not even of the animals,
This isn’t even for the people living in blight,
This is a thought for the poltergeists.

No one cares about them, as the city abates,
The old edifice, their places to dwell,
Where will they haunt, if those are destroyed?
Isn’t it our duty to think of them, after all?

I agree they don’t pay taxes,
I agree they don’t vote,
But they were once the citizen, once alive,
Don’t they have the right to live, even after life?

So stop these gruesome acts,
Don’t make the ghosts homeless,
Those are their last resort to their peaceful future,
So, won’t you give a thought, ‘the ghosts’ future’???

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Finding my lost love...


It was 2009, December, the eve of my birthday, more than that I remember that particular birthday cause on that day I met my 'saathi', one that will be with me till date.


It was late at night when I reached the Nokia priority store, dragging my father into the store to buy me a new mobile phone. The salesman weary of the tiring day was not in all his enthusiasm to brief me on the various phones they stocked, but who cares, I had done my homework pretty well. It had to be an N-Series phone (for all those who don't remember, the craze for N series phones were almost as it is today for the iPhone) particularly N81.

The man brought out the new packed piece of the phone. My ecstasy knew no bounds. With the utmost care I tucked the box under my armpit and walked like a celebrity all down the boulevard.

That night I couldn't sleep. I explored each and every feature of it. I guess I knew more than the manual specified.

Today it’s been almost 4 years since I use the same phone. And as everything loses its luster so has my beloved phone. It is close to my heart but it doesn't have the feel which compels me to use it all through the day. It is something for me that only can receive calls and text messages, and believe me it no fun.

But as I thought that it has grown old enough to be replaced, there came the incredible ‘Vodafone Internet’ connection. I had to activate it due to work related issues, but it was something that rekindled my interest in my old buddy.

I am addicted ever so again to it. You will ask, ‘what's that great to have an internet connection on an old phone?’ Believe me there's everything to it. My phone was a 'smartphone' in its era, so there are mostly all the apps that have been developed recently. So the first thing I did was get all the apps.

So the vibrancy is back to the lusterless grey cell phone. I now on the move make all Facebook status updates, Whatsapp helps me connect with all my friends, sharing media along with IM, Skype, oh my I never thought my phone's front camera will be used, but with video calling feature, it sure does helps a lot.

I guess it’s been days, no months since I had accessed any social networking site on my PC! From news on the go to the silliest online games, I have everything now right in my palms, all I need to do is flip the slider and everything comes to live right on the small 'non HD' screen of my brilliant phone.

Internet on the go! What a concept! From me deciding to end my treaty with my phone and being on the verge of spending for an iPhone, I today have no regret that I have an old phone in my palms. It rekindled the lost love between us, what would have been better than this.



Fun sure is something that has been a feature with the internet on my phone, but it has surely done something much more valuable than that... I guess only people who love their phones as their girlfriend/boyfriend will acknowledge the true meaning and emotions that fill my heart as I write this post and update my blog using my old buddy!

Find your true love for you phone at www.vodafone.in/fun :)

Friday, May 4, 2012

What then?

Careful what you do,
 'Cause God is watching your every move.
 Hold my hand in the dark street,
 For if you do I know that I’ll be safe.
 Even if I’m far away and alone,
 I can be sure that you’ll find me there.
 This I know.
 You draw me close for a while,
 So quiet, you tell me everything.
 If I forget what you say,
 Then you’d come to me and tell me again,
 Yes, you’d tell me once again.
 But what happens when I know it all,
 Then what should I do after that?
 What then?

Monday, April 16, 2012

Again...


I stepped into the elevator,
It locked me up from a world so dire,
I look at myself in the mirror,
I see all the masks I dress the day, entire.

Am I real? I ask myself,
Which mask is the real me? I wonder,
I am so lost in this world of lust and duff,
I am many faces, the real me hidden deep under.

The elevator is my only solace,
The only place I am me,
Away from prying eyes, soothing my soul,
The cubicle is all I want to be, for enternity to come.

My world's a mess,
So many promises, so many tests,
If only I could run away from all this cess,
I would have lived my life much to it's fullest.

It reaches it's destiny, stops to a halt,
My illusional facade back on my face ,
There are tears under the mask, unnoticed they fall,
This is life I guess, so here I go again...

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Trust...

A small incident, is that enough,
A small quarrel, is that what it takes,
To ruin what has been built,
Through years of sacrifice and understandings?
Why is there this hollow?
Inside me that is making me feel,
I can’t trust anyone, I am no-one,
Whatever I do is wrong, why can’t I trust?
Why has my heart broken this way?
If it was for a girl, I would’ve been okay,
But this is worse than that,
When you feel, you are alone…
Friends are the ones you tell our stuff,
But if they become the cause of your rust,
There is nothing that hurts worse,
There is nothing which can ever repair this lost trust…

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

The DEVIL inside me...


I hate them,
Who bully the weak,
The one in need,
Who hear the clarion call,
And act for their families.

I hate them,
No matter how trivial,
Their jokes may be,
It pierces the victim’s hearts,
It hurts them beyond any thought.

Unknowingly, I did what I hate,
I laughed at someone’s pain,
Poured salt in his already throbbing wound,
I turned a DEVIL,
Laughed to disgrace.

No apology, no sorry,
Will ever mend what I have done,
But at least I know now,
I am not what I thought,
DEVIL really is wearing a Prada…

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Lenovo DONE THE WORK-Project

This is a competition by Lenovo wherein I have published my idea of a cleaner and greener tomorrow.

The competition will be judged by the number of VOTES each project receives. You can read my project details by clicking the pic below. Its name is 'Kill CO2 before it kills YOU!' (You can search my project if the link doesnt direct you there...)

All you have to do is vote for me (EVERYDAY if possible) if you LIKED my project. I will be very grateful if you do that.

Thanks a lot.