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Black Dream

2011-10-08T12:14:00.000-07:00

The room is all dark and gloomy
I walk up to the window
and peep at the outside world
the gardens, the butterflies
early rays of the sun, the stork
i see each one of'em painted in black
too black to differentiate
too black to identify and appreciate
I hear a sudden thunder in a far off world
a thunder without a lightning
I smelt the mud as it rained
I heard raindrops drizzle all over
erasing the blackness from the trees
the grass, the gardens
But alas! the gardens and the stork
have no identity without their usual black
for i can't bear the sight of them
wearing any other color
for i know of black as the only color
I'm the dream, the dream of a blind man

Travel Stories - Mumbai local

2011-05-21T03:40:00.000-07:00

Of all the people i reluctantly studied about during high school social studies, Hieun Tsang is one memorable person! He's this chinese man with those small eyes who roams around with a lamp on his head. I always thought "Idiot, open your eyes fully and you don't need the lamp to look around" or "Dude.. your long hairs coz of all the oil that the lamp spills?". The second thought is kinda sick, but i had all these thoughts about this cool chinky at that point of time...

Lately, i too have started to roam around like him, not in search of wisdom, not to meet some girl, not to enlighten the world, but for a cause even more divine, to shed some calories! Instead of the lamp, there were earphones and instead of long hairs, there's a bald head.. Whatever it is, here are some 'not so amazing, but story-worthy' tales of the travels

1. The lure of a coke:- If you don't booze, you have to love coke.. you don't have an option! Agreed.. but walking 14 kms in the sun for a coke, you must be nuts?? yea.. man!! So, this is the incident. I start on a walk for 7kms (slimming schedule) and the plan is to return back by auto since 14km is a bit too far. Once i start back, i see this ad of coke somewhere around and felt like having one.. But, at the inception of the thought, my alter-ego hit hard at me "Dude.. you woke up at 7am and just walked 7 kms and you are going to drown all of that with a bottle of coke".
Fuck you! alter-ego, i want the coke.. get lost now!
But the alter-ego persists to pester and i can't have my coke with this guilty feeling. So, what's the second option... "Walk back the 7kms and drink the coke".. No man, you must be kidding, the sun is already up and walking 14kms, you are mad!! and in a moment, i started my walk back.. sun beating strong on my head, like a man chasing oasis in a desert, i tread each step dreaming of that sip of coke, that sweet taste on your lips... aaah!! the pleasure and the motivation... as i walked back the distance, the only shop around where they sell cold drinks is.. you guessed it, CLOSED!!

2. New found devotion to god:- So, the damned coke had made me walk these 14kms; Though i am doing it, i am filled with guilt. Guilt that i'm chasing material things and i need to find some spirituality to erase this guilt. So, i started to roam around under the bridge into 'no man's lands', greeting strange creatures one moment and running away the next, i finally bump into this small yet beautiful lord shiva temple. I found a strange kind of association with him, new found peace and bliss at this temple. Reasons could be many or any, but the feeling is good. So, i start to spend good 30 minutes at this place with nothing on my mind. Have been doing this always except if the sun has already set. (Post sunset, i read in my childhood that gods and demons fight and you might be caught in the cross fire, so i never risked that)

3. B plans:- They said, "If you have to become an entrepreneur, you have to do an MBA"; "If you have to be creative, you have to attend seminars on creative thinking (and read books on out of box thinking)", also said by them.. and all the while i have been doing this with no new idea except the ability to copy ideas without being caught. But this one pot-bellied guy swept me off my feat with his entrepreneurial spirit. You generally see these people, at traffic signals, who tie a lemon and some other strange things into a knot and tie it to the vehicle. This particular 'whatever you call it thing' would supposedly put all the evil spirits away from you. He's just another such guy who chose a different location for his business.
Toll gates -- Awesome! At signals, you have to walk to and fro, and if the signal turns green, you have to move back etc., etc., This guy sits on a chair (with this pot belly) in the middle of the highway and every vehicle that passes the toll eventually passes through him. A larger customer base with little movement. Also, he is not selling his product, you are actually going to him and buying it. This still might be a normal thing, here comes the killer. On the third day, i saw him wearing a thick jacket. It's summer and woolen jackets? what's wrong with this guy? As i walk past him exchanging a queer stare, a biker stops by and our bellied guy ties this 'whatever you call it with a lemon' thing to the bike; As the biker offers to pay, they had a small chat and our guy picks out a pack of cigarattes from his jacket and hands him over for double payment. I am stunned! Simple logic, every smoker needs a fag and you have a one stop shop for spirituality and cigarattes. You don't have to stop some where else and buy that cigaratte, especially when you are already late to work. Though i don't see them inter related, this guy mixed the offering wonderfully well. Take a bow, pot-bellied dude. You are my inspiration!

4. The parked car on the highway: Guys! This one, i don't think is an apt story in a public forum. Call me if you want the details :)

PS: After all this, did i lose weight?
The answer is no. Reason: "Simple, The lure of the second coke is even stronger and my body can't stand a marathon every day"

Introduction (change of ishtyle)

2011-05-21T02:32:00.001-07:00

It happens...

The other day i met this good old friend of mine who is this hyper types and introduced him to this new friend of mine who is that 'where did he come from' types.. Looking at 'where did he come from' and me crack a joke and order a couple of coke, this hyper confirmed that we are very close friends and started to spill out everything about the new crush i had... incidentally, she's the other's ex and i have no way to hint this hyper "Enough is enough"... <>

ok.. let's set some expectations here. You must have the ability to distinguish fact from fiction and stop asking me 'those' questions. However, the above can happen to any one at any time at any place.. so let's get some fundamentals right. When you are introducing some one to some one else, there are a few things that they should know..

let's take this hypothetical friend, Phani Shashank (No.. no.. the one who ruled inferno with his awp drags is snakey and the one who camped at d2 is mojo, it's not the same one.. ok?). suppose this guy has to be introduced to this other hypothetical friend, Valcano venu at Lavangam's marriage, how will you do it..

"Hi, Meet my best friend, wH!teSnaKe a.k.a Phani,8 years"
"Hi Snake, this is Venu, 2 years, ff"

1. Alias:-
hint 1 to snake: wHiteSnake, there are no aliases to him.. read the hint, don't open your mouth regarding any of mine or lavangam's secrets!

2. Duration of friendship:-
hint 2 to snake: i know this guy for only 2 years, now, let's sketch this guy off n go find some galla n omlet!
hint 2 to venu: dude... i know him for 8 years and i hardly know you.. enough of introductions, now don't bug us!

3. Greeting:-
hint 3 to Snake:- In case you are high and can't read the first 2 hints, read this! I'm introducing him to you without a title.. not even a 'just friend' if not 'best friend'.. don't start the 'Potu, chicken stuff here'.. please!!

4. Ending:-
hint 4 to Snake:- ff stands for force fit, this Venu's forcefully fitted onto me and i can't get rid of him, tell him that some random Palli is calling us for a group snap and get me out of here. You get a jack Daniels pack for your act of kindness. Thanks.

Weird? No, Stupid? Yes. But, try it out and tell me if it works!! :)

Dedication to "A great leader and an extraordinary human being"

2010-09-03T12:31:00.000-07:00

When he was born, the first activity he did on the face of earth was to wink at the nurse in the hospital
When he was three, the only alphabet he wanted to learn was G for girl
When he was eight, he was expelled from school for his over-interest in maths class or rather the one who's teaching the class
By twelve, he's mastered astha chamma and tokkudu billa
By thirteen, he unlearned all these arts after realising they were not manly!
By Fifteen, he wanted to take LRR (Love, Romance and Relationships), instead of an MPC or a BiPC
By Sixteen, he was already reading Shakespeare in Telugu
By Seventeen, he wanted to go back to 14 and propose to his neighbour
By Eighteen, he replicated his favorite telugu movie scene at vizag beach
By Nineteen, his interest in bollywood rose due to Murder and Mallika
By Twenty, he wanted to do eveything that's French in his endeavour to become an eternal romantic
By Twenty Two, after two years, he learnt the language but failed to do anything else
By Twenty Four, he started dreaming, editing, adding or removing color and texture and linen from dreams, but always woke up before completing the dream
By Twenty Five, he tried an ice cream, a splendor, a chat, a bat, a trick, a flick all in vain
By Twenty Six, he got back to basics and tried all sorts of combinations from movies of all languages to get the mix for that 'Right Trick'
By Twenty Seven, when everyone thought it's all over, the sword is blunt, the tricks are old, he still fought like a true warrior, with weary eyes and glimmering hope
Now, Today, This day, At Twenty Eight, he did what he was born for, what he has been waiting for, he did it! He did it!
He'd have a preferred a different path, but the destination is met, the smile is there on face.. That's what matters at the end of the day :) :)

Congrats!! To a great leader and an extraordinary Human being!! On being the first to accomplish a dream!! :)

Why 3 idiots is not released in telugu?

2010-04-30T11:23:00.000-07:00

Ok... This was a complete "ultah" experience for me..

I went to this movie "3 idiots" today; long after all the other idiots have seen it. Going to this movie was more for claiming a social "success" of having seen this movie rather than my desire to run and see an "excellent" movie

As soon as i went into the hall, i had a "havell's shock laga" experience. The screen and room were so small.... i was like "arey bhai, mein tho clinic all clear ad dekh ke, bade screen mein sab kuch dikhta hai soch ke aaya... ye kya hogaya.. isme kyaa dikhegaa.. chal phir bhi, dekhlethe kya hai ye movie mein"... The mininess continued as the "big cinemas janaganamana" was sung as if some body is shooting at you and you need to retaliate only after the song... it's still good coz i don't have to stand for long (sorry my dear patriots, i don't sing janaganamana at all times of the day)... At this point of time, i was wishing the mininess to continue and hoping for some hot chick in minis to sit next to me. Phew! The macroness started post that and sorry... don't ask me to narrate the macroness!! :(

It might sound stupid, but through out the movie i was trying to answer one question... what if balayya accepted to star in this instead of letting Amir khan take the fame...

Scene #1:

Arey bhai, college kaa pehla din tu gaya, senior ne bola pant uthhar nahi tho pissing kardoongaa, tho thu andar jaake circuit banathaa hai kya, circuit... dimag ka circuit short circuit ho gaya kya... aur woh senior kaunsa c!@#@$% hai... tereko nahi lagne wale jaga pe shock laga, tho thu sab bandh kar ke chup baithe gaa kyaa... arey bhai, hum bhi engineering kiya hai, hum bhi ragging mein baitha hai but aisa senior - junior jodi ko jindagi mein kabhi dekha ni... agar wohi chancholdas racholdas (jo bhi hai) ka jaga pe hamara veeravamsa seemadhipathi kodavalla reddy (balayya, called vsk henceforth) ho tha tho naa, kya karegaa maaloom, unka bag se ek bahuthi loooong saa swoord nikalke bolega "arey ooo, thu mere hostel aaya, mere wing pe aaya, mere floor pe aaya, mere room door pe sussu karne kaa sochaa, mere haath mein kya hai dekh, isse abhi tak sirf sar hi kaata (Ok, i stop there, let your imagination do the rest)

Scene #2:
Madhavan aayega hero ke paas aur bolega "arey yaar, mereko wild life photographer ban nekaa, but saala idhar wild life hai yi ni... kyaa karoon bey"... Amir khan kya bola movie mein "beta jaa, thu hungary gaa, brazil ka rainforest jaa, waha ghoomo, macchar se katao, mein tho mere kareena se shaadhi karke mazey karthaa hoon"... woh bhi koi dosthi hothi hai... wohi rancho ke jaga pey hamara vsk hotha tho kya kareegaa maloom... chal camera le.. mere saath aa, abhi waha pe woh porugoorupadu kamadhipathi reddy ko dekha kya, mein abhi isko hunt karoonga... thoo wahi time pe photo click kar naa... tiger, tiger maloom yenaa, uska photo aajathaa hai;
Aur uske bad mein woh gandha pani hai naa, waha pein roll roll karke unko marta hu.. tab aayegaa crocodile... crocodile maane water tiger soch le;
uske baad poora hunt hone ke baad mein aake ek "winning roar" dethaa huu.. wo kyaa hoga guess kar... guess kar naa
madhavan: hmmm... gadhe?
vsk: arey gadhe nahi... isko bolthe hai elephant... woh roar ko ghreenkaram bolte hai log

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Memoirs of memories....

2010-02-27T23:53:00.000-08:00

It's good to have memories
memories of places
of gadgets and objects
for that matter, even that of cats and dogs
you can cherish them
dump them
recall n redump them
all at your own free will

But, none of these memories exist in isolation
They need a human touch to breathe life into them
you need people to spend great times at great places
please to laugh n cry; drink n dine...
it's the people that add meaning to the memory

And they add complexity too!
you can't dump them at will
They're subject to sensitivities n mood swings
you can't recall n redump them as u wish
Emotions could get hurt, hearts would get heavy
The pain's deep inside and more often invisible;
Distressed by this plilght
Good ol' memories would try in vain
to soothe the pain, bu to no avail

As time takes over
other people, other memories n other pains
follow suit
thus forming a vicious cycle in life's pursuit

What happens when you crack a PJ on V-day

2010-02-13T05:03:00.000-08:00

The PJ starts playing videos
Why? - because It becomes a VJ ;)

One more, One more...

What do you call the day when two valentines meet?
It's called a W-day
Why? - W is two V's side by side and deeply in love;
So V day is for lone valentines. For all the couples out there, start celebrating W-day;

V-day quotes

2010-02-12T20:54:00.000-08:00

Random musings of a lone ("by choice") valentine....

"A rich pocket is one that's single and spends in singulars"

When St. valentine conducted marriages some hundred years back, he's revered and his b'day is celebrated. Today, when our "so called" saints do marriages on the same day to honor him, we say they are "bad and mad". how strange :S

"longest day of the year - June 21
shortest day of the year - December 20
costliest day of the year - feb 14"

"Do i need to be reminded of my "being a free soul" achievement once every year?"

"If i say dec.23rd has to be celebrated as V-day instead of feb.14th, would you support me?" (Question to those who are familiar with the terms IMT and puli maayya :P)

Happiness

2010-01-21T07:49:00.001-08:00

*Happiness is a multiple choice question.. with negative marking (And i chose not attempt that)*

Donno why... as soon as the above phrase struck my brain, it sent me into a hyper... so posting :)

The week that was...

2010-01-18T07:14:00.000-08:00

The week that was... was so fcukin' awesome!!
It's like having a vivaha bhojanammbu after an amarana nirahara deeksha.. I mean that was the feeling after almost an year of utter choas, confusion whatever, whatever i was experiencing here...

Day 1:-
Flying at 35,000 feet in an indigo flight was an awesome experience for me. There were clouds above and below, the plane playing see-saw in mid air, pretending to nose dive into the arabian sea, it was crazily awesome. And it was much more awesome for my neighbour! No, it's not a hot chick who was mesmerized by my 7th pack. There was this nostalgic fellow who got a pack of gulab jamuns; he apparently doesn't know how to put them in the over head rack and ended up dropping all of them over his head.
Sweet experience that one!! ;)

Day 1 (late evening):- Came to chennai railway station presuming some train would be there to go to tirupathi (my goal for the day). Have to go back all the way to some other place and took a bus. After 5 hours of journey, was late by 5 mins and the gates to the seven hill god were closed. Slept in the bus for another 4 hours before my journey up. Felt like the homeless fellow whom cartman skates over in one of the south park episodes :P (For all the trouble i had, i completed my appointement with the seven hill god in a staggering, record smashing time of 4.52 mintues and got some extra laddus to eat.. so no complaints here)

Day 2:
Sort of a spiritual day with parents enjoying some pujas while me searching for godesses in a temple of gods (I know it's a sin, but... you won't understand le... leave it!). Post that, ate at this awesome place called saravana Bhavan (Suuuuuuper breakfasts), then slept really long long hours before i caught my bus-train to vijayawada

Day 3:
Spent meeting up old friend and few relatives. Made an impulse plan to go to bhimavaram (partly because of some relatives' insistence and mostly because of other reasons) went there.
Got bro's CBZ extreme; Went around here and there and while teaching car to one of my brother's heard a familiar sound of
dishhhhhhhh tuchhhuukkkk tapaaaa followed by yeyy, edava choosukokundaa enti aa driving
Broke the tail lamp of the car; This time my bro is the victim of my stupid direction :S

Day 4:
Back home. Eat, sleep, eat and then saw some 'supposedly funny' bendu apparao movie... decent timepass.. better than watching india at 53/5 on a flat track against the lankans. Met a few more friends and retired into the coziness of my bed for yet another 12 hour strech

Day 5:
Went to my hometown. As soon as i stepped on the land there was a strange sense of belonging to that place over the last 7 lifetimes. antha scene ledhu kaani, just felt good, anthe!
Then started the real fun. After some regulatory hi, how are you's the pekata rayudus' era has started. 10s of thousands of money is moving here and there in a scattered manner while expressions are varying from utter delight to complete dismay in a fraction of seconds. I was just watching all the drama wearing a card board that read "Good boy" in bold black. Every one had a comment for these good boys
"Hey you need your mom's permission to play cards"
"Oh.. you won't play cards, right? you are a good boy"
"Yea.. we are all a$$ h@#$@ and you are good boy.. come play"
these comments range from the mildest to the wildest... however some how, just some how with some sick stupid humor and few boobu kottu punugulu managed to get through that day
The ending of the day, however was awesome. There's this body (me) sleeping on a bed under the mango tree staring at the stars amidst the complete silence that was occasionally interrupted by the quarks of a frog. While i was just feeling that i had been staring at the sky for eternity, sleep took over

Day 6:
Started off with a "kousalya supraja rama" from a faraway temple. Then sun slowly sneaked through the leaves waking me up. After the usual chores, decided to become a bad boy. After anxiously waiting to try my luck in the game of hard luck (alias cards) and entered the arena with a corpus of 700 bucks. In 3 minutes i've lost 300 bucks. I got my math right pretty quickly and moved out of it thus saving 400 bucks and a life time of addiction and having lost my "good boy tag". 300 could buy quite some good things in life!!!
Thereafter, played a game of edupenkulaata ( a game where there are seven stones, 2 teams, one cricket ball, 3 nela baars, 3 bouncers and unlimited running and fun). Quite tired after a hard game, had lunch followed by a nap. Then came the moment of reckoning in the evening.
Went to a place that was full of chicks and chickens. There was this traditional kodi-pandem contest between our village and neighbouring village. Our village won 4-2 in a 6 game series and while this was happening i was busy checking out some chicks from our neighboring village. None from my village were good :(. Amongst the whole bunch, there was just one dove amongst a huge set of pegions and crows but my sensor was quick enough to catch and lock the view on that dove and guide my eyes wherever the dove flies. The dove as well managed to catch a glimpse at me, but whether that glimpse was that of irritation or admiration is something i failed to comprehend (Doesn't matter anyway). Ended the day with my routine star gazing sequence.

Day 7: coming soon

Left lane begging

2009-12-18T08:29:00.000-08:00

As usual.. something stupid... read on if you are a stupid!! :P

There has been a radical shift the way beggers choose their target audience. Until a month back, it was the right lane people (Ones sitting in cars, autos) that they used to focus on! Very recently, they have shifted to left-lane audience (Drivers of heavy motor vehicles alias lorries). I was so confused and the waiting is so long i started to think of potential reasons for the strategy shift!!

a) The car/auto fellas are feeding this community for too long and out of their "beggar budget"
b) The lorry driver's one rupee has a more emotional-rupee effect than a car owner's one-rupee
c) All beggars suddenly tried to enter the previously ignored niche market of lorry drivers creating a "nishe-urpulus"

4 P's of arranged marriage :P

2009-12-02T09:41:00.000-08:00

A degree in MBA has taught many things and one among them is the ability to market each and every thing.. Let's see how this fits into the marrriage markets for an indian bride.

The 4P's of arranged marriage:-
Person - Bride's dad comes and says "See this photo, his name is J K V R S V Kumar. You will be marrying him on 23rd december. Period"
Place - He lives in Chicago, some downtown/uphill something... but Chicago is the place
Post - Also, he's a senior technical lead in a big MNC
Package - earning 12 laksh per annum.
The question here is which P is she marrying... that JKVRSV idiot, or some unknown place of chicago, or his stupid 12hr sloggin post or his 12 lakh money... Marketing experts says, you can't treat each of the P's in isolation. Only when you integrate them, you can have a good brand

The 4P's of love marriage:-
Purse - Honey, i want to go to Taj for dinner today
Personality - Hey, your masculine look is awesome yaa
patience - Sweetheart, why don't you just wait for me while i buy a hanki.. i won't take more than 3 hrs
Popularity - Hey, you know what. My guy is this, my guy is that, he's so kewly awesome
Now, these are a different set of P's. You have to see them in isolation to understand the brand.. Good money, nice time spent, nice image with friends, all's good when you see them in isolation. When you try to integrate all the above P's, all you see is a "why did i every fall for her" guy who don't know the purpose of this existence....

That's not all... There's one more P here who is
Picchekkina (maddened)
Pani leni (work less)
paatu leni (sense less)
Puneet (Me)

:P

The Art of cribbing

2009-11-20T12:19:00.000-08:00

You crib
He cribs
She cribs
They crib
We all crib.. It's become an integral part of our work lives.
They say it's bad, it creates negativity, it hampers creativity, it makes you feel bad etc., etc., and etc., SCREW THEM!! I repeat, SCREW THEM!!
Find below the list of amazing things that cribbing can do:-
a) It gives you that feeling of a complete work day (A day without cribbing is a work day lost)
b) At its peak, it gives that kind of adrenalin rush that only scotch and s** can give
c) You always have a better story to tell than your co-cribber (It feels good being better than your peers... at least here)
d) You go back feeling relieved and with a feeling of acheving something
e) When you quit.. the only thing you miss would be the "crib sessions"

So... when you are in a job, CRIB, CRIB and CRIB.. That's the only way to be HAPPY :D

Dedicating this to my co-cribbers........
- An eternal Cribber

Airtel Connecting people presents --- The "i'm feeling pretty emabarrased... but" moments----

2009-09-20T11:59:00.000-07:00

Moment 1:
Me: hmmm.... (rubbing my head)..well, i'm feeling pretty emabarassed to ask you this. But i'm waiting for my girl and my mobile is out of charge. Would you mind if i borrow your mobile and tell her that i'm waiting at this place
Girl1: yaa.. sure, not a problem
(Pick her phone, ring a number and the phone rings in my pocket)
Me: Okaay.. Now that i have your number, how do you want me to save it :)

Moment 2:
bell of the neighbour's house rings
A beautiful girl attends the bell
Me: Hi.. i live next doors... well, you know.. i'm feeling pretty emabarassed to ask this, but i mis placed my mobile somewhere and am unable to locate it. So if you could gimme a call on my mobile, i can start the search.
She: Ok.. and she dials my number
Me: (After a brief search) yaa.. got it.. thanks. As a return to your favor, In case you are searching for something/some one and you haven't found yet, you always have my mobile and my door bell. I'll be waiting for the cring crings :P

Moment 3:
I meet this girl in the lift who lives in my floor. As she was about to enter into her house.. I stopped her saying
Me: "Hey.. you live in this house?" wait wait.. i just got a call from your room mate saying that she was trying to call you but you're not reachable. With a sarcastic smile i continued.. Apparently she had some important work and she asked me to tell you to come an hour late to home today.
She: why?
Me: How am I supposed to know.. i know it's a pretty emabarassing situation for you, but why don't you just spend some time at my home till your roomie completes that important work and you can go back after an hour.
She: Ok
we both go in and started talking about various things and in the middle of the discussions, i ask this question
Me: "You stay alone or with room mates?"

Moment 4:
Me: Hey.. You know what.. I've got this new awesome "magic phone"
She: What was that
Me: It's got some super kewl sensor that detects the beauty of the caller and the phone rings only if the caller is beautiful
She: Shut up.. Impossible
Me: You bet! Wanna try? Dial 9867531421 and see for yourself...
She: Really? Let's see... she dials and the phone rings..
She: So
Me: So what.. you're beautiful and hence it rang.. simple!!
I got her number.. I'm happy!
She thinks she's beautiful.. She's happy
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You guys got some meaningless timepass.. you're happy!! ;)

Sri Krishna Leelamrutham

2009-06-25T09:07:00.000-07:00

I switch on the TV and this new Bhakthi channel had this blue guy dressed up in Peacock feathers, with a flute in his hand saying “Each individual has to pay for his mistakes”. Apparently, this guy is called Mr. Sri Krishna and he’s been watching every one of us for the past 10000 odd years, his only task being to ensure that each one pays for his mistakes. He’s heard to have given people extra lives so that if he somehow missed one in this life, he would ensure they paid back in their next life
When the first time I heard of this I was like shit scared. ICICI collection agents were much better man. They had Supreme Court overseeing them. But this guy, Oh my god! He’s this omnipotent, omniscient, unaccountable force. I started to recount all the sins I’ve committed when nobody’s around. While I was committing each one these, whether it be stealing a snack from the road side shop, copying in the exam, winking at the girl in white, I always doubly checked my surroundings to ensure that no such Sri Krishna was watching me committing these sins. How am I supposed to know that this blue colored guy who is always visible in TV and on walls of houses roams around with an invisible paint and he’s at one hundred thousand different places at the same time? The whole idea sounded like a fiction movie but my grand-mother told this whole thing while I was a kid and I never knew this guy is for real until I faced him recently, in fact just yesterday.
I was coming back late at 4AM from office in an auto and while I was trying to stay awake just to ensure that the auto guy doesn’t kidnap me or take a roundabout route to steal that extra buck from me, I felt a quick bump on my left and there he is. There he is the blue guy with his trademark peacock feathers and flute. As I was still trying to decipher if it was a hallucination, he gave me a slap on my forehead and started to converse with me. I quickly recalled his familiar face and I know whom I’m with.
Note: I wish he’d converse with me in English so as to cater to universal audience, but he knew he’d be better off with me in Telugu and hence the following conversation ensued.SK hereon means Sri Krishna and Me would be Yours truly.
SK: Orey donga naa kodaka… Choosthunna choostunna anni choosthunna
Me: Nenaa… nenemi chesaanu
SK: Nee ayya! Emi teleenattu emi natisthaavuraa… nee girl friends daggara aadu ee naatakaalu, naa daggara kaadhu.. nene natakala rayudini ante nannu minchesaavu kadhaa raa nuvvu… naa daggare jeevisthunnavu
Me: (Ayya! Eediki anni telusemo) Kaadhu nijamgaa emi chesaanu nenu (Manasulo recounting all sins)
SK: Orey Picchaa… chee boothulu teppisthunnavu kadhaa raa… nuvvu chesinaa papalu list ni oka excel lo tayaru chesthe adhi open chesinappudalla naa system hang ye… Inka aagithe vere panulu kooda jaragavani nee bharatham padataaniki night shift lo maree bayalderaanu
Me: (Wow! I got a business opportunity) you know what, Mr. Sri Krishna. You can actually outsource this activity to us. We do data analytics to many of the top companies and I’m sure you’d feel relieved of your pressure if you bank on us
SK: (Okka kshanam alochinchi) Nee ayya! Tantaanu raa ninnu… Ninnu tannataanikosthe naatho business mattadathaavuraa… Mattadakaa… Moosey… Next 5 minutes assala mattadaka.. cheppindhi cheppinattu moosukuni inu
Me: Alaage
SK: Muuyyy! Muyyy annanaa
Me: (silent)
SK: (Pulling out his laptop from thin air through some spell).
Me: (Oh fish! Intel G12 processor, 16ZB hard disk, 24TB RAM, this guy is 100 years ahead of us…. Dumbstruck)
SK: (He opens up \\Desktop\Puneet Sins1.xls and boy oh boy, he told the truth; It took a mammoth effort to open the list of all the sins and there it is. Two Lack Twenty Four Thousand five hundred and fifty six, growing at 14.6% even at the time of recession).
Me: Oye… Anyayam idhi.. Kaneesam 23 years kooda levu, intha pedda list aa…. Dobbicchuko, naaku teleedhu
SK: Muyyamannappudu muyy… lekapothe tosesthaa auto lonchi; idhi only part 1; ilanti charithralu manaki moodu vunnayi… Entha pedda customer vi raa baabu nuvvu naaku
Me: Mari antha pedda account unna cusomter ni kadhaa.. mundu discount adhi mattakunte pothandemo
SK: Thuuuu Thuuu nee… aaapu
SK: Aaru yellu, six years, Che saal; vere baashalu neeku raavu kaani; Arey naaku ardham kaaka aduguthaanu okkati cheppara… Aravai debbai ellu vacchina musalollu kooda edho pani chesthaaru kadha raa… Tippi Tippi kodithe Iravai ellu levu, aaru ellu assala emi cheyyakundaa khaalee gaa elaa koorchunnavuraa
Me: Ante appudappudu age of empires, counter strike, football avi ivi aada gaa. Madhyalo gali tirugudulu avi ivi evoti vunnayi..
SK: Naaku kathalu cheppakurarei… aatiki kooda baddakemeraa neeku… assalu elaa raa baabu.. alochistene naa burra chedipothondhi
Me: Ante SK, naatho oka nela vunte nerpistha… mastuntadhi life.. neeku ardham kavatle.. alaa podukuni dreamland lo kellli or ceiling nunchi raaluthunna sunnanni choosthoo, alaa aa ooge chettulu, dikkulu choosthunna kaaki, puncture padina tyre.. ivanni emi andaalule asala.. abbabbabbaa swargam kanipistaddanuko
SK: nijamaaraa
Me: Nijamaa naa, nuvvante ee papa paritoshikaalatho busy gaa vundi life ni miss authunnavu kaani.. choopisthaa dhaa… .naatho paatu oka nela koorcho neeku life ante ento choopisthaa
SK: vedhava veshaalu naa daggara eyyake.. inkaa ekkuva sepunte nannu dobbichedattunnavu kaani, nee ayya nee punishment list idhigo, nenu velthunna.. nenemi vinaledhu, nuvvemi cheppaledhu… haaam bheem phatt… ammo ammo!! Nanne marchesedattunav kadha raa ekkuvasepu ikkadunte… idhigoo list… nee edupedho nuvve eduvu.. nenu matram inko saari nee daggaraki raanu raa baabu
And the list reads:
- Slog 20 hours in the office
- Go and work on weekends
- Crib, crib and crib; The more you crib, the more you’ll have to crib
- You’ll gain additional weight
- No girl returns your stare
- You’ll get everybody’s sympathy you never wanted
- You’re salary will always be less than actual due to some issue
- You won’t get a leave to go home and bask in the ‘old style’ glory
- No TV to watch T20 and footie matches
- No intent to play computer games
- No time to sit and stare at ceilings
- No more 8 hour sleeps

I reached home just as I finished reading the list, paid the auto wala double the money as I was still reeling from the multiple shocks just encountered and sunk my head deep into the pillow.

I M B A

2009-03-27T10:04:00.000-07:00

I MBA or I'M BA??

I frankly don't find a difference between these two statements. I've Spent the last 2 years in transforming myself from the latter (B-Tech though) to the former (MBA). But what i did and what i learnt was nothing more than enjoying an extended break of 2 more years.

The other day one of my friends called me up and asked "Dude... My prof in TIME says we need to slog our asses off and study like 1000 pages a day. How do you manage". I was like "1000 pages? Yaa.. some times even 2000 you know, you need to learn better time management and speed reading is very crucial. You know what, sometimes you have to stay awake for 3-4 days in a row to finish off the projects and presenatations. The expectations are very high and the competetion is intense. You can't afford to be complacent, ever." The other side of the line remained in pertrified silence as the dude on line stood expressionless fearing what would happen to him once he joins the M.B.A cadre.

For once, just for once, strictly between you and me let's speak the facts and let's illustrate them with an example.

There is something called a colored drink and there's something called a coke. Even though they taste the same, "the coke" costs 5 times more and sells 5 million times more. Now if you consider coke as a brand and map it on the keller's perceptual brand conciousness map you can find the emotional attributes are maked to the top right quadrant while the percieved goodwill occupies the top left quadrant. If you perform a guassian relation analysis on that you'll find that percieved value of taste is far surpassed by the brand imagery which further indicates a higher aspirational quotient for the soft drink category.
Now, I never understood that sentence and would never believe a person who claims to have understood such a sentence. But we MBA's proudly say that's what we feel are the reasons behind coke's success and repeat many such sentences with slight changes in the names and spellings day in and day out. To cut the crap short and put it as crisply as possible,

"You bullshit your way out of the fools who never knew how genuine bullshit sounds like. That's all and that's MBA."

and btw, in the coke example all i meant was "It's the feel you get while drinking a coke and not just the taste that matters". Now if i say this, everyone would that say he knew it and rightly so. And when i bring in percieved value and guassian tests i get paid for saying what every tom, dick and harry knows and why not... let's bring in lavoiser and newton and ask for a double pay. :)

Let's solidify our stance on MBA with another example
Four kids were involved in an MBA discussion:

kid1: Hey.. You know what, i wrote only 3 pages for the third question

kid2: Really.. I managed to write 4 with some tables and drawings and underlined the side headings. Yippie! I'm gonna get a grade more than what you'll

kid3: You know what.. i used color pencils and drew a flow chart for what each alphabet meant and how the alphabets N, A, F, T, A came into existence in english litterature

kid4: F*** ***... I just wrote the full form of it

(Just for record sake, the question was... "Expand NAFTA")

and the grades are out...

kid1: B, kid2: A-, kid3:A+, kid4: C (just passed)

kid3, quite dissatisfied with his results requests the teacher to give him an A++ (a grade that doesn't exist) so that he'd be the only one in his league.

And my dear ladies and gentlemen an MBA is a place of matured souls and hence please do expect to find a mixture of these kids with approximate compositions being

kid1 types: 20% (will upgrade to kid2 types in a month), kid2 types: 30%(will upgrade to kid3 types by the end of a trimester), kid3 types: 45%(they can't get any better(read worse)), kid4 types: 5%(50% of these take an year to upgrade to some level and the other 50% don't change... atleast not for numbers and marks)
*All percentages are subject to an error quotient of 0.1%.

To summarize it all, one of my friends in an emotional burst once rightly said, "I'll manufacture bullshit without feeding any bulls and make money out of it, If needed i'll outsource the manufacturing business as well." I hope he understood what he meant. After all he's also an MBA.

woooowww!!! Now i'm a complete man

2009-03-14T11:39:00.000-07:00

"A complete man is one who in his life time has atleast once smoked, drank and went to jail" said my social teacher while i was in class 3.

Three hours ago, for Rs. 3, i've spend three times three (9) hours in jail. Unbelievable! believe it and that my dear ladies and gentleman could happen only in the land of miracles and guns, ghaziabad.

The background score is somewhat like this. A shabby looking student rushes to the railway station to drop his friend and accompanies him to the platform(no.2) without a platform ticket thanks to the heavy queues. While returning he gets caught by the ticket inspector and the story begins...

There are around 90 people in the room. 6 pickpocketers sitting in a row on a table, 3 chain snatchers and 80 other regular ticketless travellers and ME (sitting right next to the pickpocketers). It's now 10A.M and i've been already sitting inside that for 3 hours. An open bathroom coupled with cultured ghaziabadi folk added flavor to the occasion. Three armed guards stood vigil at the gate to ensure no one escapes the room. Everyone else there felt so like home over there. They have no exams, no presentations, no pending movies, they were really enjoying the place and the ambience. I was the only one not feeling like home over there.

Then enters sher singh, a tiny man in his mid-40's... the name of a sher, the size of a macchar :P. He's a true ghaziabadi to his core. Had a slight bulge over his pocket which for sure is a 0.34 mm glock, he started cursing and shouting slogans and slangs. Man, he's got so much emotion with him. Soon everyone started loving the 'sher singh show'. A show with yogasans, drama expressions and lots and lots of bull shit. I, for one never understood hindi and for the first time repented for my inability. However his emotions and expressions surpassed language boundaries and touched everyone's "laughal chords".

Still it's 12 noon and they said the magisterate would be in somewhere around 3 P.M IPT (Indian punctual time). Meanwhile i've been inventing a reason every 5 minutes in the name of exams, presentations etc., and etc., to escape their clucthes and none to any use. I waited, I waited and then.. I waited again.

It's around 3 PM and the magisterate quite shockingly arrives on time. I was scheduled to be 67th in the list to meet him despite being their first frag of the day. My continuous cirbbing about exams, presentations finally did good for me. They called me in first, thanks to my exams story and faked tensed expression and more thanks to some positive manipulation by the "master manipulator" (more about him in next blog) :D. They put us all (me, the chiansnatchers etc., etc., in a single straight line, ensured the straight line is straight and set us on our way to the magisterate). Boy oh Boy! what a feeling. All the attention is on me. The passerby's, vendors everyone's staring at me in awe! Being too modest i could not digest such appreciation and treaded ahead in steady steps. After 10 minutes of wait i enter the magisterate's room

The following conversation happened in English (English and ghaziabad ain't the most romantic of the couples, but then.. it happened like that only)
Me: Good evening sir
He: You did not take ticket, why?
Me: sir actually i had to drop a friend and by the time we arrived the train's already arrived and there's a big queue and so i had to rush to the platform without a ticket.
He: But, but that is wrong
Me: Sir i accept it and it's purely unintentional and my first time. Moreover i have been waiting since 7 AM and already lost an exam and paid the penalty. So be considerate (some stupid story in here in order to save some bucks)
He: After 6 months.. u come at 7
(I was like aaah.. what did u just say? Did it actually mean something? and gave an expression that meant the same)
He: This is a criminal offense and i'll put u in jail for 6 months.. then u come at 7 after 6 months
I was about to say... "Yaa, 6 months, i come, u go, thattt only"
but somehow controlled and said "sir, it was unintentional be considerate"
He: No intentional or unintentional.. fine is fine... go
Me: (i go, u also go) thanks...
and paid 256.67 times.. i.e., 770 re fine for a bloody 3 re platform ticket

and thus... I completed the missing element of my manhood (After having tried smoke and booze long back)

ps: All the characters, events and descriptions are truths truths and only truths

WIN FREE GIFTS!! (it's not fake)

2009-02-16T09:10:00.000-08:00

"Life should get boring every now and then. well.. with out it, life'll be too boring."
Now let's not discuss on whether or not i made any sense (ofcourse i never made!), but i have to do something in life. That i know, what? i don't know.
So, i opened up a piece of wood pulp (known as a "book" in popular lingo) and opened it's first page. There lies the logo of our college in a beautifully faded blue along with a date that was out-dated by a month or so. "A 100 re. fine!" i grinned as i turned to the back page to see it's price. "Rs. 95", it was written in bold black.
Obviously disappointed with my efforts to study (My parents always were), i switched on my pious laptop that has gone into "Mute vratha" a month ago. During a dream or something like that i got a golden oppurtunity to score from my goal-post and as result there she lies. A white dell inspiron lying naked on the ground in the cold without a shiver or a scream and as they say. the rest is history and it wouldn't since then open it's mouth neither to sing a song nor watch a movie.
I venture out for a street talk to find a company and alas! the street doesn't talk. It's filled with busy people. People busy doing nothing, People busy dreaming and people busy realising their dreams and there i stand embarrassed amidst all of them without a dream, but with lots of time.
So, like a shrewd investor, i decided to invest my time so that i get it back with interest when i need it. Now the big question.. where to invest?

ANSWERS/SUGGESTIONS WELCOMED.... AMAZING GIFTS ASSURED IF YOUR SUGGESTIONS YIELD RESULTS

If only...

2008-11-30T12:10:00.000-08:00

Today is a good day. A day to remember. I attended my first class which eventually turned out to be the last of the 20 classes scheduled for the subject (Though the attendance register says i missed none). I see a new face, an young and energetic fella in his mid 30's, dressed up pretty formally all excited to take the class surrounded by a small bunch of poor souls begging for that extra attendace. This guy is supposedly the instructor of the subject :). I felt like going upto him and say "hi,this is puneet, i've come to attend your class, u may introduce yourself very briefly and start with the class" but some how couldn't muster up the courage to do so. My favorite seat was already waiting to be occupied. The last seat in the last row. The one entity in the class i miss the most. It's been with me since my childhood. It has hidden chits for me, made creaking sounds when the prof overshot his time, managed not to break when i jumped from atop the desk, it's been with me in times good and bad. I merrily occupied it and started to read the newspaper of yesterday.

The class starts with its usual ritual.. roll call
1,2,3....
sir: 02; me: present sir (the tone is dull)
sir: 22; me: yess (finally the momentum is building up)
sir: 26; me: yes sir (the voice's flat this time)
sir: 35; me: presentt;... sir: who's 35; me(raising my hand): sir, 35.. (never mind, i'm 42)
sir: 36; me: yes sir (in a harsh tone)
sir: 42; me: present sir (moving to my left)
sir: 59; me: yes sir (occupying the empty seat on the right)
huh!! half the purpose solved... got the proxies for all my proxy buddies.

As the "innovation and creativity" class inches on, the "other half purpose" reckons.. It's a 2 minute impormptu presenation that carries a 10% weightage. My turn comes up and so does the topic "poetry"
I was like :O as soon as i heard the topic... thus i spoke
errr.. ahemm..
The noon is sultry
boring is the subject of history
Tasty is the chocolate pastry
whether this classifies as a poetry
or simply a stupid rhyming story
is still an unsloved mystery
ahem!!
while on the other hand
in a far off land
there is a certain band (of people)
who weild their poetic wand
touching several hearts at rand(om)
for them...

The concept is true
and the depth felt
the audience is you
and the complexity dealt

There is that rhyme
echoing at the right time
evoking a feeling
that keeps your heart reeling

It shall be written neither for fame
nor for rhyme
It was a mere portal
which made human expression immortal

huh! My 2-mintues are done and i come back and take my seat. The chick in black sitting next to me threw a smile and followed it up with a compliment "you were nevous". In case you were wondering what my definition of compliment is... some days back, someone famously said "An optimist receives comments as compliments" and i am an optimist :) ; so i followed it up with a scenic dream duet with the chick in black. By the time i'm out into the real world the class is over.....
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If you were wondering why i missed 19 opportunities of being part of such a happening class and 100's of many more other classes...
here's the reality for you
- I get caught and loose 4 attendances for marking a proxy
- I fumble and mumble and tumble and jingle for a 1 minute prepared presentation
- No chick in black, no com(pli)ment, no duet :(
::angry:: Now, tell me one reason why i should go to class ::angry::
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The more you think of them, the less they happen

2008-11-12T05:37:00.000-08:00

For the past 45 minutes he hasn't changed his cross-legged, left thumb on right-toe pose. He stay as much in the same state as he was when India got it's penultimate wicket and is desperately waiting for the last bail to fall off. Another hour tick by and a few more minutes for the stalemate to take centerstage. He's nervous, he's sweating, he needs some fresh air! (or does he)... he needs India to win, he continues to sit in the same pose

For the past 3 days, he spent sleepless nights thinking of the "she" he's always thought of. He's done all sort of crazy things for her which he terms as "funny and embarasing" to his friends. He's done that willingly time and again and she's accepted them gleefully back then. she's accepted his friendship, accepted his gifts, accpted his mischief, accepted everything but him as a lover. He continues to wake through his insomnia

For the past 20 years, he spent all his life aiming to become an engineer and build a dam to his village. Despite his inadequacies coupled with poor facilities, he worked hard, real hard to move closer towards his goal. The closer he went, the more he realised the "dreamy element" of his dream. He tried real hard to convince and he failed once. He's spent all his life on this and petitioned one last time to try his luck and wait anxiously for the result. He continues to wait for his life's purpose

Just for the sake of record.....
India lost the match
she married "some one else"
The bridge was never built

Now, the underlying question is... BUT WHY??
DON'T ask me, i donno.. plz enlighten me if u know :)

The minus 2 (-2) effect:

2008-09-23T15:34:00.001-07:00

At 16, Cesc fabregas is the youngest goalscorer for arsenal football club.
At 6, Puneet varma is the younest 3rd grader in school (or proabably the whole locality)It makes a good news item and only a good news item.

There is nothing to cheer about for being way younger than the bunch. The endless list of being the "paraolympic kid" follows:

a) Outdoor
- I used to get beaten up in every fight in the school
- My sole aim in any outdoor competition was NOT to stand first (from last)
- I celebrated when i made it into the 10-men kho kho team of our class (total strength - 11)
- I've never won any prize in any outdoor gaming event

b) Lovedoor
- Indians have this stupid notion of not falling in love with elder women (i am an indian)
- Junior and most of subjunior girls join the above cadre
- At any stage, i am always too young to crib about this to my older "still-single" classmates
- The sarcasm in "you are still a kid" is just unbearable
- My little brain is unable to comprehend the increasing levels of feminine complexity

c) Miscellaneous:
- My advice is always disposable by a single sentence "arrey.. he's a kiddo! forget what he said"
- Most of the times there is truth in the above sentence
- There is that odd feeling that lingers all the time during the ragging sessions (most of them
are 3-4 years elder to me)
- Brain is expected to work over-time to make up for the lack of experience (though it ended up in hibernation, that's a different story all together)
- People presume i'm 24 while i'm still 22 (it feels painful, especially when u claim u're still
21years, 10 months old and round it to 21)

The train

2008-09-16T06:18:00.000-07:00

After three hours of hassles resulting from a mixture of
- ghaziabad's amazing transport system
- my own punctuality
- my superb understanding of hindi as a language
- my watch deciding to run 10 minutes late
I stand there surprised to find some jagjit singh, 42 assigned to my berth. With two minutes for the train to leave i realised that i have got upgraded to 2nd a/c (was pretty delighted) and took my berth (side lower it was)

I sit there disconnected completly from the outside world by the curtains, long and thick ones dipped in dark blue with white roses embroidered at will all over them. I sit there with my legs streched out peeping through the window, laughing at my hindi and at the past 3 hours that made me almost miss my train. The long journey, 27 hours in lenght starts ticking. I just re-check my defense against it which include a laptop, 3 india todays and a brain ever-ready to dream. I chose to dream for a start. To dream of being the producer, director, actor, lyricist, singer, cinematographer for a movie titled "say something new". As the protoganist dressed in full black jumps off the eiffel tower suddenly the curtain opens leading way to a beautiful hand that caught my gaze followed by a more beautiful face. I knew that the train halted at agra and for a moment wondered if i was staring agape at the taj. Two beautifully carved eyes stuck like pieces of art amidst the marble white of her face. They are followed down south by a beautiful long nose and a pair of small round pink lips that wrapped up the mastepiece. She looked pretty emabrassed at my gaze and i soon followed course and managed to divert my eyes off her. Both of us waited in silence, waiting for the other to talk/smile whatever. Both stood by our adamant silence as she sat in front of me cross legged peeping through the window. The train picked speed and the silence is growing dangerously silent. Barring excpetions of a few throat clearences and faked coughs there was no other sound to be heard. Finally unconsciously i started to appreciate the better beauties of the nature that lay beside the india today i was faking to have been reading. She broke the silence with her sweet voice and extended her hand as she pronouced her name. I was too dumbstruck to hear it. Struck by the sweet movements of her lips, I could not hear a word of what she's said. She waited for a response but i was long lost in her thoughts. I managed to regain my senses and introduced myself and said all sorts of pompous things which i would not have said even if i were asked to introduce myself to some mukesh ambani.

She said that she loves reading books and talked at lenght about ayn rand and sidney sheldon. With my limited acquaintance with those authors i managed to speak some no "non-sense" (or atleast i thought so). Then the topic slowly shifted to poetry (my strength) and i decided it's now or never. Armed with a few tens of poems (which lacked any form of poetic sense) my confidence boosts up, but not for long.
she: What type of poetry to u write
me: what type? (god.. i didn't know the types of poetry, i only know rhyming and non-rhyming and meaningful and meaningless... help help, F1, F1)
me: ohhh.. type... hmmmm.. not one in particular u know
she: but still u must be liking a genre right?
me: yeah.. i'd prefer romantci
she: ohh.. shakespearean or lakeside
me: hmmm... both
(i didn't know what they meant and decided i can't take this any more)
me: ok.. i don't like any type of poetry. I write poems and i write for fun. They only have a thought and an overall meaning that are in coherence with me and my mood. That's it, no genre, no inspiration. yes, i know, poetry ain't that way, but i am like this only
she: (burst into laughter as soon as she heard that from me).. we've a name for that.. that's called my-type. As a matter of fact i am also a "my-type" poetess who write just for fun and timepass but still love it more than anything else. Except for some wikipediaed info, i am an illeterate in this genres and stuff
me: (sighed in relief) haa! we've got a poetess.. great! can we have a poem.. please
she: (blushing) no.. no.. sometime later
me: sometime LATER, later, later (kept repeating the word with a hint of sarcasm)
she: ok.. ok.. one of them

I dream of a song
a song with a meaning
a song that carries a feeling
I dream of a song
a song of love
a song that's about you
I dream of a song
a song in the rain
a song that takes away a pain
I dream of a song
a song of the farewell kiss
a song on how i much i miss (you)
I dream of a song
a song of life
a song on us
I DREAM...
(All the time the poet inside me is slowly dying of inferiority complex and by the end the funeral cermony is long back completed). I stare at her with an emotion that's a mixture of awe, envy and just everything.

Some-how, just some-how i appreciated her whole heartedly (i couldn't have done this to any other poet) and i stare at her with a wide smile that made her blush further. Then she asked me for a poem but i couldn't recall any of the "good ones" partly for fear of looking stupid, partly as i was yet to come out of the surprise and delight i just experienced.

she: now, the my-type poet.. your turn!!
me: u make me feel envious of you and feel down and out.. i can't with a smile
she: don't try to run away! i won't let you (signalling that she'dnt)
me: k.. since english poetry is already covered, i'll say one in telugu
ninnu parichayam chesindhi naa chelli
aa taruvtha kanapadledhu nuvvu mallee
vethikaanu nee kosam prathi galli
aarateesanu andarini gilli gilli
chivaraku deeni talli
adhe telugu cinemaa story mallee
settle ayyindhi nee pelli
naa gunde talla dilli
manasu sanna gilli
aina attend ayya nee pelli
endukante
raadhu kadhaa malli
free gaa oka killi
(This was a rhyming poem about a lover attending his lover's marriage for the sake of eating a pawn). Absolutely senseless, but amazing rhyming!!
I cursed my choice of poem selection as her eyes grew wide and wide and the smile extended from the left to the right ear. She suddenly burst into a heavy laughter that lasted long enough for me to join her in the act of laugh riot.
A few strands of her silky long hair slipped over her lips as she laughed incessantly. without any answers to "why did i do", "what am i doing", "have i gone mad", i extended my hand to clear the hair off her spotless face. The magical touch of her cheeks took me off by delight and surprise. I retreated to immediate silence realising the gravity of the act. She casually ignored it and continued with her laughter.
The time of seperation has come. The train halted and i've to leave now. i refuse to accept the hard fact. I get down the train saying good bye to her and the sweet time. Just as i was to go back home i recall that i've forgot something in the train. I reboarded the train and asked her for her mobile to call my parents as they haven't yet come to recieve me. As i dialled the number, thephone rings in my pocket ;)

What can you do if....

2008-09-05T10:40:00.000-07:00

The keyboard works awesomely wrong and you get a w++ when u type a w
(This seems a crazy case, but yes! it is a true case)
- kick it, smash it
- kiss it, cuddle it
- intoxicate it (preferably scotch if the keyboard's a costly one)
- blame it on moon (since it was vinayaka chavithi)
- add a "-" after every plus to negate the effect
- spell w as uu.. after w is double u
- go for a version fallback (w++ could have been a modified version of w like c++ for c)
- Define w in your keyboard as a static key (then it's value can't be
increased to w++)
- get w out of redcross ('+' is the symbol for red-cross and proabably w is a new volunteer wearing the badge
- Get a dozen sumos load of shouting and sword rotating rowdys from karampudi to seperate the love-struck couple w and +
- last and probably the worst of all.. call the service center

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You see a girl and you like her.. but she's french
- Grow a french beard
- Go watch french kiss (for those "who thought something else" folks, it's a romantic classic starring meg ryan)
- write your name with a dash over every e and pronouce d as dhhh
- go and say "nenu ninnu premisthunnanu".. If she asks to repeat, tell her el neno ninno el premisthunnano.. This time, just walk away.. don't wait for the reaction
- Learn to eat pasta without hand-picking out that sticky material that glues to your mouth
- just say "irava mupiambre ____".. fill ___ with whatever u want to ask her.. "irava mupambre means it's better to take" as far as my french knowledge goes :D
- get her out on a walk in the rain and write a poem on her... believe me! it works.. after all, french and drench rhyme (use wrench, bench, clench, trench in case u fall short of rhyming words :P)
- be prepared to wear 1-2" soles (average french female height exceeds the average indian male height by the number of medals india's going to get in next olympics)
- last but by far the best option, forget her and get some indian girl on track!

Another olympic gold for india... yippie!!

2008-08-20T10:15:00.001-07:00

Hang on!! Am not another sport critic/patriotic indian celebrating Bindra's gold.
The other day i was slightly inspired seeing Usain bolt strike the track for the second time and leave everyone dumbstruck with his lighning speed. And unfortunately my dad also sees him run and sees the slight spark of inspiration in my eyes and he was like..
dad: No use sitting here and watching them. It takes years of practice to even go there.
me: Years of struggle for 20 (sry.. 19.30 seconds to be more precise!).. what a poor time sense.
dad stares angrily (he knew i would never run a sprint in olympics)
me (sitting there thinking if there's someway i can be in olympics) and suddenly this idea strikes me.
I recall the hardships i've gone through during the day
- woke up at 9 after mom splashes water on my face for the third time
- Tooth brush sits on my bedside with paste well adorned over it
- Breakfast and a bottle of water ready as soon as i come out
- As i finish my breakfast and relax, a pillow automatically covers my back and the fan starts to rotate without me even wishing for it.
- The tv switches on and the channels swap till i say "stop"
- The same cycle repeats as if it's the rule of the nature
awesome!! ladies and gentleman presenting to you youngest gold-medalist from india (@21), the reigning world record holder for the longest hibernation (9 days in december 2007) and the gold-medalist of 2008 beijing men's heavy weight lazy bugger.. "ME" :D
pour in your congratulations in the form of comments... Afterall i've struggled 21 years learning to be lazy and believe me it's super tough, but thanks to my parents, buddies and above all my lazy spirit for helping me acheive this miraculous feat. I promise that i'd never let u down and bring in more honors for me and my country in the future. Jai hind! good night!!

The one good thing i've done in my life

2008-06-26T10:25:00.000-07:00

(In the ground)
The junior batch comes in and the much awaited ragging session, legally named as personality development program starts.
After having slogged their a***s the whole day from 5 am till 12 noon, juniors they sit in long lines shouting their serial numbers after having barely slept an hour for the past 3 days for no good reason.
(In my room)
12:00 - 12:30 The day changes, mr. sleeps starts to knock my eye-lids off balance.
12:30 - 1:00 mr. sleep could have won over me long back had it not been for the "one good thing for the life time". I lay down deep in thought (still keeping mr. sleep at bay) as my ego and alter-ego fight it out for the nth time. ego: "aah.. forget it! last year i too had the same fate, other than two odd incidents i slogged over there whole night without sleep, afterall it's fun! let's do the pdp and if not, atleast lets not spoil the fun of my batchmates"alter-ego (in a philosophical tone): "fine, if u want to forget how happy u felt when that senior rescued you and how disgusted u felt with life when u have to stay awake two nights in a row, very well! rest in peace, but u'll regret this later"
1:00 - 1:30: The last word "regret this later" is the last phrase i ever want to hear from my concscience and i heard it. Now, i've got no other option other than killing my sleep and venture out on the so-called "humanitarian cause" which i modestly call "paying back the honors to my few good seniors". Donned in a colorful tee and a faded shorts i venture out under the mask of a "harsh and demanding senior" calling people at will and taking their intros in a rather harsh demeanour.
(Back to the ground)
1:30 - 2:00: The junior in front of me looked awe struck at the sudden change in the tone. He bagan to wonder why the same senior (read me) who till a minute back was talking to him in a harsh tone asking the same stupid questions, frightening and commanding him and suddenly, as we walk a few steps away from humanity the tone has changed into a friendly one. All sorts of doubts wander through his mind. "Is this senior faking something?", "Is he going to rag me personally, that would be more hell", or just in case "Is he actually good?". As he stands there stranded and confused he hears the magical words resonate from my vocal chords."Do you want to go and sleep"
2:00 - 2:30: I see the look in his face. His eyes speak for themselves. Though "thank you sir" is the only word that's uttered, i could hear lot more of what his eyes has spoken en route our way to the hostel where he was safely dropped near his lobby.List of few un-uttered phrases"aah.. finally i get some sleep""why ain't every senior like this""huh... at last""Thank god! not another sleepless night"
2:30 - 3:00: One of my batchmates holds me and accuses me of saving the juniors from the pdp's
ba#1: so.. you're spoiling the fun
me: heh! (and try to walk away)
ba#1: This is very bad. Do you know that you are actually spoiling them by not letting them interact
me: Dude! Tell me the names of five seniors out of the 100 odd over there who are actually there to enlighten the juniors
ba#1: (followed by a prolonged silence) but still they can clear their doubts and interact with thier batchmates
me: As far as clearing the doubts and interactions are concerned, they have got a whole year to do that and i hope you haven't forgotten the fact that you and I were amongst those umpteen numbers who cribbed day and night about this pdp and were disgusted with life and career choice.
Tell me one thing very frankly, do you see anything other than sadistic pleasure and female despotism in these sessions
ba#1: despotism?
me: hehe.. self-coined term for those who are really desperate to have a girl/boy friend
ba#1: ha ha ha.. true dude! but still...
me: (interrrupting) there are not stills and poses here... Are you joining me or not

And hence the army rose to strenghts.
May be the 10 odd spartans ain't enough to rescue the whole suffering bunch. But they sure would make a difference.
May be they could barely manage to let only a few tens get their rightful sleep when they actually needed it. But they gave the spirit and inspiration.
May be they saved them only once during the whole week. But they passed on the feeling of indebtedness.

Index

2008-05-30T20:07:00.000-07:00

The last few days experienced a sudden burst of "blogthusiasm" (self-coined term that was derived from linear addition and midular substraction of blog + enthusiasm) thereby resulting in close to 10 posts in half as many days. The next few days, i would be blogbernating (again self-coined term derived from linear addition and midular substraction of blog + hibernating)

so.. this post (poem) is an attempt to create an index (not exactly), or what can be termed as a brief description of what can be expected out of all the blogs that are displayed in this page.

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Suddenly, the rhyme is out of the life
as philosophical prose took center stage
ideas and thoughts are still ripe
as i continue to explore the confusing maze

Disturbed sleeps filled with red ants
Nights spent without work, without sleep
Disturbed dreams full of complaints and rants
childhood stories that revolved around the toy jeep

Some nostalgia, some dedications
some rings and roses for the occasion
Few lines that manage to rhyme
Few blogs whose copyrights i proudly claim

enjoy!! :-)

A lifetime's wait!!

2008-05-30T17:54:00.000-07:00

"Ye vayasulo mucchata aa vayasulone teerchukovaali" goes a famous telugu saying which translates to "You have enjoy each of the phases in your life only while you are in it"

Till a few days back, i still believed i'm kiddish enough to realise those long-back dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams. One of my female friends recently said "You are still a kid!" :P and this saying made me believe that i'm still a kid.
But recently, very recently i came to know that relatives in my village have started talking of my marriage.
I was like "C'mon, child marriage is illegal.. You semi-educated, brainless, marriage hurried **** *********, how can you marry me off at such a tender age".
slowly, the hair over my head started it's journey down west
Kids in the neighborhood started addressing me as "uncle"

Now i'm really scared that i'm getting older (orkut shows i'm 21! :O) as the time ticks! and i might just get old before realizing the long-dreamt, still-remembered childhood dreams.

so... i'm archiving my wishes if in case, just in case i couldn't relish them in this life, i can refer to them in my next life which probably would be a virtual one where people marry on shaadi.com by clicking the button "MARRY NOW" and have children by clicking on ad that reads "Want a smart, cute baby who goes on to become chief scientist in NASA and marries miss norway?
"CLICK HERE"

whatever.. here's the list of things of long-dreamt, still-remembered dreams!

- Wear a police uniform (complete with hat and belt) and tuck in auto-reload 34.4 muscle .22 glock commando (never mind, it's sold during srinamanavami in our village for rs.10 and is nick named erra police gun)

- Go to the tuition (Every kid in the neighborhood takes the lamp (thanks to the 14hr/day powercuts) and goes to the tuitions. As an outsider i always believed and still believe that i'm missing out on all the fun and i still don't know the fact that they're actually slogging in there

- Propose to my maths teacher
I am smart,
she is hot,
what else do you want

- Race the car with a bicycle
I still remember the summer afternoon when the cyclewallah overtook our school van and managed to keep the lead over a strech of 7km highway en route my home to school. That day on he was my hero and i dreamt of only one thing day in and day out. I saved the 100 bucks given by my grandmother for diwali to buy a new "gear cycle" (brand didn't really matter) to defeat the honda city of my neighboring uncle.

- Kick the bheemboy of our class
There is this guy named bheemboy who used to bully us all the time and once he won a battle of 1 vs 11 where he's pitted against the rest of the class. Since then i started eating pizzas, chicken, prawns and grown so huge so that i could kick him strongly one day.

- score 1506 (251) 0*4, 251*6 in an ODI
I didn't knew that there was a no-ball and i could score runs in it. so 1506 or what i call at heptaple triple century is what i've always dreamt of and is the reason why i still play cricket at 2A.M

Sleep-breakers

2008-05-29T22:20:00.000-07:00

Imagine... Just imagine

- You are a "slow-sleeper" (which supposedly is the term for a person who, once woken up, takes good amount of time.. say 10-30 min to get back to sleep)
- You've just slogged in the office for 10 hours
- You go to bed at 10P.M since you had a bad sleep last night and are in need of a real sound sleep
- Some past/present/future love-stories disturb you and keep you awake for 2 hours in such a sleepy situation
- You sleep late in the night (say 12 mid-night)
- At 1A.M there's a call from your family/friend inquiring something
- At 2A.M there's a phone call from your mobile provider offering caller tunes at Rs. 50/- and u've just got disturbed half-an-hour back by a message that reads the same
- At 2:30A.M a red-ant bites your hand and the hand swells
-At 3A.M scores of red-ants explore through your head and hair biting at will
- 3A.M - 5A.m: You try in vain to hush away the ants and they follow you like the hutch dog. You turn to the other side of the bed, clean the bedsheet, whatever, in 10-15 min they're all over your head, hairs and everywhere out of nowhere.
- 5A.M: you give up fighting with them and sit on the bed thinking what to do to realize that you've got an important presentation today
- 5:30A.M: you are about to sleep just when the ant hoards are back to business

Imagine this happening everyday for the past 2 weeks
Imagine a time-line that's 6 hours ahead of the one mentioned.
Imagine all this after slogging in the night shift

Imagine ME!!!

Strange feelings!

2008-05-28T19:53:00.000-07:00

I come back from office at 4 A.M (yes A.M it is..) and think..
"oooh.. what's this strange feeling in my head. Man that girl in white has made me crazy. My head is probably wandering all around her. It feels strange, blank! huh! what has she done to me...."
finally i get the answer,
Idiot! This lady in white is called sleep... now go to bed
zzzzzzzzzzz

Carrying the expression of LOVE

2008-05-28T05:18:00.000-07:00

Probably the most incompetent person to speak about this topic. But this' out in a burst of romanticism. You are welcome to read but cautioned not to follow for these are the advices of a perfect noob in this sector. :)

How to express your love to your beloved!!!

Analogies:

- Her milky white skin glitters like a star in the darkness of the night
- Love is the bridge between two souls
- The early sun smiles like the blossoming flower
- kindness, as vast as the sea; beauty, as bright as full moon; walk, As nimble as a swan;

Using analogies is the best way to make her realize she is your world and in everything you see (the night, the bridge, the flower, the moon) you see her, and what else does a girl want...

Contradictions:

- I wait in the garden in the middle of the desert
- I see the darkness and hear the silence
- Happiness and sadness grab both of my arms
- She is a happy pain for me

confusing! delighting! and still confusing! yes, the confusion that lies in them forces to think deep into what's said and hence help her to see the inner meaning of what you mean! Awesome way to express your feelings.

Poetry:

- she's a breathtaking beauty
she's never hasty
at times, she's a bit naughty
in short, she's my deity

It rhymes, and the rhymes go straight into her heart and make an impression deep inside it.

Sentiment (that's never meant):

- I'll die without you
- For you, i'll do anything
- I can't feel/see anything in your presence

One irreparable damage the serials have done. When they can't hear these dialogues on the idiot-box they want to hear them from your vocal chords. All the parties involved (you, she and the dialogue) knew that nothing was ever meant but it still sounds like music to her ears.

more headers coming up.. have to leave now.. will update soon!

A dedication to the dude...

2008-05-23T05:37:00.000-07:00

'Only one sweet character in this whole world finds relevance to the character and or incidents mentioned here and that character must be glad that he/she's getting world-famous now :) ; If any other characters too due to some reasons, factual or fictional, find little, some or complete relevance with the character, incidents mentioned here, it is by now clear that you are from a parallel universe for there can be only one dude in a universe and that is our dude!!

The "dude", the protagonist of this post is a concept king. When he's bored, he gets involved in a crazy concept and acts with the smartest (read as shittiest :P) logic of all times... here are a few samples

concept of cold-mind
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" said someone, a century back
"shivering is in the mind of the shiverer" said our dude, a year back;
when a person feels cold, it's not the environment that's actually turned cold, but his mind which for all its sins starts to feel the cold and starts to shiver. If you stop thinking that it's actually cold outside, you feel warm and comfortable. Unbelievable logic! Believe it! i personally tried it during a trip to Simla at -10 degree temperatures and it worked wonders. I almost froze off into an ice-man before i realized the cold-truth

concept of childhood sweet-heart
Manasantha nuvve, potugaadi poem, dude's love story... what's common in all this!
Long-back happened, Long-cherished, Never-forgotten, Still-in-love childhood love stories with the same happy ending!
Who said movies and reality are different. Atleast for some, the movie stories and poem dedications are based on their life stories and these people help maintain such sweet concepts in good shape. Lucky you! you rock dude.

concept of a fake-high
We've heard of fake-votes, fake-org*s, fake-notes, fake marriages etc., etc.,
Ever heard of a fake-high? Our dude can produce that in a jiffy. He drinks with half-a-dozen of his friends and after two pegs, two of his peg-mates are already in a state of flotation alias high. So our dude thinks that if he delays his high for long, others might think that there's some problem with the genetic engineering inside his body and it needs some structural restructuring. Whatever!. so our dude starts acting as if he's on a high. He stands up, falls on the ground, kisses mother earth, talks shit, acts shit and behaves shit-headdish. Next day he comes up and utters in my ear in a low-voice 'That was a faked-high'. I instantly reply with a looks which meant "Everyone knew that :P"

concept of confusing the confused
"Erra lorry, Nalla Lorry, Tella Lorry"... Try repeating these for 10 times in a row.. i'm pretty sure u'll mess up with words. These tongue-twisters are fun.
But there are some advance versions of these tongue-twisters called brain-twisters (very different from brainteasers) which our dude has mastered.
"Nee lanti pani paata leni valla pani paata lenu panulu cheyyataaniki nenu pani paata lekundaa vunnananukunnava" which translates into something like "Do you think i have no work to do the work of you people with no work who do no work" (this line misses the punch in the original line) which further translates into "@#$%@#&@#$%@#$%@#$%" when interpreted by the mind.
He's one confused soul trying in a confused manner to confuse the other non-confused souls and ends up confusing himself further! A confusing logic from a confused soul. Now stop getting confused :)

concept of wishing theorems
"Give respect and take respect" said once an old man with gray hair.
And our dude is a staunchent follower of this mantra. He goes to the extent of wishing the theorems and algorithms in text book before exams as he expects them to do him favors during exams. While going through them, every now and then he raises his eyebrows wishing it "hey recursive algorithm, how do you do" or "hi, NP is a subset of P, long time, no see.. where have u been" etc., etc., and he says that they do good for him in exams. Splendid, studious, stupendous... or is that just SIMPLY STUPID? :p

The great indian middle class marriage - 3R's

2008-05-23T02:32:00.001-07:00

Outcome of yet another "crappy" discussion...
ps: Certain biases would be clearly evident... This is not a philosophical analysis, it's just a time-pass... so u're expected to do the same while reading this...
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Who is better off as a couple
a) A rich couple
b) A middle-class couple
c) A poor couple
The right answer is: d) none
But there are certain natural forces forced upon us wherein coupling is a part of the torture god's blessed mankind with... Let's quickly analyze who enjoys this torture the most with respect to the 3R's that're closely associated with couples. Ring, romance and restaurants

Ring: A medium that carries the expression of love

A rich couple: super-posh diamond ring: Beautiful, Precious, Captivating, Everlasting
The wife sees the ring and says "Oh! it's so beautiful, i love this"
If the ring in itself is being more beautiful, more precious and more captivating than their marriage, it's the ring that's of concern and not the marriage. Medium surpasses the expression

A middle-class couple: Plain gold with little or no extras: Memorable, symbolic, senti'mental'
The wife sees the ring and says "i love you dear"
The ring here is the hard-work of small sacrifices done by her husband over the past couple of months and it carries his message of love towards her in a perfect manner

A poor couple: A copper/brass ring with their names written on it: Shabby, non-lusturous, waste of money
The wife sees the ring and says "I asked you to get rice, now how r u going to feed the starving children". feel sorry for them! when life's all about fighting to stay alive in the race there's no reason to celebrate the win!
The expression fails to flow through the medium

Romance:

A rich couple: Exotic holiday at maldives, Sunbath at San marino etc., etc.,
Their idea of a happy romance is taught by books and TV channels. They fail to see that romanticity is subjective and customized. Their money and lifestyle lures them into doing such unromantic and stupid things.

A middle-class couple: Sitting together on the beach, Dinner on roof-top, Dancing together in the mid-night rain
The idea of romance is nurtured by their own fantasies and few cine-concepts. They've just enough money to replicate a setting and the rest is left for the mind to romanticize it to the max.

A poor couple: Having a good dinner, going to the local market etc., etc.,
The idea of romance arouses the fear of the future. "So far so good, but what do i do tomorrow." There's been a constant fear of the tomorrow that swallows the pleasentaries of the romance.

Restaruants:

A rich couple: They go to a nice restaurant, pull the chair back by holding it with the index, thumb and middle finger of the left hand, seat in an 80 degree angle, pull back the chair in two uniform swings, pick the napkin with index finger and thumb of the right hand and place it carefully on their lap. huh! i would starve to death rather than follow this schedule... and wait! the real thing starts here. The waiter appears.... husband likes macaronni with some pepperoni and bonguroni. Wife loves green salad with spinach leaves and lentill roots. Both order seperately, eat seperately and leave... what did they just do... "EAT"

A middle-class couple: With the savings of the week, they go to a decent place to dine and the waiter appears. Husband like chicken 65, wife likes chilly prawns (very spicy). They've finances for one starter and the sacrifice season starts. Wife sacrifices her prawns to her husband's chicken and husband reciprocates it by getting it done spicy. For an outsider it seems to be one spoiled up dish that fails to satisfy either. But for the husband having been touched by his wife's concern for his tastes, fails to feel the spice in the dish and the wife already being so happy for getting such a nice husband doesn't care whether it's chicken or prawns or sea-weed. what did they just do... "They had a sweet little spicy memorable experience"

A poor couple:They go to a road-side hotel where the ambiance is very bad. The food smelled burnt and tasted awful. There's been no chicken pieces to share in the chicken biryani and the veg manchurian tasted so awful that the husband ate all by himself since he didn't want his wife to taste one of the baddest things in life and the wife mistook the husband to be a glutton. All this at the expense of the money they've saved skipping lunch for the past week.... "One bad memory they'd rather not have"

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I am NOT a married person and still have a long way to go before i experience the rings, romances and restaurants and am also NOT in any hurry to experience these. Therefore, DO NOT make any stupid assumptions :P

Dream index of happiness

2008-05-17T19:50:00.000-07:00

Brief history of "the dream"
For ages, measuring happiness has been one of the major challenges for gods. They've been drowned with requests with each devotee asking for more happiness. The gods are confused on how to distribute the limited happiness to the unlimited desires of the unlimited population. So, the gods decided on a metric to measure the happiness of a person and invented the concept of dream.
so, the gods would install this new version of dream.exe into every new human they create. This concept worked wonders for them. Though the generation, visualisation and interpretation of this concept is highly complex the crux of it and the report generated are very simple. Let's see how the dream analysis goes (in gods own words)

case 1: You wake up from the dream and think.. "oh man! what a dream, aaah... i wish i could continue this dream" and slip back into the dreams with a hope to continue and 'holy fuck! the dream continues....'

analysis: dude! your life can't get any better... you are now in the best phase of your life and cling on to this phase as long as you can.. make minimum or no changes to it becoz believe me! any change would only make your life worse... you have all the free time with you, all the spirits on the high, angels on the song, sexy girl friends on the bed, dads bank balance in crores, class toppers without studying and what not... never ever ask for more... your life is one happy dream!! stay in it the way you are! To be frank, at times, we gods envy you!

case 2: You wake up from the dream and think... "aaah.. nice dream!, ok.. nice start for the day!"

analysis: You are the good definition of a happy life. you have got most of what you've dreamt of and what you've prayed for. you've got a nice job, decent acads, good-looking girl friends, nice restaurants to eat, a pulsar to commute... you just don't ask for more but secretly in your closet pray for a better job, a honda city a sexy chick etc., and we gods generally put your requests under spam filter

case 3: You wake up from the dream and think... "i guess the dream was good... but, what was the dream.. i just could not recall it"
analysis: Life's slightly going on the bad side of the road, but you revel in the sight of the good side of it. You live with aims, aspirations, dreams to realise, work hard, over perform, work over time, say "no time dear" to your gurlie, manage to be the pillion rider, watch a movie every now and then to escape from the reality and pray for better comforts in life. Your prayers are justified and we gods make a "pareto analysis" and realise 20% of your dreams that give you 80% happiness

case 4: You wake up from the dream and think... "These days i don't get any dreams... what's wrong with this bed"
analysis: Idiot! there is nothing wrong with the bed. Everything's wrong with your life. you are slipping into the abyss' of sorrows. Now rush immediately to a temple/mosque/church/watever nearby and pray. These are the people still searching for a job, searching for a girl friend, day-dreaming past their stop in the local train, lying at home to get money, free-riding the parties and talking to themselves. They want an immediate transition from an auto-puller to a merc owner, from a kite-flier to an astronaut. Their requests and dreams are too exorbiant which pisses us and therefore we might just give them enuf to push them up to those of type 3. if you can remeber the quote "Athigaa asapade magavadu, athigaa avesapadey adadhi sukhapadinattu charithralo ledhu" which tranlates to "A man who wishes for more and an woman who is aggresssive is never happy throughout history" and we gods created this history!

case 5: You wake up from your dream and think.. "Fuck! what kind of a dream was that.. man, i can't sleep with such dreams.. shit!"
analysis: you are one fucked up soul, trapped in some fucked up circumstances in some fucked up place in this world. we gods can do nothing to get you out of this mess. Do something on your own (if you can) and switch to the above level and then we can do something. otherwise! commit suicide and come here. sorry boss! we just can't help you
ps: we gods never use the f-word so frequently in general, but this is one fucked up case

conclusion: The above five case can happen to any person at any time at any phase of his life and they keep on changing from one phase to another.
I've been like in 3 out of 5 cases in the last one year

Whatever, finally i've got a reason to praise the gods... Amazing index dudes... you rock!!

Defining despotism (the counter-strike way)

2008-05-17T19:09:00.000-07:00

"The world is full of despos, despos and more despos" - A despo :P

I am talking about those suresh's, rahul's and chris's who think/dream/talk/read/write/see/hear/act/behave/joke/sense girls, girls and only girls...
Being more of a CS despo than a suresh/rahul/chris kinda despo i'd love to compare these people with some of the guns that we guys have. This comparision's gonna be the way "the gun that suits each kind of despo"..
NO prior CS knowledge?
skip this post
if you know that CS is counter strike and not computer science?
-live!!! live!!! live!!!-

Schmidt scout: My favourite gun and my type of despos :P... Too shameless to confess, but true! These are the good guys who just play for the love of the game. They think that they are royal snipers despite their muscle and mental prowess being quite limited. They don't change their persona for a few targets. They just want some one like them to closely pass their way so that they could fire into their hearts. They camp at a nice place, carefully choose their targets and double zoom to concentrate on one target at a time and they believe in their inexisting abilities to do so; therefore end up missing the target that was taken away by one or the other types which are yet to be explained! real "idiots" man!

Machine gun: These are exactly the suresh/rahul/chris types... These are generally found all around the place. Any where in this world, out of the next 5 "other sexes" you encounter, 4 of them are machine guns... These guys have extraordinary vision and terriffic capabilities. They just spam around all their "show offable" traits and for sure, for sure they'll get a good number of targets. The irony in this case is that every target believes that the "machine gunner" didn't spam despite seeing the machine gun in his hand.. As soon as the round is over, these guys start up respamming and this vicious cycle continues. real despos man!

Glock: These are the people who have nothing in them, but still want to heart-shot every woman. It's ok to use a glock in round1 and being a glock in class 10, but when everyone's using magnum's and maverick's, these people still run around the arena's with glocks only to be ignored by team-mates and opponents alike! poor chaps..Alas! god bless their glocks! :P

Deagle: These are the guys who have amazing talent, but this is not just their game, they knew they can take their targets down if they back their deagle with a magnum, but they just don't give a damn!! cool guys these.. real cool maan!

Mavericks and AK's: If 4 out of 5 are machine guns, these constitute the remaining one out of 5. These are the "boy in the neighborhoods" who concentrate real hard on few school/college/neighborhood long time sweethearts and generally end up realising their dreams. "limited prowess, limited but multiple targets, sheer hard work" is their motto...man, i love their love-stories!! :D

Magnum Sniper Rifle: Make way! the gods have arrived... The most powerful/sexy/intellectual genius'. Yes, they are the gods and make their way from any distance. Amazing capabilities, sexy targets and bang! they got them... I pray them boss! pray them!! (and secretly dream to own a magnum one day)

--------------------- End of round -------------------
--------------- Now, which gun's you?? ---------------

Time for some (more) nostalgia [The mastercard way]

2008-05-17T18:44:00.000-07:00

mmmuuaaaah :P
miss you all :)

________'s that are always in shortage (and their consequences)

2008-05-10T13:35:00.000-07:00

- Change with the bus conductor at early morning 5'o clock
(have to get down the bus and wait for another 20min for a bus with a conductor having enuf change for a 20 rupee note)

- girls in our cabin (this is a case of "absolute drought").. so this has to be rephrased as girls in our office

(liked only one, took one month to realise that she has a twin sister (younger version) working in the same company, who incidentally is interested in me, while i am interested in the elder version.. ended up complicating my life more than a normal bolly/tolly wood movie)

- Time to have breakfast or lunch or either one of them..
(It's been exactly a month since i had breakfast or lunch or either during a week day... sleeping at 7 A.M, waking at 5 P.M)

- Methods to waste time when it's abundant

- Time to waste when there are abundant ways

- Complex logics when they are actually needed

- Sensible people when logics get complex

- Words and or flow when i start to blog

- Comments after i have posted my blog

Real love letter to a virtual lover...

2008-04-26T13:12:00.000-07:00

Life's crawling at the pace of a bullock cart
till the day my poem touched your heart
oh! my love, my dearest sweetheart
ours is the deepest of loves and us no one can part

Life's as passive as the booking counter queue
till i realized that my dream girl's you
Oh! my love, my gorgeous beau
Ours is the strongest bond sealed with love

Life's dead like the silence at midnight
till u flashed into it with a love light
and filled it with happiness so bright
from now on there is no more need for me to diet
which i've been doing to get the one that suits me right

Life's numb like the linkin park song
till this moment, which i waited for so long
to give away my heart to where it belong
now i realised that waiting for long is not wrong
as waiting only makes the love-bond strong
but i beg of you, please don't prolong

Waiting for bus @ 5 A.M

2008-04-24T17:46:00.000-07:00

I stand there waiting for the bus
humming an old song of rasmus
I stand there in a formal dress
that didn't even have a proper press

I stand there in the mid of the night
putting up with sleep a hard fight
I stand there carrying all my extra weight
which stays despite my inconsistent diet

I stand there thinking of the day
and the future plans for this may
I stand there dreaming of my pay
that'd at least cover expenses on my way

I stand there amidst the frightening dog's bark
after doing a hard night's work
I stand there after working like a clerk
without receiving the normal perk

Then i take the bus, come back home, write this and sleep
(Too sleepy to get the above statement rhyming to give the finishing touch ... adjust naaa)

In search of lazieness

2008-04-20T14:38:00.000-07:00

The blog below this, titled "In search of happieness" sounded too philosophical from some cartoon like me.. so this one's an attempt to mock my own philosophy in my own lazy way..
readers are advised to read this blog after reading the one below, titled "In search of happieness"

One day, i wake up to find myself still sleepy
eyes continue to burn and body feels restless
i fail to see my image in the mirror
and i loathe to stay awake in this dynamic reality

It was a very happy virtuality till an hour back
suddenly there's sunlight and activity all around
as i am kicked out of my great deep sleep
i venture out in search of it's close substitute

i sit there on the same bed on which i slept
motionless, speechless and emotionless
some would say that i am a big fat ass
while others would praise me as cool and calm

i continue to sit there on my bed with a sleepy brain
amongst the stacked piles of clothes
and the racks of books waiting to be opened
i see the same people and the same room all the time

without any movement and without any work
i sit there on the bed and watch as people come and go
people come, does their daily activities and go back
the cycle of daily chores that always repeats

sorry guyses and galses... i am too lazie to continue any further with this..
i say to all of you, lazieness is a great virtue, idiot!! never ever shun it ;)

In search of happieness

2008-04-20T14:16:00.000-07:00

One day i woke up to find myself totally lost
something seems to be different from yesterday
i see that the face in the mirror is not mine
i come to know that the world has changed

it was a very happy world till yesterday
suddenly there's darkness all over
i venture out in search of happieness
a long odyssey in search of yesterday's utopia

I go to every person whom i had known
inquiring if they had seen where the world has gone
some would say that time has abducted it
while other's would laugh off as if nothing has happened

I continue to search in the dark with a ray of hope
i search amongst the stacked piles of memories
and within the racks of the future plans
i go to new places and ask strange questions

without an answer and without much hope left
i sit there on a beach and watch the waves rise and fall
each wave rises to the peak and crashes to the shore
it's the natural cycle of ups and downs that repeats

i wonder if the waves had an answer to my question
may be it's the cycle of the world that changes
but the essence of happieness in it remains the same
we are happy one day and sad the next day

it's the natural cycle that ought to repeat
failing to rise back from sorrows drowns you in the depths
the depths of gloom, sorrow and darkness
the wave inspired a new life of happieness

it's the same world now, the same happy world
everything's the same, the memories, the present, the future
everything's bright and shiny again today
happieness is just the perspective, idiot!!

exam blues.. from nursery to mba

2008-04-20T14:07:00.000-07:00

1) puneet, puneet, yes papa
reading for exams, no papa
portion finished, no papa
open your book, ha ha ha
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2) exam syllabus:
1,2 are not taught to you
3,4 are like a folklore
5,6 i need some one to fix
7,8 i can't finish this night
9,10 i will copy from alan
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3) exam, exam go away
don't come again another day
mighty puneet wants to hibernate
exam, exam go away

Valentine day blues...

2008-02-28T06:04:00.000-08:00

I dream with my eyes wide open
My heart beats faster in anticipation
My lips tremble with pessimism
My ears hear an inexistent music
as i feel the happiness all around me

suddenly, I wake up without willing to
My heart forgets its beat
the tremble is no more on the lips
and the surroundings are full of silence
and i oppose to accept to face the reality
The reality of coming out of a dream
the reality of being a loner
The reality of me as only me without you

for you are just a mirage
who just plays hide and seek with me
who fails to see my heart

for in your company is
when i could fly by a merry flight round the world
and when i would walk the happy mile

for you are just a dream
a happy dream, a very happy dream
a dream that i never wanted to end

for you are the reason
why my heart continues to find its rhythm
and why the sun continues to shine in the east for me

for you are a dreamland
where i have been a wanderer day and night
where the bridge to utopia is built

for you are my life
which is void till yesterday
which has a new meaning after several years of existence

the hibernation continues....

2008-01-26T04:13:00.000-08:00

The poet inside me just woke up after a long spell of hibernation, penned some rhyming crap (as usual) and went back into hibernation (again!!)

It's all about mastering the art
of sleeping the day in and out
every work you'd gleefully dart
just to have that extra sleepy bout

vedas talk about the moksha state
where u'd be the detached being
hibernation would cause you the same fate
as it means sleeping sleeping and only sleeping

forgotten were the schedules
and the unavoidable commitments
as you dream of sitting in the rocky dunes
scribbing a poem or two over the parchments

forget the v and e assignment
at max would be lost a mark and a grade
more luxurious would be the bed confinement
for sleep, marks and grades can be an easy trade

soon u'd wake up under the influences
of having felt over-abundant joy and mirth,
having just experienced the greatest of confluences
and having created the anamonly of moksha and rebirth

The memory collector

2008-01-22T04:50:00.000-08:00

went to college for our convocation... felt #@$%!@#%^&#!@#$% that i was missing the good old days....

The auto started off with a "duk... tuk.. putuk... duk.. duk" sound. As the driver was about to move on, i halted him... "bhayya ek minute", i got out of the auto took out my phone, took one last pic of my college, a tear from the left eye almost spoiled the display on the phone and the auto moved. As we reached ellis bridge (a place mid-way) between our college and railway station, i recalled the day when we left the college, the day when i finally broke down into tears after trying desperately for half an hour to control them and consoled others (the first, last and probably the only time i had to cry at daiict). There were other times when i dropped a tear or two... that was when i was applauded like crazy for saving a penalty against seniors, when we made the dobbudu video etc., ... but those were tears of happiness and delight, now i cried because i am afraid, i am scared, i am pessimistic.afraid, scared and pessimistic that nothing on this earth, ever could be even close to as good as it was in daiict. Just the day before leaving i went into my old room. No one was inside it and the room was wide open. I went inside and was shocked to see my room so clean. It was never used to be so clean. I could hear my room say "puneet, i miss u, i miss your mismanagment, i miss the long sollu sessions, i miss the gaming nightouts, i miss the hohohohoho laughs, i miss the week long hibernations". I silently replied "me, too" and then slept on my ex-bed. It felt so good. i tried to capture the feelings of comfort, happiness, drowsiness i felt for four years on that very bed in a photo as i slept on my bed but only the chair and table could be captured while the feeling of nostalgia is the only thing that remains with me... and it remains forever. As they say "old habits die hard", i forgot my phone under the bed and only after 2 hours did i realise that... i silently laughed at myself, recalled the good old days when i misplaced my phone under my bed every now and then and then silently moved on with life. I am forced to. Now i lay on my new bed with a thicker blanket but the old comfort was missing. My taste buds could still feel the taste of chicken lollipop in alpha and i can still smell the nauseating snakey's room and hear the hohohoho laugh of taraka. But i knew all this is but virtual reality and some day i have to come out of the into the present real world. i don't want to come.. but i have to and i did come back to reality!! huh!!

The art of hibernation

2007-12-29T09:48:00.001-08:00

hibernation: defined as 'the act OR RATHER THE ART of retiring into inactivity;

ever wondered how to master this art of hibernation:
here is the 5-step model that acts as a complete idiot's guide to perfect hibernation:
a) choose a freeezing environment!
b) buy a nice thick razai (comforter)
c) have nothing in your mind except a single motto
d) the motto should be "sleep, chat, do something, do nothing, but don't come out of the bed"
e) don't let your mind to work, put it to complete and perfect sleeep!!

THERE u go... follow these steps with utmost determination and dedication and you are assured to acheive the highest levels of comfort mankind could ever experience.

ps: The author has received a diploma with gold medal in practicing and teaching this art! He also has 4 years of experience in this field and is an active promoter of this art!! Right now he just came out of hibernation after 7 days and is posting his experience in this post :P
for more detailed and customised hibernation guide call him, or scrap him.... :D

ps to daiictians: once psr wrote a similar post on hairloss n he got replies asking him if he was a hair specialist.. so me too trying to promote my new startup on lines of ravishankar's "the art of living" ... hope i would get lotsa similar replies.... :P

2007-11-02T23:52:00.001-07:00

For those who heard of the name chottaudaipur : go ahead!!
for others: Screw you guys! go home!! (eric style ;))

Any names, incidents mentioned here are real and true with a high probability and bear close resemblence with one of you currently in iiit, infy, mindtree, palakol, karimnagar, lucknow, florida, anywhere or with those who have done thier rural internships in chotaudaipur. It is in your best interest to identify yourself with one of these persons. All complaints, rantings etc., will be happily entertained.

chapter 1:
roll no.1 : Both of us share names, sizes and bald heads. I must confess, though with a sense of defeat that he's the superior version of me. This dude is the reason i am still writing this coz he put his leg in the path of me (rather 20 of us) and a ghastly accident and he himself got his leg injured by balancing the jeep to save us all from a jeep-fall.

chapter 2:
Simply : (bagground muzic) "THE DUDD IS HERE, but who cares!". ok, history says 'A bunch of ppl from a college arrived at a place for summer internship and there is one guy who fought with only one person on one day. But then since they ran out of persons and he has no one to fight with, their internship was cut short and he was sent back home so that he could find new people to fight with'. Some of the chapters in this story include a fight with Dpalli over the fact that he too knew foul words being unaware of his inexistent foul word database, a fight with palakol over why palakol included simply's name in a usual "made-up" story, a fight with LC over love, lust and it's cyberspace realities, a fight with me over the ethics of dobbudu and the greatest of them all being a fight with tarochi over the lineage of hitler. It is during this history lesson that i happened to befriend our story lead. At 5'2, with piercing looks and great hair this guy is one hell of a casanova. All the tribals over there were mad after this guy. But this guy is mad after some one and this some one ran away to lucknow (we'll come to this later). One notable saying of this guy that will be etched on the manuscripts of chotaudaipur history is "pani paata lekunda pani pata leni panulu cheyyataaniki nenu nee laaga pani paata lekundaa lenu raa". If u get to meet this person some time, don't ask him the meaning, ask him to repeat this!! I bet he get confused, scolds you and finally blushes :P

chapter 3:
Palkol : (background music) "The dude is here.. and everyone runs". Just 1 year in daiict, he left his footprint everywhere. Everyone knows this guy and yes he makes sures that everyone knows him and the best part is he succeeds in doing so.
His sprint while chasing the cricket ball was unmatchable. His face becomes red, his hands move up and down gracefully as his 6-pack abs bounce vigorously reminding me of mahesh babu chase scene in athadu.. The batsmen run 2 runs, he's chasing the ball, 3 runs, still chasing, 4, yeah.. still chasing, 5, stilll...6, he gets the ball, concentrates on the stumps and throws. hurray!!! overthrow 4 runs.. the opponents win.
It was actually this guy's idea to put up shaadi.com, Being a gifted and natural businessman he modestly agrees that he was inspired by palakol pellilla perayya and decided to computerise marriages. But then during our internship, his competitors tapped all his confidential information as he gave unending lectures to the poor fellow interns over the marriage system in south india, tips, tricks and stories(created them if they didn't exist), and what not. And the next day shaadi.com was launched.

chapter 4:
urs truly : (background music)"The dude is here.. man, he's a real fata**". This guy in his opinion is the no.1 contender for the post of eric cartman after eric tarcman quits his job (if at all). He stays awake after everyone has slept, thanks to anu's soothing short stories, gazing into the stars and thinking of some nasty advertising concepts. The next day he proudly says them to all and he's so dumb that he blushes as others sarcastically make fun of his ideas. His stomach is so huge, still so bad that he suffered for 2 days after having a light meal of 3 plates of panipuri, 3 omlets and 4 boiled eggs. People were afraid to sit in the same jeep as he does, thanks to his senseless, spiritless forumla 1 commenty of chotaudaipur jeeps. He saw some one in a car 12 days into the internship and spent the remaining 22 days dreaming about her. He's such a fata** that he wants to write so little about others and so much about himself :D

confession: yes, this attempt is an imitation of bai krishna's work!! Afterall he's my guru!!!

Titles of the upcoming chapters: lc, tarochi, pope and ma$$, Dpalli, dubai seth, a failed captain, drowned and still alive, the logic is here, any one missing...

muhahaha (the poetic harassment continues)

2007-10-16T22:39:00.001-07:00

adhigadhigo chettu
aa chettu kinda vudhi oka chinna kottu
aa kottulo vundhoka lady with a pedda bottu
aa kottulo konnanoka jeedi pattu
tinesi dabbulu eggottu
paripothundaga tagilindoka mettu
bokkarborla paddanu on the gattu
padagane arisaanu oh! shittu
virigindhi naa chethi manikattu
daaniki kattaru pedda kattu
deeniki 1000 rupees haam phattu
ee story title rupaayi eggottu
veyyi rupayalaki bokka pettu!!

choosava maa kottha tv
konnanu on the korika of my kaaboye biwi
oka channel lo vasthundhi match of kiwi
inkoka daantlo coming movie review of jeevi
inko news channel lo speech of ex-PM PV
maroka daanlto running is a movie
of all time mega star chiranjeevi
chinnapatnunchi choosanu gantalu gantalu ee tv
ippudu raasukotaaniki emi ledhu in my CV
kaani i still love u my dear TV
endukante lekapothe ee TV
bore kotti raasevaadini avi ivi
and aipoyevaadini oka picchi kavi
and janalu eggs viserevaaru on me
i am grateful to you my dearest TV.

Hyderabad blasts....

2007-08-26T13:09:00.000-07:00

dudes... sry for continuing my poetic harassment.... but still just seen a few videos and can't help writing something...

emi saadhichaarayya meeru?
rendu baambulu pelchi
nalabhai praanalu pottana pettukuni
emi saadhichaarayya meeru?
kula matha bedhaalu lekundaa
40 mandini swarga rahithulani chesaroi
entho goppa varayya meeru
ennenni sokaalu, ennenni vishaadaalu
inkenno aavedanalu, aarataalu
annitini vaari kutumbaalaku
mitrulaku sontham chesi
vari pranalanu matrame teesukupoyaaru
entha dayahrudayulayya meeru
ninna navvukunna navvulu
nedu lekundaa chesi
jeevitham lonchi anadanni maatram teesesi
anubhavalani varidaggare vadilesi
jeevatchavalla bratakamani
valla kutumbalaki prana bhiksha pettare
mee visaala manasulaku naa padabhi vandanamulu
meeke teliyani mee asayalakosam
ardham kooda teliyani poratam ane padam kosam
mee goppa nayakula maata kosam
asayalu alochanalu kaligi
anthaku minchi acharinchagala satta vunna veerini choosi
endukayya meekintha kullu
nedu nalabhai mandini champaaru
repu naalugu vandala mandini champuthaaru
ee desam lo janalaku karuvu ledhu
mee raktha dahaniki anthu ledhu
samanya manavuniki prasanthamaina jeevam ledhu
naa gurinchi meeremi dukhinchanakkarledhu
nenu kooda meelantivaadine
naakemi nastam vatillaledayya
naa bandhuvulu, snehithulu andaru kshemam
araganta mundu okathanu vacchesaadu
inkokaru akkadiki vellane vellaledhu
mee laaga anandam tho kerithalu veyyakunna
anandamgaane vunnanu.. naakemi kaaledhu kadha
naa aasayaalu naaku vunnayi
adhi chaalu naaku, verevaaru emaipothe naakenti
mana ee alochana vidhaaniki naa astanga danda pranamamu
saadhichaarayya saadhinchaaru
otti maatalu matrame kaavu maavi
ani meeru niroopinchukunnaru
mee asayalaku, anthaku minchi
mee asaya acharanaku, daaniki minchi
mee acharana vidhaananiki
naa joharlu!! johar!!

Good old days are back in more than one way

2007-08-25T11:08:00.000-07:00

After trying harder and harder to get used to the so-called "new system" it's the same age-old process of late-realisation that's happening right now. DAIICT and IMT hardly had any differences. If we put aside the difference in names, ownership (one by sp supporter anil ambani while the other was managed by commerce minister and UPA candidate kamal nath) and location, not much is different in both. Here are a few similarities
Age of empires: huh! back to good old days of taking goths and attacking enemy in fuedal age with towers.. yet to have the loooooong discussions.
Counter strike: no snakey, no 7odd, so tusstop rulezzz here.. no one can escape his deadly "drag-snipe" (term borrowed from snakey)
footbal: finally there is a place which recognizes me as their first choice goalkeeper...poor guys... donno abt our penalty shootout missing abilities
food: brijwasi has something to cheer about that there exists another place in this world which serves badder food that brijwasi... but these guys provide unlimited chicken and hence managed to be at par with brijwasi in overall ratings
rooms: same old story wherein my roomie never stays in the room and i move about in other rooms.
free time: 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and 365 days a year... free!! free!!! free!!!!

puneet sri sri mahaprasthaanam khonnie :P

2007-08-02T04:45:00.000-07:00

statutory warning: ONLY people with knowledge of telugu may proceed further... Strong literature admirers (like KTR etc.,) and others may proceed at their own risk...
original link:
http://www.eenadu.net/sahithyam/display.asp?url=prasthanam.htm
above is the link of mahaprasthanam by mahanubhaavudu sri sri

below is my khoonied version: :P

talavanchuku raasthunnava nestam
selavantoo ee classni vadili
kalaposhana konasagakapoga
mba chaduvu baruvu baruvu kaaga
atu choosthe, itu choosthe evaroo
chiru navvu, cheyootha ivvaka
andariki chaduvu dhyasa, aasayala ghosha
neee sukumaarapu hrudayaniki gayam chesthe
atu pothe, itu pothe antha
andari kallallo lakshyalani choosi
nee okkadike levana vedanatho, baadhalatho
vekki vekki edusthoo raasthunnava, nestham!
chaduvula purugulu mesale ee
dushta lokam lo nilabadaleka
siggutho taladinchukni raasthunnava, nestham!
chirunavvulanevi ika levani talasthoo
adugaduguna ponchi vunde
aneka quizzulatho
answerlu teliyani questionlu pette
okkokka professor latho nindina
ee dusta samrajyam loki
denni vetukkuntoo vellavoi, nestham!
entha anyayamaipoyaavoi, nestham!
enni aasalu nee meeda pettukuni
enni kalalu nee gurinchi kani
anne tannesaava nestham!
entha daarunam chesavayya nestham!
B-wing corridor lo manam inkaa
ninna kaaka monna maatladuthunnatte vundhi...
SAC groundni
kalakala laadinchina nee aata
kanapadakunda karigipoyindhaa inthatlone
Gandhinagar veedhullona manam
udayam sooryudu vacche daaka tiragatam
gnapakam vunda?
Mess pakkana godugula kinda manam
annee chicken biryanilenaa tindhi?
CAT ye samasthamu anukuni
tindi, aata leka
ekkada vunnamo, ekkadaki pothamo teliyani
aavesamtho,
chukkalalo choosthoo sollu koduthoo
GRE raasukuntananna ninnu
rekkapatti nilabetti lokam
ennenni mockcat lu raapinchi
ennenni dushphalithaalu choopinchi
aasalaku teralanu, kalalaku pogalanu kappi
sapinchindho, sikshinchindo manalni
tudaku ninnu visha valayam loniki laagi,
nidraku samayamu lekundaa chesi,
kanneellanu, aananda baashpalu gaa talimpajesi
gundello guggillapu dhoomamvesi
manasuni prasnalatho nimpi
talachukunnappudalla,
tanuvulo, manasulo
ari veera bhayamkara
bhavishyatthunni kallakkattinattu coospisthoo
ekkadaku vellipaddavayya nuvvu
entha mosapoyaavayya nuvvu
evaru dukhincharule nestham! nee jeevitham lo aanandam pothe
edho nenu, aaruguru snehithulu tappa
library addalu viragakundaane vunnayi!
classullo cheppe paatalu
sajaavugaane saaguthunnayi!
presentationla samayamlo evaroo
choodanu kooda choodarule nee vaipu!
evari panulalo vallu
evari tondaralo vallu
evariki kavali nestham!
emaipothenem nuvvu!
evvaroo nee anandam gurinchi aalochinchadamledhule!
evariki kavali nestham!
kaagitham meeda raasina kavithalu karuvaithe
kanapadani vottidi ninnu kabalisthe
andani gradelu ninnu mantristhe! niyantristhe!
evariki kaavali nee aanadam!
emaipothenem nuvvu!
maa BC classki mottam hazaru!
maa chaduvu memu chadvukuntunnamu
maa kalaposhananku sidhilaalu migilaayi
maa chetilona pustakala vale!
mammalni nuvvu polchukolevule nestham!
ledhu nestham, ledhu!
nee prabhavam mammalni vadalaledhu
nirutsahanni jayinchatam
aanandallo viharinchatam
neevallane nerchukunnamu!!
parikshala dobbudu maaku telusu
bhayam ledhule ainappatiki
naa gradele oka udaharana
naa jeevithame oka oravadi!
ninna modalettina poratam
nedu konasaaginchaka tappatledhu!
kaavuna ee niraasa samayamlo
ee kavithanu pooristhunnanu!
ikkada koorchuni nenu
ivaala kavithalu raasthunnanu
andulo ee raasthunna ee satyam
aalochinchu nestham!
ilaa choodu nee bhavishyatthu
idhe naa maha prasthaanam!

The good, The bad and The ugly

2007-07-11T10:12:00.000-07:00

It's been 15 days at IMT and this is puneet reading out the first fortnight report..
The good:
- colors: Lots and lots of them. I'm literally blindfolded especially after spending four years in darkness at daiict. Life is full or colors but not so colorful(i'll come to that later).
- football: Finally a football ground where my kick crosses the half way mark (the ground is only half thee actual ground), and yeah... the usual "unnecessary dives" :P and stuff...it's good!
- classrooms: yes, you read it right. But hold on! it's just the classrooms, and when i say classrooms it's only the room and nothing else.. Nice benches, cool a/c aaah...heaven??
- chicken: I can't miss this out from the list especially after having a stomach full 15 minutes back.
The bad:
-colors: As i've already said, there are lots and lots of them and it's difficult to choose. Even though u've chosen one there are just too many males with an aesthetic sense that every color is liked by n. it's a 1:n or rather m:n relationship and you need to know normalisation and all to break it up to 1:1... I'm poor at that (Especially after a dry stint at daiict)
- football: Just days before my last days in college, as usual gone for a dive and this time injured mah shoulder. The injury still haunts even after 2 months. So caught up in a dilemma whether to play or not.
- classrooms: You've to be on time and u can't sleep in a air-conditioned room. What crap! then what for are the a/c's??
-chicken: The peices are too big and u've too lil time to choose gud ones as a big line would be snaring at you as u try to avoid the neck pieces, bones and all that stuff.
The ugly:
-colors: With lot of difficulty chose some of the colors and tried normalising them. But....
yeah! that's what is called as "shit happens, and it always happens with me"
-football: you're up 6-2 and loose the match 6-7...gosh! even then who cares. More importantly, what's the purpose of playing football yaar... look at buffon or ashley cole! they've got sexiest of the gals with them... But look at me... pcccccccccch
-classrooms: As i go to the class at 8:31 it's only the first benches that are empty. people come at 8 to book a place in last bench. At early morning 8:30 u've to stay awake and be attentive in a class? i can't even imagine that.
- chicken: While veggies are having great time, people like me who are pure non-veggies have meals only 2 times per week..am starving!! other b-schools like iim-l are having non-veg 6 days a week :(

Highway to Hell via Ghaziabad

2007-07-04T02:14:00.000-07:00

After a tedious "yet another 27 hour journey" i reached the city which a few years back is leading in national crime ratings. In the heart of the city is a college that claims very incorrectly to be among the top10. Finally i reached there. It was not where i wanted to go. I always wanted to go to some other place, at least the one that's 300km from here where looney started ruling. I wanted to go wear the tag, but some how missed it and i've decided to be happy and searched for n ways of being contempt with what i've got and even conviced myself that it is "the best" i could possibly get. As they say self deception is the ultimate blunder a man could ever make and results are fast visible.
Throughout four years in daiict(which i call (m)heaven) i've done lots and lots of things. lots and lots of time spent doing absolutely nothing and it's the nothingness i call heaven. It's the daily 10 hour sleep, sunset-sunrise chatting where the mind has absolutely nothing. But things have changed. I wake up at 5:30 in the morning which i'vent done in my life. I do yoga for 1.5 hours, another first time in life thing. I come back and attend classes from 9 am to 1 in the night with 15 minute breaks. This, i am sure would never do in my life. In three days i thought of going back home and watching tv and occasionally thinking of the infy job 3 months away. But life's harsh and the harshness doesn't even end at 1 in midnight. Seniors come and knock at the doors and request to come to basketball courts. Not for us to play, but for them to play with us for minium 3 hours. They take turns and they keep going without even getting tired.
But yeah... I'm tired, vexed etc., etc.,
Will be soon back with some cheerful post(hopefully) ;)

What crap

2007-05-22T03:40:00.000-07:00

Just logged into blogger to write something about my village which i happened to go to a day before writing this blog.
As soon as i log in thanks to the human's invulnerable ability to be highly vulnerable i fell pray to google. As soon as i logged in there was this message
"how about spending an hour or so and earn 100$"
initially i was sceptic and shouted like eric cartman
"how about u come here and ************* for 5 cents"
Then my subconcious thought without me letting know about it... 100$ oh that's 10,000 cents that's 42000 indian rupees, that's (i donno exactly) but a pretty large afghan currency... I thought of how many punugu's i can eat and how many badam paal's i can drink with such an astronomical sum and started to fill the survey uncousciously. Aftere spending nearly 30 minutes of mah really valuable "donno wat to do" time the message came "thanks for filling the form...something something"
huh........In that desperation and exasperation i have to write this as i forgot what i actually wanted to post before filling that form....

Creepy tales from ghaziabad

2007-04-21T10:55:00.000-07:00

It's night 10'o clock in the horrorred city which once had the reputation of being the one with the highest crime rate in india. I'm sleeping in a no-star hotel with a huge 3000 in my pockets. Also there's an imt admission locked in the bag. I felt that something flashed onto my eyes and woke up in horror. What caused that flash? Did any one photograph me?(I was sleeping without my shirt and that's a rare sight even for the potpourri :P)? Are they gonna upload this on masalaboard? Is anna going to download it and put in on DC++? In a typical "find out the answers in next episode" all these questions started in my mind. I switched on the light and found out that the flash was the cry of another light starving from lack of proper power supply.
Huh! no mb, no dc, safe for now!! thought I, and went back to sleep
This time it was a thunder... The last time I have seen lighting come before thunder was during "mosagallaku mosagadu" when super star krishna defies the nature laws as he shoots from his gun which first makes a sound, followed by a flash and then the villian escapes.
But when did krishna get trasferred to Ghaziabad?? Even priya feku and idle brain didn't know that...The door was knocked again as i was still visualaising the mosagallu scene.
When i opened the door, the hotel boy ( i guessed he is he...) asked me to move to another room. That room has exactly the same backdrop which alfred hitchcock had for psycho... A room without a lock on one side, a huge window from which i could hear strange sounds and see devilish shadows.
Again the next episode questions "why did he move me to this room? will some one kidnap me (huh! that's a distant possibility for a man of any size i thot :P), will some one steal my money? or worse my imt seat? I thot, but being assured of my goal keeping abilities decided that i could with my quick reflexes would run away from being caught by the imaginary thief. So i slept, woke up a few times in the night, watched the four sides of the room, slept, woke, slept and finally was woken up by priya feku....

Puneet SRI SRI Varma

2007-03-03T10:37:00.000-08:00

[1]
Oodindhi Oodindhi juttantha oodindhi
nuditi meeda juttu, chevulapaina juttu
Oodindhi Oodindhi juttantha oodindhi
CAT mayalo padi, XAT maikam lo padi
Oodindhi Oodindhi juttantha oodindhi
JMET kosam paritapinchi, aalochinchi, aaratinchi, apekshinchi, nireekshinchhi
akkada juttu, ikkada juttu oodindhi oodindhi antha anthaa

ayyayi ayyayii jebulanni khaalee ayyayi
naa jebu, maa ayya jebu, anna jebu,baabai jebu
ayyayi ayyayii jebulanni khaalee ayyayi
juttu kosam, batta kosam, batta leni juttu kosam, batra kosam
ayyindhi ayyindhi jebantha khaalee ayyindhi
[2]
batta netthi
mangali katthi
dimag ki batthi
bandaru kothi
kaadhedhi sutthi kanarham
[3]
raani raani vasthe raani
callul, gradul, rankul, markul
pone pone pothe poni
juttul, dabbul, timeul, sollul
kaaney kaaney aina kaaney
inkenti kaaney...naa bongu :P
andukey
pone pone pothe poni
callul, gradul, rankul, markul
raani raani vasthe raani
juttul, dabbul, timeul, sollul, girlul

U.P goes to U.P

2007-02-27T20:20:00.000-08:00

Finally all the cattie things are over for good and the callie things are back to bang!
U.P has to go to U.P to finish of the callies. So he starts at apnu amdavad and reaches after some fast forwards to java's very own hometown shaharanpur.
Chilling cold, words freezing as they come out of the mouth!!!
Adding fuel to fire are the legendary PJ's of P_i_a_h__
A meek 40 odd kg rickshaw puller was assigned the task of dragging me and P of Pj fame to Java's house. Some how, just some how the rickshaw puller succeeded. We reached, spoke some sing language with the people in hindi (poor chaps, they knew only hindi), had a nice dinner and off we go to sleep. Next day we were sitting in a bus as we are supposed to shift our bases to haridwar. "secularism" has been something that quite confuses me. But there is this place in the way where a temple and a mosque were located side by side without even a wall seperating them...Good! india is developing i was about to think, but was surprised to see yet another spectacle. There was a biiig bridge and on one side there were all farms. I was wondering why do one want to build a bridge above farms. To sow seeds and fertilizers easily atop the bridge?? On the other side there was water. Ok... i too didn't understand what it was! May be some sort of Macro Dam-irrigation project. Finally, we reached ganga and changed history. History says that whoever takes a dip in ganga will be purified of all their sins... But lucky ganga! i took a dip in it and it was purified of all its sins :P...whatever the water was too cold to take a dip...so i just spilled 2 drops over my head, 3 over my face and retruned back... After some jajjinakari janari at the interviews am back to coll...

xx hours to go!!! (or gone?) - 2

2006-11-24T04:40:00.000-08:00

5 hours to go(08:00 a.m): Huh! finally i had what u call "a good night's sleep" or atleast i felt so as soon as srikanth woke me up followed up by my alarm... I had a long list of things to do...
- Attend nature call (The one most important thing to do b4 CAT)
- Don't take bath (Refer prev blog "what not to do at aIIM CAT" for further details)
- Brush!!(am habituated to do that)
and yeah
- Attend nature call AGAIN (just to confirm :P)

04:30 hours to go (08:30 a.m): Had a plate wada as the South Indian Canteen person stood awestruck wondering if the whole college were writing CAT...
As a matter of fact, nearly 140/240 da-iictians are giving CAT... that's what we call "pure massing" in AOE terminology... The mass touch reached its heights as nine sumos were parked side-by-side reminding me of samarasimhareddy-2 (if at all released)...
After some formal "best-of-luck--thank yous" i got into a sumo and was waving pencils (as villians wave their swords in movies)...

04:00 hours to go(09:00 a.m): I reached the examination center which is just beside our AIMCAT home ground. The weather is nice and favourable and we are supposed to have the home ground advantage...
All of sudden the winds turned against me...nature started to show its fury against me... I got a call (no..no not from IIM'S) but from nature...
With due respect i attended it for the last time (for that day) and came back feeling fresh and confident :P

03:30 to go(09:30 a.m): Surrounded by awesome chicks, seducing bitches, gujjuless gujjus me and palakol sat on a bench singing songs, conversing in gujarathi (quite to the astonishment of the ones sitting besides us) and recalling the "supposed promises we need to keep", our village's pride and all sorts of movie stuff.

Taking one last big breath we entered the hall...

coming up on next blog...the big three hours...

xx hours to go!!! (or gone?)

2006-11-21T04:22:00.000-08:00

15 hours to go (10:00 p.m): Cold wind that managed to squeeze through the windows tried in vain to break through my blanket defenses.

13 hours to go (12:00 p.m): 13 as they say is a bad number and all bad things are of course bad... I woke up due to some dream or some sound or some whatever...

11 hours to go (02:00 a.m): It's been nearly two hours since I have been awake and staring at the ceiling. I could hear the spiders snoring in their webs beside my bed.

9 hours to go (04:00 a.m): Huh! I somehow managed to get myself to sleep by trying to feel like how it would be if i had taken sleeping pills, by thinking of the red-dressed girl i have seen at previous AIMCAT, by trying forget about CAT and whatever technique i could think of... One of these techniques worked and I am in deep sleep now
ps: You may try to try any of the above techniques the day before CAT if u are unable to sleep...But don't forget to thank me :)

7 hours to go (06:00 a.m): Alas! the CAT paper of 2006 is leaked. Somehow it came into my dreams. I couldn't open the seal and see the questions as i was not allowed to open the paper till 10:30 next morning. So here are the instructions I was able to read.
You will be given question paper of each section (DI, quant and verbal is the order)
After 50 minutes the sectional paper will be snatched off...
"Huh! this was going to be tuf", i thought and went back to sleep...

Still 7 hours to go...But within next 7 minutes i have got to write a test... Will surely complete the remaining in less than 7 days :)

Huh.....

2006-11-16T22:13:00.000-08:00

CAT,XAT,MAT,WAT???
will be back...but how??
either with or a bang or after being banged[:P]

Shidddd maaaan

2006-10-02T01:56:00.000-07:00

I spelled the title right...that's how u have to pronounce what is normally "shit man"

Actually i've been forced to wait for long before writing this partly because either not enuf shit is happening or there is too much shit to choose from...
I guess now the time has come to shit abt. some shit especially after recalling the saying from our supernatural chris who once quoted
"WHAT EVER HAPPENS IN THIS WORLD...WE'RE THE ONES WHO WILL BE FACING THE SHITTY CONSEQUENCES"
those who all recite this saying thrice are eligible to be one among those mentioned in the above saying.....

so watz the shit thatz really happening
as a matter of fact...nothing.., but due to some shit happening in a shitty place, shit is still happening here with me, with the one standing beside me(sagar), and even with the man "with a saying"...chris

wondering what all this is?
ok...listen let me tell u how it all happens

Steve Irwin, "the crocodile hunter" dies in a crazy accident. No, its not a crazy accident.
The fish or some subset of "pisces" category is in a hurry to shit and this fellow Irwin stopped it in the middle to capture it on his cam...It was really pissed off and thereafter the crocodiles lived happily.
But the media persons haven't. They published news all over in all papers. And these CAT aspirants from India, most of whom haven't even seen Irwin, got interested by this article and started reading newspapers...so what happens? It's an easy guess...every one gets better marks in rc...then in AIMCAT's..people like fail to find any reason to continue with belling the CAT mission and play dota and end up getting a percentile that failed to see any rise in it's life time....
Wait! It didn't end there... since dota single players are boring, sagar plays and spectates along with me, and it has turned into a habit for him, as a result he is spectating anything and everything[:P]...one more person added into the shitted list
It's not over yet! The divine chris is a victim as well... He went to home, when he was just about to sleep, he has seen this article about Irwin. Being very kind and caring, he felt touched and went to the hall, switched on the light and started reading abt it...Then a chicken guinea mosquito which just ate chicken, had a stomach upset and went to shit in the open as it was dark, as abhay switched on the light, the mosquito felt embarrased as abhay exposed him while he was shitting in the open. The mosquito became angry and bit him, poor chris...one week and still going...
so! so...shidddddddd maaaan...

ps: This is just one out of countless number of ways in which one incident somewhere effects everyone of you and me....

What not to do at aIIM CAT

2006-09-10T07:31:00.000-07:00

disclaimer:
All the explanations that follow are experiences of a dumb 19-year old(yeah...i'm still 19), interpreted in a dumber manner and presented in the dumbest possible way.

If you wanted to know what to do at the aIIM CAT this is not your place...
you need to consult the following persons:
king kalli
cool chaitu
chaaku chandu
supernatural chris
I can provide their contacts :)

This is the blog of what not to do before a IIM CAT...
a IIM CAT can either be AIMCAT or the actual CAT.

- Never ever take bath on that day... I have been emphasising on this point time and again but risked not to implement it at times and i paid a heavy price.
It is a general misconception that taking bath keeps u fresh...
but here are the actual effects
-- You'll have no new dress to wear after bath...so you wear something thatz more stinking than ur previous attire
-- You look smart
-- You look at other smart chicks
-- You fail to look at the DI or quant question which obviously are the ugliest things on earth
-- You will be over-fresh... Thatz a mood to party, not to attend an exam.
So never ever take a bath
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)

-Never try to predict your result with the help of a one-rupee coin (Better buy two solano's and enjoy them if u have a rupee left)

If you try to predict this is what happens
-- If it tosses to your choice, you will be over-confident and you'll screw up the exam
-- If it predicts doom, you obviously want to enjoy as you're destined to be doomed
Whatever, the result is you'll be screwed
Afterall, a rupee coin is the creation of some branch managed by some department of the overtly corrupt Indian Administrative system...
moral: Face the future, Never predict it...(Not atleast with a rupee coin)
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)

- Yet another misconception is to have a good night's sleep before the exam
-- Wrong, Wrong.. never ever do this
-- If you have had a good night's sleep before the exam, you're destined to have good dreams and you or rather me would love to be happy in the dreams rather than face the wrath of aIIM CAT...
so you tend to get back to sleep in the exam hall at the sight of the paper while at the same time if you had a bad sleep the previous night you tend to be in a hurry to finish off the paper quickly and get back to sleep...that not only tends to increase your speed but also gives a chance to fret out your frustration on the paper rather than letting the paper ra*E you...
So never sleep on a kurl-on mattress the day before
(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)

- Never plan to make a ra*E attempt on the aIIMCAT...
after-math's:
-- You will always find something so surprising as soon as u tear off its (seal...not clothes :P) and you'll realize that an aIIMCAT can never ever be ra*Ed by men(or women for that matter)...
-- Your action will be reciprocated in such a horrible manner that your friends instead of pitying starts lauging if you narrate the incident
-- No court or human rights organisation will come forward to help you
-- If you let aIIMCAT do once, it cultivates a fetish to do "IT" again and again
moral: ************************* (sensored... but i think you got the moral)

- Last but not the least... never read my blog the day before(if you do so you are destined to be ruined...or that's what happened to me)

MY DoTa Blog

2006-09-04T23:43:00.000-07:00

For those who are hearing this word for the first time DoTa is a non-stop battle to protect their ancients.
According to Greek Mythology
@##%@%% @#$%^^ !!(^
!@@$%)_+ !@#%%!!
huh...in short it's a computer game with the following features.

Addictive: Yes with a capital Y
Productive: eeks! what r u asking...no way
seductive: yeah, a few heroines (especially the bu*ty drow :P)
descriptive: hmmm...Yes, u can see luna channeling energy from the moon :O
imaginative: looks and feels but never sounds (don't ask me the meaning of this sentence, it's imaginative :P)
Destructive: To a greater extent, even have items to enhance damage...
For instance consider radiance, it does considerable damage to all the people who are watching DoTa.

Whatever the features of the game are, all i wanted to say through out is one sentence of wisdom that will change your life :P
Never See DoTa

ps: Those who preach doesn't follow -forgot his name

My daaash blog

2006-08-26T10:55:00.000-07:00

The word dash in its use is not inferior to any other syllable in language except for the divine word f**k.

some of the occasions are:

- The magical word in the very second line could not be uttered with out using the dash.... the word should be read as f dash dash k or simply dash.
This accent has been popularized by our roomate whenever he wants to utter out obscenities..oops! he calls them dashes :P... and is finding global acceptance

- This word can be used to fill in the missing lyrics when lyric writers run out of words. yes, i mean when they run out of words, not lyrics
for instance there is this song in a recent movie when the lyric writer just COMPLETELY ran out...
so the lyrics of the song are
daash daash do daash dash do dash do dash do dash dash dash do dash daa daas daash do daaaash do daaaaaaaash do daaaaaaaaaaasssssssh
even this dash song has been accepted by dash audience one of whom is sitting by my side right now.

My Strange Blog

2006-08-22T13:47:00.000-07:00

Recently i been suffering from symptoms of blog-guinea running berserk inside me.
So i opened up to write one...But oops! no ideas...
Just drained up the traces of creativity in trying to update orkut profile which obviously went in vain.
ok....now this is how i wrote this blog...
I've clicked on next blog by luizavirginia and this is the blog...i'll go on by giving a detailed explanation

Que meninazinha...
Good morning everyone

Ana Virgínia é uma criança supreendente... Está tão
I am virginia e uma the superindnte...I'll tell about my

interessante! Ontem estava na cozinha lavando umas
interests! Once upon a time i met this guy cozinha

louças ai lá vem ela... Bate na minha perna e diz... Dá
loucas alias ela... Soon we are in deep love... good

ábú!(me dá água). Fui até a geladeira enchi o copinho
heavens(great god). Once day his look alike copinho

dela e ela começou a beber. Só que ela fica só se
claimed himself as ela. So i believed him

mechendo não pára quieta ai molhou o chão. Eu disse
and gave him all my jewellary. Alas

assim: Viu nenén, você molhou o chão! Ai, sabe o que
Moral: Write new, think new! ai, ai but what the f*ck

ela fez? Fiquei besta pensando onde ela tinha aprendido
am i writing? Does this make any sense to you

isso... Pegou o tapete que fica na porta da geladeira e
readers... wondering what you have to do after wasting

começou a esfregar o chão pra limpar! Muito organizada,
time by reading such pathetic blogs! shout aloud,

ela!
oreyyyy!

chubby cheeks......(rhymes)

2006-07-26T22:48:00.000-07:00

preludu:
Yesterday evening i was travelling in this 10n number tyred vehicle people spell as "tea are yeah eye yen"
There sat a chick (f-19-telugu) in the berth adjacent to my berth...As usual i started "thief-looks" at her...

she to me...rhyme1:
puneet, puneet
yes, my crush
staring at me
no my crush
telling lies
yes my crush
open your heart
it's you you you

I asked her:
rhyme#2:
chubby cheeks..
dimple chin...
sexy lips...
eyes have glasses..
what a figure...
Who are you?

and then evil came in the form of a middle-aged dark-complexioned, long noxed, semi-bald, pot-bellied man.
He came in and seized that seat from her as if she had been sitting on his throne...
**** that *******.

Missing the AIM @ AIMCATS

2006-07-16T09:38:00.000-07:00

After blogging twice in a day(probably for the first time) history was not at all with me this day...

symptoms of failure in its way:
- Couldn't find the words that could rhyme with CAT(read previous blog to better understand this line)
- My mom forced to bath before going to the exam (which obviously is a baaaad omen)
- Vijayawada TIME girls are better than what i thought they would be;This point needs to be emphasized more i guess:
2 weeks ago, just 2 weeks ago two gujju beauties were sitting right in front of me and i still managed to get my flukes right at that time
but, few hours ago, just a few hours ago, a few vijayawada TIME girls sat not in front of me, but all around me...not exactly around, but ther aura spread all around me like poison...
I was attempting DI, it(the aura) was there
I was attempting QA, it was there
I was trying to attempt VA, it was there
I was trying to read the passages, it was there
I was looking at the key, it was not there
It's gone!! where...it's hid in the inner depths of my heart.
It came, It stayed and i'm conquered.
There ended the story of a king who went conquer a CAT but ended being conquered by sheer beauty...

And then i decided, i will write the next two AIMCAT'S as well in vij only :P

All for the library book

2006-07-15T07:06:00.000-07:00

lost is the feeling for the library book
The lost feeling for the library book
The feeling for the lost library book

Had i known which one of the above is gramatically correct i would(sry...might) have crossed the cutoff in the AIMCAT...
But then the truth is always bitter and harsh...
Till date neither do i know which one of the above is gramatically correct nor could i find my lost library book...
As i sat on the terrace and stared at the blue sky, green grass, black wires, white poles, stray dogs, smooching couples, toiling farmers, flying birds, rhyming words started to blurt out...

I took a book
that i never gave a look
it was safe in a nook
until one day i have to look
and scream oh f**k
where is the book
till date, i neither fou...
_________________cannot continue further________________
ERROR 912: NO RHYMING WORDS FOUND TO CONTINUE

neway, i have to face the harsh truth...
falling short of rhyming words
failing to the return the books
falling and failing to cross cutoffs

but, that was all yesterday and today is spent repenting for that yesterday...
And now that i have no books to return and more cutoffs to clear tommorrow, words start to rhyme again

There are these AIMCAT'S
After which people run around like mad RAT'S
These exams instill more fear than BLACK CATS
I thought of other exams like the GMAT'S
but again.......
_________________cannot continue further________________
ERROR 912: NO RHYMING WORDS FOUND TO CONTINUE

Oh no...not again...wherez my quant material :O:(:(:(

India tour at 501/-

2006-07-15T06:45:00.000-07:00

Only less than a week ago i was struck with this brillinat idea of starting a tourist agency that shows whole of india for just 501/-.
Though the tour of india was my own brainchild, the price tag of 501/- was inspired from none other than our visionary shri. Dhirubhai Ambani who stole the hearts and pockets of nearly 501 thousands of people with the 501 offer.

Under mentioned are the salient features of the scheme:
-your trip will be of 2 days and 1 night(starting frm ahmedabad and ending in chennai)
-you will travel in one of the most renowned trains(the navjeevan express)oops! superfast express.
-I will be with you only for 27 hours and you can utilize the remaining 9 hours to get hands on experience on experiencing india before falling prey to chennai baabus
-You will be carrying a general ticket but will be travelling in reservation compartment and also as per the new railway schemes, if ac 3-tier is free you can as well be accomodated in it.
-You can relish the myriad variety of indian dishes free of cost*
(*includes bread-omlet at ahd station, dal rice at bhusawal, rail khaana at akola, idli at warangal and sambhar rice at chennai)
ps: Make sure you carry 1 10 rupee note(for the male-female category)

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stay glued...more offers to be released soon...

Timing your prayer

2006-07-11T00:18:00.000-07:00

Partly this post is an attempt to avoid "hindi-song torture" threat that was posed by deep-guevera and partly for still the memories of world cup (both good and mostly bad ) haunt me when i sleep on the terrace closer to our 48"(didn't measure the exact size) TV...
The day when france ousted brazil while i sat on the terrace and saw the match despite having a nebulous view, just in order that i can look up to the sky and pray to gods easily...But none of my prayers answered...
And post-match i prayed against france or rather pro-portugal (since it ousted england and made the campus a peaceful place) and neither were those prayers heard. Only lately did i find out that god stays in a far far away place called heaven and it takes time for prayers to reach him...so in the final, my prayers, made a weeek or so before were answered...So next time on have a schedule with you, if possible measure the time that will be taken and pray at the right time to expect the right results... The timing is so important because gods have so many requests and as a result are prone to what techies call "bufffer overflow error" and as a result old prayers might be discarded...so next time on pray at the right times or pray when no one else is praying.

"Good Old" zizou is no more

2006-07-10T04:19:00.000-07:00

9th july 2006, the day that saw the demise of the "good old" tag for one of "the greatest" in the history of the game. First impression may well be the best impression but last impressions are the ones that are remembered for ever. A few days down zidane is remembered more for his "sieze ram style" header right into the chest of materizzi(my toungue gets wangled up when i try to pronounce this name) and ofcourse, quiet obviously materizzi fell to the ground making no attempts to balance himself.
Some say materizzi provoked zidane, he might well have done it. But there are other ways to deal with such incidents other than ramming into opponents chests.
Atleast bald head-experienced zizou should have known this. From now on, more than being remembered for his double header that brought france their maiden-world cup eight years ago, more than his scintillating footballing skills, more than his twice golden boot acheivement, more than his (once or twice..i don't remember the exact number) player of the year tag, he is remembered more for his infamouse red card in 2006 finals which didn't help france's cause either as italy ran home with the cup.
There has been severe criticism from the french press that a red was given even if neither the referree nor his assistant spotted it, but FIFA confirmed it stating that the 4th umpire has seen it with his eyes but not in TV replays. Instead of delving into the veracity of the FIFA's statements the disgraceful act of zidane should be punished under any means. so the zinadine zidane who came in as zinadine zidane has transformed into a zizou and then earned the tag "good old" which he incidentally threw away in his last match.

The beautiful game

2006-07-10T00:22:00.000-07:00

"Beauty is in the eye of the onlooker" said some one named anonymous.
But the beauty of this beautiful game is always beautiful...The above statement is as true as confusing it is.
For those who don't know what the beautiful game is
It is the game played by humans with the world in an 8-inch diameter(courtesy espn)
It is the game that enlightened and rejoiced more lives than those it destroyed(one being mine :( )
It is the game that made me pay 10bucks for a TV repair..(I would prefer enjoy it with friams bought from that 10 bucks)
It is the game that made me sit back on a weird shaeped tubes of 2 months and made my father's pocket leaky(not once but twice did this 8-inched moster puncture my dad's pocket)
Despite all this this is the game i love the most and many would prefer the "i" to be replaced my "many" so that they could fit in as well.

Yesterday's final was just a "complete" display of "the game" and i guess someone(there are many) who are seeing football for the first time could not ask for more....they've definately got more than what they wanted....They can go 60 years down in a time machine and boast with their great-grand children..."you know i saw a world cup final match"
Ofcourse it was a final match and so it was pitted to be a nerve-wrecking match that turned out to be the other way round(not exactly, but still...) It ate nearly 150 minutes of my valuable time.(I would have dreamt of hell lot of dreams in this time). OH shit! why did i say ate??? I am feeling hungry...will continue in next post...

Why brazil lost

2006-07-08T09:39:00.000-07:00

I have been recently flodded by this (of course chain mail) with subject why brazil lost!!! It carried footage of good old roberto carlos,
the carlos who can take free kicks at 120kmph
the carlos whose thigh measures the same as my waist
the carlos who is probably the world's only defending striker
yeah...i am talking about the banana free-kick carlos
this carlos was standing with his hands on his knees while zidane is taking the free-kick and our cool oscar award winning actor thierry henry, fresh from his award winning performance against spain managed to easily pass through this old boy near the far-post and put that in...Dota player might prefer to call that "CHOOS THAT IN"
neway, brazil lost and that means we have to wait for 4 more years and then there would be no carlos...so is it brazil's cup in 2010...let's see....

Football mania-2(Drenched in Heaven)

2006-06-01T12:32:00.000-07:00

date:June 2nd 2006
venue:da-iict football ground
time:11:16:24 am
forecast: cloudy and rainy with storms and thunders :P

Along with the rain drops ran in several young da-iictians fighting for a place in the football ground. Neither the thunders not the storms could scare off these tough guys who are out to challenge the rain and play the game...

As time passed the ground was filled up with more players than rain drops and records after records were created on the eventfulday.
Recorded Records :
- The game lasted for 3 hours(the rain also lasted for 3 hours)
- 12 new faces stepped in the football ground for the first time.
- Each person fell an average of 6.2 times which is the record for total number of falls on a particular day.
- There were a total of 61 shots on goal that failed to reach the goal line which is infact a record that probably could never be broken in football history.
- First time ever in football history, no person knew who all are on his side.

If records are put aside, the way we enjoyed playing in the rain was just priceless.
Those Long Slides, Bicycle kicks, water splashes... i don't think heaven can offer more than this... Atleast i hope those who are with me in the rain would remember this day as one of "THE BEST" days at da-iict

Mr.Daaaaag(A caption less tale of a dog)

2006-05-31T01:44:00.000-07:00

Many people think that it is a disgrace to lead a life as a dog. But today we have with us a dog named Daaaag with us who is willing to clear our misconceptions about how it feels being a dog especially at da-iict. Let's introduce Mr. Daaaag

Hello, Mr.Daaaag..you know you have got a great name, how did u get that name

Mr.Daaaag: You know being a dog at da-iict is not very easy... People love to name me and they call me by so many names, you know even i am surprised and even more confused with so many names...so i named myself Daaag..

so, Mr.Daaag, what are the privilages you enjoy at da-iict

Mr.Daaag: Well you know, there are these bunch of people who sleep outside and leave their mattresses for me to sleep on...they stink a lot, but you know i have got my own ways to make them wash their mattresses...so i wake mid-day and royally walk down the stairs as people make way for me... then i go to any of the canteens and you know, there are lots of varieties of food offered to me...first i smell their plates and only if i feel it to be hygenic then i munch a lil bit and go away...actually i have put on some wieght these days...so i have been too selective with my food...then i come back and take a nap on the mattreses....

so, Mr.Daaaag do you participate in extra-cirricular activities:
Mr.Daaaag: yeah!you know, i am great football fan, whenever i feel like playing i just go to the ground and play a game...you know the other defenders are so scary of me that they run away when i have the ball with me...but you know, it feels quite boring to play with such fearing defenders...so lately i stopped playing...ok maaan, i gotta sleep...will get back to you later

Football mania -1 (World's Bestest 11 footBallers)

2006-03-29T22:11:00.000-08:00

After a loot of thinking, i finally came up with an undisputable team to represent the face of the earth if at all a World's cup happens....here's the team

Puffon[gk]
Miriyala Aanrey[s,c]
Sattichenko[s]
Khooney[s]
Palakolinho[s,vc]
Del Pavan[s]
Frank thampard[m]
Baillack[m]
Garlos[d]
Oboue[d]
Sitastre[d]

[s]-striker, [m]-mid-field, [d]-defense, [gk]-goal keeper, [c]-captain, [vc] - vice captain.
Fomation : 3-2-5
manager : arsene aravodu
home grnd: Any gully

*iing:
puffon(divine divers[:P] :: puneet+buffon)
miriyala aanrey (the coolses misser and finisher:: miriyala sagar + henry)
sattichenko (ultimate FAkers :: satti + schevchenko)
Khooney[s] (no need for an intro :: rooney + kreek)
Palakolinho[s] (The magicians :: ronaldinho + you know who?)
del pavan[s] (the legends :: del piero + pavan)
frank thampard[m] (fierce and deadly :: tarochimaru + frank limpie)
baillack[m] (never plays for their clubs :: bai krishna + ballack)
garlos[d] (hard hitters both::carlos + gautham)
Oboue[d] (full of injuries [:P] eboue + obuls)
sitastre[d] (the stars :: silvester + our sita)

SunShineSolllu (part-1-b)

2006-03-22T09:36:00.000-08:00

name : TONDALAKI URI SIKSHA - THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION :

It took very short time for sentece the TONDA to URI SIKSHA as all the accusations were very very strong and are supported with solid proofs
here is the list:
1) being the tonda of the neighboring village this tonda is "line marring" another tonda of teenup's village about which the TA (not TA of da-iict, but tondala association) have registered a complaint and the tonda went into the same hole as this female "bomb-shell" tonda lives and there are all murmurs "it was drizzling outside at that moment and god knows what happened" and i personally have seen that tonda go into that hole.

2) there is a tradition where people perform "tondala pelli" in order to recieve rains. This tonda have convinced several people that this ritual will infact bring rain and have been accused of misutilizing the resources collected as a part of it.

Apart from these there are 17 hold the handd(cheyyi pattkunna) cases, 12 beating cases on this TONDA
and now it committed the biggest crime

by maintaining unlawful contact with the hole-world it is encouraging the hole-world to overtake the earth and hence rule the earth. when asking it's reply for this question it made a pride face and made a sound "wi"
tuneep recalled lahur teaching him wi meaning yes and that's it... it was sentenced to hang
a nice thread was taken... tied into a knot and one end of it is tied to a tree and the other end to the TONDA'S neck... and as the clock ticked to the exact location, the TONDA was hanged....and there end's teenup's story
and ppl, don't pity for it... if today u were reading this blog it is all because of the great hang... had it not been hanged our world could have been long back conquered.

SunShineSollu (part-1)

2006-03-22T09:22:00.000-08:00

name : TONDALAKI URI SIKSHA :
ENGLISH : HANG SENTENCE FOR THE LIZARD :
of alll the people SITTING there tuneep is the ____ fellow... he doesn't even know how to spell his name. he even doesn't know his name should be spelt as teenup.
k, he starts his story first and here it goes in a typical "follow the white rabbit" style...
one day teenup and his childhood pal are sitting on the shore of the canal in his village. He had seen a coloured "tonda" (english people pronounce it lizard) and he followed it until it went into a hole. teenup is too huge to fit into the hole and so he waited outside the hole. then he recalled all the beauty Alice had seen after getting following the rabbit and waited for the "tonda" to come out and narrate what is inside. So, as soon as the "tonda" came out of the hole he caught it shouting "aaha! there you are, i got u b****". holding it firmly in his hands he asked it in a soothing tone
teenup: now tonda, what is your name
tonda: silence
teenup: ok it's fine that you wanted to stay anonymous.
now tell me how beautiful is the "hole-world"
tonda: silence again
teeeup: now tonda, don't bee too rude... just answer my question and i would let you free
tonda: (staring angrily at teenup) made a sound that teenup's ears read something to be crewdk caerewk... teenup didn't know the meaning and there was no oxford dictionary facility either...
teenup: now tonda, i know only telugu and broken english... just because i stay in guajarat doesn't mean i knew hindi or gujarati... since you are a telugu tonda i think you should be good enuf in telugu.
tonda: (mockingly looking at teenup) "qeroer qweruc che"
as soon as teenup's ears read the "che" term teenup knew it was scolding him in gujarati
and his eyes became red
teenup: now tonda, tell me what you have seen there or i would hang you
tonda: (turned face the other way) and tried to escape

this infuriated teenup to the extremes... he definately knew it was a member of TSI (TONDA security INTELLIGENCE) from the neighboring village trying to destroy the world.... so just like indian police accusing everything on the ISI, he accused it and the case is due hearing in the next blog

SunShineSollu (prelude)

2006-03-22T08:44:00.000-08:00

Inspired by some mind-blowing BOX-BREAKING "out of the box" thinking by none other than our D-WINE psr, i was once again addicted to blogging, and again this old guy named "he" popped up my window(sorry i think i hav to pronouce that (bee-oh-ex) BOX, saying why are you blogging.

Vexed up with the vexest vexations of this he-vexer i went out and joined the junta sitting under the beautiful sun on a beautiful sun-day morning.
Then i remembered the quiz question... why is a sunday called a sunday?
sunday is a sun-day becoz there is sun on sunday and holiday is called holiday because holi is a holi-day
and then i sat along with them on a fat-rusty pipe outside our wing.
The beings sitting there were named ugnob, kihtrak, iab, gaaal, tuneep and nura and and ragas soon joined them.

(don't go away....will get back to u after a long sleep break)

Why is he blogging? (part-4)

2006-01-29T06:49:00.000-08:00

The day he joined T.I.M.E, he's sure that he's gonna have a horrible TIME. But it's too late. As soon as he's offered a discount, he grabbed it up like a wily fox, but that bound him and his TIME with T.I.M.E and in a mysterious place called ahmedabad where people speak a mysterious language called gujarati. All he could do to communicate was to use the "universal language" of signs and "utter occasional sylabbles which only he understands to be hindi". Before he think of thinking about any thing, in front of him were 30 vocab questions that had to be answered in 20 minutes. He started scribbling on the paper and to his astonishment he found so many words being those he used IN HIS BLOG.
He was ..... was..... was....
He forgot words to describe his happiness. His heart forgot to beat for a moment. He stared with a blank eye, that shined in the luminicence of the tubelight as the professor went on with his wont of explaining the origin and meanings of the words. But he's already found the root's of his answers. He's found some answer to the eternal question. He thanked T.I.M.E for helping him find some answer to his "nauscetic" question if not helping him find some way to get into IIM's.

Finally he got an answer....But is that all....He thinks so....As of now he thinks that's all....But soon he's gonna realise what he had found out was not more than just a speck among a ocean of anwers.... But when is that soon going to be???

Why is he blogging? (part-3)

2006-01-24T08:53:00.000-08:00

He had a very wild celebration the last night and the day being a saturday added to his reasons to celebrate. He returned home very late and had a disturbed sleep that night. The disco lights still flashed on his eyes prodding them. The girl in blue made him keep on dreaming about her (but she would never look back at him). He knew it, but he still dreamt with hope. Hope is all he's breathing to live.
Finally he woke up facing the reality of the world and despite a plethora of sick dreams he again looked more than happy. This time he's got the right reasons behind him. To his astonishment his blog invited a comment. He recieved the comment like a kid recieving a candy. With so much excitement he read the comment. His eyes spoke out the happiness he hid within his heart. He thought of announcing it all over saying that he's got a comment to his blog. But then he realised that it would add up to his insanity as one of his neighbor had already made into the list of top 5 bloggers. He counted the bloggers he knew till his fingers no more held the count. His happiness slowly dissolved into the depression of being one "insignificant blogger" among a myriad bloggers. He decided to remain silent. And the silence led him back to his fears. Amidst the darkest of these silences reemerged the iterative sickening question.
"Why is he blogging?"
He's sure he didn't find the answer he was googling for! Or Did he???
He doesn't think he did!! :(

Aaah! Am really scared? Where is this gonna end...
BUT, IS HE SCARED ???

Why is he blogging? (part -2)

2006-01-22T04:35:00.000-08:00

After repeatedly reading his first part on why he's blogging, he was more than confused. He was sitting in front of the mirror trying to read his other side and resolve the confusion. Still he could not comprehend his stance about the bloggers. Whether it was love or hatred, appreciation or denounciation, something or nothing. He thought deeper and deeper till his hair started to turn grey portraying him as a "great thinker". That added to his woes of being unable to woo even a single good looking girl.
As soon as the thought of being unable to woo a girl arised in his mind, the world to him stopped for a moment.
"WAIT!", he said to himself
His face was happier than ever
His eyes were brighter than ever
His nose was sharper than ever
His ears were wider that ever
(I am aware of the fact that there were indeed some "worstest" comparisions....but they are in the right place)
The "confusing(or rather confusion) charm" that's usually associated with him seems to have desserted him.
Is it that he's creating a new trouble(wooing a girl) as a solution to his existing problems(Why is he blogging?) or is he agglomerating his woes ???
More than happier, he started celebrating
Is he celebrating for the right reasons???
You have to wait for the answers :)

Why is he blogging? (part -1)

2006-01-20T05:18:00.000-08:00

He stared and stared and stared.... read and read and read.... blog after a blog after a blog... post after a post after a post
till his charming little eyes cud barely comprehend the difference between a d and a b, till his lousy self barely managed to sit on the chair, till his little, good for something (donno what dat something is) brain cud no more allow in a thought of those f***king bloggers.
He praised all the with great bloggers from his heart or that's what his compliment's to all above-average bloggers
He cursed himself for his inability to use even a single "good" english word despite of having repeatedly read some 2000+ english words. He loathed his ability to use english in all ways "except the way" it has to be used. He detests his roomie for using an oxford dictionary and coming up with new words which he could no more stuff up in his virus-stricken memory. He despises his "self-dabba" attitude which he could never get along with how hard he try (he never tried, thatz a different matter)
The day he writes a blog he wud be sitting on cloud9, and 9 days down the line he looks back at the same block with a deep long stare and says "what did i write?"
And then with a gloomy, grief-stricken face he shuts down his pc, slams back his chair, reaches his bed in 3 heavy steps and wallows under his warm blanket.
And the next moment all the hatred and all the blogs and bloggers are gone... where? he doesn't know... HE feels they are all gone...that's all he wanted and he gives a dams to how and where they've gone... every night he sleeps with the same feeling, and dwells into his most diversified dreams (ranging from a date with angelina jolie to reading those sickening blogs) only to wake up the next day and upon the press of the big-fat button on his laptop, he opens his blog anxiously for a comment just to realise that he had to utter his very own quote yet again... "Why am i blogging?"

ps : If it isn't clear why he is blogging, You have understood the post just the way it is meant to be... come on man, u can't expect the whole plot to be unvieled in the first scene... do you?

It's all over :-) :-(

2005-11-03T23:05:00.000-08:00

7:05pm, b wing, da-iict :
I had a bad night out the day before and slept at 12 in the afternoon, wrapped in a good warm blanket. For some reason, i was not at ease with my sleep which usually is my best comapnion through out the day through out my life. As a wallowed lazily in my bed I heard someone knock at the door. It repeatedly kept on knocking. Usually I would give a damn to it, but as i have already said, this was not just another normal day and I am forced to open the door. there was no one out there, i scanned the corridor carefully but could spot none. In fact i knew there was nobody. It's my innerself knocking repeatedly at me foreboding evil. As i turned back i could not stop glaring at him with a blurred eye. OH MY GOD! he's gonna do it. he's fully equipped with the right equipment and is going to do it now. I cursed sagar for encouraging him into the mission. I was immeadiately on my foot. As i approached there i just stopped for a second and spotted him. It was not like "it came and it went." It took rather a lot of time, but all i could do is stare at him helpless as he went along with the operation. It was all crumbling down to the earth. uprooted from their deep foundation it all shattered into pieces and got washed away. Now, its no more the blurred vision i always had. it's clear, crystal clear i would say, his intentions are clear and the damage is already done as people glared agape with a blank eye, shocked and unable to accept the reality.
YEAH! IT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR, HE NO MORE HAD THE MUSTACHE WHICH USED TO BLOCK HIS CHARM.

the fifth gate opens at last

2005-10-25T12:25:00.000-07:00

As i flew to my right or that's what i thought, i sensed the ball curving away from me and decided to put it all one last time. In a jiffy my subconcious mind pulled my left hand from nowhere towards the vicinity of the ball that was flying a bit slower than what what could be termed a rocket. The ball caught my left middle finger and misinterpreted my anticipation to be something else(you know wat). The ball got angry and rejected to deflect. It patted hard on my tiny finger, and the already injured finger appeared too small to bear the weight of the football championship. As I glared with a blank eye the ball gave a deathkiss to my finger, whispered slowly that itz not gonna take my middle finger and flew through the beautifully painted white poles. All at once all of them went off at once, the ball, the championship, the hope, everything... As i lay on the green grass with a tainted blue sports wear, it all happened... and the next time i found myself untieing my shoe in my room.
"If i had jumped a bit early, i would have"
"If i had moved to my right...."
"had i waited..."
"if i....."
"had i ...."
my mind suddenly started learning binaries... either it thought of if's or had's but nothing else....
i knew that it's only a matter of time to realise the goodnesses of the fifth penalty going in....
so if you wanna know it... you have to wait.[:p]

Me, Myself & Puneet

2004-09-08T06:56:00.000-07:00

My social stand abt. this is ambivalent as i had conflicting opinions onto what ppl. thnik abt. me. I have got a whole different world when it comes to the perception of my inner-self.
I look at me as myself, someone who is not someone, but one with his own identity. However i am afraid i'd be mistaken to be some one different just for the cause "If everyone is different then no one is diffferent"
Living in this enigmatic world, I am pretty much an ambivert. Some times I feel titillated and at the pinnacle of my thoughts & at other times feel enervated & as if am hurled into an abysm.
Through the span of 18 long in my life so far I heard several adages which I find easier to remember rather to follow. I had my quota of victories and defeats amidst which i grew up learning the most important lesson of my life "Learn from ur defeats."One more aspect I feel great abt. myself is that i'm an everlearner always thirsty and enthusiastic to learn more & more in topics of my interest. I am a bit adamant in living up to the expectation and advices of others in topics i'm uninterested in.One notable bad quality of mine is i rarely heed to other's advices in my matters. As a child i won several accolades in my school days in our village. But as time passed and I grew up and got exposed to a giant competetive world i'm no longer that child pedigree i used to be. i need to work hard to cope up with the situation and come out with flying colours.
My most deared past time is my childhood and during leisure periods i like either to wallow in my bed or brainstorm myself.
I read autobiographies of several renowned personalities, but never got impressed with any just for the sake of the same age old cause of mine
"I AM MYSELF"