nostalgic

Music defines the time of our life. As it plays again the past just comes to you as a beautiful movie with a background music. Now reminds me of the time in Bangalore. Feels like yesterday! Thanks to everybody!

Wide awesome variety

char's madness for kids and gadget disasters,

giz's affinity to musical and sporty friends,

anu's spoiled plans and mis-love for good food and..,

ms' craving for universal knowledge,

bk's coffee addiction and movie making,

vaish's aptitude for crazy stunts,

joko's nothing to describe straight,

terr's points of prey and stories of secrets,

pavi's pink bag and animated narration,

gow's radical attitude and equivalent modesty.

FL feels..

To want the love, you don't love

To make a wish, you can't hear

To hope the hopeless, you have no hope for

To hold on and can't have forever..

Little things together

Here comes the end to another lovely experience. Hyderabad! I hated you when I saw you. Liked you when I watched what you are. Loved you when you took me to show around and now I miss you for what you were.

Kony nightmares, apping thunders, the pleasant pondicherry, the ugly-serves-purpose-hostel, meet-up b'lore trips, life after Basara, Koti, Charminar, Sultan Bazar, Bangle stores, Ginger Court, No money to enter KBR park, Corner stone ice-cream, Nampally Exhibition, Chattees 36, Jubilee hills 45, chicken biriyani, coffee@Cafe Nandini, Cinemax long long chats, Late office cozy Paratha place, Runway 9, SVM, Odyssey, Inorbit, Citibank: Gogri, Lele, Tekchandani; triples at 12, Kal's unkempt-place-to-crash, bitching promises, GVK, KFC, box office, movie curses, Himayathnagar, Universal Bakery, Clove 9, Abids Big Bazar game zone, Sania Mirza pani puri, miss-prabhas in seconds, miss-sidharth cuz of kony, HRC, danny, MCD@CityCenter, plan-has-to-work lifestyle shopping, bk's red top, one-time 10D, hostel terrace, rice grain at shilparamam, stunning beauty of outskirts temples, dentist weekends, peace at relatives, forgetting phone and team's farewell gift at office on the last day and do the last time at office drama second time to pick them, Tivoli theatre, hyderabadi hindi, Apollo fish, ye maaya chesave, tolichowki, ages old tiny spirit, bitsian legacy at kony, dream-never-came-true to see Nagarjuna, United Airlines, Toyota, Citibank, office smoking zone and to end with the best, the few sweet memorable friendships, hangouts, angry moments and the insightful discussions.

'Little things make life so beautiful with people being there to share the little moments'. Makes me realize now that 'it was so wonderful, not at all uneventful'.

Matching Matching!

My roommate off and after a long time I got a chance to be in a single room and have this whole lil space to my own self. Since I really do not have much to write anything specific at this point of time, I am just typing out meaningful sentences. My days passing by in routine since the past few months, just with the office space getting bigger and bigger and with loads of people coming in each day, I lost track of even the number of bitsians in my office. I can mark 2009-10 to be the most uneventful time of my life, though on a brighter side I got to meet a lot of new people and had a touch of small space worklife growing bigger. I was always under the misconception that I came across a variety of people in life through my college and that I can relate anybody new to one of the old variety in an attempt to judge them. But lately, I wonder if I am right with developing impression on a person in relation with my old connections. These could be mostly wrong in reality but right in hypothesis or could be the other way round since I am really not sure but its fun to do it. To elaborate, with my association with a lot of people senior to me, I see in each of them a person who I know would grow up to. To not get 'technical' here, its more about the personality manners which my oldie would develop if not entirely, to a match-able ratio with the newie. A ms into an ajay, a vasa into a raj, a vaish into a rajendra, a char into a mallika, a naren into a suhas, a nal into an usha, a gowcow into a ramky, a bcube into a sumanth, a bk into a kunal, a mahalakshmi into a sarada, are a few to type down. I hope since the first column doesn't know the second column in any possible connectivity, I am safe :). Of the pairs some are mild correlations and some are strong resemblances and I don't really think any of you should try to know the corresponding person to know whom or what you would be like in the next 10-15 years because its all just my hypothesis work and I simply take the pleasure of seeing each of you in them in my everyday routine. The underlying motive for all this is again the same demotivating work, but when we be at the time 10+ years from now and I happen to find that my prediction is going right, I would come back here and mark the match and say to myself 'yo! I was right!'.

XYZ moods

What kind of a person feels like pushing out these words loud out of his throat saying, "I want to throw the bloody cellphone OFF. Have to keep me fucking available to the whole world always!". "I do not want to make conversations with anybody and I will detest to see any human trying to make a conversation with me"."I will DRRaaGG myself to some godforsaken place and find myself a place to live in there.""I don't want to update myself with the hell that goes on around me and I will not let anybody know about my whereabouts"."I do not want anybody to either ask me what I am upto or give there foul advices suggesting what I should be upto".
Hmm..It is not frustration. It is not irritation. It is not boredom. It is not joblessness also. It's a probably a frustrating irritation generated out of the boring job,lessening even the least of quality that could remain to an absolute null!
Nothing more! asksjfsfjoeirsjldklsdfsl!
Been long time. College over.Now this. Next.
PS: Was hoping to write better.

The perfect for the unreachable!

Clinching his 15th Grand Slam title the unsurpassable star Roger Federer wins the Wimbledon 2009 final crossing the Pete Sampras' world record of 14 Grand Slam titles! What a match was it! .. Tiring four and half hours with a score of 5-7, 7-6,7-6,3-6 and "16-14". With Andy Roddick putting an exemplary fight not giving the slightest hint of appearing to loose at any point of the match and Fedex holding his perseverance till the last moment and thats all that he needed to raise himself to the glory! The tie breaker of the second set being the crucial one! twas all the chance that Fed had to get! \m/
Andy Roddick \m/ : "Pete! I tried my best to hold him off" ;)

Mr.Drive

And now again I'm behind the wheels
But, it is different how the structure feels,

In fragile control of the motion,
Preferred the extended clarity in attention..

With the perfect balance on the gear,
And a moderate display of inexperienced flair..

The next entry on my list,
has been given to Bajaj Discover!

~Do's~

Spot the cruel,
Find the ruin,
Kill the demon...!

Share the sorrow,
Bear the heat,
Fill the life..!

Try the tough,
Clear the wind,
Make the way..!

Jail the crime,
Beat the wicked,
Shut the mean..!

Help the old,
Support a life,
Have the faith..!

Write many,
Spot few,
Execute one..!

Go Manipal!

Days that blazed away in the sun and wet us under the falls, an evening after the sunset, an evening at the lord's and the nights that careened us through the winding ways and the place which never could feel better if it was not the same set.With the drive of passion, the innocence of angrez and the demand for employment framing the themes of the occasion, the two days passed and remained as the most beautiful picture on the mind.

Laugh Out Loud's:

"Arey left tiragara!"
( Sudden break! Sun's head on the dash board)
"Emchesavra!"
"Emcheyyanu maa maruthilo ila break kodutu unte gaani aagadu"

" Bhaiyya 'yeshashwi hotel'? "

"Mee annaya gurinchi enta mandi jr. ammayilu adugutaaru telusa campus lo"
"valladaggara dabbulu teeskonuntadu"

@Big bazaar trial: "Shruthi!! chaala baundi.. edi ila tirugu foto teesta! "
( Security comes running)

" Naku bore kodutundi!"
"Indaaka eppudo bore kotti untundi raa adi ippudu cheptundi"

Dumb C : Actor : "Me"
My Guess : "Prudhvi"
Expected guess : "Man"

"bkaayyy, this is the photo when you were falling and this is the photo after you fell!!"

"your face, that much only !!"
"your face, still that much only !!"








@teddy: " battalesarenti!!!! " O.o

@tollgate: Police: "aage chalo"
"Arey aagi vellamani kaadu raa .. munduki vellamani"

the day before start: "inka maa nanna confuse ayyi.. phonelo Vasa ippudem cheppali annaranuko, bathuku waste aipotundi akkada"








Organizer: Saineni
Drive: Konudula
Finance: Potluri
Advisor: Prateek
Cast: B.K. , Vasa
Photography: Sruti
Dialogues: Self-employed ;)

Easy !

"God! Its killing me!"

"May be I ll try and come back next time"

"He deserves the last word"

"Thank you for the support"

"See you, next year!"

After Thoughts..

Each time i try to get my thoughts together to put some interesting junk into this tiny web space, its a major failure. May be its the life thats causing it. Standing at the crossroads in a temporary halt trying to figure out by itself where to venture into next and with my mind being highly uncooperative, only giving it some haphazard insinuations about each and every interesting thing about this highly sophisticated and complicated world.
An amplified episode of this started in Bangalore where time just flies. By the time you get up, you realize its time for bed. A place where you can almost expect anything and everything to happen exactly the way you do not want it to unless it has the perfect way of working out synchronously with the task that your programmer assigns you for the day. The only time where you find some element of satisfaction is when a weekend plan of yours works out just the right way you wish. Week long what you think is you is not you. A constant feel of an intelligent donkey acting with numerous programmed or manual instructions set by the the Boss! is what keeps haunting you! The day you manage to be just slightly out of the right column of the chart you are expected to be in, is the day you can't just miss out on an all-praise session behind the glass door. Well,if you give a stop at this and look at it, these are just the facts of an endless uninteresting drama out of which nothing comes out except a huge number at regular intervals of thirty.
Even with this unending feeling of undefined monotonousness, each day in the city began with a new discussion, a new question, a new experience, a new talk, a new lesson, all together bringing a new understanding of this going-to-be significant or insignificant life, adding new inputs to this unfilled journey which is headed towards an unknown destiny. And with a re-modified perspective of life, things which you thought before were simpler get complicated and things which you thought were lot complicated get extremely simple. With few interesting discussions, few memorable acquaintances, few undone mistakes, few swaying moods and with a few reluctantly extended days the period ended. More than saying 'Life is a box of chocolates' it is 'Bunch of surprises' which keeps you on cloud nine when you witness things that are shaping up which you secretly wish could happen. All surprise lies where you realize this acquired shape incredibly turned out to be the odd one. :D

Colored Hair..

I know people are starring right at my head. I know people find it unboundedly crazy and I know I am the one among them for the night whom they cant stop laughing at, uncontrollably.With so much of knowledge as I hesitantly step into the bus where i'll be, rather my hair'll be exposed to more number of eyes and there ll be more people looking at my craziest work of the day. Though four of us, Char, Giz and ' liliput shoes wala' occupied the four seater cleverly putting the luggage they had in the fourth one, therefore pushing me away to a two seater behind them considering themselves in a higher esteem than mine for the night. ( But these were the idols of the day who made me the way I was looking that night!). As I sat down occupying only an edge of the seat and resting my hand on the front seat, all this for reasons like ' give comfort to the co-passengers and keep the government property clean', I could feel the attention I am recieving in the bus. There is not a single eye which is not caught upon my head. Though having felt all this, when I turn back to see the reality I catch the sight of the man sitting right behind me burst out in laughter right at the same time. Though struggled hard to find various reasons which could have made him laugh other than me, but finally had to be embarassed and I turned front in the same pace as turned back as if nothing had happened at all. As if his laugh hadn't proved anything he then started to speak, " I thought you applied some medicine over there in colours of pink and green , But I think its the cake ... .. ..." .. " Ya right, it is CAKE! " .... "Anyways Happy Birthdayy ! "... :D

Dedicated 'Drive' to ?

Deep inside the forest is where you are left behind all alone. No sign of a living human breathe, no sign of pathway to rescue. The faint sounds of movements reaching you ear, can't figure out from which direction, is it just the leaves of the trees due to the gentle wind or is it the tiny organisms crawling on the ground trying to creep on to you or is it something bigger which is trying to reach your flesh. With all nerves tight, taking a step with utmost amount of care and fright, moving ahead, now comes the danger. Doppler effect! Something is approaching. Heart started to palpitate, legs gain the momentum, and run! Ran and ran and the thing you thought was approaching is still following .Far in the end of your sight a sign of hope arised. An old style hunter's car! END! Sign: Good or bad? This is what is the picture that comes to my mind when i think of my ability to 'Drive'. What if i was not able to drive out of such a predicament? The hope that had risen would have soon thrashed into vain.
So, be it a flying jet, a lambhorgini!, a hitech bus, a truck, a four wheel van,a three wheeler auto, a two wheel scooter, or even my pro! vehicle bajaj spirit, whatever it is ! I should be able to drive. Well, quite tough a job it is to fulfil such a dream. But atleast a few of them, I should. I know My dream sounds weird !

PS: This is not an advertisement to hire me for a driving job for any vehicle in my future. :D

Govinda! Govinda!

Govinda ! Govinda ! is what keeps blowing in your mind all throughout the time you are in that dark enclosed hall. The broken chip from lays on your lips, trying to slowly inch on to your tongue, while your uncooperative eyes and ears fully dedicated to concentrating on what the old man in the white shawl in front trying to explain from the semi-dark background, noticing the tears falling from the beautiful eyes of the girl next to him and with so weak a knowledge at the higher levels of language, well, there's nothing more you can do than poking the next person and asking "Ah, what did he just say ?". The climax of RGV's new film Sarkar Raj which i watched this weekend. :)

Holidays!

Holidays ! :D The days that kept me waiting , all through my first semester in college. Not for the reason that i'm nostalgic but for a break that i was looking for from the supposedly overburdened life that me and my friends thought . The first came in the mid semester 'the break for a week' for diwali . After a continuous pleading by the 'then CSA' to the dog-like-proffessor(:D) , finally got the vacation extended for a week , and all set to go ! First time , in such large a group , familiar faces on every side , no parents to put you restricted , no one to silence you from judging the guys passing , not a soul to hinder your genuine attempts at singing (well, there might be for me :D )..the sense of freedom with a hint of responsibility, the jubiliation felt, not leaving the climate that added flavour to it , all together simply leave me amazed each time i look back at it. The four days of home stay passed in a flash and all of us back in college again.

Holidays! :D The first semester break, reached home somehow getting off the painstaking comprees in a slapdash fashion! Like the rest is more enjoyed only after pain, holidays are more relishing only after such a travail. The vacation ended even before starting to think about any of the to-do-list items - driving, cooking, gym, early to bed early to rise, playing - nothing came into effect ! nothing absolutely!

Holidays! :D Now the biggest break! Summer! Now more things added on to the list and with still the same laziness and the addiction to the comp, can you hope to get worse? They just passed with lil spice here and there with some computer course stuff and now,One year done ! and we are seniors ! Omitting the winter hols again which followed the same trend , next came the second summer break which had PS 1, which i thought would be a mere waste of time baking in the hot sun at my station.

Holidays! :) :| :D NTPC Simhadri. PS 1 started in no time and me, the only girl at my station in a group of 15 not so good looking ones (including me :D ) and not so mingling ( me too again :D ) .But new faces which and new friends who always interested me, gave me the impetus to make friends.Habituating myself to trying to decipher varied kinds of psychology of guys, in a weeks time i was all set in place and feeling comfortable, loved going to PS each day inspite of burning heat. And now started all the fun... endless discussions on his unmatched heights of lethargy, his walking,talking,dressing styles, rebuking behind his back and posing sincerity on his front... always wondered if he did not wonder about his weekness of mind and impassion towards life. Yes, none other than our PS instructor is whom i m talking about. ( He seemed quite normal after his marriage last semester, all hail his wife! ) .Not just about him, exploring new places in and around the plant as well as the new eateries in the city, trying to be more like a guy which i always thought is cool was even more exciting to me. Almost all the time lived in ash or dust, climbed up huge machines, tanned to the fullest, our PS 1 was just wonderful timepass with a little technical stuff that we supposed to have learnt but more than that, the fun and excitement is always a happy remnant of the vacation to all of us. And so that came to an end.

Holidays :( :| : Again omitting the winter hols in between which as usual passed in silence, this summer vacation is a little about some non-happy emotions that carried from the last semester, a little about GRE preparation, a little about the upcoming yet another place to rejoice PS2, Bangalore,(and ofcourse a lil about being home too). So a little away from usual, this time things on the list are coming in action. I’m learning to drive, cook, not forgetting to put aside the wordlist, growing ma hair :), sleeping limitedly(only 9 hours a day :) ) and now created my blog too which i had been planning to do since the past two years. Well, these holidays seem something like 'not holidays but not even in college'. Trying to be in touch with all my dear friends cuz i'm scared when i'll fail to be(which i tend to, always! :( ) .So early, with a feeling of running towards the end of the four years, already missing a lot of my friends, with my sincere request to you to 'keep me in touch with you :D' I end my first blog. :( :| :) :D