Summer

Here I am, sitting on my bed sparing all my thought to the sound of the wind blowing inside my room along with the faintest noise of the air customs helicopters hovering over Hudson river(damn you guys!). I look outside my window, I see people sunbathing on the lawn in front of the building(Bare topped!), kids playing in the park along with their moms and as far as my eye could see there is a stretch of huge buildings swarmed like mountains across a plain. I peep outside the window like a dog with his face outside the window of a speeding car. I feel the warm summer breeze flowing on my face. It only makes me say, "You lucky dog".

Feels wonderful, feels free. But why did it suddenly take me to a place thousands of miles away from here. Shrunk my age to 10-12 years with the racing thoughts of me and my friends playing cricket in the lush green fields of the country side? Probably that's because those were the best summer days of my life or maybe because I'm too arrogant to admit that I miss home or maybe I need a break. I have no clue, I just want to enjoy the moment before my obligations occupy my mind. This is one of the few moments I find for myself in an otherwise rush hour life.

I live in New York City, one of the greatest/busiest cities in the world and the pinnacle of corporate life. Many people back in my country say life is too mechanized here. But it only reminds me of one Red's sentence, "Get busy living or get busy dying". Toward which side are we moving?

Twitterized!

When web logs(or blogs) were first introduced, like a decade or half a decade ago?, they sat to serve a purpose. They were the voice of the common man whose voice is otherwise unheard of outside his teeny-tiny real world social network. (Wait, Did I just glorify the virtual online social networks? :-| ). It made him(or her) happy when his(or her) voice(or post) is heard(or read) and reacted by an unknown person thousand of kilometers away from there. It empowered him(?), elevated him(?) and most of all gave him a freedom of speech he never dreamed of. He voiced against the evil happenings around him, he expressed concerns for the less taken care of and he joined the virtual celebrations of pride and joy.

Life was good until 1 day came when people have become tweeple, blogosphere became twitosphere and a 4 para post came down to as little as a 3 sentence tweet. Microblogging. Everything is micro in it. Long urls became tiny urls, each tweet is subject to a meagre 140 characters victimizing poor vowels, most of the time they are squeezed out of the words to make the words look tiny and the website is a sad looking page of dullness. Sheer reduction, does it imply it is curbing/restricting the freedom blogs gave/give us? Not really. Rather it took conversations to the next level. How often do you get to speak to a celebrity(from a powerful politician(from Obama to Kevin Rudd to Shashi Tharoor) to a budding artist) directly? And the best of all is he/she replies you back. Intellectual tweets, informational tweets, impact-ual tweets and sometimes ignorable tweets. They changed the face and meaning of the word blog forever, which makes me, a blogger, sad. The cute looking blue sparrow is now everywhere in the world, tiny and powerful. On every social network, on every blog and every popular website hosting its own tiny url ready to be tweeted. The world as we see it is Twitterized!

Errr...

Are we living in a box? :-|

The Master Lives On...

Been a long time I posted something here. And I couldn't find a better reason than the legendary Sachin Tendulkar.

Excerpts of a profile from Time's archives, floating on blogosphere:

"When Sachin Tendulkar traveled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Michael Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, Lance Armstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.

When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

A Look Back....

Fresh in our mind,
All the memories are strong and sound.
The colors of life never faded,
The voices of love never fluttered,
Life then was a joy ride.

From internals to interviews,
Nicknames to black jokes,
Cultural festivals to love proposals,
Colors of holi to the sharings of sorrow,
High pitch laughs to Valentines day pranks,
And from blushes to crushes....
The memories are still intact.

Remembering those days after few years,
My eyes were filled with tears.
There is no Bob to shout, there is no Ash to rap,
Everyone now is in life's trap,
Struggling to find a way to make atleast a tap.

Life is all different now.
Looking back, we see ourselves laughing and pranking.
We were all in elation until the time of seperation,
When the time came to part, we left with a heavy heart,
And pain, we never knew until the time is through....

Memories are what all we carry in the basket of life,
Cherishing them all through the rest of our lives,
Some memories saturate but those cherished moments of college,
Will live with us forever....

The colors of life will never fade....

And the voices of love will never flutter....

My Crushes!

Was talking to my friends and suddenly crushes topic popped out. Felt like writing my crushes in here...

As far as i can remember my first crush was in 6th class.

School:
6th: A girl with whom i played on my cousin's bday but couldnt get her name :( and never saw her again too :((
7th: Priyadarshini(the best so far), Poojitha.
8th: Zenab(two people with the same names, one in my class and another in my cousin's apartments).
9th: Preethi.
10th: Rumana(not exactly crush but attraction).

Inter Second year:
Dont know her name. Saw her again in CBIT annual day in the 3rd yr of my graduation but she dint look quite gud though :D

Graduation:
First year: Sameera(the strongest so far and can be considered the best too)
Second year: Sameera continued(oh now she is the longest)
Third year: Soumya and the girl in my coaching class(dont know her name)
Final year: The anonymous girl of M.Tech(attraction)
Now: None. Just deciding on what kind of girl and which girl :p ;)

Who is to blame?

The green light was on and everyone started moving. As always there were uncles and young lads, two distinct kinds of people especially when it comes to driving on the road.

I was driving along too. There was this uncle with upright chest stature, head held high and a medium sized belly driving his scooter at around 40kmph moving parallely with me on the right side. He went too close to the divider(though no real divider, it was just a line). He suddenly started moving towards me, he would have slowed down and came behind instead kept moving with me. He came too close that i had to move towards my left. As commonly evident on the Indian roads a young lad of my age with heavy acceleration was dashing from behind on my left side but i didnt notice him until the end. Uncle from the right side, me moving leftwards and that young guy dashing towards me from the left.

The young guy never took a detour neither did the uncle slowed down. But why did this concern me so much? 'Cause after a few moments i was lying on the road. The lad tipped me and i fell. I felt so erratic that i felt like bashing each of them. But was deciding to take up whom first. Deciding who should get the real blame first. Uncle, the guy or me?

Even before i decided upon one of them, what i could see was really surprising. They both started blaming each other and came heavily on the words too. And what really irritated was they didnt have the minimum courtesy to come and pick me up who was lying on the road like a lame ass. Some random guy on the road should be appreciated for it. Lately i realised that they were blaming each other simply to escape the real blame from me. Pricks!. But the real stupid thing i saw was yet to come.

I never said a word. Some guy helped me with the bike and i left the spot. After travelling a few yards i casually turned around to see if any vehicle was approaching 'cause i had to take a turn and what i saw was really... the word 'stupid' cannot satisfy the situation. Both the young guy and the uncle were still bashing and blaming each other.

Does it happen only in India?

While i was writing this post now, though irritating it somehow satisfied me a bit... :D
Atleast two guys were fighting for me if not girls hehe...jus kidding. This accident happened almost a year ago.

My first Cipher...

This is a testimonial in orkut which my friend Sandy ciphered it for me which by the way i was unsuccessful in deciphering it. Ofcourse inspired by Dan Brown. He is a fan of Dan and so am I.

11011111101101001100100111001100001001011010100011001100101100101

The hints:

1)Three quadrillion four hundred thirty three trillion four hundred fifty three billion four hundred fifty five million five hundred forty five thousand five hundred fifty two is equivalent to sixty five.
2)Add that noticeable thing on the lost blue.
3)Arrange in a perfect square.

Well, the first hint is everybody's. Lets see. Try to decipher it with all your weird thoughts.
Here is the correct way: Make a note of the number. Now arrange all the binary digits into sets according to the numbers in the numerical value. Now convert each binary number into its equivalent numerical value. We get different numbers.

Now for the second hint. That thing purely belongs to me. The lost blue is my lost blue CBZ and the noticeable thing on it is the number 6. Now adding this number gives nothing but numbers again.

Arranging them in a perfect square gives nothing but a square full of numbers. Now this is where the mind has to think in some weird way or rather in a more pragmatic and logical way. All we have to do is replace the numbers with alphabets according to the numerical values of their position. Ex: A-1, B-2 etc...The deciphered code looks this way:

LULL
OXIO
VXFN
EXEG

Which read in top-down direction reads "LOVE U LIFE LONG" which is the sentence he always says to me. While deciphering it i got a little irritated because his hint "is equivalent to sixty five" misled me and took me in a totally different direction. But when i read the final result i was stunned at the simplicity of his answer which really mean something to me. Love u too life long Sandy. Well, the next time u get something of this sort from me Sandy its not just gonna be with pen and paper. Its gonna be something very real. U hear the clock ticking!

Psychofancy or Reality?

"How beautiful the waves of a sea are! Sometimes they are calm and sometimes they are harsh. Do you know that the waves of the sea are formed due to the forces of the moon!"

Huh!! Same old science lesson. But still clinged to the same channel. It was the anchor who made me stick to it. She was good looking and attractive. Well! Thats not the point here. The next
sentences from her cute pink lips left me speechless.

"When a small moon could influence the sea dont you think the '9' planets could influence the psyche of a human?"

Twists and twirls in my mind. Its a programme on "ASTROLOGY" and the coloured stone rings. The first words which ran in my mind are "Is she out of her brains?". Is that a scientific explanation for astrology or is it a new way of luring people towards it? Well well...im not a judge here.

But how many of us believe in it?
Some say its interesting, some say its happening and some call it baseless predictions. Diverse opinions. That day i was strongly influenced by my friend when he told about the tales of his future foreteller brother. I couldnt believe it, he was so accurate in predicting my friend's future. Accurate!!! Did i call accurate?...Probably thats the word that describes it coz he accurately told what has happened in my friend's past. And on that day i was swallowed in it and was left in pure awe when his brother presented his past events along with an almost accurate timeline. For an atheist like me this incident came as a surprise. My thoughts dwelled a bit deeper searching for the source of this paranormal study. So deep, it made me ask myself "Does it have anything to do with the existence of god?". For few moments my thoughts relayed back and forth. An atheist talking about the existence of god!!! Silly isnt it? But it dragged me that far...

I started recollecting all what i heard in the past. Those things made me think now. I heard about an IAS officer talkin abt god and that he had seen god in a famous temple. He published a book on it too. Well i have my own experience too. I dint see god though but met a man who foretold my future. He said im either gonna become a "computer engineer or an IAS officer". I had nothing to speak, it came to me as a surprise. I graduated in computer science and was preparing for the civil services examination. How did he have any hint on that? Believers may call it the power of astrology or planets or stars whatever it is and Non-believers may call it a logical thinking. I heard both the views. Practically speaking the logic of non-believers is not ignorable. To make it believe even believers started pouring scientific explanations for the existence of gods. An infamous story revolves round in anthropology about Ramayan. The process of evolution was given as the explanation. That Rama was a fully evolved human being and Hanuman was not yet fully evolved and he is still in the process of evolution.... Believable??? As a student of anthropology the explanation is very scientific to me...But as early as 10000yrs all humans were fully evolved homo sapiens and ramayan is not more than 10000yrs old.

And there were these subtle energy arts: Chi, Reiki, Chi Gung, Prana etc. They say they make use of one of nature's beautiful forces, the earth's magnetic field. I never thought man could ever interact personally with the forces of nature. Well, why not? We cannot judge anything until we experience it or until we see these predictions really happening.

I see people spending a lot and giving a lot of importance to these predictions though i dont call them completely baseless. I see them reading books tryin to learn more, tryin to consult these foretellers again and again and wanna know even the minute of things. They also say the future keeps changing, so what does it depend upon? The answer is your own mind but people hardly agree to this. No offending anybody here. Believers believe and non-believers dont believe. Where do i make my stand? I say all this is interesting. For the first time ever i talked abt 'stars' with my friend and her reaction was "Puppy talking abt stars!!". I never expected myself to talk abt these kinda things. Wondered what made me mutter about it. So seeking clarity i beleive i stand nowhere in the believers flock and nowhere in the non-believers flock. Let the future come. Lets decide it then.

A prominent future-teller once told me this "if we know our future, the one thing we could do is...change it". Never expected someone of that stature to talk in such an obsolescent way. But his message was clear.

'The future is in our hands, The future is ours, Its just a simple mind game.'

Its so Special

According to the tradition the mobile should ring at 0000 hrs but it started ringing half hour early. It was Sam. She was tired and signing off for the day so she had to call early. The clock ticked 0000 hrs, my mobile was busy picking up calls, and the calling bell rang too. It was Sandy and Ramya's cuddly brother Teja. But couldnt find Sunny and Amy whom i expected...a bit dissapointed. It was ready. Never thought a plumcake would ever become my cake.

I still was on the phone with Nick. Meanwhile Sandy was getting armoured with tree branches. Huh!!! They were the worst part of the day or may be the best to him. Was compelled to recieve a couple of small bruises on my body though. After Nick it was Leven, everybody wished except one. After Leven it was Pavan after him it was my Cousins and after them it was Sammi. Sandy was watching all this and waiting for me to cut the cake. After 20 minutes or so he somehow lost his patience and bashed the cake into my face. My birthday celebrations thus started.

I dont understand how people get their energy when it comes to hitting me. Everybody was like Superman/woman. I could find the aggression in the eyes of Sandy and fun-seeking in the eyes of Teja. The bashing went on till 0300 hrs with lots and lots of artificial poses too. Here are some of the real beatings I got....



And some of the artificial poses we gave....



Fun has a lot of meanings and this is one of them. The worst part is he is much harsher than me. More 'moratic' than me. But 2 hands are nothing when compared to 20 hands. Call it luck?.

The beatings are as usual but next came the funniest part. "Prasa on Amaresa...Special attraction L.Kapila". Thanks to my orkut friend who is the source of our inspiration. It went on for the next 3hrs. We enjoyed like hell and even Teja too had our kind of sense of humour, surprise to see. All in all the prasa came out quite well, it served as a trailer to the album which we are gonna release very soon. "The Prasa Album" :p. Whenever i meet him its always fun. Love you life long ra. And at 0530 Hrs they called it a day and time for me too sleep. But the telephone started ringing from 0900 hrs itself. No proper sleep.

After an hour it was Sunder with the first greeting card of my birthday. I got another greeting card too from and made by my sweet little cousins Pinky, Dolly and Dingy.

Had good time with him for an hour. Then came a few of my favorite girls and my best friends Pratt, Jo, Ram. They got a cake and after a few minutes they turned me into this....


Sandy was late to come and join us. Old days were back when we met. Same old shoutings, teasings and all. But the special part is the palmistry sessions of Sandy. Went on till the evening till the time they left. Guess Pratt was the one who was satisfied to the max after Sandy revealed her 'future' from her palm ;)) After that it was Sammi, Bin and Bat at around 2000 hrs. Mom was too tired preparing lunch for us and also for my cousins in the aftrenoon. Said she she had no more energy so i had to take them to a restaurant(Leven dont curse me for not taking you guys to a restaurant :D). The main part was the worst part of my dinner. The curry was like only sugar stirred with a couple of spoons of tomato sauce. Oh my Gosh!!! Never tasted a curry like that ever before in my life. I aint a sweet fan and it was kinda horrible. Had to curse someone for making that choice. Even while i was dining my mobile kept ringing every 15mins. Irritating? Naaa...It was Simmi calling and Yes i was irritated too coz she is the one who suggested to go for that curry.

After that fateful dinner im home. No proper sleep and all day spending time with people shouting and laughing, it was tiresome. Sat before the computer and started surfing. At the moment when i thought it was time for me to sleep i recieved a call which i was anticipating. It was 2359 hrs and the day is gonna end in a minute. It was Sim. She wished me then. I was the last one to wish her on her birthday(if i remember correctly). I thought she was taking revenge. But she kept calling me almost all day long and wished me now. After wishing me she asked "Ardam kaleda inni sarlu enduku call chesano?". Then it striked me with a huge surprise. I turned 22. She called me 22 times all day long and wished me happy birthday on the 22nd call. It was surprising but more than that - special. I wondered where all my tired feelings go at that moment. An ordinary day turned out to be something different. That was the biggest surprise of the day. I wonder im still in that memory.

Love you all guys who made my day and hate one.

Here are a few people whom i missed or rather missed me ;)) :
Nick(Leka leka kottalanipinchidi veediki kani....i was saved ;)) ) and Sunny(very eager to beat me since last year), Amy(can never predict him but hez the man when hez in form), Ashy(he doesnt beat me), Bobby(not much grudge on me), Simmi(When it comes to beating oh my god shez a man) and Sam(does she beat at all?).

Here is a special person whom i think im really saved from:
The Mighty Pavan... Thank you ra for not being here.

My 22nd birthday was special...

Man and Woman

A simple english statement: A woman without her man is nothing.
How can this be interpreted??

1. A woman, without her man, is nothing.

2.A woman: without her, man is nothing.

No man is a boss of woman and no woman is a boss of man. In a relationship they both should be equal and mutual. Afterall a woman is created for a man and a man is created for a woman...A very simple truth but seldom recognized by people.

P.S: Actually it came as a mail to me explaining the imporatnce of punctuation marks. But could find a lot of truth in it so just blogged it....

Death of True Love?

True Love, the words which everybody talks about though some doesnt know what that really means.The feeling which everybody seeks for though some never get.The word 'True Love' is been subject more to mockery than praise.Dont u agree? "There's nothing called true love","Please dont say i love you to any person" or "True love is only in sayings but never in practise",Blah blah-- Not just these but mocked in many different ways.But still there are people who believe in its sanctity and trueness.Are there?...Yes there are...

-So what exactly is true love or simply love(for love itself is true)??
Is it sacrifice or selfishness or just a feeling which comes and goes all the time or is it just a word used to get that "punch" or "dum" or "sweetness" in the dialogue.......What is it? Well i believe everybody has their own view.

First of all why do people not believe in the existence of love?
Because u didnt experience it? or your experience was bitter? or you simply want to say it for name sake coz everybody around u speaks the same way? or out of agony coz by the time you are ready to show it someone else stole your position? There should be a reason for it.No human speaks with no reason.

And the people who talk about its sanctity would have definitely had a very fruitful experience and extracted a lifetime happiness from it .There do exist such kind of people,right? Ya there do.I've seen quite few.But why is love,which we talk about very hugely(positively or negatively),lowerly prioritised even though our great epics preach sacrifice of ones own life is the greatest and the last thing he/she could do? Because it became too a common theme in almost all indian films and people got too bored to see another love story releasing next friday? or is it because it is talked only in the 60-second news flash at the end of a news session? or is it because it is covered only in the local news edition with a frail font?.We often see articles in magazines and newspapers about how a couple or a one-side love guy/gal committed suicide coz their love wasnt given a position to stand in this almost-adult-ridden-world.We call them cowards(but all people cant be as brave as we preach,right?).Their sacrifice was nothing but a bad example in this era whereas the same sacrifices were praised and have taken a special place in history like in the case of our legendary Devdas,Salim-... and so on(though these names too lost their value now and subject to pure mockery).People though getting commited(not in marraige but love) break-up after a few days or even years for their own genuine reasons(parents or personal characters so on) and some people though have no bars or problems couldnt express for their own just and genuine reasons.The sacrifice of hiding in a lie is seldom recognised.There are few people who never were able to express their love(though true) due to lack of courage or the opp sex is already in love with another and some people reject it(that too for their own reasons). Reasons huh!...Reasons which are reasonable,firm n explanatory.Reasons sometimes serve as the best excuses(to runaway,to escape and to hide).Every human action in this world has a reason and every reason has a meaning.Reasons unless clearly expressed leads to pure misunderstandings.Reason is as bad as it is good.

I've seen the extremes of love.A friend of mine battled for life after consuming some stupid rat poison and saw him take just 6-7 breathes per minute for a girl who rejected his love.Another friend of mine had so many boyfriends for the past few years and she is all set to marry a total new guy.Hmm there is a difference between love and lust i agree.I mingled both coz people are forgetting to differentiate between love and lust and infactuation.

So is love nothing but understanding the other person and doing what is good and happy to the other person? or is it much more than that? If it is more than that then i certainly have to love a person to find my clear-cut definition of love.

Imagine the world in which we live...busy busy several other activities surrounding us all the time making us run all the time stress strain external pleasure.Can we really stick to our own definition of love?
Is there a place for love in this never-sleeping,ever-moving world?
Well,i think so...what do u think?

Look at the picture.Watch them carefully.Both of them are hugging each other.They are called "Stone-Age Lovers" and the hug is called "Eternal Embrace".They date back to 6000 years ago.The earth around them was dug instead of the usual practise of taking out the bones and later preserving them and they were put in a museum in Italy.They were found just 25miles from Verona where Shakespeare set his famous 'Romeo and Juliet' ;).No one really knows the reasons why they are in that manner but as co-humans we can conclude to one obvious reason--"LOVE".Yes,though no genuine reason,i believe the reason is love and almost all the world agreed to that conclusion.


Love is eternal.Love can change everything.It can baptise a person,can turn us into a monster,can make us lame,can make us idiot,can make us subconcious......it can turn us into anything but most importanatly,if understood,it turns us into a human being though we may not always succeed in our love..Love is everywhere.It is around us n inside us.I say love never dies.....

P.S:The last six lines are not from my life's experience but they are the generalisations of the real success stories of love which i've seen and heard from the ppl themselves...The last sentence "I say true love never dies"was the only one which is mine.Coz thats wat their experience made me believe and i still hafta experience it.Donno whether dat may come true with me or not...

Indians....Who we really are?

It never stops,it was always there in them and now it has once again come out openly...thanks to Big Brother.Jade Goody proved us that this feeling of racial discrimination is inherent in the minds of the so called "fair-skinned" people.The whole world has responded to the words "live in slums","paki","the indian" and some other words which are not published in the media "f..king loser" and "f..k off home" by Jade "Baddy",Jack Tweed and others.

Jade was taught a lesson and an enormous support erupted for Shilpa Shetty from all over the world.People back in India are so much moved that they staged dharnas and sent sms' to news channels in support when they just saw one Indian sob in her closet aftr being victimised to racial discrimination.Tell me

~How many of us really care for those who have been the victims of discrimination on our own home soil??

~None of us.

We "maintain the discrimination"(not specifically racial) to every stranger.Stranger here i mean ecxepting family,closest frnds n the people belonging to our CASTE.After watching Shilpa cry and so much care we gave for her i realised y r we not same Indians when it came to the millions of people who cry in their homes almost everyday because they've been discriminated on the basis of caste or class or watever shit.

Everybody discriminates evrybody if he/she doesnt belong to their own caste,class or community.Hindus discriminate muslims,jains discriminate buddists,the so-called upper caste people discriminate the so-called lower caste people of SCs,STs,BCs and dalits.Vice-Versa.High-class people descriminate middle- and low-class people and vice-versa.Indians have become hyper-ethocentric and xenophobic.Rather CASTO-CENTRIC and CLASSO-CENTRIC.The whole dimension of division of people on the basis of caste has been changed since it has started.Now the word caste in India mean discrimination.The word reminds us of discrimination n nothin else.

The caste point is from a broader perspective.Forget all the dimensions and walk into our daily lives.We talk about love,care,help,sympathy n all but do we really do wat we say?
Absolutely not.How many of us have had evil eyes to a beggar who left his self-respect on the side of the road n stretched his arms for a penny? 90% of us wud have done that.Is he/she not a human just lik u n me.Well if u think his dejected social status is the only reason for that then damn u dont dare speak about love,care n all things which are insensible to u.I heard people saying "chi po" (get off!) and "vadni chudu adukkunevadu jeans veskunnadu" (look at him,being a beggar he wore a jean pant) and many more....Y a beggar shud not prosper?? Y do u not feel happy to see that the beggar is developing n prospering.Learn to treat people lik people n not lik animals.Beggars r the most common ground where we show wat we really r.From beggars to our collegues at work to our neighbours with whom we live we show discrimination.If you ask me who we(Indians) really are i wud say we r the most racist people on earth.We racially discriminate each n every person.

We call ourselves a united billion with multiethnicity,multilingual n multireligious groups.But how united r we truly?? The next time u call united india just think again.We r united certainly only wen other countries talk bad abt us n we all r fevicol-united during India-Pakistan cricket matches.Every Indian does the same thing to their fellow Indians wat Jade Goody has done to Shilpa Shetty no doubt abt that.The only one who does the perfect thing is an ideal person and no person in this world is ideal.IDEALISM IS MYTH.But 1 thing is for sure.We can bend towards idealism to a great extent.Lets try to be human n more humane and live up to the phrase of "United India".

M.S : Memorandum of Separation

The time is 0230 hrs.The time for the departure of Flight AI0601 is nearingby.The international terminal of Rajiv Gandhi Int'l Airport was bustling with the levels of excitement rising high,infact it was their agony of losing their beloved ones for a long time from now.I was there to bid adieu to a 290-pound heavyweight,my best friend,my school benchmate and a perfect friend for more than 8yrs...Pavan a.k.a GODA.

Exactly 2yrs ago a tsunami devastated a major part of south-east asia.And to the same date now he whisked off to US leaving behind the sweet memories and triggering tsunami in the hearts of people back in India.Not just me nick or his parents...a lot of ppl(i can say fans ;)).It has been more than 8yrs with him without any break until now.These 8yrs were almost perfect for us.I always used to look at him very surprisingly at his heavy phyisque when i was in my 9th.It all started in 10th class when our very respected and loved classteacher Malathi Ramaswamy forced us to sit together in the same bench.From then on therz no looking back(hehe good dialogue actualy).We always looked back at our past and cherish our memories all the time talking how he had a 'real fight' with the Jitender, how he n Shashank made me mess up with Priyanka's slambook, how he dropped my catch which eventually helped me in scoring 54, how i was surprised and asked him "nuvvu kuda ammayila vanka chustava?" for the first time when he talked to me about gals, how nick used to drive the bike so rashly n luckily mised an accident once(but later they had one),how he used to pester me to go slow when i ride n he sits pillion, how i used to make his mouth shut by remembering the incident when he met with an accident hitting a cycle n broke my bike's dome...From now on all those discussions and all those days will be bygone.

The two words which does all this are M.S - i like calling it Memorandum of Separation than Master of Science.Im not blaming it.I know its jus another phase of life but its hard to part from all those times very suddenly.Previously my frnds used to call me rock(hearted) but now i've become a real rockhrtd guy after missing so many people.It has now become like a daily routine to me.Miss Pavan really,though never told him this.Just wondering whoz gonna abuse me for not calling for many days,whoz gonna steal my fench fries in Kinghorn,whoz gonna give me company in Narayan Reddy,serve me in China Town,clean my table in Tanda Garam n finally sit along with me on the "pitta goda".Huh!! its useless thinking about things that are never gonna happen again.

Not just now,I was haunted in the same way when Simmi left for U.S.That was for the the first time n it felt real hard to me.But now i got used to it(told u na its lik a habit to me now).Amy goes next.I wonder how often will he b in touch with me wen he leaves the country coz he doesnt call me frequently while India(not worse than me though).Maybe the last one leave would be Sammi.

Me and Simmi...Je Te Hais Simmi

Me n Amy...thats in Goa.Reminiscent of Dil Chahta Hai,isn't it?

Hmm.Pavan has always been a kind of a guy who cares n thinks a lot about the ones whom he love.He acted kinda wierd sometimes when it comes to me n my LEVEN.He always feels,i think,like me goin away or distancing from him...hmm dats wat i can understand from his comments to my earlier blogs.But to be true the ones whom i consider the best of all my frnds n the ones who first comes to my mouth wen some1 asks for the names of my frnds are....Pavan n Nick.Without doubt.I always wanted to tell him this but never was be able to tell him this.I got the chance now...;)

All the best to you Pavan.You know wat my dream is(u remember?).To see u in DRDO or ISRO ;).I wish to see ur foto in the newspaper 30 or 40 yrs from now designating you as a yesteryear scientist who led the team as the project director or research scientist for some prestigious defence mission or space explotation project.....Wish all the colors of the rainbow be with you or else take rainbow itself for ur size.And one more important thing.Plz dont get confused between a long haired man and a woman.Atleast from now.

Dil Chahta Hai....

Ha here it is.....my first video.The one which i've been talkin about in all my previous posts.I've been dying to put this in my blog finally got it.A video with me n my friends in Goa.I always dreamt of being there along with my friends(MAXOS) in the song "Dil Chahta Hai"(my favorite).That was my 2nd yr b.tech dream came true only in final year but still its better late than never.I dedicate this video to MAXOS.I donno whether it came gud or not but the people for whom i made it simply loved it.C n njoi(if u like it!!!)....

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The Rooms

He opened the door after a long time. The room is calm, neat and clean. No cobwebs no dust, everything in the room is tidy and in perfect order. This room is perfectly set for a student who would like to stay in it for some average rent. Its design is meant only for a student. It ain’t a huge room with grandeur, sparkling illumination, crystal work, attractive painting, and wall decorations. You will find nothing of that sort .It is a small room big enough for one student to spend his student life. Now one of his old school pals rents that room who was presently out of station on vacation.

He stepped in it after a long two months. You may ask "2 months is so long?” Yes, for Sunny it is too long. He walked into the soothing silence of his room. A smile flashed on his lips .He is happy to be at the place where his engineering career started, went along, and ended. But he isn’t completely happy. The serenity of the room started piercing him. He always wanted his room to be this silent during his student life. It was his dream but it was never so. The room now, is how he wanted it to be. But his favorite silence is tearing him apart. Some vague images and voices are wobbling in his mind. Through the mildness of the silence he could now clearly hear people yelling and complaining to him about the mischief of Puppy and Simmi. The smile on face vanished in a snap. He desperately wants them back. Once he used to yell at them, scold them and even asked them to get out of his room many a time for making his room look shabby. Now Sunny wants them to come back and destroy the neatness of his room and hear them shout and scream. He is missing their sweet mischief. Not just Pup and Sim, he wants to hear all the voices again. He wants Amy to shout from upstairs asking him to get the drinking water filled in the bottles. He wants Ash and Sandy to “measure his depth” forcibly. He wants Pup and Sandy to pull his underwear out and tear it into pieces. He wants to have a brawl with Sandy. He wants Ash to tell him that he is personifying himself in Sunny. He wants Pratt and Jo to talk to him about everything. He wants Bob to call him up and assign him some personal work. He wants Dumbu to wish him “hi my big bro” everyday. He wants Sam to occasionally blast someone and keep smiling always……….He is missing everyone and everything.

He wants his LEVEN back.

Lying on his bed alone he keeps dreaming about all the wonderful things that had happened to him in the past four years. He wants everything to happen again right here right now. Now that each one of LEVEN has turned away from each other to reach the places where they are destined for, Sunny feels hard to realize that they became someone in life and that the time has come for them to stand on their own feet. And now that each one of them fished out of the pond and put in a bigger place called the ocean where they are bound to take their own directions. To meet, they have to swim back to the place where they started which is a very long way from where they are now. Very rarely they are going to meet. All these thoughts creep into his mind like venom. Unable to bear this bitter truth he wakes up in a whisk and tries to get out of the room to get rid of the sweet memories which are continuously haunting him. He decides to go to Amy’s room upstairs which is not rented by anyone and is currently used as LEVEN’s guest house in Hyderabad, the place where LEVEN was given birth.

He walks up the stairs hoping to get those memories out of his mind. He walks through the pile of stones stacked in the entrance of the corridor from which they used to pick and pelt the stones on each other. He looks over the pile and suddenly pauses only to see people all around. Saamaja with a cricket bat in her hand and the bowler was Sunny himself. Puppy, Amy and Ash were on the on-side and Sandy, Simmi and Bob were on the off-side, Pratt, Dumbu and Jo were leaning on the pitta goda watching the match. The kids from the adjoining Blooming Dales School peeping through their windows and cheering for Saamaja. Sunny wants to get her out and Sandy is in a very tight stature fielding at silly point. His eyes were very keen on the bat, his mind was fully concentrated, his hands were together to grip the ball into his hands immediately after 2-taps, at any cost he wants to get her out because it is his turn next. Sunny chuckles watching all this standing near the stone-pile. In a fraction of a second the world around him darkens and comes to light. Everything around him is gone. In a blink of his eye everything vanishes. All the voices gone, there were no kids and no LEVEN. His eyes become wetter, a warm wave runs down his whole body, his heart thumps more and becomes heavier. Takes a deep breath and walks.

Sunny approaches the door. He could hear nothing but the silent whistle of the breeze. He puts his hand into his pocket to grab the key. Ashish suddenly swooshes from the door screaming for help. Sunny pulls himself back to get out of Ash’s way. And immediately pushes himself a bit forward to avoid any hit by the air cooler which is hung by the window beside the door. Ash is fiercely followed by Jo, she wants to beat him for calling her “sue bhabi”. He turns around to grab Jo’s hand to stop her from beating Ash. He could find nothing but his hand stretched in the nothingness of the air. No Jo and no Ash and even the air cooler isn’t there now. The corridor was pin drop silent except for the whistle of the breeze. The memories keep coming back again. He couldn’t help the tears rolling in his eyes. Even before entering the room, memories of their last lunch together comes to his mind. Sitting round the entire room with all the food in the middle has been their trademark. It was always like a fish market bargaining rather than a meal. The laughs n noise was much more than the time they spend for the meal. He enters Amy’s room with the loud laughs of their lunch fading into thin air.

With all the memories running in his mind he lies on Amy’s mattress. Staring at the bleakness of the ceiling he reminiscences about how they used to play with water, spit water in each others mouths and occasional vomits by Sandy, how they used to spend till late night talking about all the stuff with Puppy, Simmi n Jo sitting on the wall and Sandy sitting in the center of the cot and the rest of the gang sitting around him, how they used to spend time sleeping on the terrace staring into the empty sky, how he used to yell at Puppy when he asked for a midnight walk, how Ash used to work on his system during his project, how they all spent the midnight parties, how they used to have threesome and foursome in his room while Bob used to prepare for GATE in Amy’s room and how they captured it on video, how Sandy used to get A-certificate movies by giving Sunny and Amar’s names, how they used to watch them in Sunny’s system and Amy’s system and all the things that happened to him in the room. For sometime he forgets his corporate professionalism and dwells into his life as a student cherishing all the memories from the time of ragging in first year to the time of project in the final year. Tired of the journey, he slowly falls asleep thinking about the farmhouse he dreamt of. Not expecting how life would turn him after he wakes up, he goes into deep sleep with the sweetest of the dreams.

The Rooms are our second home after our parental home. We spent most of our college life in these rooms than in college. We had the wonders our college life here and the memories with it are countless. No matter where we are and how we are, we will never forget these rooms. They will forever remain the home of LEVEN.

My 21st Birthday

In the past 21 years of my life there has never been a day full of surprises as i got n felt on this day.This day i felt like everyone of my 13 best friends r there with me.....rite beside me.

The two days which i'll remember forever:15th March 2006,the day on which i've shown my first video to MAXOS and how Amy n others reacted to it.....i can never forget and the second day was 24th June 2006 my birthday.....my 18th b'day was gud,my 19th was very gud,my 20th was damn gud coz never on my previous birthdays i was wished by so many people.....and my 21st birthday was.......... huh please can u guys help me with the proper words to describe it coz none of the words i thought of are able to match.A beautiful day or a night rather or to be precise 12:00 a.m......as usual it started off with blindfolding,driving to a secret location,silence all around n finally sparked off with magic candles,the ones which i've introduced in LEVEN n finally had the effect on myself.So many people around me...all of them my friends...cheering n yelling out the birthday song.Cake cutting was cool.It all started after that.

They had a small game n that i call cake-bashing.They made me stand a few feet away from the cake n threw cake on my face.I really wanted to eat some cake but they never allowed me to do so.These buggers i donno y they had so much grudge on me after the game they simply smashed my face into the cake which was resting on the table...the table broke n the cake finally rested in peace R.I.P.Pity myself.Then the fav game of all the idiots who were there started.Birthday Bumps.I was hit so much on that day that i wasnt able to rest my ass on any hard surface for 2 days .The most i had was from King kong Pavan n nitwit Sandy.I deserve only half the beatin i got from pavan coz i had hit him pretty well on his b'day but i absolutely dont deserve wat i got from sandy i dint hit him very much on his b'day i bought a cycle chain on his b'day jus to scare him but never hit him wit that.I believe everyone will be there on his next birthday n i donno about the rest of the buddies but i tell u sandy u will be dead in my hands n its not jus a word but a promise im never gonna break.Pavan is a lucky brat he'll be leavin for his MS n i guess he wont be here for his next birthday.Had very less from nick but actually i deserve more from him for wat i gav him.my best buddy never hurted me coz he knows he'l b dead after that :)) jus kidding.I deserve wat i got from Bob the machoman coz i had a ball with him on his b'day.Ash my tag team partner never touched me coz i dint touch him on his day maybe thats bcoz i had an injury but even if was gud i wudnt hav hit him much.Hey buddy u said u wanted to beat sandy on his day for wat he has done to me.And i'l be glad if u join hands with me on 2nd Feb 2007,the day on which sandy will be presumed dead.I had heel-kicking from Jo which was goddamn painful like someone was poking me with sharp spears.Got a bit from Prat which i felt lik someone was blowing air on me.Lolz.Beating from Sim was too painful.i shud say i got the best from this idiot after pavan n sandy.Her kicks were so continous it was like spilling a tank of petrol on moderate fire.I saved her on her b'day but she never had thankfulness towards me for that.Hate her.Even i had some from her gang 'trakkz' thank u guys for being there on my b'day'.Overall i received a beating of a lifetime.



My friends will always hav a mixture of mirchi n honey in watever they do.After having knocked the doors of hell i was poured with gifts......my fav coloured t-shirt,a bracelet,a beautiful neck chain,a cute wooden wind chime,toys...superman,krissh n the quakky crazy frog all my favs,3 lovely key chains,my fav superhero spiderman's mask,vcd n poster n above all is the heaviest of all the gifts-a boxing bag n gloves.The two biggest passions of mine r driving n boxing n i never thought i will be able to fulfil my dream of having a boxing kit of my own but my rocking friends made it come true.U all rock.I never had a hint of boxing kit as my b'day gift.No one wud believe if i say i was beaten up by such a huge thing sadly i was beaten with that,that too after being blindfolded.I will hav my vengeance on pavan n sim for that.After all this,came the most surprising n the best of all the gifts i had ever had on any of my 21 birthdays.I know how much it takes to make or modify a small part but to make such a thing is no piece of cake and no walk in a park.I can imagine how hard they wud hav workd for it but truly speaking...i can never imagine.I was awestruck with the arrangements they hav done to show me that.A projecter and a large screen which fitted nicks bedroom wall.This was a stunning surprise for me.They made a video for me.Sayin it as simple as this may sound mere ordinary but i guess they all know how much it mean to me.Hmmmmm honestly i really donno whether they know it or not.But that video is my most valued possession.My fav,my most liked n the best of all the videos i have as far as im concerned......Ash said he expected something from me after watchin it.I guess everyone expectd some words from me.As u all know guys i can never speak about my emotive feelings.Naa batukki eppudu cheppalenu naa feelings ni.Naa basha lo cheppalante aa video chukka keka.sorry ra intakanna baaga cheppalekapotunna.But it was my heart ra.itz a "Movie of Life" by the "Gift of my Life".I always feel that its very hard to surprise me coz im rarely surprised at things.But this was the biggest ever surprise to me.N i donno wat more to say about it.....truly no words for me ra.

First of all it was the video which really really surprised me n while watching it i was surprised again n again.I thot it will be jus LEVEN but then there were TRES n then came Sammi n then TRAKKZ n the thing which surprised me the most was my family in the video......mom,dad n bro never expected better than this.Then came my coll,my second home sunny n amar's room,my terrace,my bike,my fav spots n even my fav french fries.Wat more can i ask for.I got everything in it from my childhood pictures to my newest hotspot tanda garam.U've given me the same kind of things i gav u......the disclaimer,the same titles and the most amazing fast-scrolling pictures.a total surprise.Im not dat surprised by the scoldings u gave me coz it has been a routine for me wenever i meet u people but the thing which really touched me was the words which came from ur hearts.It was then i knew how much u people care for me.I love you all ra.But i really missed sammi,Sun,Amy,Dumbu n Sam.I wished they too were there with me(physically) on that day.I donno how i'll celebrate my b'day next year without u guys.I miss u people on every single day i dont spend with u.U guys went away to build ur own career but thats for good n i too hav a career to build.Missing u people is inevitable.But thats the way it is,happy days r not forever n these idiotic dull days too r not forever.

"IT HASNT REALLY ENDED GUYS.....IT WILL BEGIN AGAIN".

ASTALAVISTA.

Last days of college......

Every person.............literally every person in his life experiences the feeling which im feeling right now.The feeling which arises when you realise the truth that you will have to part from your friends.This unfortunate feeling comes only once in your life time...........thats when your lovely college days end.Not all of my college days are filled with fun n joy but the last three semesters was when i had the fun which i've never had in my life.I had fun almost everyday............yeah 90% of the days of the last 3 semesters.This wouldnt have been possible without the people whom i call "THE GIFT OF MY LIFE".I donno who gifted me these people,i would have said god but i dont believe in god.It just happens to the best of us(as we always say),i wont say im the only best..........all of us are best,every single person with a friend who loves him is best.

My college JNTUCEH has taught me a lot.Different people,different behaviours n different trends.Im not thankful to it for teaching me what life is becoz any other college would have done it.But i'll bend on my knees,bow my head,join my arms n thank my college..............for only 1 reason.............Amy,Ashy,Bobby,Sandy,Sunny,Simmi,Joe,Prat,Ramya n Sam.The ones whom i'll remember for the rest of my life.They shed tears for me,shout at me,hit me,kick me,kiss me,molest me,pour water on me,spit on me,curse me,make me feel good,make me feel bad n do a lot more things to me................

It all started one day when i was talkin to Sammi(Sameera) on phone a few days after our cultural fest Spandana '06.She said "ur college days are ending u've become old".That was when this feeling creeped into my mind for the first time.Everyone of my friends wud have had this feeling.Believe me i cudnt sleep properly that night i slept very late.All the memories of my friends just swooshed through my mind that night.I then reminded myself of the disco in Spandana '06.Disco was one of the places where u cant resist to move away no matter how much exhausted u are.It makes u feel like ur friends are there with u even if they are not physically present.We missed Amar on the second day of the disco.But we didnt really miss him,we danced for a song yelling out his name n imitating his actions.Sandy was wearing a Takkari Donga hat n was tapping his feet for all the beats.Sunny n Ash were too in the same mood.Even the most-of-the-time-reserved Bob cudnt resist to the beats..............

After several minutes i see all of them.I could only see the cold sweat glittering on their faces n air with the notes of the song gushing out of their mouths.Everyone was puffin n pantin but still manages to widen their mouth,lighten up their eyes n jump into the air when they look into their friends' eyes,any person who doesnt belong there when looked at him may feel like hez gonna die in a few minutes.Its only his friend who can understand that the death-like gesture on his face is a smile.Thats the hardest smile one can give in such circumstances.We had another such disco in our farewell party.It was the last disco of our college life.We had a rockin time in it but the only dissapointment was that we missed Ash n Ramya who doesnt belong to our department.But as i said u we dont really miss our friends in a disco.'Lady hear me tonite'(One of Ash's fav songs) reminded us of Ash n Amy when he said his head was aching reminded us of Ramya.Not all programmes in that party are worth remembering but 2 are......The disco n Simmi's speech.Many people hate me but if u ask me the one who hates me the most i would say Simmi will take the first place in the Hate-Puppy List...............that was the extent to which we both fight n curse each other...........guess she doesnt really hate me........
During her speech she was asked about her achievements and what she said was ulti rocking she said in a rockin style that it was her friends Samaja,Pratima,Jyothi,Ramya n the one and only MAXOS whom she achieved in her college life.That really pumped my adrenaline.She rocks for what she said.

The sweetest memory of my college life was on March 15,2006..........the date which i'll remember forever.It was on this day i learned how much my friends(maxos) love me.I made a video for them.I did it with my heart.They've seen it n their reaction made me feel like i conquered the whole world.Amar never reacts for anything but donno what happened to him on that day..... he broke down to tears after watching it.I DASH u Amar.Sunny was like kissing me on the phone for almost 10 mins.Sandy n Bob too reacted more than what i've been expecting.Ash too rocks.He screamed out MAXOS at half past 12 in the night after watching it..................I won the love of my friends.I love them a lot too.The reactions of maxogals too are heart touching.Thank you Simmi.Thank you Ramya.Thank you Sam.Thank you Joe.Thank you Prat.They are my very sweet n unforgettable friends.Sam is the real prankster of all the gals,if she plays a prank on anyone........he or she will definitely be speechless.Joe n Prat have always been the centre of teasin most of the times.Dont take that to your heart buddies it was just fun.We didnt really mean it.And for Ramya too for calling her dumbu n sayin that shez too fat in a dress and promising her to drop at her uncle's house n breakin it...........sorry for all that sis.Sorry Sunny for destroying the neatness of ur room everytime i enter it n also for tearin ur tank cover.Sorry Amy for doin all those actions n also for all the beatings i gave you for which u had the impressions of my hand.Sorry Sandy for adding masala to watever u told me n bookin u in front of all our friends.Sorry Bobby for shunting u to pay back my money whenever i lend u.Sorry Ashy for watever bad i did to u.Sorry Simmi for destroying n breakin all ur hair clips n bands.Sorry Joe for teasin u as Sue n DJ.Sorry Prat for imitating the way u drink badam paalu.Sorry Sam if i ever hurt ur feelings.Now seriously from the bottom of my heart im sorry to all u people for the small small hurtings which i caused u.

A lot of memories.............a lot of sweet memories with all of them.And 2 or 3 years from now the situation will never be the same.............all of us goin in different directions to achieve our own goals.
No more late night parties no more bumps no more kicking each other no more pouring water on each other no more spitting on each other n we dont even know when we all meet again when we all go to our TEMPLE together.................Me n Ash once said to each other that we are gonna enjoy these last days to the maximum n guess what........we lived it.My college days are simply unforgettable.I still have a little time to spend in my college after i post this message.I hope we all rock it up till the end.

When the days end we all feel bad becoz we are goin to leave our college............yeah that was the only time when we truly know the value of our college.We never talked good abt our college in the past 3.5 years but it is now we realise what we miss.We miss our friends miss the canteen cool drink n maaza miss the double meaning pranks played on each other miss the A certificate movies that we watched miss the late night walks n getin afraid of the dogs that come in the way miss the bunking of classes miss the copying in internals miss the threats from our lab incharge when he finds that all records have the same programs..............miss every single breath of college life.

I wish i miss u only in college but not in life.I used to say to Ash that 1 day im goin to kill the moratic Puppy within me.But that day comes only when i part from u all becoz Puppy exists only as long as u all are there with me.And I wish that day to be the day when i breathe my last.I wish we all stay together forever.

I love you Amy.
I love you Ashy.
I love you Bobby.
I love you Sandy.
I love you Sunny.
I love you Simmi.
I love you Joe.
I love you Prat.
I love you Ramya.
I love you Sam.

This is the song which reminds me of u people whenever i hear it.
Its titled Graduation(Friends Forever) by Vitamin C.It goes this way......

And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25
I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track
And if you got something that you need to say
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down
These memories are playing like a film without sound
And I keep thinking of that night in June
I didn't know much of love
But it came too soon
And there was me and you
And then we got real blue
Stay at home talking on the telephone
We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared
Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair
And this is how it feels

As we go on
We remember
All the times we
Had together
And as our lives change
Come Whatever
We will still be
Friends Forever

So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?................

My Friends 02

My friends from college.
After i left my school these are the only ones i made.
Xtreme in attitudes we always wanted to be,rarely we fail.
The ones with whom i spent most of my life's memorable moments.
Everyone lives but only a few can live like the way we do.
Ride together,party together--> is our bottomline.
Stuck so hardly to my heart are these guys,cant damn dare to remove.

Now read and join the first letters of all the above sentences.Thats how we call
ourselves.

Sunny:
My first friend in JNTU.We used to come together n go together in 1st year.Though
we were together he was seldom ragged compared to me(Na time bagoka).The one
very gud quality in him is that hez very caring.A very gud pencil artist(we wud
love to call him a "drawer").Hez a nice charming personality for which he had a fan
club in my college(i heard many people say).Its easy to fool this fella,he got
serious a lotta times n also warned us a lotta times.His first nick name was "SULAIMAN".
Me,Sandy n Ash made fun of him by calling him by this name.Veedu appudu ichchina
warning nenu marichipolenu.Me n Sandy were laughing to death......anta silly ga vunde
vadi warning.One of the best pranks played on him was by Samaja,appudu veedi mokham
chudali....navvuki edupuki madyalo.After that me n Sandy brushed his mind,we
impinged a lotta grudge in him n sent him to give a masala warning to Sam but this fella
turned ice after speakin to her n came to us sayin that he dint say a single word to her.
Me n Sandy looked into each other hopelessly.Abhe sunny ga idi chadivi koppadaku......nijalu eppudu nippulu jallinattuntai just like this so "CHILLAX" man.Truly speakin he is gud person
to spend time with.He rarely makes me feel bore.He loves his friends to the maximum.He is so damn extreme in his ideas and occasionally fails to live it.
For this i always love to give 4 letters to him
H............................E................................L...............................L.......................
Dats how he is.Give a damn holler to this HELLRAISER.

Bharat:
Bharat aka Bobby.I gave him this nickname.He got so popular with this nickname but he was never thankful to me(not even a single choc)...idiot.Therez a lot to tell abt this guy just like his heavy chest.I first saw him n sat beside him n EEE Vikram in my first year.I was so scared to sit in between them,they both looked like one Billa n one Ranga(the famous hoodlums of vijaywada) to me.I just thought he was a rowdy in his native but later realised that he is a topper.Now im very close to him.I treat him so well that wenever im with some dull feeling i first call him.We are 2 gud friends who always fight with other for some silly reason,we are more like enemies.He rarely speaks n rarely makes fun but guess wat hez the one who was really made fun of(i cant forget that thursday day wen me,ash,soumya n bob met at 5th Avenue),hez a kinda reserved guy(reserved for whom bob?).His (un)lucky day is every thursday...he meets hell on that day.But i had to meet hell on one illfated thursday.Dat day me n bob were goin on his bike.He got a call n suddenly he got off the bike,he decided to go by bus n asked me to take his bike and go to college.I was so damn thrilled dat day....i felt like i was king of the world....me on a bike alone(dat time i dint have a bike,in 2nd yr).I was goin like Valentino Rossi then suddenly bob's thursday effect smiled at me........petrol khatam.I had to push his bike from old airport raod(balanagar) to balanagar crossroads.Sani gadito vunte manaki kuda sani antukovadam ante idenemo.He too like Sunny is very carin(more than Sunny) but never cares us.Hez a true man in my opinion(for many reasons).A very gud cricketer,maintains gud body n he shines wherever he steps.Hez a guy born with silver spoon in his mouth.Finally a nice song
for u my friend:
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Amar:
Amar alias Amy.My college benchmate.The heaviest guy in our group(in proportion to the height).I met him in first year but got close only in 2nd year.I never shared any special moments with him but he is a special friend to me.We did share some moments but they were bizzare.Whenever we both go out sumthin happens to us on the road.I can never forget that
day wen he missed death just by a few inches.If he had maintaned the same speed n same direction he wud have rested in peace by now.He marginally missed a meeting with some rods lying on the back of a truck.Thank god for anythin bad not happening on that day.I saw all that on my bike at a distance from him with my mouth wide open.Not only this but a lot of things like this happened.Once he got injured in front IT building in my college and on Dec 31st 2004,me n Amy were goin on my bike.....as usual.....we met with a minor accident.I fell off my bike n he fell on me n after that my bike landed on me.Now Sunny enters the scene n as if there were no other hospitals nearby,he took me to a maternity hospital for first aid.I cannot forget the
song which they sang to me...........cheliya cheliya from kushi............because i was injected on my waist like how Bhumika was did in that film.I still have that beauty spots on my hands given by this guy.Hez a gud,dedicated n determined guy.His skin is very delicate whenever i hit him either his skin comes out or there will be a mint of my hand on his skin.He is a guy who always competes.He captains our cricket team, he never takes anythin lite.He has a hunger to win.
Hunger reminds of his unusual belly which grew like the 7 hills of Tirupati in just 1 year.I frequently see his picture in my dad's mobile taken during Quest '04,he looks so smart in it.I wonder wen will i be able to see him like that again.U really need to reduce your weight pal.His other nickname was "BASHA" this is because he said that he had an almost similar history like the one Rajni Kanth had in that famous film.Hez a playful guy n enjoys every moment.He keeps himself busy all the time.He resembles Salman Khan wenever he dances,his moves are just like Salman's.He eats a lot and always says he has some place remaining in his tummy.
He can compete with anyone in eating but not with his "GURU".He got another unique quality......dreaming.His dreams are so away from reality that he once killed aliens,he dint even leave a single one alive while we were hiding inside our homes.A daredevil in his dreams.
Lastly,he makes fun of people in such a way that the person who is made fun of will take some time to realise that he was made fun of.This is about "TIGER AMARESHWAR"(his other nickname).I got 3 words for ya dude.......as we always say it to each other "I LOVE YOU".

Ashish:
Ash is how he is called.He is a very generous,polite,kind,caring n a gud boy.Whenever i talk to him i gain some knowledge either philosophically or academically.He is like an omniscient in my opinion.He never keeps anyone idle,he talks about some stuff watever comes to his mind.One gud thing in him is that he can create topics out of nothin.....this is wat i love in him.I wish i have his mind.He taught me a lot,he improved my personality a bit.Dats y i love him but this idiotic fellow never cares me,its fine if he doesnt care me but he uses all idiotic words which hurt me.Intiki vachi enni rojulayindra ani adigite saale gadu mee intiki ravalsina avasaram emundira anta........(rey ash ga neeku baga balisindi ra).Everyone makes mistakes for no human is perfect.He is a very determined guy more than anyone else in our gang.His nick name in first year was "CHITTI MALLU".We still tease him with this name.Other one was "JAGTHGIRI GUTTA METTA"(by Sandy).He is the only guy in our gang who didnt put on any wieght(even my mom always says this n scolds me to learn from him),he is like the same
Ashish whom i met 3 years ago(but changed a lot in his personality).While travelling on the road he screams for no reason(we love doin that),he grabs everyones attention on the road with the high pitch of his voice.He likes rap rock a lot he'd rather sacrifice his life for those songs.He raps so well that he reminds me of the voice of the lead lady singer of the band Evanessence(his voice becomes that of a lady's wen he raps).He boxes very badly,he hits me in my face dats y i dont fight with him.He is the only one who plays cricket in his class.He cares everyone well(except me).I dont want to write more about him now,im extremely angry on him rite now.Usually i irritate people but one surprisingly he irritates me,he makes me loose my temper.Hey Ash u r gonna pay for this one day coz every dog has his day.He dances so well that u wud become a fan of his if u watch him dance.He is a pucca hydera'bad(d)i(e)'.I can rap almost all the Linkin Park songs along with him but for one song, Papercut.I hope one day i rap it along with him.
This ones for u Ash:
It’s like I’m / paranoid lookin’ over my back
It’s like a / whirlwind inside of my head
It’s like I / can’t stop what I’m hearing within
It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin.

Sandy:
I wud like to call him Sandeep I.P.S.He is the only guy who can manhandle me perfectly.Met him in 1st year.Wen i first saw him i thought hez a kinda calm boy but later realised that im totally mistaken."NE YABBA" is the one word which comes outta his mouth frequently.
Like me he too is a civil services aspirant.He likes old telugu songs a lot.Like me he too cant speak proper hindi but i can speak better than him for which he was never made fun of,i wonder y every1 makes fun of me.Popularly called "BAVA"(only by boys).He does something to me wenever i go to sunny's room,either me or he gets injured in the brawl.He makes fun of everyone but was rarely made of.He ignites the feelings of everyone around him.He makes people lively.The one bad thing about is that he occasionally gives a treat or party(worse than miser Bob).He looks like hez gonna get carried away with the wind(looks so thin) but
he got a very strong arm.Hez the opening batsman of our team,very nice hitter of the ball.He used to drive his bike very rashly,he made amy,sunny jump in the air once.
After many such happenings this drag bike rider became a 100cc MotoGP test rider.Now he advices people to drive slowly.He was always afraid to sit behind me while i was driving.
I can rarely catch him on phone.He spends a lotta time with Amy n Sunny.This trio watches all the movies without any of the remaining guys.So bad on ur part guys.He makes parties lively.Surprisingly he doesnt have any nick name,i wish someone someday puts a very horrible
nick name to him.I wud give a party to the one who gives him a nice,ugly nick name.He never listens to english songs,wenever i play any english song he immediatly asks me to change it.He absolutely hates Ash rapping an english song.The one similarity between him n me is he likes the gals whom i like.Maa iddari kallu okesari oke ammayi meeda padatayi,okesari flat avutam.Finally he completes MAXTERS.

But Maxters are not alone,they are teamed up with 5 chirpy,bubbly n beautiful gals.We all celebrate like it was some kind of an occasion,we mostly make fun of each other n enjoy to the maximum.I knew all of them since my 1st year but got close to them only in final year.
Before gettin close to these gals we guys used to meet very frequently in Eat Street or any other place but after getin close to them didnt even talkin about guys meetin.We treat each other equally and all the 11 of us are very attached(dats how i feel).We still dint get a gud name for this gang.But for the time being i wud like to call them "MAXOGALS".This name is better than 'MIN'STERS(opposite to 'MAX'TERS) given to them by the other gals of our class.

Soumya:
This one should be mentioned first because she is the one who takes the initiative n leads most of the times.The coolest gal i've ever met.She cares all her friends a lot.She has a lot of friends n even she has some sardar friends.Wenever i read jokes on sardar she is the one who comes to my mind immediatly.To crack jokes is her asset,i never heard any gal tellin me any joke like the ones she tells.Some of her jokes are barrier-breakin,i always expect a gal to be that way.Once she targeted Bob sayin its a kinda "SURVEY",I laughed to death on that day.I should be thankful to u Soumya for not surveyin me(surprisingly that was a thursday Bob's (un)lucky day).For ur jokes u deserve something Soumya,i give a hollo of ur name with a punchy fist up into the air.Another asset in her is that she can talk without any break for a gud period of time.She entertains people so well.She can also make topics out of nothin,she talks about somethin which is related,after that is over if she dont find any topic she talks about somethin which is unrelated.She keeps herself entertained n keeps others entertained too.This is her gift.Wen i first talked to her on phone she was very reserved n talked very less but as days passed then she took her original form,now she talks like who she really is.The one unique talent in her is DANCE........bharatanatyam.She is pretty gud at this but if she dances without any practice u'll hate bharatnatyam dats how she dances without practice.She laughs a lot,she makes people laugh n she makes herself laugh.I learned a lot of new roads n routes because of her.She makes parties lively.Pogadtalu inka chalu,ippudu tittadam start cheddam.Enta baga plans vestado anta baga plans chedagodtadi.Because of her bob's birthday party was postponed for over 1.5 months.Baga navvutadi ani cheppan kada.......enta baga navvutadante.....she laughs for somethin n she laughs for nothin, she laughs wen some1 laughs,she laughs wen some1 cries n she also laughs wen every1 i calm.She laughs for everythin(guess she again escaped from her childhood home......mental hospital).Ide kottadam kakunda tana friends to kuda kottistadi.Bindu,her friend,once hit me so hard that i felt like i went into some kind of coma(I took revenge on her but i guess she deserved more).She eats a lot but was never fat.I mentioned earlier about Amar's GURU dats none other than Soumya.Wenever she watches India play cricket,India looses.Can u guess why India dint win a world cup after 1983.......because she was born after that.Well this is about my friend Soumya.

Jyothi:
J,Jo,Joe,Joey ...... many nick names for this lass.Cute,adorable,naughty at times,she rather enjoys others talkin than she openin her mouth,makes fun but mostly targets me.
She loves teasin me a lot.Calls me Bow Bow.She barks at me like a female dog but does 1 thing better than barkin..............screeching like a rat.I love to call her Keech keech.She got
a portrait drawn by Sunny on her birthday.I've been askin him for a portrait for 2 years but didnt gimme anythin.Arey sunny ga naku Mohd Ali drawing geesi ivvakapo na chetilo chastav bhe.I like fightin with this cutie.She loves cursing me.She even does this whilst chattin on the net.Ippati varaku okkasari kuda nannu pogadaledu kani tittatam matram konni 1000 times.
One song reminds me of this gal:Jojo feat Bow Wow-Baby its you.Bobby gadni tega pogudutadi......vadu adani vadu idani.....abbo.....(vadni pogadani vaalle leru).Backstreet boys songs download cheyyamani begging chesa;ento kasta padi download chesindi kani aa songs nenu 10th chaduvutunnappude na daggara vunnai.Appatnuchi malli download cheyamani adigite ottu.She talks a lot on phone i still remember the first call i made to her,we chatted for 22 mins surprisingly.One great thing she did was promoting Bob from a boy to man.Dat was on a thursday n Bob obviously was made.......That same day was one of my successful days of keepin her mouth shut because on that day i made Jo so calm....i teased her a lot.She too cares n likes her friends a lot.Her voice has a very high pitch(more than Ash'),highest amongst all
our gals.

Pratima:
Prat is how shez called.Dats not a proper nickname coz the word Prat means an idiot but thats the way how shez called,cant help her in this context.She thought i was a very calm boy,dont talk to gals,very reserved,never talk on phone,but guess wat everythin she thought of me was wrong.Im opposite to all these qualities.As days passed by she realised wat kinda guy im.She talks very less but claims that she talks well but with a very low voice.She enjoys the fun goin around her rather than talking.She too like Jo loves teasing me n she too like Jo prasies Bob n Sunny but never me.She too can make topics n keeps people seldom borin.She talks about her family a lot than about her friends.This is pRAT for you.

Samaja:
Sam.Very bubbly,gud lookin,naughty n cool gal.She talks very openly n with very open minded.Shez the most determined gal in our gang.Makes fun n was also made fun of.Always puts 10 or 5 horns to each person while posing for a fotograph.Shez is the only one who supports me while we were fightin in our gang.The most naughtiest thing she did was playing the prank on the hellboy Sunny.But donno wat happened to her thereafter,she never did such kind of things again.But that was one unforgettable moment.A diehard fan of Mohd Kaif.She too never keeps calm,talks about something n makes it interesting.

Ramya:
Cute,charming n gud gal.Very playful.Likes to hit me.She never talks much but enjoys us all.
Though she never talks much she mingles with us very gently.

This is about the MAXOGALS.These are some their qualities but all of them are much more than this.Wat all i said was just a fraction of they are.

Each one of us is unique in our own selves n as a gang jusssst like evry1 else.
Hope we all meet,squabble,wrangle,dance,play pranks on each other,hit each other,party n celebrate more n more n more n more n more...........