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.