Blog Hyderabad Blog !!!!!!

I happened to see these Blog Statistics of Indian Cities accidentally, I thought, only Hyderabad metro blogging was struggling to get authors and posts, but the fact that entire city is suffering a dearth of active bloggers disappoints me a bit. I personally love reading books, both English and Telugu,though I am software side guy.Some people ascribe us with the term ‘Nerd’; but, I don’t want to miss out the beauty of the languages, strength and poignancy of human expression. Unfortunately, I could never see a friend or colleague, who at least read, some, much talked about books or so. They just read academic books. Of course there is another sect of people like me, who belong to one place but blog from other, they obviously will be categorized as non localities of Hyderabad I guess,(owning to the gathering of IP address et al …) I don’t know what to say. But still, I can clearly say, youth in Hyderabad are not much expressive about their ideas or ideals. Or they want to pen it down if and only if that is an excellent one? Give me a break, stupidity is also a form of joy :) . Did you happen to watch that ad, "Fair and Handsome", the lame ad, you would have felt crumbling in disgust. How could you have known that if they didn’t show you? :)) Common guys, become bloggers, unite and some day we will become a useful community to serve, may be for a greater cause, or at least to cheer up people who visit, and let them feel proud being Hyderabadees for having such nice bloggers to quote.

A Poem from Heart

Misty water colored memories of the way we were
Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we exchanged, for the way we were
Can it be the way it was, all so simple then?
Or has time rewritten every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again.
Tel me, would we? Could we?
Memories can be beautiful, and yet that's too painful to remember.
We simply choose to forget,
For it’s the laughter we will remember, whenever we remember the way we were......
Hope you never forget this pal, the cards, and the gifts baggage
Memories of a saddened soul after a year and half out from college

In tears..
Yours Me
dedicated for the one who knows, to whom it is meant for

The Joy in a Sad soul

Obviously, writing a blog means you're supposed to post in it regularly. Ideally, I'd like to write something in this journal every day. That was my intention when I started, but then crunch time at work came along, as it does from time to time, and all else seems to fall by the wayside for a week or so. So, Its gonna be rather long post this time after a week, but owing to the negligible readership of my blogs, I feel I should continue with my typewriting skills without bothering much about your patience level. I regret if you have been forcefully directed here, but if you chose to, or came across this accidentally, it’s your luck.
Not long back, I happened to read a TOI article about how a majority of bloggers revolve around the 'I, me, myself' syndrome in their posts rather than writing about general things. Without commenting much on it, I would just say that I am a die-hard democrat, and I usually go with the majority.
A couple of bad news and a happy frolic filled heart (as a result of accomplishment). I wonder how these can amalgamate and co-exist as neighbors at a same place, but do not affect the true mood of a being!!! I guess there are different partitions for different emotions in heart, its been a real tiresome, and a tough week, the last one. The bad news were, one, that Ramakanth, my best friend met with an accident (yeh on a bike, I knew he would some day for sure would take on a vehicle, ask him and he would yell out at me!!! more than 100 times might I, have warned him to ride slow), dint break any bones though except some harsh bruises!!!! and the second one is the loss of one of my most lovable ones...the won who shared four long years of deep relation with me, the won who woke me up for every exam, the one who reminded me of everything to be done, the one who gave me the guidance to go at the right time to the right place, the one who made me read all those naughty and sweeety messages, the one without whom, I could not stay for a single day. I am really very sad after the loss of my 1100 mobile which was given as a gift on my 20th birthday. Hundreds of contacts, a lot of touching messages and pictures from my dear ones, all gone at a blink. Can’t get any one of them back :( . Why can't these airtel guys store these messages and contacts some where when they are able to give the sim with the same old number?? Strange!!! I would have allowed them to trademark some weird name to some memory to put all those contacts and messages!!!! To hell with them, bloody morons. Its still a mystery where, when and how I lost my pyaaree mobile, my memory too isn't working sharp these days. anyways, coming to the good news part, Fuelled with cappuccino and passion and of course with the delight of watching the pretty looks of the newly joined girl sitting in the next cubicle(God!!! she is damn cute),I have successfully completed 95% of my project assignment on the last day of the week, after I kept it pending on 50% for almost 2 weeks. I felt to have justified the task assigned to me, Although in my heart of hearts I love and cherish my leisure time and enjoy, I was trying to be a workaholic for a while all last week to complete my project, and at last I did it on Friday by 2 AM.I am filled with the pride of accomplishment now.. Yeh joy and Sorrow can dwell well in the same heart !!!!!!!

Wandering for Solace in Solitude

Dissatisfaction is one trait ingrained in humans. Its strange how a man craves for solitude (calling it "some space") when surrounded by people, but seeks company when left alone. Happiness seems to be an alien species on a non-understandable planet called life. Various identification-attempts of the species serve as alibis for various sections of people who tend to explain it differently. Happiness in solitude is often related with an abstract attainment - given the name eternity or divinity by certain sects. Happiness in normal life is mostly identified with the surroundings. A man is "happy" if things and people around him are. The previous sect would reject this perspective as "temporary" or "worldly". Whichever school of thought you subscribe to, remaining happy is a mammoth task. Whichever excuse you provide yourself as a reason for being happy, on a wider perspective of heart and truth, everything boils down as artificial. A peaceful mind and a contented heart constitute that elusive combination which every man craves for. Only the rarest of mankind actually achieve it. So as to say, I am not from that species!!!! I am not happy here !!!!!! and not at all contended with what life is giving me, wonder how my dad has been tierlessly doing the same job for 25 long years Huh !!!! dad u really are great..... I am fed up of this job already ......

Missing U A lot "Hydraabaad"

In extention to my the earlier post "heights of insanity" ,I found a clear difference in plenty of things between Bangalore and my place Hyderabad. Never in my 20 years of stay in Hyd, did I feel a single thing bad about my favourite place on this planet,Hyderabad. I always feel Hyderabad rocks!!!!! . On the other day there was a show hosted by Barkha dutt on NDTV, a documentary, which spoke volumes about apun kaa Hydraabaad and its rich heritage.My blood was dripping with a pressure of 180/100 when I was watching that. Why am I attached so much to the city ?? hmmm... the answer is bit difficult, but I am sure comparing any aspect of it with other places will make it very simple. Bangalore on other hand, is much more western in its culture and is a host to lot of people from not around the country but around the world.....Every thing is special about hamaaraa Hydraabaad.The galli cricket, the girls in langaa voonis, the watch at will movies in theaters with out the stuggle of booking in advance for a weekend,the much organised city busses and traffic, countless hangouts for the youth and the aged baapoos,our own urdu zubaan,the very helpfull people and the auto walas,Hydrabaadi biryani at the Bavargi, Blue sea mein Afzal bhai ka Irani chaay, Road side gupchup kaa kwaavdi,hordes of friends on the tankbund and necklace road,vrooming bikes in banjara hills.....Every thing is sooo khaas about Hyderabad.I really miss every thing now.....Desperate to stay with my city :(

Munna Bhai aa ree laa reee !!!!!

No work on Saturday and Sunday has made me glu sticked to my comp and publish all these "just wanted to" posts, and here I am with my review on Lage Rahoo….."I'm back" says our Munna bhai in his own desi ishtyle & guess what ?? Circuit too is here again to take us on a "journey of a lifetime" (fitting, despite of being such a cliché). Last week, I watched Lagey Raho Munnabhai (LRM) & I admit I was late by 4 days in watching it :P , reason?? no tickets on weekends soooo typical of Bangalore (in Munnabhai lingo ,"Booleethoo… apun koo time ich nahee milaa, aur uper se ticket ka much much).Lucky as I always am (no pun intended),JV got tickets for the 10 PM show, at innovative, was tough to return in chilling cold on bike, but, anything for Munna Bhai!!!!!

Let me tell you honestly & loudly, I really loved LRM. I don’t normally give a review to a movie, if you go through; RDB is the only other movie which has got a review on my blog!!! We laughed at Circuit and Munna's evergreen repartee, paid attention to meaningful (beautiful too) words of the old Mahatma, felt morose with the old men's troubles of the old age, felt cheered up with them when Munna came to their rescue and before we knew ..the show was over, It was magic, magic of simplicity, honesty and of a benevolent desire to tell us something we don't want to know. LRM is a good movie, but what makes it a great movie is its attempt to reincarnate Gandhian values. Gandhi is 'KOOL' again. Munna is again the Mr.Fix-it-all, but this time there is no ghoda and gun, no con man ship and no lies, just the good ol' values of love and truth. The scene just before the interval, where Munna apologizes circuit, for beating him takes the icing over all, I and all of my friends in the theater would have definitely opened the gates of their eyes to rush the flood out, if there would not be that little prank on Chinese food by Munna, at the end of the dialogue, Ckt rulz again, My full marks to him in the movie!!!! All the solutions to our problems are very simple and straight in the face, it is our refusal to see them that makes them so complex. In the words of Rishikesh Mukherjee,"It is so simple to be difficult, but it is so difficult to be simple". Baapu just reiterates this simple truth to us in LRM. LRM doesn't preach, it just reopens the age old debate of Violence v/s non-violence. It does not pass any verdict, rather it tells a sweet story of a gold-hearted goon dabbling with Gandhian values. But you learn something along the way, at least feel that Gandhi wasn't as outdated as we like to think. So simple are these values, you commit a mistake, say sorry and MEAN IT. Speak the truth, it is the real shortcut to whatever you want. Be Honest. Isn't that something we already know? But it is the hardships of growing up that made us oblivious to the goodness (or badness) of these values. Take it easy and “saaab chalta hai” is our attitude. I guess we learnt very fast and unlearn these simple things even faster. Gandhi is not outdated. It's us who have chosen the seemingly easier and wrong path. It is our inability to withstand against the corruption that is very in'dated' but it is leading us all to a precarious situation. Even I am feeling a little guilty while writing these lines. Am I any more true to Gandhian values than you?? Well...my mortified conscience won't be able to answer this embarrassing question. Still the answer is out there ...blowing in the wind. But I suspect if anybody else is in better situation than me .We are all the same and that's such a pity.

Does LRM serves any higher purpose than making money for its producer and tickling some of our funny bones?? Maybe yes, maybe no. but if it stimulates you enough to even read or to know more about Gandhi and his ideology....Then I bet it does. Go and njoy your bit now!!!

PS:
On a lighter note, Vidya Balan looks like a million bucks as always. I couldn't help feeling a little lost when she was onscreen. Ah! The same old inexplicable mystique of female beauty :)

Vandee Maataram

Once upon a time, we used to sing a song ,
In the morning assembly, with the sound of a gong.

we hardly knew what it meant,and never did we care,
Everybody sang it ,nobody was spared.

'Hail the motherland' it said, all that we knew.
Nobody objected ,neither me nor you.

Some of us sang it,some simply stood,
We weren't bothered if it was for bad or for good.

when the assembly broke ,we ran for the game,
And again as usual we became all the same.

Nobody was applauded for the way we sang,
And everybody of us was just one simple gang.

I see it now ,we were such a fool,
That song wasn't a song but it was a tool.

It will tell us who love the country and how much is his love
And care not for a moment ,if it kills the white dove.

Yeh, I am speaking of my National Anthem "Jana Gana Mana". I simply think that it does not deserve to be a nation's representation, after I read the story behind it.I came across a post which briefed why and when was the now praised and sang Indian national Anthem was written, by Rabindranath Tagore.It was written hailing an English delegate on his visit to India, at the time of Independence, mentioning that "all the great riches of my country, welcome you". I doesn't want to spare the one who suggested it for a National Anthem, Get Him and I will show him what I am !!! grrrrrrreee :(

Heights of Insanity

Damn the sops!!!!!
I can't stay away from BlogoSphere !!!!! I am back again after restraining myself for quite some time....

Well!!!! I have been experiencing this alarming transformation of the life style and looks of the young and charmingly beautiful girls in to strange and ugly beings every where. Where has all the beauty of those sarees and chudidhars gone?? I rarely find pretty women draped in a saree in Bangalore, the thrill of watching a young girl in a punjabi dress or a langa vooni (half-saree) is no more in this part of my own country , The culture is turning more western from Indian, Its no pleasure to watch hanky panky girls doing all kinds of weird things that they can in public, its irritating rather. While standing at the Food Court lobby last week, On a Friday afternoon, I suddenly realized how peculiar many women look these days. It's as if a low-level wannabe footballer's wife vibe that is neither aesthetically pleasing (being cheerlessly vulgar) nor edifying (being staggeringly crass).I've been struck by it before, usually with the implants and the weird stuff at some parties, at Discotheques or at some fancy dress competitions. But at the Food Court, Forum Mall and the airport I saw the same phenomenon en masse. What happened? Why are women, who ought to be too young to care, dressed like suburban glamour models on a night out at some Pub or like an item girl in some movies? And why are women not old enough to know better dressed. It’s not just the clothes, though the clothes are with alarming enough glaring red and glitter, added to these are the tiny vests, expanses of (plastic) bosom and stomach, vertiginous heels, incredibly short skirts or shorts, massive handbags, and huge designer sunglasses. Oops!!! I forgot those funky accessories which they carry, the orange tans, acrylic nails, hair extensions, I found this in more than many places here in Bangalore, at The Forum, Brigade Road, for that matter even at the Food court in office on a Friday evening. When I see a picture of Victoria Beckham or Paris Hilton , I feel scorn, pity and irritated. But clearly I'm in a minority, these women with their bling, their weight issues and their vacuous lifestyles are regarded as being the acme of chic by vast numbers. But If I heard of anyone doing that, I'd tell them to get a grip. I wonder where the madness is going to end. Where are the normal adult females under 30? Well on the way to extinction is the answer. The ones over 30 aren't doing brilliantly either. I can see how it happened. The topical generation influenced everything. I wish to find another job and rush back to my home place Hyderabad, where I feel the scenario is not as worst, God!!!! Save my ethics and customs, let people be what they truly are!!!!