Meeraa number aayeegaa!!!!!

Life has not been too rosy for the past one month, One post in the entire month in my blog reflects how crunched I was with work, I had to face some critical moments to finish my projects on bang, every thing got screwed up because of some, not so proper management strategies adopted, being the type of management guy, as I always aspired to be, I made a peep in corner analysis of every thing, and how it all went wrong, one of my projects was in jeopardy!!!! and it was sheer hard work conjunct with smart work, we dug ourselves out from the buried coffin. I had many sleepless nights, my dreams in those few hours when I had a nap were full of those perilous code and those very professional ways of intimidations of escalations in those chains of mails. I feel much more comfortable now, after that hectic work when I had to work for 16 hours a day, I am a happy man now. It is our basic nature to seek happiness. Do we get it? When we look around we find ourselves surrounded by suffering. We feel uneasy; that we are perched on an island of some happiness, surrounded on all sides by deep and dark waters of unhappiness. Is happiness just a mirage? The fact is that there is neither undiluted happiness, nor unabated unhappiness. Life is both. However, the nature of pain is such that it appears that the unhappy phase of life is interminably long. I was traveling through this path all these one month I guess!! Never in my life did I feel the fear of being lost, I was in abjection at a stage when I was blamed for all the mistakes and decisions taken by managers, for I was the sole person handling the project. When we are faced with unhappy situations, we may derive some comfort by observing and learning from Nature. A cold and dark night yields to the refreshing morning sun, with its soothing rays of warmth, radiating light dispelling darkness. Every thing I am telling seems to be out of box I know!!! But this is what is spilling from my heart, and what I have learnt. After every chilly winter, there comes the spring, bringing warmth, hope and cheer. At the end of a dark, long tunnel, there is light. Happiness is a state of mind, which keeps us in a state of well-being. Several important ingredients go to make the 'commodity' known as happiness. But this precious commodity is simply not available in a departmental store. Its a feeling again. I had no minds to remember the Birthdays of my friends also, I forgot to wish a couple of my friends on their birthdays, could not watch any of my favourite cricket matches on TV...I wish I would never again be in such a situation again...Touchwood!!!! Lesson of the period “We do not gain anything by fretting or fuming over things over which we have no control whatsoever. We only become unhappy in the process. Accept gracefully the things given to us, the good or bad, and abjectly surrender to the dictates of destiny, your time arrives and you have fun unlimited” . …Sorry if you read the entire post, I promise to post something more interesting next!!!! :)

Frozen Thoughts .......

Recently my team mate Vidya kept asking me, why do I always shoot up lines about Hyderabad?, and why do I pay visits to the city from a place 600 miles away (Bangalore Ofcourse!!!!!) very often?. She, beeing a Kannadigaa, is obviously fond of her own capital Bangalore, and even was betting me on counting more fun filled places to hang out in Bangalore than in Hyderabad. Well !!! You know who would win, yup, she was no way near, when the list of places drifted from my mouth. This post is for all those Hyderabadis who are mad about the City , and Of course for them who are not, but someday would surely want to fall in love with it !!!!!
It is anyway the haven of all those normal Hyderabadi specials - Pearls, Biryani, Irani Chai, Attars, RamojiFilmCity, Chudi Bazaar, Charminar, Golconda etc which any normal person who is in the city for a couple of years would be aware of. I do not dispute their prominence to any visitor, but there are a certain places where you have to go for a life time experience!!! As a true Hyderabad kaa Miyaa- who has been in there, for most of his past 23 years - these things hold scant importance, if any (except the Biryani at Paradise and Bavargi, and The Chai in Blue Sea. God!!! I would want them even minutes, before I die).
So I compiled my own list of things to do in Hyderabad excluding the routines. I am aiming for max points in the Bulls eye, lets see how many can I come up with.
Eat Street: Sitting beside the Hussain Sagar, with cool breeze caressing you, and a multitude of eating options to choose from; for me this is the best place in Hyderabad. Get down from the MMTS at Necklace Road Station, cross the road and enjoy the food with a view. lolling around in the gardens next to eat street is actually more fun than eat street itself. Rama’s Birthday which we celebrated in that midnight twilight on the TankBund is a life time memory.
Durgam Cheruvu: Also known as the Secret Lake - this lake tucked away in the depths of Madhapur provides tranquility amidst the multi-billion dollar transactions going on a stone’s throw away. An advice: do not visit in evening; the road adjacent to it will be packed with vehicles. Best time to visit Durgam Cheruvu is late night. And do not miss the Tea from the cart that stands opposite Cyber Gateway. Believe me the water slide is worth it, try it and you would not want to come out from the peddling sauce boats....
The "Best Book sellers" in Abids is truly the Best one in the entire city. This has been my favorite from my bachpan, there is no book that you can't find in this store, that too at very low prices. Tilak Road on Sunday or M.R. Book Stores at Punjagutta or Frankfurt Book Store near Odyssey all come under the same sect, The books you would find at these obscure second hand bookshops defy imagination. On Sundays, the entire Tilak Road, near Abids, is swarmed with vendors selling books - no categorization of books, keep searching through them till you get tired or find some gem tucked underneath. Generally an armful of books would cost hardly 100 bucks. M.R. Book Stores & Frankfurt Book Store are bigger second hand book shops, books are categorized properly and are a tad expensive then the Tilak Road books - but here too the sheer number of books is mind-boggling.
Drive around KBR National Park: Do this once and I am sure you would wish for one more drive. The minute you enter the roads surrounding KBR National Park, you can feel a marked drop in temperature. The roads curve around the National Park, with varying degrees of slopes. It is a roller-coaster drive with you being in control all the time. Again the same advice - best time to visit is late night. Do not go on these roads in evening unless you want to be swathed in dust and smoke.
Ice Cream at Mozamjahi Market: Ahead of Nampally, you would find Mozamjahi Market. Look for Karachi Bakery (the taste of Fruit Biscuits of Karachi Bakery cannot be described - you have got to taste it), opposite Karachi Bakery; you can easily find two ice cream shops housed in a building of the 19th century architecture. I do not remember the names of the ice cream shops, but I can still feel the taste tingling my tongue. I have never had better ice cream, at a cheaper price. No ice cream costs more then 15 bucks and at 15 bucks you get three slices of different flavors along with fresh fruits and jelly - Tutty Fruity is simply lip smacking. Another favorite has been the Kulfi - I think it costs 8 rupees.
The Whisper Valley: You have to be in Hyderabad at this place on any Diwali night, you would be surely jumping and thumping. I bet you can't restrain the joy silently with out those wows and wooos!!!!!!
My thoughts are still swirling around a lot of other places ..... But these were the Best, that anyone and everyone who has been to Hyd would die a heart for .....

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!!!!

Project "personal"

Just Yesterday, I looked back at this one year at IBM, and realized that there was plenty & plenty of fun in my life all this year, that gave happiness to my soul, but then, there was another side of my pouted heart, which was loosing the charm of actual shishir, who was good at his academics too. I felt I was not performing well, par what I can do, except completing my projects on date and delivering them, I learnt not much, technically except some UNIX and just more than some JAVA, the thought of completing my certification in JAVA has been following the same thought since I thought, what ever the reason, I am, I thought didn’t give much importance to that and to improve my skill set technically, there was no pragmatic, realistic and tangible strategy I adopted for time management to allocate a few hours for learning. Most of my friends who were with me all this year were shuffling to other companies, this was another reason may be which brought the thought of "start reading and improve my technical skills". To end all the resentment and to see myself holding the SCJP certificate in another one month, (that is too much time I know!! but I have to beseech god to make me some time from these tight schedules now.) I wanted to change my regular schedules and concentrate on what I now want to. I have to garner some confidence now to excel, and I am sure It is more often than not that I have taken oath, the others follow after I am through......
For all this, resolutions have to be made, for this Aug-Sep-Oct at least, a few of them which I desperately wish to follow
1) Wake up early and do my regular morning workout exercises to shed the few pounds which I put-up for the past one year and gather my fit and fine older shape of mine
2) Reach office not after 10AM and Leave not before 10PM, for what ever reasons.... Read those PDFs while free and bored or dejected with the project work
3) Complete the rest chapters for SCJP certification, may be plan to write java 1.5 exam than 1.4 instead
4) Stop Blogging until I finish my certification by next month. Sorry friends I can't do this, but I have to, no choice.
5) Stop chatting on yahoo and gtalk through out the day with friends and family, I am uninstalling them now :(
6) Check my personal mail boxes once in the morning and once in the night while leaving.
7) Same with my Orkut, No orkutting all day, reply to the scraps in the evenings and write some in the morning.
8) Start writing my diary, which I stopped a couple of months back again.
9) Start eating a morsel atleast three times a day.
10) Stop spending too much generously, and save 10K from now.
11) Read the TOI and Hindhu headlines for not more than an hour and half at office.
12) Start some serious prepration again for my CAT .
13) Work seriously at office to complete my projects and read when ever I find time.
14) Stop watching too much TV at room, but enjoy the weekends to max,thats the only way I can be revitalized I know that!!! .....So catch u in a month friends......cheers and Bye until then

Happy Independence Day INDIA

Was away On vacation for 4 days at my home town,njoyed abit.I desperately wanted to blog on My Independence day, 15th of August to wish all the readers and my fellow INDIANS, but damn those Net centers in my hometown,I could not find one properly functioning and open netcafe,despite roaming for 2 hours.I was invited to my School Independence day celebrations by my principal ,It was raining cats and dogs all day, yet I managed to salute the flag at my school,which I never missed in my entire life,not once I swear!!.I really felt proud to speek at the podium, The moment I became the orator and adressed the students where I was sitting once was just the time of life. It was a great feeling beyond words.Fueled with pariotic fervour and passion I gave a blood dripping speech, every sentence that I spoke was backed by my principal,for all those applauds I was eternally elated.I met many of my teachers who still remembered me and called me with my name,that was when I felt to be honoured to have been associated with my school,I went to my class rooms where I once sat,kiran(one of my old calssmates at school) accompanied me all through the day.Back to I-day, I was watching the redfort flag hoisting ceremony on TV it was amidst Z-rate security,I wondered if that was Independence but I missed not a single word of the PM's speech, most of the stats were alien stuff, though I managed to dump something in.I wished I would be there talking to my country (shut up!!! and don't laugh, I din't mean as a PM) and utter with nerves of steel and impeccable commitment, a roaring "JAIHIND" to my nation and pay respects to all the fighters and soldiers dead and alive gaurding my country.I still do this,if not at the redfort.HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAYS all along INDIANS.....cheer for the nation,make the flag fly high,be proud to be INDIAN. Hamaaraa Bhaarat Mahaan.

KANK a crap !!!!!

Finally and Finally !!!!!!! I watched the much awaited and publicised movie Kabhi Alvida Na kehna on he second day at IMAX, before my visit I wondered why Chevrolet KUN showroom offered tickets to please all its customers for this saturday night show,there was another perspective to look at, probably they thought the showtime tickets would not be sold. Beleive me, I am a no Karan Johar fan now!!!! There is nothing worth quoting in the movie.It just stinks.I am dumbstruck why did KJ call this his best movie ever?? The movie,taking an expedient of time leap,relegates broken marriages and families as non-issues and in its own sick way justifies the extra-marital affairs.I should say that I was sort-of royally screwed by watching KANK.The guilty expressions and the intensity later half are very aesthetically done in some parts of the movie. Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy's awesome music, coupled with Farah Khan's choreography, the acting talents of Kirron Kher and Amitabh Bachchan's frivolous ways in the hugely emotional scenes, are the only things to look for in the movie.The performance of all other lead actors is eminently forgettable.sharukh with his routine acting style,and Abhishek with his not that important character are waste to watch,Preithy does not have much to do except look pretty and Rani doesnot know what she does in the movie.Quite a waste of talent. The plot is weak and is only matched by the bad acting of all the protogonists of the movie. If you decide to leave before the scrolling credits at the end of the movie, rest assured you won’t be the only one.Spare yourself of such an ordeal!

“Sachin” ---- The God ?? < “ The Sachin” --- A God >

My hearts God and one of the nation’s prized jewels is going to be back in the next ODI in the champions trophy,I am eagerly waiting for sachin's return to what he is best at. I bet he would say the answers to all the critics with his bat.Obviously,The return of the batting genius Sachin Tendulkar to international cricket brings in a new zeal of excitement. Sachin has had more than his share of injuries, and in the last few years has suffered so many injuries that he would easily earn the sympathy of express fast bowlers prone to frequent breakdowns. And there has been criticism for the Maestro whenever he has made a comeback to the international level, with the so-called experts saying that Sachin is not the same as he had been down the years setting one record after another since he burst on to the international scene as a 16-year-old, to be regarded among cricket's all-time greats.Sachin always seems to reject his bewitching fusion of majesty and human frailty in favor of a mechanical, robotic accumulation.Such are the level of expectations from Sachin that even a mediocre series raises some eyebrows. Of late, as Wisden noted, Sachin has not been in his old aggressive self. Expert opinion is divided on whether this is due to his increasing years of stress or the lingering after-effects of injuries over 17 years at the highest level. Every one expects him to score at least a half century every match,but none seem to remember that he is just a player turned bright star who always bores the torch of hope and romps INDIA home.He carved a niche of his own in many a million hearts not only in India but world wide.People went on to the extent of praising him as greatest player of all time given the current cricketing scenario.I remember Ganguly lauding him by saying "why worry ?,even 70% fit sachin is better than many great players of topical cricket" in one of the interviews on BBC. And now when Sachin will take part in the Tri-Series in Sri Lanka, he will carry the hopes of millions of Indians, as he did on his arrival as a teenage prodigy, and just the sight of their talismanic player going out to bat will be assurance enough. Go on sachin ....Stay gold.

Sorry dear Sister :(

Its been five years since I stayed with my sister for a "Rakshabandhan" day, I am no man, to say sorry this time to my dear dearer dearest Ammi,for I know she doesn't excuse me for all my apologies this time too.I dedicate this post to you Ammi as a consle to my heart.I din't receive your rakhi yesterday, for me to tie it to my hand today :( I hope it arrives in the afternoon today, I tied another one from baby akka (my cousin) which has come yesterday !!!.Ammi, I promise to keep up the filial covenant of love that we shared since birth and to live a life of purity in thoughts, words and actions.I know that the history is replete with examples where brothers died in defence of their sister's honour.I voe for the same.for, you have been the most adorable one for me.I promise to bring you the gift this weekend when I come to Hyderabad. I really miss this auspicious ceremonial occation which we used to have at home.I do not know how to put he wishes here but lest take my words of "Happy RakshaBandhan Day " meet you soon ......

Happy Friendship Day :)

"Friendship day", and it was time again for all my mates to join hands for yet another sojourn tour,I freaked out to Nandihills 64 KM from Bangalore with 12 of my friends this time,as always we really enjoyed the tall trees, breezy winds, steep hills, trekking on the mountains, historic temples, fantastic nature and its scenic beauty.Then, after returning from the wholly enjoyed trip, as I dug deeper through all my old greetings and birthday cards, I found a simple piece of paper with “To u - From me” scrawled on it.It was the letter written by Rama to me on my second birthday at college ( in my 4th sem I guess). He was my first friend trusted till root after I moved there to Anantapur for my Btech. It was more than a mere letter to me then. It was the promise of a new beginning.It needs a special mention about my best friend Ramakanth when ever I speak of Friendship,thats why this special stanza is written for him.

Then there is much to write about all my dear friends Snippy,Santu,Pappi,khanna,and kutty.Tough times now that just never seem to get better. well, I miss all of you guys and how you have all made me laugh like there was no tomorrow.Thanks Guys for being with me through out.You are the best thing that ever happened to me and who have made a big difference in my life though some of you might be hardly aware of it :).we may not speak for a day, for a month, for a year or maybe never get the chance to look at eachother again in this lifetime.....but the times we have shared will always remain with me...the memories of friendship will forever be etched in this heart which has come across as rock to some and gold to others.Pouts & smiles.who were with me through zits, storms, gaps, the best and the worst, and yet remained tight and true all these years.I knew each one of you would call me to wish for this friendship day as you did. It might not be exactly what the tarot cards ordered but you have to agree, there are few things in life cooler than making new friends and keeping old ones.I wished all my dear friends would be with me partying this night but not to be, missed you all very much for this F-day!! To all my favorite friends, cheers!! and hugs a heap!!!!Happy Friendship day again.

Entangled thoughts

I normally blog when I find time sometimes and when I dont find time for myselfs sometimes,but this time for no reason,I desperately want to write it to share my aching hearts pain with some of you atleast,I always considered myself to be one of those "organised" guys around. Clear about life, goals and all those seemingly abstract terms one can encounter in self-help books. But then, life isn't so easy always.I am in a confusion as to how to put straight my sinking relationship which I once cherished the most.I dont know how to speak with such free affluence with kutty as I used to earlier,I dint knew refraining speech for two months leads to such acute misconstrual.She tried meeting me when I went to Hyd,called me on my bday,scraped and wrote me couple of times,but why did I not respond in a way, to continue to be as I was earlier? I still hung with my idiotic don't care idiosyncrasy.I should have responded in a more friendly and caring manner.now I fear if can get back those days where we cared a lot for each other,I wish Kutty reads this post !!!But I still believe,everything is exactly as it is for a reason. The crumb is on our table not only as a reminder of this morning's cookie, it is there because we have chosen not to remove it. No exceptions. Everything has a reason, and the tiniest detail is a clue.I guess there are only two ways to end this dichotomy. A few hours of perfect solitude - I am craving for which for a long time; or some quality time with a wonderful friend and thats why I have booked my ticket to Hyderabad for the comming weekend to meet my best friend Ramakanth,and find some time for myself.... lets see where it leads after this friendship day.

LOVE - A Hickup

An elusive topic that can never be made understood to anyone completely ...diff things, diff angles, diff views, diff experiences,Always an enigma to wokout,leaving a bedazzled expression on my face when ever I tried understanding what exactly is this...
I am still unable to make up what would be the outcome of the message this post is going to spill, will this in some familiar way open eyes of our youth and bring them to realization of the abused word: “love” ?? or is it in a strange way going to drive some more buffs to fall( rather rise) in Love !!!!!
here goes a discussion......

I : What an amazing view of this very topic.The romantic love is one of the most misunderstood, complicated and misguided topic in today’s world among our youth.The confused youth go around,observing their role models,their looks and their mannerisms,expensive clothes, hot romance and dangerous yet misunderstood love in itself and try mimicing every thing for their satisfaction, what they see on television, and Movies. In all these areas, love exists in such inspiring ways and instills junk stuff feelings in their minds making them desparate.They follow what they watch and what is most enjoyable, citing examples as the ones they admire and try to copy what they see.They believe they completely know what they are doing, although they may not.

Me : Crap!!! Stop stop why do feel following their models as following love,may be it can be be moving with topical trends,and if that is the case,you stupid "I" You should face the accusation of aiding and abetting your friends at college who fell in love rather then preaching them your dos and don'ts, you can't say Love is absurd or lovers are insane with all your imagineering.

I : Youth try to fall in love and believe they are in love, but most of the time it is just lust, attraction and utter confusion. With the assistance of their thoghts, their visions are fogged and what they believe to be true love,is actually just a crush or luxuria that eventually disappears leading to some type of supposed heartbreak. Atlast, they try to be in strong and long relationships. They try to figure out another person of the opposite sex before they even consider figuring themselves out.I can argue on this for hours,there is no true Love....

Myself : Hey Romeo and Juliet fell in love at an age of 14 when they were still in teens,this was no lust,and you can't say they were never lovers,can u?love is an experience which comes out of understanding the person you decide to walk along through out your life, You don't love any one you see, Love spurges out only when one feels its perfectly alright and secured to be in others company and can share good and bad of thy.

I : I am pretty sure that no matter how strong you are, you are likely to experience this uncontrollable cycle when you invite the process of LOVE to your life. If you feel you can intercept someone you should be very honest with yourself. In this case, the relationship should be called a friendship a sincere intention to have only a social interaction with a person.Not hanky panky, so that you can have a clear understanding from the very beginning without any room for guesswork or temptation.DO you now say Romeo and uliet din't crave for this at that tender age??Now,May I ask what explanation do you give to your little brother, sister, or youth who are striving along the path of submission with you? Where does this leave you? What If you are giving in to your urges and satisfying your physical desires. You are a single young and attractive submitter with your emotions and hormones revving in high gear. All you see around you are images of love, romance, passion and sex. Your friends seem to go through dates like it's a fruit and you wonder if they are beginning to question your sexual orientation. Of course, we know that God is Most Merciful and is the acceptor of repentance. But why should you bring yourself to the point of having to repent when you have the power to remain steadfast from the very beginning?

Me & Myself : !#@$*&# Catch you later Buddy, Have some work !!!!

~~~My Birthday Bash~~~

Turning 23,and rocking to the core....Come what may, I can do anything in this world now.Marry anyone whom I want to :p,and even compete for the post of PrimeMinister of INDIA!!! seems the world has grown to a tincture tiny land after I grew 1 year older yesterday.The most beautifull phase of life is where I am standing now,a stage where I dare to take decisions on my own with out any pursuits.Take the courage to decide on anything,self. Now,swap to mybirthday yesterday, and I can say with out thinking twice that it was the best, that I had in my life.leaving the small pain of beeing away from my family and the pain of taking the bumps at my back apart,it was a fun filled and a very happy day through out.Never in my life did I cut four cakes on my birthday.

Thanks for each and every one Snippy, Shanthi and aunty, Pinky, Santu, Bhagath, kiran, pavan, A.Sreenu, TS, phani, Divya, Boochi, Vissu, Devi, Khanna, Chandu, Rani, Sakroo and all my family Mom, Dad, Ammi,Sujji, Baachi, Kittanna, Roja, Taatayya & Ammamma, baby Akka who kept awake to wish me at that mid night. Special thanks to Shaym , Shashi, Geethakka, Sudhir, Fatima, Dummy for keeping the thought of my birthday and calling all the way from US to wish me at 12.

Then I would also like to wish thanks to all my friends who wished me throught out the day. Bunny, Raji, gowri, Chitty, Rahul, Phani, Suresh and to every one whom I missed here.I was really wonderstruck after some of my old school friends called me with my birthday in their mind to wish, thanks raa Prem, Sowjanya, ramya, Laddu, paappri, lillu, bodi, kallu, gorre, mohsin, srikanth.Then,hundred thanks to all my team at office Vidya, sreeni, Gokul, Sowmya, harish, Deena, Mohan, Subbu, Ramesh for making this birthday very eventfull.My roomies had to shut the tone of my ringing mobile while making me cut the cake, thanks for every one who tried calling me during that time, and sorry for that :(( Thanks, thanks and thanks for all those messages which kept flooding all day.

All my b-tech classmates would kill me if don't mention every one here who called me and sent me mails,I thank everyone dear for all those fantastic mails wishing a Happy Birthday.I also was surprised when I received calls from about 15 pals from my orkut,wishing me a rocking B'day,thanks dudes for everyone by name,then thanks for every one who increased the scrap count by about 100 in my orkut with all those wishes.

Then, thanks a ton for all my dearest darlings Modi, vinil, JV, Srikanth, Rats, Ravi, Bunny, for all the surprises and pain they have taken in making a really wonderfull day in my life. I can never ever forget this.Well friends if all this sounds as some acceptance speech for some prize or accolade, then yes,It was really a prize,and I am very glad to say this :)cant believe so many ppl who do think of me soo much :).Friends thanks once again for all the calls you made, for all the surprises, gifts and lasting memories you left me with to carry forward ......I am really overwhelmed to know that I have so many friends .. :) Perhaps this realization was the best gift I got this BDay :).You really made my life a happier one to live with lot of memories.It was all because I had friends like you,I possiblly cant forget to thank every one for the fear of loosing any one." THANKS FOR BEEING MY FRIENDS" and hazaar hugs to every one :p.

Back to the birthday night,all my roomies made me cut the cake, and that was followed by a grand sitting party by pradeep for him getting placed in IBM-ISL.We enjoyed a lot that night.My mobile din't stop ringing for 2 hours.I received plenty of calls and messages from all my friends wishig me a very happy birthday.The honours of wishing me first were taken by snippy,who refused to cut the call,calling me 15 minutes before 12 midnight :p (No kidding around she spoke these words anyway!!!).Then I called Rama my best friend who I know was waiting for my call,to wish me.that was it,then the flood of calls stormed in.

I had a blast of a ceremony that night.Pradeep, Mahesh, Guru, PC, Ragz, Maruthi, Buchhi, Gumpu thanks for each one of you guys for making my birthday night a real memory.

The second innings started at office,my team really surprised me with all their wishes,A big b'day card, signed by all my friends was kept infront of my desk welcoming me to peep in to it, to see what it was with curiosity,I was really amazed when there was this HBD song comming from that and all of them rushed in with boquets,wishing.I was also surprised to receive a Happy Birth Day mail from my Manager when I opend my mail box(that was automated I guess),he came to me and wished me in personal though.we all then went to our Food court,and had a good brunch of snackees.

Then it was the turn of all my dear friends at IBM including my Almaz mates,to get together for yet another cake cutting event,this was ofcourse followed by bang at my back,Vinil replaced my "Birthday" with "Bumps day" in the morning invitation to all,(the photos says it all!!)I was kicked like anything!!! as if every one was waiting to take revenge for some thing done,the worst one was from Modi fellow,he kicked so hard,that he was limping in pain after that turned famous jetli kick!!!I was really made a butt.Almost 17 members, and they almost got my life out of me.

I knew there were a few more hungry beasts :p waiting for the same at my second home in Modi's room.JV, Srikanth, Raghu, Musham, Aggi, and all other roomies were waiting for me, and this time I knew cutting cake will just be a trivial and mere act and will go in to oblivion as the more important upshot was again Bumps at my back,believe me the beatings which I had earlier are to be said as many muchs lesser when compared to what I had now.God i was gasping for breath,yelling to stop the kicks,I had to hold everything tight for 2 minutes as I could not do anything,The situation was even worse after the 15 minutes of ass kicking,I could not sit.I was literally pleading to stop by falling at their feet to stop!!!! after all that Shoor and hungaama it was like end of Tsunami. We all had good supper together,I hosted a treat to every one,then we played games till mid night,and I went to bed with all those lasting memories of this fantastic day.

HARSH REALITIES

I was born in such a topology. I have always been around muslim friends ...in my neighbourhood,at my school,in playgrounds and every where.I never saw any of them as a different cluster,not as individuals with different perspectives about any thing that I or for that matter any other person had.Sameer, Afzal bhai, Shoaib, Aftab, Afsha and Asma ansari, Mohsin, Abdulla, Faaroq and many of my friends were very dear to me as anyother one was. In no contrast were they known as muslims except by religion,they were normal students or residents or what ever. I still remember all my muslim friends cheering Indian cricket team when they were playing against pakistan in 1996 worldcup semis.Well, I should say that I am proud to be said by them as their friend.They say they are Indians first before being born as a muslim.you can't deny the blood dripping in the nerves with patriotism when you listen to those words.But now,most of the pennings by scribes and the media worldwide specially in the west are portraiting the muslim community as barbarian and ill emotic. I don't find any of the muslims( specially in INDIA) around me with any strong feelings to spread terrorism.We were told that no Indian was part of Al-Qaida and that almost always the leadership of groups responsible for domestic terror came from outer borders may be PoK or stil farther. All that was roughly true. So how come we suddenly find ourselves hemmed in by, as one top official put it, "concentric circles" of terror with in our country. Because as those pronouncements were being made, a quiet radicalisation of a few Muslim minds in non-conflict areas of India has happened and gone unnoticed. And to the point while our intelligence agencies are realising that,and trying to take on the enemy in this global, asymmetric war, the foot soldiers confronting them are young boys from the most unlikely hinterlands of India. What happened here? The easy answer is that frustrated young Muslims are being brainwashed and lured with dollars arranged for, by extreme Wahabi and Salafi groups and passed through agents in Dubai, Doha or Qatar or ISI operatives in Nepal and Bangladesh,making them corrupt with sentimental attachments conflicted in their minds for driving their families. Most of the movies in INDIA too depict the same,but the harsh realities are very much different, in denail to those happy endings which we watch in theaters.their lives lead them no where after finding themselfs trammeled in worst situations.But Still ,there are many Muslims led organisations and helping bodies striving to eradicate the terrorism from its root in INDIA and make this place a happy home for every one to live in,and urging other INDIANS not to look at every musalmaan as a terrorist.That is true.Touchwood!!!. I too want to see the brotherly hood growing among all INDIANS. We are all INDIANS,irrespective of our caste creed,religion or any differences, fighting against all external voids trying for coercion of nationalistic differencess and instilling fear and panic by creating mahem with uncivilian terrorist activities in our counry. I will try my part for sure,long live Indians ........Meera BHARATH mahaan.