Irresponsible Son!!!

This was happened long back. A boy took his journey after holidays at home.

It was a short journey to his way back to the routine daily college life. But that day was a little bit different. He was waiting for a train at the station. The train whistle reaches the ear and observed the crowded people fills the gaps between the seats. With his little cut-out, he could fit to any place and could transform his body to the available space.

An half way journey was over. People on boarding and off boarding ratio seems to be the same. He was almost looks like a statue in his place. But a half an hour later, an old couple boarded to the train. He took a gaze at the old people.

The old man had a plaster on his eye and old lady helped him to find a place for him. She was carrying the reports in her hands. It seems the couple came to the city for an eye check up. They settled near to the place where the guy was standing.

The old lady looks very upset and sharing her grieves to her daughter. The daughter patiently listening to all her words and giving acknowledgements with sounds. The guy over hearing all the conversations and showed a pity for the old couple

The train was half crowded after a couple of stations. He got a place to sit, near the first row. But still it is a short distance to continue to over hear the old lady conversation. The old man too got a place in the seats near to the guy. But still the old lady conversation seems to be un-ending. The guy's mind was running on something, why couldn't government could give some pensions to them? Even if they have pensioned by the government, whether it full filling their needs? His sensitive heart moved one step ahead. I will build one old home for them in future, where they could live happily at their last days.

But before that, he want something to do right now. He sighed to old lady daughter, they can sit in his place. She helped to hold her mother. The guy also stood and helped to make her stand. But the old lady, couldn't. Her legs seems to be weak. She discarded her try and settled down at the same place. And he pulled the guy down and enquired where u were going? He replied to her question. And she started her conversation with the boy. She told about the old man, where he lost his sight and we took the hospital for the eye check-up. They told his eyes needs an operation, which costs a lakhs for it. They had a son, who not about bothered them. She pointed to the lady, she is my daughter and she is the only hope for us now. And she is looking after them. The boy showed pity on them and at the same time he cursed her son. The old lady started crying after sharing to the boy. The boy patiently listened to her words as her daughter did.

The daughter sighed to them to get ready that they need to get down in the next station. The old lady hold the boy chin, and said, "take care of your parents. Never leave them. Don't be like my son".
The final words from the old lady touched the heart.

That boy is present story narrator. This is one of the reason, that provoked to do something for them. There my search has been started. From there, the interest for the social service started.

My Every New Year

The New year's style has changed what I seen before. I just want to scribble the changes I have seen for every new year in my life.

Till 2003: I still remember one of my friend by searching all the roads and finally got me to hand a small greeting card. He is my school mate "Kali". He stuck up in my mind on that day. Unfortunately, I missed that card. Actually he is new to the roads and that too my house is very new. But I am happy that I got a card. And not only in my friends circle, we exchange a couple of cards every year in our family too. Still I have the hard copies and also kept the soft copies for not letting to die in history.

2003 - The year I have completed my school. That was the last year for every one to share and pour love one each other. I have added a couple of cards below. The first one has its own importance, no need to tell about that. For the new readers, the importance is due to its age. As old wine and old friends are always good. This card fits in that way. I am protecting it from 18 years. And all the below cards are from my 2003 batch.

Don't mistake me that all the cards are from girls only, on that year really I got less cards from boys. Its not my mistake too. 

2005 - That is my Intermediate pass-out year. It is almost the age where we hear the ringtones but it is land-line not the mobiles. I could say that the phones over-ride the greeting cards at that time. Literally, we used to it. That age was gone. Even the changes has been crawled in my family too.

* The words died at the receiver's end, I am unable to capture and keep it for safe.

2009 - It is my Engineering pass-out year. There are drastic changes in our wishes. The SMS ruled over those ages. Still, I remember that I loaded with tons of texts in my mobile and sent across over my 100's of contacts.

* Hope I am successful in saving these memories with our handy software. But unable to change into compatible form and show case to you now.

2011 - The carrier networks started charging the huge rates on special days. People went back and tried to call on mobiles. I remember, I thought to call all my buddies to wish, but I didn't find my space to place a call in the bandwidth. However, I ended up with only a few calls. That too, this makes me to selective in the list. No other way to do. Even though we are too improved in Internet, but we are not used to it. May be, it is not accessible to every one, but mobiles chooses it place at that times.

* Badly, the wishes has been decreased along with the people.

2013 - People are very fond on sending wishes on FB and WhatsApp networks now. It is good to reach so many people at the fraction of seconds, but I didn't find the life in it. Lazy people ends with just reading it and some people will reply a forced text "Same to you/Thanks". Nothing more than that.

In this way I have seen a degrade of love on each other, true in hearty wishes, courtesy of people from every new year. But we are changing ourselves to the changes in society. I don't say it is bad, but that love and care is missing in the following years. I will never object for the change outwardly, but I never accept the change in inner truth.

That's all guys, hope it is lengthy, tired of reading, but don't forgot to post your views. 

BOOMER

Just I want to take you back again to my School days......
This one is around with the two people only and it is a small theft my friend has done.

Then what keeps you waiting... read here..

Those are the times and ages for the puzzles completion. My friend is collecting the word a BOOMER. It is a competition conducted by the chocolate company, as they said we need to collect each letter from the company product(each chocolate will have one letter) and need to send them. so, in return we will get a big gift from them.

Me and my friend +raja sekhar started collecting the letters. I have collected two letters and he collected three letters. It is our deal to collect the letter and will share the gift between us. We almost spend all the collected all or money what we have kept. We left around 10 or some change.
              We went to one shop to check our luck with our last coins. We took all the gums chocolate with all our money, but my friend had theft some more gums from the box. And put the gums chocolates in his shirt, as he wear the T-shirt in that day, it is easy for him to through the chocolates in it. But I am not aware of it. Even I don't think about it. But the shop keeper doubted us. He checked all our pockets for the traces. Nothing found and we left the shop.

Later my friend is saying I theft some gums chocolates and put in front of me. Nothing I said. we wrapped all our gums chocolates but we couldn't complete the full word. That is what I remember. But later he completed the full word and no gift we got in return.

It's all about birthday's.

From my 16th B'day to Nov 6th 2004:

I turned the pages of my diary. Those are the days, I started to jotting down the memories. The first a few pages filled with the old fragrance of my tenth mates.

The first few days has gone through like this:

My 16th Birthday:
As usual, my birthday celebrations are always insipid. Due to my mom's conventions, we should not cut/eat the cake in those august month and dad make it so simple. Do you know, till my Engineering, I never cut the cake. The first time I cut the cake is after my engineering. For this, I need to thank my cousin +Venkata Pavan Kanchanapalli. Later I will keep post in detail. But this is my second birthday, which I didn't celebrate. I don't know, why I didn't celebrate. But at that time, we were in full deficit of money due to the new house in my home town. But anyway, it was a nice experience and a few warm wishes from my buddies.

+raja sekhar
He also didn't celebrate that year. I feel very bad about him. He is also in some troubles at that time. We are in the same boat actually.

+Nazia Touseef:
And also those are the days, I started to present the gifts to my friends on their birthdays. Of Course, I hadn't bought any gifts with the money, I made it myself with some old stuff. But I get a gift for her with my money. I don't know, whether she remembers it or not.

+Bhavani Bannu :
I don't know how to make my wishes reach her. But I try my level best to do that. With the friend of mine, I conveyed my wishes to her. Thanks to that girl. +Uma Penmathsa.

Undelivered Letter, actually it was not posted.

It was my intermediate days. I am almost hanging with the friends other than my tenth mates in bus. There was no old rum in that bottle. A new friends came in life and we are on our own way to mingle.

The best part I like in my intermediate is I used to go in the small bus called as Maxi Cab. That specially covers the very small villages and gathers of all such persons in this small bus. we can count the members in a bus. I remember it is 16 members capacity, out of which I used to hang up all the guys, I am very far apart from the gals.

It is a normal day. We are waiting for the cab. Every day it should be in the campus before last bell. But it never on time. And I liked that. It has been another 15 min. Actually I was late from the college. When I reached the college end gate, an old memories stuck in the air. Sulthana and Priya, were in the bus. I don't know the reason why they were in the bus.  But I am happy seeing them. Actually I was excited for two things. Today the new maxi cab take the place of old one due to some engine problem. And the new cab fills with the old friends is the super excited one.

I hanged up with the cab mates for the some time and reached old friends. we conversed for some time. I didn't remember the conversations. But in some where of the part of the conversation, there is a discussion about a Letter, sent by Koppaka/Sulthana to Madhu or vice-versa. Really, I didn't remember. But finally I have the address of Madhu in my hand.

I determined to write a post(letter) once in my life time. Actually my sister was inspiration for that. And I read in some papers the friendship bonding's in letters. I tried to start a letter on one fine day to Madhu. It completed successfully. I scribbled normal conversation, as it is a first letter.

But still I donno the reason why I haven't posted that letter to Madhu. But it is a good memory to share now. This is my gift for her birthday.

"HAPPY BIRTH DAY MADHURI".

Sri Rama Navami

It's one of my favorite holy-day in the list. It is not because of its divine, but on this day, we all the family members meet in our grandi' town. Every year, its our mundane, to gather at "Moturu".

We gather at the place by early morning. Neatly dressed after the head bath's. We all will ready by before noon. Actually we have plenty of time before the Seetha Raman Kalyanam starts in the temple. There is one custom in our home town that after the Talambrahalu session has completed in the Bhadrachalam, we need to start the kalyanam in temple of the Moturu. It is after the famous temple Bhadrachalam, usually called as "Apara Bhadradri".

The town is so devoted to the Lord Sri Rama. Every year has adding new colors to the occasion. The Kalyanam starts at the noon and lasts for at least 3 hours.

We, kids, usually completes our darshanam and return to the Home by Lunch time. The elder one of the kids will serve first the other people and finally we serves them back. Actually in our family, girls are the elder ones. we survived. hehehe. Just kidding. Anyway, we love each other.

It is the best part of this day now. The only day, we, kids, ask our parents for money with a little pride. We will collect the amount to spend on that day. As it is a giant family, we have a good collection. I think, we got around 150 per head at that time. We handed all over the money to the elder kid and they lead us to the "Theertham", it is a market where playing items sold.

We have some set of items we usually go every year.... like Rangula Ratnam(giant wheel), Ice-creams, Shooting and finally our common gift to present to our grandi. We often spend little on the toys. But we never missed out the gift to our grandi.

Finally we close our day by handing the gift. Later we packed to move our ways back.

But we grown up and moved to different places. Still, I love to go there on this day, wherever I am, as I little blessed than other. Any way, I hope those days will come back again.

Dear cousin's, I want to meet to you soon and I need your love to pour on me.  
    

It's End...

I have enough memories to share with you all. I have successfully shared my love/care/friendship/my doubts/my feelings about you(school mates) in these (old) posts. Hope it never hurt anybody. If it so, I am sorry.

Truly speaking, I was never lucky to extent my deep friendship with you while our schooling. Basically, my life has designed like that. But after 6 years, He only given a chance to replenish my best relations with get2gather party. At least some of them me know as a good friend. Hehehehe.

At last, an ordinary friend gained some place in your hearts. Hope you people gave a good room for me. Hmmm.. My only wish is, just I wanna be with you forever. Never hesitate to call me and share the experiences. I am always welcome to pick your call. Appreciate for the mails or messages.

I would like to continue these relations for the coming days. See how idiotic/sentimental I am.

Now you may have a doubt, why this guy saying good bye messages now. Since from so many days I have been struggling whether I need to move further. But life is like we need to take on what we have.Coming to the point, my part with you was completed. I have shared enough things which I remembered. Now I need to move my another part.

And from now, my posts will move further with my intermediate fellows. But the good news is, some of them have been there with me after my schooling. Hope, this is the best thing for me.

See you in further pages. And you are good hear my further posts.

Nagabhushanam Nukala

Same Day - The Bad News followed by a Good News.

Dated - Feb 14, 2012

May be, this day fills some of the hearts with a joy, but for me, it’s just a "Black Day". It was the same day for me in routine, I just woke up as usual. This single heart does not seem for a special one for its (special) day. Because, I was happy for some other thing, my next step in my career is on the building stage. All the rounds were completed for the new company and I am eagerly waiting for their acceptance. The final round has also been completed.

Even though I went to the Office, my mind is spinning with the positive and negative thoughts; my eyes are searching for the reply mail from the company, my ears are waiting for their call. Later, my patience got dried as time runs on its track.

The time almost got ticked to 5 pm. I am in a hurry on the way to home. I left office before than usual.

All of a sudden, My Mobile is roaring in the pockets. The letters DAD alerted me. But he conveyed me with the bad news “Nanamma Chanipoyindhira”,(which happened around 5:30 pm). The mind has stopped working as it hit with a shock. Really it’s a bad news for me. I can’t explain here my grief. I have no words to speak. I have no air to breath.

Those two words got stuck, which are unable to escape from my mind. With the same mind, I started to my Home Town.

I got a call from my Dad today at the same time(5.30 pm), we remembered this day. How would we forget?

Later one or more days, I got a good news, “I am Selected”. But in the appointment letter, the day of acceptance was on 14th Feb, that same day. Actually, it was delayed by 2 days.

Even after changing to the new place, those memories surrounded my brain. It never left me alone, the alone bought the memories, grief and little drops from my eyes.

Hero by Night

               12 years of my schooling never carved a mark about me. Even, I didn’t make a mark too. But in the time crossways, I stood as a Hero before them. I want to compare my position with a small story. Of Course, we already heard this story in our Intermediate. But I want to narrate myself in my words.

                A small boy living in a small town, who is very fear about the dark. Every day, he sleeps beside his mother. But there is one day, where he needs to sleep alone. The author narrated well about his feelings for every second he spent in the dark. But at the end of the story, a thief entered into his house, mistakenly, our small boy caught the thief. But intentionally, he didn’t catch the thief; he was feared about the shadow behind the window. It went for peak when the thief entered into the house. When almost the thief reached his bed, he just jumps and bites him. But on the next day, he became hero as he caught the notorious criminal.

                Same as the small boy, I crowned as a Hero in front of my pals after the first get2gather. Even though, the idea was aroused from me & Suresh, the success behind the first get2gether, (Of course, everything we scheduled) has to be shared with each and every-one. Because, every one was part of them for its success. And, Of course, after that I am promising my position as stable because of only one of my attribute, i.e., my love towards them that keeps contact with them. That is helped for the later successful get2gathers.

                 And at the same time, this span of get2gathers, I am arousing newly every time and all my positives and negatives are getting listed in my mind, i.e., all about myself. But, my only question to all(Tenth mates) is "Does it creating love/care on me or to my position?". Because, every time, I am standing as a Manager(as you call) and at the same time, I am losing myself, my personal identity. I can explain in a small example, people ask me, they put a word on me, "gather our friends for my marriage". Finally, this little confusion digging in my mind from so many days...!!!!!!

                 

Success

Am I finally succeed? Are you satisfied? Same question, if someone posed to you, when you are drawing a few thousand bucks from your card monthly and spending 12 hours daily in front of a system, doing some scrap work. What is your answer or at least self check by yourself?

But I have faced both, one after the other. I didn't understand what I need to say when the same thing posed by my Big B? Its a war between a dream and its success.

Here we go.....

I remember one saying from my childhood. Now it screwing up my mind and make me sleepless from the past a few days.

"Set a Goal. Strive for Success"

At that time, I didn't ask a question what is 'Success'. If somebody asks me now, I can't tell. Because, I never dream about my goal. Now it is a time to set a goal for me. Not only for me, for every one. I am sharing you my experience that was happened a few days back.

I stayed late before the day in Office till 2 pm midnight. It is hard for me to recuperate the next day with the same energy I have the day before. I am late for the day, skipped the sun rise. Now I am in a hurry, to start to my office. Just when about to start, I had a call. He is 'Future' side of mine.

Just we spoke for nearly one and half hour. Later I self checked "what is my Goal?". Its screwing my mind after that conversation. Yes, probably, I have some set of goals either short or long but I never take it serious. Yes, I don't have a FIRE. But badly, I am a person of fate believer. If I come across the chance, I will never lose it. I try my better part of me and left the result for the Fate. But, after the conversion in the call, I need to re-arrange the setting parts of my mind.

But finally I am asking one small favor from my Big B. Yes, I have a FIRE. But it is not helping me to reach my dreams. Please spill out some oil, to catch my dreams. I need an equivalent amount that how much care(you have) on me.

Money Vs Relations

Its a long break after my busy days. Yesterday, I had find some time in watching a movie. Somewhere in my mind, the scenes got stuck and were repeating without stop button. As usual, the other face came from me, and wrote following tag.

"Dad never taught me how to make money, but only how to make relations"

I know that, I came up, not from a well rich family. As said, a middle class, where every expense of penny should have a thought before spending it. A compromised spending. But I am lucky, dad never draw us to go in a hurdle way (for money). I never feel like I need to make a money. Still, I am not interested to make a money and frankly, I don't know how to make it. I know only, how not to spend unwise.

And relations, he(dad) is good at keeping the relations. A good guider and well take carer. But still I don't know why people will involve my dad in only hard situations, not in happy situations. May be due to his attributes.  Badly, I took the inheritance from my dad, in making the relations. As his life leading, my life following the same path. I am very much interested in relations. After all, I don't understand these relationships, how will make it up stronger and its binding with the money and needs. Because, I am good at only making quick relations, not long relations, as I can't entertain the people for long. I have no words after some days.

Gone is Gone. But, I just forecast my life, simulated with 'Money' and 'Relations(real)'. How I would be in coming years?

Its blank.

I am just waiting for someone to change up my mind. Otherwise, my life is blank, no doubt.

Night Outs..!!!

It's not an engineering night outs. But we had started the night outs, at the age of the 14, not for the studies, but tag has the name"Night Outs". I can surely say, out of my 14 years of schooling, I had spent most happily in those last a few days of schooling.

Hmm....Let me not in brief,

From where I have to start, yes, I am starting with the evening study hours. Actually the school final bell rang at the evening 4:30. After that we have a time of an hour or more for refreshment and the night study hours will start at the 6pm. There starts our "blabbering" of our home works. I remember we have a dairy of 6 columns of the each subject and engraved with the today's tasks. We need to clean up all the things and have a sign off of each subjects from the "Evening Instructor". Of Course, big head peoples will complete by 7:30 pm but for the guys like half - head like me, takes some more time. At last, we need to complete our assignments, mostly and hardly before 9pm. Later leave to the home.

But I didn't remember when I had started these "Night outs". But the same smell of school would hit the nose, with a gap of another one hour. There we starts....

Mostly we come here to play the games, the power encourages us, to go for mad. We play different types of games. The darker the night, the deeper the game. I remember, at that time, I used to carry one torch light powered with 3 AA batteries. Actually dad insisted me, to use for a way in the dark road, but we re-used to catch the thieves in the THIEF-POLICE game. Mostly hostelers were the partners in the game. A part of them, Srinu, Sugosh, Firoz, Rameez, Srikanth were the outsiders of school and insiders to the game. Apologies, If I missed any one.

And suddenly we had started one sort of wrestling games. I mostly partnered with Kishore. Still, my ear have those words, "Ee Nag'gadu kanapadadu gani, veedi daggara chala balam undira" in an prudish child manner. Another pair, if I remember, Srinu and Sugosh, one more pair with Rameez, but I didn't remember his opponent.

And since my years of schooling, I have a bond with the hostelers in sharing the home food. I remember, the batch includes Kasi, Murali and some others. And another person who spendthrifts money on food is Suresh. Badly, I never remembered whether I had shared with him or not, taking the biased one to my side.

Those were my most unforgettable days @ Night outs that will never get out of my mind.

"I"... "Luv"... "U"

"I Luv U".....

These five letter word fire the hearts of the youth and it is born for Sacrifice. This is all, I have experienced from my past 25 years. So many love-birds, some got shredded and some got shattered with no peck, finally, I can count those successful sacrificed pairs. On the other face, Some feel it as burden, some people enjoy their relationships, whatever may be, I am not in that line.

That is all I left, my nostalgic feeling. But, I am not interested in "Love" surely. I mean, I don't like that cross-way or I don't know how to reach that road. Frankly, I'm not from such environment, its insipid for me.

Hmmm.... In real, this is not, I want to say.....

I had wrote so many quotes and tags, all are related my "longing" feeling. But, generally people felt that I am failure in Love. Actually my intention is, I am just giving a form to my THOUGHTS not "feelings" (in words). That doesn't mean, I failed in something. I write in general. I think, the problem is in understanding. Let take an example "I Love You". I wrote this word keeping in mind, "you" as ALL. But you will understand as "Someone". There is the problem, You ask what happened? or who is She? I have no answers for that. Or I will reply as "Feelings have no Reasons". Nice Escape.

Finally, I am done. I had my view and expressed now.

Still, I am bit confusing, between my "longing" and "practicality". But I don't care. I am ready to move forward what HE wants to put in my life with a patience.

For Your Information,

You can find my quotes in the following blog.

http://inceptionsinmylife.blogspot.com/

Me and My "Longing" feeling....!!!

Though, I had given the name "This is I'm" to my blog and tried to start to post, what I am. But in the middle of my posts, I am totally deviated and the posts were composed of my memories. It happened deliberately. I am not blaming myself, that I done a mistake.... because I am composed of only experiences and it impacts...!!! That's all I have..!!

But in practical, I should leave my feelings like Longing, Pining or "Viraham" as my 'Big B' said. But I am not aware of how to get of this. Because, the feelings spread all over my body not in some parts of my brain. See, still I am in the same mood. This kind of nostalgic about my beloved ones never leaving me.

OK.. whatever may be..!! I am here to share some interesting facts about me and 'things' which I got hereditary.

It was happened a few days ago, I am in a call with my Big B.......

I never know, I can inscribe my feelings in words. There is no way for expecting a root, because my dad is not educated. You may ask, the art may come in middle. But I never used to write these things. But, after the call I came to know that I had taken this attributes from my grand father. Even, the feeling of "viraham" also took from my Grand Father. He was also a great writer in expressing his feelings and ever floats in a feeling of longing. Finally the root for my feelings is known. So, there is no blame upon me. It was inherited from my fore fathers. So, don't put a blame on me from now. 

But taken into reality, I should not be like this. As my Bro said, I am trying to get out of it. Trying to live in practicality. The only thing I am doing this, by keeping my mind busy with other things rather than this nostalgic feelings.

But sorry for this time, unless I prepare my mind to it, I can't help to get this writer out. 

First Overseas.....not seas, may be "places"

Since my childhood, I like travels. Of Course, still it is. But, one of the best, popping out now from my mind is a trip to "Science Fair", scheduled in Tadepalligudem for 3 days. It is best to say as my first from schooling.

Actually, still to the end, I am out of box. I had never expected, I'll be in. But, It happened......

2003, 'Fall' Starts.....

Everybody is rushy. Spending only a half day in a school. We are not busy in preparing exams. We are innovating something to show for the presentation. Of course, it would be a mistake without reminding him for starting this conversation. He is Arvind Sir, our mentor, NS teacher. He is leading the groups. At last, he divided into 5 groups. Siva Sravani and Naga Lakshmi; Sudheer and Me; Swamy and Karthick; Kishore and Sameer and Swathi and Madhuri.

But initially it was not 5 groups. There is every where scattering of persons, where I am out of box there. I am just a helper in making the required things. We spent half our days of a month in preparing the things and remaining for our studies. Almost done, we came up with 5 things. Everything and everyone fits for the 4 groups. Almost at the last, the partner for the Sudheer raised his both of the hands. There I am predecessor of some one. Finally I am in. But the thing is, I didn't remember the guy for whom I had been replaced.

It is my first place where I had spent for the first time somewhere a miles away from my home, Somewhere which wouldn't be like a home. But first is first.

Day 1: I scared of the buildings, which not yet completed, only seeing a pillars at the edges like a skeleton for a future building. They allotted room for us. Separate for boys and girls. Just we took a rest for a day.

Day 2: Setting up our equipments at the allotted stall. For us, its not a big deal. Sorry, I didn't say about my project right?? It is a natural pesticide, called Vermi Culture. Hardly, an aquarium containing the vermi's and some natural things. Its not related to technical too. For us the good thing is, another batch(Naga Lakshmi and Siva Sravani) got a place next to us.

First day, I hope we did nothing. Some of small kids came(Of Course, I too) and see the stall and goes. Nobody dared to ask about it nor amused for the vermi culture.

Day 3 : Kids are coming to our stalls. Not for the vermi culture, we add an enticing thing besides our huge box, a fish tank with a set of Red Gold Fish. It created an enthusiasm why they kept this tank.

I hope we did good for today. At Nights, they arranged programs for entertainment.

Day 4 : Nothing bad. And it is the final day and best project will be announced. I never hope, we would stand in first place. Same as hoped.

But these are not the memories.... Just, I sketched the situation for you.

Here they are..... I am not good at English, I know that. But I need to skip myself. Of Course, until my partner is there, I have no problem. But there is a time, I'll be alone. What I need to do then? Ran away Or try some how to manage. But the second thing doesn't fit for me. Hardly, I managed for one day after I catches some words from my partner. In every time, I just say to Siva Sravani, to keep an eye on our stall.


And we spend the days hardly in in-completed Buildings. No necessary needs. No good food. Not even a water to drink when need. And after all, it is winter. The only best part is we sat together(boys and girls) at Lunch and Dinner; entertainment refreshments at the nights. And a simple walk after the dinner. Later, we just leave our way to rooms. And for me, I mean most of the time, I spend with music, from a walk-man gadget of Madhuri's.

But the co-incidence is, after my first counseling of Engineering, I got the seat in the same college. Until now, I don't know the name of it. It is SASI ENGINEERING COLLGE. But, later, I changed to another college from the last counseling.

That is my first overseas.....

My first b'day wish to a girl (through a phone)

Those were the times for me to make a call for the friends through Landlines. It would be a silly now but we had crossed it. Because, we are blessed as a witness for the prosperity of Tele Communications. A 1x1 sq-feet box covering a place in everyone's house to 6 inch covered in every one's hand.

And for a girl, it is not simple as to share the numbers with the boys compared to girls. Unless, if they have a freedom in their own house. But in those olden days, we have a friend, like even we can went to her house. As said, these words will be jovial but make it grant "Olden Days".

Here is the situation,

I didn't remember how I got her Land-line number, but it was the same day just rewind-ed back to 9 years. Time is about going to tick 9'o clock in the morning. I was utterly nervous. Even, I didn't find this nervousness for seeing my 10th class results. There were two guys in the race. Me and Srini. We had a deal, that we would call exactly by 9'o clock to her. I dialed the number which has 5 digits. Yes, previously we have 5 digits only. Later they added prefix '2'. That's why land line number contains 11 digits(with STD code).

I didn't know whether she picked for the first time itself. But we were in a call. Just said a wish "Happy Birthday" and a few more conclusions and confirmations. Hang down. That's it. I had done. Yes, really, I had done. But the thing is, my partner already wished before I called her. I lose the race.

No Problem, May be I lose, but this was engraved in my memory as "My first b'day wish to a girl through a phone". Of Course, from a Land line. Even, I got my mobile in 2007. This was happened in 2003.

Actually, I am not trying to wish her in this way. Just I want to memorize my first wish to her. 

A Haunting Memory

I exhausted as of now. That's all the memories I have with the people(School Mates). May be, it was few. But those were sweet. Hope I can share more, when those days are fished at any instant in my mind.

One thing I need to say, may be you(other than school mates) are jealous, the people that I love the most in this world are my tenth mates. Because they are my first crush. I never forget them and I never draw back my relation with them. But till end of my life, a regret will carry with me i.e., Missing Our Tenth Farewell. Do you know how I missed? I am sleeping at that time. Don't blame me, I have a reason. Actually the Farewell planned just one day before of our School Anniversary. Till the evening we dipped in the decorations to recuperate the glow of our school. I am almost tired by the evening. But I have a confidence I can manage myself. Because I don't want to miss those sweet days and its memories. I reached home at 6 in the evening. I don't know whether it was destiny, I am sleepy and ask my mom "wake me up in one hour. I need to go".  Just opened my eyes. The party starts at 7pm. Now the clock ticking at 9pm. I just cried. I missed.

We are not aware of cellphones in those days. No chance to call and ask. Just cursed my mom. Lately she said "I never disturb the sleeping people". The anger reached peek while listening those words. But the worse news is "The party started at 9 pm". Later I came to know, it was destiny.

I just cry, while seeing these photograph. I am not part of those memory. I know I am sentimental, but I am less often be placed in photographs. In those some, I missed the important one. That's my grieve. 

Three Sisters...!!!

"India is my country and all Indians are my brothers and sisters.

I love my country and I am proud of its rich and varied heritage.

I shall always strive to be worthy of it.

I shall give my parents, teachers and elders respect and treat everyone with courtesy.

To my country and my people, I pledge my devotion. In their well being and prosperity alone, lies my happiness."

We used to say this pledge everyday in our school prayer. We often call each other as brothers and sisters in our class. Hey, what am I saying? why did I start this post?? Oh...OK. Here it is. I need to introduce a few people.. sorry "CHEKKA's" to you. Don't embarrass for the word. I will explain you later.

I never expect that these three friends come in my life. Each having their uniqueness. One of them, will look same as me. You may doubt that are you brother and sister? Even, some of my teachers ask us the same. The second is the sweet and short younger sister(CHELLI). No doubt, I can call her a little sister. Another one is the tall and stout one. Obviously elder sister(AKKA).

They often come and go in groups. Inseparable bonds between them. So, I used to tease them as CHEKKA's - Pick the First Letter from the word CHELLI and Second letter from the word AKKA. and make it as CHEKKA's. What a creativity, right??. They didn't stay calm for my teasing. They call me as THOKKA, name coined by younger sister. 

I was memorizing those days. It's night study hours. Before the power is up, we boys and gals sat separately and busy in completing that days work. Sometimes, the power will down and we manage under the candle lights. At the time, these three sat together and one fellow will add in the group, he is Suresh and later this blogger will make the count as five. Don't take it as negative, when I am starting to cope-up with them, they stop murmuring and stop their secrets. Never bothered. Of Course, later I came to know that secrets. In the life crossways, each hold their positions on own. Now, I missed them. To be frank, even for the not serious, I called them as SISTER's. But none after them.

Today is my younger Chekka's birthday. 

"Happy Birthday" to you ra. It dedicates to you Deepika.

 Those three are Divya, Deepika and Siva Sravani.

What I cant is...!!

"I am a boring personality. I cant deliver the punching-lines. I cant make you smile. I cant show you my care/love as I am emotionless. Shortly, I didn't deserve for..........."

I am 24 now. I gained millions of experiences in my life. But still, I didn't learn some things in my life. So many Cant's had left in my life. Probably, it is my intention that I want you know about me. Mention: ABOUT ME.

I know the perception changes for every individual. What you may love, others can't. But He left some people with the same tastes to become friends. And He made a stage for everyone. What the truth is,  I didn't showed well my part on that stage. Sadly, My School Life is one of those stage. I didn't marked myself, I led a stranger role till my 9th standard. Of Course, Surroundings/Living place is the main culprit. But suddenly, I stood in between the rankers. Placed at 6th. As a student, I made a mark "A Benevolent Guy". But, after my secondary, just checked myself, does anyone stood behind me(to share, to care, to love). No one.

Intermediate - Thank God, I have my tenth mate besides me. But I didn't entertain him. We are not of the same shoes. My fault is 90%. In that short duration, I didn't make other friends too. I am insipid.

Graduation - When the brain got the ages, I have a strong belief, I am in-born Introvert. I tried to maintain that attribute. But at last, I found some people as friends, who aren't my type.

Now I figured out, the fault is in me. My Expectations. I need a friend who calls me on one day and ask sole fully about me. Mention, Only about me. Of Course, I welcome for their needs/expectations, but this is not what I am expecting from my side. OK. Have an example, after so many years, one of my friend called me, asked for others number and hang down the phone. That's it. Am I Telephone Directory?? After that, I stopped collecting friends' numbers. I don't need the friends like them. But what the bitter truth is "Real is always one step down of our expectations". So, this is my curse.

So, what I cant is a normal "friendship". Mentioned in the first lines are my weakness.

An interesting geek, my small Grand Fa..!!

        
       Can you make a Cupboard with the pile of match boxes??
       Can you make a productive things from the unused ones???


           God doesn't give all the capabilities to all of them. Some persons are blessed by birth. He is one of those kind. He is my small Grand Fa., a disability person with an utmost intelligence.


           He died, when I was 14. I still remember him, his works, his words and some memories with him. Just some of those bunch for you. Its our playful days in our home town(Moturu), busy with our games of world. Suddenly, my second elder sister came in a split second and asked us "Does any one dropped this Rs. 100/- note?". We said, "hmmm-huuuuuuuuu". Of course, it is not our deal. And to be frank, we are not fond of money at the age, but for games. we are busy with the rounding turns in the game. After that we came to know that Rs. 100/-  doesn't belong to none. How come? Here it is?


           Its a grand work of my small Grand Fa. He checked how many members will trap for his bait, to get the weak personalities. But no one trapped. Whatever may be, it got stick around in my mind. Finding the right ones? That inspired me. Some times, I play tricks to test the pals. But I got the negative repercussions, but i'm satisfied with the results. In this sense, I am weird, got from my grand fa.


             He is also a good player of 9 pics game(we call it as DADDY game). He is a versatile game player. We kids always tries to compete with him (in the game). But we never won. On one of the fine good day, I am about in the last step to conquer him. Just two more intellectual moves can close the game(as per me). I am trying to figure out the best moves that I can make. But I am as much serious as Viswanathan Anand at that time about my moves. Suddenly, the master(Grand Fa) gave up. I won. Yes. I won. That's my first ever victory. Its a miracle. I think, we next played a couple of games, some he gave up, more I lost.


           He always used the things in a well productive way. He made a cup board with the use of match boxes. He is an ambidextrous. He is one of my those inspiring ones.


          One more memory I can remember, once we all went to our mango farms in summer. It is around 60- 70 kms from our home town. we started after the midnight in a tractor, and traveled for a first miles which I can remember later I slept and got up when there are a few miles to reach the destination. Our task is to pluck the mangoes and rode to our home town. That is the first best journey with him, I remember.