Pic n Move

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Good Old Days ( The last time I took studies seriously , 2002-2004)

Engineer (2008), At least something to show off

Kirkit... Man I love the game :)

Inspirations@Work


That day I became the baby sitter for 2 hours

The Buck Stops Here


Apna Chhotu :)


Deepavali @ Nafees Manjil , Hyd

A Quiver Full of Arrows

Objects in the picture are slimmer than they appear :)

Shadows In The Mirror

I talk in my sleep No doubt!
I am crazy ,nuts and insane
Something within me grows deep
Grasping and breathless
A little dishonest,promises to break.

In the day,you hide,busy, getting on with your life
And I stay Silent, waiting for the night
And then comes my chance
You talk, just as I like…and I reply,
To the thoughts-To the sleeper At my side!

In my sleep I make believes play
I pretend I am many things
The love ,the feel and a little rage!
In my dream when I see you,
Like always there is a rush of a beautiful life!

November Rain

I consider Mondays specially unpleasant in the calender, after the delicious freedom of Saturday and Sunday.By the way this weekend was something special.Though I slept for the scheduled 30 hrs ,the rest 18 hours were really eventful.we got the new DTH and broadband connection.I fell in love with Katrina Kaif again.And there was that wonderful evening with one of the master story tellers of our times at the Landmark store , Lord Jeffry Archer.But what interested me the most was the walk I took from office to home on Saturday evening.I wish I could rewind to that time again.

No doubt I stayed awake the whole Friday night and slept the whole next morning.Late afternoon I came to office, did some so called "pending tasks" and left before my inner self could start protesting.I prefered walking back as the weather seemed quite fine and cosy.

The shiny long winding road by KBR park is a nice treat to eyes.I saw a lot of pretty faces around.There was dew in the air.The atmosphere was grey and translucent.I could feel the breeze and smell the incoming rain.And suddenly there was a flash of lightening & the drumbeat of the rumbling clouds declared the arrival of a downpour.People started running for shelter.I grinned.I love the cold November rains.

So the sky broke into a passionate rain and began falling in torrents.The rain drops glittered as they stuck the sodden ground.I was watching the narrow channels of water formed by the roadside under the trees and followed them unless they submerged with one another to form a small stream. There were drops of water falling from my hair on my face. I have always enjoyed getting drenched in rain and it was one of those rare chances again .A light breeze played about the boughs & scattered stray leaves on the gliding stream below.I started walking along side the stream .Odd pieces of paper,leaves and sticks floated by .The wind blew in gusts, curving the fall of the rain. I found a point where the waters were swirling round and round in eddies.I inserted my finger in the center and tried to feel the flow.Gradually the stream disappeared round a bend at the end of the street.

It was past sunset and there was a soft red on west.It was growing darker by the moment.The rain thinned to a drizzle & the breeze played gently through the trees. The clouds were rolling back.There was a mild,balmy and delicious freshness in the air.The whole earth and sky became dark as a mass of smoke.That darkness at six o'clock was an event,romantic,to be remembered.

I thought of her, smiled and headed for home. My body was shivering in cold, but my heart was warm. A nerve of memory was touched. A day had just passed.

Ekanta ra Samikarana

kichi bhul ra punarabruti
Eka dirgha niswasa

Kichi shruti kichi pratishruti
Sampurna nirabata kichi ta sunyata
Rati ra andhakara re hajijibara iccha
kichi micha tike sata tike aswasana
kichi bastabikata besi chhalana
ekanta ku chupchap sahijibara puruna anubhuti

Eka aparichita nataka re nayaka ra bhumika
nirmana ra moha , dhwansa paijibara bhaya
jitibara akarshana , haribara ashanka
prathama barsha re bhijibara ananda
Kaha akhira marichika re budi jibara anubhaba
chuna chuna hasa ra sitalata , topaye luha ra usmata

Antardwanda re nijaku harei basibara bhaya
Pratarana ra khela re muhan muhin habara sahasa
Nijaku bhrama re rakhibara biphala chesta
Kichi haji jaithiba kshana ra artanada
Eka parajita atma ra niraba pralapa
Samaya ra samapti , antakarana ra subharambha

Marichika ra chakrabuyha ru mukti ra sandhana
aganita prasna ra mayajala re uttara khojibara prayasa
Abhula atita, asamahita bhabisyata
Bhanga goda re thia habara pratikhya
Puni eka nistabhda rati re swapna ra amantrana
Puni eka sabdahina kahani ra janma

kichi bhul ra pryaschita
Eka dirgha niswasa

Dreamer

Its 3.30am.early morning.I am still awake.Don't know why.No reasons.I never feel like sleeping at the usual hours humans do.But i love watching people sleep. So people doubt if i see dreams or i am getting void of them. I confirm , i m a dreamer.

I dream a lot about future.Open eyes.Closed eyes. I dream of my village.There are ponds with fishes and trees with beautiful parrots . Birds who hum all the popular tunes of the day.Brighter days & darker nights.Fading stars,lanterns , radios & long black umbrellas .The autumn breeze.The falling leaves .The morning fog.Her whispers.Thousand expressions in those twinkling eyes.Love. Happiness ,serene and gracious. My world is a pleasant place and it wears one of its pleasantest aspects each time.I smile in my sleep.Must be very cute when i do so.

In reality ,I face people everyday.The likes of genuine unrest inducers.People who create more history that they can consume .I discuss the weaknesses of the world with the totally uninterested ones.I stay quite when she expects me to talk.I build virtual networks and plant isolation in between them.I walk the deserted roads at midnight,whistle to some self-composed tune and talk to myself.I become high and low and everything in between. I quarrel with 6 months old kayush over phone.Try to decrypt the sounds he makes and make my own interpretations.I give myself a lot of benefits of doubt.I make fun of danda & share my dreams with him.Its life. But its interesting.

I even think of an alternate future. A villa at Florence.Alone in the hills,far away from the crowd . The Villa "Sub-Rosa" would sound rather quaint and picturesque.And i suppose i must have a hobby.like..strawberry farming!! or something like wolf-hunting or may be marine research or say kite-flying.I will own a vespa to ride through the winding hilly roads.From my balcony will watch the sun setting behind the cold mountains while the gramophone plays Stevie wonders. Then there will be the black skies , the lightening all around & the cold winds.The first drop of rain falling on my face. Eyes closed , memory erased.Just peace of heart.

They say happiness is relative.For me its becoming absolute.No reference point.I have developed a tolerant feeling of indifference within myself.Someday I might want to trade my happiness.Someday I will come across a really safe thing, a bet that simply can't go astray.Then i shall put it up for all i am worth or rather for a good deal more than i m worth if anybody sold me up to the last button.

And it would be really awkward if it din't happen to come off.

Shaken & Stirred

Miles of magic
Scandals on the lips
Plain temptation
And imagination
Vodka
Is there more on his mind?

Smiles of magic
Her eyes
Black Magic
Divinity
Vodka
Is there more on his mind?

Times of magic
Sky changed color
sunshine blue
cloudy black
He may have vodka
And rain, soon
Is there more on his mind?

F is the new S

"kifmat hi kharab hai fali"..
-- Charlie , Kaminey (2009)

I will never regret waiting for 1 hour for a transport to get back to my house at 1 a.m. on the deserted Lakdi Ka Pool stand last Sunday. Why ? 'Coz I was was still in a state of fuzz and feeling something "fexy" about the last 3 hours i spent in the talkie , yeah..i was totally amazed and captivated. I am a big Tarantino fan And I want to tell you Mr Tarantino , This is the brave new Bollywood.

No , this ain't any review . I don't want people to go to the movie with a pre-notion or expectations. Walk in with an empty mind ( but should be a working one :P) . I still can't work out why this movie works. It doesn't have cheap comedy , lavish sets or a teen-flavor , but everyone loves it. The main thing it has is us...as the real people , our mean sides . It makes you laugh amidst the ugliness of violence in perhaps India's first real dark comedy ( "Jane bhi do Yaaron" was another genuine attempt though ). The last shot , in which the characters walk with bullets flying all around reminded me of something . With violence all around you, you sense innocence caught in the crossfire . And finally you come away with a great sense of the pointlessness of it all. Many stories told separately and finally come together in a great revelation..discovering the "kamina" in ourselves.

They are taking chances and winning. It was Dev D . Now its Kaminey .The new age directors. Hats off :).

Drag me to hell

hii...
hello..howz u ?
m fine.. hey do u know wats the difference between a Samurai and a ninja ?
nah..not really..All i know is Samurai is a clan of royal guards & ninja is a clan of assassins.
not assassins alone..ninjas are spies also. :)
ok cool..but y u asked ?
JLT. so u say ..how was ur match ?
Dont ask :P. he he. We lost. Even after making 160 runs in 20 overs..
ok..how many did u score?
only 6..but my strikes rate was 200..i came for batting in 20th over with 3 balls to go.
Interesting situation .. u were left wth only 3 balls :p.
U r sick :).
hmmmm..
hmmmmmmmmmm...
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..
ok chuck it..so say smthing else ??
tell me why do we live this life?
hmm..I don't live.. I just exist & I exist to continue my existence. y do u live ?
To feel. hmmm.. you can never know it. but it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.
Wow..I am touched. :p
m not finished.. Seriously..u never feel ?
Does that matter ..Atleast for now ?
ok I wont ask..btw jammy is back to team. m so happy..i just love him.
Cool..he is a classy batsman..and i think he can take the full middle order responsibility.
u r so boring.
Thanks :) . but i dont want to entertain u.
no but i m feeling pretty boring now..can u sing a song for me !!!
R u crazy ? i never sing to galz.Why dont u go and watch some movie .. Did u watch kaminey ?
yeah..I saw ur pic :p. The plex was houseful . but i took the chhota fortcut :P. Got 3 tickets in black for 500 bucks.
yeah..Even i saw it in black.but it was worth the money.Very very fexy :).
y dont u do some exercise and have a body like fahid kapoor ? .. he is so dafing .
ok..Enough now. I can't take more "ph"s. And i think m fit and fine. And i can think about that kinda figure if sumbdy can offer me 1 crore for it.how much does ur dad hav ?
We are poor ppl yaar ..I am always forced to fly in economy class ..Dad is very kanjoos.
So anything else u watched ? U hav anything to recommend me for this week ?
Hmm..yeah 2 3 new flicks. But u wont like..they r more like girly movies. Confessions of a shopaholic .do u like horror movies ? thn check out the movie "drag me to hell". sam raimi.Its awefome .
ok will try. Anyways i m signing off. ll call u tonite. And plz meri maa..remove that jai ho caller tune. I m tired of it. plzzzz..
will try :p . take care & miss me :).
ok i ll :). Bye .tc.

The Hangover

Its 2.30 am & I cannot sleep (-> implies that I m going to get up late for work).I have been watching the tube till late, gotta break the habit. So I am in a preacher’s mood today . I don’t know if this blog makes sense but a boozer will understand what I am talking about. After all Bevda-Bevda Bhai-Bhai :D.

I would like to announce "Let the bottle be uncapped".

Hmmm ..Romanov Red (Shilpa Shetty on the poster not on the bottle yet) .Its not my regular brand but I m trying it out of the novelty factor, something new, let’s try it out, maybe it will send me to heaven and back. And to remind you all , I have never hit a low point in my boozing career i.e. puking after drinks. I don't want to die choked on my own vomit, like Bon Scott of AC/DC, that scares me a lot.

So from now on, I am going to resist temptation to overdose on ETOH(c2h5-oh) or ethyl alcohol. 180 ml is the new magical figure, quarter, pauva, or nip, depends on what you call it. How did people arrive at a certain dose of alcohol? May be our forefathers experimented, I mean in the last 100 to 200 years before arriving at the magical figure of 180. Did they like booze the last night and measured it, and they found that they could still manage accounts the next day without having a hangover. 180 signifies many things, 180 degrees makes a semi circle.90 degrees and it’s a right angle, yeah with 90 ml I am standing straight and walking straight.

I have my quota of 180 in 2 hours, so I can be a little high even after 1 quarter, and I am not ashamed to admit it. I get high with very little alcohol; the sooner I admit that, the more fun it is for me, no more nasty hangovers.

How does alcohol work on the brain, even most scientists don’t know exactly, see such basic questions are there to solve. But the general consensus is that, alcohol sets of a random firing sequence in the person’s synapses. That gives us a feeling of being “HIGH”. So right now my synapses are starting to fire randomly, it’s a lovely feeling, almost floaty, you feel relaxed and hyper in a way, cannot be described one has to experience it to feel it. That’s why I like drinking; I don’t like the taste of alcohol but like the calming or sedative effect. Honest. Alcohol is not bad, but then its not good either, human behavior. I would urge people to try it one time without any inhibitions. It like cough medicine x 5 doses.

So I am going to love my liver and drink 2 pegs an hour and enjoy my AIM (Alcohol In Moderation), let me get back with the results of my Experiments with Alcohol. All I can say now is after the 4th peg is Cheers! to life. Alcohol is not as bad as say cocaine, its our well-earned right and I need to exercise it.

So its 180 ml of 45% proof for me, cheers all the way, yoooo hooo!.I feel like doing something crazy..like marrying Rakhi Sawant or..or like producing "Mika ka swayamvar"(if Rakhi can have it, why not Mika ??). And I am no drunkard. I’m on my fourth peg and I will sleep soundly tonight. I need to turn on to AC/DC now on my cell. Welcome on the high way to Hell :D.

Cheers !!

Rain

"Kaale Varshatu Parjanya, Prathweem Sasya shalineem!"
(Let the earth be green with timely rains!)

I just love the rains! I have heard it was raining heavily the day I was born. My grandfather used to chide me saying, "You are an incarnation of Lord Varuna. It was raining so much that we could see you only when you were 2 days old." I was born at my maternal home just two km from my home, but the heavy rains prevented my family from seeing me for two whole days!

My love for the rains is next only to my love for life* ( *conditions applied). Most of my childhood was spent enjoying the rains and the funny memories. Hot tea with crispy pakodas specially prepared for rainy days, spicy curries prepared from seasonal shelled mushrooms with boiled rice and the sensational puri & chhola prepared by my mother were some of the rainy season specials I miss badly now! Literary greats like Chekov , Manoj Das & Mark Twain too added to the ambience. My love for literature has always been intertwined with my love for the rains.

I enjoyed riding my bicycle in the rains too! I used to enjoy my short visits to my village those days .The smell of soil after the first downpour, the sound of the rain falling over the tiled roofs and fishing in those tiny ponds that came alive during the monsoon seem so unreal today.

When I moved to Warangal to pursue my engineering, the rain song went out of my life. I tried my best to rush to my hometown during the rainy season, but that was not always possible. Now I have settled down in Hyderabad, a concrete jungle and a complete mess during rains.Hmm..I miss those days.

Many of the important incidents in my life were greeted by rains. It rained when I was born; rather I was born when it rained. It rained in Warangal the day I went there for my admission to College. I proposed a girl first time in my life..and it was raining. Even my first day to office was a rainy day. The joke then was, "Panda..u really need warming up!"

When I met my girl, I told her my idea of romance was to walk in the rains sharing the umbrella. Though we never enjoyed even one of the several of those would-be romantic walks . I still love the rains and would love to do all those wonderful things over and again. But unfortunately, the rain gods have become unkind to this part of our planet.

Come rain or shine; forever in love with U!

A pair of broken spects , Four half slept guys in office , A bedazzled sardar & A very frightened cat (MISRIP)

Now try to connect them :D !!! strange..it all happened last night only . MISRIP stands for "May its soul rest in peace "

Time: 4 AM in the morning.
I was sailing happily in my dreams with keira knightley. Nike must be dreaming about the vlan kernel module & danda ofcourse about a platter of pure south indian thali. ( About Sen , i am unsure. Even God doesn't know what runs in his mind). All were happy happy in their dreams.

Suddenly...i felt like keira was screaming..no..no..its a male voice..& keira disappeared . I could hear someone screaming in the other room. Was too lazy to open my eyes. The scream got louder and lo!!..finally when i opened my eyes with great difficulty , with my blurry vision i could see someone coming running towards me. Even i got frightened. Is this the ghost i saw in the last movie ? I don't even remember hanuman chalisa. GOD save me .and i got up in fear.

Trying to gain my conscious, i saw it was danda who was screaming at something and pushing sen out of bed. And the guy who came running was nike who is now standing on the sofa. I could see him jumping over it . It seemed like he din't knw wat was happening & was just afraid of danda's "cannibal holocaust" screams. And then i discovered my seconday vision ( my pair of spects which i left on the sofa before going to bed) has already been crushed nicely under his feet.

In side the other room , it seemed like danda calmed down slowly and sen's life was saved. We all rushed in to find out what has happened actually.

And to the greatest discovery ..it was all due to an unruly cat. It got inside through the open window and CATapulted a CATastrophe in our small house. While going back after stealing its food from the house , the stupid cat thought of having some fun with sen and danda & went inside the bed room. It went over the CATaphobic danda and jolted him . ( poor cat..little did it knew that it has to spend rest of its life in coma after it :P ) .

Add to that the sardar in the other room... God knows what was he doing the time it happened . But I could hear him saying the next morning "Abe tum log billi se dar gaye ???/ abe billi se dargaye.....abe sach me dargaye ??". I was too lazy to tell him to F@#$%&* that time.

So that was it..we four still in our sleeps and me half blind in addition to that , started for office as usual . Hope the entire cat community of the region has red marked our house after the shocking and horrific incident that one of their fellow brother witnessed. Amen ! :D

Cubicile Blues

So after a hectic ( if you can call 30 hrs of sleeping as hectic) weekend, i am back in the same old 4X4 cubcile of mine .cables , wires , switches , routers all around. Seems like back in wonderland and lost.

I greeted her & smiled.
she replied as expected and then thought for a while and added,”How was your weekend? I hope you must have cleaned your room”.
I quickly replied that the weekend was great because I din’t clean my room.
Completely surprised, she asked,"Then what were u doing the whole weekend?”
"Slept”. and a grin flashed ..

”Do you know how does it feel to live in a clean room?”
I thought for a while." I don’t remember actually. The last time it happened was some 4 or 5 years back. Hard to recollect”.
She rolled her eyes as if she was auditioning for a scary flick .
"You mean you never clean your room !!!????”.
" I don't need to. Everything was there where I had thrown it last time”.
Unable to understand that I didn’t want to talk, the dimwit continued,” Where do you sleep then?”

I tried to remember and said “On the floor. The bed had too many things and I didn't want to make the floor dirty once again.”
Enlightened by truth, she looked at me as if I was the most uncouth person she has ever met. Trying to change the subject I just asked her,"How was your weekend?”
“That’s none of your business”. And she was back to work.