Bulla ki jaana main kaun ! !

A little one for you guys.Counldnt make any more than this especially on this topic!
Watched 'baba' movie today.'Talaiva' Rajinikanth.It got me thinking.As if,appearing so desperate to know about his own whereabouts.I mean who am I?Why did I come to this place?Whats the cause of my life?Whats the cause for my life?etc.He behaves like a nomad in that movie.really,it got me thinking
Deep,somewhere,in your heart,some or the other time,you might have thought about this.You didnt?Then I cant do nothing.A man who doesnt think about himself,does not think at all.I pity all those lousy bastards who are too busy to think about their own selves.
Everyone of us have got our childhood fantasies,for sure.Rofl....!!Because thats the age when we think free(To know more about thinking free,refer to one of my older posts,'Free thinking')We dreamt of becoming or someone.But now,we have got nothing to do with it.
Am I destined to struggle with capacitors all my life? Sirish destined to deal with micro or nano chips?whatever? Is Sandy meant to be working on machines all his life?I dont know about the other two people,whether they enjoy doing such things ,but honestly,I dont.
Heard about 'Catcher in the Rye' a lot these days.Guy,wandering through the streets of 'Newyork' for couple of days.May be.He can.He might have.I always find 'philosophy' to be fascinating .Beautiful quote.'When do you gonna study yourself when you're still busy studying volumes of the cones and ancient history.Gud one.Isnt it?After all,we have all got a purpose.
GET IT DONE

Sex and stuff ! !

Do u ever think of something happening unconsciously with you.Happened to you but neva thought about it .Right.Its about sex and stuff this time.Ever experienced thing.Wait.Lemme tell ye guys.You are in a social place.A herd of opposite sex is standing and chattering among themselves.As a lightening,some one of them,u get struck.You dont know why?If u r a man after all,they are women afterall.You find urself searching for that person ,the whole event.Eventually.u find something interesting.Thats,even he/she starts looking at you.Not exactly.But exchanging looks shyly.
Hve u ever thought this one?Out of 10 people,why only she/he?Any special reason?Any unavoidable circumstance?
To admit honestly,I never believe in course of true love.even though ,you feel great about ur lover's character lately,the first time you have seen him/her,u get attracted only by looks and alll.Not in all cases.may be 90%.I hopefully guess,Its all aboutphysical thing basically.
And Sex.Its a sin.What you have read is right.Its a sin in this country of obstinate orthodoxicism.What do you say,if lovers involve in it,Nature's act and if a whore,its a business.Its all about the way you take it.I stress.Its perspective again.
What makes you feel attracted towards your opposite sex and feel seduced by 'em?Why are u in desperate need of an embrace? Lust.Finally,I opened up.I wrote to the core.Never mind,who gonna read this and who cares if they think what the hell this paranoia affected guy is speaking about?
Come on.Its fact after all.Every one knows it and nobody wanna talk about it.An open secret. Rofl..........'A secret is too hot to keep'....one of my glorious bastards said this a feww hours ago.Kya bey saley? Pad raha ho na?

MOVE ON GUYS ! !

Two years

So disgustng,I should have felt when I literally screwed up my exam.But surprisingly,I didnt.How a dumb nerd I used to be till a couple of years ago?I allowed people to throw nerd jokes on me and had never felt so bad when they were doing so .Infact ,I used to find myself happy with that kind of nerdy attitude.I dont know what the recluse change of time that I got involved with lots of people who chenged the dimensions of my outlook.
Alcohol.Cigarettes.These are those things 'you own end up owning you'.I dont have to balme anyone.I am sound of my mind and I perfectly know what I am going through.But the worst part is regretting it.
Past couple of years meant a lot to me.Been through a lot of diffrent images who consciouly know their cause.The purpose.I stopped physical exertionI banned day dreaming,to confess honestly,used to be my best part.Struggling with useless tiny things ,very difficult to hold even.They call them as resistors,capacitors etc.
This post has got no essence.Its just got my presence.Always struggling to say away from phoney people.they never understand.This post has got no pattern.Even me.But I like it.I am going wherever it takes me.
They find flicks of Madhur Bhandarkar more beautiful than Anurag Kashyap's.I like Anurag Kashyap.He captures imaginary-beautiful-inner-me,for tha sake,we may not feel good by seeing his collection.But Madhur Bhandarkar,screw him.Such a waste of him.Even,you can flick 'em by moving aimlessly on roads og King koti.
Happened to read an interesting conversation between Ashok and Aishwarya both arguing for Amitabh bachchan and Shah rukh Khan respectively.here I mean respectively.Such a waste of time arguing for Shah rukh Khan.Sorry Aishwarya.
AMITABH BACHCHAN ZINDABAD ! ! !

Dirty Harry

It is the place of heathenism and superstitious rites.Yes,it is ur world!For me,the only hope to spend many days between inglorious bastards is to see this 'glorious bastard'.Dirty Harry.Sandeep.Hey sandy,everytime ,you have taken me off the guard.But this time,its my turn mate.
If its Brad pitt v/s Johnny Depp,its brad for me and depp for him.If its Guy Ricthie v/s Tarantino,its Guy ritchie for me and Tarantino for him.But if its Snatch v/s Fight club.Its for both of us.Yeah,I used to be a dumb nerd till a couple of years ago but this bastard literally changed the way I see this world!
Here comes, taste and perspective.Both are different.Taste may change from time to time but the perspective,it never change.of course,Your perspective is You literally!This ,I've learnt from dirty harry.Life with Sandy had been something like beautiful passing cloud as if Anurag Kashyap protrays it in Dev D . Inhale.....Swallow......hiss.....hmm.Life's been fast wiht him.Very fast as if something like its in "Requiem for a dream." But that was cocaine.This is Dirty Harry.
Guys,remember Javier Bardem in "No country in old men"?Fella fed up with heck kinda people .dong what he wants and just moving on with his life,i m sorry,moving on with his gun eh? This is sounding like I am just comparing him with many characters I've watched in cinema.....but I MEAN IT.
Crushing his so called 'little soldiers of death' with helpless rage but never regrets it.Best part of him,that is. 'Paul Newman' in 'cool hand luke'
Always been in some sort of ambiguity whether 'Am I blessed or cursed with him'?I dont exactly remember for what he had gone for with Ashok.But I finally found myself that "I AM BLESSED WITH HIM".....

The Alchemist v/s Will

Had been into this confusion ever since I read 'the alchemist'.Destiny v/s will power.The alchemist strongly believes that 'if you really dream of achieving something,the whole universe conspires to achieve it'.He believes in 'omens'.The signs.He acts according to the God's will.Even in 'Godfather',Don Corleone believes that every man has one destiny.An artiste cannot become a mafia man,he supposed.This one completely contradicts with Adi dassler's statement-'Impossible is nothing'.But personally,I found it very hard against my conscience.At the end of the day,I should lay down in my couch with my heart contented with the work I had done that particular day.
What if I am destined to become something when I dreamt of becoming something else?Should I convince myself that this is what I meant to beor Should I fight with destiny with the help of my will to become what I wanna?
Dont know!

FREE THINKING

The output current from terminal drives the way of........This was what going on 'electronics' class when I was thinking of 'free thinking'.In my sense,its all shit.What the heck would I do with transistors and resistors in my life?Watched 'Wake up Sid' yesterday.Liked it for just one reason.Sid could clearly say that he's not interested in office ,job and all..
Coming to free thinking,I always owed great respect to free thinkers(infact great thinkers).As far as I know,free thinking means ,if some thought arises in our mind,a normal person puts a check to it after going to a certain extent,but some one like Sree Sree,would see the limits we never expect to exist even!Of course,he is no more.Few are Vivekenanda,Einstein,J.K.Rowling....amny more people.
I admire J.K.Rowling even though I ahte Harry Potter(sorry for being so harsh,harry potter fans!),because she just instills confidence and free thinking in children who doesnt know the limits of practical applicability.IGNORANCE IS BLISS.For adults,who come across Harry Potter,it sounds silly for them to fly just sitting on a broomstick,but,you know what,for children,it says that they can do anything they wish.Thats terrific feeling of splendour.
One of the fields that got and getting a lot of backing by free thinking is 'technology'.Might be people in 19th century would never have imagined they would speak to their loved ones lively(or) they would reach a far destiny within matter of hours.But free thinkers Davinci thought.I would like to discuss one interesting incident that happened with Davinci at his time.He just thought and believed stronglythat even man would fly like birds in the sky someday and he even sketched some imaginary vehicle carrying people through the sky.His friends laughed at his thought.But what had happened in 1904?The first aeroplane took off the green fields in northern America between the amazement and thunderous applause of white skins.
Thoughts are powerful.And if something 'free' adds to it,it becomes unstoppable literally.But the sad part is every person is capable of thinking so,but seldom know it.
I overheard somebody saying something worthy about Sree Sree.He just used to immerse in his thoughts,smoking by just sitting at his home and jotting his thoughts on paper.those were 'free thoughts' which hardly knew any limits.I would buy them for money if at all,those pieces are available,unlike downloading stuff from web(stealing infact.....lol)
Even music.Thinking has got its place in it.Many artistes say that they connect with the Almighty through music.I dont know whether its ture with all the musicians but beautiful music comes out when one thinkfreely leaving behind all the barriers.That one's for sure!
THINK FREE ! !

CONNEXIONS

After all,man is a social animal.The connections he have are developed as a result of intimacies he possess with other 'animals'.As of what I have been thinking for a long time,a person to exist in the race of supremacy,say ,success is putting his relations at cost of it.I am very sorry to say that.Introverts,who cant mingle easily with other people,atleast expect to have 1 meal a day with their family.How could it be possible?Their wants are becoming desires.There's lot of difference b/w want and desire.Want is a basic need.Desire....?You guys know that...
In the writs of Indian authors,loads of emphasis has been laid on relations and connections.Earlier,a family meant 2 consist of atleast 4 people.That looked pretty cute.In the fuckin' name of 'urbanization'everybody,everything has lost its grace,glory.Now,sorry for that,if at all one member of a family expires,come on,who cares?mourning for a couple of days(may be forced) and getting on with their lives as usual.Even I agree with optimists' argument of getting on with lives no matter what happens as a course of time.And even everybody have developed the confidence of living on their own terms and they are just cultivating 'damn!who cares?' attitude.Its obviously good partially living on one's self terms without any support and the attitude matters a lot.Its affecting relationships,of course,in a bad way.Living on their own feet doesnt mean they dont need a family anymore.At the end of the day,every person need somebody to share their achievements,griefs and all.Everything. Of course,its beautiful to end a long working day with a glass of wine(as people say,I am not into it....rofl!) in the company of atleast two worthy friends.But sorry to say this again,they are friends ,after alll.
I admire my mom a lot for her strong belief in human connexions.She talks a lot about realtionships.But the beautiful part is,'she walks her talk'.She'll be always ready to make new friends,which is not at all possible with me.She finds it soothing to get wished 'good morning' by her always-a-new-friend whom she made friendship with,in the walking in the park,the previous evening.
People are becoming too busy to hold long term relationships these days.It sounds beautiful to encounter an old friend of ours almost after a decade with a sparkle smile on both of the glad faces.aint it?But now,who remembers whom?If I am asked,I always find it very refreshing to meet Sandy atleast after 1 month of our previous meeting in Blue Bird Cafe(B.B.C,as we lovingly call it as) over a cup of hot Irani chai.I feel elated that I've met one of worthy friends I have.Even ,same is the case with Sirish,Raghav,Rohith and Anirudh.
It might be stale pizza or a cold coffee,but sharing it with our 'connexions'.....oh my God....it tastes awesome.At the end of your life,if you turn out to be a billionaire and you've got no one to share your reminiscences,even then you gonna die poor! Take care mate!

MUSIC

Which evokes a new energy always can be absolutely considered as 'Energy resource'.Oh my God...All I need is music and thats it.Loads of new music is getting into me these days.Of course,those are not new releases.But I am pretty new to 'em.Coming to Bob Dylan,after Sirish told me to lend an ear to Bob,which i reluctantly did,to my surprise which was xpected usually,it was superb.
"The answer my friend....is blowing in the wind". What a number.The freaky,raw voice of Bob Dylan is my new choice.Not becuase of people's influece on me,but I am getting into an entirely different kind of stuff.I never hesitated to held the pride of admitting that I am a guy with so much endowment into Carnatic music.I am wrong.All I know about the artistes BMK,Sikkil brothers (flute),Priya sisters(carnatic vocals)and yeah,of course M.S.Subbalaxmi.......never ending,atleast I hopefully guess.But I feel very sorry for limitng myself to few renowed 'kritis' of them.Lately,I am lucky enough to listen many more works of many artistes.Literally,I couldnt find words.Lots of music.I,hardly know a particle i it.
And yeah,hopping into kinda 'desi' stuff(donno exactly whether I can use that word),its Rabbi.Definitely bcoz of Sirish's impact on me.I heard of him quite a several times.I only used to know about 1 song of him.."Bulla ki jaana main kaun"..Even that too because of that track's video which includes "Charminar"(meri jaan).But guys,just put some skin into his compositions.Philosophy,Dark comedy,Sarcasm....everything....I dont know..rofl..rofl!!
He just makes sure,he presents all above in each of his compositions.
I just didnt understand about what Ashok bhai(sandy's brother) said regarding "refined soul of music".But,of late,I am just getting to know about what he said and meant.
How can I forget MaestroIlayaraja?Ever heard his guitar?Breathtaking.Simple and great.Many people find it embarassing to say that they hear a lot of regional music.Nothing wrong .I heard Maestro's recent(of course,not too recent) work in Telugu "Malle puvvu".Beautiful as usual.As Sandy puts it this way "Miss 'em and you sin".Loads of music I guess.
John Denver,Mike Oldfield,Bryan Adams,Hillary duff,Roop Kumar Rathod......

All I need is Music......
THANX RA BAWA(ADITYA)....FOR GIVING ME SUCH A WONDERFUL MUSIC IN YOUR PLAYER....FRIENDS FOR EVA'........CHEERS ! ! !

PAPPA

Well.....stating about my father whom I lovingly call as 'pappa'.At first,I am feeling pretty proud by announcing him as a self made man.Absolutely.I was just sitting in a cafe and sipping my coffee,then i suddenly felt an urge to jot down something worthy about my dad.Jus like for any other guy,whatsoever,even for me,My dad was my childhood hero.No matter,he is my hero even now.Oh my God,I always tried to be like him in many of the aspectsbut you know what,its only possible for him.He's Raymonds.A complete man.He was always there for me and I am pretty sure,he'll be there for me.He always uses his mangement and tackling skills to calm me down whenever I feel like I am gettin' onto a 'rebellion' track.And iits quite obvious for a 20 year old guy like me to oppose and revolt against the existing academics and all.Whateva,as usual,carers for me like hell.But Pappa,that overwhelming care becomes a barrier for me quite a few times.No big deal.He's just into that urban outfit.Unlike my mom,he hardly shouts or raises his voice against anything.He's so cool that sometimes I wonder that is it so easy to deal with different kinda personalities who work as sub-ordinates to my dad..lol....he makes it look easy...Just as V.V.S Laxman does a magnificient wrist work and delivers a beautiful shot.
My dad has got loads of patience.Hardly loses his cool.When I was having hard time and my backwas against the wall literally,he backed me a lot.He had pumped new hope into me.The only person apart from Sandyto back me when I was having a very tough time is my dad.I've committed few mistakes which made my dad lose sleep,he'd spent sleepless nights thinking whats wrong with me .Those nights were really painful.I swear I never ever again let him down.To admit seriously,its real tough to handle an extremist like me,without losing a pinch of his cool and temper.But he did it so efficiently.........LOVE YOU LOADS PAPPA..

Feeling gloomy and elated within a while..

After a long sleep,I just got up from bed by 5.00 in the evening.I felt so gloomy.For the first time in my life,I was feeling so bad that I've missed my college 2day.No matter.I just took a deep breathe and got ready 2 leave for my guitar lesson.The moment,I started my bike,The gloomy feeling had become like helluva burden on me so that I concluded for myself that I cannot attend my guitar lesson for today.Just I was roaming on roads like Rabbi.Suddenly, infact unconsciously,I stoppped my bike at a tea stall which is just opposite 2 'Cafe' coffee day' nearby.Ordered a cup of irani chai and sat on the red carpet that was laid for customer kings.I never felt like laying down laying down in the comfy sofas of Coffee day and having a self served coffee which costs over 75 bucks which is equivalent to the cost of a full day meal of a worker working ina a local saw mill.But this time,I was feeling likely 2 see the faces of self-exaggerated souls who are so desperate 2 prove that 'a lot can happen over a coffee'.So after finishing my cup of tea at that stall,I rushed to 'coffee day' and managed 2 occupy a seat such thatI can have complete look of the whole lounge.I ordered a basic coffee with no extra addings.As I was sipping,I found many couples coming in ,occupying seats over tables.Wondered whether,atleast any one of those couples are not involved in cheap talk.To my disgust,I couldnt find anyone.Everyone are just leaning over their tables 2 have 'close' chat with their momentary partners(rather accompaniers).Even now,while I am writing this,I dont have a clear cut idea of why I am jotting this down.Sorry for that.After 15 minutes or so,to my horror,I found that my ex-girl was sitting with a guy jus beside my table.She was just looking at me and nodding her head as if she was listening 2 what that guy was saying,but I bet,She was not.I couldnt say a word,so,I just cleared the cheque over there and I was on my way back to the tea stall.I was at the tea stall again by the next minute.I cant act for long time.I find myself comfortable at Irani cafes rather than at Coffee bars.Sitting on the pavement,feeling touched by the whole heartedness of "doctor saab"(teal stall owner,thats how people address him as).I cant find more warmth than that at any of the lounges.They are so commercial(infact mechanical).
Sitting over there,having delicious(not sure whether this is the correct adjective)Irani chai,seeing the lighting of the building that even holds 'Coffee day',all my gloom was gone.I even managed 2 see GRE,IELTS aspirants parking their vehicles,rushing towards the classes in the same building.I was able 2 find some sorta hope in their eyes of doing something remarkable overseas.Wondered when I'll find myself leaving this country for higher academics(that doesnt mean that I dont love India).It has always been my passion 2 leave for U.S or any other European geographe.LOng time 2 go.Will wait and see what's gonna happen.Now I am felling elated!!!

strings' weed!!

I've been into guitar learning ever since 2 years but,but it has really struck my chords recently.Before that,I admit honestly that I chose 2 learn guitar jus 2 wear that 'cool look' on my sleeves.But,just a couple of months ago,I gotcha know the real deep sense of phrases "Music is eternal.Music is immortal."Now,I dont even feel a pinch of strain 2 attend my lessons after a lon,tiresome and fuckin' boring day in college,which carries me 'off'' round the clock.The intensity in me 2 strike the strings with such an energy and fire for perfection aroused when it fortunately happened 4 me 2 go through a post of Sirish's blog "frets and freedom".Tony Iommi.Man,u are really taking away my nerve.As soon as I read about this man,I googled about him and I am lucky able 2 find and download some breath-taking performances of this guy.The most interesting about this guy is he posesses only 3 fingers on his fretting hand.When questioned abt that,there came a reply from him which bowled me down from my senses.That was,"behind this perfection of managing with jus 2 fingers on frets,there were SLEEPLESS NIGHTS & BLEEDING FINGERS".Awesome.
Here comes the "Messenger of God" according 2 me,Bob Marley.I felt very bad when I saw some people wearing tees with Bob's imprint on 'em, but they dont even know a bit about him. Oh my God....!!! Really God of Reggae Music.His lyrics sound the divinity surrounding his soul.I managed 2 listen 2 hits of Bob like ,"stir it up","jamming","is this love","no woman no cry".....it never ends.I was just dumbstuck by his energy and enthusiasm.
The last evening, a discussion took its place between me and my music teacher.He suggested me 2 lend an ear 2 Bryan Adam's stuff 2 come across fuckin' beautiful timing of chords.Now,Its so obvious that I am into him.
Last sunday,Raghav was up at my place and that time,I was working on chords and stuff.He really liked what i played and I really liked what he said.Strings are just getting into me in such a way that I wanna give up all the technical shit and seriosly consider "guitar" as my purpose .
I have downloaded few pictures of Bob Marley from my mate's mobile.My mom was asking me,"Why dont u pause guitar lessons till u are done with the present semester exams?"
"How does it sound like stop studying till I am perfectly done with my guitar?" was my instant reply.It got completely soaked in me.As Sirish said,"Music is not only a piece of art,its a skill."
And I say,"Repetition is the mother of skill."I gonna repeat it again n again till my fingers are cut,found bleeding and the sound of strings gets settled deep down in my soul forever.
Sounds a bit heavy....aint it? No big deal.......

DONT KNOW ! !

Its 2.00 a.m in the morning..After a long gap,I re-opened my journal 2 write something.Just moved onto paper after a watching a beautiful flickfrom "Vifhal Bharadwaj"...."Omkara".Before that,my mind was pre-occupied with a continous flow of useless thoughts.But that movie kicked my butt off....now,i m perfectly in sense.Weekend.Hydearabd.Roads are deserted.The fresh black coal just few hours ago is eagerly waiting 2 welcome the 'michelin' tyres onto it....i know....thats a bad description...My father is jus home from a party.Now,I wanna party,with some fag.Cops might be waiting with barricades criss-crossed 2 collect their "pay offs"....lol...Wanna move out 2 have some fag.But you know what,my dad has got ears of a snake.A curling twist of my den's main door,the clinch of it do reach his ears and wakes up the watchman "off duty".One of my school buddies called me up and reminded me of re-union gathering of 2005 high school passed out batch.Really not interested 2 see those depressed souls again.Life has become damn busy.Round the clock schedule .Harassing(teaching) staff.These days,a "Brad pitt" kinda imaginary soul from "fight club" movie is bothering me.How about possessing something like Edward Norton in 'fight club'? Sounds perfect nah...
Now,at this very moment,its like I am alone,the whole world has fallen asleep.Enjoying the calmness to the fullest.I am celebrating this fallen silence actually...Gotta deal with the herd again within few hours.Crazy mind-human mind.My throat's dying for a bottle of 'Antiquity'.If someone provides me with it,I would go for 'on the rocks' man.
Got to hear some phrase,may be stuff called 'creative writing'.Whats that?is this not that kinda one?I hopefully guess.No big deal if not.Jus read something...."if u find Buddha on road,kill him !!The piligrimage of Psychotherapy patients".Cool nah.We dare not think creatively.They act creatively.Thats great about them right!!Going on texting like crazy,mad,obsessed,whatever it is.After reading this post of me,Sandy would definitely think I m gone mad!
How about starting a new business in a garage like visionary 'Steve Jobs'?People find it great 2 prosper only from garages.I am rofling(rolling on the floor laughing as what Sirish says it!)But what the hell made me think about becoming a young enterpreneur?DONT KNOW ! !Really,fed up of engineering.But my dad kicks my ass off and reminds me of my NRI seat..
"Billiards"....my latest crush.When 3-4 balls take holes in a single stag,I feel elated & seriously think about becoming the next Geeth Sethi.But even that requires practice.Thinking about comes in my way perfectly,without practice?You know what,nothing comes my way...
Ouch!They are so sharp.My beard.Just shaved off after many days and went for a "Goatee beard" Style of guitarists,chum!
Its 3.00 a.m now.I've been writing since 1 hour.But no regrets for the 1st time.I really curse my professors too badly.A very lengthy post from me this time nah.
I cant stop myself from appreciating me for going 2 college ,so patiently for 3 days in a row(rofl..rofl!!)..Within an hour or so,it turns out 2 be sunday morning which eventually turns 2 evening which I hate the most of all evenings.You know what's 1/7 th of your life.Its SUNDAY.
I am sorry,Divya.You expected something out of me i guess.But i couldnt make it for this time!!!!!

Sandy

Sandy...What a guy?Phew..Got to meet him for the first time about 4 years ago.Very adorable,in a sense,wears an infectious smile on his face,what makes him stand apart from all other semi-urban punks.His 'den' was just opposite to mine.You'll get 2 find something interesting about this lad.Normally wears a Wrangler jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt possessing Johnny depp look.After almost 3 months of our casual meet,we found ourselves getting involved in a long chat having 'irani chai'.That was reallybeautiful.From that day,he became a part of my life for next 4 yrs,infact,a very inseperable.What 2 say about the topics on which we used 2 pass our time having limitless amounts of tea in many of the city cafes'.Oh my God.Then ,there started our engineering college and life.At first,we used 2 meet at our bus stop in the early hours of the day & used 2 hav some smoke &leave 2 our colleges &then back home.Having a cup of coffee after a long tiresome day with such a lad .Fantastic.Avery open hearted guy.A hard core movie-freak.You'll neva find a movie missing in his collection of IMDB TOP 250.Coming 2 weekends,those 2 days were completely ours u know.CLUB 8.Our happening place.Many memories.Same lounge.Both happy and sad.We used to shop and drink to the core.My shopping was never complete without him.Club 8,Cafe' Mocha,Cafe' Latte,Kabab inn.....its a never ending list.Differences do came between us.But never mind....We were same all the time.He was leaving for some other place.At that time,we got to meet again.Rather,may be called as a Re-intro.Three days rolled like three minutes.He left and I am left....Arey mama...miss u a lot ra...dont even change for God's sake dude!!!

Victimization

This is one of the hardcore deepest topics I ever wanted to discuss with you guys...As soon as the word "victim" reaches my eardrums,there in my brain,takes place a brain mapping 'victim-Sourav Ganguly'.One of the peoples' best ways of getting their things done by so called inefficient,i m sorry,people who cannot defend themselves is Victimization.But as in terms of ethical optimists,people who are victimized are not victims,but who victimize are the real victims in the hands of their own destiny.They are the most inefficient,i m glad,this time i've used the word in correct phrase n place,people who are incapable of egtting their things done,but are uqite capable enough in very mean act(art infact) of probing the other people 2 get their pendings off.Alas,they are the real handicapped.Susane Dyer,wrote a foreword to the book by Dr.Wayne W. Dyer,"Pulling Your Own Strings", "many of us with normal faculties have mentally handicapped ourselves and victimized ourselves by belief systems".FANTASTIC.You guys gotcha remember one thing."There is no one thing as WELL ADJUSTED SLAVE".Being victimized arises from a very small aperture.Its lack of adequate self-confidence.Never give a man to be a victor(not in the sense to commit you as a victim).Ordinary people always fall as a prey to be a victim.Who said you are otdinary?
Just kept an Electronics text book in front of me,as to create a senti factor infront of mah mom that i m studying.The particular page i opened contained some stuff about 'oscillators'.A man's mental strapheny always oscillates from "operating from strength" to "operating from weakness".Life is all about how he stays most of his time in "operating from weakness" period.These days,I came to know something worthy."Whenever you hold another person above yourself,you have set yourself up to be victimized."
Eliminating victim traps in which you are held and controlled by others,on in which you are unnecessarily frustated about the way your decisions are turning out ,accordng to me,involves a four part program.....
a) learning how to size up your life situations
b) developing a strong set of non victim expectations and attitudes
c) brcoming aware of the most prevalent kinds of victimizations in your life
d) creating a set of principles upon which you promise yourself,you never let them off in any of the worst circumstances for atleast your sake.
Atlast guys,you will become a non victim only when you stop expecting to be victimized.signing off here for today.......

killing feeling..

Sawan(my cousin) called me jus now and said that Akshay(another cousin) wants 2 meet us right now.I was really interested in moving out.As soon as Sawan said that,the first thing that flashed in ma mind is,my Mom.These dayz,she's not allowing me 2 do anything or 2 go anywhere.Ah God,this is killing me.If I ask some 1ooo bugs,1000 questions will be put to me.I wanna go out now with no money.But I m forced to stay back.My nerves wanna breathe some fresh air of a beautiful weekend night in Hyderabad city.What to do?Just putting it in words.By God's grace,if at all , I get consent from mom 2 move out,the next thing I have 2 do is to call my dad.Thats really a big deal.Another set of question paper is ready 4 me.Its almost near to impossible to answer those questions and pass that question paper.I truly envy my cousins.I wanna live life of them.Bugs come secondary.Freedom is of utmost priority.Waiting 4 July to come.First time in my life,I am waiting 4 my college 2 start.Late night long drives.Wee hour coffees.I miss them like anything.Remember you Robin Sharma,live my moment of life.Thats what Lalit modi is doing right now!I repeat,I envy him too.Sorry guys,completely a disastrous post from me this time.But ,I m a bit relieved.With this,I am able 2 calm down myself.Sitting in my balcony,coffeein one hand,my lappy on my lap.With web world in front of me.Visualising my buddies roaming freely on raods.Thats very painful.Signing off here today guys!!!!!!

show off

I've been preparing 2 write this blog since 3 dayz..I just got 2 find myself the title for this post as "show of" today morning..But even now,I m not sure whether I will b able 2 complete this post..As I was just putting this on the paper,analysis of strengths n weaknesses of a 'star' politician was going on.I wondered,whats up with this news channels.Leave it,coming 2 the the topic,I m writing this bcoz these dayz,I found some sort of typical guy at one of our regular hangout places.Generally,after attending my guitar class,I go 2 a place in Osmania University.These days,I am observing that guy over there.it seems that he's been regular 2 that place these dayz!One day,he comes ina luxury car from 'skoda',another day in 'swift' and one more day in 'mitsubishi'....On the last weekend,it happened 2 me to meet that folk while I was sipping my coffee and he was having his 'smoke'..Appeared as if a 'son' of a pilotical leader...possessing a latest 3G mobile.After meeting that guy,I came 2 know from him that,he comes all the wayfrm very far place just 2 have two pieces of nicotene.Ridiculous.After having few more chats with him,I came 2 know by myself that he'sa guy who comes all the way just to "show off " his possessions.I just went aside,and laughed to the core.I was just wondering why this guy is causing such a damage 2 environment just 2 expose.And today,I was having my coffee sitting on my basic "alto" and again that guy.He was sitting xactly opposite 2 me on his "SUV-luxury" car and was giong on with his usual action.Nicotene fixation.We got our looks exchanged.Smiles blossomed.I had clealr spotted out 'pride' in his eyes.He was proudly looking at his "PAJERO".He started dialling some numbers 2 find himself engaged or what optimists say "gettting connected with people".I sighed at him,bid a good bye,and started my car.I cannot desctibe him much more than that.Please do it with your comments
thats it 4 today guys!!

Slum Dog "BILLIONAIRE".....!!!!!!!

SLUM DOG MILLIONAIRE.its a movie about which people round the globe were talkin till yesterday.Obviously,bcoz,it had collected some "billions" of rupees,i mean "millions" of dollars..According 2 critics,its a movie which show-casted the real sub-continental picture.But according 2 me,hmm...I m not in accordance with critics,it showed only the worst part of a "typical" city of sub continent in Asia.But u people know what,we've got even the best parts too..Nobody ever protrays that.They dont even want 2.Because that neva makes them money!
Foreigners(people of so called 'developed nations') are really interested in finding out hw life moves on day by day in slums of India.And,we all know,children who played the lead characters,xcept Dev and Frieda are also from one of the innumerable slums of so called "Navi Mumbai".....hey..i m not at all criticising.... o
Rated as 9/10,9.5/10 and even 10 out of 10 in many of da ratings by magazines n public polls...But,much of horrifyin experiences came out in "Developed nations" when they had watched this movie..Indians,living out there,in those countries,had gone 2 theatres 2 watch this flick.After the show,when they were coming out,so called 'foriegners' glared at our Indians with a "low eye"..
How ridiculous it is?It means,those fellas' came 2 a foolish conclusion that all the people living in our country are as much same as characters sketched in "slum dog millionaire".They die 4 food.They beg.They rob..blah..blah....
Of course,there are people who do all such things.But,v can find all those classes even in developed nations..
Does it mean that a beggar wearing a jeans jacket n shoes(in those countries) is much more better than a beggar suffering frm inadequate clothes in India?NO.NOT AT ALL.
And OSCARS...Oh my god......2 many in count...The only thing 4 which we Indians can/should find ourselves celebrating is getting 2 Oscars for Best Music Scores..Thats it...And i m sorry...Rasool Kutty(4 editing).......thats it!
Remaining awards are given 2 da director and all 4 displaying only the worst aprt of our country so well.......!!!!!!!
All said n done...It was a sensation.It created a history.Of course,it may b real partially.But Danny could have shown some of the best aspects of our country 2 satisfy True Indian Patriots...What say?
--m signing off...thats it 4 today!!!!

identity

hiee..this is the first time i m blogging...so plz dont mind if i commit any mistakes..
Statement....Every folk demands an identiy.Wheneva ,u bcome a part of a crowd ,u'll definitely(with or without consent of ya inner consciousness) hide ya intentions. It means,you ,most of da times is "not" you in social grooming..If at all,u find yaself gettin' introduced 2 a person n it happens 2 meet dat person several times sooner or later,eventually both of u get 2 knw each "real" others.. Put it aside..comin 2 "identity",2 gain it,u need 2 have or spot out sum "temporary" role models in that particular punlic era 2 shape yourself out...you find yourself really careful in choosing 'em..As a first prerequisite,u must find sum 1 who r really mad about their discussions..in otha words ,they shud b quite unawared of the things giong on around 'em.
THEY GET THEIR IDENTITY. Once u find out such a person,i'll bet you,u'll get 2 observe 1 more thing. Its 'confidence'..If u dare n go speak 2 that guy,u'll observe dat his words neva go wrong,his voice neva shakes.His "gait" ll b perfect.. 4 your sake,grasp 'em. Behave like them.Imitate 'em,Be them,Live them.Its no wrong,nothing wrong.
As Robin Sharma said,"Each day,life will send u little windows of oppurtunity.Your destiny will ultimately be defined by how u respond 2 those windows."
The moment u aspire 2 b like them,every single minute,you got 2 live in them.While ending this post,there's some thing contradictory..
As i said earlier,you need 2 obseve people 2 choose your role models.But attaining that kinda gait,language n all,you had aspired,you start being unaware of ya surroundings.
YOU WILL LIVE YA LIFE 4 YOURSELF,BUT NOT 4 THE SAKE OF OTHERS.By the end of ya life,you'll get something left frm ya life..dat's "self satisfaction"...thats it 4 today