Moving to github

I recently started using github for my blogs. You can follow it at http://ifraud.github.io/.

The quest for naturality or the lack of it

Having been in different communities, the very definition of humanity ended up being rather confusing to me. Surprisingly when it comes to judging and forming an opinion on an issue, the more I learn the harder it gets to form an opinion. But when I think about it, stupid people often tend to have strong opinions on big issues. Now that is a rather bold statement to make, but I believe that a lot of people who tried to have a logical argument with a few people can relate to it. 

I don't want to 'the joker', but he does have a point or two about humanity. The inconsistencies we deal with, some subtle and some evident, are right there and it is foolish not to acknowledge them. The idea of open-mindedness is a myth, one cannot be okay with every belief - there are clearly the ones you like and ones you don't. And this pretentious open-minded nature that I observe is repelling, it's like reading a story full of contradictions. Some aspects act like a big red button for these open-minded people. 

Ofcourse, any discussion these days has to include homosexuality, how else are we going to push those red buttons. A recent discussion with a friend of mine popped out the idea of insignificance in gay pride. Apparently Gays - being not natural -  is hard to explain to a 3-year old kid and confuse him. How is teaching kids about love between a man and woman, eventually making them hetero sexual acceptable. But teaching about love between a man and man is confusing them. So a kid is given freedom in non-significant issues but not in the significant ones. 

Another critical thought comes with some forms of feminism and their mindset. Let us talk about women being oppressed and taking a toll on fashion industry. You see documentaries, posters and sessions where they discuss the evil-demands of the show biz, putting a hard life to these zero-sized models. Well not-eating isn't that painful - try getting a 6-pack. Why aren't they dealing with guys; making a 6-pack is lot harder than to not eat and stay slim. They have to go through a lot of pain and suffering to get there. How is that not portrayed as an evil of the industry. A glamour industry is not much different from sports, where both use their physical attributes to entertain others. How is one objectifying a person and the other not so much!

These questions when thought with clear mind never give out answers. May be naturalism is indeed over-rated - If we are natural, sexual comments should sound as sweet as bird chirps and other animal mating sounds . May be we are confusing the ideas or may be not. 

Travelling backwards in Time

' Silence I kill u' [1] - I hear an orotund voice, just as i look at the silence sign at Mont St Michel, entering the Abbey on the hill in the waters of Atlantic ocean connected to the land only by one access road. I was startled more by the similarity in pop culture, irrespective of which part of the world one is from, than the actual scenic beauty of waters stretching upto horizon from a vantage point. So far this is the most beautiful place I have seen after my departure from India, a famous Telugu poet wrote 'Desam ante matti kadoi manushuloi'[2]. I still remember in every minute detail, kissing my friend Good Bye, seeing tears roll around the corner of my Dad's Eyes, excitement in one side of my heart and sadness of leaving in the other. Yet, amidst all this, Enrique was the one who constantly sang 'I miss You' on my Ipod.

One week at Paris - all the tourist attractions are touched, the significant ones like Shakespeare and Company, the best Falafel in Paris , 'Despicable Me' and 'Kaboom' - the less important stuff like Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysees, Louvre etc. 'Despicable Me' brought the kid out of me, but the major part of that owes to my friend[3] who I met after more than one year. All the time in Paris, just brought back memories - not from Paris, never did I feel that I am visiting a new place all because of the two idiots[4]. Same old ways of hanging out, same old Bakchodi, same old KFC with new currency and at a new place - Only one expression pops into my mind 'Fucking Awesome !!'.

One can find several reasons to not enjoy my course, naming a few, long lecture hours - demanding assignments and stuff. But I have one reason to love it, the group. I made new friends from different countries each impressive than the other in unique ways. I felt both happy and sad about the Induction period, if not for it I could have never met the awesome people who left for Granada - sad only because I miss them now. The people at St Etienne are more serious, particularly the guys - we often involve in intellectually elite discussions - mostly about the industries unaffected by the Economic Crisis and their diversity across the Globe [read it Pornography]. I am astonished by the energy levels of the pretty young ladies in my class, they usually are the active participants in any gathering. After all this there is only one thing I could say, My luck always plays on my side.


[title] Many may not find it apt - but there is a pun - I traveled from a time zone of +5:30 to +1, and my thoughts traveled back.

[1] It was MariaLena, from Jeff Dunham's puppet - ahmed.
[2] literally translated to 'a country isn't it's soil, it is the people'
[3] The great Halwai, very less known as Ankit Jain
[4] Rakshit and Meet, nobody else could be more apt for that.

GKC is up and running

The gold medalist of our batch Mr. G. Krishna Chaitanya is up & running on the internet.. his websites are

http://gkchaitanya.weebly.com/

and at http://210.212.214.147/gkc

Nice meeting you Mr.Khan

Discrimination is found in every wake of one's life. Most of the discriminated appease themselves continue to live with it; some rise against and bring about some change; But recently I came to learn about a person, who made a movie about it and screened it to the discriminated. How foolish !! If one wants a change at the happening end- why show it to the receiving end. His name is Khan and He is a not a terrorist - So What..

I like a modification in a 1966 movie

How many times have I already watched this movie! I certainly know it is the music of Ennio Morricone. The plot, i felt, needs a modification. I didn't think abt this when i watched this the first time, there wasnt enuf time - mostly i used it for admiration. Now I think about it. The movie is The good,the bad and the ugly.

The good and The Ugly were forced to team up by fate till the end. Now something that is bad, is The Bad. He instead of being a general or captain, should have been co-POW. The plot should go something like this, fate should team up these three together. And I didnt like The Bad dying either. There should have been 6 bags, and each leaving with 2 bags. I did like the way The Ugly is left, reminding me of the motif in the movie, which i almost forgot. I am no story writer, But i do have a good perception.

Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically

"To SHERLOCK HOLMES she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position...[1]" Dr. Watson Speaking about a fictional character probably more famous and heroic than James Bond, but filmed much less often. A British Director, An American actor, A German Music Composer, A French Director of Photography made a movie based on an English Fictional Character. The idea of Cocktails crept into movies, earlier Greek Hero Achilles and Tojan Hero Hector used to have conversations in English with an American Accent[2]. Now it is different, Colonel Hans Landa makes a humble request in French to begin a conversation in English[3]. Synergy is the key to the success of today's movies.
An ideal for atleast half of my childhood and my complete teenage, sherlock holmes and his methods always fascinated me. The older Sherlock Holmes on the screen [4] never matched to the one in the back of my head. To my surprise, Guy Ritchie did a commendable attempt. Though many of the memorable quotes in the movie took their place from Arthur Conan Doyle's literature, it is no wonder he is listed among the writers.
Rocky Road to Dublin by The Dubliners[5] is still ringing in my ears, I don't understand the significance of the song. The crazy experiments, the between-jobs phase, the reasoning - I have no words to describe the sheer pleasure of staring at the screen with highly receptive ears enjoying their way through the compositions of Hans Zimmer. There are no specific parts I would like to comment, the entire movie is awesome.

[1] Excerpt from "A Scandal in Bohemia"

[2] From the movie Troy

[3] From the movie Inglourious Basters during "The Verdict"

[4] The seven percent solution specifically

[5] Originally an Irish folk song, written long back atleast one-and-a-half centuries.

A trip with The Stranger

As I stand there looking at the eager crowd, more interested in inquiring costs and bargaining than actually buying stuff, Asifa received a call from Sushma - " Saturday Nite Market is closed, please get back to the Guest House". Where the hell am I standing on this Saturday nite !! I am more than puzzled, so is Asifa. We realized either of us is lost. It is common in Goa, specially when we hire those little scooters and try to trace the Konkan Coastal State ourselves. One cannot really say that wasn't fun - not even the getting lost part. And the best part is we visited that place exactly 2 hours ago. It was a hefty but fun-filled journey from Bengaluru to Vasco De Gama - Hefty becoz of the traffic at Bengaluru - Fun Filled becoz of 7 wonderful travel mates. As I look into the map in my little Goa book, I realize our guest house is on the third north most beach of Goa State atleast 30 Kms away from Center, Panaji. For starters!! my plans to cover the entire stretch of goa seem to fade away.

Eat sea food, Get a tan, People[ read it foreigners] watching, fun with the waves !! Whatever may be one's intentions, Anjuna beach is a good start. Despite of the cultural diversity of the group and specific significance at the place, one of the most important things I forgot include that it was the Christmas Day. We realised it and went to celebrate in 9 bar, we were cheap enough to find a free disco. I am sure my dance moves are impressive enough, there just wasn't enuf light to support audience. I can't say that all the night visits were messy, but stuff did happen. Moon light visit to the Chapora Fort did not give access to atleast few others, they did not find the door - Saturday Nite Market.. please read from the beginning - Light house wasn't really impressive , Hey!! I liked it.

As I lean over Asifa's right shoulder to teach her how to drive, A voice from behind starts firing "pyar pyar pyar".. this particular person - Rana, though made a wild card entry, worked hard to entertain the group. Journey to Old Goa through Ruins of Church of St.Augustine, Bom Jesus and Archeological Museum is impressive proving the Cultural Splendor of this place. Chandu and I had a gud deal of Photography, poor he- his battery drained at the very beginning. Everyday is photo opportunity day for us. The other day at Baga Beach people really started to wonder if I were a professional photographer and Asifa - a professional model. I am sure we can make good professionals.

When it comes to food, i am heads and heels over sea food. I ate all kinds of sea food including prawns, prawns and prawns. The last day i got a whole lot compartment to sleep, met a guy - Sakthi, actually met him before but got to interact with him in the bus. Very impressive aspect of Sakthi, apart from his Girl Friend, is his span of interests including movies, books and movies. How could my year of 2009 filled with Adventures at IIT Delhi, Amusements at The Himalayas, Relaxing with the Paragliding Course, Exhausted at Araku Hill station, ended better !

PS :- The stranger in the title is me...I thot ppl cud read between the Lines

Philosophy of Life

Philosophy of Life :

This is a simple parody of what seems to us like life.
Everything ahead seems up-hill, it has to be achieved.
There is no going back either, it always seems
we have come a long way down this track.
As the lonely traveller, I can trot the vasts of the desert
and the greatest gift I got is my freedom.
Alas ! It is a great illusion, why can't I see what is ahead,
why is it uncertain, or realise the same.


Until one day when I realised I am the camel, tamed by
an embodiment of social and emotional responsibilities, The Society;
A society that thinks if let free I may
choose a wrong path, wrong according to it.
A society that feels i must be responsible
as it feeds me, though i can hunt myself.
My freedom is confined to the immeasurable length
of the unbreakable bonds, used to tie my mouth.
Alas ! Life is a great illusion, why can't I see what is ahead,
why is it uncertain, or realise the same.

Inglorious Basterds

Standing in the 'Q' at 1:10pm, I am already worried about the availability of tickets for 1:15pm show. I stand before the counter asking the person to give me 1 ticket for 1:15 show. He started in a high tone "Inglorious" that faded to silence as he reached the second word. Many people specially at the ticket counters are ashamed to yell out the name of the film, one of the very few good ones i have seen lately - "The Inglorious Basterds"
One good thing about movies set during WW-II is that one can get to avoid jazzy electric guitars ringing into the ears. And with a director like Quentin Tarantino, one can safely dismiss thoughts of such revealing Anachronisms. Though certain things popped in particularly by "the bear jew" and translucent materials used for several stuff - zips, letters for cinema - such materials not really invented. Not really classic as it may sound; one can get to hear classical music mostly composed by Beethovan, Chopin and others. Details - one thing that has to be in there in a Tarantino movie naturally pushes the usual length of 90 mins to somewhere around 150 mins. Doing such a thing is not beneficial to the director at all, he openly challenges critics by providing them more window to disclose errors.
Being a multi-lingual film by itself; one cannot avoid to judge how well the accents and origins matched. Brad Pitt did a damn good job talking the Red Neck Way. I am pretty much disappointed by the way Christoph Waltz talked or speaked. He managed to push in European accent for easy words; but running with a strong American accent on a little harder vocabulary. The American teachers of english didnt exist during those days, atleast not all around the world.
One thing is for sure Todays's movie disturbed my knowledge of European history during WW-II particularly about The Fuhrer. If I find that the movie gives a real account of what happened actually; I bet myself I should read "Mein Kampf" again or dismiss it to be a total lie. And I wonder how "Shosanna Dreyfus" has so easily changed the aspect ratio of 35 mm film; even to this day it's a real problem without distorting the picture.
Cleanly organised into chapters, give the feel of drama acts, the style in which the movie is shot is definitely interesting and captivating. I really got pulled into the movie by the opening scene with a variation of Fur Elise being played, incredible piece penned down by Beethovan. And the music speaks of the old saying - " Speech is silver - silence is gold". Exactly when the scene demands pin-drop silence; it is provided by the composers. Most of the compositions done by Enni Morricone who hardwired his "good bad and ugly" theme into everyones mind.
Overall the movie is really impressive;I am already awaiting an opportunity to knock me to watch this movie again..

A True Traveller

Many of my thoughts and deeds are seldom completely understood or comprehended by a single individual, I dont really know what is the problem of the so-called Society in recognizing possibilities. Very recently I could not help noticing that the disabled persons are referred to as differently-abled. Though it mite sound offensive to certain class of people, they both are different. After having interacted with people of dinstict backgrounds and mentality, I tend to find myself a little different than most of them. If one does a course, what matters at the end of the day to one is the grade one can obtain in it. For some rare ones , the path also matters but still the grade matters. I on the other-hand fail to look at the importance of the grade. That pisses me off a lot of times, when people come up with questions and I dont have answers that they can understand. If anticipation or expectation of future is the key motive of doing something, i would suggest every one should have foretelling as their dream job -"If you do this now, you will become this- you will get this." I am a true traveller - I see the beauty of my journey , not the places between which I am travelling.

"...sa pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ma pa ni ni da ma pa...[1]" Flowed into my ears, a song with a rich combination of what could have possibly been the best instruments, as we overtook a lorry. On the way back to Delhi from Neemrana, where we zipped on non-electric cables frm one hill to other over the fort. We woke up at 6:30 am, got ready as soon as possible picked up cameras and set out to reach there, it was the "free" factor that drove us. Yeah flyingfox started it recently, they were promoting this sport by offering free packages for the first three days. The day went perfect, everyone dozed off in the taxi but me. I was in co-driver's seat with my shuffle pumping hours of music into my ears. I remember that voice, i heard it so many times, i could easily recognise even if that person catches a bad cold. I heard it on the entire journey to and from amritsar. I should not forget to mention Golden temple and Jallian Wala bagh, though the latter turned famous because of the massacre. The entire patriotic thing drives me crazy sometimes, "are these people really worried about their country / are they just raising their voices to show off.", looking at cheering crowd at wagah border retreat parade. Even there my senses could not let go the song played and the voice heard [2]. The military guys performed it wonderfully, the way they brought both the flags down at sunset and the entire setup was really mind-blowing. During all the journeys one question traveled in my mind on-and-on, "Is this world ready to spread name of the genius, is it ready to discover the genius" The question got a little intense after he recieved golden globe for music of Slumdog Millionaire. On Thursday, the nominees list for oscars will be out. If I was on the panel no wonder I would not have considered that music for oscars, not after listening to the entire music he has composed so far. "Jai ho" as it claims is not even close to the best of the songs he has composed. He did'nt rise slowly like other music directors, it was an impulse. He just started off and never, not even once, another music director could compete with this maestro. Nobody in India composed for 16 years straight, moulding the music as the trend changed. He put bhangra dolls, scratch effects, sitars, electric guitars to make it sound happy, sad, lucky or whatever is the emotion required. He happened to be the change that happened to Indian music, humbly he claims it's god who is doing all this. Totally ethical, so far scores composed by him were copied even by hollywood movies, some acknowledged and some were'nt.

[1] - song frm Yuva
[2] - Maa Tujhe Salaam

Such a lovely place, such a lovely place

Unfortunately i came to know that i effortlessly disappointed countably large number of my blog viewers with the revelation of my attitude towards birthdays. For those who wanted to argue, make a point in comments rather than arguing in messenger with me. After a long time, i sit down to write a blog, not ever did i feel so different writing a blog. I completely feel like empty minded, i got it refreshed among the valleys of araku and hills of tirumala. I used to have a lot of things to think about, i tried the same and dozed off yesterday. As i signed into my gtalk, one of my friend's status message speaks "Its very simple to be happy, but it is impossible to be simple", not really admirable but it reminds me of some very interesting saying of Schopenhauer "A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants". This reminds of dreams i used to have that remained dreams forever. I wanted to be a pilot in my childhood kiss the clouds, i always had an affinity to heights. Dec 31st - 8 pm, when delhiites were busy lighting up the city for the new year eve, I was right above delhi some 12000 ft. This wasnt my first time flying, nor first time flying to delhi, still i felt happy really happy to be there on that flight. I was looking up at moon through clear sky above clouds, well one might ask a valid question "how come clear sky!!! what happened to the fog that got so many flights and trains cancelled, rescheduled or delayed? ". I too got the same doubt, i started to look down, the very sight made me so happy, all possible levels in my body must have sprung exponentially. There are barely any words to describe that, let me give it a shot. All the fog has some gravity, so it can extend only upto some height say 11900 ft. Due to the enthusiastic celebrations of new year eve, all the fog that is 100 ft beneath me glowed. And the scene just matched one of those pictures shown by space travellers when they just fly out of atmosphere. It made me think some where deep in my heart i always wanted to be an astronaut. Such incidents keep happening which bring this thought of mine to surface and keep it alive all the time. One such incident is the talk by a swiss astronaut in our campus. The pictures of drinking tea with chopsticks, the scene of them sleeping without touching any surface. Huh!! they brought the dream back. Some times i get serious about actually chasing that dream....

PS: Regarding the title, i was thinking what to name it.. thanks to Eagles song Hotel California, that was playin on my laptop. It played "such a lovely place , such a lovely place, such a lovely face......."

Birthday wishes

Just wearing a T-shirt, i came out to have my lunch, i felt the warmth of sun pleasing on this winter evening. As we sat down to eat pizza, sun slowly slipped down, i felt a chill in the air. I have to take a jacket, go to lab, make a presentation and probably ekta is psyched up after today's episode. The episode is nothing complicated, a rather simple one. Rancho offered me to come over to his room and play some piano, both are beginners. Well!! I didnt even begin to learn. I insisted him on playing valse, a classic piece from chopin. Then i came down to go to lab, thought just strike once on door of Meet's room. I ended waking him up. He was in no situation to entertain me, he pointed out a science reporter article by Karthik. As i was busy reading through it, my phone played a seriously weird music. I never remembered an instance, where i set that music for some event. Definitely confused, I looked at the screen of my mobile, Alas!! it said " Preeti's Birthday". I thought "yeah!! ofcourse it is !! today is nov 27th.." But that's an STD call, I need to recharge my phone account. I left hurriedly leaving the article behind, to shop for recharge coupons. As I walk to shop, i thought about how important birthday's are in people's life. Too many incidents flashed into my mind, some were sweet, some were suspicious, some were bad memories.

I remembered chatting with a friend of mine, we had a really good time when we were kids. I had a kind of break during 11th and 12th class with my relations from school. So i fetched up all the contacts and started building up on the relations again. She asked me a question, a question I hate very much, the answer to which seems not important with respect to me, not even a little. So she asked me " Do you remember my birthday?", for obvious reasons I dont know the answer. I dont think birthday is some great event in ones life. I still remember some of my birthday's when i tried dozing off whole morning, but had to attend calls just becoz some people were "concerned" about me and they "cared" about me. And hence I hated that day, a few times. So I replied I dont remember any body's birthday, infact I can't. Then she started telling me how bad I am, I never knew that much "bad" about me. Then she started refining her statements, she had told that she now realized that she was not considered a good friend of me by me, which is not at all true. And our relation was never the same before this event and after this, not even for a moment.
April 19th, thats my birthday [not stating with pride as it apparently sounds], Well its infact on April 20th 2 am, I received a call from an unknown number. I thought "thats really convenient time to receive birthday wishes, I dont mind this call!! ". I received it with full energy, i hear a shrill voice in a very small amplitude. It said "shh...". I thought somebody is in serious trouble, they must have called me for help. I reduced my energy and inquired who it was. It was my friend, and for god's sake she called to wish me. Dont get startled for this weird statement. There is something I would like to explain. In Andhra Pradesh, 11th and 12th class are called intermediate. And so called intermediate colleges are really serious regarding the rules for girls in hostel. They are not supposed to call any strangers, and they are not supposed carry mobiles with them. But even to call parents, they should get through a very long queue at the STD booth. So some people secretly maintain mobiles phone with them, that always remain switched off, and call parents or someone they wanted to call very silently very secretly at really odd times. Believe me!! I also went through such things, it is a serious pain in the ass, its not easy as it sounds. So this friend of mine picked up a mobile which a friend of hers maintained quite secretly and called me at 2 am!! Thats another instance when I thought "is Birthday such an important issue !!"
Recently I have been to Taiwan, there I made a really good friend. Her birthday was on November 11th, I thought i should call her and wish her. That's the least of courtesy I am supposed to show for the help she did to me. I called her and wished her. Her happiness had no bounds, I swear to god she literally went crazy. Obviously I felt happy too, hearing her that happy. After the call, i again thought "Is Birthday really that an important event!!"
I recharged my mobile, called her and she also felt happy. she described the gifts she received.


PS: Unfortunately all the events concerned to this issue are girls, so i always justify myself saying, girls do over-react most of the times.... :P

movies - movies : all around the world

Waiting for five people at select city walk, i gazed lazily at the fountain. And just thought about too many things, i cannot list here. My feet tapping to the waltz played on piano, its a beautiful piece of classical ever invented. Browsing through all the topics ahead of me to think of for the next two -three hours. The most intriguing one being movies and the next one movies. Yeah I am a movie freak, Then why i am i waiting outside alone, instead of watching "Fashion", a movie made by madhur bandarkar [notorious of screwing short worlds, in the name of making realistic movies], like the rest of my friends. I already watched it and i didnt like it, not one bit of it. A movie is not about presenting one single idea using a thousand unrealistic, illogical shots. I am not in a position to give a clear cut definition of what a movie is, yet i have the complete right to give an analysis of a movie. Having watched atleast 200 of the imdb top 250 movies, a classic like shawshank redemption can be easily distiguished from fashion. If i am not wrong at comparing them, one being #1 on the list of all movies and the other being a "Bollywood Sparkler". Definitely i am not, whatever is the movie, whoever made it, i dont care. Finally its me who is watching it, its me one person one brain one perception at the recieving end. The other i read an article of rakshit, which describes less watched yet classics, in campus rumpus. No wonder i watched three of them, fourth one i m not sure. Not all latest movies are about time-slicing and computer graphics. The Dark Knight which i claim to be the best movie i watched in every respect, it has got perfection, logic. If a movie chose to be a one-man or one-woman movie, the crew should make sure that the character has the potential to carry entire movie. unfortunately the "joker" in batman movie had too less role compared to the potential it had and the "meghna mathur" in fashion had too less potential for the time and emotion given to that role. Ofcourse the potential of actor also counts, but thats not all. The very formulation of a character should be so much researched and put forward, that it should demand a level of potential in the actor. Well the discussion ends nowhere.

A biography of 5 min

This is the first time i ever thought of putting my thoughts on a piece of paper, right as they occurred to me. I feel a bit nostalgic, im just not sure about what i m feeling so though. Since the fans in the class room were static, I feel a warmth around my body. The air, though a little bit cold, is refusing to carry my heat, the heat my body is generating for unknown reasons. The warmth I used to feel under the asbestos sheets in the middle of summers, exactly during the chemistry class in 12th class. I didnt like any of the feelings, though i liked to memorize it and compare it with contemplative feeling im getting now. Im not just sure what dream I m chasing, I ve been chasing, I ve chased so far. But i feel intensely energetic to chase those surreal dreams. I am working so hard for the btp, without expecting any returns, none frankly. its not that im really interested in it, if im given a chance to live life differently, im sure i wudnt let that oppurtunity slip out of my hands. Any change or difference intrigues me, makes my thoughts oscillate in an n-dimensional space. Rather oscillate is an organised movement, my mind hsa got really unorganised, unexplained and unperdictable movement. Berry always says its fast, but i see what he is failing to foresee. Its so fast that no interest, no likeliness, no preference, no priorities remain the same all the time. I try to stick to principles, but its hard, they dont change and i get bored of them; i get bored by the rules; i get bored by the leaves that doesnt move; i get bored by the things that doesnt change. I know what i have been craving in my life so far; just a change, a change that keeps changing.

PS 1: I wrote this in cyl 110 class totally bored of what he was teaching, no thinking involved this just came out.

PS 2: Berry is Mr. Gaurav Berry , my BTP partner.

PS 3: BTP is Btech Project, we are supposed to do it here.

saare jaha se acha

As i sip through the dip tea
standing in a waiting line
on the dusty road outside ATM
I feel the sultry climate pricking,
I turn around to wave my hand
to a friend passing by, a cell rang.
Not mine, not of someone i knew,
Ringtone in a feeble monotone sang
saare jaha se acha hindustan hamara
I was lost in the song, so was i in the line
"Bhaai saab!! aage badiye..." A call,
from some one standing behind me.
No!! there was no place for me to advance,
"Are the guys still working at the atm!!"
No !! they already left , why was i still waiting!
The line was cut, by two "gentle-men",
gentlemen -by the way they were dressed,
gentlemen -by the way of their conversation,
Here goes the same mobile again, i disagree,
I totally disagree with that, my country, India
is not the greatest country on earth.
I never wanted it to be one, we never.
I know i would either leave the cup on ATM,
or throw it one side of the road, may be spit
on it just to add to the havoc i just created.
As i enter the csc, i slam the door on the face
of the person right behind me, look at the marks,
recently uploaded and feel jealous abt good-scorers.
I never wanted to think different,
think decent, disciplined and good.
I feel so much fun to let other people down,
watch my nation going down, bribe
the people directly reasonable for it.
Ha ! I proudly hail , I am an Indian!!
We are Indians !!

A dream long awaited

Lights... camera... Action ...
"He is not a criminal, he is a creator!!! He created sensation" These were the words spoken by Puneet Issar about a character by name Tagore played by mega star chiranjeevi. May be these words are spoken before a camera to be screened as a fiction, but they did carry complete sense right to the hearts of people. For one moment and exactly for once did the people think right. They gave him a call, as he describes, a call to take part in their daily life troubles. As always he did answer it, this time in a way that led himself right into the people. Yes he is joining the stream of politics just to make it clean, literally. His speech was mind blowing, as a matter of fact he is a good actor, so good is he at his heart. This is the first time in the history of any politics , atleast in india, where a person with such huge following, with a lot of humanity and zeal to serve people coming into politics. The way he accepted the fact that we are lagging behind in basic amenities on par with developed and developing countries, instead of just bragging about "samskruti","parampara" and "charithra" as would any other politician do, is the beginning of the difference he is going to make. He is the only one that could be instrumental in changing the way atleast 5% of indian population think. All this started on the birthday of social service symbol mother teresa. The name of the party is "praja rajyam" [people's empire] the caption "preme lakshyam, seve margam" [ love is the goal, service is the path]. So watch out for a great change in Andhra pradesh.

PS1 : I really loved the caption but it wud be awesome if it was reverse, as in , service is the goal and love is the path.

PS2 : For all the dudes and dudettes of other states, please dont envy the development here. Try making a very good human being such a powerful icon [ i dont think amitabh or srk satisfy all the required conditions].

PS3 : "Inta varaku nayakulu party lo puttatam chusanu, ippude telisindi asalaina nayakudu janallo pudatarani..[till now i have seen leaders emerging from parties, only now have i seen that actual leader emerges from people....]" by K S Viswanath to the same tagore.

One from Sree Sree

If any body wonders who sree sree is , he needs no explanation. For those who can speak telugu or understand a little of it, they already know him. And for those who cannot, he is a poet out of your reach for appreciation. I just felt like writing this one, this one is in all my cells, i cannot forget this even if im dead.

"Na gatha saisava raga malikala pratidhwanulakai
poyina balyapu cherigina padamula chihnala kosam
ontariga kurchundi oorupulu, kadile gaaliki kabalamu nistu
pramada veenalu kamachi padaga, sela yellanu lellanu lalistu
paatalaniki paltee kotti vaitaranee nadi lotulu chustu
santamule kekantamuga digbranti lo munigi,
gutukalu vestu, metika virustu ita kurchundina
nanu chustunte navvostunda, udutallara budutallara
idi naa geetam vintara...... "

this was entirely from wat i remembered.....

A feeling of zero mass

Standing on the edge, I had very less time to think about many things. Soon my mind revised the period of two months , a little more though. Starting with the memory of bloody mary ordered by meet on the jetairways flight to hongkong through very many things till the feeling of the stickiness on hands due to the sultry climate at macau. A quick glimpse through many things, as if i were watching a video in fast forward mode. I recalled the lectures of many people trying to teach the course "How to eat with chopsticks". The memory of suspense i used to face before every meal, about what i eat made me giggle a little. Meeting with new people, roaming around new places. I could recall each and every face, each and every location. I was pretty much successful in capturing visual perception onto a CCD sensor and then storing it in some NAND gates. But what about my other senses, my very fast fading memory will not let me remember the feel of tasty snake we ate in snake alley of taipei, the smell of various teas and the touch of very friendly people. There are some shots of our action on the beaches, but that is not all, infact that is not even up to the mark. And the mafia games, which proved that dying is really really easy. Teaching debbie how to swear in hindi during the science park visit, where we were made to listen to 4 chinese presentations. Believe it or not we were happy at the end of the day, we got so many souvenirs. Yeah all the narration behind these thoughts had some words with french accent, I imitated them so much that i actually started speaking that way even unintentionally.
Behind every funny moment, there was a really charming young lady by name fish, it was me who provoked that name. If there was any person who made "my trip to taiwan" very very enjoyable that is fish alone. I cannot say that others didnt help me, but what she did was more than helping. I cannot imagine my self acclimatizing in taiwan, without her. As everyone know friendship is very heavy , i realized this while carrying her gifts home. This made me smile more. The very language of chinese is so difficult, i remember meet hopping between various restraunts saying "I am a pig", where he actually meant "I eat vegetarian". Yeah meet's vegetarian troubles made me laugh . I dont know if it is called duality, my mouth opened for a different reason looking at the ground, seas and islands about 233 m below me. The count ended there, i took off the platform to feel the gravity in its full strength.Yeah I am talking about the bungee. It was totally awesome, and now I am talking about the whole trip.......