First Class at the Matt...

At 6’O clock after the gym, I have gone to Ramakrishna Matt to begin my Chinese Language Training. If it were not for the anachronistic feeling I felt during the first hour i.e. from 6 to 7 wherein we had a sermon I wouldn’t even have cared to blog this.

In the huge auditorium hall with somewhere around 600 to 700 people gathered the whole thing was like the first day I stepped into my college, Little Flower Junior college. Noise all around, sweating profusely as I was not in the line of fans, I felt strange seeing the absolute orderliness with which people here conduct the proceedings. After about ten to fifteen minutes are so there came the mission head and we all rose in unison to greet him. A prayer was chanted and everybody settled down.

He began to read out some of the rules of the organization:

• Please show respect to girls. If found misbehaving direct expulsion. Hmm… interesting. With a time span of two hours max I wonder we would find anytime to have interaction at all.
• Girls have their own stairs and a separate one for boys. Please maintain queue before entering. Should that be told? I mean is it not plain enough for us to see that with more than 100 people trying to get the class there is no other way than queuing up.
• There would be 40 classes in one session spanning four months. Only 3 leaves in the whole session would be allowed. Anything more Director needs to be contacted to decide whether to expel the student or anything else. And on top of that no two leaves one after another.
• Everybody is expected to reach the premises at least 15 minutes before the class commences. A grace time of 5 to 10 minutes is allowed exceeding which DIRECTOR needs to be contacted to decide etc.
• Read two hours every day and don’t forget to do the homework. Good thing there was no mention of EXPULSION if one is found not obeying this rule.
• Please see notice board everyday for announcements and the above rules are subject to change and new rules will be added as the time progresses.

And there were lot more which I don’t remember as I didn’t find worthy of arguing. To end it all we are told all the rules are meant to develop discipline, punctuality and character. But is this the way discipline is to be enforced? Is it not known to them that all these things had been drilled to us from schools and that it is high to let the character grow by themselves? Who is the loser here if he/she doesn’t attend the classes? It’s us meaning it is those who pay who lose. What the heck does it mean that taking more than 3 leaves might lead to one getting expelled? Is it not some sort of threat? I felt like being chained. I know most of what I said sounds over the top but at some point of time that’s the truth. You can’t be all along one’s progress watching every step. You have to wait for them to make mistakes and realize on their own.

Going away from the above discussion the assortment of students in the class was very amusing. There are total of 33 students in the class. We were all told to introduce ourselves to the entire class and also the reason for joining this particular course. At the end of the exercise I felt being part of wild assortment of people who have come there for different purposes.

• More than 35% of the students there wanted to pursue MBBS in China, after completing their 10+2.
• One lady(an example of perfect shyster...) wanted to learn the language as her “would-be” is expected to stay in China after tying the nuptial knot.
• An old man of around 70 years wanted to know what their culture, diversity and language is all about as he is very much interested to know about various things.
• A project manager from Satyam computers found it very difficult to converse with the clients there in China.
• One guy (that’s me) wanted it as he expects the company he is going to join in to expand it’s branches in China.
• A bike manufacturer who is in the process of rolling out bikes which can go 60 kms at Rs.2/-, which powered by dynamo, wants it as the mode of communication between himself and the clients is becoming very difficult. He is basically importing the material from China and fixing it up and there was one more who wanted to join as he was expected to run his father’s business in China.
• Some joined because they had to meaning they wanted other foreign languages like French, Spanish or German but it turned out they had no seats except CHINESE.
• Some just for fun.

It is very interesting because it just shows you how important a language can play a role in the life and also as you come face to face with people from various strata of life. I understand this happens even during the computer language courses but you wouldn’t find such diversity there. With basics being taught in first class and some introduction on how this language has come to be, we were told there are 10,000 characters in the language and 4 tones. A particular “word” say “ma” in four tones has four different meanings and some words with same tone has different characters and different meanings. Oy!!! Take it lite, don’t worry. I can do it. The largest Chinese speaking people follow mandarin Dialect as it has been made the official language of China and also the world’s largest spoken language.

Bottom-line: A very tough language to master and to get a grip on with lots and lots of practice. ( Phew!!! Another way of making me restless for months to come…) With that I would say zai chin (see you again, good bye) to all

My First Blog...of the month :)

“No blogging…”, orkuts Swami Naidu. That’s the sort of motivation I need. I mean when I have taken up this blog I have decided to make it packed with every little that my mind feels and have it as a sort of guidance for me.

By putting my memories on web I wanted people’s opinion to the way I have felt during particular times. Even without that it would be a great help for me to know how stupid I was or how mature I was in handling something. I haven’t yet explored to the ways in which opinions can be gathered and banking on the comments. Will be doing that sometime from now?

But what bugs me is the long hiatus I have taken. Of course there are nothing new to report and not MANY GREAT things that I have done. As I have learned from the great film, Akira, human mind is capable of storing trillions of bytes as one starts growing, consisting of past, present and the future. I should be able to let my readers know at least 1/100000th of that information. To put it plainly there is whole lot of fantastic memories hidden in my 20 years it should be enough material for the whole month.

It is now I come to realize how dangerous mind can be when you are not in control. When I knew nothing about blogging I have read some articles on the net regarding it. Most of them have said that of the 100 blogs created every month say, only 10 of them go further than three months. I am at a stage to decide which group I belong to.

How it all began...
My tryst with writing began with our erstwhile website www.vasavionline.co.nr. I loved the whole concept of the site. With only fellow people around it gives a homely atmosphere, I had so much fun participating in the forums, writing some articles, getting some feedback, guessing the dialogue, etc. So many things that could have been done. I still remember the times when my mom used to get so very bugged up to find me browsing that site. Writing just means so much to me. I am not the person who would want to correspond in paragraph’s but rather in pages. That was how my mind started thinking what if I could find a place and audience who can mutually contribute and share what they think of my writing, and also their advices or their own articles.


Seeing others is what motivates me much further. There is lot of refinement is to be done in the way I write and also lot of vocabulary and matter has to spaced rightly. To borrow some lines from the movie “Sister-Act” : "If you wake up in the morning, and you can't think of nothing but writing, then you spose to be a writer."

(for those of you who are desperately in search of motivation Click Here )

That was what I exactly felt. I wanted to be a writer. So seeing me going lethargic day by day by day it gives me creeps on thinking where I will land up with this attitude. Now that I have reached end of the page I feel happy that process is starting again.

!!!Welcome back Readers!!!

Confessions on The Blog Floor...

“Job Insecurity…” said Mrs. Talkative. Quite right. That’s what it is then. If not why is it that the first feeling I get after scanning through the question paper is RELIEF that I am going to pass. Have I become so bad that I can’t look beyond 75% marks? Is it because of the way I have been performing the last two semesters averaging 70%, I feel that’s how I am and nothing I am going to do is going to change my vulnerability to fail, or is it?

“What do you want to achieve getting marks? you have a goal, the marks follow you,” reasons Adi. It is very hard to digest it but it is true. Whenever I sit up to study right from my first year it was only for few hours with as many breaks as the number of speed breakers on O.U. Road. I regret, feel bad, feel guilty, determine to change the sem that follows. The pattern repeats. There is no denying the fact that I haven’t put all my efforts and loafed around.

Of late it is these two things running in my mind. One thing I have come to realize is that consistency is vital in no matter what you do, till you see the end of whatever you want to do. Sounds little gibberish but I will clear with what I have gone through. The last three sems my preparation was in the drawing room of my house late in the night with T.V. running in the mute mode. I make sure I know all the topics on the syllabus book for a given subject. The day before the exam is when I cover all the topics of all five units. But it is that late night t.v. viewing and the complacency that sets in because I covered the topics and lack of revision that has gotten me those miserable marks. Supposing there were five holidays for the exam, I do my prep for the last two days. This must have been the trend among many of you out there.

To overcome this I decide to stop seeing television. I had successful continuous 30 non-television days before my resolve goes pfffff. Those 30 days I had wonderful time reading books, magazines, surfing the net, etc. How did I revert back? It started as a slow poison. One day I was dead tired after coming from college. I thought ten minutes of t.v. does no harm and then it goes on to an hour. The next day another hour gets added because of the “Passion of the Christ”. The next next day one more hour this time due to the excellent coverage of some amazing underwater species in Discovery. All this sound unadulterated fun. Flip- Channel [V] , another flip – Zoom t.v. – little more pleasure than what had been two days before. I become so relieved now as I come to understand what the hell were Chitti and Laddoo referring to when talking about so-and-so song and so-and-so movie trailers. I ain’t a outcast anymore. This is my number ONE Inconsistency.

Anybody who knows me little more than hi-bye would know that my memory is as good as writings on the sand (Confirmation: just pm Shadow…). I enroll to a yoga teaching center that runs the classes early in the morning. Religiously I did what ever asana they said without missing a class. I felt so happy doing whatever was asked and did as much publicity as possible to let all others follow my suit and realize the power of yoga. It makes you more agile, more fit, more alert and most important of all improves your concentration and memory power. As the days passed on this came to an end too and my chances of improving my memory power goes kaput.

Now that you read till now I ain’t need to tell you what to do. Trust me guys, you wouldn’t know about the guilt that is written all over me because I can’t stick on to anything new I take up and now I feel really intimidated thinking about the future challenges that I have to take up. They say whatever difficulties you have faced till now are just tip of the iceberg.

Knowledge is power they say and to get that you need to discipline yourself and that’s all I have to say about that.

Fair & Lovely – at last it is so lovely…

This is about the latest Fair & Lovely ad. Finally the morons realized it is not about getting people look like sh** before and demi-god after using their product makes not a sense.

Let’s look at what happened so far:

• A lady keeps lip-synching the cricket match telecasted sitting on the couch. She is dark. Mother steps in, gives her daughter F&L. Oh..la..la she is in the commentary box alongside Srikanth and we see press photographers taking autograph!!!! Heights I tell you. Fans for a female Commentator???
• Father takes her daughter to get her joined in some academy for Air-hostess. The people there throw a sarcastic remark about the way every tom, dick and harry wants to become air hostess indirectly pointing to the people that have come. In a fit of rage and shame they return. We see old man rummaging through the chest and taking out F & L. Oh..la..la the next shot we see her completely transformed and into the office.
• Rakesh Roshan, the idiot who gave us Hrithik Roshan, bumps into a lady who, if the viewers haven’t understood by now with that nonsensical background music which neither emotes nor feels anything special, uses the product F & L. Oh..la..la we see this bald guy getting mightily impressed and asking her for her approval in casting for heroine. There, There, it’s okay the price isn’t that bad. Go get one. Rakesh Roshan is waiting for you.
• This is most ridiculous of all. We see a lanky, pimply fellow running around in girls hostel for borrowing a cream. (Hello!! No, I am not mistaken. He goes into the girls dormintory in the early wee hours. Wonder which idiotic hostel was that allowing boys to enter their premises.) The girls chase him and he somehow escapes with a person next to him who ridicules for trying to steal girls products. Oh..la..la then we see the same girls who chased going ga-ga over our guy who takes on F & H. Fair and Handsome – an absolute filth on this planet.
• Girl comes in for a job at customer care. She goes through humiliation as she comes to realize first requirement for the job would be beauty and nothing but the beauty. You guys understood!!! First thing for customer care would be beauty. She cries, goes in to the house furiously. Oh..la..la Next day she is at the same counter talking to the same person who ridiculed her and DING!!!!!! She is in. No other requirements, mind you. All thanks to --- F & L.

In all of the ads I have quoted so far and some I can’t remember the first thing you notice is the girl is very dark. So dark that you can easily find out with her face contrast to the skin. After 10 or 15 seconds depending on the ad duration we see she getting completely transformed to a white angel with no marks at all. Another common theme running would be the lady whoever she is first has to face humiliation.

It is now the ad comes with a breather as for once the lady ain’t dark and there ain’t any humiliation. I have become so disgusted with this ad that I couldn’t wait to observe this change and blog it. Now that I have done it, I would be happy if people too notice the change.

( If there was ad missing that I couldn’t recollect please do let me know through your comments…)

Nostalgia Calling - 2

Day 1: Ground Realities

Finally they woke up around 7:30 dumbstruck to find me clad in formal dress as if I was going to attend an important interview that very moment. I try as hard as possible to refrain from blowing my trumpet. But when friends break promises they need to be reminded. Early morning suprabatham was inevitable. Not arguing much things went on till Men in Black or rather Man in Black (you see they had a black T-shirt with a hand print on back, five fingers representing five people…similar to that ‘Identity’ movie.) knocked on our room giving breakfast coupons to each.

Tiniest details like breakfast, lunch, dinner looks odd but this was quite special one. Hyderabadi’s are not called Latelatief without any reason. We proved that by going late again. Bread – the breakfast with some special conditions. You chose either butter or jam. Not both at a time. If you are one of those who care a damn about anything as long as there is something to eat then only bread was welcome. First I thought these guys were joking. But then seeing it that they meant every word they said, we were not able to hide our what-the-heck-is-this kind of faces. Moving on to the real purpose behind our visit we went into the hall allocated for the poster presentations. The entire event was split up into three sessions with 23 contestants in each session. Our program was scheduled for the coming day. So we were all eagerly watching the arrangements going on with the participants dutifully doing their work. It’s amazing how everyone has his own idea of displaying things. While majority were systematically placed with four spread out sheets in three rows, there were few who did amazing jobs like cutting and pasting only the matter in variety of shapes, some with photographic bases giving life-like quality, and there was this particular one who has put up his poster on a single sheet with myriad of colors occupying his center stage.

Time passed by and the judges arrived. Heat was all around us and with rapt attention we followed the proceedings. The judges literally tore apart our hopes of survival with their way of questioning. These were people who hated niceties. For them it was like a world of Matrix with no rules. They were not allowing the three-minute initial briefing time. If a particular participant was found hesitating in explaining they moved onto the next. Sometimes it was even simpler. Start with a question itself and make a move depending on the response. Three to four participants judging were enough for our fears to surface. We didn’t wait till the curtains dawned. The knowledge we had with our topics was enough to impress a first-time listener but this was unprecedented. By evening time all six of us were in the room weighing our options.

Dinner that day tasted like glass of water I mean we hardly cared what we eat. Like drunkards out of a bar laughing and jeering at each other we began our walk from mess to the rooms. Here we were displaying sadistic qualities in enjoying the other’s miseries. Oh! I forgot it takes fifteen minutes to walk the distance. That also didn’t matter much so intoxicated we were. Sanjay Dutt came to the rescue. Munnabhai was being screened and we reached the spot just waiting along with others to see who makes the first move to sit on the ground. Life me ek bakra hona hi tha . With that bakra everyone followed. Good thing that the movie drags after an hour or so, that’s when reality sunk in.
We came back to our rooms and decided to give our best shot and also prepared for the best excuse of our lack of knowledge. There were only few 2nd year participants there. So we were bound to look for one.

Nostalgia Calling - 1

There are few moments in your life which you cannot imagine what could have filled them had they not happened. The first time it happens to you stays longer than any. Every year from the day I joined I have been outgrowing the experience but this one is yet to receive a beating.

It was all thanks to Acumen, I came to know that there are some things that differentiate us from Intermediate to Engineering. I was especially thrilled by the kinds of topics that were spoken of. That’s it then I made up mind to do something about it. Not going into much of detail let me fast forward it to the day when we (my friend Rajesh and me) came to the college flushing red with pride and sense of achievement of having been selected in NIT Warangal’s Technical Symposium (Sounds big right…). Everybody had their share of thanks and that day if I remember well I didn’t have much lunch either. Apart from that there were two other teams that got through, from our own class (little discomfort there).


Funny thing is we (I mean all of the three teams…) applied for paper presentation and got selected for poster presentation. But hey, when you are talking about biggies like NIT you don’t stand a chance. The trip was for three days; I thought it would be worthwhile if I give it in parts.

Day 0: Land, Eat And Sleep

Take off didn’t go as planned. Raju (a.k.a Rajesh) made some scene there by not coming on time and Srinu and I had to catch the train running at the last moment leaving him with his own destiny. Two and a half hours later we were in the campus waiting in queue to get our rooms. The situation was something like a railway station. People in all sorts of attire, some in their T-shirts, some wearing formals, some with large suitcases and so on. Commotion prevailed all throughout. Rooms were allotted and we dispersed. Nikhil Mohan (Nikhil), Venkat (Venky) and me in one room and the other two guys Srinivas and Pradeep (they play very important role on/before day 2) in another room, another block (you will know why I had to mention that additional block…). The sixth one Raju again, was a Warangalian, so don’t bother.

Three is a crowd they say. But with two heavyweights and one bony guy (that’s me) on one bed is tough decision to be made. There was another burning issue the dinner to be sorted out first. It was already late for the mess so we had to go somewhere else looking for dinner. One good thing about Warangal is no matter how far you want to travel, say from north to south or east to west of the town it costs the same- five bucks. With Nikhil acting as our tour guide we began the search. First a phone, the hotel name. Open get in, not open phone again. Finally after the fourth call got the right one. Time was 11’O clock. We were hungry like hell. You can’t call that a hotel actually. Down in the basement, makes you feel as if you are entering a dungeon. It took sometime to get used to that odd smell of liquor and the servicing there. There was no selection, salad, and stuff. Chicken Biryani was on the menu and that’s it. Eat it or leave it situation. There was no turning back; talking as little as possible we finished our ‘dinner’. With a little heavy stomach and droopy eyes we started back to the campus. They somehow convinced me to adjust in the room and I graciously obliged. Not everything goes as planned anywhere in the world. It’s easy to tackle anything but mosquitoes and one of the stupidest things I have done is forgot to pack my blanket. The day was totally ruined I say for I couldn’t sleep at all, pulling Venky’s first then failing to hold it longer I would go to Nikhil’s. There was this patience in me running out. I could do that for two hours and then it was time for me to relive the BACARADI experience (calling all creatures of the night..).

Well that ends my day 0, not the usual happy ending story but wait to know till the other three days (hey read between the lines guys, I said day 0).

The Day We Didn't Want - III

And the Disco Begins....

!!!! A Bit of Samba to start With !!!!

!!!! Getting some Dance Steps Cleared !!!!

!!!! Girls Just got to have Fun !!!!

!!!! Some Rocking Duets !!!!

!!!! Three Tiny Muskeeteers !!!!

!!!! Reaching the Limits !!!!

The Day We Didn't Want - II

Note: Please Read The Day We Didn't Want - I before reading this for continuation.

!!!! The Whole Gathering following on-stage events!!!!

I ended whatever I had to say with my heartfelt appreciation for my true idol Adi with whom a little more time, I know my life would have been something else. Hats off Amigo…

Abhinav got on the stage next. He had perfectly summarized what was to be said. The harmony, bonding of our class, the way everyone co-operates in terms of crisis, the way with which we carry off some of the events – all the time with no hassle at all. It was true that such a thing wasn’t there in all the other sections of the class. With a reminder to the juniors to carry the legacy forward he steps down to give space to SwamiNaidu, Alok, Poornima, Nalli, Uday, George, so on and so forth. Everybody chipped in what they felt. This exercise has proved to be lot more enjoyable than anything I ever had. It was the experiences reeled out by the girls that were interesting. The first thing that comes to my mind when thinking about Roshini, Radha Poornima, Sirisha, or Sukanya would be seriousness, studies and studies. The way each of them started pulling other’s leg on the stage I have realized there is so much beneath the sheen. Knowing how Mr.Dhana has actually started mixing with the crowd from his experiences, Uday’s sensitive side, Raju’s inception, almost tear-full Alok, Nix confessions, Vijay’s on-dias performance regarding the DREADED AMERICAN CALL, Nikmo’s Dedicated Poem to Chitti and Eternal Brightness (If he ever reads this…do post it on the comments…) and all others.


Some like Laddoo and NewAger didn’t want to take names and put it in very general unlike me. Should I have been one of them? I don’t know. If it is a confession on the stage let that be frank and outright. It might be one form of stooping on someone. But that wasn’t my intention. For sometime I felt bad of what I had done and made it up by apologizing to all those whom I haven’t mentioned and thanking them all.

It was time to lunch. Only Veg?? Damn… Apart from that no complaints. All the dishes were very tasty especially the veg muchuria, and the palak paneer, not to forget dal.

!!!!Proof That I was Sweating!!!!

!!!!Proof That I was the last!!!!

!!!!power-packed lunch shot!!!!

Somehow it has happened that it was only me left eating the main dish among the seniors and also by the time whole lunch session had ended. I was sweating so profusely all throughout and at the same time couldn’t waste what I had put on my plate to be on level with all other people. Thinking back, I guess the want of photos to capture these moments is what has delayed my eating time and not because (as Laddoo half-suggested) I was eating more. I wanted to be part of as many people eating as possible. We started moving in circles talking first about the food, then about the reservation, then about the way we hosted our farewell and again about the food: this curry tastes good. Just after the lunch we had this power-packed lunch shot! And the distribution of mementos, a nice warm mug with a personal touch to it with a tag: Class of 2006 VCE ECE-B. My stomach felt very heavy and almost decided to skip the disco…

Adi wanted to leave even upon my insistence but he left my mouth hanging open with surprise, awe by gifting me a dvd of movies. It was such a sentimental moment. I mean here we are gathered around to say final good-byes and hugs to all our mates. And here he leaves me with a parting gift which he says he has personally picked up for me. I felt very much emotional from the time he said about the dvd to the time he gave to me. Small things mean so much. It is the gesture that is important and this will be cherished for years to come.

!!!!The Sentimental Gift !!!!

Disco to follow…to be continued…

The Day We Didn't Want

Farewell!!!!

!!!! The moments to be cherised for years to come!!!!!


The dictionary Says:

fare·well

1. An acknowledgment or expression of goodwill at parting [syn: word of farewell]
2. The act of departing politely; "he disliked long farewells"; "he took his leave"; "parting is such sweet sorrow" [syn: leave, leave-taking, parting]

But no matter how much hard you try no dictionary can really tell you what a gruelling and sad day farewell actually is. There was one in 10th when people were still immature and always looking for a place to get into good books of others, the time when Slam-Book were compulsory, the time when you are still at nut's end trying to figure out who you really are!!!

It is Engineering or in general during graduation the actual trueself can be guaged. What a life has it been?

It was morning 10'0 clock I get a call from USAian. It was on asking as a matter of fact when he is expected I got a shock. He wasn't even aware that there was farewell today. What a co-ordination and what an invitation? That's okay.. All throughout my mind was how should I be today? What should I talk?

I picked up chitti near the bunk. Just a moment ago I had brush with vijju, Fatso, nalli and Loki in the juniors car on their way. By 11:15 we were there in 99 MHz. Not exactly in 99 MHz but in the Banquet Hall. Chairs were all around and most of the people had already come. Juniors on one side, our seating to the left. It took quite a time to come to the atmosphere.

I just started off with the snap-session and took some bad snaps totally out of context and Ms. Laddo just took off from there and camera came back after an hour. Meanwhile I sat near Vijay to know how did he do in his Interview at IIM-B. Came to know he did well and i couldn't digest the fact that there were too many silent moments in his GD round. It shatters your way of thinking, i mean Institues like IIM's are the last places you would expect the pauses to be.

Then the actual feat began to surface. We were called one-by-one onto the stage and were asked to reel out our experiences. The first to get on was Mr. TALLER THAN TALLEST BUILDING guy...with public demand of course. Chitti followed next and I could sense his change in tone and the also change of emotions. The tinge has begun. Sometime later came my turn. For sometime I didn't know what to speak. This was the moment I had been waiting for quite a long time. I wanted to bid a proper Adios to all my wonderful class. But at that moment all I could feel was numbness with nothing to speak. Took some deep breaths and started off the days I spent with Chitti right from NIT Warangal, OU to IIT Bombay. Then came my vote-of-thanks to fatso..
who was there for me all through out my first Angladesha movie to the last right from the YEAR I/IV, some points on MAMU,following it up with ladies batch.

I should have talked a lot about lot of people who has made this four years so very memorable but with so much to talk about so many of them which in reality can never end I didn’t know how much to talk, in particular I thought I should have let all the people know my association with MAMU…

Long Long ago… Industrial Tour to be precise.

!!!!!!Mama in middle of Teen Mar!!!!!

The last day of our Trip. Two or three hours left to land up in Hyderabad. Tired of playing Rummy I sit by the side of the train window just staring outside with my mind full of events that have happened in those seven days of the trip. There comes this little fella with his golden words: “ hai ra mama” (which for the new comers (or) those who or not aware of is how he has come to be known..) and sits right across the ail. This is the second incident I can recall of how opinions about people change with only one small talk or with few moments spent together. Truth be told there wasn’t much between us except for the occasional hi-bye. I always thought he was one of those people who had nothing in mind except to chill out and enjoy the life which I never approve of. All put together I decided he isn’t a person I would want to be in touch with. We started off just like that on some random topic before centering on his CISCO program outside the college. I sat there listening to his coaching classes, his sister’s background, the flip-flop of his acads. For a moment I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could this really be him? Such a down-to-earth fellow whom it is hard to make out from the first association.

It is a great lesson I learnt not to judge people too quickly. As the days progressed he ventured into our group of four for our final year project and it is now I feel what a valuable friend I have gained. The other person who followed the suit in the same way is Alladi. I love Mass, says he and the door closes with a big cross on my mind. The same door opens during our placements and it is open ever since. With what I heard I expected him to be totally ruthless, insensitive, absolutely untenable and mass to the core. Yup…you are right. Everything proven wrong right to the core. I should have spoken it out.

!!!!!!Alladi....Not at all What I thought!!!!!

Back to where we were...to be continued…

Mama's Birthday Bash - Part II

Those of you who read part I would definitely be disappointed as there was lot of bashing but not from mamu...that sweet chubby kid who hasn't a belt of his size that fits him.

After our brief stint at UTL, I was off to my home dropping Chitti at his home. I did warn him not to go out of control in the teetollers get-together with mama as central attraction. I tried my best to discourage this guy going there as it ain't a good practise. On my way home I had a full plate Noodles at Tasty Bite. This should have been avoided. Of late I have been doing that in regular intervals. Go out, eat something, come home. Fact of the matter was the plate was too heavy for a light snack that I planned.

By 6:45 I start off to Tarnaka. I plan to take a card and go. All the cards there looked dumb lacking any emotional touch. Hallmark or Expressions Greetings were missing. Time was ticking. I had to make a fast move. It wouldn't look going to a party empty-handed. I selected some card at random and made sure there was a personal touch. I just scribbled off what I had to write. It was 7:20 when I picked up Chitti and ten minutes later we were near the crossroads of PARADISE.

THE WISE BLACK SAGE...with his already limited memory remembers that the last time he came he had taken a different path for parking. I proceed along the way he says and turn left instead of going ahead. I keep going, keep going...finally had enough of it. There was not a U-turn visible for one and a half kilometer straight. I literally get bugged. Already we were going to be late. And top of that here he is making the time prolong little more with his under-sized pea-brain memory added to which the traffic. Places like these are havoc in terms of traffic. Not at all comparable to the ones at RTC 'X' Roads or Koti. Nevertheless the timing and traffic go together.

We see no-one at first. Two options- We are early, or late. After trip to all the restos of Paradise the latter was ruled out. When about to phone comes a THUD...on the back. There he was Rohit with two other people. A little later Mr. Logic joined us. Time: 8'0 Clock. Still no sight of the HOST. Mamu is on his way, just started from Jubilee Hills. Wah!!! Talk about timing??
{ Wiseman to me: Please ra..tvaraga vacheyi...andariki 8 ani chepite 8:30 vastaru..anduku andarki 7:30 ani cheputunna...}

The Party Begins:
Everything said and done we were seated in the resto by 8:45. Ya...after one hour from the time we came. I should have taken my time writing neatly. The same happened during Kris ka Treat. Rohit and Co. were in a hurry. They planned to have a nice, calm and warm dinner and then proceed off to Prasad's for Taxi No. 9211, if only everything was according to the plan.
The other people still missing there was Totti Gang.

Little About Totti Gang:

Since this is the first brush with one of famous gangs of our era, I thought I will let my readers know Who Constitute Totti Gang:


(From Left to Right....)

• Alladi(Fearless, Damn-care Protector)
• Nikmo(Moral support)
• Ms.Talkative(Gang Leader(F))
• Kris(Sentimental Educator)
• Laddoo(whose positions is yet to be ascertained...was in , was out , again in...again out...to be clarified by Nix or Ms.Talkative..)
• Nalli(Entertainer)
• Nix(Gang Leader(M))

They have been together for long time but were not so very visible as a group for the first two years. It was only in our 3-2 during our ITrip, we could see the real Totti's. No matter where they went they were together. Fun, Masti, Timepass, Movies, Food-the essential attributes of the gang. And lastly the credit to their name goes to: Yossarain. (Please do read comments after this post has been read by the members...)
Back to the Present:

The time we started our main-dish Rohit & Co. were preparing to leave. I could sense Rohit wasn't happy with the way things are going. He very much wanted to be with company. Anyways what are to happen will happen. The waiter had a real-tough time taking the orders. We being ECE students have imbibed Flip-Flop Characterisitics by default. So by the time the fifth guy is about to give his, the first guy flips over. Then there was this decision to be made who belongs to which depot with Harsha acting as a station master. Good thing Nikmo brought his digicam to capture this wonderful group together. Food was brought in and we started having it leisurely.

Photos were taken at regular intervals. With usual banter, and senseless talks the day ended with we having our ice-creams. Chitti, who would always love to have ice-cream to begin with given a chance, surely must have had a shocker seeing that slice of ice-cream he got. Poor guy he thought he would be getting in a cup. The photo at the end was the cream of all capturing all the 16 Fellows at a time.

One of the best parties I have enjoyed after a long time. Is the last days of college one of the reason?? Hmm...pondering still...