September 1st 2006. A day I could never forget in my life. Even after these 9 months, I still remember almost every small go of that day. It is the day, which made me feel the caliber in me. It may not be a great achievement for many people and if really considered, may be it isn’t any. But even then, I feel it an accomplishment because I know the pain behind failure. It is only the savor of defeat that makes you realize the ecstasy in your achievement. If a man is successful, then he is not recognized for long. But a failure is always reminded of his debacle all the time. That is how the society is. But once he succeeds, all those ill things spoken about him disappear at once. He becomes a hero. And slowly as the time passes, even he, is ignored. I always felt that failure makes a remarkable presence than success. That is the reason why I am proud of myself. Yes I am. Not because I achieved something, but it is because I understand the throe in failure. If success had come my way without any failure, may be I would have never realized that twinge.
Now you might be wondering, what is all this bullshit about… Hmm.. Actually it is the day I got placed in Infosys. When I was asked to write about my dream company in my campus placement form, with out any hesitation I wrote “Infosys Technologies Limited”. And then the campus placements started. The first one was Cognizant Tech Ltd, and I failed to pass thru the interview and same was the case with Wipro and Satyam. Almost all my close friends got placed in those companies and I was left alone. This inferior feeling actually used to kill me but somehow I used to manage to keep my regular happy face all the time. And I thought, Infosys was the only option left for me. And the final day of battle came. There was a pre-placement talk as usual and it was kinda interesting for the first few minutes and later it got boring and I was trying to kill time by clicking pics of people who were already sleeping. And later there was a test, and suddenly we realized that the paper was not how the general pattern used to be, consisting of puzzles, but it was full of objective questions relating to quantitative analysis n other stuff. But thanks to my CAT coaching classes, I was able to attempt the paper. Even though I solved few of those questions, I had no idea of getting thru. And once the results were out, to my surprise, my name was the sixth one called in the list. My eyes were almost wet and I went to attend the interview, it was a stress interview which I realized later. The interviewer was an old man of about sixty years and seemed least interested in me. I began to realize that Infy was not my cup of Tea. Once the interview was over I was damn sure to fail and I even suggested my friend that we would leave. But then, she insisted that we stay till the result was out. And I was waiting there with a dumb and expressionless loser face cursing my F’ed fate. And finally, it was time, they began announcing the names and I without any excitement was standing at the back. And then someone called out, DIVYA DEEP L., and I realized that the “Someone” was none other than the HR of INFY. I couldn’t bliv my eyes, and I swear I really couldn’t. I went to the announcer and checked my name in the list twice and was later convinced. There were no bounds for my happiness. All the pain vanished in a whiff. There are many other moments that I can be reminded of, but don wanna make this even more boring.
Now the reason why I’ve been blabbering all that was cuz I am now going to enter a new life and don wanna forget those moments. My first achievement.
Adios Engineering. Yo Infy!!!! Here I come…
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Monday, 14 May 2007
Note:
People readin these posts. Please note that i pen down watever i feel at the very moment i am writing. So there may be times my posts may contradict my previous posts. But, What to do! That is what i am!! A chameleon!!..;-)
Wudn't be surprised if ppl wud consider me a lunatic too.. Cuz... A lunatic is a lunatic!!!!!!!!!
Wudn't be surprised if ppl wud consider me a lunatic too.. Cuz... A lunatic is a lunatic!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, 13 May 2007
Philosophy of Life
There are times when we feel lonely, even though we have many people around us. Many a time, in the night, when I sit on the top of my house, all alone, gazing at the sky, I feel there’s nothing in the world that belongs to me. Nothin. Not even myself. Nothing in the world belongs to us. Its jus for the sake of the outer world we live. Are we living our lives, the way we want to be? Are we satisfied with our regular life? Was there any day, that we were satisfied totally with our living, without any regrets, without any compromises, without being unhappy? Then what in the world are we proud of?
There are lot many questions pondering my mind, why is this life like this? Few people say, it jus depends on the way we accept life and few say we must not think life in such way and should be optimistic. But, does concealing the truth, lets the facts drown? Does being optimistic mean drifting the truth and run towards the outward success of life? Doesn’t your inner self keep reminding you about the things that you lost in life? The moments you couldn’t spend with your best friend, cuz of some work at the office, the first b’day party of your kid you cudn’t attend, the thoughts you couldn’t share with your spouse cuz of hectic work. Could these losses be recuperated? Few of them jus come once in a life time, but we fail to be a part of them. Do we call it success? Does it mean we’re winning? What are we winning against?
Whenever I see, a dog fondling its pup, all day long, the immense pleasure involved in being with the baby, could never match to anything in the world. The freedom they’ve got, the love they share. Many a time, I wish I were a dog. Man is said to be the wisest ever living creature. But is this wisdom what we call? Does this sapience make any sense? All the time, we’re involved in gainin the so called “Success”, which actually is nothing but an Illusion, a dire fascination. After gaining all this success, what are we going to do? Pack it n carry it while we’re being cremated.
Even after all these thoughts I have in my mind, I still realize that even I am a part of this world and I should live according to its norms. The world where there is no truth at all. And everyone of us are a part of it and even though we don’t want to be the way we are, we ought to live it the way we are and that is the philosophy of life and we have no other choice except for living the way we are. If we try to be different, we’re considered as lunatics and imbecile. But deep in our hearts, we’re actually jealous of the person who is living his life the way he wants to. But, as a “HUMAN BEING”, we cannot accept other’s success, the real success. But a happy man, wud never care of other’s perception towards his life. But, we rarely find such people, almost seldom. Atleast, I am not as fortunate as them.
There are lot many questions pondering my mind, why is this life like this? Few people say, it jus depends on the way we accept life and few say we must not think life in such way and should be optimistic. But, does concealing the truth, lets the facts drown? Does being optimistic mean drifting the truth and run towards the outward success of life? Doesn’t your inner self keep reminding you about the things that you lost in life? The moments you couldn’t spend with your best friend, cuz of some work at the office, the first b’day party of your kid you cudn’t attend, the thoughts you couldn’t share with your spouse cuz of hectic work. Could these losses be recuperated? Few of them jus come once in a life time, but we fail to be a part of them. Do we call it success? Does it mean we’re winning? What are we winning against?
Whenever I see, a dog fondling its pup, all day long, the immense pleasure involved in being with the baby, could never match to anything in the world. The freedom they’ve got, the love they share. Many a time, I wish I were a dog. Man is said to be the wisest ever living creature. But is this wisdom what we call? Does this sapience make any sense? All the time, we’re involved in gainin the so called “Success”, which actually is nothing but an Illusion, a dire fascination. After gaining all this success, what are we going to do? Pack it n carry it while we’re being cremated.
Even after all these thoughts I have in my mind, I still realize that even I am a part of this world and I should live according to its norms. The world where there is no truth at all. And everyone of us are a part of it and even though we don’t want to be the way we are, we ought to live it the way we are and that is the philosophy of life and we have no other choice except for living the way we are. If we try to be different, we’re considered as lunatics and imbecile. But deep in our hearts, we’re actually jealous of the person who is living his life the way he wants to. But, as a “HUMAN BEING”, we cannot accept other’s success, the real success. But a happy man, wud never care of other’s perception towards his life. But, we rarely find such people, almost seldom. Atleast, I am not as fortunate as them.
Sunday, 6 May 2007
Orkut Display Names and Pics
Disclaimer: This Post may be offending for most of the readers as it may contain some facts related to them. And any resemblance to any person or to his/her is mere coincidence. Its jus to describe and make the readers understand about the matter has the author used few infracting Sh*t or wateva. Now the disclaimer nonsense is over n u could read the post.. Here it goes..
When I surf the communities in Orkut, I come across many profiles with strange Display names and even more strange names for the pics in their albums. I mean it’s so strange people write about themselves, vaunting their so called ingenuity. I noticed a guy writing “Born to Rule”, now the guy’s actually a +2 student and seems that he even failed in a subject or two. Now I never understood what in the world made him feel he would be ruling. And an other guy writes “If looks could kill, then get ready to die”. I was curious of how handsome the guy wud be. Damn!! Jesus Christ!!! Watever he wrote was true. His looks were so KILLING, that I almost got killed. F*^k Shit. I never thought he meant it in true sense. Dunno how many other people he killed, with his KILLING LOOKS.
There’s an other guy who writes “MADDY ALWAYS STAY WITH COOL”. Now the mordancy here is.. Firstly, I was never able to understand his English. Ok let’s not ridicule over his language cuz everyone cant speak or write good English and cud make mistakes. I later tried to scrutinize wat he wanted to convey. But in the process, i was tryin to interpret what he meant to say by “always stay with cool”, is it that it's summer and he wud want to stay cool resting or being Cool, with the “Yoh Man!!” effect. And his name or pet name, wateva, its Maddy. Never understood if it meant that he’s mad or a foolish ass. And there are people who put, names such as PRINCE, PRINCESS, AMAZON, bullshit and so on… Now I’ve always been wondering which state is still allowing them to rule and these Amazon women, few of then are so lean, damn you can blow them off with no second go. Hope these people realize the crap they’ve been writing and the fun that they’re makin outta themselves.
Now, about the Pics and their captions. Once I came across a profile, The display image was stating “IF BEING SEXY IS A CRIME, ARREST ME”!!! WTF!!! For a moment I was wondering if the person is Brad Pitt or Mel Gibson in disguise. I was kinda inquisitive and went thru his album expecting a hansome hunk. Now wat I find is a guy, looking as lean as a Marasmus kid, he’s got long hair and was lookin a vamp with his googs. Damn! if he considered himself sexy wat wud Hritik and Brosnan think of themselves. They wud bang their head against the wall and blow themselves with a gun. “Brosnan! Please, Please don’t sign in to orkut. Hope u wudn’t want repent.”. There are many quoted pics saying “This person’s pic is too sext to be displayed”, “Girls! Please don’t look at my album”, “Album Updated”. I dunno wat ppl want to convey with their weird display names.
After noticing many profiles like these, I too feel like putting a caption, “God! Please Why did u give me Commonsense!”(Now that was a joke though). But I think I must actually appreciate these people for their astounding attitude. Hats Off People!!
When I surf the communities in Orkut, I come across many profiles with strange Display names and even more strange names for the pics in their albums. I mean it’s so strange people write about themselves, vaunting their so called ingenuity. I noticed a guy writing “Born to Rule”, now the guy’s actually a +2 student and seems that he even failed in a subject or two. Now I never understood what in the world made him feel he would be ruling. And an other guy writes “If looks could kill, then get ready to die”. I was curious of how handsome the guy wud be. Damn!! Jesus Christ!!! Watever he wrote was true. His looks were so KILLING, that I almost got killed. F*^k Shit. I never thought he meant it in true sense. Dunno how many other people he killed, with his KILLING LOOKS.
There’s an other guy who writes “MADDY ALWAYS STAY WITH COOL”. Now the mordancy here is.. Firstly, I was never able to understand his English. Ok let’s not ridicule over his language cuz everyone cant speak or write good English and cud make mistakes. I later tried to scrutinize wat he wanted to convey. But in the process, i was tryin to interpret what he meant to say by “always stay with cool”, is it that it's summer and he wud want to stay cool resting or being Cool, with the “Yoh Man!!” effect. And his name or pet name, wateva, its Maddy. Never understood if it meant that he’s mad or a foolish ass. And there are people who put, names such as PRINCE, PRINCESS, AMAZON, bullshit and so on… Now I’ve always been wondering which state is still allowing them to rule and these Amazon women, few of then are so lean, damn you can blow them off with no second go. Hope these people realize the crap they’ve been writing and the fun that they’re makin outta themselves.
Now, about the Pics and their captions. Once I came across a profile, The display image was stating “IF BEING SEXY IS A CRIME, ARREST ME”!!! WTF!!! For a moment I was wondering if the person is Brad Pitt or Mel Gibson in disguise. I was kinda inquisitive and went thru his album expecting a hansome hunk. Now wat I find is a guy, looking as lean as a Marasmus kid, he’s got long hair and was lookin a vamp with his googs. Damn! if he considered himself sexy wat wud Hritik and Brosnan think of themselves. They wud bang their head against the wall and blow themselves with a gun. “Brosnan! Please, Please don’t sign in to orkut. Hope u wudn’t want repent.”. There are many quoted pics saying “This person’s pic is too sext to be displayed”, “Girls! Please don’t look at my album”, “Album Updated”. I dunno wat ppl want to convey with their weird display names.
After noticing many profiles like these, I too feel like putting a caption, “God! Please Why did u give me Commonsense!”(Now that was a joke though). But I think I must actually appreciate these people for their astounding attitude. Hats Off People!!
Wednesday, 2 May 2007
Indian Weddings
Weddings. The very thought of this word gives me a sick feeling. No!! It’s not that I hate weddings. But the hype that people give and the fuss that they make really irritates me. I think I hardly attended four or five weddings since my childhood. Don’t know why I never liked them as they never gave me a good notion. When I was a kid, I used to love goin to these weddings. May be its cuz I get to meet many people and the sight of people always intrigued me. But then, later I slowly learnt that it was no fun, meeting those old jerks who used to squeeze my cheeks for their vicious pleasure. Many a time I used to feel like hitting them on their testicles to pop their fu*kin balls out. Damn, wat do they think, am I a Merry-Andrew. Now if that is the case with me, imagine what the bride n the groom would be facing?
The saga of the Indian wedding goes on. Now, there’s guy called Groom sitting on the stagecoach arriving towards the Bride’s house as the soldier returning from the war. The guy seems to be more tired than excited by the time he arrives. Hmmm.. I think I shud describe it as a mixed feeling of tiredness as well as excitement. The people beside him, behave as if he’s a Private returning from the war with medal of honor. I’ve always wondered if the guy ever realized what’s all the ruckus goin on. Hmmm… He wud jus be thinking of the so called wonderful moment(s) that he’s going to have after the show.
Now once the couple is brought to the congregation hall, the irony of the whole episode begins. The pundit recites the endless chants of the mantras which are neither understood by the couple nor by the audience. Now by the time half of the ritual is over, most of the people either sleep or do their own work. The ladies keep commenting about the sarees and their colors and the men keep gossiping about politics or some worthless shit. The couple are the scapegoats here and all the people enjoy the sadistic pleasure of dumping two other lives, for which they give it a sacred name called Wedding.
After all this bullshit drama, people fiendishly wish the couple “A Happy Married Life” thinking that there goes another rabbit into the den. This is what they call, A Wedding.
The saga of the Indian wedding goes on. Now, there’s guy called Groom sitting on the stagecoach arriving towards the Bride’s house as the soldier returning from the war. The guy seems to be more tired than excited by the time he arrives. Hmmm.. I think I shud describe it as a mixed feeling of tiredness as well as excitement. The people beside him, behave as if he’s a Private returning from the war with medal of honor. I’ve always wondered if the guy ever realized what’s all the ruckus goin on. Hmmm… He wud jus be thinking of the so called wonderful moment(s) that he’s going to have after the show.
Now once the couple is brought to the congregation hall, the irony of the whole episode begins. The pundit recites the endless chants of the mantras which are neither understood by the couple nor by the audience. Now by the time half of the ritual is over, most of the people either sleep or do their own work. The ladies keep commenting about the sarees and their colors and the men keep gossiping about politics or some worthless shit. The couple are the scapegoats here and all the people enjoy the sadistic pleasure of dumping two other lives, for which they give it a sacred name called Wedding.
After all this bullshit drama, people fiendishly wish the couple “A Happy Married Life” thinking that there goes another rabbit into the den. This is what they call, A Wedding.
Pastor's Ass
Recently, I’ve come across this mail and thought it is worth sharing here. It is jus a forward mail but the humor as well as the moral of the story allured me and made me post it here.
Here goes the story:
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
Here goes the story:
The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.
The next day, the local paper headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS.
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent.
The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN.
The bishop fainted. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.
The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.
The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE
The bishop was buried the next day.
The moral of the story is...being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery...and even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life...
Stop worrying about everyone else's ass and you'll be a lot happier and live longer!
This story really made me think, as it is not only a bit humorous but actually thought-provoking. Life is much happier when we don’t get involved into other’s business without their endorsement. There may be things which would need our concern. But we must limit ourselves to the locus of the concern and should not try to get more inquisitive.
Tuesday, 1 May 2007
What is Love!!
LOVE!!!! This is the one most dangerous word that can cause Ecstasy as well as Havoc and occasionally both at a time. It’s the one word that can bamboozle anyone in this world. For a long time people have been using this word for many purposes. Lust, Passion, Emotion, Boodle, Bullshit!!! And the list goes on… Damn!!! What the heck is Love?? Many people say it’s an emotion, some say, it’s a feeling and other says it’s the trust. Is it really true?? Does Love exist? Do people really Love each other?? May be. They are true. Let’s jus trust them for a moment. If they really are in love, why do they split? And why do they abuse and curse each other once they are separated? Is it what they call Love? Does Love mean to shower all that you could when you are with each other and inflict the latter’s life once the relation crumples? WTF?? What about all the promises they made, to stay with each other for the rest of the life, and stand by each other, no matter what. The “Love” that they had for each other!! The feelings, the emotions, the memories, the sweetest times, all the things that they shared, where do they all vanish? The gifts and letters that were exchanged, for which they were even ready to give their life!! Do they run into scum? Do they all evanesce at once. And without any adversity people start screwing each other and then the series of profanations go on. No regrets. All the Love is gone. Vengeance. The only thought that comes into mind. And for some others, its jus a part of life. They get into an other relation and then there’s an other “Love of my Life”. And thus the cycle goes on.
Don’t people ever realise the mistake they commit? Don’t they understand what they keep doing? Don’t their inner self object them?
Its jus the impact of infatuation that draws their attention onto the other person. A small remarkable resemblance to their dream boy/girl that they feel. That’s all. They keep fantasizing that the other person is made for them. And then.they utter to themselves. “OMG!!! This is the Guy! Yes! Its Him!! Yes Him that I’ve been waiting all my life. And yeah.. I finally met him!!” Real damn Bullshit!! And within a moment they fall in “Love”. This is what is Love. F**K!! And then the never ending drama and their sequels go on and on. But don’t they ever feel like thinking for a moment. Jus for a single moment!! What the hell am I doin? Where am I running myself into?
Its jus for few moments of pleasure and a crave for emotional support, that people run into this hogwash. Yes!! Love means sefishness. Its jus that you want your desires to be fulfilled and hence you are in Love. The need may be anything. As I’ve mentioned.. Lust, Emotional support or wateva.. Everything’s plastic. Noting exists in real. Yeah Nothing.
I’ve been speaking all this. But am I flawless?? F**k No!! Even I run myself into this deep Shit. Even though never wanted to. And yeah!! I did blame her. For all that shez done to me. I hate her. Yes I do. But, deep in my heart. I feel. Yes!! I feel all this. All that I spoke. But then, Even I am a normal human being. And I do realize the meaning of “To Err is Human...”.
Don’t people ever realise the mistake they commit? Don’t they understand what they keep doing? Don’t their inner self object them?
Its jus the impact of infatuation that draws their attention onto the other person. A small remarkable resemblance to their dream boy/girl that they feel. That’s all. They keep fantasizing that the other person is made for them. And then.they utter to themselves. “OMG!!! This is the Guy! Yes! Its Him!! Yes Him that I’ve been waiting all my life. And yeah.. I finally met him!!” Real damn Bullshit!! And within a moment they fall in “Love”. This is what is Love. F**K!! And then the never ending drama and their sequels go on and on. But don’t they ever feel like thinking for a moment. Jus for a single moment!! What the hell am I doin? Where am I running myself into?
Its jus for few moments of pleasure and a crave for emotional support, that people run into this hogwash. Yes!! Love means sefishness. Its jus that you want your desires to be fulfilled and hence you are in Love. The need may be anything. As I’ve mentioned.. Lust, Emotional support or wateva.. Everything’s plastic. Noting exists in real. Yeah Nothing.
I’ve been speaking all this. But am I flawless?? F**k No!! Even I run myself into this deep Shit. Even though never wanted to. And yeah!! I did blame her. For all that shez done to me. I hate her. Yes I do. But, deep in my heart. I feel. Yes!! I feel all this. All that I spoke. But then, Even I am a normal human being. And I do realize the meaning of “To Err is Human...”.
The way i lived my Life
Hi Everyone.. This is my first blog and took a long time to write this. Since i came to know about this blogging stuff about two years back, i've always wanted to blog. But the problem was, i've been so very lazy that never actually took pain to do so. Now that is me. Hmm.. Now i'm actually writing this blog cuz i wanted to make an attempt to figure myself out and what i did for the past 22years.
In my childhood, i was an active kid and used to love playing and hanging out with friends, most of them who were very much elder to me. As i was a child, my conversations n blabbering used to interest them a lot. May be they enjoyed my foolishness or may be they found my words cute or the innocence of the speech attracted them, which i never cared,. But i always used to keep my pace of hopeless as well as endless conversations going on and on, and i loved it cuz ppl loved me for that. Never loved to stay home. And yeah, Peace was once thing i hated then. Err... sounds absurd though.. But dunno why, i used to love wars and battles. May be it was cuz of the reason that my dad was in the Forces then or may be cuz i used to watch the Television Series of Tipu Sultan and The Mahabharat. Wateva.. I loved the series of Tipu Sultan a lot, wen i was of 5 years or so.. All the time, I used to utter the sounds of the swords colliding with each other, "Ting Ting Buck.. ". Even now when my mom reminds me of those three words i used a lot and keeps teasing me.
Once we shifted from Kakinada to Hyderabad, i think it was 1993, my style of life changed to a different one. I realised that i had friends of my age too. Though it was kinda tough to adopt to such changes i was actually trying to. But then, somehow, (err.. i don remember how, ) i found friends who were elder to me. Felt lucky. One of those was Mario, he was a guitarist and used to run a dance school too. It was for the first time in my life that i heard of the name Micheal Jackson and his albums Bad and Dangerous. Learnt a few steps from him, which i barely remember now. It was really fun spending time with those big men as, it used to give me a feeling of security and supremacy over the children of my age. We jus lived for an year at that place.
Later we shifted to a place called Neredmet(we previously used to stay at Vanasthalipuram, forgot to mention that earlier)and here i met a wonderful family. As the tradition of me having elder friends continues, i met these people, Chaitanya and Navajivan. They were in their +2(intermediate) and i was in 4th class. Our family got close to them and we were neighbours. Their parents were both kind of scholars and even the children followed their footsteps. Though books were never of my genre, i loved knowledge and they helped me in gaining it sufficiently. They made me realise what i was and what i am. Most unforgettable people in my life. They always saw me as an intelligent chap and i loved it, who wouldn't love to be called smart(forget abt the truth.. lol..).
And then as time passed by, we kept shifting places n i kept changing my friends. And after a few relocations, we finally settled at a place called A.S.Rao Nagar and here we lived for six years and i love the moments i spent here. This is the place where i spent my matured childhood and has the most memorable moments of my life. It makes me feel i've lived life, and actually learnt the meaning of living life. I was never a sober and hated being called so, I was always naughty and a frolic. I had a gud bunch of friends here and all were of my age. But surprisingly got habituated with these people and was happy being with them and loved their company. In them was, Atish, my best friend, even now.
As my school days began to end and i had to chose my career path, i was in a dillema. I never understood wat i wanted to be. Movies influenced me a lot(tht's one of the reasons why i keep away from movies) and then i wanted to be an archeologist. But my brother somehow brushed my dreams away and wanted me to take Math. I loved math and so i didn't have much regrets in choosin it. And then i joined my engineering. Four years went by, even now many a time, i cant bliv my eyes that i am about to complete my engineering. Damn i wud be an engineer, i never realised. I got placed with Infosys and wud be working for it in a month or two. But i still feel childish many a time.
After all these years.. I've realised that i've become peace loving, lazy, kinda matured(not always though). I've changed a lot.. Had happy as well as sad moments. But always realised that i was growin and i always feel that i am being matured day by day and was foolish in the past..LOL.. Now i'm jus waiting for a day where i wud feel "Yeah!! For the past one year i wasn't childish or immatured at any point of time".
In my childhood, i was an active kid and used to love playing and hanging out with friends, most of them who were very much elder to me. As i was a child, my conversations n blabbering used to interest them a lot. May be they enjoyed my foolishness or may be they found my words cute or the innocence of the speech attracted them, which i never cared,. But i always used to keep my pace of hopeless as well as endless conversations going on and on, and i loved it cuz ppl loved me for that. Never loved to stay home. And yeah, Peace was once thing i hated then. Err... sounds absurd though.. But dunno why, i used to love wars and battles. May be it was cuz of the reason that my dad was in the Forces then or may be cuz i used to watch the Television Series of Tipu Sultan and The Mahabharat. Wateva.. I loved the series of Tipu Sultan a lot, wen i was of 5 years or so.. All the time, I used to utter the sounds of the swords colliding with each other, "Ting Ting Buck.. ". Even now when my mom reminds me of those three words i used a lot and keeps teasing me.
Once we shifted from Kakinada to Hyderabad, i think it was 1993, my style of life changed to a different one. I realised that i had friends of my age too. Though it was kinda tough to adopt to such changes i was actually trying to. But then, somehow, (err.. i don remember how, ) i found friends who were elder to me. Felt lucky. One of those was Mario, he was a guitarist and used to run a dance school too. It was for the first time in my life that i heard of the name Micheal Jackson and his albums Bad and Dangerous. Learnt a few steps from him, which i barely remember now. It was really fun spending time with those big men as, it used to give me a feeling of security and supremacy over the children of my age. We jus lived for an year at that place.
Later we shifted to a place called Neredmet(we previously used to stay at Vanasthalipuram, forgot to mention that earlier)and here i met a wonderful family. As the tradition of me having elder friends continues, i met these people, Chaitanya and Navajivan. They were in their +2(intermediate) and i was in 4th class. Our family got close to them and we were neighbours. Their parents were both kind of scholars and even the children followed their footsteps. Though books were never of my genre, i loved knowledge and they helped me in gaining it sufficiently. They made me realise what i was and what i am. Most unforgettable people in my life. They always saw me as an intelligent chap and i loved it, who wouldn't love to be called smart(forget abt the truth.. lol..).
And then as time passed by, we kept shifting places n i kept changing my friends. And after a few relocations, we finally settled at a place called A.S.Rao Nagar and here we lived for six years and i love the moments i spent here. This is the place where i spent my matured childhood and has the most memorable moments of my life. It makes me feel i've lived life, and actually learnt the meaning of living life. I was never a sober and hated being called so, I was always naughty and a frolic. I had a gud bunch of friends here and all were of my age. But surprisingly got habituated with these people and was happy being with them and loved their company. In them was, Atish, my best friend, even now.
As my school days began to end and i had to chose my career path, i was in a dillema. I never understood wat i wanted to be. Movies influenced me a lot(tht's one of the reasons why i keep away from movies) and then i wanted to be an archeologist. But my brother somehow brushed my dreams away and wanted me to take Math. I loved math and so i didn't have much regrets in choosin it. And then i joined my engineering. Four years went by, even now many a time, i cant bliv my eyes that i am about to complete my engineering. Damn i wud be an engineer, i never realised. I got placed with Infosys and wud be working for it in a month or two. But i still feel childish many a time.
After all these years.. I've realised that i've become peace loving, lazy, kinda matured(not always though). I've changed a lot.. Had happy as well as sad moments. But always realised that i was growin and i always feel that i am being matured day by day and was foolish in the past..LOL.. Now i'm jus waiting for a day where i wud feel "Yeah!! For the past one year i wasn't childish or immatured at any point of time".
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