Insane Politics

Disclaimer: People with political feelings must not read this. ;).

In present scenario, What do you expect from a politician? Is it that they serve the society, develop your place, understand and solve your problems? The answer to all the questions is "NO". In our past, We have seen many rebels, leaders who put their lives into this only for human benefits. Fasting, Rallies, Rasta rokho, dharna were done for the mere benefits of the people. But now time has changed everything.


Now politicians don't put their lives in fact they make others do that. Its like, they simply light up a spark and the fire will do the rest. You must have seen the TV lately, all the angry agitations all over the state. What the hell is happening down there? Is this a good sign of progress? What happened to the people outside? Why is the region-feeling spreading like a virus? I feel these political parties have come up only for conflicts and agitations. Since 2 weeks the city has become a battle field with blood sheds, fire swamps. People are going wild on the streets with sayings like Jai Telangana by smashing up shopping malls and big show rooms. They are not getting a point that the renovation charges are paid by us in the form of taxes. A common man gets a rotten cake from all this. People who work on daily-wages are going to have a bad time. In this democratic state, one can demand for a separate state and that is not wrong, but the approach is worst. Students from random places ruined the statue of the great leader Potti Sreeramulu with paints and chappals.A man who fasted for 58 days for separate Andhra Pradesh is treated with such disrespect. The governtment should take wise decisions regarding this issue as soon as possible.I wonder What do they get by changing Andhra bank to Telangana bank. I think in the coming days you will be kicked out from the restaurant if you ask for Andhra meals. You must only ask for Telangana meals.

3 Slaps

Firstly.... A big thanks and a bouquet to all my blog readers. Without them I would really feel low. The compliments, comments they made.... I would say.. they were very energetic. It has been a month I updated my blog. All because of these bloody exams.


I sat in my balcony thinking hard about what my next post would be. My eyes caught upon a school kid coming from school with his friend.He is just 3 feet above ground. He looped his arms on his friend's shoulders and was walking swinging his hands. It rememberd me my schooling days. I used to be the same. My strict teachers, my kiddish friends, my naughty happenings, my all-time houseful canteen flashed into my mind. So I got a good point to write.



To tell you about my schooling, each day was something different... like.. it was horrific, embrassing, surprising and boring too. Everthing was going fine but one day...if my brain served me correct..It was in 8th grade. I faced the most embrassing moment in school. I faced 3 consecutive blows from my social teacher in front of the whole class for not doing my homework. OMG!... damn.... There was such a heated argument and my teacher went wild on me. She initiated with a tough blow on my cheek for not doing my homework. After getting hard on my face I was stunned..I looked at her constantly. She said "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME??"
and ended with another tough blow. whoa.. I was irritated, I simply kept my head down. Even that turned out to be a sin. She again said "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING??" and another slap . I had nothing to argue,no words to speak but thinking a way to escape. Tears started rolling down...I cried and cried until she thought that Iam not well and took me to the sick room (A short nap was possible)

Best SORRY note I have ever received

Friends are source of rocking. I need not paritcuarly tell about friends and friendship... coz... everyone know without them life's not good. The stages of life show the correct definiton of intact relationships with our friends and their presense in our lives. On the contrary we also fight with them. Some times things go really stupid.You may even get into word to word arguments with your close friend.

This happend in my life too.. Just before the Friendship day I had a rough quarell with my best friend.This was almost out of bounds. But the next day I received a SORRY note (written as a poem) from my friend. I know that I shouldnt host it in my blog as it is more personal. But I want to show ppl.. HOW MY FRIEND MEANS TO ME.....

Here it goes....

1 sec.. I wanted to tell you guys one thing..... NO QUESTIONS PLEASE!

Please dont make me the victim of hate,
I appologise from the bottom of my heartbeat rate,
All the things which happened was my bloody fate,
In your heart, I beg you to open the friendship gate.

At that point of time I never knew what I did,
I was really inside some devils Masquerade,
If you want to punish me, you have the right to bid,
For the friendship we maintained for almost a decade.

Dont throw me in a class with a bad name,
I promis you that I wont repeat this again,
But you being the same with me is main,
coz, together we always rock in our domain.

I really know that I' broke your trust,
You better crucify me on the earth's crust,
All the crap which I did was just a lust,
On the mirror of our friendship, I dont want any dust.

If our friendship is a sand castle built on th sea shore,
I'll even sacrifise my life to stop the devastating waves,
If you feel that you can trust me no more,
Then punish me by locking me up in dark caves.

From the garden of your life I've smashed the BlisS
I utter the word sorry@ the rate/sec like the rate in docomO
I really dont like you moving away from me too faR
But I swear that my heart is cracking like a 10000 laR
I just want tp say only one thing.... I'm sorrY

Height of confidence

Whenever I travel, I spend time observing people around me. Sometimes this habbit turns out to be funniest part... :) I laugh at them, I curse them at their wierd actions..ahem ahem... This is totally going out of my point... Actually the reason for this post is something related to that.

When I was on my way to Hyderabad, I met a brown..stout..man..in the train. He was very formal at his attire and was wearing black spectacles.He just came to my compartment and unloaded his luggage under his seat. At a glance I expected him to be a software professional or something more... after a close starring look I noticed that he was blind. Quickly I tried to help him out. But to my surprise he refused instantly and started unpacking his luggage as if he could see everything...like a normal human... I was in a state of curiousity. I started looking at him vigourously.... Some time later, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and was about to call someone. I thought he would ask for help. My guess was wrong.

You know what!. He pressed the numbers sensing their keypad tones.. Isnt that amazing? He spoke nearly for an hour. Later he changed his dress and fell asleep. I am really electrified watching his confidence level. Kudos to his confidence. May be the low esteem people (Whom I call... THE CONFIDENT LACKS) can learn something by the end of this post.If you dont think so.. atleast it made my journey interesting ;) and a chance to post something.

Bakthi through Dakshina

Note: The content I admited in this post is truly what I experienced and does not mean to hurt any religious beliefs.

You may have seen people around who always lay their hands front, asking money to complete the jobs done for you. It may be at the govt offices or even at any organizations. The corruption broadened to a peak level everywhere. Finally it even reached temples. ...... Can you believe that? The place where we confess our sins, worship The Lord, feel immense happy has become impure.

Recently I visited one of the famous temple in south called Draksharamam and Kotipalli (50 kms from kakinada). You know what! The Purohits over there chant mantras only if you pay some bucks as Dakshina. The importance of the 800AD temple was only explained when I gave them a 10 rupee note. Its not the money which maters, Its the humanity I was thinking. How can such vedic recitor become money-minded. That really hurts right? Not every religious place are of this kind. They are places like The Balaji temple in Chilkoor, where there is no hundi at all. May be that's the devastating point to leave our culture behind with disrespect.

Awful dance shows

Apart from our hectic life with academics and tiresome work, Generally we keep some time to watch TV. Earlier many reality shows were aired in all the regional channels which were really mesmeric. we loved watching those and were meaingful. But these days the quality of these shows detoriated to the core. As you switch through your channels, you find one thing in common in these dance shows....... YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT! ... Recently I happend to watch a show called DANCE AP DANCE in a regional channel.. It was disgusting and terribly poor...funny though ;)... Inspite of dancing and showcasing their talents for which they are meant for.. they keep themselves busy arguing with co-participants and even judges. They even show their vulgarity by cursing people. Parallely, even the judge of this particular show is not less, he shows his wholesome attitude and anger on these people. I mostly found this guy abusing rather than judging all the dancers there. I wonder What he thinks about himself??


It has purely become a new trend for the judges to walk out of the shows directly whenever they get angry or something bothering them.Isn't that cheap?? Its not the case of this particular show. If listed out you will cross nearly 15-20. All the managing departments of such shows air it without editing them. I think this is a perfect moment for them to increase their TRP rating and to make a good advertising. They also show clipings of the next week episodes and leave audience enthusiastic to see that nonsense. This shouldn't go this way. I even found small kids trying to imitate those people.These shows must be put to end or should be edited completly before airing it.

My byk

I always dreamt of having a bike of my own. I sometimes felt jealous looking at people who go dashing on the roads with their new bikes, When I looked at myslef I find that I still ride an old half-twisted bi-cycle. After many tryouts and strikes with my mother, I finally bought a new PULSAR 150 DTSi bike. Oh god! I owned it. I no longer need to ride any of my friend's one. I without exception opted pulsar as these days... the PULSAR mania is all over and undoubtedly provides a good performance too.

Most of the guys go crazy with speedometer touching 100s-150s.But I love driving it with a cool head.

Unforgettable 10-06-09

Birthdays are very precious to a being. They somehow bond a memory with it. Every year my b'day was routine.... cutting a not-so surprising cakes at 12, wasting my time watching a 3-hr movie, a birthday party at my house where all my friends stay>eat>drink> alas.. disappear!.. Even this year I thought the same would happen. But this time it was a not as I expected.An unusual thought from my friends made my day precious. I cut my 20th b'day cake in the middle of hussain sagar near the buddha statue.

Is'nt that special? Though it was stinking out there, that didnt matter us much. Whenever I pass through it, I look back at the time I had spent with my close friends. I enjoyed my day to the fullest. Who could get a close friends like them. cheers guys!!!

I Love you Mom....

It is about 20 years ago from the current date of post that I was born in the east of Andhra Pradesh in a small town. Like other kids, I am a normal boy with loads of naughty thoughts running through, I am called as the most notorious boy in the class (As Labbeled by my Social Teacher).The boy who makes his mother do the homework for him. I know its not that unusual at this age. But I think feeling responsible and understanding the purpose of living at the age of 15 makes the difference.

My father passed away at that time....... the time when I cut my 10th Birthday Cake. Its certainly not the right age where we get intact with the emotions. I was a bit normal but a dull kid from the rest of the class.

As time passed, everything was very well sorted.I began to realise things in the right way. The correct path... correct choice......correct timing was easy enough to judge. I passed my schooling and also my intermediate with distinction. I could always see a spark in my mother's eyes.. whenever I manage to secure good marks or achieving something good or even when I get a good conduct from my teachers... a kind of blush that moves me.... touches my heart deep. I really love to see that again and again.

It was the same spark that lead me to score high in every aspect of life. She is with me all the time during ups and downs in my life. We often eat junk foods, watch movies, visit places....... wat else I need? She is more of a friend than a mother.

Now at the age of 20, I am much comfortable with my thoughts. I find What is correct? and What is wrong in my every step. Thanks to my mother......