kank - 2006

Last Post of the year 2006. Aha..aha!!

Of twists and turns, up's and down's, left and rights, right and wrong's, good and bad, out of the ordinary year was 2006. Successfully celebrating my 22nd year of happiness!!

Gearing up for 2-'007'. HaPpY NeW YeAr To EvErYoNe !!

My Resolution : Learn what the hell "resolution" means.


Same Point Theory.

I must say our generation is very lucky. Four years of graduation teaches you a lot of things…things which we hated at that point of time are turning out be very useful now. I am not talking about the circuit designing, electromagnetism or oops!! I laughed when I heard tht name..oops!! (Object oriented programming something). Anyways, excluding all these subjects ther’s one common subject which we all learned without any training. It’s the same point theory. I know most of us hate theories but then this is one of those theories which we use when our state of affairs are all set to explode. I studied electrical engineering and I am very proud to say that I passed all my examinations using the same point theory. Juniors!!! Pls read this document carefully. My posts are subjected to academic risks, please read the posted documents carefully before implementing.

I am pretty sure that we all have used the same point theory during exams. In fact it’s still being used and will be used until my great grand children turn 75. It’s called impressive crap where both you and the reader don’t know what the subject is but we still try to comprehend, similar to this case. Though I wrote 15 odd lines till now, I am damn sure that most of us still don’t know what same point theory is. Don’t worry, I won’t tell you so easily. I know you guys love to guess and want to use your corroded brains. Please don’t strain yourself. If something is so complicated that you can't explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway. If you belong to those kind of people where the exam time is up and the lecturer starts collecting the papers and you still try to write those 2-3 lines with a half irritated/worried expression on your face pleading “ sir…sir..five more minutes sir..sir…saar..saaaaar..gone with the wind!! , then continue reading. A good compromise leaves everybody mad.

I will give you one more example where I used the same point theory. When the first half of the movie Casino Royale was over, my friend and I came out to take drinks. We were 27 of them in the theater and we had to take colas for everybody. I obliviously ordered 27 drinks and called my frnds to collect ‘em. At this point o time, a dangerous question was put to me- the canteen guy asked “ Saar!! 27x12 kitna??” . How on earth will I/ we be able to answer such a question so quickly?? What does he think I am, an engineer? Huh!! One more nostalgic part of youth goes THBPPTH.!!! Then, I straight away took my cell phone out acting as if I got a call and slowly moved to one corner to calculate the numbers. Finally came back to the same point and paid the money and swore will never take the risk of ordering huge quantities without a calculator in hand. Well, the same point theory is also applicable to all those koochikoo pairs out there. In fact, you can make your crying partner straight faced, complete laugh is not guaranteed though. The motto is simple, can’t convince?? Then confuse!!! Explain your partner that ther’s no world without him/her giving along indirect messages which say “who cares”!! Bring them to the point where they don’t know whether to give you a cold hug or a warm shoulder. It’s like scoring marks on the same point which you cannot explain. Couples!! Keep in mind, never use the same point theory with your partner when you are out to places like boating, hill top views or for that matter even shoe shopping!!! As already said, My posts are subjected to major risks, please read the posted documents carefully before implementing.


Spoon in the Cup!!!

Q: What did the ant say to the elephant on the day of the elephant's wedding?

A: Aap shadi kar rahe he? Mai thumhare bachche ki maa banne walee hoo.

Till date I only heard about ant-elephant jokes, now I got a chance to see them.

After looking at this picture.., the only thing I can say is " Spoon in the Cup !!"


The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

Statutory Warning: Reading this post is injurious to health.

I am a very dangerous guy when it comes to philosophy or psychology. Though both topics are quite mysterious to me, I love to read on them. As someone said, confusing is easier than convincing. When you read a complicated book, at some stage you will definitely get confused but at the same stage you know the subject is convincing and that’s the reason I always prefer to read books of suppandi and chacha chaudhary. You can easily confuse anyone if you want but when people think back on what you spoke you would see baseball sticks in their hands. To say of what is that it is not, or of what is not that it is, is false, while to sat of what is that it is, and of what is not that it is not, is true- Aristotle. I hope you guys are now convinced on how to confuse. To start with, I thought you guys would never come back to read my blog again, yes you, thanks for coming back. If you are a first time reader- “Idiot!!! What were you doing all these dayz? “

There are many good things happening, surprisingly I am enjoying my work a lot. Credit goes to my team manager and colleagues who are enormously rocking. The video in my previous post clearly indicates how my colleagues are. Our team has been recognized and awarded for our work and we have all reasons to party. We are also planning to go out for trekking, rappelling and do all possible adventures to ensure that there would be a job open for us anytime in any circus company. However, Monday’s are still hectic and boring. We had plans of watching casino royale, not in English but in Telugu. Its great fun to watch Hollywood movies dubbed in south Indian ishtyle. Arnold Schwarzenegger would be called Arnold swarna shekar and James Bond as Pandu….James Pandu. What I wrote is still less when compared to the fun I had in the recent past.

When there are so many good things happening around, I am still being haunted by the past. It’s been over six months now and its getting hard for me to digest few harsh facts. I am in a position where I cannot accept the facts and move on nor completely rule them out. I am very selective about my friends and I have very few friends with whom I would love to spend time and I can’t just afford to lose them at any cost. One o my friend is happy staying away from me and this is the first time any frnd has expressed it directly to me and that's the reason its taking time to digest. Mistake was from both the sides but unfortunately we never had those basic elemnts in our relationship to bring our frndship back on the track. Also, I am displeased and angry on few o my so called friends who blindly deleted me from their buddy list after this incident and who never cared nor bothered to find out what or why did things go wrong. I always believed frnds are there to square it up and not to exaggerate. I am sorry and thankful to them, at least from now I will be careful selecting my frnds.

These kinda things go on in everyone’s life but there are few unsightly things which I came across lately. I have seen people begging for money, food or some other unavoidable thing but I came to know recently that people even beg for petrol. Here comes the story of a man who is neatly dressed, owns a Hero Honda bike and speaks good English but…..begs for petrol.

When I stopped my car in the regular gas station, the gas station owner walked up to me and showed me the above man in picture. The owner informed me not to give any money for petrol to that guy and went away. Few minutes later, this man in picture walked up to me and said “hello, my name is raj. I am coming from my farm house and I met with an accident. I lost my wallet in the accident and now I don’t have money for petrol. Could you please lend me Rs 20-50 so that I could go home? “I wanted to give him Rs 20 atleast for begging in English. The station owner was gesticulating from behind not to shell out any money and I told raj that I cannot lend any money as even my petrol bill is paid by my company. After he was in the vicinity of another person to beg, the station owner told me that this is becoming a daily nuisance. I appreciated the station owner for making his customers aware of this incident.

Catch ya soon, until then try watching those famous hollywood movies in your mother tongue.


Just a s'mile' away...

From left to right- north to south, amusing stuff is everywhere. Some of the funniest things under the sun are those which we usually fail to spot. Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun.
Right from the classrooms to corporate sectors, every person has to get involved at some point o time. If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

How would you feel if ur height suddenly comes down by an inch?? Does that really happen?, yes..it does!!

This is my 7th std health report card. When I entered 7th std, I was 4 feet 6 inches long, however at the end o the year I came down to 4 feet 5 inches. Right now, my height is 1 pixel.

After looking at the report card, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Feeling dejected, I went out to a restaurant to have some good food and refresh myself. After having a great meal I went to the washroom and u know what I saw??

Now comes the video of the month…..>> my office colleague whos the reason behind me goin to office daily. Turn on ur speakers…

Click here to watch the video

Cya later alligator!!!


The Pied-Piper of Hyderabad.

I am feeling nervous to post blogs these days. There are so many things to share with you guys but if I do, you will sooner or later read a story called Pied Piper of Hyderabad wherein I would be the rat with people running behind me. A recent survey stated that the average person's greatest fear is to give a speech in public. Somehow this ranked even higher than death which was third on the list. So, most people would rather be the guy in the coffin than have to stand up and give a eulogy. Few months back I wrote a post about a guy whom I hated the most. I had the confidence -- why on earth would he read my blog., then started struggle., one not so fine day he happened to read my post and then...
thank god, im still breathing.

Eventually, I had to delete that post. However, I feel there’s no sense in writing and deleting posts, therefore, as an alternative I will delete and write ‘em again. I will prove that keyboard is mightier than the sword. I started this blog with an objective to share my personal thoughts and primarily I wrote a couple o emotional or thin-skinned posts to which the response was mind-blowing. It was so mind-blowing that I had to post anonymous comments on my own blogs to increase the comments list. Since then, my style of writing an emotional post changed, now it more or less looks like "the other side o crap". You need to have a ‘beautiful mind’ to decode it.

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all art and science. The more we share, the more we have.
-- Albert Einstein

And how would you react when a stranger directly walks up to you and asks... ”what’s your sun-sign”?? This happened to me lately. I was in a cab and a girl who was sitting beside me unexpectedly turned and asked me the same question. If you want to know how I reacted, go out and stare at the bright sun with a big smile on your face. When I told her that I’m a cancerian, she started explaining about the traits of my sign. Initially I was puzzled but in a while I was engrossed to know more. At that point o time, little did I know that I was sitting beside a girl who has some knowledge and interest in numerology and palm history. I never really believed in this subject though it’s interesting to hear/read. Early this year when snehith and I were hanging around the tank bund, we met one o those tarot –parrot guys. The parrot came out and picked a card from a bunch o cards. Looking at the card, the guy told me that I would meet a girl within 2 weeks whose name would start with “s”. It’s been over 7 months now, neither did I meet any girl whose name started with ‘s’ nor could I catch that guy to push him into Hussain sagar.

Finally, it’s Diwali time!!! Time to blow off your enemy’s head. For some weird and wonderful reason, few residents of our colony started celebrating the festival at five in the morning. Kids next-door look cute with those dummy pistols in their hands trying to shoot each other with a ferocious look on their face. By the way, I will be celebrating diwali in a special style this time. I’m thinking to burn gas cylinders instead of those tiny-winy crackers. I will be introducing the 10,000 cylinders wala. An absolute crackerrrrrr…!!!



Who's the odd one out??

How many of you guys believe that I am better than Osama bin laden?. Now don’t get confused. If you want to know the authentic significance behind that question, wake up at 5 in the morning and start writing. This is the real-sign of a hard-worker (don’t raise ur eyebrows) who is more interested in typing this post with drowsy eyes than brushing his teeth. If truth be told, it’s better to type this post rather than brushing my teeth with a toothbrush which looks like a flattened cockroach on a stick.

I see many odd things in life, right from laloo prasad yadav to trigonometry. Now, don’t try to relate them else I may have to include you in that list. To know how odd my life goes, I was downloading the windows media player 11 in my system from the Microsoft web site when I received the message saying “You may be a victim of software counterfeiting. This copy of Windows is not genuine”. I smirked when I saw this message bcoz if Bill gates comes to know that 62.723% of the home pc’s in India and 83.416% home pc’s in Hyderabad (unofficial stats of relax-singh) use pirated version of windows he would never dream of launching Microsoft again in his next birth.

I would love to have a conference with Bill gates and explain him about the strategy behind…. the grey market (known as jagdish market) and the chor bazaar. People trust the standard of a nokia phone bought in chor bazaar more than to a phone bought in nokia priority dealer showroom. Going to the showroom is the last option here. Where in the US would you get a DKNY, CK, SWISS and GUCCI watches all together at a price equivalent to Rs 450? Yeh sab sirf apun ke India ki pathli galiyon me miltha hain…Lagey Raho Indiaaa...;)


Dreaming about dreams...

"For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he openeth the ears of men and sealeth their instruction.."

People say that dreams come true someday if we remember them. I read a piece of writing in recent times which says ‘if we can remember our dreams and note them down, we will be able to correlate it to the effects happening around or which may happen in near future.’ This appeared fascinating to me and I started noting down my dreams. Most of my dreams belong to a parallel category which by and large involves a same individual. I strongly believe that dreams are no petty things and they truly have some implication in our lives. It’s one own interest to look back and relate them to the current state. I remember few dreams which showed a depressing outcome and fortunately I was psychologically primed to accept them.

In fact 40% of my dreams which I consider came true. I feel dreams do not put in picture the precise thing which may happen, however it certainly gives you a tip-off. I have many examples to prove it and also a blog which holds most o my dreams; however I won’t let somebody see that as it will show off “the good, the bad and the ugly side of Preetam”. ”. It is also a type of ‘déj? vu’ wherein someone dreams about a certain situation and when that situation arises before that person, he/she recalls his dream and that he had already experienced this given situation. My question to you guys is, do you really consider them or is it mere serendipity which is being eexaggerated?? Anyways..enough gyaan about dreams now..lets come back to reality..;)


Bad Boy in the Graveyard.

My feel good factor is riding too high. I now feel taller than amitabh bachan. Thanx to all my frnds and enemies who are accountable for what I am today. I don’t know whether im good or bad however, I can indisputably say that I have confidence in me. I see myself in the mirror and hum the song “hame tumse pyaar kitna , yeh hum nahi jaanthe…magar jee nahi sakthe, tumhare binaaa”. At the other end, im being a bad guy coz I'm not able to keep up the promises made as my professional life is a bit lopsided. Given a chance, couple o frnds are ready to bang me now. My intuition shows me various kinds’ o items which can be used to hammer on a target. I wasn’t able to meet a couple o my close friends who dashed to the US a few weeks back, missed my classmates wedding, didn’t make it to DB and worst o all things, I bought nothing for my parents with my first income. Now all these united forces make Preetam a bad guy.

Despite all these things my feel good factor is high..:D //you know why?? As the sky is so high..[pj’s to be excused ] . All the above mentioned effects were not intended, it just happened. Let’s understand it in the “matrix” version—it happened because it had to happen and im writing this post because I must write this post and you are reading this post because….yeah u got it right!! . Nonetheless, sorry to all those guys whose long term promises are at last out of order. Yes!! I’m completely responsible. To err is human; to forgive is not our company’s policy and thts the reason I couldn’t catch up with my chums. To sum up the whole thing – I the unwilling, led by the unqualified, am doing the impossible for the ungrateful.

The timings I work for are quite peculiar. We call it the “graveyard” shifts. Though the work done is same in both places (sleeping), thers loads of difference.

Graveyard: no one disturbs while ur asleep.
Office: everything is disturbing and thts the reason u sleep.
Graveyard: ppl get scared if u wake up
Office : you will get scared if u wake up..(boss is right in front o you).

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The happy news is..my shift timings will change next week. So the feel good factor is right up there. By the way amitabh bachan is feeling bad...someone’s feeling taller than him now. (metamorphically)


Screwing of the Average Man.

Working on a weekend is like watering plants in the rain. You are already sick and the work makes you even more mystified. I am traumatized to see few o my colleagues who are willing to work on every weekend. The only information I can give to such kinda ppl is… “In front there is crocodile festival”. In fact, I like to do everyone’s work excluding the work assigned to me coz jumbling stuff o others and preserving ur work by the book helps you to grow faster within the company.:p.

In any business we find people with diverse habits and to mingle with them is the most exciting element for me. Few days back there was young woman sitting next to me in the cab. She was talking over the phone and her tone was unforgiving. I speculated that she had an issue with her boyfriend. I dint notice her much until the level of her voice conquered the volume of my ipod. The cab driver was more interested in her issue as I could see the empathetic expressions on his face. In front o her there was one more guy whose entire time in the cab went away choosing between radio city and radio mirchi. Each time his hand goes fwd to tune the radio, it says…. “Radio mirchi…idhi chaala hot guruuu!!” and then he pulls his hand back.

On the other side o the world, life isn’t moving much. Personal life is stagnant as I barely get time to catch up with my friends. I miss our "STALWARTZ" adventures as each one in our cluster has started their professional paths in different directions. Im not sad, im worried coz im not sure of finding people in future who acknowledge me the way I am.Time changed radically over a couple o years.I learned a few, I lost a few. I pacify myself thinking that’s how life goes…now yet again I consider the statement...

Welcome to the realities of the world


cab aaya...saab ko bulao !!

My eyes open after the immense battle between my dreams and my ‘time’ conscious mind. I stare at my mobile beside me to read those messages and missed calls with my half-opened eyes. I run into the washroom after those few moments of untimely morning stupefaction to gratify all the wishes set by Mother Nature. My cab comes precisely when im relishing the heart o my brunch and the driver keeps sounding the horn until he sees me. a new driver comes in daily however all the drivers say the same dialogue when they see me “office cab…jaake saab ko bulao

Now... how on earth should I enlighten them that im the “saab” himself. In particular, it’s so difficult to comprehend their expressions which go along with a mystified smile when they say “achha!! Sorry… Aap hi ho kya?”. I reach my office approximately when the feeling of world-weariness starts taking over me. As I enter our campus I see many baffled faces trying their luck to get on board. I walk at a snails pace amidst them with a hope to find some familiar puzzled faces.

I enter our training room and the first thing I observe is our performance charts. They contain green stars for good performance, blue moons for improvement and black circles for a bad show. The stupendous part is that those stars, moons and circles were cut n colored by us. Now you know for what im being paid for. Later, I along with few o my batch mates start our dummy run for the “rendezvous”. samjha na…office mein humlog natak karela hai. A skit, directed by me and im putting in utmost efforts to make the skit similar in style to a RGV’s flick. however, when actual work starts the consequences are...

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I take ‘stress-breaks’ every 10 mins to keep my adrenalin levels high and for the cafeteria guy who can speculate my taste whenever I barge in. I reach home late night and I jump into my house, peek left n right, walk step by step so as to elevate suspicion in the heart of our colony watchman. The moment he starts running towards me i switch on the balcony light shouting "maaa ..open the door". muahahahah heights o sadism. At the end o the day, I don’t waste much time on work and I sternly follow the motto “all play n no work makes Preetam a happy guy :D”


dil pe math lo, haath mein lo...

Working in a mnc occasionally drives you crazy and you start missing the desi stuff. Therefore, at this juncture I go back again to relish all the desi fun I had. [inspired frm the movie hyderabad blues 2]

hitech-vitech baigan ko bolo
charminar ki biryani khaalo
koi kare agar G mein dhum
dil pe math lo haath mein lo

madina cafe mein baitke hilana..
waiter shouts "ek chai, theen empty laana"
houle phook phook ke langa jalare..
maakde thook thook ke pan chabare..

saw scene in the middle of koti
bunch of big goofs figthing for a potti..
next to me was a chicha in sherwani muttering "maki kirikiri yeh kya pareshaani"

hitech-vitech baigan ko bolo
charminar ki biryani khaalo
koi kare agar G mein dhum
dil pe math lo haath mein lo

potti pata ke la tour karne nikla
rickshaw mein do auntiyon ko dekha..
light maaringe bolke katta maare tho..
thappa marke potti boli.."ya wa dekha tho butta milenga tereku"

in the auto maaki dimag karab lecture
took her to golconda to do some time pass

gate kane gurkha bola..
andar jaane ko 50 , foto kichna hai tho 150..
foreigner hai tho 250, guide hona tho 350
agar ladki ke saath lafda wafda karne ka hai tho..........

hyderabad mein aisich hai yaaron..
sabkuch ham full lite lethe yaaron..

hitech-vitech baigan ko bolo..
charminar ki biryani khaalo..
koi kare agar G mein dhum..
dil pe math lo, haath mein lo..;)


relax'singh' ka button - part II

Arre maamu..nazar lag gaya yaar..mein pune gayaich nahi, hyderabad meich dhandha mil gaya….boletho bindaas hai ab ;) Yeh aaram ka maamla hai..!!!

Relax’singh’ is lot more comfy these days as he got a job in his home town. Now he doesn’t mind paying tht extra rupee for a masala dosa. But sadly, he now again becomes the heart o responsibility for all off beam things at home and his granny unpacked all those sweets and pickles which were crammed for him and she circulated them to all and sundry in the expanse.:(( .

Relax’singh’made quite a few friends at his new workplace and is having a blast out there. His flair got accredited on the third day itself for which he was given a silver dial. When coming back home he contentedly has forty winks in his cab eavesdropping to radio mirchi 95 fm ;).

His self-shot video of a ghost has been viewed 1,170 times with a rating -3/5 in just 45 days. ;) This news has just made him the happiest soul ever existing on earth.:P cya later alligators !!


relax-singh ka button !!

kya blogging bloggin kar raha hai bhai??..jab kuch haiich nai tho kya liku? arre..eda hai kya....acha le pad.!!!

apun jaldi pune jaarela dandha karne. woh kya hai na apun ka schedule thoda postpone hua hai, bhai se abhi confirmation aaneka hai..isliye ghar mein abhi machar maaron.

beacuse basically.., 22=91 or 99 which may vary according to climatic conditions.

samjha? nahi? bola na... kuch hai nai likne ko..khali time waste karrela hu ..

Till date I felt that I was the most bemused soul on earth but lately I apprehended that there r more mystifying ppl out there whose trade is to confuse others and they won’t befall conscious until the prey hits back. Somewhat like laloo’s cliché “they dint give me baillll…when I was in jaillll”. ;)

in a few days from now I’ll be joining my first job. Feeling mystified to some extent as I have to leave most of the things at the rear with the exception of those few nuts and bolts which guard my kudos. Now when the time has come ppl back home are making me giggle with their emotional terminology. The same lad whom they blasted for nearly twenty odd years for his summit of sluggishness now unexpectedly becomes a full-blown man.

Ma: tusi jaa rahe ho??
Me: yo mommy!!!

Their lingo seems like a foretaste of my death ceremonial. Dialogues like “Preetam was a good boy... never troubled a person.., he helped us a lot...now hes leaving” :(( makes me snigger and amidst all these state of affairs stands this tiny-winy small lad looking up to those faces and shouting … “im alive”!!! arre yaar mein sirf pune ja raha hoon!!

on the other hand my granny is busy packing jalebi, rasgolla, achaar..n all that stuff which are subjected to leak only when we travel.

tho ab samjah na story ko?..aaj wednesday hai!!..aur 4 dhin...isliye bola re..ghar mein sunday tak machar marna hai..aur suna ki pune ke machar bhi kafi interesting hote hai..tereko maloom hai tho thoda help kar..chal bahut pad liya ab kisak yaha se..bye


from me...

I am coming. That is all I can declare now. It is a fresh start. Lately I became conscious that I’ve been trotting around the same hedge plant which offered a zilch to me. I recognize it’s going to take a moment or two to straighten out. All these days I was a water plant panting in a desert. My life was parallel to…

Eena meena deeka, daai damonica, dai daka laka maka rampam poosh rampam poosh. :P .

It’s not an Achilles' heel…it’s a good thing. Everyone has to go through it eventually for sure. Silence in reality is spooky…speak out. At the same time, I am glad to have cronies who are giving me a defined support. Affected mannerisms do not last long my dear!!! It’s about being wide of the mark and not being unethical, things would have been on a different platform then. So.., all I wanna do issssssssss…

bicycle !!! bicycle !!! I want to ride my bicycle…I want to ride my bike. On your marks!! Get set…. go !!! :D *tring tring*


eyes eyes baby !!!

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder…

Im the beholder and beauty is in my eyes, in fact eye. I need not shut an eye to aim a point now. Populace are more excited to see me rite now but how long will it last?? If it dies then is my fame at stake?

Few say it’s like a tomato and some term it a squash ball. It’s hard… sweating its shit out. I’ve taken great care to destroy its shape and size. It’s a pain to have it but when fame adds to it, it’s a pleasure. I believe people see the most ugliest thing more number o times than the most beautiful thing coz beauty is boring n ugly is fun ;) :P now you know the grounds why we had a tale on the “ugly duckling”.

Whats ugly?? If something’s weird or obnoxious then is it called ugly?? Well..i donno the counter. Now coming back to the tomato, it boomed four days ago and its mounting by the day. When the world sleeps, it turns my head into a dance floor and when it sleeps, im busy dancing to get the shit out of it.

Now you might be wondering what crap is this dumbo talking bout…well!! It’s a squash ball doped with mango juice.

It isn’t cute, its ugly and to me ugly is beautiful. The story is all about my beautiful eye boil folks..:)


Dinner time...

jo dar gaya so mar gaya

I was just shooting while driving thru a wooded area at dark ., out of the blue a tree in the expanse turns red and suddenly a flicker o lite with a creepy noise hits the glass of our car . Me n my friends went anesthetized for few mins !!! i cudnt shoot further., I'm not saying it's spirit or watever thing., but., its real weird., creepy n cool ! so i thought I'l share it with u.

Click here for the video footage

here r some snapshots frm the jungle..:P

the same rock wich u see in the video initially

now u decide!!!

ps: the video is completely original. no graphics involved.


Seven on the rocks !!!

Yo …back to blogging after 10 eventful dayz. Bundle o stuff turnd out during these few dayz . Those days are back again!! Freaking out, cramming, self-seeking acts…:P harmonizing all o them in chorus is amusing.

My topical outing was to chilkur temple n we had oodles o fun. Credit to vamsi who made the sunlight hours all the more stirring with his oddball vision. Winding no: 11 at the shrine we set out to the nearby Gandipet Lake. It wil be a zilch if I try to put in words as to what turned out there sooo….scroll down for the pictographic version. ..:P

whos head is it anyway...

Was not as tough as we thot…turnd out fine in very first capture.

I guess now u folks recognize the grounds as to why gandipet had a good deal o water in it lately …:P

…and those lucky people who can make out stars even in the morning sky..:P

We don’t pull legs…instead we pull trees..:P

The angry tree monsters come to life....

thats it...GAME OVER !!!

deep put his feet up for a while..

Lastly, vamsi got his tribute for his eccentric ingenuity.



A Day in the life of an Engg student.

6:30 -> Wake up and lie awake in bed.
6:31 -> Realize how much you spent on last night's dinner, means financial crisis, no eating out for the next 2 weeks.
7:00 -> Wake up suddenly with heart in mouth when you realize you didn't hit the snooze button--you turned it off.

7:01 -> Fall asleep again.
7:44 -> Wake up with heart in mouth again.
7:45 -> Ready to go to college, will shave tommorrow, will eat early brunch which we neva like.

8:15 -> arrive college.
8:20 -> Depression: sick lectures to attend.
9:00 -> For jumpstart: go to the canteen.

9:05 -> blast the food u order; promise yourself to call up the owner and ask for your money back. Wonder why they would believe you.
9:33 -> Start mugging out loads of stuff that may be vaguely related to your work.
9:41 -> Early morning stupefaction. Mutter racist comments to yourself about your lecture.

9:43 -> Curse your lecture in a low tone he would not comprehend. Feel good about him not grasping English well.
9:58 -> Finger everyone in the department and most people half way around the world (using the "finger" command, of course)
10:19 -> Feel sleepy, should not have stayed late online last night.

10:31 -> Momentary panic attack!!!!!!!!!!!!
10:43 -> Edit .plan file. write a shell program to edit .plan more easily.
10:59 -> Drop in at hod's room and borrow something you don't need & and kinda make him aware you are working hard on your project.

11:05 -> Perverted daydreams
11:11 -> gossip news. Mid-morning yawn time.
11:34 -> Start writing junk at a very high key-in rate to pretend you are working hard as your lecturer passes by from outside.

11:35 -> Press the BackSpace key for one and a half minutes until all the garbage you wrote in is erased. Realize that you can write more than 256 characters per half minute.
11:41 -> Flirt with the new girl in the department.
11:45 -> Print out some slides for afternoon's draft + presentation.

11:47 -> Print them again, you forgot to change the date from last presentation.
11:49 -> Print another copy in case this one gets lost.
11:51 -> Completely forget about sueing the canteen.

12:15 -> Hunger pangs:
12:20.-> Drink a not-so-cold generic can of drink. Ch-Ching, count how much u just saved .
1:00 -> Group Meeting with lecturer.

1:51 -> lecturer hands you the reddened copy of your draft for corrections.
1:51:02 -> The 49 second urge to murder the lecturer begins!!
1:51:52 -> Realize that he controls your assistantship/grade/ graduation possiblity/graduation date/all job opportunities and the rest of your life.

1:52:53 -> Thank him
1:52:54 -> Thank yourself for not saying something stupid to your lecturer
1:53:00 -> splitting headache #1

2:06 -> More generic cola.
2:30 -> Sit through the class you were told to sit through.
2:39 -> Look outside the window make unrealistic plans to quit this degree program and take up a job. Wonder why blonde girls are so pretty.

3:06 -> Worry about never graduating. Time to write a letter--NOT! No time for that.
3:43 -> Watch the clock. Make plans to do a all-nighter tonite. Vow to watch only 2 TV programs.
4:58 -> Notice lecturer leave.

4:58:01 -> Sudden sense of freedom.
5:05 -> roads are waiting. attack.!!!
9:00 -> Come home.

9:01 -> The hard working grad student you are, you have to come home late at night
9:03 -> Check electronic mail. chk offlines. Decide it would be a good time to attack those orkutting sites. dicuss philosophy with frnds on how bored u got.
10:11 -> Begin documentation; Realize you need references. Realize its too late today to go to the library. Sudden feeling of having wasted the day.

10:49 -> Sudden feeling of possibly having to waste the night, decide to turn in early and come back very early tommorrow morning. Decide to play a game on the system to put yourself in a good mood.
11:15 -> Play game after game after game to improve your score and get on the scoreboard. Realize that your counterpart is still at number 6, two notches above you on the scoreboard.
12:20 -> Play until you beat your counterpart into the 7th place. A sense of achievment!! Yes, today was not wasted!!

2:04 -> Forget about getting up early. Turn the phone ringer off and go to sleep.


The Other Side of Crap

Express wat understand how long no way will it ever come true or false hehe smile how is my question the question wat can be done or leave it cant stop go on think will u ever know my foot change changed changing I want it never came wil come? No wonder but how shit whos wrong answer no wher enuf of it try seeing wat more show off acting is not me. Nanofiltration refresh but its crap why? Weird but true the end of era wil come over anytime cant accept its not right im not rite? No understand but get it happy more than anything impossible is wat I know. See once not satisfied go back true change open talk no good say feel bad no relation…………refresh blank !!!


Tit for Tat

28 march 2006
The Hindu- Hyderabad edition
Frontpage Headline


policemen beating fisherman at gangavaram on monday following a clash over stalling of work on the private port.


28 march 2006
The Times of India- Hyderabad edition
Frontpage Headline


this was the picture posted by the times...enraged fisherman besiege a cop and thrash him with sticks at gangavaram.

Two diff newspapers- two diff pictures...now that's tit for tat ;)


The re-union

Well...it’s not exactly replication but reading a couple o blogs with this kinda topic inspired me to write this post.

It was 25th of March 2006 n I was driving my way to sam’s plc. My heart was playing the tunes of joy coz it was a get-together with all o my cherished frnds. I was reuniting with them after a break o 4 yrs. Read on…

Right frm pani-puri to pepperoni, we had it all. Our motto was simply defining new styles of fun. Regardless of how many words I put, it’s still unparalleled to the fun we had. I can neva blank out those dayz of my life. Infact those wer the best dayz of my life…befor breakin into this song...

Following the conventional English of maintaining the alphabetical order.. lemme have the privilege to introduce them to you..

Jawahar Lal.

very composed and reserved. A scatterbrain and a chatterbox he is not. Don't expect this man to bare his soul when he first meets you. He can be so courtly, courteous, and considerate, you half expect him to ask you to dance the Virginia Reel. There's no question that he's a romantic dreamer, yet he's so sensible and practical. Hes true to him¬self. His nature never deviates from its basic mold, despite the changes of expression that play on his features. Yet, at other times he can be as funny as an orangutan with the hiccups. No wonder you don't know whether to give him a cold shoulder or a warm hug.

Krishna Kishore

the pulling leg...center o target. Keeping up with him may be tiring, but keep up you'd better. has a way of leaving the snails behind and not glancing back. He'll probably look and act younger than springtime, which is all very delightful, but his youthful aura may carry over into his mental and emotional attitudes until he's matured, which won't be early in life.:P..kiddin. He doesn't talk much right away? He's not openly exuberant and pushy? Yes, I know one, too. But take my word for it, if you could see inside that hard head, you would discover that his brain is spinning at approximately two hundred revolutions per second.

Karthik T.U

Though I don’t know much about him personally but all I can say is..hes damn lively n enthusiastic. Good at satires , this man lives almost entirely on a practical, material level, and he has little use for the abstractions of storybook romance. hes a blend of sharp intellect and solid earth. He can be detached enough to break lots of hearts with a cool kind of flirting, but his critical analytical sense and his fastidious discrimination seldom allow these frequent excursions to leave the platonic arena. Too complicated rite??...:P
Once he's decided it's for real, however, he'll declare himself with touching simplicity. :)


When Gray wrote the lines about a flower "born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air," he certainly wasn't describing rakesh. You might see this man basking in the bright sunlight, and you may find him making flowery speeches, but it won't be in the solitude of the desert. Most likely it will be on a stage or in front of a circle of adoring friends and relatives. He may waste money, but he's not about to waste his sweetness in the empty air. There will always be an audience. Inside, his passions are as red hot as that stove you burned your hand on when you were three or four years old and getting into things out of your reach. This man may also be out of reach. He's sizzling underneath his deceptively controlled manner. Don't touch. Ever jovial n funny. He makes me laugh even wen hes angry.


Naturally, he's optimistic. There's always that day when a rock is a rock and tinfoil is tinfoil, but he recovers quickly from such crushing blows. He's lucky. He discriminates against dishonesty, but that's about all, which is why he has so many friends and well-wishers. He looks beyond the external appearance of people for a truer, intrinsic value. Not that he doesn't have enemies. People who have been stung by his frank remarks may glare at him and feel like strangling him, but they usually come around to realizing his harmless intent. u rock dude !!! :D


can be as cranky as a crocodile with poison ivy, and his habit of rationalizing everything, including love, will drive you to frenzy-or leave you limp with defeat. If you try to run, he'll persuade you to stay with such logical, intelli¬gent arguments you couldn't hope to top them unless you graduated from Harvard Law School. In addition to using his unmatched reasoning powers on you, he'll turn so sweet and gentle you'll forget the frustrating inconsistencies of his nature that upset you before. Then he'll smile at you and something will happen inside. This man is usually so lucky it's disgusting and illegal. He could go prospecting in the hills, bring back a bag of rocks, find out they're not gold, cry awhile, then discover they're uranium. If you pick up that shiny object at your feet near the subway grating, it will be a piece of tinfoil from an old chewing gum wrap¬per. If he picks it up, it will be a chip from the Hope Diamond Harry Winston dropped when he was hailing a cab.


Hes known for his pakau jokes..out n out cool dude..he can be everything you want him to be- or everything you don't want him to be. Has got a real Sweet heart …gals watch out !! [NO VACANCY]


He has exquisite taste, he's loaded with witty remarks, and his compliments are masterpieces of warm sincerity. Usually a master of impeccable manners and social adroitness, he keeps the party moving in more ways than one..If you meet him first at a social affair where he's per¬forming his fascinating multiple personality act, you haven't a chance. You'll be convinced he's the most ex¬citing, interesting, intelligent man you've ever come across. No one could quarrel with that analysis. He probably is. It's no wonder you're excited and impressed

finally...it's me.

c ya later alligator !!! :P


Nature Calling...

To all those grubby minds out there- this isn’t the “call” which you and I grace our presence day after day. Think pure for a while..:P

For no reason, I woke up before the cockcrow today and I was keen to do something atypical on my part. So, I did meditation tagged on by few basic exercises. I tried my level best to craft my show usual to each one at home but my trial botched. To begin with, my granny n mom didn’t believe their eyes. Secondly, they both were awe-struck and open-mouthed with two fingers on their chin coz generally, I feel the time stuck between my momma nagging and me getting up frm bed is like.… “the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the stupid vehicle honking behind u !!!”----quoted by ron.

I gave a mysterious look at both o them, as though the exercise was a part o my daily routine n I set out out for jogging. The sky was clear n I relished the fresh breeze mixed with dew. The song - it’s a new world, it’s a new start….ringed in my mind. my adrenalin boosted up n the entire mood around was very hale and hearty. I comprehended how much I failed to spot daily by getting up late. a kinda feeling which u wil relish wen u set out. From birds chirping to leaves rustling, everything was so pleasing to hear at tht point o time. I jogged for about half an hour and was back home with a contented look on my face.

Ah !!…ok!!! Now u can turn on ur dirty minds to speculate the subsequent part of nature calling. ;)


lights off...colors on...action!!!

Mein tho rasthe se jaa raha tha…
Mein tho ladki ko dekh raha tha….
Mein tho rasthe se jaa raha tha, ladki ko dekh raha tha, citee bajaa raha tha..
Tujphe holi giri tho main kya karu.
Tujphe anda gira tho main kya karu.

The more colored ur…the betr u’ve played. This day, the man with more color wins.

I was merrily sitting in my loggia watching ppl dance, run, shout n splatter colors on each other. The street was so eventful, even stray dogs were in pink. Every face gave the impression of a watermelon with white seeds.

Trimly dressed up, I was blooming with contentment until our doorbell rang ---*ding-dong *. Wen I unlocked the door…. splasssssssssshhhhhhhhh !!!! pria n I were pulled out with no more ado...now its palpable for u to speculate the subsequent part o the story. Aur mohe tu rangede basanti yaara mohe tu rang de basanti

An hour later ppl on the street looked at me with a huge smug on their face and I felt like the ugly duckling”. The guy who compared ppl with watermelon was a squeezed tomato now. Wen I enterd home the response I got frm my mom was somewhat like…“who ru? Preetams nt here.”. Hearing her say tht tears rolled down my cheeks…..nahi!!! maaa mujhe bhool gayi?? :(…. Those tears cleaned my face a bit n then my mom was able to make me out…:P I ran towards her in slow motion with a big grin on my face. My teeth evidently illustrated tht I used pepsodent.

She jerked me into the restroom n it was after my bath I realized tht I forgot to take in my towel…ab kya??...bas khel khatam…dukaan bandh..

Happy holi..:)


Mountain....or .....Molehill???

So many different people
So many different kinds

All the different people

All their different minds
All their different ways

It would take a lifetime to explain
Not one's exactly the same

Look at me, I'm a person
Look at me, I'm my own person

So many different people
So many different kinds
For better or for worse, different people

"Normal is boring" is what i believe..

Saw special kinds, met unusual kinds but for what’s different for us is routine for them. Know what I mean???

Ill tell u abt a girl who’s jus an untailored friend to me. We r not close enuf to split personal stuff but all I can say is we are steady friends. Recently, when I was chatting with her she told me about a few far-fetched facts allied to her. They were indeed weird and wonderful for me but custom for her. She articulates… "I was brought up tht way"...…jus have a fleeting look at our tete-?-tete..

preetam: aur kya chalra?
preetam: saw rang de?
xxxxx: well......I don't watch hindi /telugu movies
preetam: huh?? kyon?
xxxxx : I watch english more b'cos i get to watch them on tv
preetam: ok..so goin to theaters n stuff is rare?///
xxxxx : To tell u a more mind boggling thing about me......I've never been to a theatre
preetam: *surprised*
preetam : cmon u mus b kiddin..
preetam : *surprised*
preetam : nt even once???
preetam : n y?
xxxxx : we were brought up that way...
preetam :*raised eyebrow*
preetam : huh???
xxxxx : that's good in a way.......ur mind dosen't get corrupted with unnecessary things
preetam : hmm no words.
xxxxx : *wink*
preetam : rare to find..no no...i guess 1 in a trillion
xxxxx : *tongue*
preetam : u nvr get enticed?
preetam : i gues u nvr bunked coll also then?
xxxxx : c'mon......I did
xxxxx : u must be saying that b'cos u met just me...but there are many people out there just like me...
preetam : hm may be...
preetam : u never ate pani puri? :p (faalthoo question)
preetam : hehe..:p
xxxxx : I don't fancy eating pani puri
preetam : *surprised* (coz I loooove pani-puri and Hyderabad ka so called cutlis..:p)
xxxxx : now where does bunking college and watching films coincide?
preetam : i mean freakin out wid frnds n watchin movies kinda stuff
xxxxx : ok...nobody will even ask me just for the sake of asking also...b'cos they know that their words will fall on deaf ears
preetam : no words again...
preetam : intersting gal...
preetam : *wink*
xxxxx : ok......
preetam : feels good to have diff kinda frnds. :)
preetam : good frnds i mean
xxxxx : ya.....anything out of the usual way will definitely be interesting
preetam : hmm
preetam : ny more strange facts???
xxxxx : *laugh*

Unbelievable???............................believe it!!! : p

Now...I donno how u guys consider this chat but I was truly flabbergasted. A student who doesn’t fancy eating pani-puri or ny kinda hard shoulder junk is all right but whos neva been to a theatre previously… n on the other hand completely receiving pleasure from her life…n of course I know, eating pani-puri n going to theaters is not the only type of gratification…but still?? These are the regular stuff which most o us do I suppose…coz here in hyd we don’t have too many options to freak out…wat say??...

I mean…wher do u hit upon people…more than ever students with such frame of mind… …is it a fine fixation or is she truly ceiling herself??...well!! You and I are not a soul to decide tht.
Seems like she’s contented bout the way she is…....or may be im jus making a mountain out of a molehill.

nyways… dear xxxxx…jus chk out pvr cinemas if u get time…real good theater..:p

PS: sorry xxxxx if I markd anything wrong…no intention to hurt. In fact, im impressed coz ur one of a kind. Way to go :)


searching....google !!!

Hey folks…as promised by Bill Gates, Microsoft has launched its new search engine, which is more effective, reliable and accurate than Google. It was a secret launch!! It is so proficient that is doesn’t tolerate any other search engines to contend. :p :p …

Ladies and gentlemen!! pls acknowledge the expertise of MSN search (version 2) …

This came into sight when I typed www.google.com in the address bar and the page was automatically re-directed to msn search….Beware folks!! Don’t be zapped if someone comes up to you and asks… “What’s Google?” :p


's'train no: 7022-- Da'r'kshin 'v'express


(part one -- prev post)

After that, we beseeched and told the tc that we were prepared to shell out a few extra bucks if he could show us a way out…we meant a “sweetener”. He candidly asked us to get off at the subsequent station or pay money for a fresh ticket. We had no other alternative except buying a fresh ticket, and since it was not love tht cud get us tickets, ….we had 2 put in money...U must be thinking thts so damn obvious… well it wasn’t obvi when we shopped 4 a Taj mahal repli nor was it obvious wen we watched movies, had delicious food n comfortable place to stay in..or buy loads of dvd’s in the chorbazaar …bottom line..no money ..no journey…but ..but..lucky tht we were..(the only day in my life..i cud sense luck..otherwise it sucks like my blog..:D) had enuf left jussss to get a sleeper clas ticket.

N  to  get tht one’s gotta go al the way to the sleeper n pursue the tc until he concedes…well tc ko pursue karna to ham par chod do..but the sleeper was past few bogies n a pantry car n the link was shut..so the only way out was to get off here n get in there …


 Coz …wen askd how long  the train would stop in the next station, the tc replied   “ shaayad do minute ya usse bhi kam”. We were dumb struck ,how on earth wud an 80 yr old sick granny walk so far in 2 min.??!!..We pleaded the tc to let us  get down at a main station to make it ezy for  our granny .Alas!  Our requests were futile and the only go was to get her to cross those bogies in TWO MINUTES . Now wat??

Next station arrived and I immediately ran with the bags (2 bags n 2 cases) into the sleeper section, snehith was helping granny to walk. By hook and eye, we made it within those couple o minutes. The train dint start n fortunately the tc was in the same bogie we got in, we explained our sad state of affairs. Then came another bouncer…the tc said “I can give u a new ticket but u gotta have a general ticket first” we askd him as to  wh er the hell can we get tht ticket wen the train is bout to leave?? He said “ im sorry but u must have it to get a fresh ticket”. Without uttering a word, snehith ran onto the platform to get the general ticket. …The train was on the last platform and snehith had to go to the primary platform by crossing an over bridge to get the general ticket. At that juncture, my heart shrunk, my legs were wobbling coz the train wud start anytime and if he misses?? Gosh!! Now I had to do something…nything…(sensible ofcourse) I askd granny to get off the train coz if snehith missed , we wud go astray. We both got off again and snehith as no wher visible. The green flag waved and the train shot off its smoke. I looked up at the heavens and wen I looked down I saw snehith running towards us. With no more thots I helped granny to get in. snehith n I boarded jus wen the train started. Snehith was panting like hell. We sat next to the tc to wind up the lingering paperwork. The tc, Saala then asked for a sweetener to confirm our berths….aaarrgghhh!! We had no more nerves to fight it out…n so we gave him his carrot.

Phew!!! And so our 's'train in the “da(r)k”shin ‘v’express came to an end.

PS: The guy is Durga Prasad…the tc from Delhi to Jhansi of Dakshin express. Media n police!! Pls check this man.


's'train no: 7022 -- Da'r'kshin 'v'express


We were in agra doing the mahal of the Taj. Out of the blue, things lost control.

Date: 27-02-06
Place: Agra
Train: AP Express
Scheduled Arrival: 0530 hrs

Snehith and I got down from the train at 0600 hrs, half an hour later than the scheduled arrival. We directly went to the hotel room we had booked. After having a bath, we met our granny who was staying in Dayalbagh , asked her to pack her bags n be ready by the next day. In fact, we set out for agra to bring her back here as she was under the weather. So, after informing her we set out to “Do the mahal of the Taj”

Date: 28-02-06
Place: Agra
Train: Dakshin Express
Scheduled Arrival: 0035hrs

 The train was late by forty minutes. We three got into our compartment ‘AS1’and to our surprise we saw that our berths were already occupied by someone else. I was zapped to c the same numbers on the occupants’ tickets.  As expected, the ticket collector came and our conversation was something like this
Me: excuse me! We have a problem.
Tc (nodding his head):  yea wat?
Me: we got same berth numbers printed on our tickets
Tc( checking our tickets): what is today’s date?

Me: 28th

Tc: what’s time?
Me: 0045hrs
then today’s 1st .
Me: uh..oh!! holy shit!!
Tc: I’m sorry. Your train left yesday.

Our minds went void …. we were clueless. We were supposed to board the train on 27th midnight, i.e. early hours of 28th and luk wher we find ourself a day later… on 28th midnight, i.e. early hours of 1st
The tc politely askd us to get our bumps off the train… know what happened next???
Wait for part 2. :)


college-istyle !!!

STATUTORY WARNING: If you are a parent of an engineering student, please exit.

Hmmm…was back to college after a long break and with new faces around, for the first time I felt that girls (juniors & sub-juniors only) of our college were more striking than the girls of adjoining colleges. I wondered wher are all the regular faces I used to see a few years ago. It felt like I was in a museum, everything old yet new to me. A few new months to go and that is it.

Now steal a look at all the gobbledygook facts of our college.

It’s the Line of attack to our college, not a snap frm the movie ROAD. Now bachon, all o u turn right n pull out ur binoculars coz along this highway we can have a glimpse of Ramoji film city ,Sanghi temple and Mount Opera.

* Our bus has a lot of history in the wake of it, Came into reality before Christ n im sure it will run even after I die. Anyone who is spellbound after reading the subsequent performance characteristics can contact our transport incharge.

1. Engine breakdown... at least a couple o times a week n brake failure is a passtime. look wat our driver's gotta say “arey highway par brakes ki kya zaroorat hei!!”

2. If you wanna go before time then this bus is not for you. A regular exercise is necessary to build up ur strength. When the bus breaks down, you wil routinely know how ur strength will be useful. Zoor lagake aissaahh!!!

* Lecturers call it "classroom" and we call it "the round-table".

The hometown of non-sense, even a lizard passing by is news bulletin for us (esp for girls).

Once our lecturer was busy giving notes on “ Electric seam welding” (encircled below) n I was busy drawing...ehem!! ehem !! ;p

The aftermath… :(

* Chow time!! Our canteen, wher flies eat our food more than we do.

The regular food i used to have, took immense effort to make sure no fly entered d zone while taking this snap.

pet bhar dekh liya?? ..chal ab yeh dekh…

The truth is out. Resting on the bench is reasonably bumpy .Respect ur lecturers!! sleep outside d class.

The Suicide point.- 3rd floor.

Our basketball court n its die-hard fan. Bechara game ko dekh raha tha aur beech mein khadi hui deewar par chad gaya. His desire to fly came true that day. : p

Our college is bordered by huge hills and its "high time" for us weneva we go trekking..

That's all folks.
c ya later alligator!!! : p