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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. Engi…

look who's angry...

*tring* *tring* *tring*

It’s back. I presume the affiliates of the devdas group ( chk feb14 post for details on this grp) might have started tagging ppl on this topic. Ive been tagged by kk n this time its all about

I hate ? People who always ring up on my landline number when im sleeping even when they have my cell number.

I hate ? boys who shed tears to woo girls. Why bend so low?. Make them run behind u lad. Be a man!! Mard ban.!! ;-p what say gals??

I hate ? people with affected traits. Be original and when u say something… please for god’s sake mean it.

I hate ? swaggers.

I hate ? People who show off their bighead. Intelligence is not everything. These kinda ppl act as if they know the whole lot and often misguide. Why edify when they r not sure?? Appearances are absolutely deceptive in this case.

I hate ? sms n offlines we get like "send this stuff to 10 people and you will find your love within 24 hrs”

I hate ? people who drive sloppily n look at us as if they r the masters in …

My Daddy strongest.

Yo dad!!! Congratulations!!!

Hey folks… my dad won an award from The Common Wealth Broadcasting Association for best quality correspondence and the award was presented by World Bank. He was chosen amid 55 other entrants in his category across the globe. His subject was on a small country village in Andhra Pradesh which illustrates on how its inhabitants rehabilitated their desolate land into a prolific land and sowed crops fruitfully with their labors.

Now bearing all this in mind I remember an old adage in telugu which undeniably drives me into the scenario n declares “punditha putra parama sunta” :(

Once again…great goin dad. We r all proud o you. Arey bhai zara zoor se taaliyan tho maro…

The Dead "I"

How does it feel like to be on your side?
So much to offer yet so much to hide
So serene – like a Queen you are raging within
A life of purity in a strange world full of sin

Untouchable lower you gaze
So aware of all their evil ways
We’ve all known craving since time began
Temptation taking hold of modern man

Untouchable it’s hard to believe
Hiding away so that no-one can see
I know you’ll find all your measures in vain
They’ll all be looking at you, just the same…

Behind the veil, burns fire

Bemused?? u don’t have to be coz I dint carve those lines.

We breathe in a world where each soul is evaluated. The wrong gets castigated and the good gets eulogized. Yet scores of stuff, both good and bad transpire behind the veil. We all do it and we all know it. Regardless of how unwrapped you are, I feel ther is a delicate side to every individual which is concealed.

Few attempt their best to bury this side and few end up showing. Lately what I’ve learned is regardless of how deep you think u buried this…

Yehi hai right choice baby!!

Silencesssshhh!! U might alarm those lovers who had just taken their weight off in some corner. Yes, it’s their day n all o you know its essence so jus leave them alone n read on…

Happy Valentines Day readers…

So how many of u kno the basis behind we rejoicing this day??. hehe don’t fret, I’ll not explicate d old stuff. I feel it’s humdrum to know n well thanx to that great man who kept us on track. Now let’s steal a look on what populaces do on this day….. (Married couples barred in this survey) :-p

Style 1

Ladies n gentlemen, pls put your hands together for Romeo n Juliet. folks who come under this class r made for love. Bombulu padina, baabulu edirinchina ther’s no end to them. U need to have guts + luck to fit in to this class. This class of ppl rock from top to bottom and tang all the ingredients of the day.

Style 2

Confused but still going. I feel majority of them fall under this class. They are not clear in mind to label it love or to call it quits but they stil move in concert. At …

Free o soul, free o mind !!!

My eyes leisurely unlocked n I looked at d timepiece which was about to mark eleven n akin to every hyderabadi, felt like subah-subah. The Garfield poster in my space says… “I can…but I won’t” makes me feel even more slothful. If given an option my dad would b the first one to nick it into bits. Got down n I at a snail's pace toddled into d restroom…anyone who would see my face will effortlessly guess I had a heavy night . My hair gave d notion of a porcupine existing in a bird’s nest.  After finishing a t?te-?-t?te with natural world, I sat in front of my pc listening to na koi padne waala, na koi sikhne waala. I opened my webpage n tried to modify the design template of it. I tried various templates but none o they awed me….each guy has his own view so I lastly made up my wits n thot it’s easier said than done to pls all and sundry n i went back to square one. Egotism isn't good but in some cases and situations it’s an obligation... tats what I believe in and thts wht kept m…

Hours of Darkness...

It was midnight and i was watching a horror movie. My dad warned me not to view it but i was stubborn n watched it after he was having forty winks. While i was watching the movie i felt someone moving at my back...then i heard strange sounds(though windows wer not fluttering) occurred two-three times...the voltage dropped n i heard sound of foot steps behind....oooooooooo

By now I was scared n I rushed into my bedroom and slammed the door. The dark enveloped me, but i didn’t need to be scared; I had God by my side.

I askd god “I’ll be safe in here. Right?”

I sat down on my bed. My eyes started to adjust to the dark, and I could see the faintest ray of light creeping in from under the door. My heart was pounding so hard I could here it in his ears. I strengthened my grip on d pillow beside.

“It stinks in here,” I whispered. “Smells like pee.”

It did smell like pee. Nevertheless, I pretended not to notice that I had wet myself—I wasn’t a baby anymore, and big boys do not pee themselv…