Sunday, 6 November 2011


            Every person in the world will have manias of some sort or the other in his/her life. Mania can be anything a person is highly obsessed with. It can be either for a person, place, food or a thing. It varies from  person to person according to their tastes; it varies with time, age of a person and the environment in which he was brought up. Of all the manias of life, the ones of childhood are rather puerile, immoderate and extremely squeaky-clean compared to other phases of life.
            Even I have had many such manias in my child-hood. The very first thought of them cracks a smile on my face. The first thing which fascinated me was‘Tom and Jerry’ show on cartoon network channel. I used to watch each and every episode of it and guffaw with delight at the sight of the way Jerry escapes from Tom. Slowly I got addicted to the other shows like Popeye, Richie Rich etc on CN and Mr. Bean on Pogo; they became my favorite channels. I was so crazy about Popeye character that, I started eating raw curry leaves thinking that it was spinach and used to imitate him by showing off my muscles and singing the title song of that show. 

           The days were passing and then came a new innovation in CN by name ‘Pokemon’. I instantly got connected to it and started adoring the show. I used to play cards of Pokemon, remember names and ranks of fauna of the show.Developers of the show raised the hype even more by  releasing tazos with cheetos(snacks) which made kids to buy them just for tazos. I used to get disappointed when I get a tazo which I already had and curse the manufacture of chetos. I made a huge collection of tazos and  used to play guessing-games with kids of my colony. I had a feeling that having more tazos as a great honor.

           Slowly the mania drifted to an even more exciting show ‘bey-blade’ which raised the madness to a different level. I remember myself buying an assembled bey-blade, competitions on roof of the buildings resembling the show with the bey-blades. It used to be a thrilling experience holding the launcher of bey-blade and imagining myself as Tyson (a character in the show). Apart from cartoons, I was a freak of W.W.E, cricket, video games, Maggi noodles which can be prepared in a jiff often served as break fast.
           The memories of myself playing cricket even in the hazy days of summer, earbashings from neighbors for breaking their glass windows, indoor games, loony things which I did and the touchy behavior I had are unforgettable. They all make me feel nostalgic and arouse a desire to pause in my present, go back to past and cherish all those moments.  
---- Vinay

Tuesday, 20 September 2011


         I'm back with yet another sweet memory of my life. There has been some gap between my last post and this post due to the never ending mid examinations in my college. We are not yet done with the exams though, but due to the series of Telangana holidays, I got time to spend on this.

         There is a custom in engineering colleges that seniors should give freshers to juniors. I flabbergasted when our seniors denied giving us fresher’s party due to a footling reason in which we were not involved! My friends in the other colleges telling about experience of their freshers party added fuel to the fire and I was green with envy. “Who the hell are they (our seniors) to give us freshers!”  I thought and so, we ourselves had arranged one party and had fun. Though I was positive, some where deep inside my heart there was a pain that we were not given fresher’s party. Unlike our seniors we wanted to continue the tradition(lucky juniors!) and we gave them the party in cuba pub, banjarahills just before the 2nd internals of our 2 – 2. The event was named as elixir which means, a substance which is usually a liquid, with a magical power to cure the ills.
        The day came and we were supposed to reach by 10 a.m. Ritu and I were the first ones to reach the place. As we were the opening hosts, we were excited and so reached early. Soon every one started coming and by 11’o clock the event was started. The pub was spacious enough for us and it had an amazing dance floor. I was hosting for the first time and I was rather much excited. The atmosphere was very much colorful and I felt happy to see all my classmates outside the college that too in a single place, pub (oh my god!) for having fun which was very much exotic. I could see every one was boisterous and it was a great sight to watch. The event started with intro where juniors gave their introduction, gave roses to their friends and crushes. It was followed by lunch. I was done with my anchoring after first two hours and it was superb,an  awesome experience.

       During the lunch every one was busy in chit chatting and taking photos. After the lunch there were some interesting contests for juniors like paper dance etc and the most awaiting part, dj started soon after the events. Every one started moving their feet around. Unity, which never featured in my class except during bunking: P appeared on that day in every one with the motto to enjoy to the fullest. I basically love dancing and I literally went mad that day. It was during dj I felt every one broke their ice and there was no discrimination at all; for the first time, I loved my class. I almost danced with every one.When we were panting after dancing with high spirits for some time, we relaxed for a while having soft drinks and went back dancing. Sahil and I dancing with Sushmitha (visually challenged) is unforgettable. The dance which I did sitting on the Srinavas’s shoulders and the couple dance with Meghnath are some other memorable moments. In fact every second of that day was memorable and is very much fresh in my memory. At the end of dj every one was drenched with sweat. The dj was followed by the presentation of gifts, mementos and the prestigious Mr. Fresher and Miss fresher. It followed by a photo session of  juniors and seniors. At last, every one left from the place with all the aches to the legs due to continuous dancing.The event was impeccable and a grand success. Though the event was ephemeral, it became a long lasting memory in my life.

       Dedicated to the folks of ECE’09 batch.  

Sunday, 21 August 2011


       I was a student who had never been away from parents staying in the hostel till my intermediate first year. I used to have a feeling that the students studying in the hostels will have ample time left with them as they need not travel up and down from home to college. In the intermediate second year I got a chance among the so called “peer batch” of my class to stay in hostel. Our principle Baji sir showed us a movie of future and the facilities we are  gonna get in hostel  which consisted of most amusing thing  in the form of results which he was expecting us to get. It made us think of utilizing the opportunity. Some were not interested to grab the opportunity so they dropped. As I used to have some assumptions I was very much excited to experience the hostel life. Although my parents insisted me that I can’t stay in hostel, I some how convinced them to let me go. The batch consisted of Anil, Narasimha, Kishore, vinay@bysani and I.
       The day came where we were told to report. We all reached the hostel at around 6 p.m. in the evening. We were given a separate room on the top floor. The hostel seemed to be empty as every one went to their home town for vacation. We had to eat for the first time on that night. It was not gourmet stuff. Though the college takes thousands of rupees in the name of fee, the quality of food in the hostel is no where in proportion to the fees they take. We got up very early the next day as in the intermediate hostel, the class starts at 6 a.m. in the morning unlike day scholar campus. I usually don’t get up early but out of excitement or as I was with friends, I could manage to get up by 5o’ clock without much ado. We got ready and reached the ground floor to the class and to our surprise no one turned up to the class. We waited outside the class sitting on the chairs for some time and then came to know that there is no college as most of the students did not report yet. None of us had experienced hostel life before so we had no idea that the students who went to their hometowns won’t report on time, regretted ourselves for being punctual:P. We then went to our room blaming our campus principal who made us report early. Although we did not know any one in hostel, many students know us that we are new to the campus. Some used to come to our room and talk to us their views and stories of the hostel.
      The next day I did not get up by myself like the first day. There’s one fellow like an alarm who keeps on knocking the door continuously like the chimes of church bell untill we get up. I went to the class late by 5min to the maths class which was going on in the morning and a few students turned up this day. Maths which used to be most interesting for me became boring as I was drowsy. The students are good at Physics which roused interest in me which never happened with me before.
      Vinay@bysani‘s home was near to the hostel so he used to go home after the study hours in the night and come back in the morning. Narsimha was skeptic right from the beginning whether he can adjust in the hosel which later proved out to be correct. He got fever after two days. This made us discuss every night whether we should continue staying in the hostel. Anil, one among our batch was an entertainer. Without him we would have got bored in the hostel I guess. Kishore was the only person who got adjusted properly. He and his fights with Anil made narsimha and I laugh till our bellies busted. Anil wearing 3/4th pant for the class created hype, made him a popular guy in the hostel. The ice cream which we had in the midnight at around 12 o clock was memorable. The amazing communication between the students of hostel and the ice cream vendor from the class room window was laudable. These all incidents all still fresh in my memory
      We had a lot of fun but having fun was not the purpose at all. Apart from studying we did everything. At last after a week we decided that hostel is not the right place for us, wanted to go back to our old campus. We know that if we inform this to the hostel principal he will try to convince and stop us. More over he is new to us. So we did not want to get struck in the hostel itself by telling truth. Instead we went to him and asked for an outing saying that we were homesick (which was not true at all ;)). We went to home and straight away met our campus principal the following day and told our opinion. He tried convincing us by showing one more movie but we did not believe, became adamant regarding this hostel matter. We knew what we were doing and so he could not persuade us this time. From the next day we continued to sit in our campus. The one week of hostel life was like a tour for us. It made my assumptions go wrong. The decision we took was proved out to be right later on. It makes me feel happy and proud of myself when I recall these incidents. The guts and the maturity we showed in taking decisions without involving the parents anywhere in that age in appreciable. One thing that I liked about that hostel life is having friends along with me.
       Dedicated to the folks narsimha, bysu, anil and kishore. Thank you so much guys for making that week memorable in my life.

Sunday, 7 August 2011


   Bus, a three letter word in which I spent 20% of my day in travelling for the past two years and I'm yet to travel two more years. So my bus journey has a significant importance in my life as I spend a considerable amount of time in it.
It is in my 7th standard that I actually started to go by buses. School was at 2kms distance from my home then. A similar kind of journey continued in my intermediate as well. The 2kms distance has now increased to almost 35 kms in btech. All the btech colleges are generally in the out skirts and this distance is quite common to every one but my college JNTU HYDERABAD is not situated in outskirts though but on one corner of the city. My house Is situated in the other corner. Unlike other colleges I have to cross all the busiest areas of city in order to reach my college. We don’t have a college bus either:(:(. It would have been a lot better if I had a college bus. I tried to go by mmts too but it didn’t suit me. So rtc is the only option left for me. “What the hell!” I thought in the beginning but slowly got used to that abaddon.

    During intermediate, even though I got a seat in bus I used to enjoy standing on the last step of foot board. The cool breeze playing with my hair made it ever more thrilling. I didn’t know the value of getting seat then. Now getting a seat in the congested buses gives a sign of relief and makes me feel as if I’m blessed with a great favor when compared to ones who are standing. I prefer a seated journey to a standing journey. If I’m in a hurry to go, I’m forced to go standing. There are a million bus bays, signals, traffic jams in my route to keep a check to the speed of the buses. Above all, the smoke ejected by the vehicles, din of traffic jam makes the journey even more awful.

   Though there are many disgusting things which create irritation, there are a few sweet memories of  my bus journeys as well. In my 1st year of engg I used to have my friends accompanying my journey. It is always fun having friends with you in bus. It was in 2-1 and 2-2 when I wanted to unlearn some fears of mine, started talking to strangers in the bus during my journey instead of sitting idle, making my journey interesting. Soon I got used to travel alone though I din't have any company. It not only made me lose fear to talk to strangers but also transformed me into a person who likes talking to new people and who loves reading people’s mind.
    It is fun watching interesting characters and some times beautiful girls in the bus or bus bays who are of immense shortage in our college:P They add value to my journey as well as to the count of my crushes:D
   As I’m engaged in some new tasks now, during my journey I’m not poking the strangers much in 3-1 but I miss those bus journeys a lot which filled a lot of energies in me.
   Finally, I would like to end this post by expressing my gratitude to the bus drives, conductors and people whom I met in the buses which I boarded for making my bus journey safe, interesting.


Sunday, 17 July 2011


     I never used to think much about the issues I' m gonna tell now. I was very happy then .It was in these holidays, that I started to gain some general knowledge. I suffer from indigestion and frustration sometimes due to certain issues.There were quite a few things that were undigested, so spitting them on to my newly created blog.
      There is a saying that
 "a tree with a bitter seed,
           fed with butter and sugar,

           will still bear a bitter fruit."

I like this saying.This very well suits a country like Pakistan, who cultivated many bitter seeds in the name of Talibans many decades ago out of their selfishness. Now they've become trees and the fruits have turned against their creators which has made Pakistan one of the dangerous countries in the world. They created violence in the world  and the examples are twin tower attack ,the Mumbai blasts ,Hyderabad blasts and now again mumbai has seen a series of blasts. It is a very sad state of affair. Especially in India ,the terrorism  is increasing day by day and the blasts are the live examples to prove this. It is the responsibility of the Indian government to stop them and  the statement given by Rahul Gandhi that ,"it is very difficult to eradicate the terrorism in India", will make us understand the extent to which the terrorism has become a threat.
       Govt sucks to counter the terrorism.What it does as soon as the blasts occurs is , it increases the security and applies 143 section every where , checking of vehicles, ex gratia  to the victims ,the political leaders visit those places. It happens for a few days and slowly every one forgets it. Security exponentially decreases day by day and soon it becomes normal again. The measures taken are not endured and this is the reality.

       After the blasts took place near Ghokul Chat in hyderabad, it was closed for a few days. The owner of it some how using his influence  reopened it again. I love the food over there , I often visit the place and you know after the experience of blasts near it,they still won't realize the need of the tight security in that busy place. The security fellow din't even check  me when I went there recently. I got irritated and scolded him for his carelessness. I felt that the negligence on the part of individuals(politicians,police men,common people etc) who won't do their duties properly are responsible for all these blasts.While people are dying of poverty ,India is spending crores of rupees for Khasab (a criminal responsible for mumbai blasts) making him the hero instead of just  hanging him to death. I don' t understand why they do that.
     I use to think that when compared to other countries, we have a lot of  freedom but we are losing it day by day because of these incidents. There is a need of great and true leaders for India.When I say about true leaders I want to comment on the truthfulness of our current leaders who changed the meaning of the word politician. I get a feeling of politicians as a group of corrupted people sitting in the parliament or assembly eating people's money, truthful liars :P, great orators, gundas bla bla bla.I know that not every one is like that but the majority are like that only. If they are really truthful they won' t be against to the lokpal bill which will be a test for their truthfulness and when I say lokpal the person who comes to my mind is Anna Hazare, a diamond among stones, who is striving hard with his team of members for lokpal bill. India is full of corruption. Hope lokpal gets  implemented soon to screw the corrupted people and make India corruption free.

     The other challenge to India is increasing global warming.The peaks of Himalayas are melting very rapidly .Some of the reasons for it are deforestation,Industrialization. In the name of industrialization the agricultural lands are being converted into industries and farmers as laborers. There are few issues where you don' t really understand whether to be happy or sad. In the above mentioned issue I don't understand whether I should be happy that India is developing or sad that we will die of starvation in the future. The rapid increase in cost of food commodities is one of the consequences as of now. Pollution is increasing rapidly, air and water pollutions are the major ones. Ban of plastic is a saving grace. The mere passing of law is not enough.It should be implemented effectively.Again conditioned ban of plastic made the smile turn to tears.  
    If I keep on writing like this there won' t be any end for this post.

   I want to see India as a country free from terrorism,pollution,corruption and the hope that greenery shall prevail every where. This is my dream which I would like to present through my blog "MY DREAM WORLD". Hope the dreams come true.I'm keeping my fingers crossed.


Saturday, 9 July 2011


There will be some things,incidents in the life,moments of joy which you cannot forget.When I recall them, especially  the moments of joy I'll feel very happy.I was thinking what to write and a few incidents struck my mind.

Here is an incident where joy continued for almost a week.

It was in the year 2010 when I was in 2-1 of my engineering.Extra curricular activities are given least preference in our so called "UNIVERSITY"   JNTU HYDERABAD known for its technological standards externally.This is one of the things I hate about my college.I always use to get a doubt that whether I will have some memorable incidents in this college.A ray of hope came  when we got a news  that there is some JNTU CEH formation day.On that occasion I got a chance to dance on stage after a gap of 2 and a half years.A week before the event rehearsals started.

On the first day my friend  Pavan and I went to the room where rehearsals were going on.We saw a person (choreographer was also there from which we understood that the event is not a small one,felt we were at the right place at the right time) teaching some dance steps for a Telugu song.We joined them and started following the steps.I felt very happy while dancing.After some time we were given some break
 and then I got a chance to meet some new seniors.Soon they became friends.When the choreographer was training girls we used to have rest.When you have a place to dance and some 10 fellows around you who are interested in dancing,who will sit idle? Even we dint .We used to create some new steps out of our creativity ,do them,learn some new steps from others,have fun by pulling each other legs.And I reached home at 10:30 in the night,with all the pains in the world to my legs because of continuous dancing after a long long time.

Normally when I try to sleep I won' t get immediately.And that day it din' t even take more than  a few seconds for me,I went to deep and had a sound sleep.In the morning I used to reach college by 2pm and on the name of rehearsals, we all used to meet in college.The choreographer concentrated more on gals and we had ample of time and there was no limit for the fun.My friend and I never ever attended classes regularly,punctually but for this we were quite opposite:). I feel that it is only when a person is doing things which he/she likes  you can see an angle of regularity,punctuality in him/her which you might not have seen it before.

The fun continued for a week like this.And the day came where we had to perform on stage .Event was on the evening while girls were doing final rehearsals, the choreographer still was telling us steps for the things which he left  few hours before the event (shows the care he took for gals...pervert fellow!) The event was a success and it followed by the dinner in front of administrative building and we started  at 10:45 pm in the college.

I  reached koti by 11:30 ,took a kulfi in ghokul chat  and started walking towards bus stop. Unlike morning there was no din of  traffic,no bustling sounds,the roads were almost empty. I was alone walking on the street of a busy place in the midnight,with kulfi in the hand and it was an amazing feeling,it was too good and i reached home at 12:15.

The event coordinator promised us to give participation certificates and there will be no one to put a fire on their ass, people in government college are very lazy that we got certificates after almost 4 or 5 months.
We were happy that we got a certificate from college prior to the normal certificate which we get after btech.

This is one of the incidents which made me understand that the things which you like will transform any person into a regular,punctual,passionate human being.I always prefer doing things which I 'm interested in.I'm still on the way of discovering myself.