to Go(a) or not to go aaa?

reasoNOs : many

reYEAHsons: many

It is at these confusing times , mature level headed world over resort to …..u know what:


Tails …


hmmm. let’s make it best of 5 :

heads

heads

tails

and still flipping


Current status: Match upgraded to best of 20 , infact thought of a new round robin format , but

someother time.


I got coins to flip now.

now this is "innovation"

"?"

scandals /conspiracies / sting operations ,these are somethings which I am sure most of us just can’t get enough of. We are always game for them…atleast I am . Sting operations being my personal favorite.
Anyways , I think I am trying to put forward something more important and critical. A scam, which,if proved can shake the very foundations of the system in our India.

So, it was this normal evening in front of the tv , me unable to bear my own stink when all of a sudden it struck me , does Dadra & Nagar Haveli really exist? For that matter Daman n Diu ….do these places really exist? With so many 24 hour news channels, have you ever heard of any reporter saying “ with cameraman chintoo , me pintu -dadra n nagar haveli?” how many people can even tell me the name of their capitals within the next 15days without actually searching on the net or the atlas?

Is it possible that the Govt all this while has been fooling us on this issue . Is it not very much believable that they have created this imaginary place and they are just diverting all the money allotted to it to their coffers? or is it that it is India's answer to area -51 err...jaaga-51??

Btw when all the channels are vying against each other to get the best of the experts and ex cricketers to comment on India’s win . Guess whom does our favorite doordarshan invites…….guess …guess…..
Bantoo Singh!!!( poorv khiladi)

sona kitna sona hain........zzz...zzzz..

Rolling on the bed
With a blurry blue sky on one side and the radium glow from the clock on the other
I lay there with eyes half open and wondering , what was I dreaming about ?
When I was supposed to ask ,when did I last dream?
Have I lost the power to dream?
Have dreams left my side ?
Or is it that……… , ....….. ,.... ... .. . .


Naah! I can dream and I will , and I violently draw the covers over my head
Waging a battle to win back my dreams
Helen of Troy! here I come
11 hours of slumber and still going
I think all that we need is a reason to sleep

Chaos Theory

if only someone could tie up these loose ends......and if someone's really bored, they can try and connect all these to weave a story which i am jobless enough to read....

lovapalooza

With time ,he traversed through many lives
And languished at many worlds ,but when
the rays fell upon those golden fields
The radiance from it was too inviting
for him to suspect
He heard a lot about them
-The eternal sunshine and the many dreams
With a pure exuberance he set foot on those lands
making no efforts to conceal his excitement
Gorgeous colors painted his vision

A distant desolate crooning welcomed him
but he chose not to hear anything
Into those cherished woods he entered
with eyes tightly closed ,
he wanted it to be a surprise

Eyes opened, to a graveyard of dreams
Uprooted trees everywhere,
The desolate crooning became clearer
It was as if all the trees were mourning in unison
It wasn’t anything they always spoke about
Those enchanting rhythms, ever lasting rapture that always went along
And all of then ,a waft of fragrance flew past
It was something he knew, it was in the air
It filled him with hope.
Gathering himself, he followed it
It led into a garden- withered roses on everyside
a few trampled and a few awaiting death
Wingless birds groveling on land
and mutilated leaves hanging to the stems

A heavy silence creeped inside
He vowed never to probe into these lands
and turned around to get back
But from the edge of the world where he now stood ,
he only had one way to go

Bhangima!

class : Satellite and Radar Communication

on Karthik's Sony Erricson P910 i

Just trying to decipher what did i end up with ? i choose to call it 'art' .


















Stop rolling on the floor .

Ok.
















Now that you have regained your senses.

If any one could suggest a proper meaning to this ....

**All your earnest attempts at humour are discouraged.

on the ragged edge of solitude

Ever spent a whole morning thinking about what to do in the evenings and the whole evenings planning for the next morning? (sashank …stop nodding your head)Well, if anyone has closely observed me in the last 2 months or so , this would not be something new. I know it would seem impossible to believe that I was actually trying to crack the entrances for some of the top b-schools,but no one ever told me then that I am no longer the born genius I always thought I was. But coming back to an even more serious question which most of today’s generation of me and my friends face ‘what is a man supposed to do when he’s foisted upon with 24hours in a day?’

And because I cannot properly link all my thoughts….. I just leave loose links to my next lines…., these books have given me company through all those moments of deep contemplation. Stopped over at many worlds in the process each erasing the memories of others….loose link 2...

My dad links this quality of mine to me always switching channels….hmmm…..So,

-The Zahir (Paulo Coehlo)--Obsession! Obsession! ...to live and dream are synonymous

-Dilbert Future (Scott Adams) --very mention of this name and I am rofl

-Kafka on the Shore(Haruki Murakami)-- meta-physical , magical realism,psychedelic…. for people who do not mind a cat and a man discussing about vicissitudes of life.

-God’s debris( Peddanna Scott Adams)-- anna gari maatallo-have your brains spun around inside your skulls . although , even i hate e-books but this one's a must http://www.andrewsmcmeel.com/godsdebris/


One Night @ Call center( u know who)--Perfect bollywood screenplay. Would have been better with songs n ol. me and priyanka chopra will make an awesome pair

Karamazov Brothers(Dostoevsky)-- Average Joes have no right to even comment about theGod ,read, Dostoevsky .So forget about below average Joes like me.

Books of Magic( Neil Gaimann)-- No offence to the great man, but with all due cuss words for a drexelite.my mom was convinced that I was on the verge of committing suicide.

The Last Temptation(Neil Gaimann)--Hmm. I had to watch Jaani Dushman 3 times to feel better again.

Memoirs of Pablo Neruda -- yes. I was in depression then.

Living to tell a tale( autobiography - Gabriel Garcia Marquez)-- some books deserve to be flipped thru.but, heard this person's been a guiding light to many great leaders.

History of Napolean-- halfway through and I was already devising plans to attack secunderabad and warangal

Fundamentals of fundamentalism(mahmood bin muhammad …who?) My F.R.P index* touched new heights around that time.

*Female Repellance Potential

Hitchhiker series( Douglas Adams)-- quarter way through and was becoming too weird to handle

Secular Agenda ( Arun Shourie)-- reading now(article 25,26 370,shariat ….might sound boring , but very interesting)

Namesake(Jhumpa Lahiri)--Our cousins in the US will say…how true!

Da vinci code decoded-- turned out to be a self help book where in ,he asks you to lie down on the floor like a Virtuvian man and…..and ….nakko re baba I thought but couldn’t suppress myself to finish this one. Actually, it turns out to be insanely funny ….if your sense of humour is as obscure as mine.

Well, now coming to the point, you must have got a feeling that after all this , i must have run upon something close to sensible and profound in the process….but what is it in me, that, when in a conversation or in a group I still always manage to say the dumbest thing possible and the only expressions I have when someone gives me any kind of news good /bad is ….cool/kewl/ and very often…party!!!
And why is it that I get all possessive about any girl who goes on to ask me “which college are you from?”

shabba khair

did i mention ? i stay in 'Domal'guda

Here's to another summer!

Strolling past the trenches of my heart
Wading through those ups and slides
Flowing past those streams of love
Meandering through those days of joy
And smiling at those wistful moments
I walk past those cloudy lanes of dreams
Where It seemed I would ever stay
Flowering in those complex recesses is a newer light
which fades the rest and again I move on
Giving it no name ,befriending silence I walk by
Waving at the springs and autumns
with a deceptive smile .into another new summer

Wazzup?

The question which most people hurl at me these days …wazzup?
Wazzup/ wassup/ssup? And for the unitiated …what is up?
different variants . u could ask it in different ways giving it your own zing.
Wherever it is ..on the phone , on the street , on ym …wazzup it is. if you have had the patience to listen to telugu songs or the remixes of late, you couldn't have missed out on it.
And more often than not I’ve learnt to respond to it with a smile with my 2 front teeth outside , just to scare them away , but I guess my lack of dracularity hampers me and if it’s on ym I reply with “wazzup?”
More often than not, this question ’s followed by a brief silence and therein lies my moment of glory , I am on my way to piss off yet another person. But this victory gets short livened by another equally haunting question, “seen any movies?”
How am I supposed to reply to that? If I remember my last movie was 'insaaf kaun karega'
For that matter , before IKK it was 'brashtaachaar' and 'woh ek raam tha' . I have seen 'rang de basanti' and 'infernal affairs'but I have this terrific memory and a rusted tongue which more often than not says somethings like this and a heavy ( I mean crazily heavy ) silence takes over. After enjoying these sounds of silence ,to snap them out of it “ bye . Me got some important work“ or a “gtg on ym” and then I presume they have me on “permanently offline”.
Things over the past few hours I have done which I classify as ‘important work’
-- made another dismal attempt at writing a technical paper
-- been to an empty book fair, with not a single penny in pocket . Also managed to bargain a 500rs book for 400. Staring at all those piles of self-help stuff made me wonder if there’s a book on ‘how to write a self help book ?’ and as you are reading this , somewhere, some monk or a ceo must be out with one.
--called up the computer institute , pleading him to start a .NET course. I guess no one over there learns this course coz I’ve been after that guy for the last 2 weeks and everyday he tells me “next Wednesday”
--emptied my entire i-shuffle and ended up loading the same ole songs to it. Believe it or not I’ve read the manual about 3 times now and I still am not sure how to update whatever songs I like and how to dump my songs onto a friend’s pc.

And you always thought , your lives are boring,period.

Btw, IKK stars he-man dharmendra , rajnikanth,jayaprada
Brashtaachaar- rajni again , with mithunda , rekha( she’s a lawyer cum journalist cum karate teacher)
WERT- Jackie shroff ,radhika and bheem -the dog and nagaraj -the snake
And if you are dying to know what could the storyline be , well…………

ctrl+alt+del

And here I am.
Yes! New pc , pen drives ,a not so new i-shuffle,
//Yes, IT has finally made it's way to the masses
New pepsi , new mattress, new curtains,
So , much for something new
So , why not a new blog? - --"you had a blog earlier ?" ….well….