Anaganaga oka story...

Came across this story today, doling it out verbatim:

A powerful wizard, who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank. Whoever drank that water would go mad.

The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside for them alone, and which the magician had not managed to poison. The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policeman and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water and they thought the king’s decisions were absurd and resolved to take no notice of them.

When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard those decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdication.
In despair, the king prepares to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying:” Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then, we will be the same as them.”

And that was what they did: the king and the queen drank the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?

The country continued to lie in peace, although it’s inhabitants behaved very differently form their neighbors. And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.

I look around and I sometimes wonder whether it is our story.

tere ishq mein meri jaan ...'fanaa' hojaaye

It was dusk. The faint light of oil lamps through random windows was the only relief from darkness. Suddenly a breeze blew. Sly footsteps unwilling to be heard echo in my ears. It was definitely HER. Leaves shivered. A mystical perfume wafted down. A leaf shook in fear, detached itself from the tree and covered my eyes. Alerted by departing birdcalls and the grating cries of crickets, unable to resist the provocation I hastened my steps. I could feel HER breath. I followed to confess my love . She moved , I followed. Through foliaged pathways , wilted groves, meandering through hammocks and shaded glades. The squawking crows, squealing chipmunks and serene bats contrived to give an impression that Shee loved me as ever. As these thoughts swayed in my mind, eyes opened and she disappeared into a gaping mouth of nothingness.
Boo! ( or was it bublaa boo!!!)

Huh! Again?
I fumed at my misfortune to conceal my giggles. How many times? Just, how many more times?
From a distance ,two straight melody lines followed by a bridge that ended on what felt like an unresolved high note ,which got quickly grounded by a smooth segue , what came after that was ...humming ,clapping, tabla rolls, guitar bursts, santoor strains , violins run ....subhan allah …subhan allaah..chand sifarish….

aao sunaoon pyaar ki ek kahani....

Perhaps little by little it is sinking into me that I might never fall in love again…yeah again [;)]…Shrugging away all skepticism never letting stupidity to cease from my life, I dream. I have proved to be a terrible dreamer. It is way too sickening that every time I close my eyes I make this ecstatic transition to fantasy. The entire world seems to be bothering about me. I would triumph over everybody ,my love would come running into my arms , weeping, I wouldn’t say a thing , not a word for all that she put me through and suddenly everything would suddenly expand , enlarge itself and both of us disappear into a purple back ground Did I forget to mention the white steed?

Cheap ? banal? Hackneyed ? trite ? ( word power made easy?)
Especially after everything .But why cheap? There were moments of such absolute rapture, such happiness, that I do not feel the slightest trace of embarrassment. I swear I don’t. There is only faith, hope and love. And that is just the point: even at this moment I have a blind belief that by some miracle everything would expand, 70 mm ,I would go to US (wherever she is) ,I am in da fields playing ….ting ting ting ting ting ting ting ting…
Tujhe dekha to ye jaana sanam…..

Jelly ..anyone?

Nu Phrase: Life is in a jelly.

i know what u are probably thinking ,
.... c/r/a/p

c i already cut it....

Sutta na mila

Warning: My smoking can be injurious to YOUR health

Happy B'day !

shh....at the stroke of the mid night hour,on the other half of the world....




yeah ...on this side,

close your eyes , as I light the candles to say,

tinku gaaa

tammi namasthene..
arrey! manchiga gurthu pattinav
etlunnave?
endo nayyaa..eppatikappudu..neetoni kalvaalani, manchiga

kushi jeskovalani ankunta..gaani em jestam?
nuvvu bizee, nenu bizee

assalu mana batkule tension batkulu annattu

online raaavu....koththa postlu pettav ..'killi killi' marichipoyinav( remember praneeth - aadu bidda aadu ....aaah gadhe.. same svaang)
gitlavuthe etlane?

manchiga chaduvukovale...Tagore anthati vaadivi avvale

andas some one said,

Neti Baalurey repati TAGORE lu kaavali.

banthae atta addesi kushi ga paddesi jumpu jumpu re thammudu

unta malla

gudumba shanker ...2nd time

and so, I’ve decided to make a film based on my own personal and not so personal experiences. Random experiences here and there. I can pass it off for slick editing.

genre : pawan kalyan humour


Scene 1:

In a blue maruti 800

Location : tank bund

He-ro:I love u
She-ro:Oh!


He-ro:No…I mean …I love u
She-ro: Sorry?
He-ro: I was saying , I love you
She-ro: yaa I heard that. I just said sorry.

Scene 2 : (close up )

He-ro:I really love u?
She-ro:Why?
( background: maava maava maava maava) ( if u haven’t seen the Angrez…then I m sorry)
Hero says to himself:Why aaaa? Naaa bonda kaadu…..

Hero turns into V-ro. Dialogue for promos : naa peru Vero- creativity ekkuva , creation takkuva!

Scene 3: ( wide angle)
V-ro:Again….i love you…
She-ro:So?
V-ro to himself: So aaaa? Na bonda ra
She-ro:What do u expect from me?
V-ro:Naa peru sivamani….naaku fullu mental


Scene 4 :
V-ro fully loaded with johnny walker red label
Location: Friend’s car
V-ro: I love u ….u are being loved by me.
She-ro: oh! sorry
Yehe …

V-ro : I love you
She-ro : why don’t u love other girls?.
Background: (maaava maava maaava )
V-ro says to himself : maava….yendi idi…bheja truck ke saath fir takkar khaagayaa
She-ro: walks away at this critical moment.......Vero! sorry! I can not miss sarabhai vs sarabhai…let’s talk later

After 1 year:

V-ro: I love u ....i want to meet u
She-ro: I am right now in zoo…don’t disturb
V-ro : mental annaa…..hey! mental anna! …unnava?

What will happen to V-ro? Who is Mental Anna?Will yerragadda ppl ever get to me? ….whom will She-ro meet at zoo?Can Vero ever get over She-ro?will you ever be able to watch this on big screen?

Keep ur fingers crossed….

Happy Birthday!

April 7th,1983
Region : Indian sub-continent
Latitude:14.27N
Longitude:79.59E

In one corner of a hospital, Sounds of “It’s a boy!!”
"Congrats! Party!!"

Legend goes that when all this was happening, there was another boy in the adjacent bed giving a frown which read ,” bah! Big deal ? Such conventionalism ?”

and anyone still wondering, W.H.O

Presenting the Superman,



Sagar Adarsh Singh alias Tinku Singh alias pichchi porodu.

who has succefully maintained this dissatisfaction with the world till now.
I am sure, while he’s reading this, he is saying : david! Why did u give me such idiots as friends?

Anway, probably his grouse with this world is justified because, he is too good for this world.
All said, I am also sure he is still not done with pissing off people with his trade mark indifference . Combining carbon with all possible kinds of s**t, reading some distorted comic stuff in his lab, he has taken his silliness across the Atlantic and the latest buzz is that our Nano Patekar will also do PhD. Daactar saaab, Happy Birthday!

P.S:No Woody Allens and Castellos for u man, coz probably u are too Original.
Chalo …inka chettu digu and Cut the Cake.

No Horn .OK. Please

Barber shop Long queue Filmfare Magazine Madhuri Dixit smiles Mind blown away.
Dhak Dhak . Imagination runs wild.

( a few skeptics might not believe this , anyways , check for yourself , here)

You’re back after a while. How’s Mumbai treating you ?


So far so good.I took a week to adjust since it was snowing in Denver and Mumbai is so hot. Viggu himself had a bad cold, but he’s recovering.Also his internals have given me enough time to acclimatize.

Have you people( madhuri n ofcorse..) decided to move in?

Well, we are just talking about it. I really can’t comment unless something concrete happens.

But you are thinking of getting back to acting?

I’m listening to scripts. But I’m very sure that there has to be something special to compel me to get back into movies. Viggu is my first priority. Ideally, I would like to do films that don’t take me away from Him.

What do you miss most about Him?

I miss him like crazy. He isn’t out much these days. He’s just roaming around aimlessly. He was busy with his project report ,internals etc and I was busy preparing for my performance at the Filmfare. Probably, now that we are free, we can spend more time together.

Don’t you dance for him?

( Laughs)Once in a while. But then ,as it is, He makes me dance around the whole day.

Will we ever see you with your Viggu?

( Laughs) I don’t know. Thrice we came close, but it just didn’t happen. I am hoping for a new beginning.

What’s the best thing about Him?

( Everybody Laughs) Oh my goodness, there are so many good things. Where do I start?
He gives me so much love. I can’t explain how it feels like .He is the centre of everything in my life. Such unconditional love blows me away.

Has your cooking improved?

Oh yeah, most definitely. Viggu loves Chicken Tikka and barbecue stuff.

Is it true that He has an internal 3 hours from now , and He is doing this?

Yessssssssssssssssssssss….Speech Processing.