Surreal Heroes in a Real world 😃 Part-2

We were walking back to campus  hostels.Girls and Boys.Talking.Laughing.Talking. There was never such a sighting recorded before in the history of our engg life.  if someone from outside ,who didn’t know abt us ,looked at that group, it would look like a utopian group of class mates.There was lot of boisterous talking happening. Sridhar,Ramesh Vijay ,Siva and some others were walking along with girls and they were all talking with lot of  excitement  .😃 .Never thought our class girls would talk so congenially. Everyone was so ecstatic. Me and Kishan were an exception and we were walking a few  meters ahead of them . Why we both were not with them??No idea!!..But we both were in their talk-audible-range. Ramesh was all over jumping like Pawan kalyan in Khushi and speaking merrily to the girls. Why wouldn’t he? That was his moment. That’s wat he imagined would happen when he came to this college 4 years ago  . He was enjoying so much  that he was oblivious of the fact that he was having his moment at the very end of the college life. Sreedhar surprised me. Like a guide to the new tourists, he was talking and explaining  things to them. He was very natural and he was having fun too .I am sure that in that specifc moment he forgot that he never spoke to the girls in the entire time spent in college 😃. There were Vijay,Siva too talking and also assisting Sreedhar in that walk-the-talk time 😃. As mentioned earlier, me and Kishan were walking silently listening to them. But our topic did come up in their chat. Sreedhar was asking the girls if they knew about kishan and me. I think they said something which kinda meant “yea..they are in our class..”.As Kishan became popular a few hours ago,they knew abt him and he got some attention in their discussion. My situation was like..haha…don’t ask !!!For them I was a guy from the class 😃 .Then sreedhar briefed them abt us that we were calm-silent, good-nice guys . We stopped when someone called from back and  me&kishan exchanged “hi”s with them.. ( haha such a shameful moment..after 4 years ….getting officially introduced now….haha ) . We dropped them off at girls hostel and we walked towards ours. Ramesh ,sreedhar,vijay,Siva and others were all jubilant. Me and Kishan were not that much I guess. I mean we didn’t bother much may be. Not sure. I remember that way.

That night, we all-ramesh,kishan,sreedhar,vijay,siva ,( not sure abt dadiravi and others..dadiravi was always a busy person) assembled on the terrace of new hostel.( or was it the roof of the mess hall ? I think so) . Everyone was all happy that the event was success and were proud. Feeling like heroes. Amidst the fun talk, Ramesh, out of the blue, quipped in his unique style “ entamma sreedhar ,  girls tho full matlaaduthunnaav kadaaa eeroju…you  were completely in diff world while talking to them” . That statement stung sreedhar very badly and he  retorted “ cha cha..why would I get carried away, Ramesh..i wud never do that. Only you guys are important to me.Not them ” etc etc . 😃😃.He was very embarrassed for a second. 😃. Ramesh would have thought that everything would change from the next day. Ramesh’s chronic  4 year-complaint abt the rest of the gang was that we never supported him in the matters of being friendly with girls. Whenever  I asked him in reply “did we stop u ever?” , his answer was “you aren’t understanding, because of u guys ,I had to be like this, I couldn’t talk to them,how can I go alone and talk, u guys never supported me, you all ruined my life” …haha. How many times have I been asked those questions by Ramesh...!!!

Wait for the worst moment..!!!! Sigh !!!

Next day, me ramesh kishan( think sreedhar wasnt there with us), had a burger at KPHB main road and walking back to the college campus. I didn’t know that  a few min later I was going to witness an event which could easily enter into my special  list of “the best embarrassing moments ever”.  At the main building we stumbled upon Sudheera, Neeharika and some others. Needless to say, it was a  why-am-i-still-alive-why-didnt-I-die-already  moment of  our lives. Despite having good talk last evening, both parties literally froze.World came to still for a second. Awkwarddddd!!! Finally  ,without knowing how, there was an exchange of some words and phrases  like “hi”  “uhhh” “ ohhh”  “where are u coming from” “oh ok” “bye” , not necessarily in that order 😃. It wasn’t a talk, was it?. Theres no scale to measure the artificiality of that situation .The whole time-period of that encounter was hardly 1 min. We met, we spoke,we left. But that 1 min was like an eternity for all of us. Atleast to me . To kishan too,I guess.  I think ,after they left,while walking back to the hostel, we laughed like hell . We laughed at what just happened on earth and how the equation with them would never change. And with Ramesh around in those kind of situations, you bet  there would be a guaranteed one hundred percent entertainment 😃😃😃

Haha.. the previous evening, we felt like  we achieved something. We felt like heroes. Haha.. Not at all. We were not. We were just the same. We were not real heroes. we were Surreal  heroes in the Real world 😃😃😃

Surreal Heroes in a Real world 😊 Part-1

Final semester - Farewell party days :

There was a  lot of cold war happening at that time too  like it had been on various instances in 4 years between Hostellers and Day scholars. The bone of contention this time was the  Farewell party. Farewell? 😊 . It’s just our class thought we should have some kind of get together as we would be leaving soon and we called it  Farewell party . The coordination between the groups wasn’t happening properly and don’t know the exact reason but finally , day scholars Tilak, Suhas and others  said “ok you guys plan and arrange, we don’t have issues “. If my memory serves me right, from the beginning , sreedhar wanted to drive this event and prove everybody that we could make it success and we could do better . Now as it came to us, we HAD TO DO  it well.  By the way, Kishan and I did shopping  too 😊  while coming back from the legendary Chenna kesava reddy project-work class. Many of you don’t know who this Mr. chenna kesava is. We were doing project work under him. He was a professor  from other college. To Kishan and me, he was a legend. Will write about him some other time. Ok.. We went to shopping and bought new shirts ..mine was Plain Black shirt and his was red checkered one 😊 . When we went back to hostel after shopping and showed what we got, Sreedhar, DadiRavi  liked Kishan’s shirt and said black wouldn’t suit me :(  They didn’t like my shirt ,at all 😊 .

On the party day, We took some invitations and went to the professors. Giving invitations was an impromptu idea.  It’s a print out invitation designed by Kishan. I don’t remember if we really gave the professors the invitation but we did work on that design , headed by our then computer geek kishan 😊  . Indira rani( or indrani?) ma’am said she couldn’t come and chided why it was not informed at least a day earlier. Our mistake!! We were novices . I could sense that she really wanted to come.  For sure, ma’am was fun-loving and affable.

At the event:

We all reached Swagath party hall ,KPHB.  I cant really explain  what that feeling was ..but we all were feeling so good abt it. Sreedhar,vijay,siva,kishan,me and all others whoever was involved in the organizing team. We felt responsible. We were exuberant and  felt like real doers. Karthik was emceeing the whole event. He called up on stage HOD Kishan kumar reddy , professor Ashok Kumar and couple of other professors. During the event, HOD sang hindi songs of KishoreKumar and Prof Ashok kumar sang old telugu songs of Ghantasala. (Confession: Almost Every page of my class notebook was filled with variety of drawings but I hav to say  the caricatures of these 2 professors always occupied prominent place. They had unique features  which I could draw easily. I used to draw their caricatures and pass on the notebook to our friends 😊😊  ). We played anthakshari too,I guess. Later whoever wanted to speak/share anything was asked to come on to stage. Some were going.  Sivaganga was all high  . He went on there and spoke something. He was emotional too for a brief moment while speaking 😊 .  

As I am writing this ,it just occurred to me… I remember …. that Kishan did some thing special that day. He created some online friends group or forum or something like that where we could discuss/share/connect  in future. Everyone was in awe  of him and HOD appreciated him very much. Kishan spoke too ,on stage. I remember he spoke well – Impeccable English and confident body language with hand gestures. He just became superstar there, at the very end of 4 year journey. I remember Ramesh saying later something like “ kishan gadu superr kadaa..asalu aa style anthaa super..” .I think, Everyone of our gang spoke except me. haha. How stupid I was. No wonder, that was me.  Later we had photo session , dinner and in the  mean time we had to pamper our friend Srinivas reddy as he was in bad mood bcos he thought we were not giving enough importance to him. He was fine after we all spoke to him. Srinivas Reddy was a very hardworking and genuine guy. He was more close to Sreedhar.  

At the end of the party, some day scholars came to sreedhar and appreciated that the party was well organized . We all bade goodbyes and started walking back to hostel. As it was already  late , we would drop the girls off at their hostel in the campus. So WE ALL WERE WALKING.

P.S:  Come back to read part 2.  It was what happened in  part 2 that actually made me write this post 😊😊😊 . 

Another attempt to blog !

written on : Oscars day
Publishing: Today

I should have named my blog : kranthiwrites-not-anymore, considering my rare appearances here.  haha. poor joke.

Anyways here I am again. Trying my luck (to continue writing). 

Was happy in office today. Not because something remarkably funny or great event happened. Its just .. Matthew Mcconnaughey won the oscar :) . I was rooting for him and he won. Superb. I had seen Dalla's buyer's club  and was completely bowled over by Mcconaughey's performace.  So genuine.Immense respect. 

Helloooo !!!!

Long time..huh???? When I opened blog today, first, I thought I would start with writing how much I miss blogging here.  Overruled. Then I thought I would write about some incident from my college or school.  Overruled. Then I thought “what exactly  am I trying for??. What shall I write? “.Thoughts didn’t lead me anywhere. In fact, at this moment, I don’t know whether I really want to write anymore. I stopped thinking and started  jotting down..some random thoughts or anecdotes or  whatever!!!! 

I have been  working in the night shifts for quite some time. Terrible !!!!  No proper sleep lately. Will tell you the yesterdays event. Mine is the last drop point  and after dropping all, by the time I went home,it was around 4 in the morning. The first  thing I did was – picked some thick bed sheets and clipped to the windows so that no light, in the morning ,would enter inside and disturb my sleep. I thought with all the darkness in the room, I could simulate the night in the day.

I woke up. Expecting the time to be around 12 noon , I checked the time. Its just around 9. Frustrated. I would have been happier if it was a weekend. Because, everyone right from their school days would like to get up early on a Sunday. Hmm… I tried sleeping with different postures->sleeping with head resting on right palm, then on left palm,then dorsal lie down, then ventral lie down, then pulling legs closer to the stomach etc etc  . Being defeated successfully,, got up  and continued with the daily mundane routine. I was so disappointed and kind of angry . Couldn’t have a perfect 5 hour sleep at least. And no matter how hard I tried, couldn’t  get a wink in the afternoon post lunch. The other biggest problem with these shifts is - skipping breakfast. In fact, I don’t feel like eating at all. If you happen to see me in this period, you can see an unshaven face with eyes gone deep inside.

I came to office in the evening. Someone said “looking gud”. In shock, when I asked them what made them say  so in these circumstances, they replied accentuating the word exactly    “ EXACTLY.. u look worse! “ .

A Trip To Nowhere !

Once upon a time there was a class. A class of Mechanical Engineering . This class was very unique. Though ‘unique’ is a right word in a way, I rather use ‘different’ . Different because  the students in the class were so indifferent (to each other) :- )  . There are many instances to write about their ‘being different’ .. let’s check out one .

In all the engg colleges and in my college too (jntu campus,hyd), the students  from every department would go to the Industrial tour in the  final year of their engineering ! . Though students plan to visit  a couple of industries, I guess, the prime motive of the tour would be visiting new places and having a blast with friends . The fun, the picture-taking, the chat-in-the-bus ,the laughter riot, simple shopping, buying souvenirs, and even some expressing their love , etcetera et cetera .

But our class was an exception. A inconceivable, hard nut to crack is OUR CLASS.  Let me take you to those days of our  tour-planning .

First..our class was never a “ UNITED” one. One could find as many “DIVISIONS “ as one wished. There were no groups among students but they were not CONNECTED .I can put it like ‘ they were like  were disjointed circles with little or no intersection area  enclosed in one big super circle ‘ :-) .

Primarily, the students  fall into these  circles .

1.       Circle of the hostellers

2.       Circle of day-scholars

3.       Circle of both hostellers & day scholars who were friends

4.       Circle of girls (some were friends with boys and some not)

5.       Circle of day-scholars who hate girls

6.       ?

Here you should get a doubt.. Wasn’t there any circle of hostellers who hate girls  ? if you got that doubt then I would say “ dude…you asked a complete irrelevant and wrong question” :-) . Not knowing how to define their circle I left it as blank :-) .I will get to this topic a few min later. Let me dive and  delve into the circles  mentioned above.

The major circles were Hostellers and Day-scholars. They  don’t like each other that much. This disinclination for each other began for no apparent reason. Moreover, in our campus, the tag “hostellers”  carried with it some “unwelcomeness” and a lot of  negativity. This whole thing was predefined and was already there. Day-scholars would think about hostlers as uncouth, unfriendly, menacing  Hostlers would assume day scholars as arrogant, unfriendly, self-centric :-)  . Let alone friendship, no one tried to know about the other person in the opposite group . . I think this was a tradition passed on to us inherently by seniors of our own department. we heard it was like that before too.  when we came to this college we  just fell into those pits  unknowingly.

Some day-scholars used to detest girls. I never understood why. I don’t know whether they were just faking it or for real :-)

There was this very small circle which consisted of the guys from both the groups . They were friends. But, this was a very tiny circle indeed.

And coming to the point whether hostellers hated girls..haha… that’s so ridiculous. Let alone ‘hating’ , most of the hostellers never even talked to the girls in their class , except in  very rare destiny-decided-situations. For them ….. girls, in their class, never existed. This is the circle I wanted to place at point no. 6 :-)  . A good number of  day scholars too would fall into this circle.

Ha-ha. Do not get into any kind of assumption that girls tried to talk  .For them, most of the boys  were aliens from some unknown planet. We never ever exchanged a simple friendly ‘hi’ :-)

In a nutshell, barring two or three,  hostellers were not really friends with day scholars  and vice versa ….. and most of the boys in the class were not friends with their class girls.

So when this whole idea of IT tour came up…. Quite expectedly, majority in the class said NO.I don’t know about the others’ reasons for not coming but I know  about the fantastic four i.e., obviously Sreedhar, Kishan, ramesh and kranthi (it’s me :-) ).

We 4 stayed in hostel and so we would come under the tag “hostellers” :-) . if there were a poll to find guys with high IQ we four would win that poll . Before you assume IQ stands for Intelligence quotient, I would better clarify … IQ  here is Inferiority-complex Quotient. We had high IQ whenever we were in the classroom and once we were out from the classroom  back into our accustomed circles and environment we were THE most ‘friendly’ guys :- ) . 

So, when there was this turbulence about the tour started in the class..we 4  were like “No, we aren’t goin” except Ramesh.  Ramesh was so enthusiastic .he absolutely wanted to go and enjoy. But he couldn’t go without us as he also never got along well with the day scholars . He requested us earnestly to come. Though Sreedhar and I cited money as problem  we were not that excited by this whole tour thing. I don’t remember Kishans reason, but he didn’t want to go either.

The discussion caught on like fire in the classroom. One day, even our  Associate Professor Mr.Bala Nayak, who was always reclusive, standing on dais in the classroom briefed us about the advantages of the tour  and showed a virtual reel of happiness for a minute. In fact, the speaker Mr. bala nayak seemed more ecstatic than his audience :-)

Okay…. After much thought-process, 2 route plans were made by some. Each plan covered some exotic places. We had to zero in on one plan. Some started convincing their friends to come. But no one responded.

One afternoon, We four were standing in front of the classroom talking when we saw deepa and divya kannan  coming towards us. I always thought they were best friends. It’s a combination of contrasts. Divya - tall and Deepa - short. Many a time we heard them talking in tamil . And one of my friends Karthik would always talk to Divya in tamil :- )

Ok..back to scene…they both  approached us .   Ramesh was the first one to have encounter with them. Deepa asked  ramesh ” why won’t you come? ‘ ..ramesh who also never spoke to girls got a bit embarrassed ,smiled nervously  and answered “ I……I….I’m interested..ask these guys” pointing towards me . And they asked the same question” why don’t u come…we all can have fun” . I was double embarrassed and not finding any words to say, I mumbled ‘ No. i can’t ‘ and ended the conversation. Then, I think ,they proceeded  towards sreedhar and kishan.

I think the group “ boys who hate girls” were also not interested to come. Or may be they were interested. I don’t remember.  Everybody was saying some reason. Though the organizing team put every sincere effort to convince, one thing was sure that nobody gave much  thought about that. The guy who lead the team  to convince others was Mr. cool ..Sharathchandra. he was the only guy who could be approached by all the groups :-) . No ego. No tantrums. He would talk to everybody in the class. He was the intersection area of all the circles.

We were hearing lot of  things about the success  of the other departments’ tours. Our ears were getting deafened by all the high-decibel stories of their fun filled tours. Ramesh was so jealous of them and equally angry at us :-)

One evening I went to my uncles place. When we were talking …this tour discussion came up. When I said it would cost a lot he was just furious. He said” don’t lose this …. … this would be one last opportunity to  interact and enjoy  with your classmates ..go..have fun …”  .Wow that really made me feel guilty and  served as an  eye-opener.  I knew Money wasn’t the only reason stopping me and though money was a crucial factor I wouldn’t think that my parents  would say NO . So I rushed back to the hostel to tell  sreedhar about this. I think he initiated his  thought-process  before I told this my discussion with my uncle. And when we discussed , he was all ready. ramesh was so upbeat and his happiness knew no bounds. I think kishan also  said Yes. Because, we  couldn’t  leave  Kishan . we were a team. Fianlly, we went and told to sharath. He was happy too.

 Plans were being made. Ramesh was dreaming about the tour and what he could do on the train :- )

A  few days passed .everything seemed rosy. And then it happened.

Unbeknownst to four of  us, 95% of the students who said they were more than willing to come actually withdrew from the tour. Nobody was coming. I don’t know the reason . The remaining 5% included  Sreedhar, Kishan, Ramesh, sharath and Me  . That’s it. That’s what I remember. what an irony?  Four guys who were so critical about the tour initially were the only  ones left.  Ramesh’s dreams were shattered . I was disappointed and didn’t want to go and so was kishan. But Sreedhar was still saying yes and even sharath wanted us to go. He was unfazed and didn’t want to step back now .

Everybody’s guess….Finally, the whole tour idea got shelved. I remember Ramesh’s  disconcert and dismay :- ) he could not digest the fact that such catastrophe could happen to his dreams :-) .

That’s how the IT tour saga went on  in our class. We were a bit sad but not too sad because of the cancellation. It’s not that we didn’t want the tour to happen … we wanted it.. we dreamt about something good to happen but none bothered much when it ended finally. Because.. that’s the way  we were, our class was ! :-)

adios

Kranthi :-)

P.S : Just a funny recollection ! dont mind !

How I Met My Friends :-)

The latest one to catch a plane leaving india was Ramesh. All three of my engineering friends Kishan , Sreedhar and now Ramesh are at distant shores . wow. quite far !!

No way..the idea of friendship never crossed my/our minds when we met for the first time in jntu campus,hyd .People say "first impression is the best impression".But ,may be, "first impression" is not always formed in the first meeting itself. (Ouch!!! waht is this!! such a profound thought!!! :P jus kiddin... did that line make any sense? :-) ) Our friendship took almost one year to flourish. Actually,it may sound strange now if i say that we never atleast talked with each other in a friendly manner in the initial days.

For the past many days, i had been thinking to write a post on my initial encounters with them.

Okay.... finally.....Here i am narrating my first imp encounter with each of them which created a deep impact. :-) . Donot expect any thrilling moments in my encounters with them ...no way...those were just simple moments with a single or no dialogue exchanged.

Sreedhar: ( In USA now)

Among the three ..sreedhar was the first one i met with.

That evening ,i came back from college to the hostel in a desolate mood thinking about the wild wildest ragging waiting for me . As i entered into the room I found a bag(the kind which has sticks ..which we usually get when we shop at textile showrooms like chandana bros etc ) stuffed with clothes to the full next to the door.I sighed "Aah!! here comes another junior ". Finally, after sometime he came in to the room and in quite a cheerful mannner introduced himself as " Manchu sreedhar " . I think he prefixed his surname "manchu" too.He was saying "I was alloted the next room but seniors warned me to not to stay in that room and so i came here " .  There was a funny reason behind the seniors' warning :-)

okay..A day or two later ,minutes past midnight, I was about to sleep when sreedhar,came into the room. I wanted to get some sleep asap. Yeah..i had a good reason. And it was : A senior named Ravi would come knocking our doors in those early wintry mornings. And its not just a knock.He would just literally kick the door so hard. How do u feel when in a heavy violent downpour a thunderbolt falls close to your house.In that sudden loud explosive  sound,the beating of heart almost stops for a second and then it increases exponentially .We used to feel exacly the same when he knocked err kicked the door. Really. And For waht?? He would take all the juniors to the ground and make us jog and do all other weird exercises in that awful cold weather.

Back to the story happened that night ...The lights were shut off. Everybody was trying to sleep after some intense horrible multiple sessions of mass-ragging and exclusive-ragging.And the scene begins. Sreedhar struck a chord with madhan who was also our roommate . The common factor which made them bond instantly was they discovered they both were from navodaya schools,though different districts. And oh god..!!!! they started discussing about thier respective schools, teachers,friends etc etc .. I was waiting impatiently for the end of their discussion. But that was just goin on and on and on.navodaya..navodaya..navodaya...if they didnt stop that , my navodayam(new morning ,next day) would never come. I was feeling restless. Finally after much deliberation ,i took some courage and slowly requested, still lying on my bed and choosing words carefully

"sreedhar,..please.. sleep..in another few hours seniors will come again and take us to ground " .

No sooner had i finished my line than sreedhar snapped at me with a mix of frustration and anger :

"Abbhaaaa!!!! its okay man...nothing happens.. "(this is english version of waht he said.you may feel like this is nothing but  in telugu it was so caustic :-) ) .You should have seen my expressions when sreedhar blurted that line :-).

And they continued. Defeated and embarrassed by his caustic reply, i retreated and slowly tried to get some sleep trying to ingore their high decibel accoustics. :-)

Kishan: ( In USA now)

Ragging days. I overheard a news which was circulating in the hostel. That " a junior arrived at hostel with a costly branded bed mattress ". How could any junior dare to keep it for himself when all the overbearing seniors had their eyes on it like crouching tigers . Within a few hours it moved to some senior's room. I dont think kishan ever saw it again :-) That was the first thing i heard about kishan . We might have had our paths crossed later in campus or in hostel ,but nothing concrete happened.

And the first big moment was this: We both belonged to same mech.engg and his roll number was 310 and mine was 311 as we were alphabetically connected , K for kishan and kranthi :-) . There is a reason I meantioned the roll numbers. And it is : Whenever groups were made in labs we both fell into one group. So in first year we had workshop pacticals. That day ,we two were team and we were doing something . Waht we needed to do,which i vaguely remember , was we had to place some object in a rectangular box and fill it with the sand. We had to press the sand tightly into the box punching hard with something and afterwards we had to invert it. And then slowly we should lift the box up but the sand assuming the rectangular shape should stay there on the table .that object we placed initially should show up on the top obviously..And then some other process would follow. Dont worry if u donnot understand... because even we didnt understand anything that day when they explained before we sarted. edo nalugurithi narayana antuu follow ayipovadame maa policy !!!!

We geared up for the task. First we had to mix the sand thoroughly. . I was devastated seeing the way kishan was mixing the sand. U might have seen our 1990s telugu movies how a rich arrogant heroine, when ordered by hero to do the hard jobs like these, would do. Kishan was following that style.He was mixing with just the tips of his fingers. I was kind of  thinking "veedentraa babu.." observing him :-). Okay finally we placed all the sand into the box..punched it hard...and the next thing to do was invert the box and lift the box up leaving the sand-form on the table in a reactangular shape. We inverted . Kishan took the task of lifting the box holding the supports on either side of the box. He lifted. And the debacle followed.It was a total mess.  half of the sand was on the table and i saw another half of the sand stuck to the walls of the box and as he lifted further everything fell down making a heap. A succesfull failure :-)

I was totally shocked and so was he.After the succesful completion of the experiment one had to write his or her name on that sand mould with a needle or anything. Not knowing what to do we looked around. The other guys were doing well. Meanwhile a short guy from the supporting staff ,this staff always considered themselves as more important than the HOD ,came to us gave us a look devoid of any human emotions .He took a needle ,wallked away from us and he just added our names on some other's succesfully comppleted work :-) . Thank God !!! :-)

i still remember the style kishan mixed the sand and his expressions when the sand fell :-) .That was the first major incident happened between us.

Ramesh: ( In Australia now)

Same ragging days. We never talked. He always used to come to class with his friend Kalyan. Always.

Only, I used to observe him when our paths crossed.. Whenever I saw him the one thing that caught my attention was his dress. Parallel Pants was in vogue then and he used to wear them with maximum parallel-ness :-) . His pants, particularly a blue coloured one, used to be very loose from top to bottom and especially the bottom-loose was quite obvious. And whenever he walked they used to sway like the wings of a big hawk . As he came from a small town like I did , I used to imagine the conversation he might have had with local tailor of his .

Usually…at that age , we would fix on one particular tailor when we felt he would stitch well and the tailor would kinda become friends with the us.

The following was the conversation that used to flash in my mind in just a second whenever I saw him.

Ramesh might have gone with his friends to the tailor and

Tailor : namsthe Ramesh..

Ramesh says hi showing his new clothes to be stitched

Tailor: wow..this cloth looks great ...good quality (every tailor says the same)

Ramesh:yeah (and with an air of pride) am going to JNTU campus,Hyderabd u must stitch it well

Tailor : Ok..i will take care of that

Tailor starts taking measurements of Ramesh..

Tailor: How much parallel thing do u want Ramesh

Ramesh: fullu vundaali..maximum…. It should look great (his friends also intervene at this juncture and they all unanimously say “full parallel..our friend is goin to HYD” )

THE END OF FLASHING :-)

Okay... Later after many days …observing him at a couple of instances.. I found he was a guy with great sense of humour. We never talked much though.

one day at mess hall: lunch time :-

I was having lunch .Ramesh sat on the other side of the table talking to his regular friends. I wanted to share something with Ramesh and i called him. He didn’t hear. Then I called again “ Ramesh….”.He didn’t respond this time too. I was in good spirits that day.. and I called again “Ramesh ….ramesh..”

Then Ramesh turned towards me frustrated … serious expression on his face ..and he said

" knock it off, man !! "

That was the euphemistic version of what he actually said in telugu :-) . The original was brutal which if sent to censor board could be certified as "A" dialogue. :-)

I was stupefied with that outburst. Shell-shocked. All the time he heard me but he didn t respond because he didnt want to. And I was stupid to not understand that. I was totally afraid :-) .

That was the first major encounter with Ramesh.

adios

kranthi

P.S: I bet, none of them remembers a bit of their respective incidents :-) .

K P :-)

The K and P above donot stand for "kranthi P" which obviously is my name :P . Then what ?Any guesses? Need hint? ok.. Those are the initials of the Awesomeness :-) . Now u got it... didnt you?

Yes... K for Kungfu and P for Panda/ Po :-)

Last saturday i went to watch this movie and i was completely bowled. Po jut rocked. His usual innocent antics made me laugh to death :-) .I laughed whole-heartedly.

But I had to control myself while laughing in excitement because i was flanked by two grilfriends. If " :-O " was your expression,let me help you in uderstanding that two-girlfriend-concept before you jump into any conclusions :-) .

That morning, I asked a friend at Hyd to book a ticket online for me(me in Bangalore). When i went to the hall i found my seat in the mid of the row .There were two couples ,definitely not married:boyfriend-girlfriend kind, on either side of my seat .....and the worst part was both the girlfriends of those respective couples sat next to my seat:to the left & to the right :-( . Because of that, I couldnot even lay my hands on the armrests of my seat and i glued myself to the seat without any lateral movements.Hamesha kuch na kuch hota hi!!! :(

Okay..coming back to movie.... THE AWESOMENESS is back with a big BANG .This time.. it had more action.Jack Black,the animation,the dialgoues ,everything.... I loved from the first second to the last . And the soundtrack by Hans Zimmer and John Powell was outstanding.With Hans Zimmer around , u know how the score would be. Watch it even though u are not a lover of animated movies. you will definitely like something . If you havent watched the first part yet ..do watch it before you go for this one so that u can understand Po better :-) .

I watched it in 2D and next time when I go to Hyd i'll check in3D at prasads IMAX. Definitely worth watching. :-)

adios

Kranthi