I know u will feel weird once u start reading this post. So .... to lessen the boring effect , i have a plan :) .Before u start reading this u need to alter some basic Reading Settings of your mind .Okay? Now... what u need to do is : Enable the checkbox which reads 'I must think like a little kid in school while i read' .
So,having done that..now check out a kid's dreams and fantasies as related to profession he wanted to choose :) . By the way... good luck :) haha !!! .Dont forget to check the time periods of those fantasies as i didnt follow the chronology :) . Here we go ...
Time period : 1st standard - 8th standard
When kranthi was in school....when relatives or acquaintances came to house and if they asked him “kranthi..what do u wanna become in life?”
He would say with full confident air “Doctor”
And when they wowed he would feel great.
Why did he want to become a doctor in the first palce ? As this was his prime and serious dream & wish, i would write a bit more about this dream of his:
He considered that there were only two career options for him : Engineer or Doctor . He heard a lot on "maths for Engineering & science for Medicine " .So he had to go for Maths or for Science. But he disliked maths as he was not confident (upto 8th class) and maths always sent shivers down his spine. He obviously chose to become a doctor as he always got very good marks in Science. Well…. Coming to marks…he got good marks in maths too but he knew it was not his forte. ”So..take science and become doctor “ he thought so.
His grandfather was a doctor(RMP) and sometimes little kranthi would be given a polythene bag with different kinds of medicines in it by his grandfather to give them off to known patients. . The kid would go to their house and give them saying “this tablet – in the morning, this one-after lunch..so on ”. And they all would appreciate him for his suave doctorgiri ( need to apply for patent for this new word 'doctorgiri' :P ) and would say “you sure will become a doctor” :) .You should have been there to see his face and an auot-change in his gait. Oh boy!!!! full nakhras!! :) On his way back to home.. he flew up in the air like a bird having accomplished the task perfectly ;).
He always and always thought of becoming a doctor until his interest shifted to maths in 9th class. Loved maths since then and opted for MPC :) . Lucky people/patients :) .Ain't they? :)
Time period : In 4th standard
One day in this time period … his friend sreeman told him that he wanted to become a 'bank clerk'.
Kranthi asked him curiously with eyes wide open “rey sreeman...whats that job raa ?”
You know kids. They always boast innocently what they know. And our Sreeman was not an exception .He explained enthusiastically ” it’s a job in bank ... very good job , I will become a clerk. i will get lots of money as salary ”
As the word 'bank' seemed synonymous for 'money', kranthi pondered over choosing that profession . But this hardly lasted for a few minutes.
Time period : 1st standard - 5th standard
Radha(Krishna) and kranthi were so close friends from their kindergarten days. Their day always started meeting at the back of their house under the neem tree with tooth brushes moving in and out of their mouths.They used to talk / discuss everything under the sun at this hour. Many a time, Radha said that his grandfather worked in Mintry. Don’t try to find the meaning of the word ‘mintry’ . He meant ‘millitary’ :). As kids,we both ( and everyone of u too) loved action stuff. Machine guns ... millitary dresses … etc. So .. sometimes in this period , he dreamt of becoming a mintry officer (;-) ) fighting against Pakistan fiercly eliminating all the enemies and bringing victory to his motherland :P. But this too faded so fast.
Time period : 3rd standard - 5th standard
Radha and kranthi ,on one sunday, saw a hindi movie on DD(only channel then) called Raksha starred by Jithendra. It was a james bond kind of movie . Gadgets, sleek guns and most importantly what caught us like wildfire was the –automatic knifes in the boots of the hero which he uses against a giant sized rowdy :) . Also,we saw many other CID movies too. So, we both thought how cool spies were. So, kranthi dreamt what he would do if he were a spy and what disguises he should wear to deceive villains and extract SECRET files from them. He thought about disguises like : Rickshaw puller, Fruit Vendor pushing a cart parking infront of villains house etc etc :) . All heroic thoughts.
Time period : 4th standard - 8th standard
This was one more important dream of his which continued for a long long time. One day in 4th class..in classroom… kranthi drew 3 cartoons looking at a cover page of srikanth's notebook. He liked it. He felt he did draw good and he enjoyed doing that. From then on… he started drawing everything he wanted to draw. Cartoons, scenes of nature, Gods, ships, cars, flights, writng names in different styles. sometimes he tried drawing movie artistes, national leaders too . During Kuwait war he drew saddam Hussein offering flower boquets instead of missiles. It came up so well. He enjoyed drawing. As he used to go to school on rickshaw (i mean sitting in it with others / not riding it :P ) ... everyday on his way to school he would look at the name boards of the shops observing the style ,clours etc. Sometimes he thought how good it would be if he became a great painter.
while in 6th class,kranthi and his benchmate Amarnath used to discuss a lot about drawing. all the time, he used to fill every white paper with some drawing or etching his name stylishly. His shelf at home was filled with crayons,sketches,colourpencils,water colours,brushes.So Cool!!! .At school, His friends used to give their new notebooks to kranthi to have their names wriiten on the first page .
He always wanted to get trained which he never did. But he still continues drawing like a dilletante.
I wish he should have gone in that direction seriously.
Time period : In 6th or 7th standard
One day at Radhakrishna’s house….Radha was having a serious argument with Srikanth.War of Words . Full heat. Full aloud. Kranthi went there.. saw the scene and asked them to stop for a while. Then he asked them to explain what happened actually. Both started at once. He stopped them and asked them to speak one at a time.In the mean time while one was speaking he stopped wherever needed & questioned to get clarity. After listening to both of them –individually and jointly, Kranthi pondered, analysed… and finally solved their problem with his brains. All were happy :) . Radha’s father who was a lawyer himself appreciated Kranthi's reasoning very much. Then he thought “ how would it be if I become a lawyer ? this seem so cool. “ :)
That night he slept dreaming about the prospects of becoming a lawer :) . Next day he forgot everything. :)
Time period < 4th standard
Black dress, black coat, black shoes, black goggles, black super bike etc etc. Got anything? ;) This is the superhero stuff yaar. Sometimes when he was alone and was in his dreamland ,he imagined himself in these costumes and accessories . If ur question to him is “But Why? “. He would say “c’mon yaar… with my super powers, i will appear wherever the evil exists and whenever the people are suffering and will save them , help them and then they cheer him 'HERO HERO' “ :P . i think,may be, he drew inspiration from his all time favourite super hero Spider-man :)
Time Period < 5th standard
As Science was his favourite subject, he thought he could become a great scientist. He discussed the topic with Radha who also shared the same opinion. Under the neem tree( the same tree which was mentioned before :) ) they kick started thinking about becoming a scientist. As they believed that a scientist invents creative and new things they pondered for a while about what to invent. Brain storming was begun. TV,Radio,Bikes,Aeroplanes,Trains,pen, pencillin..etc etc...everything was already invented.They found nothing to invent ;) :P and they took it lite :) .But they thought about that often.
Time period : from the day the little kranthi started walking - 10th standard
Kranthi was brought up at his grandmothers house and the house is just behind the govt junior college which has a big play ground.Just a wall separates backyard from college. His grandmother says “you both (me and radhakrishna)were not even 4 years old , picked a bat and ball and went to college grounds and then u walked one kilometer outside college on road. Actually what happened was , one evening, suddenly we found u both were missing . we went inside college and there someone told us 2 kids played there and went out sometime ago. Then we went in different directions and finally found u people far away coming back again talking to each other with bat and ball ” .
So… that was just the beginning. Cricket was his life in his school days. His heart ached whenever he missed a match . If u subtract the time@school and sleeptime@house from his total school life, the time u will get is the cricket-time@collegegrounds. In some class,7th or 8th, he was bedridden for more than a week with fever .Medicines ,saline bottles,Injections were on high. One morning he felt a bit better and slowly sneaked into the college ground. He was watching a match and it was like he was back to paradise. Within few minutes his grandmother came searching for him and gave a big lecture while taking me back .
Every night before Sunday he used to sleep dreaming about the wickets he would take ,runs he would score and catches he would take in the matches coming up the next day. Not only dreams during night he also day-dreamed about nothing but cricket. Lovvvvvely dreams. Never thought of making it a career but he thought he would play the game all his life.
So ...whats the status of ABCDEF now? ;)
I didnt turn out as a doctor but ended up as a Software engineer. Still i am a kinda doctor to myself..because i (like everyone of us )take my own medicines for little problems :)
I never did a job in bank clerk but usually I go to banks :) .
And didnt join mintry too ( millitary ;) ) though i considered it once in engineering :)
I was never a spy but these managers spy on our work all the time yaar :(
By the way, i forgot to mention that i had one black shirt,black jeans and black honda shine bike ;) Despite that, i'm not a super hero but i love watching hollywood superhero movies :). Just love them :)
Hmm... if a 'scientist' job is to create something ... then i created some code :P
Still i try to resolve some conflicts of friends and in family playing a peace maker and thus I am a sort of lawyer to them :) .
Well..now my engineering & office friends will understand the root cause for my multitude drawing galore in every page of my notebooks :) . This is the only thing i am continuing till this day. Last year when i went to a training the trainer looked funny (only to me though) and i could draw him on first day :)
Yeah ..I miss cricket.Played so much till engineering. And in some rare occasions later. I dont remember when was the last time i played. Years passed. Sometimes, on weekends , i get a great rush to play a match again. But Its not a single person game.right? . I miss the game so so much. The sound that emanates 'when the ball i bowled hits the stump' ' when my bat strikes the ball for a perfect square cut' 'the uproar of jubilation in team when i take a great catch' is truly madly deeply missed :'( .
P.S : 1.Theres one more dear dream which i feel i should have nurtured .I wish I were in that area . Any guesses?
2.Hey.. dont forget to restore to your original settings. You did change one in the begining.Remember? :P
adios folks
kranthi :)
Friday, December 31, 2010
A Collection of Best Embarrassing Moments - IV
Faux pas :(
At school..whenever exams...even monthly Unit tests...got finished..all my friends would go to movie ... evening show .. on the last day of the exam. They would celebrate as if they had just finished graduation :) :). I never went with them. Dont know why. Just never went :)
But one time..they (Radhkrishna,Srikanth,Hari,shyam ) inisisted and even I thought of joining them. The movie was a tamil dubbed movie 'I Love India". As the title evoked some patriotic flavour with full of action, i said okay. . In the last minute one friend dhani alias dhaniah alias Daniel ( thanaki moodu perlu :) ) misinformed us ( we didnt know he didnt see the movie).. that he saw and the female lead's part was too indecent .And Shyam who was also bringing two other kids with him who were in their fourth standard, didnt want to take them to such movie and declared that we should not watch that.
He came up with an idea of goin to another movie called "asale pellayinavaani" which had Naresh as hero. We didnt like the idea.He convinced us saying it would have comedy as it had Naresh. what to do?? We went and .. oh... no. .. this movie had some top notch damn vulgarity. edchinattundi cinemaa. After the movie..i was going home thinking how would mom react if she found this .I was embarrassed . I went home ... she didnt ask me .... silently had dinner...she didnt ask me ... i lied down on bed and was trying to sleep..and then she asked :(
She asked "how was the movie?".
chachhanu.. I was 'dead' silent.
She asked again."i am asking you ... how was the movie".
I said with full embarrassment " we didnt go for I LOVE INDIA. we saw another one"
she stressed "Then..which movie?"
"we went to 'asale pellaina vaadni' " .
ఇక చూసుకోండి....she began " అసలా cinema పేరేంటి .... pillalu chusey cinemaanaa adi...? What did u say in the morning? Why did u go to that movie? c'mon say something ...". Full Class. . తల తీసేసినట్టయింది .
SLAP STORY
That day in school .... second period in the afternoon.... Telugu teacher Anuradha ma'am was asking questions on sandhulu-samasalu which was a daily routine for some time. That day.. She asked one question .... and nobody could answer that .... everybody was rising from their seats in sequence .A bit geography about classroom. the class room seating would be like I_I and the last benches were joined. The left column was of girls and the right column, boys.And the long jointed last row was occupied by boys :).
Back to story... everybody in the class was standing...the line would meet me in the last bench in a few seconds. manadeppuduu last benche :) . .Finally it was my turn and i answered. OOPS.... it was wrong. I was shell-shocked and i stood still. The standing line started from the first bench in the right and it came back to last bench where i sat and it was going again to the front in left side. The wave kept its tempo and rising all the way. I wished it would go on like that keeping everyone standing. But it didnt. Rajini would always sit in the fitst bench-first seat. She was the one who would get to face that question last. So...the standing wave reached her.She rose and ..and answered. Correct answer. My heart cried " NOOOOOOO !!!!... "
There was a reason for my muuga-outcry . Whoever would answer to the question by ma'am should slap the other not-answered-boys/girls. The humiliating slapping process was like: Hold the nose of the person with one hand and slap with the other. And .. And Rajini began her work. Slapping everyone in the class. She was reaching me .To slap . She came.She saw.She slapped. Embarrassing. Embarrassed for many reasons. Emabarrassed because i couldnt answer and she was the only one in the class who could answer.Embarrassed because she got a chance to beat everyone.Embarrassed thinking how proud she would feel with this mass-slapping :) More embarrassed thinking what if i never get a chance to repay her in this style :) :) . [ Months later..i got that chance :). i'll tell u phir kabhi .i dont think she remembers any of these :) ]
Okay guys ... thats the end of the series. Thanks for bearing with me all this time :)
adios
Kranthi :)
At school..whenever exams...even monthly Unit tests...got finished..all my friends would go to movie ... evening show .. on the last day of the exam. They would celebrate as if they had just finished graduation :) :). I never went with them. Dont know why. Just never went :)
But one time..they (Radhkrishna,Srikanth,Hari,shyam ) inisisted and even I thought of joining them. The movie was a tamil dubbed movie 'I Love India". As the title evoked some patriotic flavour with full of action, i said okay. . In the last minute one friend dhani alias dhaniah alias Daniel ( thanaki moodu perlu :) ) misinformed us ( we didnt know he didnt see the movie).. that he saw and the female lead's part was too indecent .And Shyam who was also bringing two other kids with him who were in their fourth standard, didnt want to take them to such movie and declared that we should not watch that.
He came up with an idea of goin to another movie called "asale pellayinavaani" which had Naresh as hero. We didnt like the idea.He convinced us saying it would have comedy as it had Naresh. what to do?? We went and .. oh... no. .. this movie had some top notch damn vulgarity. edchinattundi cinemaa. After the movie..i was going home thinking how would mom react if she found this .I was embarrassed . I went home ... she didnt ask me .... silently had dinner...she didnt ask me ... i lied down on bed and was trying to sleep..and then she asked :(
She asked "how was the movie?".
chachhanu.. I was 'dead' silent.
She asked again."i am asking you ... how was the movie".
I said with full embarrassment " we didnt go for I LOVE INDIA. we saw another one"
she stressed "Then..which movie?"
"we went to 'asale pellaina vaadni' " .
ఇక చూసుకోండి....she began " అసలా cinema పేరేంటి .... pillalu chusey cinemaanaa adi...? What did u say in the morning? Why did u go to that movie? c'mon say something ...". Full Class. . తల తీసేసినట్టయింది .
SLAP STORY
That day in school .... second period in the afternoon.... Telugu teacher Anuradha ma'am was asking questions on sandhulu-samasalu which was a daily routine for some time. That day.. She asked one question .... and nobody could answer that .... everybody was rising from their seats in sequence .A bit geography about classroom. the class room seating would be like I_I and the last benches were joined. The left column was of girls and the right column, boys.And the long jointed last row was occupied by boys :).
Back to story... everybody in the class was standing...the line would meet me in the last bench in a few seconds. manadeppuduu last benche :) . .Finally it was my turn and i answered. OOPS.... it was wrong. I was shell-shocked and i stood still. The standing line started from the first bench in the right and it came back to last bench where i sat and it was going again to the front in left side. The wave kept its tempo and rising all the way. I wished it would go on like that keeping everyone standing. But it didnt. Rajini would always sit in the fitst bench-first seat. She was the one who would get to face that question last. So...the standing wave reached her.She rose and ..and answered. Correct answer. My heart cried " NOOOOOOO !!!!... "
There was a reason for my muuga-outcry . Whoever would answer to the question by ma'am should slap the other not-answered-boys/girls. The humiliating slapping process was like: Hold the nose of the person with one hand and slap with the other. And .. And Rajini began her work. Slapping everyone in the class. She was reaching me .To slap . She came.She saw.She slapped. Embarrassing. Embarrassed for many reasons. Emabarrassed because i couldnt answer and she was the only one in the class who could answer.Embarrassed because she got a chance to beat everyone.Embarrassed thinking how proud she would feel with this mass-slapping :) More embarrassed thinking what if i never get a chance to repay her in this style :) :) . [ Months later..i got that chance :). i'll tell u phir kabhi .i dont think she remembers any of these :) ]
Okay guys ... thats the end of the series. Thanks for bearing with me all this time :)
adios
Kranthi :)
Monday, December 13, 2010
A Collection of Best Embarrassing Moments - III
Half नाम brings बदनाम :) :
This was a difffferenttt situation. You know that my name is kranthi kumar.just keep in mind :) . I have one habbit since my schooldays. i always draw something in my notebook. If u open my notebook u will find something ... some kind of drawing.My friends knew this. sometimes u will find some unfinsihed drawings too. The reason is ..somewhere in the middle..if i lose interest or if some other work is to be addressed i would leave that in that middle. This habit is still ON :) . Okay besides drawing i always write my name in different different styles embellishing it. I always,mostly, write just "kranthi" leaving "kumar" to gaali(winds :) ).
Okay..getting back to story : One day, in school, I started writing my name in the centre of a notebook...in one whole paper ... in big double lines like we find the movie titles on posters. For a time i developed a fascination towards the "kumar" in my name.That day i was writng just "kumar".I allocated one complete paper for that . ఒక అమరశిల్పి జక్కన లా K చెక్కాను. U చెక్కాను M చెక్కాను A చెక్కాను. చివరగా R కూడా చేక్కబోయాను . కాని అప్పటికే bore కొట్టి చచ్చాను . So lite తీసుకున్నాను . I was in class ..i got so so bored and I didnt sculpt the last letter "R" :)
AFTER FEW MONTHS. One day Jani who was famous for his mafiaic activities like having powerful connection outside the school :) was flipping the pages of my notebook and accidentally stopped at one page and cried loudly with excitement " OOOOOOOO... whats this?...hammaaaa!!!!." I looked at it and was shell shocked. I found there K U M A . bore కొట్టి మధ్యలో వదిలేసిన నా సుందర నామ చివరి సగభాగం . OH god...!!! చచ్చాను ...There was one girl K.Umamahalaxmi in our class. just naa mundhu bench. My "KUMAR" sans R outputed a new eaquation "K UMA " . Shortform for Umamahalaxmi :'( . Though there was sister-brother jargon in the school... no one in class would miss this opprtunity to comment. I was fully embarrassed. Ee జానిగాడు balckmail చేసి చంపేస్తాడు అని అనుకున్నాను ..కాని luckily he forgot everything and saved me from further embarrassament :) .Thanks Jani :)
AUTO-matic-GRAPHS :) :
Final semester... the twilight of enginering days :( everybody was thinking "what they're gonna miss"!!! .E verybody was buying autograph books /slam books and running after their dear friends. There was one girl Aparna,my classmate . She was also in my lab practicals batch who once, (2-1 / 3-1? not sure) helped me in the lab external exam. I was stuck with some problem in the lab and she herself came to me and helped me.That day I felt like she was some angel descended to help me in the lab :) .
So ..coming back to final days of engg... i thought i would take autograph of hers. I decided. That day..everybody was busy scribbling in others' books. I took Ramesh with me for company and went to her and gave my book. She was scribbling and i stood there.Some other girl(our classmate) came and sat beside her.After Aparna finished she asked "shall i pass on this to her?" .That other girl was looking and if i said "NO" it wouldnt look good though i hardly spoke to her before. I said "okay .... u pass it on..". By then there were already 5 to 7 girs accumulated in that area. nenu booked.Then I said,pointing to another girl "after that...give it to her.. " Then Aparna said "Dont worry...i will pass this to everyone". I didnt say anything but okay.They were all scribbling in my book like automatic machines as they didnt know anything abt me. I left that place and went later to collect.
I collected and was goin to hostel with Ramesh . I was feeling embarrassed. Actually dying with that feeling. I didnt feel okay having those details (though they didnt write much ) of the girls who i never spoke to.I wanted to have Aparna's and i ended up with all. Even they too might have disliked and totally hated writing in a person's book whom they hardly knew. Finally ...i vented my anguish to ramesh " Hey ramesh..am not feeling good..this is embarrassing". And u know waht ramesh said " hammayya!!! thank god!!! kranthi.... now i am happy ... 2 days back ..even i gave them mine ... and from that time i am feelin awkward too .. now u added to the list ...cool " .He was ROFL. I kept aside my suffering and i joined him. Laughing. But till today... whenever i think about that i feel embarrassed :( .
Two Birds At One Blow :) :
This is can be called Collective Embarrassment :) మా father కి telugu భాషన్నా ..telugu literature అన్నా మాంచి ప్రాణం అన్నమాట . He likes the movies which reflect telugu culture and indian culture. So..obviously he loves the director Bapu.
okay now coming to the point..while i was in school..on some holiday...soembody brought VCP .We were watching the movie Rajendraprasad's "Mister Pellam" directed by Bapu. My dad was sitting beside me on the bed supporting his back against the wall. The video was being played on TV infront of me but the audio was being played beside me.Didnt get this??? నేను చెబుతాను kadaaaaa.... Ever since the movie started my father started eulogizing about Bapu ,his films, his film-making-style . నేను "ఊ " కొడుతూ చూస్తున్నాను .
So ..then came a song sequence in the movie.Hero sings about heroine . it goes like " aa sogasu chuuda tharammaaa..." My dad re-bounced with full enthusiasm and was saying "See...the other directors show herones in a bad light..see Bapu..see there..how decently bapu is showing his heroine with that బారు జడ ..నిండు చీర ...." .Then it happened.I wish i were not there . All of you who saw that song would understand. what happened was :
while my father was singing paeans about Bapu ...alas.... during that song.. at one moment ... how to say..hmm ... ok.. the heroine's saree slipped/slid from her shoulder... The second we saw that scene ..my father instantly stopped talking and was absolutely silent. I think it was a crest-fallen moment for him .. .. and i didnt find a place to hide my head :) . I dont know what the director might have thought about including such scene but i cursed my presence there at that moment .Usually ..in normal cases..when we we happen to watch such scenes with parents we would feel awfully embarrassed. But in this case ..even worse...while my father was raving abt the director and suddenly happening this kind of thing out of blue .... its million zillion times more than that.
But ...everytime i think about that there comes a smile on my face :) . Dual embarrassment :)
-Kranthi :)
This was a difffferenttt situation. You know that my name is kranthi kumar.just keep in mind :) . I have one habbit since my schooldays. i always draw something in my notebook. If u open my notebook u will find something ... some kind of drawing.My friends knew this. sometimes u will find some unfinsihed drawings too. The reason is ..somewhere in the middle..if i lose interest or if some other work is to be addressed i would leave that in that middle. This habit is still ON :) . Okay besides drawing i always write my name in different different styles embellishing it. I always,mostly, write just "kranthi" leaving "kumar" to gaali(winds :) ).
Okay..getting back to story : One day, in school, I started writing my name in the centre of a notebook...in one whole paper ... in big double lines like we find the movie titles on posters. For a time i developed a fascination towards the "kumar" in my name.That day i was writng just "kumar".I allocated one complete paper for that . ఒక అమరశిల్పి జక్కన లా K చెక్కాను. U చెక్కాను M చెక్కాను A చెక్కాను. చివరగా R కూడా చేక్కబోయాను . కాని అప్పటికే bore కొట్టి చచ్చాను . So lite తీసుకున్నాను . I was in class ..i got so so bored and I didnt sculpt the last letter "R" :)
AFTER FEW MONTHS. One day Jani who was famous for his mafiaic activities like having powerful connection outside the school :) was flipping the pages of my notebook and accidentally stopped at one page and cried loudly with excitement " OOOOOOOO... whats this?...hammaaaa!!!!." I looked at it and was shell shocked. I found there K U M A . bore కొట్టి మధ్యలో వదిలేసిన నా సుందర నామ చివరి సగభాగం . OH god...!!! చచ్చాను ...There was one girl K.Umamahalaxmi in our class. just naa mundhu bench. My "KUMAR" sans R outputed a new eaquation "K UMA " . Shortform for Umamahalaxmi :'( . Though there was sister-brother jargon in the school... no one in class would miss this opprtunity to comment. I was fully embarrassed. Ee జానిగాడు balckmail చేసి చంపేస్తాడు అని అనుకున్నాను ..కాని luckily he forgot everything and saved me from further embarrassament :) .Thanks Jani :)
AUTO-matic-GRAPHS :) :
Final semester... the twilight of enginering days :( everybody was thinking "what they're gonna miss"!!! .E verybody was buying autograph books /slam books and running after their dear friends. There was one girl Aparna,my classmate . She was also in my lab practicals batch who once, (2-1 / 3-1? not sure) helped me in the lab external exam. I was stuck with some problem in the lab and she herself came to me and helped me.That day I felt like she was some angel descended to help me in the lab :) .
So ..coming back to final days of engg... i thought i would take autograph of hers. I decided. That day..everybody was busy scribbling in others' books. I took Ramesh with me for company and went to her and gave my book. She was scribbling and i stood there.Some other girl(our classmate) came and sat beside her.After Aparna finished she asked "shall i pass on this to her?" .That other girl was looking and if i said "NO" it wouldnt look good though i hardly spoke to her before. I said "okay .... u pass it on..". By then there were already 5 to 7 girs accumulated in that area. nenu booked.Then I said,pointing to another girl "after that...give it to her.. " Then Aparna said "Dont worry...i will pass this to everyone". I didnt say anything but okay.They were all scribbling in my book like automatic machines as they didnt know anything abt me. I left that place and went later to collect.
I collected and was goin to hostel with Ramesh . I was feeling embarrassed. Actually dying with that feeling. I didnt feel okay having those details (though they didnt write much ) of the girls who i never spoke to.I wanted to have Aparna's and i ended up with all. Even they too might have disliked and totally hated writing in a person's book whom they hardly knew. Finally ...i vented my anguish to ramesh " Hey ramesh..am not feeling good..this is embarrassing". And u know waht ramesh said " hammayya!!! thank god!!! kranthi.... now i am happy ... 2 days back ..even i gave them mine ... and from that time i am feelin awkward too .. now u added to the list ...cool " .He was ROFL. I kept aside my suffering and i joined him. Laughing. But till today... whenever i think about that i feel embarrassed :( .
Two Birds At One Blow :) :
This is can be called Collective Embarrassment :) మా father కి telugu భాషన్నా ..telugu literature అన్నా మాంచి ప్రాణం అన్నమాట . He likes the movies which reflect telugu culture and indian culture. So..obviously he loves the director Bapu.
okay now coming to the point..while i was in school..on some holiday...soembody brought VCP .We were watching the movie Rajendraprasad's "Mister Pellam" directed by Bapu. My dad was sitting beside me on the bed supporting his back against the wall. The video was being played on TV infront of me but the audio was being played beside me.Didnt get this??? నేను చెబుతాను kadaaaaa.... Ever since the movie started my father started eulogizing about Bapu ,his films, his film-making-style . నేను "ఊ " కొడుతూ చూస్తున్నాను .
So ..then came a song sequence in the movie.Hero sings about heroine . it goes like " aa sogasu chuuda tharammaaa..." My dad re-bounced with full enthusiasm and was saying "See...the other directors show herones in a bad light..see Bapu..see there..how decently bapu is showing his heroine with that బారు జడ ..నిండు చీర ...." .Then it happened.I wish i were not there . All of you who saw that song would understand. what happened was :
while my father was singing paeans about Bapu ...alas.... during that song.. at one moment ... how to say..hmm ... ok.. the heroine's saree slipped/slid from her shoulder... The second we saw that scene ..my father instantly stopped talking and was absolutely silent. I think it was a crest-fallen moment for him .. .. and i didnt find a place to hide my head :) . I dont know what the director might have thought about including such scene but i cursed my presence there at that moment .Usually ..in normal cases..when we we happen to watch such scenes with parents we would feel awfully embarrassed. But in this case ..even worse...while my father was raving abt the director and suddenly happening this kind of thing out of blue .... its million zillion times more than that.
But ...everytime i think about that there comes a smile on my face :) . Dual embarrassment :)
-Kranthi :)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
A Collection of Best Embarrassing Moments - II
బతుకు "BUS-STAND" :) :
Actually..this is not just a story.This is a saga :) తెల్లని shirt పై మరకలా కాలికి అంటిన బురదలా ఇది ఎప్పటికీ అలా గుర్తుండిపొతుంది . After Engineering , all my best buddies flew to US for their MS programs and I took shelter somewhere around Dilsuknagar. What I was doing? Applying for jobs and learning some course at ..haha..obvious Ameerpet .Here the story goes to an alley near my room. Every evening ,me and my roommates would walk from our room to the main road to have some snacks (pani puri/ mirapakaya bajji :) ) or to buy vegetables.So..on that lane from our room to the main road there was a flat on third or second floor of an apartment which had a family in it .
Our saga deals with two good looking college girls from that family . So while we walked the damsels would come out to their balacony and smile at us. There was one guy Vamsi in our gang who was 100percent sure/adamant that they were there at balcony for him,for him only. I never believed him nor understood those girls . i knew it was coincidence .
One day ..vamshi and i were going on the same lane ... I looked at window even before we came close to that appartment...no one was there but as soon as we came even closer they popped up at the balcony.They were smiling.vamshi was smiling. He was saying "అదిగో ..చూడు .. చూడు .. చెప్పాకదా వస్తారని ".Usualgaa కనిపించే నక్షత్రాలు కాకుండా asteroids commets తిరుగుతున్నాయనిపించింది నా తల చుట్టూ . అందులో ఒకటేదో పెద్దగా వుంది ..బహుశా Jupiter ఏమో . వంశీ ని criticize చేస్తున్నానని కాదు కాని , we didnt think they were coming for him as he thought. No offense.రోజులు గడుస్తున్నాయి .They never spoke to him nor "hi"ed him .
Now the second part for this story. One day i was coming alone on the same street too. As I approached their appartment ..one girl came out to balcony ..stood there..and went in :) A few days later I saw her in the bus-stop . And two days later I saw her again in the same bustop. NOW WATCH THE TERRIFIC DRAMA: We had a chat :) The whole conversation took place in english only.Somehow ..I filled my heart with sahasam seyara dimbhaka courage though it was a tough task indeed. Taking for granted that she kinda knew me..i mean అప్పుడప్పుడు చూస్తూ ఉంటుంది కదా lane లో వంశీతో పాటు అని ..(time బాగోలేకపోతే ఒబామా కూడా మామ లా అనిపిస్తాడు )
I went to her and said " Hi"
She was staring at me like i was from our ninth planet Pluto .. I didnt know what she was trying to see but I saw a big quesion mark on her face.Confirmed .Book అయ్యాను .Terrible runtime error. To avoid my further self-embarrassment ...కొంచం తేరుకుని
I said again " Hi' (believe me..i said again)
She said " WHO ARE YOU ?"
నాక్కూడా same అలాగే అనిపించింది . who am i . మళ్లీ తేరుకుని....
I said " I just thought i would say 'hi' ". నా vocal cords నుంచి మాటలోస్తున్నాయి కాని ....వాటికి నా brain తో connection already lost.
She twisted her brow differently and with full frustrated voice brutally attacked me again " BUT WHO are you ?" ( she added a word extra this time..and the accent was on the word "WHO" which was even more embarrassing to me)
"వామ్మో !! ఎన్ని సార్లు అడుగుతావు తల్లి who are u who are u ani. నాకు మాత్రం ఏమి తెలుసు " అని నా మనసు ఏడుస్తుంది.అసలు ఎప్పుడూ లేనిది నాకు ఇలా wish చెయ్యలని అనిపించడమేంటి and ఇలా book అయిపొవడమేంటీ.... ఏంటో .... అంతా మాయ!!!
వీలైనంత తొందరగా అక్కడినుంచి పారిపోవలని ధ్రుడసంకల్పంతో ... finally i replied "hmm..okay..no problem" and jump-jilani .... escaped from there :)
That was one awesome embarrassing moment.Dont u think?? haha. I never revealed this to my then roommates :) . Actually.. i didnt do my home work properly. I should have equipped myself with suitable replies to answer unexpected questions . i think i expected a NO HI from her but not this :) :) . As the saying goes every cloud has silver lining .... thank god/thank her .... she didnt call police :D . hmm, adi naa city bus-stand story :)
Meltdown in Maths Class :( :
No matter how hard i try i cannot infuse a funny or happy smiley in this article. I told u once that i was not good at maths till i entered 9thclass.And though i was poor i always got good marks all the times except this time. This event happned in 8th class . In the quartelrly exams that time ... as a matter of fact i could not solve a single problem.The syllabus mostly included a chapter called Commercial or business mathemetics which was a hard nut to crack for me. . After blisfull dasara vacation ... back to school and the time for results. SeenSaar (maths sir ... srinivas sir..we call him fondly that way) came to class that day with the bundle of our corrected answer sheets and with an expression on his face which was furious. The look itself distanced me from him.The sheets were distributed and he was calling each one by roll numbers . 90% of the class got very less marks and sir was beating them like never before.
I was called. There were many moments of embarrassment here. After he called i was walking towards him and he gave the look. The look which I never saw before. It killed me.That was the first of the many moments that hour. I went to him he and he asked my marks.I said my marks.He asked me again loudly.I said "24" (out of 100) .He smiled sarcastically.That was the second. He got hold of my ear and started twisting it.Did it hurt? If u are asking me whether it hurt me physically i will say NO. It should hurt but i didnt feel any physical sensation. It was more than that.The infliction infront of the class was waht that was hurting me. Then.. placing his hand roughly on my head he forcefully pulled my head down making my body bend before him.Then he beat me on my back. Again I didnt feel any pain physically. He was saying something to class while beating me.That was paining .I didnt cry. Whole class was watching and everyone was feeling sorry as they always saw me as the one who got first or second rank.
I went home.Next morning .. i didnt want to go school. It was embarrassing. I didnt go. At home, I feigned "stomachache ".The next day it was head ache.The other day it was dizziness. I acted that way infront of my mom for almost 7 to 10 days. THIS was embarrassing too but i didnt have the gut to face the other teachers and the whole class. RadhaKrishna,my classmate told me at home that all the sirs and ma'ams were talking about my incident.They never might have assumed that i would be in that kind of situation. adi katha. Now a smiley : :)
Actually..this is not just a story.This is a saga :) తెల్లని shirt పై మరకలా కాలికి అంటిన బురదలా ఇది ఎప్పటికీ అలా గుర్తుండిపొతుంది . After Engineering , all my best buddies flew to US for their MS programs and I took shelter somewhere around Dilsuknagar. What I was doing? Applying for jobs and learning some course at ..haha..obvious Ameerpet .Here the story goes to an alley near my room. Every evening ,me and my roommates would walk from our room to the main road to have some snacks (pani puri/ mirapakaya bajji :) ) or to buy vegetables.So..on that lane from our room to the main road there was a flat on third or second floor of an apartment which had a family in it .
Our saga deals with two good looking college girls from that family . So while we walked the damsels would come out to their balacony and smile at us. There was one guy Vamsi in our gang who was 100percent sure/adamant that they were there at balcony for him,for him only. I never believed him nor understood those girls . i knew it was coincidence .
One day ..vamshi and i were going on the same lane ... I looked at window even before we came close to that appartment...no one was there but as soon as we came even closer they popped up at the balcony.They were smiling.vamshi was smiling. He was saying "అదిగో ..చూడు .. చూడు .. చెప్పాకదా వస్తారని ".Usualgaa కనిపించే నక్షత్రాలు కాకుండా asteroids commets తిరుగుతున్నాయనిపించింది నా తల చుట్టూ . అందులో ఒకటేదో పెద్దగా వుంది ..బహుశా Jupiter ఏమో . వంశీ ని criticize చేస్తున్నానని కాదు కాని , we didnt think they were coming for him as he thought. No offense.రోజులు గడుస్తున్నాయి .They never spoke to him nor "hi"ed him .
Now the second part for this story. One day i was coming alone on the same street too. As I approached their appartment ..one girl came out to balcony ..stood there..and went in :) A few days later I saw her in the bus-stop . And two days later I saw her again in the same bustop. NOW WATCH THE TERRIFIC DRAMA: We had a chat :) The whole conversation took place in english only.Somehow ..I filled my heart with sahasam seyara dimbhaka courage though it was a tough task indeed. Taking for granted that she kinda knew me..i mean అప్పుడప్పుడు చూస్తూ ఉంటుంది కదా lane లో వంశీతో పాటు అని ..(time బాగోలేకపోతే ఒబామా కూడా మామ లా అనిపిస్తాడు )
I went to her and said " Hi"
She was staring at me like i was from our ninth planet Pluto .. I didnt know what she was trying to see but I saw a big quesion mark on her face.Confirmed .Book అయ్యాను .Terrible runtime error. To avoid my further self-embarrassment ...కొంచం తేరుకుని
I said again " Hi' (believe me..i said again)
She said " WHO ARE YOU ?"
నాక్కూడా same అలాగే అనిపించింది . who am i . మళ్లీ తేరుకుని....
I said " I just thought i would say 'hi' ". నా vocal cords నుంచి మాటలోస్తున్నాయి కాని ....వాటికి నా brain తో connection already lost.
She twisted her brow differently and with full frustrated voice brutally attacked me again " BUT WHO are you ?" ( she added a word extra this time..and the accent was on the word "WHO" which was even more embarrassing to me)
"వామ్మో !! ఎన్ని సార్లు అడుగుతావు తల్లి who are u who are u ani. నాకు మాత్రం ఏమి తెలుసు " అని నా మనసు ఏడుస్తుంది.అసలు ఎప్పుడూ లేనిది నాకు ఇలా wish చెయ్యలని అనిపించడమేంటి and ఇలా book అయిపొవడమేంటీ.... ఏంటో .... అంతా మాయ!!!
వీలైనంత తొందరగా అక్కడినుంచి పారిపోవలని ధ్రుడసంకల్పంతో ... finally i replied "hmm..okay..no problem" and jump-jilani .... escaped from there :)
That was one awesome embarrassing moment.Dont u think?? haha. I never revealed this to my then roommates :) . Actually.. i didnt do my home work properly. I should have equipped myself with suitable replies to answer unexpected questions . i think i expected a NO HI from her but not this :) :) . As the saying goes every cloud has silver lining .... thank god/thank her .... she didnt call police :D . hmm, adi naa city bus-stand story :)
Meltdown in Maths Class :( :
No matter how hard i try i cannot infuse a funny or happy smiley in this article. I told u once that i was not good at maths till i entered 9thclass.And though i was poor i always got good marks all the times except this time. This event happned in 8th class . In the quartelrly exams that time ... as a matter of fact i could not solve a single problem.The syllabus mostly included a chapter called Commercial or business mathemetics which was a hard nut to crack for me. . After blisfull dasara vacation ... back to school and the time for results. SeenSaar (maths sir ... srinivas sir..we call him fondly that way) came to class that day with the bundle of our corrected answer sheets and with an expression on his face which was furious. The look itself distanced me from him.The sheets were distributed and he was calling each one by roll numbers . 90% of the class got very less marks and sir was beating them like never before.
I was called. There were many moments of embarrassment here. After he called i was walking towards him and he gave the look. The look which I never saw before. It killed me.That was the first of the many moments that hour. I went to him he and he asked my marks.I said my marks.He asked me again loudly.I said "24" (out of 100) .He smiled sarcastically.That was the second. He got hold of my ear and started twisting it.Did it hurt? If u are asking me whether it hurt me physically i will say NO. It should hurt but i didnt feel any physical sensation. It was more than that.The infliction infront of the class was waht that was hurting me. Then.. placing his hand roughly on my head he forcefully pulled my head down making my body bend before him.Then he beat me on my back. Again I didnt feel any pain physically. He was saying something to class while beating me.That was paining .I didnt cry. Whole class was watching and everyone was feeling sorry as they always saw me as the one who got first or second rank.
I went home.Next morning .. i didnt want to go school. It was embarrassing. I didnt go. At home, I feigned "stomachache ".The next day it was head ache.The other day it was dizziness. I acted that way infront of my mom for almost 7 to 10 days. THIS was embarrassing too but i didnt have the gut to face the other teachers and the whole class. RadhaKrishna,my classmate told me at home that all the sirs and ma'ams were talking about my incident.They never might have assumed that i would be in that kind of situation. adi katha. Now a smiley : :)
Sunday, November 21, 2010
A Collection of Best Embarrassing Moments - I
1. Piece-of-चाकू ;) :
Engineering Frst year.In Workshop. That day ,our task which could be called "excruciating" was : Each of us were given a small matchbox sized iron piece. We had to file its edges smoothly and also cut into a bizzare shape.There was something more to that process...i think we had to put it under some machine...ok whatever...wil come to the point...somehwere in the middle or end of the process we had to rub that iron piece with some wet piece of chalk and must be allowed to dry.
So..here the story deals with that piece of chalk. Somehow I found one very very small piece of chalk and started rubbing the slab . As I was using that one friend Mastan Rao came and asked me for the chalk once i was done with it. naaku mandipoyindi .so i said seriously with a disgruntled distorted face " rey.. naa daggara vunnade chinna piece... emi ivvamantaav". He went away. I was still doin the process.
A few seconds later one girl Mitra came to me and just said " chalk piece" . Could not say anything to her like i said to mastan.As my track record dealing with girls was always utmost pathetic , i just gave her as if i was a machine . Just gave it to her.Just like that. Strongly Seriously Sanctimoniously praying god to not let happen an event i tuned my face to check whether god had answered my prayer or not. No,He didnt answer. Mastan was there.Looking at me. he saw waht happened. That was not a usual smile on his face..it was something different ... a lopsided smile kinda thing embeded with the best sarcasm and best satire. alaa aa chalk oka chaku laa heart lo dhigi i died that day on the spot.Condolences to me !!!! ;)
2. ఆడవారి మాటలకు అర్థాలు వేరులే :) :
ఇది మాంచి variety. school లో జరిగిందే . మా school లో ఒక ఖతర్నాక్ సంప్రదాయం ఉండేది . " అన్నయ్య సన్నిధి ...చెల్లెమ్మ పెన్నిధి " type. i mean... boys girls ని "sister" అని అనాలి .girls boys ని "brother" అని పిలవాలి . Super brother-sister sentiment కదా .Yeah even i felt weird when i moved into this school in 6th class. okay now the story :) :
This happened in 9th class . One day ... I finished my lunch at home and came to school a bit early for the afternoon session. I was doing my hindi handwriting notes .. adey chinnappudu raasthaam kadaaa .. handwritng copy.. so i was writing which must be submitted in the last period . Otherwise ... khallas mana pani. Anitha was already there in the classroom. She would bring lunch box usually. After a few miutes..Rajini entered. Only we three were present in the room. Then the drama started .
I dont remeber exactly who started first. Anitha asked me
" Brother, మేడి పండు చూడ మేలిమైయుండును పొట్ట విప్పి చూడ పురుగులుండు ... పద్యముంది కదా... ఎవరు రాసారు? "
Unaware of anything...I answered " vemana anukntaanu sister" .
she said "Thanks brother".
I felt proud for my accomplishment. I was still scribbling in my notebook. A minute later ,Rajini started.
Rajini asked " Brother..తప్పులెన్నువారు తండోపతండంబు తప్పు లెన్నువారు తమతప్పు లెరుగరు .." అంటూ ఇంకో పద్యం పాడి " ఈ పద్యం ఎవరు రాసారు? " అని అడిగింది.
Me unable to read between their lines... scratched my head and said " correct గా తెలియదు ..,భాస్కరుడా ?? " . She smiled . I smiled too.
Later bell rang at 2 pm and the classes began. The second period was Chandraiah Sir's Social studies. That day he seemed cool and was not teaching anything. Just talking with students. I was doing something I dont remember . Finally chandraiah sir came to the subject of animosity among girls in our class. Even i didnt know about it before. There were two groups among girls in our class.Rajini and Anitha belonged to rival groups. Sir was trying to be a good peace maker and trying to unite them.
The arguments between groups soared up and suddenly rajini said "master... కావలంటే ... kranthi ని అడగండి....ఎవరుstart చేస్తున్నారో గొడవని... afternoon జరిగింది క్రాంతికి కూడా తెలుసు" .
Calling out my name suddenly that too as a witness brought me form my world into the classroom. Before i came to senses the whole class,ofcourse boys cried out loud mockingly " OOOOOOOOOOO....." "kranthiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" .Snickering everywhere.
I was mortified. మా boys అసలే ఎదవలు ...వాళ్ళ అరుపుల కి comments కి ఏడ్చినంత పని అయ్యింది . మధ్యహ్నం ఎంత అమాయకంగా అడిగారు questions.హమ్మ !! అది enquiry కానే కాదు .infact,పద్యాలతో యుద్ధం . నేనేమో పిచ్చి సన్నాసిలాగా వాళ్ళడిగిన దానికి బుర్ర చించుకుని ,అలోచించి మరీ answer చేసాను . ఎంతైనా ..pawan kalyan పాడినట్టు ఆడవారి మాటలకు అర్థాలు వేరులే !!! :)
3.Chemical ' Reaction' :) :
haha..once again a girl made me look like a fool. . First year of Engg.Chemistry lab. What would happen in lab usually was: we would be given some salt (some powdered chemical) ..first we would weigh it in a balance and later go for the experiment stuff. So as ususal... i was given some white coloured salt like everybody else. There was a room with all the miniature common balances..very small....enclosed in a glass case. I slowly placed my salt on those tiniest paltes of the balance and was trying to weigh. And...i did a mistake. While weighing ...my hand touched the balance with force and the salt fell on the case bottom.
Heart attack. అసలే hostel లో ragging చేయించుకుంటూ చచ్చిపొతుంటే ఇప్పుడుsirs తో కూడా చెయించుకోవాలా దేవుడా అని మూగగా ఏడ్చాను...రొదించాను. అటూ ఇటూ చూసి ఎవరూ చూడడం లేదని confirm చేసుకుని...కిందపడిన salt ని చేతికి దొరికినంత తీసుకుని మళ్ళీ plate లో వేసాను .ఇక weight చూడడం waste అని decide అయ్యి...పక్కనోడి weight ని రాసుకుని .. చలో to experiment :)
Already i lost hope about the marks which would be given in the end. Experiment was done somehow and I was calculating some molarity or molefaction and was just rounding up every value analysing friends values.And from out of nowhere...Divya Kannan came.A few words about her.A tamilian ,full height, she would talk so fast as if words were coming out like bullets from Ak47. And this was the one of the only two verbal encounters i had with her in the whole 4 years.
A confession to make here :) : In the past...Though I was not good in talking with girls...I had one peculiar quality.I could go and talk to them if there was a need....but if THEY suddenly would pop up before me and talk ...it would take time first to come out of shock and then to acknowldege that somebody was talking to me.The point is I must be the initiator because i would do all the required homework and rehearsals and approach them :)
Okay..comin back to story..Divya kannan seemed to have some doubt in her calculation and she found me leaving everyone. She came to me and emitted a super sonic wave " @%$-----some encrypted voice message-----$&#" . what i could decipher that as was " wahts your output value ?" . Suddenly seeing her asking me the question i mumbled, topping it up with an awkward smile " well....i did ....appropriately" . She looked confused. Why wouldnt she? so was I. The moment I saw her ..my brain cells related to reasoning and understanding got switched off. You know that only my Vocal cords would work during those times. She left giving an awful look.Devudaaaaa!!!
After she left I started thinking what happened : she came..she asked the output value...waht i intended to say was "I messed up while weighing the salt and so i calculated roughly..approximately.". Instead of using the word "approximately" I used "appropriately" which is an exact opposite. Godddd!!!!! I felt like jumping into one big concetrated H2SO4 bottle there in the lab and kill myslef infront of all the professors and fellow sudents. చీ బతుకు ..!!!! :)
-Kranthi :)
Engineering Frst year.In Workshop. That day ,our task which could be called "excruciating" was : Each of us were given a small matchbox sized iron piece. We had to file its edges smoothly and also cut into a bizzare shape.There was something more to that process...i think we had to put it under some machine...ok whatever...wil come to the point...somehwere in the middle or end of the process we had to rub that iron piece with some wet piece of chalk and must be allowed to dry.
So..here the story deals with that piece of chalk. Somehow I found one very very small piece of chalk and started rubbing the slab . As I was using that one friend Mastan Rao came and asked me for the chalk once i was done with it. naaku mandipoyindi .so i said seriously with a disgruntled distorted face " rey.. naa daggara vunnade chinna piece... emi ivvamantaav". He went away. I was still doin the process.
A few seconds later one girl Mitra came to me and just said " chalk piece" . Could not say anything to her like i said to mastan.As my track record dealing with girls was always utmost pathetic , i just gave her as if i was a machine . Just gave it to her.Just like that. Strongly Seriously Sanctimoniously praying god to not let happen an event i tuned my face to check whether god had answered my prayer or not. No,He didnt answer. Mastan was there.Looking at me. he saw waht happened. That was not a usual smile on his face..it was something different ... a lopsided smile kinda thing embeded with the best sarcasm and best satire. alaa aa chalk oka chaku laa heart lo dhigi i died that day on the spot.Condolences to me !!!! ;)
2. ఆడవారి మాటలకు అర్థాలు వేరులే :) :
ఇది మాంచి variety. school లో జరిగిందే . మా school లో ఒక ఖతర్నాక్ సంప్రదాయం ఉండేది . " అన్నయ్య సన్నిధి ...చెల్లెమ్మ పెన్నిధి " type. i mean... boys girls ని "sister" అని అనాలి .girls boys ని "brother" అని పిలవాలి . Super brother-sister sentiment కదా .Yeah even i felt weird when i moved into this school in 6th class. okay now the story :) :
This happened in 9th class . One day ... I finished my lunch at home and came to school a bit early for the afternoon session. I was doing my hindi handwriting notes .. adey chinnappudu raasthaam kadaaa .. handwritng copy.. so i was writing which must be submitted in the last period . Otherwise ... khallas mana pani. Anitha was already there in the classroom. She would bring lunch box usually. After a few miutes..Rajini entered. Only we three were present in the room. Then the drama started .
I dont remeber exactly who started first. Anitha asked me
" Brother, మేడి పండు చూడ మేలిమైయుండును పొట్ట విప్పి చూడ పురుగులుండు ... పద్యముంది కదా... ఎవరు రాసారు? "
Unaware of anything...I answered " vemana anukntaanu sister" .
she said "Thanks brother".
I felt proud for my accomplishment. I was still scribbling in my notebook. A minute later ,Rajini started.
Rajini asked " Brother..తప్పులెన్నువారు తండోపతండంబు తప్పు లెన్నువారు తమతప్పు లెరుగరు .." అంటూ ఇంకో పద్యం పాడి " ఈ పద్యం ఎవరు రాసారు? " అని అడిగింది.
Me unable to read between their lines... scratched my head and said " correct గా తెలియదు ..,భాస్కరుడా ?? " . She smiled . I smiled too.
Later bell rang at 2 pm and the classes began. The second period was Chandraiah Sir's Social studies. That day he seemed cool and was not teaching anything. Just talking with students. I was doing something I dont remember . Finally chandraiah sir came to the subject of animosity among girls in our class. Even i didnt know about it before. There were two groups among girls in our class.Rajini and Anitha belonged to rival groups. Sir was trying to be a good peace maker and trying to unite them.
The arguments between groups soared up and suddenly rajini said "master... కావలంటే ... kranthi ని అడగండి....ఎవరుstart చేస్తున్నారో గొడవని... afternoon జరిగింది క్రాంతికి కూడా తెలుసు" .
Calling out my name suddenly that too as a witness brought me form my world into the classroom. Before i came to senses the whole class,ofcourse boys cried out loud mockingly " OOOOOOOOOOO....." "kranthiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" .Snickering everywhere.
I was mortified. మా boys అసలే ఎదవలు ...వాళ్ళ అరుపుల కి comments కి ఏడ్చినంత పని అయ్యింది . మధ్యహ్నం ఎంత అమాయకంగా అడిగారు questions.హమ్మ !! అది enquiry కానే కాదు .infact,పద్యాలతో యుద్ధం . నేనేమో పిచ్చి సన్నాసిలాగా వాళ్ళడిగిన దానికి బుర్ర చించుకుని ,అలోచించి మరీ answer చేసాను . ఎంతైనా ..pawan kalyan పాడినట్టు ఆడవారి మాటలకు అర్థాలు వేరులే !!! :)
3.Chemical ' Reaction' :) :
haha..once again a girl made me look like a fool. . First year of Engg.Chemistry lab. What would happen in lab usually was: we would be given some salt (some powdered chemical) ..first we would weigh it in a balance and later go for the experiment stuff. So as ususal... i was given some white coloured salt like everybody else. There was a room with all the miniature common balances..very small....enclosed in a glass case. I slowly placed my salt on those tiniest paltes of the balance and was trying to weigh. And...i did a mistake. While weighing ...my hand touched the balance with force and the salt fell on the case bottom.
Heart attack. అసలే hostel లో ragging చేయించుకుంటూ చచ్చిపొతుంటే ఇప్పుడుsirs తో కూడా చెయించుకోవాలా దేవుడా అని మూగగా ఏడ్చాను...రొదించాను. అటూ ఇటూ చూసి ఎవరూ చూడడం లేదని confirm చేసుకుని...కిందపడిన salt ని చేతికి దొరికినంత తీసుకుని మళ్ళీ plate లో వేసాను .ఇక weight చూడడం waste అని decide అయ్యి...పక్కనోడి weight ని రాసుకుని .. చలో to experiment :)
Already i lost hope about the marks which would be given in the end. Experiment was done somehow and I was calculating some molarity or molefaction and was just rounding up every value analysing friends values.And from out of nowhere...Divya Kannan came.A few words about her.A tamilian ,full height, she would talk so fast as if words were coming out like bullets from Ak47. And this was the one of the only two verbal encounters i had with her in the whole 4 years.
A confession to make here :) : In the past...Though I was not good in talking with girls...I had one peculiar quality.I could go and talk to them if there was a need....but if THEY suddenly would pop up before me and talk ...it would take time first to come out of shock and then to acknowldege that somebody was talking to me.The point is I must be the initiator because i would do all the required homework and rehearsals and approach them :)
Okay..comin back to story..Divya kannan seemed to have some doubt in her calculation and she found me leaving everyone. She came to me and emitted a super sonic wave " @%$-----some encrypted voice message-----$&#" . what i could decipher that as was " wahts your output value ?" . Suddenly seeing her asking me the question i mumbled, topping it up with an awkward smile " well....i did ....appropriately" . She looked confused. Why wouldnt she? so was I. The moment I saw her ..my brain cells related to reasoning and understanding got switched off. You know that only my Vocal cords would work during those times. She left giving an awful look.Devudaaaaa!!!
After she left I started thinking what happened : she came..she asked the output value...waht i intended to say was "I messed up while weighing the salt and so i calculated roughly..approximately.". Instead of using the word "approximately" I used "appropriately" which is an exact opposite. Godddd!!!!! I felt like jumping into one big concetrated H2SO4 bottle there in the lab and kill myslef infront of all the professors and fellow sudents. చీ బతుకు ..!!!! :)
-Kranthi :)
Friday, September 17, 2010
క్రాంతిగాడి తొలి "music-లవ్వు" story
There used to be a telugu songs program called 'Chitralahari ' which was telecasted once in a week by Doordarshan when i was in school.Thats the only primary gateway to telugu film music in those days to me. I used to stay at my ammamma's house most of the times.As there was no other colour TV available around ,all my colony friends and the neighbours used to throng our house everyday. And when the program was Chitralahari,they were always punctual :) . Ontime.
That day. Chitralahari day. Everybody ,as i said ,arrived on time ..sat on floor .....some leaned against wall....some leaned against door...totally relaxed :) .Festive time for everyone. The maximum people were MY friends. I sat with Radha(krishna), Nagu(nagabrahmam, 3-4 yrs senior to me) watching the show. After 2 or 3 songs.. there came a song....
The way the song began...wow.....the crystal-clear, beautiful, enchanting begining itself took our breath away.And the lovely voice of the singer was so good. Me and Nagu watched the whole song in awe. After that song..a few more songs were shown. But I was still stuck there in the previous song. It was something new which i never experieced before.
A few days gone.. . I didnt forget the song yet. The tune was still lingering in my mind but very feebly. I think it was saturday or sunday. I was walking in the quarters where nagu stayed. He suddenly started humming the first few words with that tune.And that made me remember the tune properly. Oh..Enchanting!!! And for the next few days that was the only song i sang (Dont worry..I sang to myself..not publicly :) ) all the time..at school..at home..streets...bathroom.... everywhere under the sun.
After nearly 2 years:
There was one function at my ammamma's house that summer. summer holidays for me. Enjoying the season :) A few days after the function...my mamaiah brought one of his friend's taperecorder. We didnt have one at our house.It was a small one though. He brought some cassettes...and in that bunch of cassettes...it was there. The cassette of the movie ,in which there was that song i listened long time back..around 2 years ago, was there. KRANTHI IN EUPHORIA :)
I used to pick that cassette and look at the case. WOW...How beautifully the title was wriiten in telugu . ROJA .The song I watched on TV two years ago was "chinni chinni aasha" :). i felt even more happy whenever i read the name AR RAHMAN. My first his-word-encounter with him. Whenever my mamaiah went out..the only one cassette that was played was ROJA. I never even looked at the other ones. After i pressed on ... I ,with full attention, used to listen to that song completely immersed.Every bit of the song..every second...mesmerized me. Its a different world to me. Never before experience.
Sometimes .. when my mamaiah was not around..i would just lay on floor with no bedsheet or mat(the floor was sometimes so cool :)) and with only a pillow supporting my head...and close my eyes... while the cassette was getting played. In the initial seconds I used to attentively observe the music of the songs...and everytime i did so..my heart palpitated heavily. Never before it happened that way...and after that..i would fall asleep like in trance. My mamaiah ,when he was back,finding the tape in ON though the playing was done(No Auto-stop )..would wake me up saying in a stern voice "rey ..entraa...alaa padukunnavu...kaneesam off cheyavchhu kadaa padukunemundu". haha.I would have turned it off if i knew when i was about to sleep. But i didnt know.I didnt know when i slept and i didnt know when my heart got calmed from its heavy throbbing. After a few days...tha tape was gone. :( . edupokkate thakkuva.
Days were rolling. Still in schooling,...as i said we didnt have any taperecorder....but I seriously wanted to buy that cassette.The reason/thoughts : "I dont know how long it takes to have a tape at my house..but it may really take a long time.....and what if they stop that ROJA cassette production later..Oh..no!!!......but I donot have any money to buy one ". I was so naive :)
2 more Years later:
Finished tenth class. Like many others...one day...I went to the other town to attend a one-hour-entrance-exam for some intermediate college.After the exam.I came out of the hall. Ennallanuncho manasulo vunna korikaki rekkalochhina vela.ROJA audio cassette knali.That was the first time i had some money in my pockets :)I could buy a cassette and still could afford bus fare to go back. :) .I was walking on the roads still pondering ... to buy or not to. Couldnot make up my mind. The biggest factor restraining me was : " though i buy..where shall i hide it. Hmm.not an easy task. What would i say to my parents if they found my hidden treasure and waht if they asked my logic behind buying when there was no tape to play it." I stood before a music store. What do u think? Did i go in? Did i buy ? Any guesses?
P.S: Why this post now? :)
Everytime AR's muisc is slated for release... its exhilaration for me...and yeah...its because .. his new movie album is getting released ...you know it too..Its JHOOTHA HI SAHI. I LOVE RAHMAN kadaa !!! . So..oka rangelo waitng ...yama yama curious......eppudeppudu vindaamaa ani..!!!! :) hello !!!! naaku vinapadindi..evaro anukuntunnaru akkada "konni jeevithaalu inthe.." ani. Who's that ???? ;)
That day. Chitralahari day. Everybody ,as i said ,arrived on time ..sat on floor .....some leaned against wall....some leaned against door...totally relaxed :) .Festive time for everyone. The maximum people were MY friends. I sat with Radha(krishna), Nagu(nagabrahmam, 3-4 yrs senior to me) watching the show. After 2 or 3 songs.. there came a song....
The way the song began...wow.....the crystal-clear, beautiful, enchanting begining itself took our breath away.And the lovely voice of the singer was so good. Me and Nagu watched the whole song in awe. After that song..a few more songs were shown. But I was still stuck there in the previous song. It was something new which i never experieced before.
A few days gone.. . I didnt forget the song yet. The tune was still lingering in my mind but very feebly. I think it was saturday or sunday. I was walking in the quarters where nagu stayed. He suddenly started humming the first few words with that tune.And that made me remember the tune properly. Oh..Enchanting!!! And for the next few days that was the only song i sang (Dont worry..I sang to myself..not publicly :) ) all the time..at school..at home..streets...bathroom.... everywhere under the sun.
After nearly 2 years:
There was one function at my ammamma's house that summer. summer holidays for me. Enjoying the season :) A few days after the function...my mamaiah brought one of his friend's taperecorder. We didnt have one at our house.It was a small one though. He brought some cassettes...and in that bunch of cassettes...it was there. The cassette of the movie ,in which there was that song i listened long time back..around 2 years ago, was there. KRANTHI IN EUPHORIA :)
I used to pick that cassette and look at the case. WOW...How beautifully the title was wriiten in telugu . ROJA .The song I watched on TV two years ago was "chinni chinni aasha" :). i felt even more happy whenever i read the name AR RAHMAN. My first his-word-encounter with him. Whenever my mamaiah went out..the only one cassette that was played was ROJA. I never even looked at the other ones. After i pressed on ... I ,with full attention, used to listen to that song completely immersed.Every bit of the song..every second...mesmerized me. Its a different world to me. Never before experience.
Sometimes .. when my mamaiah was not around..i would just lay on floor with no bedsheet or mat(the floor was sometimes so cool :)) and with only a pillow supporting my head...and close my eyes... while the cassette was getting played. In the initial seconds I used to attentively observe the music of the songs...and everytime i did so..my heart palpitated heavily. Never before it happened that way...and after that..i would fall asleep like in trance. My mamaiah ,when he was back,finding the tape in ON though the playing was done(No Auto-stop )..would wake me up saying in a stern voice "rey ..entraa...alaa padukunnavu...kaneesam off cheyavchhu kadaa padukunemundu". haha.I would have turned it off if i knew when i was about to sleep. But i didnt know.I didnt know when i slept and i didnt know when my heart got calmed from its heavy throbbing. After a few days...tha tape was gone. :( . edupokkate thakkuva.
Days were rolling. Still in schooling,...as i said we didnt have any taperecorder....but I seriously wanted to buy that cassette.The reason/thoughts : "I dont know how long it takes to have a tape at my house..but it may really take a long time.....and what if they stop that ROJA cassette production later..Oh..no!!!......but I donot have any money to buy one ". I was so naive :)
2 more Years later:
Finished tenth class. Like many others...one day...I went to the other town to attend a one-hour-entrance-exam for some intermediate college.After the exam.I came out of the hall. Ennallanuncho manasulo vunna korikaki rekkalochhina vela.ROJA audio cassette knali.That was the first time i had some money in my pockets :)I could buy a cassette and still could afford bus fare to go back. :) .I was walking on the roads still pondering ... to buy or not to. Couldnot make up my mind. The biggest factor restraining me was : " though i buy..where shall i hide it. Hmm.not an easy task. What would i say to my parents if they found my hidden treasure and waht if they asked my logic behind buying when there was no tape to play it." I stood before a music store. What do u think? Did i go in? Did i buy ? Any guesses?
P.S: Why this post now? :)
Everytime AR's muisc is slated for release... its exhilaration for me...and yeah...its because .. his new movie album is getting released ...you know it too..Its JHOOTHA HI SAHI. I LOVE RAHMAN kadaa !!! . So..oka rangelo waitng ...yama yama curious......eppudeppudu vindaamaa ani..!!!! :) hello !!!! naaku vinapadindi..evaro anukuntunnaru akkada "konni jeevithaalu inthe.." ani. Who's that ???? ;)
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Masters of Indolence : Dreamers of Excellence :)
Am goin to tell about four guys who were the masters of lethargy ..never worked hard while in their engineering but always dreamt of securing excellent percentages in exams. Its a paradox..isnt't it? . However bad they had written exams ,nothing would stop them from expecting good marks on the results day.They never looked back to analyse what went wrong . They always celebrated by goin to movies in either Sivaparvathi or Vishwanath theatre after exams got finished. Not for their excellent doing in exams which they never did . They celebrated just because they completed the big task of FINISHED-THE-EXAMS. :)
Here are their styles of studying / preparation :
RAMESH:
He can be called Superman bacuse atleast he always made an attmempt to study from the day one of the semester which was an insurmountable task for the rest of the three. Everyday he would freshen up himself in the evening and would sit before the table which was placed at the window. So on the study table ,there would be big big books opened which he picked up for that day to study. That was a standard scene .No change in any day. He attempted to study everyday , missing not a single day. But that scene was more like a template. The table, the books , the opened page numbers, the chair..everything would be static. the only dynamic object going in and out of that template would be Ramesh.Everyday he would enter into that template thus completeing the picture perfect :) . He would just sit there looking through the window at the people going to KPHB colony(popularly just called Colony), or talking to his roommates or listening to radio or looking into the skies or watching ocassionally some cricket match in the ground etcetera etcetera. Whenever I ,along with sreedhar or kishan or both , went to colony,theparadise for JNTU hostelers, there was not a single day when ramesh missed us wishing 'hi' from the window of his room no. 201,Second floor,New hostel. :) He had great dreams to secure excellent percentages and he TRIED to study from the day one of the semester. But the saddest part was he was not that serious most of the time :) . He was better than the other three as he might have got something into his mind everyday. I guess his serious preparation would get started atleast a fortnight before the exams.
KRANTHI (hmm..its me) :
Donot dare to imagine that i study form day one. Like everybody else of us , even I wanted to get good marks. But I had this great AOP (ART-OF-POSTPONEMENT). I never planned/thought of studying daily. But someday,by some quirk of fate, though i felt like reading something i would carefully push the idea to the next day. "repu chuuddhaamle..lets go to colony ". My studying or preparation would start from the day before the exam and would end once the exam got finished. I had one study chair and a big pad. That would be my throne for that exam period. My tension would reach its pinnacle at around 4 30 pm on the day before the day of the exam and my preparation would start at 5 pm.I would sit on that my throne ,place pad on it, pick the syllabus sheet and the related books,pen and some paper and study till 7 30 pm without a break and with jumbo jets flying from my heart to brain all the time. After dining, I woud come back to room ..read for a while.... and then head towards room no 201 picking some books .
KISHAN :
kishan's preparation also mostly would start in the afternoon .No need to mention that this afternoon was the day before exam only. He was not the type Sit-Focus-Study-for-longtime. He would open the book, read for a while gets self-satisfied for his accomplishment :) and would keep the book away. He would tell to himself : "okay..i finished this...now i must take a break..aftert that i will start again...hammayya ". Thene he would chat with his roommate Anil or ramesh or go to colony with Anil . Sometimes he would get horrified and panicky when he stumbled upon some CT(college transfer)guys accidentally in the corridors of the hostel beacasue they study all the time in such a way that they could burn their books with their intense reading .He used to say to me "enkamma..vaallentraa babu..alaa chaduvutaaru..bhayamesthundi" :). The best part was: He might have had volcanoes erupting in his heart thinking about preparation but he always seemed placid to me :) .. In the evening he would go to colony... mostly with anil ....and after coming back form there and after dining, he would knock the door of ramesh's room 201 with a book in his hand :)
SREEDHAR :
He never hated the educational system in india MORE on anyday THAN HE DID on this the day-before-exam. :). His break-point to read would not come that early. He would just roam and roam in the hostel postponing the herculean task. All the four years sreeedhar and I stayed together all the time.Roaming in the colony, watching movies,playing cricket inside the hostel , JNTU style of chatting(famously called sollesukovadam ,christened by Anil. Anil's words "...ala roomki vachheyi ..sollesukundaam :)) .. After first year he went to the new hostel(godavari hostel) while i prefered to stay back in the old hostel(krishna hostel) inspite of his asking. .So obviously, sreedhar had only one place to go whenever he felt like going somewhere : my room :).
So..during exams he would come during that 5 to 7 30 period and would talk to me and crack jokes with my roommate innocent(looks like so ) krishna. Krishna used to go crazy during exams. Krishna would start readin from the day one. Very serious.Very hard working. Inspite of that he used to get tense and would go berserk whenever sreedhar tried to make fun at that time. I used to laugh but not whole-heartedly as there was already an exertion of one billion pascals of pressure on me. Sometimes sreedhar would... pick one book ,flip the pages ,keep it back again. The most intriguing part was: When he studied he wouldnt just read. He would try to understand the whole concept thoroughly.Not like me/us.For example,if there was some circuit or stucutre that he was unable to comprehend he couldnot just go to another topic.He would work on it or he would ask a million people until he found the solution. He would do that on this day too.He was like that and we three were not like that,fortunately :).Fortunate because if we 3 adopted that policy we could never finsh the syllabus. Sreedhar & I used to do our supper at mess hall together and finally walk towards ramesh's room 201.
201 : The haven
You might be wondering why all the roads for the three of us were taking us to Rameshs room.i.e 201. haha. Even we didnt know .We knew ..well...but not exactly :) . At different points of time we three would arrive at ramesh's room 201 . His roomate sateesh from EEE would be there studying seriously like a yogi.Sateesh would sneak out of 201 with his books within 15 minutes of our entry into that room becuse he always knew what was about to happen in a few minutes .We three never ever observed his going out :) until ramesh told us.Okay... By the time we were there Ramesh would be seen in his mosted favourite template ie.sitting before his desk which i told you in the begining. As our primary intension was to STUDY(?) we would go there with our bulky books. For a few minutes everything would seem optimistic considering that we were studying. Note the point: sreedhar hadnot started his preparation yet. He had one habbit:He playfully twiddles the tip of his shirt-collar with his fingers. so,he would just sit there flipping the pages of the book and twiddling the collar .
And after a while sreeedhar would start venting his frustration :) " cha cha...what the hell is this subject. why is this book this big.Do we really need these gigantic ones. look at those ECE, CSE books ..so small and morover delight to study. Ramesh,kranthi... u tell me . did any of our sirs teach genuinely during our classes. No.Never. When they didnt know for themselves ,what could they teach us? Why should we study all this theory.No practical knowledge in these.Whats the use of these in our life. Hell with this education system in India. No knowledge enhancing style of teaching. cha cha.......". We used to say something just as an act of reciprocating as we were already in our own tensions and were in no mood to make a plan to change the educational system of India :) . It would go on for a while. Then Ramesh would turn towards kishan and mock at him "entraa kishan...anthaa ayipoyindaa preparation" He used to scare kishan " Kishan.........nuvu book ayipoyaavule..neekemi raadu" ..haha.
Kishan ,in his style, would read one topic ,for a while and then would set his own alarm saying "okay..i finished this.Its hightime for a break now..just ten minute break...and then i start again".And then he would go into a relaxing mode. he would either go out or stay there only speaking to sredhar. From his desk, Ramesh would smile satirically at kishan. You might be wondering what i was doing during all this time .Amid inermittent laughing, I used to try hard to focus while this whole thing was going. I coudnot concentrate among these discussions of me & my friends. Sometimes.. found success i.e focussed . But, it would last only for a few minutes :)
what next ? :
At some point...we would keep our books aside and start enjoying the peril we were in. Ramesh would say something funny and we three burst out laughing. He even would immitate some sirs and some classmates including girls. Kishans curiousity would rise high when the discussion came to some classmate whom he always thought weird and would say something like "vaadentraa baabu..." and I used to observe Kishan closely that time :) . i used to bring forth the over-action things of some classmates :) . . Sreedhar would also remark about other classmates.His main target always was one specific girl (anybody remember?)and we all would laugh and laugh and laugh. No matter what...the three topics that would come up for sure were 1. Brahmanandam 2. Chitram Bhalare Vichitram 3. Thanikella bharani in Money (especailly me and kishan enjoy this topic-3 more ) . andaram padi padi navvutaamu.
This would last till 11 pm. Kishan usually would sleep early.. so ,in his signature style, would set the alarm at four 'O clock for the next morning and leaves 201. Sreedhar after venting everything and after laughing to the heart's content would try to open the book finally.Me ,not able to concentrate and tension building up on the other side would try to make a move to leave 201 and get back to my room .When i plan to leave , ramesh used to say "edo chaduvudaamani vachhavu...as usual...ikkada chadavadam neevalla kavadamledu kadaa...haha...enjoy " .And after everyone of us gone, ramesh too would try to get back to some serious study. In my room i used to study till 1 30 (2 am ,maximum) and then would set an alarm at 6 am for the next day.
Sreedhar deserves a very special mention. He was a perfect DARK KNIGHT.He would start his preparation at around 11... 11 30 in the night and he never did sleep a wink. No way. He always did a perfect 100 percent night out and directly came to exam. Make a note he used to come without brushing :) . Such a serious preparation .While in preparation ,even if there were some equations or diagrams or derivations or some mathemetical problems he never used a pen/paper to practice. He would just read those and would remember everything in the exam.
Next morning...from 6 am ..i used to recap what i read last night .
Kishan would wake up at 4am and continue his studying.
Ramesh too would wake up early and ...continue his.
And seedhar,as i said, No sleeping all the night....would directly come to exam hall with exuded confidence and with a scale in his hand :)
Thats the story of four students who always wanted to get good percentages but never made an attempt to achieve that.
Many a time, we felt guilty about our acts related to marks,pecentages,drops etcetera. But we never learnt any lesson. The only best part was,by the end of engineering, we all got 70 plus percentages :)
adios
Kranthi
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
BLAH-BLAH
I was feeling low a few days ago.. I was listening to one song which I have listened to before many a time. But this time something in the song struck the right chord and my heart started resonating. Some Joy. feeling of serenity .This happens to me most of the times with music. I bet, at some point , everybody experiences this kind of thing. That moment may last for just a second or it may last till the song ends. But still, we feel comforted. Sometimes ,to me ,that one second joy gushes forward and produces many such moments immediately .The new found joy at that period of glumness takes me altogether into a good world of positivity.And at that time I think about my friends, I think about the things I want to do, I think about writing something and etcetera etcetera .
I think its much apt to say I spent the whole weekend TV-ing rather than to say I spent the whole weekend watching TV. Regarding movies, I watched Letters from Iwo zima , she is all that, He's Just Not That Into You, The crossing guard, God father II, Wag the Dog . And when I was not watching movies I glued to Zee Saregamapa singing superstars auditions.Already started supporting one contestant Mugdha Hasabnis .She sings great and the other reason I have my loyalties towards her is she is a student from KM Music Conservatory. You know about this KM Music Consv. Aren’t you? :) . Also watched tamil program Sangeetha Maha Yuddham in SUN tv. Far better program compared to similar kind of program in Gemini. Tried to watch one ANR,jayasudha,laxmi starrer telugu movie.Baboy..could not. Could not because all the characters have lot of melodramatic distressing problems in the movie. I could not bear. :) .Also watched a few scenes of Shankardada MBBS, Andarivadu . Wanted to watch Andarivadu for Sunil but I missed his scenes. :(
Tried to watch the DVDs I bought Hazaron khwahishen aisi, Gulal,The Blue Umbrella. But due to some problem with the dvd player I could not watch. Disappointed.
Wanted to go to theatre to watch Peepli Live. Did not. Courtesy: Laziness & theatres being far far away from my place.
Thought of finishing reading one book .Still stuck in the middle, courtesy my TV-ing.
Regarding music.. Bought some cd s . Some hindustani classical music ,both instrumental and vocals. Trying new genre. Really want to listen to such music . Cost adirindi..kaani okay. Worth :)
Enough of blah-blah ing . Catch u later . sayonara :)
I think its much apt to say I spent the whole weekend TV-ing rather than to say I spent the whole weekend watching TV. Regarding movies, I watched Letters from Iwo zima , she is all that, He's Just Not That Into You, The crossing guard, God father II, Wag the Dog . And when I was not watching movies I glued to Zee Saregamapa singing superstars auditions.Already started supporting one contestant Mugdha Hasabnis .She sings great and the other reason I have my loyalties towards her is she is a student from KM Music Conservatory. You know about this KM Music Consv. Aren’t you? :) . Also watched tamil program Sangeetha Maha Yuddham in SUN tv. Far better program compared to similar kind of program in Gemini. Tried to watch one ANR,jayasudha,laxmi starrer telugu movie.Baboy..could not. Could not because all the characters have lot of melodramatic distressing problems in the movie. I could not bear. :) .Also watched a few scenes of Shankardada MBBS, Andarivadu . Wanted to watch Andarivadu for Sunil but I missed his scenes. :(
Tried to watch the DVDs I bought Hazaron khwahishen aisi, Gulal,The Blue Umbrella. But due to some problem with the dvd player I could not watch. Disappointed.
Wanted to go to theatre to watch Peepli Live. Did not. Courtesy: Laziness & theatres being far far away from my place.
Thought of finishing reading one book .Still stuck in the middle, courtesy my TV-ing.
Regarding music.. Bought some cd s . Some hindustani classical music ,both instrumental and vocals. Trying new genre. Really want to listen to such music . Cost adirindi..kaani okay. Worth :)
Enough of blah-blah ing . Catch u later . sayonara :)
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday ? or Saturnine day ? :(
Bangalore.Last saturday night. In my room(hostel/PG) .Feeling like King :) I was in full happy mood... was eagerly waiting for the clock to tick 9 30 . The reason : that was the time for one of my favourite programs... Dance india dance -little champs which is a kids dance show on Zee tv judged by Farah khan et al. wow...wow..those kids are extremely talented.Goosebumps 100% guarantee. No question of missing it.The other reason for my happiness was ..monday was declared holiday..some bandh..yahooooo!!!!!! laaaa lala lala laaaa..laaaa laaaa laaaa.Some things wont change ..still I (we?) wait for bandhs which grant holidays. (hmm..need to compensate working on some weekend :( anyways..for the time being..its cool)
Here in hostel ....one elderly woman cooks food for us.I call her amma and we share a good rapport.. like very good friends . As usually...amma brought food to my room by 9 pm.As i havent had my lunch that afternoon..she brought rice instead of chapathis(my usual intake at nights is 3 chapathis :) .The cuisine included sambar, curd and the yummy karappodi(prepared by grinding red chillies into powder adding some spices..dont know exact process :)).She makes the best karoppodi. That day..she made that specially for me . Without oil.... karoppodi in hot rice doesnt taste that good. So she brought the oil in a small bottle. ఇవన్నీ చూడగానే "ఆహా...ఓహో....thanks ammaa..." అంటూ యమా excited గా చెప్పాను . My heart was singing " ఆహా..రేపు holiday...ఎల్లుండి holiday....yayy yay yaayyyy".
I sat on the bed comfortably ...spread an old news paper nicely...placed the plate carefully on it. The round plate was circumscribed by curd cup,sambar glass, karoppodi botttle , the oil bottle and me. Time was still 9 15. I took the remote..pressed the keys tap tap tap checking the movie channels which i usually watch ...Nothing groovy was coming...So finallly began eating. :)
Feeling very hungry.Gigantic rodents in my stomach :-) Opened the karoppodi bottle and put two spoons of it in my plate. Then i stared at TV for a second. And then i opened the oil bottle , tilted the bottle and allowed the oil to fall on the karoppodi...and capped it. I stared at TV again. Suddenly ...some strong pungent smell was coming . Didnt know from where. Very strong harsh unpleasant smell... directly went into my lungs and I started coughing...పాత సినిమాలో బీద ముసలివాడిలా . A Few seconds later i looked at my plate...Everything seemed normal.
I pulled the karoppodi bottle closer to my nose and sniffed . it was okay. Then i FELT that it might be coming from oil on my plate. i assured myslef saying " may be because of keeping the oil in the bottle for a long time, it might have got that odour" . Time బాగోలేకపొతే ఏమైనా అనుకుంటాము . But, subconsciously... my mind was sensing something ominous. I flet like i knew that odour before.The misake was...I didnt consider that seriously .
Then i re-initiated the eating process.ఆకలి మండిపోతుంది. Afternoon no food కదా !!!!... :) On the plate.. I mixed that oil and karoppodi .... and then i pulled that paste it into rice and mixed and mixed and thorougly mixed :) . I looked at TV and i looked at my watch. Stilll a few minutes to go... for the program. I took that well-mixed-karoppodi-oil-rice into my mouth and performed one chew cycle. Just one chew cycle. Thats it..thats it.I couldnt chew anymore. It was awful...odd...horrible.....pungent odour....tasting awful. I opened my mouth agape trying to understand what just happened.I was just stuck in that pose for a second and then i tore the paper on the bed hysterically and spat all on that.I went to bathroom and washed my mouth with water...not felt better...washed again..not felt better,still.
I came back to my bed and got rid of that amalgam of rice+oil+karoppodi. I sat again..Still some offensive smell was emanating from the plate.I went to the bathroom again but this time i was accompanied by my plate. I washed the plate with my LIRIL soap.You read it right.With liril. No detergent with me :( . I washed it thrice and washed my mouth umpteen times.. Came back and and quarantined both the bottles in the farthest room corner with respect to my bed. I ate with curd .
I was watching the show and my mouth was still in awful state .what happens when we eat sour mangoes, tamarind...my teeth condition was million times worse than that.Million times indeed.Besides that..something inexplicable kind of feeling.odd .Unbearable. During the commercial break on TV i went to bathroom again...cleansed my mouth with water...water ...water and lots of water.Still Not happy.Took my brush and squeezed out 20 grams from my 100 grams colgate tube and brushed.
I sat before TV and was thinking what went wrong: " I smelt that kind of odor before...yeah..got it !! Was it that..? No..no.how could it be...how could amma bring that to me and that too in a transparent bottle..? no it could not be that.. but..But that odour was like that ...but..but .. the colour is just like the oil's ...కొంపదీసి పల్లు(teeth) .. . ఊడిపోవుకదా.. . cha cha..it cant be that.....oh...okay anyways...lite..." .
Next morning amma brought breakfast for me at around 10 am. She was returning when i remembered the last night episode. I asked her joculary :
"ఏంటమ్మా...నిన్న నన్ను murder చేద్దామని ఎమైనా plan చేసారా?" నవ్వుతూ అన్నాను .
" ఏంటి క్రాంతి..ఏమయింది" she asked.
"మీరు నిన్నతెచ్చిన oil different గా వుంది ..old stock అనుకుంటాను..మీరు ఆ oil ఇంతకుముందు ఎప్పుడైనా వాడారా"
"లేదు క్రాంతి నిన్ననే సార్(owner) తీసుకొచ్చారు...కొత్తది"
నాకు doubt వచ్చింది ..కొత్తది అంటుంది అమ్మ. I continued " కొత్తదా ? ....ఆ can మీద ఏమైనా పేరు వుందా"
"లేదు క్రాంతి...ఎమీ లేదు... తెల్ల can ..పెద్దది"
నాకు నెమ్మదిగా doubt పెరిగిపోతుంది... తెల్ల can ...పెద్ద can...
"అమ్మా...అది ఖచ్చితంగా toilet cleaning acid.." I was laughing.
"అయ్యొ లేదు క్రాంతి...అదెందుకు ఇస్తాను...నువ్వు comedy చెయ్యమంటే బాగా చేస్తావు"
"okay amma....anyways ...నేను అది వాడలేను ఇక....మీరు తీసుకెళ్ళండి దాన్ని "
I went to the corner of the room ....picked the oil bottle up and walked towards her.I stood before her and opened .
God..!!!!...God..!!!!...God..!!!!...Unbelievable !!!!
i uncapped the oil bottle . We were both watching it casually still talking something. OMG..Pungent vapours.. fumes rising high were clearly seen ...as if it was boiling...and horrible caustic smell... We both were shocked. I could not see those fumes in the night....God!!!! Now no more doubts . its confirmed. what i thought of the smell last night was correct beyond doubt. It was the ACID USED FOR CLEANSING TOILETS . I could not control my laughter recollecting last night scene.she was still bewildered.
She was horrified..A few seconds later she said "క్రాంతి...చాలా రోజుల్నుంచి సార్ ని oil తీసుకురమ్మని చెబుతున్నాను ... నిన్న groceries తో పాటు ఆ can తీసుకొచ్చాడు...నేను అది oil అనే అనుకున్నాను..లెక్కల బుక్కులో కూడా oil అనే రాసుకున్నాను.. వామ్మో ఎంత పని జరిగింది నాన్నా ."
"oil బాటిల్లోకి పోసేటపుడు వాసన రాలేదా అమ్మా?" :)
"లేదు kranthi...నేను can ని floor మీదే వుంచి బాటిల్లోకి వంపాను...can నాకు దూరంగా ఉండడం వలన smell రాలేదేమో... . "
She was worried a lot about me. "kranthi..అసలే సార్ powerful acid తీసుకొస్తారు..నీకేమి కాలేదు కదా ?".
Yeah i could see how powerful it was . Fumes...Fumes..Fumes !!!!! అమ్మ చాలా tension పడింది ..ఒక వేల నాకేమైనా అయ్యుంటే ఎంత problem అయ్యేది అని . She went away thanking god when i clarified...assured that nothing bad happened to my health.
After she left and when i started eating breakfast ..i could not chew properly. Hurting. I went to mirror and checked my tongue. Oops...there were cracks/cuts on the left side of my tongue. Why on the left?? Any guesses ?? .... its because i chewed the food that side..haha.
మరీ ఎదవనయిపోయాను కదా :) bad time !!! :) . a scene which we usually see in typical telugu comedy movies occured to me. మరీ toilet cleaning liquidతో ఎలా తిన్నానురా బాబు..? ఇంకా నయం..సాంబార్ లాగ మొత్తం పోసుకోలేదు.. ;-)
Here in hostel ....one elderly woman cooks food for us.I call her amma and we share a good rapport.. like very good friends . As usually...amma brought food to my room by 9 pm.As i havent had my lunch that afternoon..she brought rice instead of chapathis(my usual intake at nights is 3 chapathis :) .The cuisine included sambar, curd and the yummy karappodi(prepared by grinding red chillies into powder adding some spices..dont know exact process :)).She makes the best karoppodi. That day..she made that specially for me . Without oil.... karoppodi in hot rice doesnt taste that good. So she brought the oil in a small bottle. ఇవన్నీ చూడగానే "ఆహా...ఓహో....thanks ammaa..." అంటూ యమా excited గా చెప్పాను . My heart was singing " ఆహా..రేపు holiday...ఎల్లుండి holiday....yayy yay yaayyyy".
I sat on the bed comfortably ...spread an old news paper nicely...placed the plate carefully on it. The round plate was circumscribed by curd cup,sambar glass, karoppodi botttle , the oil bottle and me. Time was still 9 15. I took the remote..pressed the keys tap tap tap checking the movie channels which i usually watch ...Nothing groovy was coming...So finallly began eating. :)
Feeling very hungry.Gigantic rodents in my stomach :-) Opened the karoppodi bottle and put two spoons of it in my plate. Then i stared at TV for a second. And then i opened the oil bottle , tilted the bottle and allowed the oil to fall on the karoppodi...and capped it. I stared at TV again. Suddenly ...some strong pungent smell was coming . Didnt know from where. Very strong harsh unpleasant smell... directly went into my lungs and I started coughing...పాత సినిమాలో బీద ముసలివాడిలా . A Few seconds later i looked at my plate...Everything seemed normal.
I pulled the karoppodi bottle closer to my nose and sniffed . it was okay. Then i FELT that it might be coming from oil on my plate. i assured myslef saying " may be because of keeping the oil in the bottle for a long time, it might have got that odour" . Time బాగోలేకపొతే ఏమైనా అనుకుంటాము . But, subconsciously... my mind was sensing something ominous. I flet like i knew that odour before.The misake was...I didnt consider that seriously .
Then i re-initiated the eating process.ఆకలి మండిపోతుంది. Afternoon no food కదా !!!!... :) On the plate.. I mixed that oil and karoppodi .... and then i pulled that paste it into rice and mixed and mixed and thorougly mixed :) . I looked at TV and i looked at my watch. Stilll a few minutes to go... for the program. I took that well-mixed-karoppodi-oil-rice into my mouth and performed one chew cycle. Just one chew cycle. Thats it..thats it.I couldnt chew anymore. It was awful...odd...horrible.....pungent odour....tasting awful. I opened my mouth agape trying to understand what just happened.I was just stuck in that pose for a second and then i tore the paper on the bed hysterically and spat all on that.I went to bathroom and washed my mouth with water...not felt better...washed again..not felt better,still.
I came back to my bed and got rid of that amalgam of rice+oil+karoppodi. I sat again..Still some offensive smell was emanating from the plate.I went to the bathroom again but this time i was accompanied by my plate. I washed the plate with my LIRIL soap.You read it right.With liril. No detergent with me :( . I washed it thrice and washed my mouth umpteen times.. Came back and and quarantined both the bottles in the farthest room corner with respect to my bed. I ate with curd .
I was watching the show and my mouth was still in awful state .what happens when we eat sour mangoes, tamarind...my teeth condition was million times worse than that.Million times indeed.Besides that..something inexplicable kind of feeling.odd .Unbearable. During the commercial break on TV i went to bathroom again...cleansed my mouth with water...water ...water and lots of water.Still Not happy.Took my brush and squeezed out 20 grams from my 100 grams colgate tube and brushed.
I sat before TV and was thinking what went wrong: " I smelt that kind of odor before...yeah..got it !! Was it that..? No..no.how could it be...how could amma bring that to me and that too in a transparent bottle..? no it could not be that.. but..But that odour was like that ...but..but .. the colour is just like the oil's ...కొంపదీసి పల్లు(teeth) .. . ఊడిపోవుకదా.. . cha cha..it cant be that.....oh...okay anyways...lite..." .
Next morning amma brought breakfast for me at around 10 am. She was returning when i remembered the last night episode. I asked her joculary :
"ఏంటమ్మా...నిన్న నన్ను murder చేద్దామని ఎమైనా plan చేసారా?" నవ్వుతూ అన్నాను .
" ఏంటి క్రాంతి..ఏమయింది" she asked.
"మీరు నిన్నతెచ్చిన oil different గా వుంది ..old stock అనుకుంటాను..మీరు ఆ oil ఇంతకుముందు ఎప్పుడైనా వాడారా"
"లేదు క్రాంతి నిన్ననే సార్(owner) తీసుకొచ్చారు...కొత్తది"
నాకు doubt వచ్చింది ..కొత్తది అంటుంది అమ్మ. I continued " కొత్తదా ? ....ఆ can మీద ఏమైనా పేరు వుందా"
"లేదు క్రాంతి...ఎమీ లేదు... తెల్ల can ..పెద్దది"
నాకు నెమ్మదిగా doubt పెరిగిపోతుంది... తెల్ల can ...పెద్ద can...
"అమ్మా...అది ఖచ్చితంగా toilet cleaning acid.." I was laughing.
"అయ్యొ లేదు క్రాంతి...అదెందుకు ఇస్తాను...నువ్వు comedy చెయ్యమంటే బాగా చేస్తావు"
"okay amma....anyways ...నేను అది వాడలేను ఇక....మీరు తీసుకెళ్ళండి దాన్ని "
I went to the corner of the room ....picked the oil bottle up and walked towards her.I stood before her and opened .
God..!!!!...God..!!!!...God..!!!!...Unbelievable !!!!
i uncapped the oil bottle . We were both watching it casually still talking something. OMG..Pungent vapours.. fumes rising high were clearly seen ...as if it was boiling...and horrible caustic smell... We both were shocked. I could not see those fumes in the night....God!!!! Now no more doubts . its confirmed. what i thought of the smell last night was correct beyond doubt. It was the ACID USED FOR CLEANSING TOILETS . I could not control my laughter recollecting last night scene.she was still bewildered.
She was horrified..A few seconds later she said "క్రాంతి...చాలా రోజుల్నుంచి సార్ ని oil తీసుకురమ్మని చెబుతున్నాను ... నిన్న groceries తో పాటు ఆ can తీసుకొచ్చాడు...నేను అది oil అనే అనుకున్నాను..లెక్కల బుక్కులో కూడా oil అనే రాసుకున్నాను.. వామ్మో ఎంత పని జరిగింది నాన్నా ."
"oil బాటిల్లోకి పోసేటపుడు వాసన రాలేదా అమ్మా?" :)
"లేదు kranthi...నేను can ని floor మీదే వుంచి బాటిల్లోకి వంపాను...can నాకు దూరంగా ఉండడం వలన smell రాలేదేమో... . "
She was worried a lot about me. "kranthi..అసలే సార్ powerful acid తీసుకొస్తారు..నీకేమి కాలేదు కదా ?".
Yeah i could see how powerful it was . Fumes...Fumes..Fumes !!!!! అమ్మ చాలా tension పడింది ..ఒక వేల నాకేమైనా అయ్యుంటే ఎంత problem అయ్యేది అని . She went away thanking god when i clarified...assured that nothing bad happened to my health.
After she left and when i started eating breakfast ..i could not chew properly. Hurting. I went to mirror and checked my tongue. Oops...there were cracks/cuts on the left side of my tongue. Why on the left?? Any guesses ?? .... its because i chewed the food that side..haha.
మరీ ఎదవనయిపోయాను కదా :) bad time !!! :) . a scene which we usually see in typical telugu comedy movies occured to me. మరీ toilet cleaning liquidతో ఎలా తిన్నానురా బాబు..? ఇంకా నయం..సాంబార్ లాగ మొత్తం పోసుకోలేదు.. ;-)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Jab They Met !!! :)
Theme song for this post:
" 'ఛిన్నారి పొన్నారి కిట్టయ్య నిన్నెవరు కొట్టారయ్య '
'అమ్మ నన్ను కొట్టింది బాబూ...అమ్మ నన్ను తిట్టింది బాబూ '
'ఊరుకో మా నాన్నా... నిన్ను ఊరడించ నేనున్నా ' "
Sometimes in 1990 - 2000:
I was thinking “ She really DID THAT?? ”
Sometimes in 2000 - 2010:
I was thinking “ SHE did that ??? ”
what I was thinking ? You might have got the idea looking at the theme song :) To make things clear for you I better start write what happened actually.
Okay….this happened when I was in my IV or V grade… don't remember exactly.. lets go to my school days :)
My mom has a friend .Her name is Padmasri.. they are really really good friends... till date. I am not sure when they met first time , might be in their intermediate days or in their type institute days.As you are aware, doing higher/lower in typewriting ( i dont know much abt these ) was a rage those days. .Okay..coming back to story…. When Padmasri aunti moved to some other town ,they used to keep in touch through the only source of communication then i.e., letters. I can say..there was a good frequency of letters. Later I came to know that she moved to Nellore.
Whenever a letter arrived from her friend my mother would show to us with full of happiness and say “ maa padmasri daggaranunchi letter vachhindi”. This scene would happen mostly when I came home for lunch-break . I don’t know why but for some unknown reason even I used to feel very happy :) . I never saw her friend before. I just knew her through my mom’s words. “ maa friend chala manchidihi” ani cheppedi.
So finally one day she arrived at our house. i dont know whether my mother knew about her visit beforehand ...... or it might be a sudden surprise visit, I am not sure. Anyways..she came. And i saw her atlast. My mom was very happy and they kept on talking talking....tallking. My mom started preparing kaarapusa ( definition of kaarapusa: a telugu snack prepared by pressing dough(which dough??) in heated oil through a punch-like-equipment :P). Believe me ...the karapusa that day was THE best i ever tasted.
I remember that day...it was cloudy and breezy. sometime later... they were in their own world chatting. I was sitting a little close to them . But, i was in my own world . I seemed I was not at all interested in waht they were talking. i didnt even feel like that there were some around me... i was like detached from everything..as kids act usually.... doing something.......completely lost in my own world... PHAATT!!!!!
Heard something? rewind yourself..... did u hear the sound PHAAT? dont worry ...How could you when its frequency was greater than 20,000 Hz (Ultrasound,beyond the audible range of humans :)). That sound was the result of a kinetic palm striking against a static cheek. a unique slap on my face. Didnt understand for a while waht happened. It took me a few seconds . My mom slapped me. Yeah..she did. I was still in shock when she asked " Entaa pani?" pointing at the floor ( what are u doin?) .Slowly i came back to senses and tried looking at what i was doing . I was taking out all the matchsticks from the matchbox and was dropping on the floor.I dont know why i was doing that .... my mind was somewhere.Then i looked at my mother. My eyes' cubic capacity to hold back tears reached threshold and they were trying to gush out..... Without a word , I went away from that place and edupe edupu :) . End of the story. Period .
You might be wondering why i am writing all this in a post. Its because that was the first time I ever had a SLAP from my mother :) . Not just it was the first time but also it was the last time ( till now ;) . I dont remember... but I guess, she might have said sorry to me later :)
She didnt mean to do that...it just happened. . :) . Or ,being the victim ,i can say like in a typical Kota sreenivas rao style " ...time baabu time... " :)
So...Thats what happened when Simhapuri girl came to meet Bhanupuri girl . (Long back..Nellore and Suryapeta were called Simhapuri and Bhanupuri resp.)
P.S: My mom and her firend could not meet again. Next time If they meet, I will place myself at a minimum distance of 2 meter away from the duo :) . better kadaa??
" 'ఛిన్నారి పొన్నారి కిట్టయ్య నిన్నెవరు కొట్టారయ్య '
'అమ్మ నన్ను కొట్టింది బాబూ...అమ్మ నన్ను తిట్టింది బాబూ '
'ఊరుకో మా నాన్నా... నిన్ను ఊరడించ నేనున్నా ' "
Sometimes in 1990 - 2000:
I was thinking “ She really DID THAT?? ”
Sometimes in 2000 - 2010:
I was thinking “ SHE did that ??? ”
what I was thinking ? You might have got the idea looking at the theme song :) To make things clear for you I better start write what happened actually.
Okay….this happened when I was in my IV or V grade… don't remember exactly.. lets go to my school days :)
My mom has a friend .Her name is Padmasri.. they are really really good friends... till date. I am not sure when they met first time , might be in their intermediate days or in their type institute days.As you are aware, doing higher/lower in typewriting ( i dont know much abt these ) was a rage those days. .Okay..coming back to story…. When Padmasri aunti moved to some other town ,they used to keep in touch through the only source of communication then i.e., letters. I can say..there was a good frequency of letters. Later I came to know that she moved to Nellore.
Whenever a letter arrived from her friend my mother would show to us with full of happiness and say “ maa padmasri daggaranunchi letter vachhindi”. This scene would happen mostly when I came home for lunch-break . I don’t know why but for some unknown reason even I used to feel very happy :) . I never saw her friend before. I just knew her through my mom’s words. “ maa friend chala manchidihi” ani cheppedi.
So finally one day she arrived at our house. i dont know whether my mother knew about her visit beforehand ...... or it might be a sudden surprise visit, I am not sure. Anyways..she came. And i saw her atlast. My mom was very happy and they kept on talking talking....tallking. My mom started preparing kaarapusa ( definition of kaarapusa: a telugu snack prepared by pressing dough(which dough??) in heated oil through a punch-like-equipment :P). Believe me ...the karapusa that day was THE best i ever tasted.
I remember that day...it was cloudy and breezy. sometime later... they were in their own world chatting. I was sitting a little close to them . But, i was in my own world . I seemed I was not at all interested in waht they were talking. i didnt even feel like that there were some around me... i was like detached from everything..as kids act usually.... doing something.......completely lost in my own world... PHAATT!!!!!
Heard something? rewind yourself..... did u hear the sound PHAAT? dont worry ...How could you when its frequency was greater than 20,000 Hz (Ultrasound,beyond the audible range of humans :)). That sound was the result of a kinetic palm striking against a static cheek. a unique slap on my face. Didnt understand for a while waht happened. It took me a few seconds . My mom slapped me. Yeah..she did. I was still in shock when she asked " Entaa pani?" pointing at the floor ( what are u doin?) .Slowly i came back to senses and tried looking at what i was doing . I was taking out all the matchsticks from the matchbox and was dropping on the floor.I dont know why i was doing that .... my mind was somewhere.Then i looked at my mother. My eyes' cubic capacity to hold back tears reached threshold and they were trying to gush out..... Without a word , I went away from that place and edupe edupu :) . End of the story. Period .
You might be wondering why i am writing all this in a post. Its because that was the first time I ever had a SLAP from my mother :) . Not just it was the first time but also it was the last time ( till now ;) . I dont remember... but I guess, she might have said sorry to me later :)
She didnt mean to do that...it just happened. . :) . Or ,being the victim ,i can say like in a typical Kota sreenivas rao style " ...time baabu time... " :)
So...Thats what happened when Simhapuri girl came to meet Bhanupuri girl . (Long back..Nellore and Suryapeta were called Simhapuri and Bhanupuri resp.)
P.S: My mom and her firend could not meet again. Next time If they meet, I will place myself at a minimum distance of 2 meter away from the duo :) . better kadaa??
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Long Long Ago ... Short Short Boy
I was very short when i was in school.My height was not proportionate or relevant to the class i was studying in :( . The first time i started feeling conscious about that was ,perhaps, in my second standard. As u know, during the prayers at school the students would form a queue, and the position where one would stand was decided by ones own height. . And my position was the second. I always wanted to stand at the last but that system of hierarchy based on heights never alllowed me to do so. Where was the democracy?? :P
I had two friends that time(still have :) )...Srikanth and Radha(aka Radha krishna) . Till some time they were the same like me.Same Height. Everything seemed rosy.And then......The humiliation began when a cousin of one of my friends who was famous for overtly candidness remarked one day "Kranthi enthainaa potti " :$ . The feeling was like...was like....like as if i was hit by a high-accelerated thunderbolt straight on my head.
Whenever i saw people on roads who were very short i used to pray very sincerely " God..please make me grow ...make me taller... please .... my feet must touch the ground when i ride a scooter...atleast make me that taller..". I could not dare to imagine me not able to ride a scooter beacause of height-deficit.Why scooter ??? because in my school days bajaj scooter was a rage :). Didnt find these many bikes.
My two friends were growing like two trees(telugulo cheppalante thaati chettulaa)..tall tall all the way!!!! And the same happened with my sorrows...growing growing all the way!!!!
One day i was taken to a movie .Second-show. In that movie i found the hero seem taller than his real height.I couldnot figure how.When i asked my mother about that she told me that with some camera techniques it could be possible.I thought how lucky these heroes where because they could be shown taller....but what about me...how would I look taller???What should i do..??. hmm :'(
I knew that some charecteristics were dependent on genes. So..Whenever i pondered over my maternal lineage i used to worry a lot.They were not that great at heights.Not short,though :)
As my mathemetics knowledge got enhanced, i started following metrics. I heard 5 feet was not a bad height. I didnt know exactly how much length that meant. But i wanted .The sound FIVE FEET seemed good.I despearately wanted to gain that height. One friend at school KTed, preached,lectured me "kranthi..in our body we have cells. The cells,sometimes,stuck to each other .To break the attached cells one should do some kind of exercises" . Taking cue from that..I used to do pull-ups whenever and wherever i found a cement slab or a tree branch or a bar.All that effort was to liberate those cells which got stuck . Hope never dies :P
Days were rolling. I was going through all kinds of embarrassment related to "height'". Even in my family circles it was a topic of discussion,like they didnt have any other things to discuss: some mocked at me :"kranthi gaadu vaalla friends kante chinnaga untaadu", some sympathized: "inka time vundile,peragadaaniki" and some contributed to my already existing pathetic dilemma : "kranthi ika peragadaa??". Oh..!!!! The sad part was ...my own younger brother crossed my height-level and he was taller than I was.. Do you think there would be any other humiliating factor than this?I guess not.
The only consoling factor was nobody called me short or potti at school. Because my sincerety (i was sincere,those days :P) and brilliance at studies made me nickname-free.haha.Moreover
I was a good alrounder in cricket. I was opening bowler too for my team.My captain Jani trusted me very much and i never diappointed him in taking wickets or in scoring runs.. But,I always thought if only i had a great height i would have bowled even better.I meant,more bouncers. Lemme write here my own postulate "Height does make a bowler life more fruitful" :) .Howzzat !!!! ;)
Sometime during 9th class.. me and my two giant trees(radha & srikanth) wanted to have a snap as we found a camera at my house. We requested my uncle to photograph us. I got ready ..wore my fav shirt ...tucked my shirt in....My friends came too and we got photographed. You know how the photo was taken. I sat on a wall and was flanked by my two friends standing , my arm around srikanth's shoulder...I sat so that i wouldnt seem shorter.That was my own idea actually. When i saw the photo i felt like a rat betweeen two standing elephants or dinosaurs.Despite my attempts to nullify the Height-Difference-Effect, it was clearly conspicuous. One word to say about the photo : AWFUL. I want to upload that photo now but its not with me right now.Sometime later... :)
Those were a few instances of my suffering.All short guys can easily empathize with me.What say???
Hey, you wanted to know what happened to me after the school.... here we go :
A lightning struck.the miracle happened. By the end of intermediate first year ,even i joined the League of Trees ..haha..I grew tall..taller ..tallest. I am taller than all the poeple in my family circles who criticized my height in the past.
And the best part...my friend's cousin who said,when in school, that i was short.. one day ,during my engg days, said "eraa kranthi baaga podugayioyaavu....srikanthey potti ayipoyaadu kadaa......potti srikanth" .haha.i did beat one tree. Radha and me ,more or less, are of same height.Srikanth is very short when compared to me.I am short of a few inches with my brother.He is still taller. But no problem, i am no more short/potti. My engineering friend said ,sometimes, "kranthi manchi height" and I blushed :)
P.S: Now ,if i ride the scooter ,my feet WILL touch the ground beyond doubt. The only stopping factor is that scooters are not found these days :) . Anybody has one???
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