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??

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 there were many other friends in the class who were shorter than me. And the shortest,Naveen even had an official nickname "pottodaa"(Shortboy). Jani was also a short boy but nobody dared to call him so because he was a don in the class.He had powerful connections outside the school. Real don. :)

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???

Two Songs

No language barrier in music.Check these tamil songs.

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1.Music by Vidyasagar:

2.Music by Yuvan Shankar Raja:

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చిన్నప్పుడు ...!!!

friends కొందరు వాళ్ళు చిన్నగా ఉన్నప్పుడు జరిగిన funny incidents నాకు చెప్పినప్పుడు నేను full enjoy చేస్తాను ..school days ఎవరికైనా sweet memories కదా ..అవి నాకు గుర్తొచ్చినప్పుడల్లా నాకు నవ్వు ఆగదు... ఆ time లో వాళ్ళు ఎలా ఫీల్ అయ్యేవారో నాకు clear గా తెలిసిపోతుంటుంది .

here are the experiences of some of my friends :

ఒక friend ఉండేవాడు .... తనకి కుక్కలంటే విపరీతమైన భయం ..cynophobia అన్నమాట :P .తను school నుంచి ఇంటికి తిరిగివచ్చేటప్పుడు నడుచుకుంటూ వచ్చేవాడు . వాళ్ళ సందులో కి రాగానే ఒకోసారి కుక్కలు ఉండేవంట ..అంతే ..ఇక తను statue :-) . అక్కడే నిలబడేవాడట.ఇంటికెళ్ళాలని ఉండేది కాని కరుస్తాయేమోనని భయం. ఎంత సేపైనా అలా నిలబడి అవి వెళ్ళిపోయాక మనవాడు నెమ్మదిగా వెళ్ళెవాడంట.హహ్హహ్హ


ఇంకోfriend ది ఇంకో బాధ. వాళ్ళ cousinss,మామయ్యలు అందరు almost same తన age group. అసలే మనవాడికి మొహమాటం . సొ..వాళ్ళ మమయ్యలు లు ఏవేవో naughty పనులు చేసి తన మీద వేసేవారట. ఒకసారి డాబా మీద పిల్లర్స్ కి వుండె rods ని వాళ్ళు విరిచేసి తనని book చెసారంట.తనని బాగా ఆటపట్టించేవారట . వాళ్ళకు ఆనందం.మా friend కి అయోమయం. ఇంకోసారి వాళ్ళ cousins ఎదో కొంటెపని చేస్తే ఎందుకో మరి మా friend ఒక్కడే ఒక గదిలొ బిక్కు బిక్కు మంటూ ఉన్నాడంట !!


ఇంకోfriendది variety story.ఒకసారి వాళ్ళ friend ఒకతను తనకి ఒక chain ఇచ్చాడట friendship లొ.so,తను మెడలో వేసుకున్నాడు . అది వాళ్ళ నాన్న చూసి ఎక్కడిదిరా ఈ chain అని ఆ chain ని లాగి పైకి విసిరేసారంట. అది వెళ్ళి కరెంట్ స్తంబం మీదొ or కరెంట్ తీగల మీదొ పడిందట. ఇక అంతే... ఏమి చేస్తాడు పాపం .. రోజూ school కి వెళ్ళేటప్పుడు, వచ్చేటప్పుడు తల పైకెత్తి దాన్ని చూసుకుంటూ ఉస్స్సూరుమంటూ వెళ్ళేవాడట :-)

ఇక ఒక friend chiranjeevi fan.. చిన్నప్పుడు చిరంజీవి సినిమా release అయ్యిందంటే చాలుfriendsతొ కలిసి వెళ్ళి సినిమా చూసి వచ్చాక ఇక " చిరు అలాdance చేసాడు" అంటూ dance practice.."చిరు ఇలా dialogue చెప్పాడు" అని dialogues చెప్పడం ..."కాలు కింద పెట్టకుండా చిరుfightచేసాడు" అని ఆశ్చర్యపోవడం చేసేవారంట. ఇంకో విషయం ఎంటంటే.. వీళ్ళ friend కి ఒక lovestory ఉండేదంట. ఒకసారి అతను నా ఈ friend తో కలిసిcycle మీద వెళ్ళారంట ఆ అమ్మయిని కలవడానికి. అది ఎవరికో పెద్దవాళ్ళకి తెలిసి మన వాళ్ళ వెంటపడ్డారట ....ఇక చూడండి cycle మీద పరుగో పరుగు !!!! వెనెక్కి తిరిగి చూస్తే ఒట్టు... పరారే పరారే!!!

ఇంకో friend ది variety story.. ఒకసారి వాళ్ళింట్లో ఆడుతూ ఆడుతూ bathroom దగ్గర verticalగా ఉండేఒక cement pipeని పగలగొట్టాడంట .అది విరిగిపోయి పై half కిందపడిపొయిందట.. అంతే మన వాడికి గుండె గుభెల్ మంది. వాళ్ళ నాన్న వస్తే ఇక తన పని out అని ఆలోచించి వెంటనే బజారుకి వెళ్ళి కొంచెం cement కొనుక్కుని వచ్చి..దాంట్లో water కలిపి ఆ paste ని పూసి కిందపడ్డ half pipeని గోడకి అంతే నిలబడి ఉన్నఇంకొ half pipe మీద నిలబెట్టి పడిపోకుండా అది అతికేవరకు,more than one hour , అంతే పట్టుకుని కూర్చున్నాడంట భయం భయం గా . వాళ్ళ అమ్మ మా friend వాలకం చూసు ఎందుకు చెయ్యాలి మరి అలాంటి పనులు అని నవ్వుకున్నారంట.

ఈ friend classroom లో గోడ మీద అతికించి ఉన్న digestive system posterని పర పర చింపేసాడు..మరి ఆరోజు ఎందుకు అలా అనిపించిందో మనవాడికి తెలియదు కాని రెచ్చిపొయాడు.consequences అలోచించలేదు అస్సలు. next day classకి వచ్చిన bilogy masterదాన్ని చూసి ఎవరు చేసార్రా ఈ పని అని అడిగితే నవ్వుతూ మనోడు లేచి నిలబడ్డాడు. కాని sir మాత్రం పిచ్చి serious అయ్యి ఆ figure ని draw చేసుకొనిరమ్మని మనోడికి serious warning ఇచ్హారు. అసలే drawing లో week అయిన మనవాడు ఒక రెండు వారాలు నానా tension పడి చివరకు draw చెసుకుని వచ్చాడు. :)

వీడిది ఇంకో style. వీడు ఒకసారి వాళ్ళ నాన్న ని box( a small plastic box to keep pens,pencils, erasers,chocolates etc :-)) కొనుక్కుంటానని డబ్బులు అడిగితే వాళ్ళ నాన్న twenty rupeesఇచ్చారు.వీడు వాళ్ళ friends తో కలిసి main roadలో general storesకి వెళ్ళి box కొనకుండా ఒక పెద్ద biscuit packetకొన్నారు.happyగా ముగ్గురు కలిసి packet అంతా తిన్నారు .తిన్నాక మనొడికి భయంstart అయింది.ఇంట్లో ఏమని చెప్పాలా అని. ఏడుపొక్కటే తక్కువ. finallyఇంటికెళ్ళాక వాళ్ళ నాన్నా అడిగారు 'ఏది రా box?" అని..ఇంకెక్కడి box!!! నొ box.ఇక చూసుకోండి వాళ్ళ నాన్న ఒక కర్ర తీసుకుని ....ఇక నేను చెప్పలెను..!!!

ఇంకో friend అయితే ఎక్కడ జామ చెట్టు ,చింత చెట్టు etc etc కనపడితే చాలు..ఇంకొంతమందిని కలుపుకుని ఒక group form అయ్యి ..గోడలు దూకి ,చెట్టు ఎక్కి చివరకు mission accomplish చేసెవాడు.కోసిన పండ్లన్నీ చక్కగా bag లో వేసుకునేవాడు... వాటితో bag కూడా నిండుగా భలేగా కనిపించేది .చాలా జాగ్రత్తగా bag ని చూసుకునేవాడు లేకపోతే friend ఎవడైనా దాడి చేసే అవకాశాలు ఎక్కువ మరి ...!!!

ఈ friend చిన్నప్పుడు బాగా కబుర్లు చెప్పేదంట..ఒకటే కబుర్లంట...ఎప్పుడు కూడా calm గా ఉండేది కాదట . అందుకే వాళ్ళ family circlesలో కూడా తనకు fans ఎక్కువ బాగా. తను school నుంచి రాగానే ..bag ఇంట్లో పడేసి..వెంటనే ఇంటి ముందున్న చిన్న గోడ మీద కూర్చుని పక్కింటిaunti వాళ్ళని,uncle వాళ్ళని, ఎదురింటి అక్కవాళ్ళని పలకరించి...ఇక కబుర్లు చెప్పడం మొదలుపెట్టేదట .. :)

ఈfriend story అయితే ఒక adventure అని చెప్పుకోవచ్చు . ఈfriend ని చిన్నపుడు music classes(vocal))కి పంపించారట. కాని తనకి అప్పట్లొ అస్సలు interest లేదట. teacher నచ్చలేదో లేక classes నచ్చలేదో తెలియదు.....మరీ ఎంత నచ్చలేదో ఎమో కాని చూసి చూసి ... వాళ్ళ class జరిగేది first floor లొ అనుకుంటాను ...ఇక లాభం లేదనుకుని first floor నుంచి కిందకి దూకేసిందట..వామ్మొ!!! :) :) next day నుంచి no class ..nothing :-)

ఈ friend కి చిన్నప్పుడు ముక్కు మీద కోపం ఉండేది. ఎవ్వరేమన్నా సరే వెంటనే వీడు ఒక forceful punch ఇచ్చేవాడు...ఎంతమందికి ఇచ్చాడొ . ఒకసారి ఒక friend కి వీడొకpunchఇస్తే వాడి కన్ను కింద ఒక చిన్న పూరి styel ల్లో swelling...అబ్భో!! చెప్పలేము వీడి punch-history. ఇంకో speciality ఏంటంటే వీడు వీళ్ళ cricket team కి default wicket keeper . ఉట్టి keeping చేస్తే పర్వాలెదు..వీడు batsman ని( opposite team batsman) ,batting కి వచ్చినప్పుడు. "ఏయ్..సరిగా నిలబడు" "ఏయ్ full cover చేస్తున్నావు" "ఏయ్ ఇదేమి shot" అంటూ నరకం చూపించేవాడు.ఒకోసారి batsman .... bowlerని ఆపి మరీ వీడితో గొడవ పెట్టుకునేవాళ్ళు.

P.S:
Dear Friends,
I posted events from your life and I havent asked for any kind of permission from you. If u really wanna sue me please do it in Hyderabad's jusrisdiction :P
-kranthi

Kranthi to Kranthi

Dearest Kranthi,

How are you doin...Missing hyderabad? I know you do.You had some beautiful moments in your last trip to hyderabad. I know its hard to express those feelings in words . I observed every reaction of yours and i found how happy you were ..you had this urge to explain that to somebody and you didnt.For this..Wiliam Blakes or William wordsworths wont come to help you. So, i am attempting this hard task ...lets see how it turns into.

i think thats the saturday. am i right ,kranthi? . . whats the time you finished off the shopping at the mall near Durgam cheruvu ..it was around 9 30 pm i guess.You liked the mall very much as it was so spacious with minimum crowd . After shopping you were driving ramesh's bike and he sat on the pillion. You both were goin towards Chandanagar. And there..on that road from the mall to hi-tec city.. you felt the cool pleasant summer breeze for the first time in this year. i know how your heart jumped with joy at that instant.you were on bike...and.. the breeze...the summer breeze...from all sides was circling you..hugging you playfully .That breeze had the same aroma which you experience every summer since childhood. You wondered,as always, how the breeze would get that fragrance...hello,dont look at me..when YOU cannot express your feelings how can I do,buddy ? Really hard. And you enjoyed the whole ride. You are like floating. At that moment,you thought there was something magic in that breezy summer night at hyderabad. Didnt you stop the bike somewhere for a while? Yes, you did. The whole rocky area around you also seemed pleasant to you. i know you siad to yourself " I miss hyderabad".

Let me narrate your experience at Bhanupuri also. You felt the bike was in good condition, you were in jeans and shirt comfortably , the weather was awesomely best and that whole thing excited you to go on a long ride at that hour.Where to go...?where to go..?. I must say you were crazy to think like that. Do you have any idea what was the time then? .You were coming from the night-show and it was midnight.You were goin home after the show on bike. There were big big neem trees alongside the road to your left. As if they knew you,suddenly,the trees standing in the whole line waved at you ..wow.. what a lovely breeze...You loved it so much that you ecstatically wanted to go for a long ride. You lifted your head and you breathed deeply. Beautiful.ain't it? For these cherishable experiences you love this season however harsh it is sometimes in the afternoons.

Every friend close to you knows you love this season .Sometimes,they mock at you when you say about your summer love. phir bhi tujhe achha lagtha hai naa?? :-)

Anyways.. kranthi dear, howz (this) my mail to you? Liked???

adios
kranthi

To-Do List for this weekend @ Bangalore

1. Avoid too much TV ing.
2. Buy low-cost-and-not-bad-quality speakers . Because too much ipoding with earphones will sure deafen me.
3. Start reading a book.
4. Go Shopping... , though alone.
5. Enjoy music in the new speakers.
6. Go for a walk in the nights beacuse these are beautiful summer nights .While doing so, beware of street dogs.

'B-Kranthi' where B = Bad :-)

Prescript: For my convenience , here I am using the term 'B-words/Bwords' instead of 'Bad Words' as it is tiresome to type everytime the whole lengthy word and moreover "Bwords" sounds like sort of euphemiser for "Bad words" :P

Here we go :

"kranthi never utters a single Bword" one friend reveals.

"you should say some Bwords...its not bad. you should...you must...you have to....you ...." one tried to hypnotise. :-)

"you are missing the majaa by not using them..its a lot of fun,...thrilling" one friend confessed.

These are the remarks or comments or advices or whatever my friends gave me.

I am goin to give them a change-your-opinion-about-kranthi story.Now, all of those who know me and who wants me to speak Bwords will love me and all those who doesnt want me to speak those words will kill me :-)

So..be my guests and fasten your seat belts in my time machine as we are time-travelling to my school days @ 3rd class :

When I was in 3rd class my uncle was in his B.Sc. days (degree).He had a good group of close-friends and they used to hang out at our house. As I was very close to my uncle(still i am :) ) I always took part in their get-together-have-chat-have-fun-moments.And whenever they talked they had their conversations filled with some Bwords ,on and off.

On one such day , the NEURONS in my brain caught two of thos B-words and were raring to eject them .Just looking for a right moment and a right target :P .And It happened the same day. I was playing in the ground close to our house.The victim was Radha aka RadhaKrishna. (atleast he seemed victim at that moment but he was not).While we were playing some issue cropped up and I hurled " " " ".I scolded him in telugu.Two words were uttered succesively.No gap. I just said.But I didnt mean that. His two reactions were... Number one :Completely shocked face. Number two: Sarcastic Smiling face. But,mine was the only emotion :Numbness ,though it was me who said that. I was badly shaken up by what i did. I was worried and I pleaded him not to tell anybody. But he was smiling. Intriguing smile... I remeber that. How can I forget that ???

The real hell began....

Radha and me ,being the classmates,finished the evening prayer at school and,in school uniform,, we were heading towards the outgate in a queue. And then...he started it "Kranthi..I'll tell to sir waht u said" . I was petrified.'Petrified' is a less -intensed -word expression of my feelings at that time. I was like ' almost dead'. Actually, at that time,from the day i said ,i had been analysing all the time things like "what i said" "why i said" "how i said" and was goin through a real bad phase. And to make matters worse, he satared this torture. I begged him " please raa..dont do that". He relented that day.

Two days after.... he started it again " I will complain abt you. You used bad language.U said ' ' , ' ' . I felt like "God!!!! Why am i still alive? ". I finally tried to make the complaint less grievous and i suggested " okay raa...but dont tell him waht i said actually ,instead tell him just that i called u Idiot and Rascal" ( wah.!!! waht an escape attempt? " ). BUt he responded as if he never used that kind of words(he uses often) and as if he never spoke a lie before " why?? why would I lie? " And I dont need to explain my feelings at that time.You can guess !!!!

He never said anything about that to any sir.But for a long time..he sort of blackmailed me and he enjoyed it to maximum.hahaha. And I always made a fool of myself worrying whenever he broached the topic.

I remember that day. i remember how i had that urge of saying those words. i remember what i said " " ," ".

adios:
Kranthi

P.S: Now you can change your opinion on me :(

Thats the first and last time i said something like that. Any guesses what I said that day ? ;-)