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

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 :)

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.. ;-)

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