My Undisclosed World Of Thoughts

This is a lengthy article, I must warn you but it had to be. You can't fit 4 years of life into a single page but for the purpose of reading it, I shall divide it into two articles. It all started on 9th September 2009(09-09-09) as Srinivas keeps reminding us of the first day we stepped into college. The journey of my college life had begun. It's interesting how people go into their first year of college thinking they'd miss their college when they'd pass out, that they'd meet their friends years later and mull over how much fun those days were. I never had those thoughts. There were a few reasons for that but as I ventured through the same path day in-day out, as I ate the same inedible canteen food, as I gulped the same rubbery "apparently filtered" water, I started to like this place. *Le College  The people weren't alien anymore, they had turned into embodied souls though it didn't help if they talked in Telugu around me. I was unf...

Let's throw some light on some of the people around me. In no particular order.  Starting with Tippa Kota Venkata Nagendra Varma Varma baba on the right He was a person we did not figure out and we still have our doubts. He did not like partying, he did not like moving in crowded places, he did not attend birthday parties and the like. He liked going to one place in the world and that was home. He changed, thankfully, in the 4 years(some people might debate that). He's troubled me immensely making me walk him to his home, losing my notebooks :P and some other stuff. However, I should thank him for a lot of my marks. People recognize this guy in Kukatpally while he's  walking the roads. Everyone just somehow knows Varma- in college, in Kukatpally, in the department. He's one famous chap. This guy lives for Electronics and is a self-prophesied baba. One of the nicest people around. Hope he does great with his MS and works for Intel one day. Akshay ,  The ...

How often has it happened that you sit with such unending anger at the day to day happenings and you feel you can't take charge and do something about it. I would state it publicly, if I were to meet the people who were responsible for the gang-rape of the poor Delhi girl, I'd kill them with my bare hands. Reading about the crime, even imagining what those monsters did fills me up with utter contempt. Have we come to be a part of such a society? Is this even a society? And even more appalling are the things said by the Delhi police blaming the girl for the rape. According to them, if you lure a man by wearing revealing clothes, you were responsible for the crime. So the man goes scot free? It's not his fault, he's a rape machine ready to lay his hands on any girl who wears revealing clothes on the road! I don't think it is the dress that decides or prompts a man to carry such an inhuman action. And these are the words of our protectors. To put some logic into this...

I don't usually voice my opinion over Cricket, in fact I never have but now that I start to pen down this article, I do so with rage over the events of the past few days and the reactions to them that have more than appalled me to no end. To put it in simple terms: India were outplayed comprehensively and this occurred at home which made it all the more hurtful. There's nothing like a loss on your home turf, your fortress, perhaps the fortress has been breached. The attack might inevitably be, the first of many to come. There are a few key aspects that need to be touched and probably analyzed extensively as to what caused this fiasco and where to look from this point onwards. What exactly happened in this series? Most of us are actually still wondering as to what hit us, how did we lose a home series? This started off as a redemption series and ended as a sorrowful tale of adding insult to injury and probably some MDH laal mirch masala to the wounds, they had added sal...

Far beyond the world we see, Far above these lands and seas, A deep breeze flows over a cataclysmic space, Unreached and unearthed it seeks solace. Beyond the imagination of the brightest minds, Leaving all the worldly logic behind, Lies a corner of little wishes and desires Set ablaze with wings of fire. Thoughts as deep as these colossal oceans, Hazy memories play in rusty motions, Long to touch that star studded sky, For once to escape these earthy lies. A mind that mulls in retrospect, At a world that seemed to be perfect, At how close it seemed and undeniably was, Shattered by misapprehensions with no apparent sense of loss. It is now that this mind seems lost, Out of things that once mattered most, Only to find a way back into that world, Despite the silent shudders of massive swirls. Sometimes the things you see not real, There are things that you may not feel, The light at the end of the tunnel may not give you what you l...

A new sun rose at the offset of another dusk The one that set had enchanted the soul The tree had been subjugated in captivity Beset by troubles from all ends, the tree lay aggrieved The tree had once been a mere sapling Aspiring and avowing to grow into a big green tree The dream hadn't been one which came along easy, And the tree was lured by the other trees in the vicinity They told him emblazoned tales of the sky high up above The scented wind that swept past them satiating the innermost desires The tree was just beginning to stand on its feet When the hell broke loose and the rain unleashed its wrath The tree struggled but with valour it fought, The tree had trudged through somehow But the battle had only just began, When the sun unleashed its fury on the horizon Bereft of all sanity, the tree languished as days went on Beleaguered he stood on all sides there were The tree stood still and never lost hope, That one day he'd win, he'd grow high and ta...

He had just moved from the dusty by lanes of Delhi to Mumbai, the city that never sleeps. It did sleep, he soon found out, well at least most of it did back then. His father had had a transfer. Delhi had been a good place to live in. There was the rickshaw that took him to school every day, the teachers who adored him, the canteen where he collected his He-man action figures(with a scented eraser within) and the group of friends who lived like there was no tomorrow. The previous statement may have been misleading about the boy's age. Our little champion had just celebrated his 7th birthday. Life was about to experience a change. Change is always good, he thought. And it turned out to be quite a life altering one. Mumbai was different for different reasons. People were not as close knit as they were back in Delhi. No one took a keen interest in your life though that did not mean that people weren't friendly. That homely feeling that the boy had when he was at Delhi was...