Where's The Party Tonight

Yes, it was new year party for us...went with some sweet, some shocking memories of time. It was more like a cultural festival where stage dance kind of activities were there, somewhere like a award winning ceremony where u had prizes for every possible action and a bad food or mostly no food to remind the Dr. Reddy's culture. But for me it was even more memorable not just because I danced almost few hours on dance floor but also the final situation of the whole party; My roommates where fully drunk...one was drunk to such extent that he was beyond his sense and lying on ground. I was saying thanks to myself that I don't drink but also that now I will have to carry this 80 kg body of my own which was already fully tried after whole day work in office and thereafter party. Anyhow carried him to my home place and felt relaxed.

My Money Plant

In a time when Life is tiresome for everyone running behind money, one sweet memory of innocence I used to bear in childhood revitalize me. I was not a son of some Dhirubhai or Enistein having innovative idea, the innovative idea of making money which fascinates every age (I hope will facinate me in future too, which i don't know), but I had my own way. I don't know it was genuinely my own but its was surely well nourished and fueled by my elder brother who was the sole benifiter of my vigilant dream. In my childhood when ever my mother used to give me paisa (usually while going to office, n i used to stay at home) my brother used to come with the idea of Money Plant. It was nothing great but in absence of everyone we unite to sow that paisa to get that so called money plant which will make me millionaire one day! only to pluck paisa like we used to pluck other flowers everyday from the same garden. I regularly and with full belief kept sowing plant when ever I got a chance without any care that my last attempt had failed n kept on going until this worldly lure made me change the mode of expenses; expenses on toffees-chocolates-icecreams and lot many. But this question always remained unanswered that where those paisa where going which i used to plant and got answer one day when my brother reveled the story in his background. He used to take out paisa in my absence and place a plant on the same location without root to call me n show. My pleasure nad dream used to acheive the peak but, a plant without root will have what fate? It used to dry after sometime, leaving a message for me; Well! sometime next...will surely get success one day.
Great memories of childhood...lot many! countless!!!

Great power comes with Great responsibility

Its power only which rules around us! power of money, position, status etc-etc. But this power really brings fun to be superior in life. I feel its a fun of different taste to bear something important on the same time it brings equal responsibility, without which there is no difference between man n devil.

Life Revisited

Just completed my friend's gift "Sum thing of a Mocktale", the book which he gave in our last meeting. It was surprise, it was sweet but moreover something which I most-wantedly like to have. Anyway it was a chronicle of author in JNU but reading it can't stop myself from comparing n finding something like mine kind of experiences in it. It gave me a experience like I have once again returned to my days in JNU...tiresome-robust days but I don't know a majestic satisfaction was there inside...a satisfaction of been in a world, of which I liked to part of. Reading the book gave me the same satisfaction again! again after so many days!

Hyderabad Beggar's Club

In my college days, on my way to Allahabad and Kanpur, I used to encounter too many beggars in the train between Varanasi and Allahabad and named it Beggar's Route but that class which i used to think is unconquerable even have great competitors, these competitors are from Hyderabad Beggars Club. I use this word for the uncountable and omnipresent hyderabadi beggars which don't loose a single chance to catch you anywhere-anytime, to almost chase you in their area. Their area because their business looks very manged and no chance of internal competition I have observed among themselves so far. Its tragic that a city where most of the people get respectable job, there's a big brigade of such beggar running a parallel business of different kind...there own Beggar's Club.

Back to Job

Now when i am back to work and feeling fresh after so called loonng leeave, trying to prevent the life for getting skewed yet again. It was something most wanted and came on right time in my life as I was completely exhausted not just physically but mentally out of work. Have resumed my habit of reading books and have gobble up two books since arrival here...Don't want to get that much tired as before, since it will really be tough as much impossible to come out if it happens again. But very much optimistic right now...will surely keep on myself.

Happiness is temporary, suffering is permanent!

Today is the last day of my leave at home...so the sweet days are over and have to get ready for hyderabad hell. I got a big leave but how it all flown, I myself don't know....Happiness went like a breeze but suffering is persistent...which nonetheless came even sometimes in between and finally 'll be in its fullest after leave...Since its temporary, thats why its special; thats why its happiness.

Destiny and Desire

Trapped between thoughts of past and future, today the memories of Paolo Coehlo's "The Alchemist" which I read in my last days in Kanpur 4 months back, is coming again-n-again. It was an wonderful story about optimism, hope, courage and perseverance. It was about finding out, what is our 'mission' in life, about destiny and following our dreams - whenever one wishes something, the whole universe conspires to its realisation. Everything is possible as long as we really want it to happen. Gives a lot of satisfaction in low time since the 'mission' is still there and the 'desire' too.

The Two Shore

Left Kanpur after 7 days, after a highly mechanical life. Starting days went along concerns that I am changed. Changed because of previous situations? Changed because of new circumstances? Or because of anticipation of shock again? Whatever, however!!! I too was not happy with the change, atleast not which I was feeling between me and my freind! No warmth of relation, no heat of the feeling that we are meeting again after long time, prob’ly for last time. Anyway, by the time I recuperated myself, it was time to go! Go for not to meet again...With all the similarities and differences we were like two shores of river, although closer for some time... Only the feeling that you are there on the other side, always! happy in your part of world, gives pleasure and satisfaction!