Saturday, December 22, 2012

500 days of US





Its no memoirs of geisha .. its no biography of Vivekananda ... its no melodrama . .its just a psychic  trauma ...
I've had a dream , a long, prolonged dream ... A dream for 500 days ...
500 days .. there was a  change in direction of sun rays .. there was a  change in direction of roadways .. it was a traditional change ... a  cultural interchange ... transition  with money exchange .. battle with internal courage .. days which end in rage ...
Its been 500 days since Ive been  restricted,  pushed to uncertainity .. 500 days since I've been tested ... 500 days since Ive not been rested .. time flies,  work doesn't .. a thought of deadline is always at the back of your mind .. a thought of uncertainity,  thought of insecurity .. imagination about immigration brings the base thoughts of  migration ..
The biggest disease a person gets affected with would be fear... US deflates every international's morale, induce his psyche with fear.. every non immigrants pays healthy respect to fear ..
Anything's that's flashy attracts,  may it be girls or towns .. no surprises when it comes to down-towns ..long buildings ...not long, atleast not as long as this dream .. skyskapers sync with the dollar dreams ...technology  brings the dreamy homes ... some discuss about barrack  Obama .. some discuss about gorgeous chicks saying oo bama.. life in us is a never ending drama ...
Indians live in opinions , opinions which say that flower and showers lasts for hours , but relations are forever .. confused ABCDs  say a flower everyday  creates good relations importantly increase public relations ..with  cultural drift,  influenced and migrated indian couple end up in rifts ..
Being a student , imagination  of immagration scares you from the unfulfilled desire/ passion of completing graduation / under-graduation (given a couple of bad grades,  couple of bad instances ..)
being a professional,  you pray for the contract being alive every other evening!  plead the eternal one to see through the h1 ..
A poor Indian father who was aggressive in money making begs that his daughter shouldn' be a victim of aggressive free fast culture.
if everything's fine with a stubborn individual,  he comes across a sect of people who harass him physically or mentally , most of the time financially!  
if fear is dangerous,  desire is worse ... construction of a beautiful dream might be in a sniffing distance .. but,  way is full of mirages... a loan leads to another ... the concept of balancing starts again ...
discussions start again ... this time about finding easier  ways ...
a violation would be offensive,  a red light always flashes ... flashes so hard that the impact is imprinted in the minds ..horrible sirens all around ...a tear brings a enlightening thought about the fear inflicted by a dream. a thought which revolves round the beautiful sleep ...  I wake up from the dream ... step out on the land...a gulp of water stops the hiccups created by the fear .. fear which destroyed the beautiful sleep .. I finally find a supporting  shoulder and an extending arm which destroys the fear induced by the dream ... !  No sooner, I feel the spicy fragrance in air .. , a native flair .. solacing hugs from the people who care ... excitement in the eyes ..  unconditional love, expectation-less mates  ..I enjoy the moment of freedom .. freedom which frees me  from thoughts .. frees me from discussions..

Shifted the focus to news; it says I've traveled from the land of rasists to rapists .. from a land of opportunity to land of poverty .. land of selfishness to selflessness .. land of busy-ness to land of business .. of course, end of the day., I feel  Hollywood movie can never be cherished like a Bollywood movie!  Masala in life and food makes a difference! !! started experiencing the difference ...  in no time,  I would fall asleep have another dream ; This time , I hope it's a better one .. hope is better than Pope!

PS : I've had some impeccable dreams ... this time,  the dream was a  bitter reality... people speak in  volumes about freedom abroad,  but I lost my entire freedom after going over there ... I've had a small break between dreams ... I hope to have short  dreams and longer breaks...! A free mind can have free flow of words, I'd it after 500 days.. A dream come true... ! 

Thursday, July 28, 2011

memories after a shot..

A shot before a week brings it out... It's emotional, it's dramatic.. yet it's real... 7 years ago when books were my world , ranks were in my dreams., marks gave immense satisfaction.. ;5 years ago when Night stays , silly fights, diabolical revenges , never care attitude were distant dreams ; 4 years ago tours, freak outs , chats were fascinations and 2 years ago commitment ,responsibility were too heavy to handle..! A shot makes me that I won them all ... few by self satisfaction , few by desperation... But, In everything that I did, I'd a company....company which made life beautiful... There's a satisfaction ..there's a vibrant anticipation... there's a resonating reciprocation.. ... ah.. what not .., It's a dream come true.. imagination which took it's real form..

A medal which satisfies a studious kid in me, A night stay which drags the party boy out of me., A never give up ,never care, adamant attitude which paved path to a antagonist out of me.. a tour which brought out a adventurous guy, Importantly a true lover which brought out responsible me ... these would have been unfulfilled dreams had I been alone.. It's about mates, rather soul mates.. I'm so lucky to have everything in sync.. Still remember the day when I first say a medal on my chest , 100s clapping.. felt proud ,but the true credit has to be given to my mates in prashanthi Niketan ...
threshold for mathematical problems helped me see a unexplored world..
It was when I was a Teen , things which I've never seen and the places where I've never been started to become a bigger problem than a integral.. !

Those were the days when Yashwanth and co made an impact.. cricket on streets., buffets in Hyderabad, films that we watched.. time we spent online.. there's no substitute for those ... every night we changed placed like a cat does.. :P Mega was all about Srinath's tragic love story and a gutsy maverick in me .. We preferred tasty bakery to Nagasri's class.. fascination to hang around with people in gangs started.. , Pooja and sandhya with special coaching centre guys headed by rohith .. those were early days of enjoyment... bowling , restaurants, films.. That was crazily insane until we had a set back with admissions and few shocks.. It feels good to win a wrestling over a monster like kauschav cramping and having swollen neck..

Well cricket in OU , especially our very famous chase of 78 in 5 overs (me and goutham ), it was all about sheer slogging to leg side.. Poor karthik leaked 30 odd runs of a single legal over .. srinath's lazy ass piercing into a broken glass .. what not .. everything at a single place.. termed it life..

Life was happening .. But, suddenly it stopped when I entered KITE.. , utterly dejected, lost friendship with few., There was a rep-rival in the form of MAX gang,
It started with a presentation with lekhya.. the winning spree was never ended later.. Gradually got hold of college politics.. became a undisputed leader.. satisfied my ego, fulfilled my wishes.. But all with the help of 3 guys... pradeep ,jummi, santhu .. It can't get better ragging a lecturer and being in the hit list.. It can't be happier to realize how much lecturers miss my presence in class whenever I bunk .. hmmm... admiration from juniors., respect from people around ... days were just awesome.. life got better with a once in life time trip with max gang ..
Hmmm.. ! crazy fights, insane revenges.. broken glasses all around .. Can't forget my records written by shalini and my sponsorer mounisha.. It was a crazy eng life.. Took the initiative to dominate the college functions, there came the craziest group mavericks.. It was crazier than a theme-less hindi film which makes you feel good .. Family meets with specials was really special.. time to laknavaram was precious.. Goa trip with katta n co. ; a booze with chaitanya .. funniest trip with a head of department , purposeful trips for projects.. everywhere.. my life revolved round GPRS & max gang..

Parents voyage to US made us hoist a freedom flag ., few months with kaushik, rohith and co. was just like the package of excitement unwrapped..
That was the time when thoughts drifted .., time when My soul was rest for the best quest... It was the time when She entered into the life ..Life is always interesting when she's around.., Her voice ignites the atmosphere, her charm mesmerizes me, cheers to your love pooja.. Life was complete.. addiction.. phone conversations,hang outs, sneak outs., what not .. there was no space for air between us .. though her real close friends hate me as they can't spend same time with me , I've few sweet memories with them.. Vishesh and sushmitha , two tiny guns had a go at our hearts ... prashanthi justified her name in making atmosphere peaceful.. Madhukar another tiny one who made a huge impact in very little time..

Many memories , But, I don't want to make this a JNTU paper (which is again a memory).. Another shot would help me thank people leaving ego's aside..

My soul mate pooja, supportive and sweet in-law kavya, Aggressive but practical sanjeev..,audacious lekhya,heart stopping ride on nikki's bike ,ever pretending santosh , selfish mahima, expressionless kavitha, lazy ass srinath , kala less kaladhar., Korean punch machine shriya, kiddish poojitha.., pyshco bava, gadget goutham katta, gali rohith biryani , green haired karthik , premalo padda pradeep., dunna la unna jummi , batta for santa banta., vishy fishy, senseless selfless shan., devilish devi , mouk thikka , priya the kiddo , bhanam vesi bhanu , actually , vams vetti , sruthi's fighting for their names., god father kinda saakshi.. , practical prashanthi , our kid sushmitha, mad lover madhukar., question bank shamili, few others completes my world..

One more on the rocks makes me hit the bed.. , another shot after two weeks make me feel that I miss my world..