Thoughts aloud....

Her Love.. Part 2

2011-01-16T05:04:00.001-08:00

Please read part – 1 here.

‘What are you doing? Copying is not good in any case.’ Shankar started screaming.
We were in front of the Fresher’s Building. Our Mid Exam would start in another half an hour. I was busy writing slips and he was busy revising the already completed lessons. I couldn’t understand why people waste time studying when there were better ways of scoring good percentage. People are just cowards.
The exam started. I couldn’t believe that I knew the answer for one question. I started writing.
After 10-15 minutes, the invigilator came near to me and took out a paper on my bench. I was shivering. He read the contents of the paper and said, ‘Get out.’

rest of the part - 2 here.

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Her Love...

2011-01-05T10:41:00.000-08:00

This is Aparna. Oops… Sorry… This is Shekar. Yeah… you guessed right. I’m in love with her and this is her love story. By ‘her love’ story, I truly mean that its just her love story… not mine!!!

Great love stories start with the first meeting. But this great love story, I feel comfortable if ‘great’ and ‘love’ are missing in it… Okay, where am I? Yes… this great love story starts with the BREAK-UP.

I start this story with their break-up coz of the very obvious reason…

I don’t just love her…

But I love her break up too…

* * *

‘Most of the creative people are emotionally driven.’ She started her break up speech.

I looked at her giving a hint that she was going too poetic. She understood.

We were sitting in the canteen. He was sitting opposite to her while I was sitting next to her. I could feel that he was not comfortable with my presence.

‘They also say that two intelligent people can’t live a happy life together.’ She started again.

What did she say? May be… it doesn’t apply to me.

‘It’s been wonderful time spent with you excluding the last two months. Thanks for everything.’ She finished.

‘Not a problem.’ He said and left.

She was upset.

What a chance for me!!!

I don’t know why but I feel the moment to be a romantic one.

I have been waiting for this moment to come since a year.

I’ve tried all possible ways to separate them.

* * *

14 months back…

Back Again…

2010-12-09T01:17:00.001-08:00

Yeah.. Back again…

Back to the place where it all started…

Back to the place where it starts again.. right from zero…

… and good to be back…

6 months of a different world altogether…

Got few good memories.. and lots of horrible memories…

They obviously need to be written here…

Looking for sometime next week to pen down…

‘Khaleja’ In Life…

2010-10-17T10:06:00.001-07:00

Two hours before watching the movie ‘Khaleja’ …

‘Let’s go for Khaleja movie.’ I asked my roommate.

‘No dude. I’m not going to watch any other movie before watching Robo.’ He said firmly.

‘Okay.. Guess I need to go alone… ‘ I thought and started from room.

I took out my phone and called Mrutyunjay. I got to know that he was in Bangalore. I have been calling him since morning. I really wanted to meet him.

It was the 5th call made to his number and no response.

Ever since the release of the movie, I really looked forward to watch it. But due to various reasons, I could not make it and I really did not want to miss it that day.

Innovative Multiplex,

Marathalli,

Bengaluru

It was the worst multiplex I’ve ever seen. It was around 5O’clock when I reached the multiplex. There was a white board in front of the theatre with the show timings.

Khaleja -- 2pm …. 4pm

I was disappointed.

‘I guess I need to go home and download the TCRip I found in tollytorrents.com.’ I thought.

I was going back when I suddenly heard someone asking at the counter.

‘Khaleja movie 7 pm show .. 2 tickets’

I was shocked. I immediately asked about it at the counter and the boy said that there was a show at 7pm too.

‘Give me a ticket then.’ I asked him immediately.

I got the ticket for 7pm show. One and half hour more to spend. Not knowing what to do, I went inside the theater and sat at a coffee table. I ordered for a cappuccino and called home. I was talking on phone when I suddenly saw a familiar face coming out from the opposite shop. I looked at him for quite a few seconds and he was Mrutyunjay.

It was really surprising to see him there. I waved at him and he recognized me too.
I’ve seen him nearly after an year.

What a coincidence!!!

* * *

There was a dialogue in Khaleja movie :

‘If you wish for something with a pure heart, it’ll happen and you are the god.’

Then I realised:

‘Yeah.. I’m the God…’

I wanted to meet him.

I had gone to movie even though my roommate hadn’t turned up.

I got the tickets at the last moment.

I sat at the coffee table and I saw him almost the same time. Just a few minutes delay would have made us not to bump on each other.

Everything happened just because I wished to meet him.

* * *

Lol… I’m the God.. and I don’t believe in God…

Thanks a lot, God…

2010-10-11T12:30:00.001-07:00

A story I’ve written for a magazine few months ago…

I was at the sixth floor of my hostel. It was almost midnight. By this time, most of the people might not be sleeping. But majority of them might be trying hard to sleep. We get up at 5 in the morning and sleep at 10 in the night. And, the rest of our lives just revolve around EAMCET, IIT and BITS. It’s been one year since I came to this place and I need to be here for another year. May be, I need to stay here for longer duration because I’d already failed in two subjects and I wasn’t sure whether I’d pass all the subjects in the second year. I was sure that I wouldn’t be in Engineering and that reason was enough for me to end my life. That was why I was at the terrace of my hostel.

One step ahead will end my life. How simple is Death!! But it takes lot of courage for that one simple step. After struggling hard for about 5-10 minutes, I finally decided to step ahead. And like hell lot of other stories, someone stopped me from doing it. When I looked back, I could see an old man smiling at me. He looked calm and his smile was awesome.

“Congratulations!” he said offering me a warm handshake.
“For?” I said rejecting the handshake.
“Because you’ve got few more minutes to live in this world. Congratulations for the bonus life!!” he said smiling at me.

“This is not the time for jokes. And, who are you?” I asked. I asked him because I’ve never seen him before.
“I am being called as God.” He said.
“So, are you God?” I asked with a bit of sarcasm.
“If that’s the name with which you wish to call me, then I’m the God.”
“I can’t argue with you. If you have anything to say to me, then do it and go away.”
“I don’t have anything to tell you. But I know that you have something to tell me,” he said.
“I don’t have anything to share with a stranger,” I said and turned around. I tried jumping from the building but surprisingly, I couldn’t do it. Some force was stopping me from doing it.
“You can’t do it. I already told you that you have got a bonus life,” he said.
“Okay. Tell me… what do you want me to tell you?”

“Why are you doing this?”
“I want to die because I don’t have anything to do here in this world. I failed in two subjects. My father went bankrupt. My mother doesn’t love me anymore. My girl friend left me. I don’t even have friends. If you were in my place, you would have done the same thing,” I said. I did not know why I told him all these things.

He was just listening to it. I continued:
“If I were you, I would have been sleeping by now.” He told me.
“If I were you, I would have saved people from suffering.” I screamed.
There was no reaction in His face.
“Happiness without suffering is same as mere suffering. Success without failure is just the same as failure. After all, how do you differentiate success from failure if you haven’t faced failure in your life? You don’t know what’s in store for you tomorrow. You’ll get a call from your girlfriend in 5 minutes. And in the sixth minute, you’ll regret for what you are doing now.” He said and disappeared.
There was none at the terrace and I was nervous. And suddenly, my phone rang. I took my phone out of my pocket and it was from her.

“Hello!” I said.
“I’m Sorry… and I Love you…” she said.
I couldn’t understand what was going on. I started searching for Him but couldn’t find him. I felt like God has finally granted me happiness. I was about to tell her that I love you when I suddenly realized that I was on the edge of the wall in the terrace and I got slipped.
“What God! Why are you doing this to me?” I screamed. I was in the mid air on my way to the ground. Falling from sixth floor will guarantee you with death. After few seconds of travel, I finally fell on ground. With blurred vision, I could see Him.
“Thus ends your bonus life!” He said.
“God… I want to live” I said.
He did not answer me. Slowly, my eyes were getting closed…

* * *

I got up from my bed. I looked around. My roommates were sleeping.
“What a dream!” I said to myself.

I looked at the letter I’ve written few hours back. I read it again and threw it into the dustbin and said, “Thanks a lot, God…”

The Magic Of Malgudi

2010-10-10T07:50:00.001-07:00

R K Narayan

Of all the books I’ve read so far (though the number is very small), I feel the books of R K Narayan are the best. It might be because of the book Swami And Friends. I really enjoyed reading every word in the novel. Till now, I’ve been reading novels of the nature ‘Pulp Fiction’ and my favourite author was Chetan Bhagat and he was the one who influenced my style of writing. But after reading R K Narayan’s literature, I realised that I’ve been reading the B-Grade novels. I’m not criticising CB or his novels but obviously these are not the novels one should read except for just entertainment and nothing else.

I was just browsing through the titles in Crossword when I saw this book ‘The Magic Of Malgudi’. ‘Why did I miss reading R K Narayan’s books?’, I thought and I immediately bought this book as it is a compilation of three novels by R K Narayan.

Then, I realised that it was easy to write like Chetan Bhagat but it was not easy to write like R K Narayan ( write like .. doesn’t mean ‘copy’).

P.S.: Will be reading Hitler’s Mein Kampf this week. Expect a review on it in the coming weeks. Expect an article of about 1000 words.

Love On … DoCoMo…

2010-10-06T14:54:00.001-07:00

‘Do..Mo..Co..Co..Mo..Do…Mo…Co….’

I looked at my phone screen. A call from an unknown number.

‘H..e..l…l…o…. ‘, I said in a not-so-interested-in-call voice.

‘I Love You…’, I heard her voice.

‘… and.. Happy Birthday’, she continued.

* * *

One Year Ago…

I saw her on the first day of my Engineering. I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.

Name   : Shruthi

Place    : Visakhapatnam

… and

Phone   : 9030183800

Got an SMS from my friend. We call him The BBC.

I’m In Love With Her…

I immediately sent an SMS to all my class.

And the next second, I took out my phone and dialed her number…

‘Hello!’ She lifted the call.

‘Hi, Shruthi… This is Srikanth. I’m in Love With You…’ I said.

She ended the call.

Your last call charge : 0.05Rs

‘Thanks DoCoMo. My first proposal costs just 5 paisa…’ I thought.

‘I Love You.. ‘ I told her after the Electrical Machines class.

She did not say anything.

I have been after her since 9 months. In those 9 months, I haven’t even heard her speaking. She did not respond to me at all. I have been thinking about her day and night. I could not even concentrate on my studies. I failed in 4 out of 6 subjects in the semester. Life seemed to be nothing without her. I was getting frustrated with life day by day.

* * *

I opened up the browser of my new One-Touch Phone and typed google.com.

I googled for ‘Suicide Poison’ and have gone through few websites.

In an hour, I finally could get a poisonous drink. I was about to drink it when I heard the ringtone of my Alcatel One-touch Phone.

“Do..Co…Mo…Co…Mo…”

‘H..e..l…l…o…. ‘, I said in a not-so-interested-in-call voice.

‘I Love You…’, I heard her voice.

‘… and.. Happy Birthday’, she continued.

When Life Changes In Seconds… Why Pay In Minutes???

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Written For ‘Share Life Blogger’ Contest By Docomo…

Madly In Love with … DoCoMo's OneTouch Phone…

What made me to start blogging?

2010-10-04T14:02:00.001-07:00

I was in Class VIII when I first came to know about blogging. There was an article in The Hindu about the website blogspot.com. It was written by Mr. J Murali. That was how I was introduced to blogging. As we did not have access to internet in the school, it took nearly three years to open the site blogspot.com. I guess, by then, the blogspot.com was changed to blogger.com. It took almost an hour to create an account. The speed of the net connection was very slow. After that, I was very busy with EAMCET preparation and could not get a chance to open up the blogger.com again.

Finally, I started blogging in the year 2005 when I joined in Engineering.

The URL of the blog is : http://thoughts-satya.blogspot.com

But somehow, I forgot the password for that account and then during my second year of engineering, I started writing in this blog.

I should thank J Murali for introducing me to the blogging world and Chetan Bhagat for influencing me in writing short stories.

I really had no reason to start blogging. I was just fascinated by the idea of having a personal website and I really don’t know why I was so fascinated. But after started blogging, now I realise what we get out of it.

Indiblogger Meet .. Bangalore.. Not just another bloggers' meet....

2010-10-03T12:41:00.000-07:00

“Hey Satya. We have got tickets to Robot Movie. Let’s go.” Friends told Satya.

“When is the show?” He asked them.

“2.30pm. Why?”

“Oh! I’m not coming. I’ve an important work.” He said.

Yes.. He had an important work. He needs to attend Indiblogger meet that afternoon. But he couldn’t tell his friends about it as they think that it was insane to skip watching Robot movie for any damn reason on this earth. So, he tried to lie to them.

“Eh? What happened to you? “They asked him in a surprising tone.

“Nothing.” He thought of saying but then realised that they would not be leaving him without telling them the reason behind his decision.

“I have to attend Indiblogger meet.” He said finally.

They looked at each other and sighed.

“These bloggers are the craziest creatures on Earth. Anyways, enjoy your afternoon.” They said and went away laughing at me.

* * *

Fortune Park JP Celestial Hotel,

Near Anand Rao Circle,

Race course Road.

Satya reached Majestic Bus Station. He was new to Bangalore.

“Where the hell is this Anand Rao Circle?” He thought.

He opened Nokia Maps and started searching for Fortune Hotel. He found it and happily clicked on ‘My Position’ button. It showed ‘Marathahalli Ring Road’.

It was already 1.50PM. There was still half an hour or an hour left for the meet to start. But was it too far from Majestic? He read in twitter that it takes only 10 minutes to reach Fortune from Majestic. But, was the tweet authentic? It was better to get into an auto.

“Bhaiyya! Fortune Hotel .. Anand Rao Circle.. What? 30 rupees? Just few yards from here na.. Okay, will give you 20... Okay, 25...”

Yes... It was only few streets away. Finally, he reached the venue. It was exactly 2 O’clock.

“Indians By Birth... Bloggers By Choice... Punctual By Nature.. “ He tweeted using his smartphone. How did it get that name? May be .. it was because only smart people know how to operate it.

Indibloggers meet.. 7th floor tunnel...

“Tunnel?? Am I attending a Maoist Party Meet? “ He thought.

* * *

“Welcome To The Indibloggers meet... “ A pretty gal had wished him. Yeah.. She was Reshmi ( or Rashmi). He saw her at Indiblogger Hyderabad meet. She looked gorgeous in white Indiblogger shirt.

“Please enter your email address and register”, she said.

He would even enter his credit card details too, if at all she asked him. He just wanted to talk with her. So, he entered his mail id wrong and looked confusing so that she would come and help him out.

“Can I help you? “ He heard a male voice to his surprise.

He looked around and it was Vineet Rajan.

“Why can’t he go and ride his bike!!” he thought.

He said ‘Nothing’ and entered the right mail id then.

He would have taken her picture and mailed to indiblr@indiblogger.in and let the Bangalore know what it lacked.

Anyways, he sat at a corner chair and started observing people. There were around 53-72 in the hall. It was around 2.15 PM and the show hasn’t started yet. As it was the time for a Seista, he started feeling sleepy. He was in half sleep and suddenly he was woken up by a loud noise.

A video was being played on the screen. After few seconds, he realised that it was the video of Mumbai Bloggers meet.

It was a video in which people talked negatively about the meet.

‘What an Idea Sir ji...’ He thought.

Next was the introduction of the core indiblogger guys.

One guy started telling the audience what they did during school days. Obviously, everybody else would have done the same thing. What was so different?

He was impatient. One guy sat next to him. Should he say ‘hi’? or should he wait till he says ‘hi’? Finally, he waited for the other person to say ‘hi’ and he never told him.

‘There is no agenda for this meet’ one of the organizer told them on the phone... the microphone and started reading what was the plan for the day.

1. 30 seconds of fame.

2. Live and let comment

3. Tea

4. Open Discussion

‘Doesn’t it look the agenda? If not, what is it called as?’ Satya was in an urge to open the dictionary app to look at the meaning of agenda.

Somebody said at the back that there was a wifi in the hotel. But he did not bring his laptop. He would have easily downloaded a movie here.

‘Please exit from utorrent’, there was a message on the screen.

Why only utorrent and why couldn’t be bittorrent? Was there an agreement between indiblogger and bittorrent? Anyways, he did not bring his laptop and hence, he need not bother about it.

‘Okay guys, let’s start 30 seconds of fame. You need to introduce yourself in just 30 minutes.’ The organizer cum anchor told them.

My name is blah blah blah...

I blog at blahblahblah.blogspot.com.

I started blogging blahblahblah years ago and blahblahblah.

He was not listening to what they were speaking. What should he tell when his turn comes up?

Till date, he did not have a reason to blog. He blogged about everything and anything. He wrote few stupid stories and he had started writing another stupid novel. Was it okay to tell them about these things? He was in dilemma.

Hi.. I’m Satya and I blog about my life...

No.. He needs to introduce him in a better way. But how? He was still thinking when the mic was handed over to him.

Hi.. This is Satya .. I started blogging five years back .. when I was in College.. when I was in youth days..

‘How old are you? ‘ somebody cried from back.

But he conveniently ignored it and continued.

Earlier, I used to blog about my personal life but after coming into IT profession, I shifted to writing stories as I din’t have much to write about my personal life. I’ve written short stories like ‘What will you do when you see your girlfriend naked?’, ‘the dog who stole my heart’ and recently, I started writing a novel ‘Who killed my wife?’.

‘Why can’t you rename it to The Dog Who Killed My Wife?’ somebody shouted.

He ignored it then too and handed over the mic to the next guy. He felt relaxed after his introduction. He started feeling sleepy again as he had to listen to the intros of 60-70 bloggers.

‘Guys.. Can somebody wake me up when its done?’ he tweeted and started sleeping without closing his eyes.

It went on for another 30 minutes and then the real fun event started.

Live and let comment...

They were given yellow charts and a sketchpen and they need to go to people and ask them to comment on their charts.

He went to a guy and said ‘hi’.

Guy : Hi

Satya: Satya

Guy : Abhinav

Satya: So, you working?

Guy : yeah.. in infy.

Satya: Good Arshad.

Guy : Hey, I’m Abhinav.

Satya: Ufff.. You know, I’ve got a poor memory.

Guy : Okay, can I write on your chart?

He had written few words and then it was Satya’s turn. What should he write? Time for a shameless self promotion.. He wrote:

Keep Blogging... ragasofgitam.com... @satyaas.

And in the next half an hour, he met many and had written the same lines on their charts.

During this time, he met Mohan BN from yahoo and asked him how he got time to write posts in spite of his job. His answer was as expected. ‘Just needs to make time for it.. Its just how you plan...’

After having coffee and snacks, he again sat and then it was an open discussion.

There were few discussions about the social responsibility which he did not find interesting. So, he started chatting on phone. Then, there was a discussion on what posts should be banned in the forum.

Satya was eagerly waiting for the T-Shirt. Would it be in black colour or white? He did not like the shirt he got in Hyderabad meet. It looked like the shirt of a sales boy in Univercell shop. He did not want this shirt to look like that of a sales boy in hp shop. It was around 6 and heard a thanks message from the organizers. Yeah.. time for a shirt.

‘Small one please’ he asked and grabbed one and started going home.

He was lost in thoughts... By attending this meet, he realised what he was missing in his life. It was long back since he updated his blog. Writing was his passion.. however bad his writings were.. After moving into IT profession, he had been working for nearly 15-16 hours a day and could not find time to blog. While going home, he told himself:

“Writing is my passion and I update my blog at least once a week from now on....”

P.S.: Satya still could not understand the reason why HP has given away printers like chocolates...

Who Killed My Wife?

2010-09-16T00:08:00.000-07:00

Yeah.. finally I'm back to writing.. after a long gap.

Here are the first few lines of my new story titled 'Who Killed My Wife?' ...

‎'When did you know about the death of your wife?' The inspector asked me.

He did not look at me. He was probably busy typing an SMS on his Nokia E72.
'Sri Harsha V.' written on his nameplate.
'I was with my girlfriend at her house.' I said after a little pause.
He looked at me and asked, 'What were you doing there?'
'I was having sex with her.' I told him.

More to come soon...

PL/SQL Vs Blogging

2010-08-07T01:25:00.000-07:00

After a long time, I got time to blog. One free Saturday.. One Laptop.. and a Broadband Connection(limited though..).
'Let me write a blog post today.' I thought.
I started writing one.. and then the trouble started. What to write???
My mind is fully occupied with Oracle, PL/SQL, General Ledger, Inventory organizations, interfaces,conversions..... ufffff...
What happened to the 'creative' part of my brain?
Can't even write a proper blogpost..

In the middle...

2010-07-20T08:25:00.001-07:00

Dilemma... Confusion... The two words that I started living with.. with a little sense of dissatisfaction in life..
With all these weirdy thoughts, I started writing a story...

The Dog... The Donkey... And The Software Engineer...

2010-07-05T10:29:00.001-07:00

2010-07-05T10:26:00.001-07:00

Finally..back to blogging

2010-06-18T23:13:00.001-07:00

If this mobile blogging thing works out.. I can be back to blogging..
Let me test it..

In the Process Of Changing.. Change is inevitable

2010-05-29T06:47:00.000-07:00

Moved from Hyderabad to Bengaluru.. No time to update blog.. actually, no computer with internet connection and without firewall...;)

For all the people who wonder where I am.. this is the post...

Human Rights Commission Considering To Ban Kids Reality Shows

2010-04-27T08:45:00.001-07:00

Finally, a welcoming step by Human Rights Commission. Justice Subhash Reddy has threatened to stall Zee TV's Aata programme. Good to know that people are thinking about these kids reality shows.

The Corporate Child Labour

2010-04-22T09:54:00.000-07:00

Child labour refers to the employment of children at regular and sustained labour.

Few years back, employment of children was mostly confined to cycle shops and small scale industries. Thanks to the Child Labour Act in the country. It is not quite often to see children working in these places.
However, I could see another form of Child Labour these days. I call it as Corporate Child Labour. Not just me, everybody see this form of child labour. Just switch on your Television sets and three fourth of the channels at any given point of time will telecast this form of child labour. Yeah.. I'm talking about the kids reality shows. Aata Juniors... Sa Ri Ga Ma Pa juniors .. etc... etc...
You might have been thinking that this blogger must have gone crazy.. To prove myself, let me tell you the story of this boy called Satwik who participated in the reality dance show called Aata Juniors shown on Zee Telugu Channel. A special mention of the so called "Creative Director, Anchor, Producer" (Uffff...) Omkar also called as Omkar Annayya has to be there. I can't write about this guy in this post. Will dedicate a separate blogpost space to him.
Coming to Satwik, the only person in his family who works is none other than Satwik. He looks after his entire family by dancing in the show.

Lets go back to the definition of the child labour once again.

Child labour refers to the employment of children at regular and sustained labour.

The child has been given employment to dance in the show ( which obviously make money) at regular and sustained ( continued over a long period ) labour. So, why shall we not call it as Corporate Child Labour?

What's The Algorithm behind IndiRank?

2010-04-21T11:02:00.000-07:00

Today I got a mail from Indiblogger saying that my IndiRank is 68. What does that mean? I started searching for the details in the indiblogger site and found out an answer for it. According to Indiblogger,

A blog's IndiRank is calculated based on various factors. Other blog ranking systems rate how popular a blog is. We've taken it a step further based on how deserving a blog is of becoming popular. This is to ensure that the lesser known, but well deserving blogs are pushed up the ladder as well. IndiRank will be completely refreshed every month, so a blog's previous rank will have no bearing on it's present rank.

I started searching for a more clear answer to my questions and I ended up in vain. My unanswered questions are:
1. what are the various factors that are mentioned by indiblogger team?
2. How do we know how popular a blog is? By counting the backlinks or by any other means?
3. More importantly, how do we know the deserving quality of a blog? Like adding up more content will increase the Indirank or wat?
4. Earlier, my blog's pagerank is 1 and Indirank is 40. Now, my blog's pagerank is 0 but Indirank is 68. Can't really understand how things are calculated.

What Do You Want To Be? An Employer or An Employee??

2010-04-20T10:51:00.000-07:00

90% of the people would come up with an answer like "I want to be an Employer". But not even 90% of those 90% people will become Employers in the future. This post of mine is not about discussing the bad things about being employed or good things about being an employer. Few days back I asked one of my friends(Not Jagan) about the reason why he wanted to quit his present job and start his own firm. He said he did not want to work for anybody.

I can't understand the logic behind this reason. At any point of time, one has to work for another. This is my reasoning. One works in a company... he is working for the owner of the company... One starts his own firm and works.. Now, he works for the client. After all, one has to pay you if you need to earn. As long as I earn the money which satisfies me.. as long as my work is interesting.. I don't really mind being an employee.

This doesn't mean that I'm against being employer. I always wanted to be an employer. That's because I can earn much more money being an employer ( however risky it is). If at all I become an entrepreneur, the only reason would be money.

Sania Mirza Reception ... Live On News Channels... Poverty Live On Roads...

2010-04-15T10:24:00.000-07:00

For the first time on this blog, I use the 'F' word.. What's the fuck they are showing on news channels.. A live coverage of Sania Mirza's reception. And most probably, there will be a similar front page news in the newspapers tomorrow. What's happening with the media? What sort of benefit a viewer gets by watching the reception of Sania live on tv? Is this what they teach in journalism schools? Do we need to call them journalists and editors?

... and finally...

I stopped watching Telugu news channels... I stopped reading Telugu news papers..

The Art Of Decision Making

2010-04-14T10:01:00.000-07:00

It's not what you do but its what you decided to do...

Yeah... the time has come for me to take a decision... a decision which influences my life's path.
Till now, I never took time to decide on what to do. Most of my decisions were split second decisions. I joined GITAM by chance and not by choice... I joined this present company by chance and not by choice..

Today, I seriously thought for an hour and ended up having a bad decision. A decision which I don't like.. And now, I pray to the "Uncertainty Principle" ( as I don't believe in GOD) to let the things happen in my favour.

...

My First Illegal Activity

2010-04-13T10:28:00.000-07:00

Three of us were staring at the telephone. It was 7 O'Clock in the night. We were having a series of mock Class X exams. 4th exam of the series of 20 exams would be the next day. On a normal day, we would be studying at that time. But on that day, we stopped studying. Suddenly, the telephone rang. I picked it up immediately and for the next 5 minutes, I was busy scribbling something on the paper.Yeah.. It was the paper which got leaked out.

This incident dates back to 2005.. exactly, 5 years ago. I used to come home from school very early.. like at 4 O'Clock. But most of my friends used to stay till 6O'clock. Don't think that they were studious. They stayed there for this illegal cause. They will stay there till everybody else leave the school and then start their work. They sneak into the clerk's chamber where the exam papers for the next day are stored and get them hand-xeroxed and then put the original paper back into the place. At around 7O'Clock, they call us and share the paper. This happened for the whole month and we wrote about 20 exams in the similar manner.

That was my first illegal activity. It's been 5 years since I started being illegal and unethical.

P.S.: Even after knowing the question paper, I used to read the entire syllabus because I feared that the question paper might get changed. Few extra revisions on the leaked questions and then normal reading of the entire syllabus... Being ethical in doing illegal activities...

Shameless Self Promotion

2010-04-12T10:48:00.000-07:00

I was at the Indiblogger meet yesterday and one tweet with indihyd as hashtag has made me write this article.
The tweet goes like this:

lots of shameless self promotion here .. #indihyd…

This tweet is not about the indiblogger or the Univercell. It's about the bloggers who attended the meet. Why I am sure about it is because the person who tweeted is actually a core indi team member.

Yeah.. there was a lot of shameless self promotion that happened in the meet.

Everybody knows that the event is sponsored by Univercell. Even then, why it should print it's company logo on the t-shirt? Why should the quizzer start praising the Univercell at the meet? If what bloggers talked about themselves in 30 seconds fame is a shameless self promotion, then what Indiblogger and Univercell have been doing all the way is also a shameless self promotion.

All the human beings in this world want to get themselves recognised by other fellow human beings. If people doesn't do anything for women, wine and wealth.. they probably will do for name.And, it's not a weird phenomenon.

After all, the title says "30 seconds FAME".. how can they become famous even without telling people their URLs? And the very fact they attended the meeting is just to exchange their blogs and get to know each other. "Please visit my blog" .. I don't think its a shameless self promotion. After all, why do you need to tell them about your blog if you don't want them to visit it?

P.S.: This article is just my opinion about the tweet. I'm not at all blaming indiblogger or Univercell.. Both of these organizations have done a fantastic job to organize the event.

Indiblogger Meet In Hyderabad ...

2010-04-11T09:45:00.000-07:00

1.45 PM : I called Jagan to ask him whether he attends the meet or not. He said he would be coming. That's a good news because I've never seen him though I've been talking with him online for about 3 years.

2.10 PM: I met Jagan at Maitrivanam and headed to Fortune Select Manohar Hotel.

2.20 PM: At the Indibloggers meet. Sunil already reached the venue. We went inside the hall and there were only few people out there. I was surprised but then somebody told me that we are Indians and hence we do not come on time. The programme got delayed for about 10-15 minutes.

From 2.40 PM to 6 PM, lots of things happened at the meet.

These are the things that are worth mentioning here:

1. The Hitler's Video: I don't know how much time it took for the Indiblogger core team to make this video. But, the video is awesome. Guess, they can try their luck in dubbing movies.

2. 30 seconds fame: I still can't understand why it was named 30 seconds. Even if they name it as 19 seconds fame, that wouldn't even matter much. Coz, people talked till they ran out of ideas. Of course, most of the people are brief in their introduction. Surprised to see many intellectual minds in the meet. I felt like that was not a place for dumbos like me.

3. Live & Let Comment: It was the most interesting event. I met many bloggers during this activity. Got some nice comments. I felt like the time given to this activity is not sufficient.

4. The Quiz: The questions looked to be very complex and the answers were simple. Good attempt by the organisers.

5. Food : Not adequate ;) ... No offense, Indiblogger team.. I wished for a non-vegetarian lunch... You should have convinced Univercell people on that...

6. T-Shirts : I liked the design a lot... and the line...

We Blog... Therefore We Are...

If the Univercell logo weren't there on the shirt, it'd have been an awesome t-shirt.

On a whole, I liked it very much. Nice to meet people like Deepthi, Vineet, Aditya, Munaf, anicode, Ishwarya, Kushal, Biraj and others...

Final words: It's my first blogger meet and it was fantastic...

And, before ending up the post, a question to the people : Why can't we have a meet like this( not in a conference hall though) on a monthly or bi-monthly or tri-monthly basis?