I strongly believe that Kapil Sibal is laying too much focus on IITs and IIMs.It is time we realize the IIT/IIM students: NON-IIT/IIM students ratio and decide which category requires more concentration.I also hope this chaos to end soon, thereby triggering some immediate attention and action towards rural education.

I am in need of 100000$ !!!!

Rakhi ka swayamwar, Sach ka samna, is jungle se mujhe bachao are the now the ruling programs which took the front seat pushing behind the Saas-Bahu serials.Despite their popularity, these shows take us to a point where the right to view channels and programs of our choice are questioned, moral values and culture take the stride and their TRP ratings contradict the statements made by people against these reality shows.Irrespective of the number of controversies they stir, the ground reality is that there is always a large section of audience which prefers these reality shows which is more than an indication that majority of the people around us admire these programs.

Firstly, Whenever there appears to be a talk about reality shows,I have seen people talk about culture and morals, they say that the reality shows and western culture destroy our culture.Okay, now let us go back to an age where there weren’t any pubs, discos and reality shows in India.What did we have then? We had open lands and numerous roadside bars constructed with palm leaves where people drank toddy; we then had an insatiable husband who used to drink there, come home and beat his wife for money.This was a problem in each and every village then and even now.As time changed, this problem remained(though abated to some extent).On the other side, people in metropolitan cities go to pubs(not everyday, toddy bars are always full ..dawn to dusk), dance(Yes, didn’t we dance during baarats? didn’t we dance when movies starring our famous heroes were released?didn’t we dance when dead bodies of our people were being taken through the mainroad?).I don’t see any culture being destroyed, when we already had enough problems in the well respected and famous Indian culture.It is just the approach to the already practices which has changed.

Secondly, people accepted soaps inspite of their horrible double games, strategies to emotional defeat, torture and kill each other.Nobody commented about culture and morals then, and above all these were a hit in each and every household of this country.Will this account to the fact that all those dramas shown have been openly accepted as our culture?

In the end, we all know the ultimate motive behind the show Rakhi ka swayamwar.Without considering TRP, money and fame the swayamwar would have never gone public, if at all rakhi is too serious in deciding her life partner.If swayamwar was not part of our culture, then epics would have been burnt already. Then where does the problem of culture come into picture.We display our marriages in front of all our relatives, somehow if rakhi is honest then why isn’t it accepted that rakhi has decided to display her marriage in front of a much bigger crowd.Either ways going public has always remained.

I firmly believe that we have much bigger problems to deal with, and we should let people enjoy channels and programs of their choice.It is high time that we realize the suppression of our feelings and emotions which we always had given the invisible pressure our society and culture had upon us.

And now it is the turn of Lady Gaga’s-Poker face and Kanye West’s-Love lockdown to play in an infinite loop.I regret for being a bite late in this discovery…got too much indulged in telugu music…these days..

Poker face

Love Lockdown

I feel like climbing the roof of the newly constructed ICICI headquarters, stand on the corner, tear my shirt, shout, face the rain and sing…If I can’t do it…let Akon do it for me

It’s been so long,
that I haven’t seen your face,
I’m trying to be strong,
but the strength I have is washing away.
it won’t be long,
before I get you by my side,
and just hold you, tease you, squeeze you, tell you what’s been on my mind.

I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,

Girl I know, mistakes were made between us two,
and we showed,
ourselves that night, even said somethings weren’t true,
why’d you go?
and haven’t seen my girl since then,
why can’t it be the way it was,
cause you were my Homie, lover, and friend…

I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,

I can’t lie, [miss you much]
watching everyday that goes by, [ I miss you much ]
till I get you back I’m gon’ try, [ yes I miss you much ]
cuz you are the apple of my eye, [ girl I miss you much ]
I can’t lie, [ I miss you much ]
watching everyday that goes by, [ I miss you much ]
till I get you back I’m gon’ try, [ yes I miss you much ]
cuz you are the apple of my eye. [ girl I miss you much ]

I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,

I want you to fly with me, [ want you to fly ]
I miss how you lie with me, [ miss how you lie ]
just wish you could dine with me, [ wish you could dine with me ]
the one that’ll grind with me, [ said the one that will grind with me ]
I want you to fly with me, [ want you to fly ]
I miss how you lie with me, [ ohh miss how you lie ]
just wish you could dine with me, [ wish you could dine ]
the one that’ll grind with me. [ ohh the one that'll grind]…

[Chorus]
I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
I wanna make up right now na na,
wish we never broke up right now na na,
we need to link up right now na na,

The following post, except the last two paragraphs, was written on October 19^th, 2007.A lengthy post, and you might get bored half-way through. So, read at your own risk:

Those middle class dreams in which you dream about buying a camera phone, Reebok shoes worth 2500,a fast track watch worth 1300,and getting bike’s petrol tank filled to its maximum capacity will no more remain a distant dream once you have received your first ever Job Offer Letter of your life. It is more than an assurance – in fact a gateway to your much bigger dreams. At that moment you will not ponder over why you have chosen IT when you wanted to fly high in those distant clouds, all you think about are those quick bucks you make, lavish buildings, Cubicles, Tie,Big brand company, your uncles and Aunts who look up to you with their hands on their wards heads, and those weekend holidays and parties which you had never experienced before. Your emotions get aggravated when you first realize that your first day at office is going to be at one of the most adored campuses in the entire world.

With few newly bought shirts and trousers you step inside the campus. As soon as you enter, you see buildings which reflect the brand value of your company, and which can only be seen by the rest of the world through the eyes of the media. Lush green lawns, spherical Multiplex, Neat and clear roads, Star rooms, a dominos corner, coffee day, shopping mall, books corner, one of its kind library, the training centre which is no less than a huge gigantic building with roman architecture, trillions of cycles and umbrellas-all welcome you!!!

The next moment when you stand there looking at all of them, you are disturbed by a person who starts off calling you “Sir”, and you feel “SIR? Did someone just call me sir? Nobody ever did that before. Not even the guy at the petrol bunk whom I use to give 50 bucks to put some petrol into the tank of my Maruti, 800”.With a smile he hands over to you the room keys, and wishes you good luck. You hurry up, you run towards your room holding up your suitcase not realizing that the suitcase shop owner in Abids had cheated you and handed over to you a suitcase with very cheap quality. You only have 5 minutes before the suitcase explodes and you remain embarrassed in front of the whole crowd who remain to be your colleagues for the next few months. You enter your room with reflecting floor, A/C, TV, telephone, electronic safe, wonderful bathroom you’ll never want to leave. At that moment there is only one thing which comes to your mindà “WOW!!!”.

Soon, you start your work…you get engrossed so much that as time passes the unexpected happens. Things you never wanted happen, and you’ll find yourself in a situation which you cannot resolve or come out of. As Ramalinga Raju rightly said,”It is like riding tiger.You will not know how to get down without being eaten”.

4 Months later…

You will reach your desk, with the black coffee cup which has the company’s name neatly printed on it.Your coffee is hot, so much hot that you will decide to go through your emails so that you’ll give the coffee sometime to cool down. You will have only one unread email. In fact, a meeting request from the HR; A request which has no subject to let you know what the meeting is all about, a request which doesn’t even have a body but only the time and place of the meeting.”Meeting at 9:30 A.M? Now?…I just came in, and the meeting is now?” you will be left with an element of surprise and 101 doubts.Soon you rush to the meeting room to only see girls crying and boys facing their heads down.You won’t need a phD then to realize what the meeting is all about.You will know what the subject and the body of the meeting request should have contained.

A female who welcomed you on the first day at office comes up to you and leads you to the admin room. The next moment, you’ll stand in a line second only to a person who will be asked to hand over his ID Card and leave the room. You’ll know what you have to do next…but what you will not notice is the brutal act. An act which will leave you astonished and speechless. Obviously, after all your ID Card is cut into two pieces in front of you. Even before this brutal act is completed the HR asks you to fill up and sign a form which has the content already printed on it.

“I hereby submit my resignation to pursue my other interests”

“Pursue other interests?”.Both the HR and you will know that you don’t have any other interests, and the statement is false.But,you will not have a choice to choose. You will not know what those interests are…You will feel like shouting at them…so brutal…so stupid…they talk about ethics, values and what not? Where did the ethics go? Trust me. Those people speak about values and ethics in interviews, but they hardly follow what they speak.

You will collect the offer letter and walk back to your room, and soon you’ll realize that you have only four hours to get out of the campus.One big thud!!!!

Your heart becomes so heavy that things go blank, you’ll not realize where you are, who is beside you, and what to do.You’ll rush back to the HR room to beg them to reconsider, but within no time you’ll know that it is too late.You will even try to explain them that you don’t have time to book your ticket..but there will be hardly anyone to listen.After all, it doesn’t matter what happens to you…you leave and there will 100 more available for your place.This is India, you are always on the receiving end of the society…the driving seat is never yours.

After 50 minutes of heated and emotional discussion, you’ll be given a two day respite to book your ticket and leave the ticket.You will also be informed that you have “3 days time from now”.

You’ll walk back then with those three days and your exit letter.With a heavy thud in your heart you’ll open your room door, and fall flat on your bed.After the first tear drops on to your pillow, you’ll rush back to the door, bang it with your firsts and will drag yourself crying till you reach the bottom of the door.After 35 minutes, you lie flat on your bed with a bulged face and a red nose.

2 Days later…

You won’t feel like going out of your room, have your breakfast, lunch or dinner.For two days, you’ll only survive on 8 cups of coffee and nothing else.You will also have 48 missed calls, which you never wanted to attend for the past two days.And then your door bell rings, even without your permission 6 people will rush in..Shiva, Arjun,Srikanth,Vasu,Yaseen, SGT. With no smile on his face, SGT will handover the 800/- worth ticket. Shiva will be intelligent enough to realize that you haven’t eaten anything  for long, and decides to take you out for lunch along with others. He even plans to complete things before you’ll take the 4 P.M bus, and then another thud. You will almost forget that you had to leave today and it is your last day. The rest of the boys will help you in packing the things…after all who can wait and see you while you stare at the floor crying? .Without breakfast, lunch or dinner for the past two days… lifting your own weight becomes a herculean task. Don’t worry!!! Your friends might have already called the Golf Cart by then.Huh!!!

While you go ahead to board the cart, you will hear someone say,”Excuse me?”.Yes, by then you might have already recognized that he is your block’s security guard, and why doesn’t he refer to you as “Sir”?. He won’t, why will he? You don’t have that card hung to your belt. Unwilling to reply, you’ll turn towards him, and by then you would also know what he would be asking.Slowly you would remove your exit letter, to only show him that you are still eligible to stay in this campus for another 3 hours.With a heavy sigh, he gives you a fatherly and “I am so sorry” look.But, he’ll never again call you “Sir”. Realizing the same, you’ll feel like crushing the exit letter, but it is not just your survival pass inside the campus but also you exit pass, without which you are no less than a terrorist for those fellas who talk about ethics, values throughout the day…but you’ll never and ever get the golden change to see them walk the talk.

After a 2 hour meal at the “GUFFA”, you’ll remove your wallet to pool in your share of money as you always did.But your friends will stop you to only make a statement with two words….”Not today !”.You roll back the money as soon as you feel alienated. You aren’t one among those anymore…

18 hours later…

You wake up in your house…will brush your teeth, take a bath..and sit on the sofa. There…at that moment you will hardly have any idea what to do…where to go…and how to go about things.Your brain just goes blank…

For the next 4 months…

You’ll gather some courage…prepare your resume, gather all your contacts, and work out all the options…The following things happen while you are in a state of depression:

1)      Forward your resume to the same company.When you look back to check the count, you’ll figure out that you have forwared your resume 39 times, and you haven’t received a call back.

2)      Get ready to leave the country, just in case you emerge as a loser.You will need refuge.

3)      Speak to your friends whose uncles,aunts, friends, friend’s husband,friend’s wife, cousins work in some noteworthy position, and forward your resume to them.

4)      Your first interview call will be from a company in Ameerpet.You go there, to figure out that nobody in ameerpet knows the company, and you’ll have a tough time finding it.You’ll call back to that company to enquire about the address.And for sure, you’ll make the call standing right in front of the company,which doesn’t look like an office but like any other apartment in your country.You’ll reach the top floor and then you’ll figure out that the company has recently received a single project which requires 5 members who are going to sit in the hall of the flat which also has 2 bedrooms, kitchen,dining hall,two attached bathrooms.The so called servers are adjusted in the kitchen, and the company headoffice will be one corner of the room.People would be interviewed in the dining hall.5 positions, and there will be 124 members to competing with you.Unwillingly, you’ll sit for the aptitude test while your friend refuses to do so.You’ll answer all the questions…Infact, all the questions…and then while you sit in a nearby cafe to take a break after the exam, you’ll never attend the phone call(Yes, you have cleared the aptitude test..and it is time for your interview in the dining hall) from that company lying in 5^th floor of an apartment without a lift.

5)      You will not attend any phone calls, go to any gatherings, marriages, functions for there would be only question-> “What are you doing now?”.What will you say?.Even though you feel like saying,”Oh, me? I am just waiting here to hump your daughter in front of you”.You just can’t say it? Isn’t it? After all, it is only a marketing strategy of parents who have studious or intelligent children. The funda goes like this

“Their children study in IITs, BITS, NITS.Work in multi-national companies…with fat packages.But, all this would go waste unless and until other in their social circle won’t really know about it.So these parents have two chances, one wait for a chance for someone to ask what their childrens are doing currently or go to others and start enquiring what their wards are doing..the reply is always followed by an answer and a question..”my child is doing this…what is your child doing?”Gone …you will give them the best chance to market their children..and they’ll start right from the moment their child came out of the womb till date”

6)      You and your friend will forward your resumes to a person who is an uncle of the same friend who forwarded his resume along with your’s.Uncle works in a company in which there is high probability for you getting in.Unfortunately, your resume never even reaches the company HR, but by then your friend will already get a job.

After all this hulla-bulla.One day, you’ll get interviewed by the World’s Largest Private Wealth Management Bank, you go through 6-7 interviews before you get a call from the company HR..saying..”Sri,you are in”.Off with wet eyes, you will rush to celebrate.But, boss…you don’t have a job now, all you’ll have in your pocket is Rs.23/- you had borrowed from your Mother the day before.Enough for a jobless candidate.Isn’t it? Enough for you to have Veg-Noodles at a road side restaurant in Ashok Nagar.You’ll want to eat chicken noodles, but it costs 25/-.You’ll not have those 2/- nor you’ll feel like asking your Mom.But those veg noodles will turn out to be delicious for sure, you will relish the taste as soon as it clears the lump in your throat.

15 months later….

You’ll sit with your laptop, and a coke bottle beside you writing all your experiences for your blog when CNBC declares that the share price of the first company you have worked in has dropped, and then with a sarcastic smile you’ll say…”WOW!”.

Meanwhile, your phone rings…and the person on the other side says…”Sir, Cab aagaya”.

“Boss…wake up.Someone just called you….SIR!!!”

As a result of my journey to warangal from hyderabad, I killed four butterflies today.Few remains of those dead butterflies are still lying in the following areas.The respective family members can come and collect them:

1) On the right indicator of my bike.

2) On the zip of my jacket.

3) Glass cover of my helmet.

4) Front Tyre.

My deep condolences to whomsover it may concern.

Can anyone explain me what seheri is all about? If you haven’t heard it before, listen to the song “Seheri” from the movie “OY”, and I’m sure you’ll love this song.Hahaha..the hero explaining the best way to live a happy life.The same is the case with the female lead.Wonderful song I should say.But When I googled it, I just couldn’t find the meaning of the word “Seheri”.Instead I found the below explanation in Wikipedia:

“Suhoor (Arabic: سحور lit. of the dawn‎), also called Sehri, Sahari and Sahur in other languages, is an Islamic term referring to the meal consumed early in the morning by Muslims before fasting, sawm, in daylight hours during the Islamic month of Ramadan. The meal is eaten before the sun rises, and before the fajr or dawn prayer. Suhoor as the morning meal is matched by Iftar as the evening meal, during Ramadan, replacing the traditional three meals a day (breakfast, lunch and dinner), although in some places dinner is also consumed after Iftar later during the night. Being the only meal eaten by Muslims from dawn to sunset during the month of Ramadan, Suhoor typically tends to be heavy and is highly regarded by Islamic traditions to avoid crankiness or weakness caused by the fast. People have said not to not go right back to sleep after suhoor. Pray the morning prayer fajr”.

I don’t think a hero would be singing and performing few basic Hip Hop Steps about a meal and that too in Australia…It must be something else.So what is seheri?

Below are the lyrics of the song I’ve been starting my day with for the past 2 weeks :

Appudeppudo jarigina kathalu, Ippudippude jaragani kalalu
Eppudaina ee pani leni Aalochana dandage kada
Unnadokate nadiche samayam, Daanithone nuvu chesy payanam
Maru nimisham ledantu life a gadipey merupula
Ghala ghala maneti Nadi, Ikanaina aagena adi, Manasuku kattoddu gadi, unna haddulanni daatukelthe panduge mari
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi, hey!!
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi!!

I am switching lanes, understanding that love’s a pain
you cant went to top then we pop, champagne
she’s sent to probe this hold that click or roll that click
but don’t be sick with a frozen grips, stand by that to hold my hand

With drums:
frozen by the city light, happy to give the pain for up
marriage is the wrestle game nobody could break this up
i wanna go relax in a saggy hut, feels like little more in a relaxing spot
but thinking stop thinking, till i get my mind of the damn hood

Ennooo malupulu kalisina jeevithame, cherithai veligipovaalante, telusukove
Vese prathi adugu padanee alochanathoo, gamyamedo thelisi, saagipove
Repatikai kalalu kantu, kalalanni nijam chesthu, Aase nee swasa aythe, Raathe maaripodaaaa…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi, hey!!
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi!!

Anthuleni O andam undi, Andukomane lokam andi, Andukosame chebutunna raaji padadam maanuko!
Kanulaku nachindi chusey!
Manasuku thochindi chesey!
Adigithe ee maata cheppey Navvutundagaane Paiki pothe swargame ani
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi, hey!!
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Sehereeee…
Are chinnadi zindagi!!

It is 12 in the night, and I cannot have a perfect time to write about death.I will keep this post short as the purpose of this post is only revealed in the end.

So, as far as my knowledge about deaths is concerned.Deaths are classified as follows:

1) Death in old age:- A true retirement I say.You don’t remain a burden anymore…You’ll get rid of wheel chair, liquid food, well planned healthy meal, short term excercises, flies all around your face and body,traces of teeth,remains of white hair…and above all fried and frowned faces of your sons in law and daughters in law…If your are too unfortunate…Yes, faces of your sons and daughters too!!!

2) Death for a girl/boy:- Something I never understood.Yes, failing in love is painful-agreed!!!! But, what happens if you die? Will your pain reduce? You’ll only spread pain to your family, friends and everyone who knows you and don’t hate you.The person you love will marry a stud…with all the qualities: looks,money,caste and what not!!!…You shall only remain as a loser.I tell you…try for your girl or boy as much as you can…till the end..till the time he/she gets married to someone else..and after that…try reaching a position..,the only pinnacle of success and happiness..an achievement…which should make the girl/boy feel that….”Abbba, I shouldn’t have rejected his/her proposal.Damn..”..There ..there…and only there….lies your victory..;)…

3) Accidental death:- A meaningless death, something which is not at all useful.You will not even have a second to realise that you have died….The person responsible for ur death will not know why he/she killed you, people who know you get nothing from your death and above all you don’t want to die with your body parts exposed to everyone else around in the middle of a road.Shame shame, puppy shame types.Isn’t it? Don’t know abt u, but I seriously don’t want this one…Before dying, we shoud make sure that she shouldn’t die in the middle of a road.Roads aren’t that clear these days…and I am very specific about my hygiene these days…I want a hygienic death.

4) Death as a resultant of a disease: I say…No…Please no…you give me unlimited amounts of money, hottest girls on the planet, or give me whatever you can …but I shall never accept this one.This death gives you a fixed amount of time before your die…The disease tells you that you have X number of days to die..your friends and family will know about it..and ladies and gentlemen…your friends and family will even mourn or will atleast practise it in front of you..The hospital and doctors will have enough time to extort by providing a false hope(a hopeless hope boss, seriously)…avasarama? naakayithe vadhu ra bai

5) The dream death: This is what i call the dream death..Read on…

I was my usual self today while watching TV and as usual started changing the channels at the rate of 2 channels per sec.I stopped at NDTV and luckily came across the below statement.A statement made by an Indian Soldier with his family members.:

“Indian flag always remains high, even if I come home wrapped in it”

Wow, now that is what I call a death.A death for which I shall pay a fortune…A death I die for…I shall not be jealous of you, if you take away my girl…But, there is a high probability that you might face my wrath…If you die this way, and I die..in anyone of the above mentioned ways…:)

What do you call a guy who stayed in mysore for 4 months and had never been to mysore palace?

Ans: Sriwidu