One more adventure into Western Ghats...!!!

I was sitting in my friends room watching Indians thrashing Aussies when a call ringed up and Anil was on the other side who put forward a plan for a two day trip to Ghatikallu (check out official site) and then as always I was tempted to say yes and this time I had my own dough (money) to go by. So the instant reply was that I am ready. Let’s rock and roll. So the trip started with three of us (me,Thangi  and Daddy) seated in Paulo(Volvo) bus from Chennai to Bangalore with old classic hindi songs and oye Lucky oye movie, two pretties and a foreign tourist pair to watch along the way. We reached in there by 8:30 on Friday night and then met Naach after a long time who as always was hilarious kept passing the minuscule of time. Later JD (jaydeep) joined in who was equally funny and then Rakshith, Shreyas and Pranav with one full case Knockout Premiums (12 bottles) in their hand. We already had shopped 2000ml of director’s special black to keep us trippy though I escaped with a quarter of Romanov. Anyway later we hopped on to red bus of KSRTC to tumkur which was two hours late in its departure time which we made fun of along the way to Tumkur.

After reaching Tumkur, we had a long walk to reach Daddy’s (Hemanth) home and then took rest for a while and then left there with Innova to carry us to our destination. Daddy as the pride owner of it took the driver seat and I took a corner seat and Naach didn’t get a seat (pity him). So we left to Ghatikallu in this fashion. I don’t know about the journey since I was sleeping all the way, we reached there by almost 9:30am on the Saturday morning with a few stops here and there for fagging.Along with Daddy, Shreyas also took turns in driving us along the way.

Soon we were given a cottage which protruded from the plain ground in a coffee estate into the wide open panorama of the western ghats. We took rest for a while there and then left to have breakfast where we were accompanied by another team who were from Goldman sacks. One mad guy in their team was barking that he would bet his salary stating India would lose World cup which pissed us off especially JD who waited for a chance to break a bottle on his head all through the two day stay there. There were also some corporate chicks with minis in their team which created nausea in me. Anyway that’s me. So we left after breakfast to a falls in a 4x4 cruiser (jeep) which is within the estate which is no doubt remote and free from Homo-Sapiens invasion. Sadly everyone knew swimming except me and I am inherently very frightened of water because of some reasons. Anyway so I was screwed and others were restless enough to wear the life jackets and then jump into the waters (even I went into it eventually). They surely had a blast there and I felt like thrashing myself for not knowing swimming. So everyone except me were fearless to mount on the uphill side-by and jump into the water daringly with different diving style each time captured with finesse by the organizer itself Sandesh Ignatius.

        After the diving extravaganza, we came back to home-stay to have a sumptuous meal and then took rest. In the evening, we were again taken to another spot which was magnificently beautiful. We were taken there for the sun set view. I simply can’t bring the feeling in words; it was one awesome place to go. We stayed there until the orange paiyyan (Sun) to disappear and then left in the dark to the home-stay again. 

  



             All was set for the party, loud music, loads of ethyl alcohol and trippers to gulp it down. It turned out to be quite different than what happened every time. No loud music and no funny tripping this time. Naach went senty and JD was all silent, Anil and Shreyas secluded from us were busy in their Floydism, Later Pranav picked up and as usual brought out colgate smiles in us.

   
   
        Next day, We were about to leave for trekking in the morning but as all of us slept very late with sleeping drink inside, nobody woke up early, Even though Shreyas kept pestering us all throughout the early morning, Naach and Pranav begged us to allow them sleep, so we left to the top again in the 4x4 cruiser by 10 o’clock through the estate and only 4x4 drive could go into such up-hill roads and somehow we reached the spot. There was one more WOW after reaching the spot. We also got to know the legend of the spot. The secret cave lurking in the rocky hill of Ghatikallu. We cursed ourselves for not waking up early. I still feel the trip was definitely incomplete without watching the fort and the top spot. Anyway, we have Sandesh whom we can always contact and have one more adventure. We then left the place to have lunch back in home-stay and while leaving, we had this gentle rain and the smell of soil was pleasing enough. So we left to Tumkur and JD suddenly went hyperactive and took the responsibility of keeping us entertained all through the journey and we had a puncture also in the way just to add some spice into the journey. It was race against time since we had to catch the train in the night to Chennai and somehow we were able to win the race with Daddy’s Dad’s help. We also had a small meeting with the birthday boy Poki in the railway station and then again we ran to catch the train. Funny thing was train left half an hour late that day. So this is how two days went by and filled some rejuvenation in the dried up souls of Ours.…!!

(SKD, Thangi (photographer), Daddy (driver), Shreyas (with an unique mother tongue accent and also alchohol expert), JD (self proclaimed politician), Rakshith (camera owner but no photographer), Naach (chaplin inheritance) and Expression maniac Pranav)

Intelligent Illusions..(contd)...!!!

             Hello again, Well, After all that perception of time and the good reviews I got from you guys, It is no wonder that it propels me to go further, bring out more of my thoughts after all I am just leaving them to be played by some electrons of silicon in some flip-flop of some chip in the mighty binary world out there. So let’s get on with it, this time, let us see what is the other sensational thing that bewilders us all the time. There are two things that have always fascinated me, Time and Light. I said about time and now let’s see Light.

               
                What is Light? What is darkness? Is there a thing called darkness or is it just an absence of Light? Is it only the light which brings luminescence? We feel it because light brings luminescence to us but is it the same for the entire living beings of universe? Definately not. We humans are receptive to light. We see what light shows us. But in physics, it is just a radiation with a certain frequency in the electromagnetic spectrum for which we are sensitive. May be other living beings in this earth or may be in some other planet may not be sensitive to light, they might be sensitive to x-rays or some other ray for that matter. It gets murkier the more I say about it.

         
             Let us see somewhere else now, Have you guys ever thought about the light travelling in the cosmos with certain speed and then it reaches us and we see the things around us. It takes 8 minutes for the light to reach from sun to earth. But does that mean we are seeing an 8 minutes older sun when it reaches our eyes? Does light carry time also with it? I mean to say if it is taking 8 minutes to travel from there to here? Is it just bringing the bringing the luminescence or the photograph of the present sun or the eight minute older one? The best definition for the light so far is that they are just packets of energy. But is that definition satisfactory enough? Let us try to discuss both the possibilities. First, Let us assume it is bringing the photograph of an 8 minutes older one that means all the stars which are from the other galaxies which we see in the night might be existing today or not because we are seeing a million year older stars, Isn’t it?

             
                 Well let us consider the other possibility too, may be it has taken so much time to come here but once it has reached our eye, it will bring luminescence of the present time there. Is it? Is Light the tunnel or the window to see that distant object? If it is true, then it feels to me that it is false too because let us assume it is tunnel which once reaches our eye will let us look at the present state of the star. Let’s for example assume some change happens there then that change can only be seen after a million years because that particular light needs a millions years to come from there to here? Isn’t it mind freaking if you think like this? To be honest, it freaks me out too.

                  After having a deep thought on this, My conclusion is that light carries time with it and we cant see what is happening now unless we wait for that time to reach us.

               
                  One more thing to say about light (a bit philosophical one), we human beings are the only creatures on this planet being privileged with the sight which no other creature has. That is only humans can see this colorful world. It is a different world for each creature here. For cows, it is only black and white and shades of these, For snakes it is infrared vision, For hyenas it is dim colors all together. So be gracious to God for allowing us see the world in all these vibrant colors we can see. Be gracious to be human and enjoy the Colorful world in the right way. There you go guys, Now it’s your job to give reviews on this blog so that I can write one more blog something like this or something else…!!!

Intelligent Illusions...!!!

I have been thinking of lately about what would be my next blog after all those school memories I had to share with you guys. Of course I still have a lot to share about the next part of my life in Dharwad and then in Bangalore. Anyway Lets have a break from the usual storytelling and let’s see something else, which would slightly give a jerk from the usual day to day normal life. I am calling this blog as Intelligent Illusions because they are intelligent considering the day to day normal life and illusions because I am not sure of what I am saying as usual the bifacial symphony is being played here too.

Now, let’s think of the TIME for a while. What do we generally feel about time? Is it an entity? Does it have a physical existence? Or does it have anything to do with the objects which have mass? We even didn’t know it is one more dimension until the “integral of our minds” Albert showed us the way. So let us answer questions one by one. I feel nothing about time because it doesn’t make me feel or is that so? Lets us take that part in a while. Now second one, is it an entity? Yes it is. It has been proved satisfactorily that it is an entity. Does it have a physical existence? Hmmm that is difficult to answer because it has existence but not physically. Then in what way does it exist? Hmmm honestly I don’t know. And does it have anything to do with objects of mass? Definitely yes. But how? It doesn’t have physical existence but it has a way of interacting with physical objects. How is that possible? Let us leave that question to scientists.

You guys might be wondering already that I am going to write some hi-fi stuff about Albert’s Relativity and space-time theory. Hmmm I am tempted to write but NO. Let us keep it for one more blog. Then what am I writing here if it not relativity? Of course it is relativity, but rather in my own way of looking at it. It says something about physics, common sense and some chemical reactions of my nerve cells which brought out these thoughts.

                So we all know that Einstein’s theory explains time is relative to the mass and gravitational pull of the objects in the cosmos and basically time gets bent in the space anyway let us not go into it. Let us imagine we are all common house flies now. Now time is six times slower than what we would have felt if we were humans and again let us imagine we are all turtles for now and again we feel time is moving three times faster than what we would have felt as humans. In simple words, time is percepted by different species in different ways. We as humans can only perceive at the least one by third of a second or so. Basically, that is the unit of time for us (humans).But for Flies it is much smaller unit and for turtles the unit is much bigger. That means all the organisms are living in their different time zones or we can say we are living different relative worlds within this same planet just because our perceptions of time is different. If this is so, then what is absolute time? Or is time altogether a relative entity? Now let us try to explain what is meant this relative entity….Let’s think of our life time which is about 70 years or so. We generally are able to feel the years went past in our life time. So it is 70 years for us. But for a house-fly it is 30 days but it is relative to our perception of time. But how much time it might be for a house fly? How much time they might have felt in their life time? Hmmm let’s leave that question to house flies itself. In the same way turtles live up to 200 years but it is again relative to our perception of time. What time they might have felt to have gone past in their life time is related to their basic perceptionary unit of time.

                In simple words, we are living in different worlds in this very same world. Time is playing different games in each of our lives and no wonder it is like living illusions in the absoluteness. Probably this is what Albert meant when he said it feels like an hour when we sit on hot pan for 2 minutes and it feels like a minute even though we talk for an hour with a pretty girl. It is all related with our perceptions of time. So if we guys can somehow find a way to increase or decrease our perceptionary senses then we might observe a different world each time or in other words probably we can start travelling through time.

                Now that’s an immature statement I made there. Anyway this is also a way of looking at our lives and alongside this; I have couple of other intriguing rather mind freaking thoughts which I would post based on the reviews of this blog. This is also a tribute to Albert on his birthday from one of his all time fans – Shashank.K.D.      

My Heart, My Soul

My Heart, My soul

  

I sit on the rail here

Gaze over the distant winds,

Sailing with the raising waves

Of these melodramatic blue waters.

I wonder what love is,

I wonder what life is,

Synonyms, they are

Flip-flopping all the time.

I smile as you smile

I laugh as you laugh

I feel as you feel

I dream as you dream

You fill my emptiness

You bring in smile

You bring in tears

You bring in life.

I wait for you,

For my day is

No day without you

For my life is

No life without you.

I wait for that time

When you enter this kingdom

And rule it

The way, you want to.

I see you everywhere

As love is in air

Breathing life in and out.

My ether of life.

Touch my skin as

It yearns to breathe

Touch my heart as

It yearns to live.

Touch my soul as

It is a void without you.

-        Shashank K.D(14-02-2011)

-        For those who have truly loved and lived.

My best one for the last one...!!!

This is my last blog on our school days featuring our 10^th grade memories which obviously was the one of the best ones we had till now and I am pretty much sure that it will remain the best year throughout our life.  As always, a bit of recap, till now I flushed out all that was in my electric nerve impulses which were dying to reach out you guys which had all those moments till 9^th grade.  Of course those impulses were of my origin that means I wrote whatever I wanted to write and no doubt I miss what you guys want to express about all those days. We have discussed this all through our life but still it longs for it again and again. Leaving all those behind, We shall step into the last stage of our school life. The final step before we step into our teenage days I mean college days. The final step before we are left into this open world.

After two months of long holidays, we had to go back and start living this school life again. As always it took a few days to settle in. We had our own thoughts about the last year. Everyone was sad since this was the last year and was kind of worried or concerned about the board exams. But let me take this as a screenplay oriented memory trail back.

First day, I entered the premises with a sense of pride inside as we were the seniors for the school now. I watched over the L building with our class being L’ed out at the end of it. Both the sections were side by side at the end of the ground floor beside principal’s cabin. Again I took my place in the last bench alongside my as usual bench mates. Anand, Wasim, Sanjay and me. If I missed out anyone please let me know. This time again we had Mr.Rajesh to take care of us and his brother Mr.Shantesh to take care of the other section. As first few days of schooling will be spent in deciding the leaders, Mahantesh was chosen the school leader. It was chosen by the teachers itself. Shruthi was chosen among the girls. Now left with house leaders and the class leaders, I won the election and became leader of blue house and in the same way; Anand was the leader for green house and the other two houses were lead by other section guys. But interestingly all the four houses among gals had leaders from our section only if I remember correctly. Now left with class leaders, we had election for it again and I had to compete if not Mr.Joth would take up the post which our boys didn’t want to. (Apologies for joth but you know it was the case by then). Anyway, I stood for the election as far as I know every guy voted for me or that’s what they told me, But I couldn’t win the election and this time it was Sanjoth who had to monitor us. And the magic happened because of the other side who were the majority in our class. They outnumbered us by eight gals. So I was the subordinate for Sanjoth this time. In gals, they had a common consensus on Ms.Sindhu who didn’t face much of a competition and was chosen to lead gals. I don’t remember her subordinate.

And this time, most of us went ahead and joined Dani Sir’s tutorials. Most of the boys and girls from both the sections had the same idea. I also joined the same and it was very far from my home, anyway, I had my MTB to give me a morning ride every day and some of our class guys took the tuitions in vacation itself. So they had planned to utilize the year in self learning. As far as I remember we were capable of handling the concepts ourselves but you know the centric system of universe has always influenced the poor enveloping particles. In simple words, wherever gals are there, there will be the attention all the time and I don’t know about others, but I joined the tuition for same reason and there was also this fake fear of board exams and the overhead it carried on us all the time. So we used to attend tuitions in the morning and then school till 4:30. Then a bit of this and that until we sleep. Every day in school, Mr.Mahantesh was supposed to ask anyone of four house leaders from either boys or girls to go and hoist the flag. We had to go marching all the way to the flag post and hoist it. Throughout the year I did it only once. All the time, I asked my junior to do it for me. Anand had his funny march fast all the time he was asked to do it. Gals did it with all the elegance and grace they are gifted with. (exaggeration toleration required). So after the assembly meet, we went to our class. I forgot to mention we also had leaders for special committees. I was the leader for discipline committee by then. Anyway moving on, after the assembly meet, we went into our classes and then we had to do our prayers again and this time Ms.Sindhu took care of the proceedings every day. She would ask to stand first, hold our hands, close our eyes and start the prayer. Aanya(Anand) never closed his eyes and Nirya also did the same most of the times. I did it now and then, I observed most of the boys laughing while the prayer was going on and all the gals were as usual punctual and honest in their prayers especially with such a leader leading them. (Again exagerration toleration required). So after the prayers, Classes went on. Rajesh and Mr.Mutagi took care of science. Mr.Dani handled Mathematics. Shantesh took Social science. Bheemachari sir for English. Sudhakar for Kannada and Ms.Nalini for Hindi. Best of them were Hindi and English classes which never had its limit for fun. Where gals were restless to answer questions on English grammar and we used Nizam for all the occasions in each and every period which irritated gals so much that they even complained about it. But Sirs were always on our side which kept us unabated all the time. So the year went on, with all the fun and frolic, which was influenced by this last year emotions which we had inside us. Niranjan also brought the concept of oneness among the boys which has remained till now.

Again this year, I got recognized for lot of things which includes me winning in almost every elocution competition I went to compete, I used to go on stage every alternate week. Many juniors were baffled by it and honestly this is not an exaggeration. I also represented our school in Shot-put event and was captain for school Kabaddi team again. Sadly we didn’t win in kabaddi. But I was able to represent our school in district level in shot-put and I was the only single event winner in the taluk level from our school in boy’s side which also gives me a sense of pride.

So keeping aside such competitions, Let us come back to my one sided crush stories, as I have mentioned in my previous blogs. My usual crush continued in this year also, but already the intensity started to fade off since there was a no response situation going on from 4 years. So it was almost no crush situation in between until one day something else happened. Now let us jump into our tuition premises. Me standing by the side of a tree with something going on in this complex nerve cell mechanism of so called brain. In simple words, I was involved in some thought by the side of a tree and then suddenly something happened inside due to something which will be told now. I was just looking by and then there was this gal with a silky crimson white frock and a book embraced with folded hands walking with magnificent elegance and a hint of humbleness just to add the spice for the recipe with her head slightly bent down giving the look of a typical Indian most sought decent type. Man, this feels something new and feels a lot better than the usual dormant feelings I had for my old one and this is when I had my third fall into this jargon, I mean she became my third crush over all and my second in Koppal with a couple of infatuations here and there on other beauties. So my concentration was now on this gal, no one knew about this by then, so it went on inside here with its own explanations and inferences on every single hint of involvement from the other side. Honestly it is just an illusion all one-siders develop for themselves which is obviously silly enough if you look on a neutral point of view. But one-siders have their own brilliant vivid splendor inside them going on which their crushes will never get to know. So the same vividness was going on here also.

Now let us come back to school, moving on in the year, Independence day came and Nirya and some others had an idea of donating something from our savings to the patients of govt. hospital. We went ahead and did the same. I must mention we all felt great for that. We were also pulled on the stage for the same in the assembly; we were clapped at by the entire crowd. Sadly, gals weren’t involved and they didn’t take it lightly, they blasted us for the same. They went ahead did the same for next occasion that is October 2^nd, this time they also got the same treatment but not in assembly, during some event in auditorium. But Sudhakar, our kannada teacher had other thoughts which I will not elaborate. After a few days, we had science exhibition for all primary and high school students. All were to choose something to exhibit from either science, social, computers or mathematics. I honestly didn’t have any idea what to do. So my buddies Mr.Bulla and Mr.Samad had some ideas which they posed for me. It was about Heat engines which includes engines like petrol and diesel engines!!! Engines which are used to run any automobile. We went to a mechanic to get the details and a real working abstract model which could run and rotate the wheel which was stamped on a wooden board was prepared by the experienced hand (Mr.Bulla). I got the basics cleared from the mechanic and then I applied my own theory oriented approach for the same after which I understood how does petrol or diesel 2 stroke or 4 stroke engine would work. Then I delivered the same to all the visitors who came to the school. Honestly, I made my best effort to make people understand what I understood of the concept. I even had some misconceptions which were cleared by some scholars who came by. In simple words, I was completely satisfied by the exhibition of my model in the event.

So, the results came by, and sadly our team wasn’t even chosen for consolation prize. I felt humiliated that day. I got good feedback from the crowd but how come the judge didn’t get the point. And again we had this frog of the pond approach here. I was not chosen for prize because we didn’t have a hand-made model for the exhibition. I still don’t understand how he could expect a hand-made model for a petrol engine, wouldn’t we be scientists if we could do that..!Anyway those times are gone…!And then came the last picnic we were about to have in our school days. If I remember correctly we had three buses booked this time for the trip.

It was for Koodala sangama this time. It was awesome fun as always which we have cherished all the time. I wish this part to be explained by Rahul since all the intricate details are stored in his Database. But I remember Rajesh dancing everywhere without reason. We had an event in some garden where I was asked to act like chicken and I did so for which everyone laughed. All the teachers were desperate enough to impress Vijayalaxmi teacher. Even students were in the same race. Anyway I remember girls distributing while we had food and while travelling myself and my new crush exchanged some moments of fun which I still remember. So while coming back we were shuffled again and we had to sit some other buses. While coming back we also told all the teachers about our crushes and they said mine is my old crush since nobody knew the new one. So after coming back teachers were eager enough to make references to each guy and his crush in the class. I don’t know if gals knew about this. But we had our fun in class for the same. Especially when Rahul and Vinnu were referred with their counterparts.  After which we mainly concentrated on studies, with the festival of slam books going side by.  All the gals were courteous enough to offer us to write in their slam books. We were so childish at that time that we didn’t give our slam books to them, all were waiting for someone to start the process and nobody did and till now I regret myself for not asking them to write in my slam book and I am pretty much sure every other guy have felt the same. Anyway I had this habit of checking if I am the first one to write in the slam book and I would get very happy if it turns out to be true. And the same happened with my crush gal also. I was the first one to write in her book may be from boys and I was very much happy for that and I couldn’t stop myself from filling every corner of the page I was given to write. It feels very funny if I think of it now. She might also feel the same if she reads it.

In between we had a party decided for New Year which took place in Village restaurant which was outside our town. I remember 5 of us who sat in an Excel moped to reach the restaurant. After going there, we ordered for meals, I must tell that I was a kind of extremely conscience driven person by then. Some of my friends ordered for beer. I got bewildered for that. They didn’t inform me about this before. I don’t know why I couldn’t tolerate that. I finished my meal as soon as possible and left the place alone. Since it was outside the town I couldn’t have gone back to home without taking a lift. So I went asking for a lift on a national highway and finally some north Indians were courteous enough to offer me the same in their Indica car and then I reached home somehow. This is what my friends remember about that day. But let me tell the truth, I had told my mom that I will come home within 10:30 pm. Only after I agreed for this condition, my mom allowed me to attend the party. But it was already 10:45 pm when we got our dishes ordered. I was already afraid what would happen in home. So I left the place at 11:00 pm and when I went home, my mom was so angry on me that she quarreled with dad the entire day for allowing me to attend the party. Anyway, all the guys thought otherwise and were angry on me for many days after that party.    

So days went on and our preparations started picking up pace and I myself prepared with all the dedication I could come up with and then we wrote our exams with the blessings of parents. All went well. The same reflected after the results. For the first time, Our school had 14 distinctions. Rahul the right person to be became the topper followed by Shruthi and then Niranjan. Myself and Vinay took the fourth place. Interestingly all five top scorers were from our section which I relish even now. All the teachers were very happy with the results and parents also felt the same. I got highest marks in two subjects(Science and Social Science).Rahul got a staggering 99 out of 100 in Kannada. Anyway those were the days which still live inside us. Those were the days which gave me life time friends. Those were the days which made our life worthwhile and those were the days which will be missed throughout this busy meaningless life of us. With these words I will end this blog. I feel like writing on and on but you know it has to end at some point of time. I would be very happy if you guys can shed light on the moments which I might have forgotten to mention. Other than that, Will always miss you guys…!!Thanks for reading by the way!!!

           

My Nation, My Blood...!!!

Since, we are celebrating our 62^nd republic day; we had a function in our office yesterday where only selected batches were invited to attend. We didn’t know that it was not compulsory to attend, as always we do things only when it is a compulsion, anyway we went 2 hours early and waited for about half an hour before people gathered in numbers and then we were asked to sing songs, to speak or perform anything which relates to our nation. I must tell that I was very much impressed by all the performances that happened over there. Particularly, A fellow associate named Nakul sang a song in Tamil which was wonderful and then there was my own friend Salauddin Who sang, ”Mera mulk mera desh mera watan” from DILJALE(1996). He won my heart for his singing, his feel and his song and I also saw a video today filmed by BIG cinemas for Republic day which features “By birth deaf” children’s singing National Anthem posted by my friend in facebook. I feel awesome whenever people express their love for our nation. I mentioned all these details because it is the very same reason for which I thought of writing my own feelings for my nation in my blog.

Before we celebrate freedom or anything which relates to milestone events that happened in history, we must have a clear vision on why we are doing it. Freedom which we have got from Britishers is freedom from what? Is it freedom from tyranny? Is it freedom from their political rule on us? Or is it freedom to live the way we want to live? If it is the freedom to live then I think we have enjoyed too much of freedom. My parents have always taught me that Nation is the mother of all, only she can love us even though we spit on her with no remorse. I could never understand what we did in all these years of freedom. Did we spend all these years in just understanding the freedom itself or keep neglecting everything just because there is no one to question us anymore? I feel bad whenever I see people sleeping on roads, people begging anywhere and everywhere, people with strange diseases roaming places with wide open hands. Why is this still there even after these many years of freedom? I think it is because we could never understand how to involve public life in our life. We have always felt feeling proud for the nation is just a feeling and never a responsibility. We have kept our private life so private that nothing other than our family, our money and our properties should enter in it. This is the only freedom concept,which we have learnt and understood after these many years. 

I understand why this has happened for us, I remember a famous quote which says”You can’t preach an empty stomach!”  We have created a huge imbalance in our society so that one side people are finding ways to spend their money and on the other side there are people who are finding ways to fill their stomach. What if you go and say, “our nation is great, it has great history, great tradition, great this and great that” what concern can you bring from him? This is the very same reason from which we are facing problems like Naxalism and other Terrorist threats. They create terror because they have lived in terror or they are made to believe so by all those messengers of GOD.  I don’t know if you guys have thought in this way or not but we are facing so much problems only because we can tolerate and digest all those and even smile in spite of that because the father of our nation has taken patent for the nerve impulses or adrenaline rush of us, so that we never get the guts to face anything which is not right.

Only he is the strongest man who ever lived who can stand alone and face the roaring wave of the great sea falling upon him!!!! And he is definitely not our nation’s father. They were many other Herculean’s and Spartan's who fought for us and faced the wave of those moderates and white asses.(pardon my tone)I salute with all my gratitude and respect to such men who thought there is no life without the love for this soil.

I was brought up in a middle class family, again where we fought to fill our stomach as most of other Indians are fighting for. I don’t know with whom we are fighting because I still don’t think those upper class bureaucrats and greedy fat ass politicians were never the sons of this nation who could betray their own brothers and sisters just because they wanted fat asses. I have never felt bad or have never regretted for not having plenty of money and for feeling the pain of struggling for everything in life. I feel no remorse when I travel in general class of train or in any other modes of transport or any other thing that involves common people who are feeling the same pain as I am. In fact they are the inspiration of my Endeavor to create better lives for ourselves. It is only in distress we find motivation, it is only through pain, we gain, it is only in extremities, we create a difference.

I dream of a day when there is no class differentiation in train(like general class and 1^st AC), a day when there are no Tata, Volvo and Mercedes buses to show us the difference,  a day when there are no two things like kirana stores and Air conditioned Avenues to shop the same thing, a day when there is no more high class, middle class and low class society segregation, a day when people no longer die for brands like Ferrari, BMW more than TaTa and Maruthi, a day when people of other nations regret themselves for treating us like dogs,  a day when our country is treated as a magnificent country to live in, a day when movies like Lagaan wins Oscar rather than slumdog millionaire, a day when Indians love Lata Mangeshkar, AR Rehman, etc more than Madonna, Michael Jackson, etc, a day when I really feel proud for taking birth in this soil and breathing this air. That day I say “God, you are free to take me back anytime as my job is done here”.

I have been dreaming of change all the time and will continue to do so, I never regret for doing so even though people say it is hopeless to change anything here. It is my undying addiction not to accept anything that is wrong in my conscience for that matter. If I still die with no change what so ever, I will die saying “It was worth fighting for and there has never been a greater thing in my life than me being a son of Mother India”. Saare jahan se acchha Hindu sita Hamara, Jai Hind…!!!

Adolescence at its best!!!!

             This blog brings in my first two years of high school which is a continuation of my previous blog about school days. I felt really great after reading the comments which is why I have got this undying desire of continuing my writing about school days. So after completing our primary school education we all stepped into high school, uniform change, new looks, I think this is where vinnu picked up weight anyway we had stepped  into adolescence. So it is easy to guess of what we did in this year. Before that, this year we had new perfection of imperfection class teacher Mr.Savadi.

After few days of schooling, for the first time we had voting system to choose the class leader. Each had to vote for one guy and one gal. I and my crush gal were in this list of guys who stood for election. Voting happened and then surprisingly most of you guys voted for me and her. So after Mr. Savadi started reading my name and her name every time he picked up the chit, it was like lub-dub lub-dub inside here and of course I was smiling with a hint of blush in it. Anyway she had her empty expression as always. So we were new leaders and I had my tiny rejuvenating moments in being the same until Mr.Savadi left school and few things changed after that. 

             Our class teacher was also generous enough to express his life stories in free periods which were like typical Indian movies. The first one was about his experience in Mumbai and about a girl named Roops, sister of his friend. She got victim of girl trafficking and was sent to Mumbai and she had to face agonizingly serious problems which includes prostitution also. So he and her brother were the only ones whom she trusted and somehow he was able to save her from the tyranny. I don’t know if that story was true or not, if at all it was true, I feel sorry for the situation she had to face and I myself have heard of such real stories which have happened in this god forsaken place. Anyway I will keep such topics for my other posts. There was also another story where he was saved by a German shepherd while he was in some army camp. We have many such stories. Moving on, we started forcing him to narrate his stories in all free periods, where boys were usually sarcastic and I don’t know about gals, but I feel they were interested in his stories. After the first test I got very good marks in his subject, English. if I remember correctly,I got 23 out of 25 but others were shocked seeing their scores. He also praised my answers which propelled me to join his tuition. In fact it was a rapid learning stupid course. But I must admit I have learnt a few things which I still use while studying, so a hearty thanks to him for that. He also didn’t take much money in fact he used it to spend on us only. So I like him for that also.

Before diving in, Lets us come back to class, in our class, there was a student named Abdul who was Mr. Savadi’s favorite student. I don’t know why he failed him if he was his favorite student anyway may be we are dealing with a genuine non-Indian, nepotism free, case here. So he became friend of me as we both sat in same bench. We became good friends actually and we are still the same. After a few days, he went to a scout camp in Belgaum for 10 days and after he came back, we had a new Abdul, I mean one who couldn’t have been imagined by Mr. Savadi. The reason is, Belgaum is known for its gals and for their open friendly attitude. They are not what we used to see in Koppal. He went crazy after going there and of course that craziness spread into me too. After coming back the most honest and punctual guy in class became the naughtiest one and I being his best friend, by then, must catch up with him; which I eventually did.  Since I already had a crush gal, I couldn’t resist from mentioning the same to him. Sadly, she didn’t join rapid  learning stupid course instead she joined some other tuition. Anyway after that I remember myself invited for my crush gal’s best friend’s birthday for which I was so excited.that I went with two greeting cards for her birthday. I don’t know if I was mad or childish to do that. Inviting itself was a big thing to me. Abdul was not initially invited so he went directly to her home and said, “I am coming to your function today”. So invitation was extended to him also. But sadly my crush gal didn’t turn out that day. Funny thing is I went with goggles along with my Hercules MTB bicycle during night (Most hilarious moment of my life). Anyway after that, Abdul came home every day and we used to go rounds in his bike. Since he had two crushes at same time, we went in front of their homes and he used to horn and he had a unique tone for his horn so that they could know that he has come for rounds. We would go in front of my crush gal’s home also but only now and then. Anyway one day, He challenged me that he will make her call me, I couldn’t believe he would do so. I took the challenge. But he took the challenge seriously and went to her home and don’t how he convinced her, but the call came next day. I don’t know why such things always happen at a wrong time, I was having bath at that time and my dad took the call. So after I came out he informed the same to me and I went nuts. A gal calling home was like me marrying and eloping off in my home. So I softly asked what did she tell. He said "nothing much.!!" Then, I became so restless that I couldn’t wait to call back. So I waited until my dad went to bath and i called her back, but as always again at a wrong time. Her dad picked up the call, again nut situation cracked on me. I went numb and couldn’t even utter her name. He asked, ”who are you?”  I softly said “her classmate”. He said “She went to school already”. I disconnected the call very next moment.

The whole day I was wondering what to do; I thought of talking with her but the reaction from that side was as cool as always. Man, How strange this other side is, I mean gals. Anyway another incident I must mention, I think this was after Mr. Savadi left school. So one fine day, suddenly they switched sides of sitting arrangement. Somehow, this gal saw her name on wall and went mad. I don’t why she took the situation seriously, she was very much worried and everybody in the class was worried. Suddenly Mr.Bhosle, class teacher of other section and good friend of Mr.Savadi came to class and called my name. Entire class opened their third eye i.e. eyes of suspicion on me. I went outside and saw her standing with her friend. I went nuts again. I thought I am in a real fix now. I asked Mr.Bhosle why I was called. He asked me “do u know who has done this?”  i muttered inside,"Now this is my moment." Inner smile spread like fire. My nut expression changed and then I said, ” I don’t know as of now but I will make sure I will find the culprit”. But inside here it was like, "who might me that guy? Did I do that or what?". Because along with me they were many others who also had crush on her.

There is also another incident you guys might remember,”Kanth and his Heroics”. Anyway he used to discuss his crush story everyday with me since we used to go home together. I also shared mine with him. But sadly his girl didn’t take the situation easily, it became big case, she came and blasted him in front of everyone in class one day and he also got beatings from Mr.Bhosle for that. After that beating, he became soft.

We also had lot of fun in that rapid course of Mr.Savadi. One who came along me would know. This is also the year when I went to school with a bracelet like Salman of Bollywood. I also used brylcream everyday. This is also the year when I was tied rakhis by almost every gal in class except a few. I also remember when we got scolding’s for stalking on gals from Mr.Bhosle again in which myself, Nirya, Vinya, Undi were the main convicts or culprits. I don’t know who complained. Please let me know if gals reading this know about that. From that day on, our image was spoilt among teachers. This is also the year when we enjoyed a lot in Ms.Nalini’s Hindi classes. It’s feels sad that those days can’t come back. I also got acquainted with two new and awesome friends Mr.Bulla and Mr.Samad. I might have left most of the other things, anyway this is all which I can recollect for now and which I thought is worth mentioning.

After 8th grade was over with worst ever results possible for me, we stepped into 9^th grade. This year was the exact opposite of the previous one; I couldn’t digest my results so I completely forgot everything and went ahead with my full concentration on studies most of the time. This is also the year where I got close with Dr.Undi, who plays a bigger part in my later part of life. So this year again Mr.Dani was our class teacher, everything went perfect as he is. This year Niranjan was chosen our class leader. So he also kept things cool. He was a bit strict though and we had our differences in between. We took three years to keep aside such differences. Anyway he is my kuchiku friend now. I mean my lifetime friend. This is also the year when we got the feeling of oneness but only among guys. Anyway year went on and for the first time, I came third for the class in final exams. It felt great, I thought hard work eventually pays off…As some of you have insisted on keeping a separate post for 10th grade, I am ending this post here…!Thanks for reading by the way…!     

My School days!!!!

              As a continuation of my previous post, this post covers my school day memories..!So a bit of recap, In my previous post, i wrote about my schooling in shimoga till 4th grade.So this is about what happened after that. After leaving shimoga, i went to my home town, Koppal, Karnataka. Initially i was embarrassed to leave my birth city, My parents were also concerned. They thought my education at Koppal would not prove worthy considering the competition for getting good colleges in big cities. Anyway i had to leave and i got admission in SVEM School. Interestingly, previous school i left and the one i was about to join had same names. It was and is considered to be the best school in Koppal. On my first day, i was taken to the class by a senior teacher and introduced me to our class teacher. Then i was introduced to the class by him and then he asked me to take a seat. For the first time, i saw my new classmates. Everyone had their empty stares for me. I kept my lunch bag at a place and looked for a place to sit. I don't remember if there was no space or no one wanted to give space, Only one guy was courteous enough to give me a seat. So i went and sat beside him and I must say i am still grateful to him for that one simple act of courtesy to me. So i took my seat beside him and we exchanged gentle smiles and introduced ourselves. From that day onwards till he left school, he was one of my best friends. Anyway after three periods, we had an interval or break. So all were standing outside on the corridors, i went there and one guy from a group said to his friends,"Hey,he kept his lunch bag where girls have kept theirs!!" and then everyone in the group laughed. I was perplexed initially. In my previous school, boys and gals sat side by side in class,we had lunch together and here i was laughed at just because i kept my lunch bag where girls usually keep theirs and then eventually i understood the difference in the outlook, boys and gals had for each other. Anyway now,i have my lifetime friends from the same batch. That's how life is, It fills in just the moment we feel it is a void.

         So after my first day, i settled in slowly, eventually got new friends. My first class teacher was HS Dani Sir who is one of my favorite teachers. Although, He is one among favorites,we all had horrible beatings from him for our mistakes. All my 5th grade days went in my preparation for Sainik and Navodaya(both central board schools). I was the favorite student of our tuition mentor just because my dad paid the entire tuition fees before joining only. There also he used to beat hell out of students except me. Eventually i cleared the Navodaya exam but couldn't join because of some reasons. Anyway i had to continue my education in the same school itself. So I stepped into sixth grade. This year Rajesh sir was our class teacher. One who is valued for his true and honest care for his students which probably he has inherited from his father who impressed us like no other when we met him for the first time. So same studies continued, this year one noticeable thing was all the free periods were spent in playing quiz with again boys in one group and girls in other. 

          One day we were playing quiz, There was a question asked, anyway we couldn't answer, but after hearing the answer we felt it was wrong so everybody started shouting. Within the same context, i was also strongly opposing the answer but instead of opposing entire girls, I picked up one girl who sat in front of me and opposed only her. But she took it as a challenge and retaliated back until i curled back into my seat. And then i said to myself why did i do that? By the way i had my second fall into this perplexity. i mean she was my second crush in all and my first in Koppal. Now let us go back in time for a while. Actually i was sitting on last bench with my friends and she also sat with her friends on the bench beside us. Our class teacher used to pick most talkative girls and boys and used to give them privileged seats which was kept in front of other benches in right angle to the other ones. So she was given that seat for being one of the most talkative girls but in the boys side, only one place was left. So i had to compete for the same after which i gained my reputation and was promoted to the place in front of her. This was the prologue for the quiz incident i mentioned before. In simple words, Everything was planned to get the attention. Rest of the year went with the same telepathic stares and empty expressions..!

          So now,My 7th grade, This year SC Hiremath sir was our class teacher one who introduced me the first day. I was chosen to become monitor of the class,of course, from the boys side. This is where i clawed into my fellow classmates. I mean this is were most of my classmates got to know me. We had board exams the same year so had to consider studies seriously. Anyway can't move on without mentioning the quarrels we had for our sitting benches. Don't know if our managing committee didn't have money to buy good and similar seating benches for all or simply because they knew Indian minds who cant just do the same which we did in our situation. All the boys as always were given small and uncomfortable benches and all the girls vice-versa. So greediness couldn't wait inside us for much time. We came up with a plan of changing our benches by coming early to the school. The next day myself and few others came early to the school and did all the dirty work. No doubt i exchanged my bench with the bench where my crush girl used to it. I even had to convince my fellow bench mates that this bench is good than the others. It happened with other guys also. I mean all the other one-siders had same plans like me. So the day went by until lunch break  We used to have lunch in the play ground and girls in the class by then. So after we came back everything was exchanged again. All of us couldn't wait to bounce back. So this time we stayed back late after the school and did the same again and we had a more sophisticated plan this time. We divided ourselves into two groups mainly into messengers and pat-rollers. Messengers would have food in class and had to send a signal to convey the message if at all something was happening in the class.They were supposed to wave their kerchiefs if i remember correctly to inform us and pat-rollers in turn patrolled in ground waiting for the signal. If we got the signal, pat-rollers would group everyone quickly. Entire boys would start running into the class. All the other people used to wonder what is going on. Once inside class we would go and start pulling the bench from one side and they from the other and Most of the times we would win the tug of war. 

             I also became our house leader and also captain for our school kabaddi team. the same year. I also won my first elocution competition. We had our exams later. I also witnessed the way Indian teachers would let the board exams go by.(especially in govt. schools)I think in here,we will never get rid of nepotism and we will never move on. Anyway after that we got our results, Some of the nerds of our class felt i performed more than the expectation they had for me. Well, it was other way for me and then we had two months of holidays after which we would step into HIGH SCHOOL which i will continue in my next blog....!Thanks for reading by the way....!