What is photography actually about ?

They say photography is an art, a creative activity ? Is it ?
I had spent almost a month trying to go through various books and online tutorials on photography..I still haven't implemented the learning in vast.But learnt about few terms/jargons about shutter speed, focal length,view finder,exposure,Aperture ,light etc etc...

I tried taking out few pics .They seemed ok not great though but then I bumped into few online tools/software to enhance your photographs. A simple e.g being Piknic.Any1 who has a Flickr account gets a partial access to this software. You can change the shades of your photo, intensify it and do feasible amount of r&d on it.Then there are Adobe Photoshop as well.

If you have such tools then what is photography all about?

I got a Nikon D5000 which cost me a lol as it had come with all the lenses and stuff and its pretty amazing.. You have settings for almost all the scenarios, sunset, sunrise, dawn,dusk, silhouette,indoor ,outdoor, and different seasons, pets , parties etc just to name a few.
I have this cam since about 3 months and still have not able to get the complete technical knowledge of this cam.. Sometimes I feel like doing justice to this cam by exploring it completely and then using it in taking out pics...
But then again I feel if I know in and out of this D5000 and use all the features as expected while taking out pics ,I know it shall give an astounding result. Thats it ! Is this photography ???

just knowing all about your cam features and using it appropriately ?

I could boil it down to one reason that being :

Its about taking the right picture at the right place and at the right time.

Photography is about creativity. Creativity about not how well u take the photographs but creativity about the right situation/scenario that u are able to capture.

That just my thought as of now..It might change tomorrow when I dwell more into this field.No offence meant to any1.I myself am so trying a lot to know more this activity.Have plans to enroll in photography classes to actually know more about this art:)

Y is it so ?

Y is it so that every time u hog down a pizza u resolve that for next 1 month u shall not go anywhere near the periphery of pizza obviously for the fear of putting on.

everytime u munch a burger u repeat the same oath pretty convincingly .Same goes with chocolates ice cream ,pastries, cakes,cookies.. etc

u always end up thinking ahh !!!! just eating ones a week is not problem n that u shall still be in shape..What harm cud a delicious pizza with extra cheese and 10 toppings could possibly do...

little do v realize that all the cheese and sugar simply slides down our thighs,butt n tummy :(
A line from my favorite serial friends "A moment on the lips forever on the hips"
hmmmm.... very true indeed.

All's fine with u . ure jeans fits u well,u looked good in shorts & skirts and were able to carry out any outfit with grace and not looking slutty .
And then

Boooooommmmmmmm !!!!!!!!!!

one morning most likely on a weekend wen u wake up after having lotsa junk food plus colas the previous night, u suddenly seize to recognise the face & body u c in the mirror...
Well thats the fatty u..
then u start scrutinizing each n every part of ur body and cursing anything n everything in this world except u & ure lousy habits of eating & lifestyle ..

Well this is my story too :)

The truth now has sunk into me..that
1)"I am not 18 anymore to eat anything and still remain in shape"
2)" to stop eating like pig and start eating like a lady"

Now starts my hectic schedule of dieting and exercise agn...
If only i would have eaten 1 pizza a month instead of twice a week and if only i would have gulped colas ones in 2 weeks instead of daily and if only i would have included at-least 15 mins of daily exercise in my free routine instead of 1 hr that I am doing now...

Damm this world and every body !

From,
An obese, depressed, lazy woman

P.S : Don't be shocked if my future blogs are on health & fitness :)

My travelogue which didn't win in the contest conducted by my company :(

My trip to Brussles and Brugge.

Europe is considered as one of the most exciting places to tour and I was lucky enough to be parcelled to Germany for an onsite assignment for about an year.Among all the places that I had visited the most memorable one was my trip to Brussels and Brugge. It took me a long long time to shrug of those captivating sceneries that had clung to me. So thought to pen down this invirogating trip. We started off for Brussels on an early Saturday morning in ICE(an express train) and reached in about 3.5 hours, We checked in a hotel ,got refreshed and stepped out to explore Brussels which had ample of places to show us but we had our limited time frame of one day. We visited the Botanical gardens, TinTin Museum,The Grand Place which is the central square of Brussels, dominated by the magnificent Town Hall and all along my camera was in a shooting spree.We strolled through the open-air markets which were selling different kinds of beers,handicrafts and uncountable varieties of Belgium chocolates which I managed to gulp down the choclates but later stopped as I grew worried about the consequences of over eating and that too of choclates!!!!!!! We noticed the hawkers selling posters,statues,paintings of a small boy peeing and found it hilarious and asked one of the shop fellas about it .He murmered something in French and showed us a direction.which led to the corner of a street and we found a tiny statue of the same boy peeing in the fountain basin. It was the famous ” Manneken Pis” The wardrobe of Mannekin Pis has over 760 outfits including our Indian attire that is a dhothi-kurta. By noon we were completely famished and discoverd an Indian restaurant and ordered rotis and butter chicken which if served in India, we would have gone to the extent of suing the restaurant manager for serving such a crap but the same when served there, we simply hogged them down and it did comfort our tastebuds and we resumed our journey and covered the next points in a haste due to lack of time and almost by crawling due to depletion of energy. We paused briefly at St.Michel Cathedral,The Royal Museum, Mini Europe and lastly covered “The Atomium ”,by the end of which I felt like a zombie who had managed to escape from its grave.Late evening we returned back to the hotel ate and slept like a log and didn’t stir a bit till morning.

The next morning we started out for Brugge. We explored this exquisite town, which was still not much tampered , was unspoilt and untouched . We visited “Our Lady Church”, the Market Square, and the Lake of Love ( Minnewater).We voted for a boat tour through the canals and the guide explained us the history of the entire Brugge.This was the most mesmerizing and romantic spot of the entire trip.I was completely spellbound looking at the beauty of the canals, the water and the greenary that surrounded as it . I simply drank in the sceneric beauty of Brugge.

Well !!! as all good things come to an end , so did our trip and we returned back to Duesseldorf the same night. The entire tour was like a hypnotic spell and was a life enhancing , exhilarating and a rejuvenating experience.

Chain reaction of H4 visa

Please Note :: This blog might seem too much exaggerated to some of you guys but please bear in mind that this has been written by a person who has reached a height of boredom J and was just about to cross the line of sanity.

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A typical adamant person who has always been over demanding in ever relationship with the ability of being highly independent, life would definitely seem like living in the Alcatraz prison when she’s on an H4 /dependant visa.

Dependant visa ---- well never knew I had to live up to each and every letter of this word so literally each and everyday .

Life is so monotonous, Life is boring, life is dull, life is unfair, and life is highly frustrating &depressing. In short Life simply sucks!!!!!!

It sucks because u r dependant right from buying a carton of milk to financial aid. It sucks because you simply cant even step out of the house if you don’t know how to drive, it sucks because u r idle all day and u know that that u just hate being idle, it sucks because one fine day you feel like to get back to ure routine s/w job and then realize that you cannot. And it sucks coz slowly you feel that you r losing your own identity and now being referred as Mrs… instead of ure first name. It sucks because life suddenly seems so pointless... and it sucks and sucks and sucks ……

The punishment is multiplied by a 1000 times when a working lady has to leave her job to join her spouse on a dependant visa just to live with her hubby.I guess ladies with H4 visa shall definitely relate to me.

A point had come where in I got bored of with all the sulking and frowning and then for a change thought to make my life interesting & start over ones again.

The key to the end of my mothballed life just lied in my attitude & taking things positively.

My attitude to take this change positively and try to quickly and efficaciously blend in this new life of a home maker (Temporary thou) had become more of a necessity rather an option because I realized that my life shall be full of the above crap as long I look at it as a crap.

To start with I have started probing in the field of cooking— My menu initially consisted of bread , toast, omelette, maggie,coffe& Tea.And now my menu has drastically intensified in the number of items with different sections of starters, soups, main course and desserts to name a few J Well chill!!!!!!!! My food taste better too...

U know what I fear now!!!!!!!!!!! What if an s/w professional like me ends up being a la sanjay kapoor- the chef!

Cut it out!!!

Well !! coming to my freedom of going out and doing things on my own rather than being dependant has curbed, so I have enrolled myself in driving classes .I have never waited for anything in my life with so much devotion as I am waiting for driver's licence coz that means I am free from the Alcatraz prison J

Thirdly coming to keep myself occupied and to add value to myself and not make my brain go rusted and keep my thinking cells active , I have started dwelling into photography. It was a childhood hobby which got extinct (just like the dinosaurors) in my college days and now suddenly has re-surfaced again. Luckily got a Nikon D5000 digi cam so very soon you could find few pics uploaded in here.

Well after all this still if I do have time left then may be I could finish few of my java certifications which would just be an added advantage in my resume.

In a nut shell when I turn back and take a look at my life I shouldn’t regret for not making up for most of my gettable, inestimable free time J

Amen !

I am back :)

I am back. Hmm after 2.5 yrs of hibernation am finally back...
I suddenly disappeared that my family and friends had sent a search party to check if I was indeed present on earth.
There is a saying in hindi "aisa gayab hona jaise gadhe ke sar par se seengh"
Hmm... life was like a roller coaster ride all these years with lotsa twists and turns ,ups and down.. But was all indeed a memorable ,interesting & a spicy experience.

Few days after my return from my second visit to Germany
I was engaged, then married, then shifted to blore, then changed my company , started managing a house of only two ppl(me & my hubby ofcourse) ,got fat and obviously grew old.
hufffff !!!!!. These reasons are enough for me to justify myself for abstaining myself from blogging.

But now after this long break am back with a bang :) positively.
hoping to post new stuff very soon.
cya

My Stay in Germany......

I went through a series of situations during my stay in Germany.It was thrilling, motivating,depressing,exciting,miserable & beary beary memorable :)
The biggest lesson that i learnt was that wen u r feeling desperately lonely and lost, there is only 1 person's shoulder on whom u can rest , one peson on whom who can fall back on --that person being Ureself !!The more u try findin happiness in others the more depressing ure life becomes, Learn to live alone as well and trust me you really wud be happy.
i am the type who canot easily gel with others.. an introvert by nature who never ever made a tiny attempt to becom an extrovert.I have been branded as an adamant, dominating soul who suffers from tremendous amount of superiority complex.But i never gave a damm and till date have never bothered to change my image or the impressions that others have abt me, coz am honestly very happy with the way i am :)
So it was so veryyyy obvious that life here wud be difficult for me on the personal front and BINGO !!! It really was so..
i njouyed my job..i had new collegues, new boss(a hunk) and relatively a differnet kinda work.I was doing my job well and was pretty confident on that.The problem was with my personal life as it had been nullified :( i had couple of collegues but they remained in the collegues territory itself and among few other collegues i tried to search my friends but alas !!!! all i was returned bak with was cold stares and negative vibes.. well it was natural on their part to cope up with a weirdo like me .. well no complains and neither do i express any regrets on this.
i was the 1 who never went out alone. i used to hang out with my bunch of friends or my mom.ah !! here right from getting the groceries to sight cing i wud do it myself. initially i felt a bit awkward & uncomfortable but slowly i started njouying it and now the moment i discover myself sitting alone in the apt ,i just go out for shopping :) For me staying alone is much better than moving around with ppl whom u canot gel with.atleast i didnt have to take any1's tantrums :) or vice versa ..
Well !!!atleast 1 gud thing happened staying alone, i started to blog agn & to read agn ... two of the things which had suddenly vanished from my life after me cming to germany ,firstly bcoz of lack of time and secondly that i was so busy adjusting my self in this new place that i hardly had time to read and blog :)
Now I have become dependant more on myself than on any1 else :) and have started to live peacefully against all the daunting odds..
well it is my life and i had an option to choose: choose to be depressed and whine that i have nobody or to start njouying the life even thou if it meant cuking, eating,shopping ,sleeping and hanging out alone.and i chose the second 1 and have started njouying this different phase of my life :)
"The only thing that is constant in life is CHANGE.." (as said by my manager.This very sentence had inspired me a lol.. )
hmm.. so this is not gonna be a permanent phase of my life..Couple of days more and i shall be bak---bak to my home, my family , my friends and my land...
i shal pen down my others experiences again.as of now its time to go and prepare dinner..feelin hungry :( cya

Journey to Dubai--> Düsseldorf ....

I boarded my plane from Hyd airport and reached Dubai.The journey was fine.. I was completely mesmerized watching the Dubai airport and passed my time admiring it, and for the next 3 hrs i forgot that I was alone . Later I tuk the flight to Düsseldorf.
It was then finally that the situation penetrated into me tht I wud be away from my home ,family and friends for 'x' months. . huh!!! I didn’t know wht was the value of x.Was it 1 , 2 ,3,5 or 6 ??
I started to suffocate... Relax !! not becoz of the lack of oxygen in the plane, but becoz of the thought that I had to live alone for a gud period of time… i desperately wanted to go bak, bak to my home . I wanted to jump from the plane and land in my home, but later striked off the idea as it didn’t seem practical enough ;) coz that stunt cud only b performed by 007 or TomCruise or best done by our balayyaa who cud manage to land on the ground with his wig intact and unhurt.
anyways all I could do at that moment was cry..Well I was lucky enough that the plane was almost empty.Occasionallyy I cud c a person or 2 in the flight. Well !!!that atleast gave me the freedom to weep freely:) and I properly utilized the situation.
i wept myself into a state of exhaustion and dozed off to sleep. I got up when the flight was just about to land. The airhostess was petrified cing my swollen face and eyes . I wudnt have been surprised if she wud have shrieked cing a face like that .Well she indeed was a proficient in her job as she composed herself back quite spontaneously and immediately asked me whether I needed any medical help. Ofcourse I declined. Wht medical help wud they giv me for the depression which had clung to me so firmly. Now as the plane was abt to land,a new fear took grip of me
“Wht next !!! Do I need to clear the airport procedure again, will I miss anything. What abt my luggage ?? Is naren waiting for me ouside to pick me up ?? If not had I jotted down the address of the place where I had to go ?? I don’t even have any1’s contact numbers..”
I was in no mood to allow another fresh fear to take grip of me so I simply shut down my mind for sometime.
I cleared the airport procedures well as all normal humans do .Was pretty relieved cing both my suitcases intact and was stimulated a bit watching naren and karthik waving out for me from outside the airport…From there started a new journey of my life…

being loved is all that matters in the end.....

Last nite lying on my bed with sucha bad throat and shivering due to cold , I realized what it was being loved and cared .
I wished my mom wud have been there to gimme hot drink to soothe my throat and my dad cing to it tht I am comfortably sleeping with all the warmth around me and my bro acting like my doc by chking the medicines and their names b4 giving them

The only thing that I needed at tht moment was som1 2 take care of me. A person who cud sit beside me and talk till I fell asleep.
A person who wud be standing rite in front of me, asking how I felt, wen I open my eyes in the morning, touch my forehead and chk if I gotta temperature.

Instead ,I managed to makea cuppa hot milk with lotsa pepper, struggled to heat the oil and massage them under my feet and palms ,curl myself in the rug and weep :(

All we need is not bundles of money but ppl around us who r there to love and take care of us in those lonely times and make us feel special and wanted :)

oppourtunity

One of the biggest achievements in life is the realization of an oppourtunity ( however small it cud be), at the rite time and at the rite moment ...The loss of letting it go cud be trivial or rather wud go unnoticed,but the gain of making use of it wud indeed be rewarding and much more than one cud anticipate.

My Gud old days

Oh Man!!!!! Abstaining myself from having pani pooris ,bhel puri & pav bhaaji has becom a hard-fough task especially as i have recoverd just now from a kinda grave viral fever...Ah!!!!! my mom has becom so damm strict taking my diet .To top it is my kid bro ..Kiddddd !!!!!! MY FOOT !!!!!! .. Gggggggrrrr..............Accepted tht he is a medical student , but it doesnt mean tht he has to behave like a doc with me.. and tht too not a gud doc but a khaduus doc .huh!!! one bigggggggg disadvantage of a doc in ure family...well well well!!!!! He is behaving like a Hitler with me right now .. i am suposed to give an account of the entire stuff tht i eat and drink to him.
HAVE MERCYYY!!!!!!
No oily stuff, no paani puris ,pizzas and also not even a drop of coke.. forget abt my “choco dip with nuts “ ice cream…how do I live without them !!!!!!!!!!!oh man !!!! from the moment i wake up till i agn land on bed... i am under constant inspection under them.He orders 4 the food tht i am supposed to eat and my mom not only makes it but also sees to it tht i finish it. I feel sick to the stomach having a look at tht bread,milk(yuk), rice, curd and fruits..
I have got completely demented off at the sights of apples..Really wanna catch hold of the person who coined the saying "An apple a day keeps the doctor away " and stuff his mouth with apples . In the days of scorching sun i am not allowed to touch the refrigerator to have a sip of cold water nor am i able to eat any junk food .Only saving grace is the coconut water.
I am a hapless victim and living a a wretched life at the moment.
Oh God!!! when will get bak my gud old days !!!!!!!sob sob sob!!!!!!!!

My much awaited appraisal was done finally..
Hmm.. I knew exactly well beforehand wht would be the outcome of it..
I expected I wud have list of negative points rather than positive 1s..
But hey things turned out differently, very differently indeed..Firstly my manager mentioned all my +ve traits .Few of the points that he mentioned to me, abt me left me pondering as to “Am I really so gud?”. But but but the icing on the cake was the feedback from my module lead… he told so many goody goody and wonderful things regarding my work tht I was really stupefied.. wow!!!! It was literally a feast to my ears… I started elevating higher and higher.
God bless him!!!!!!
..But then came the real climax.. when my appraisal was almost about to end my manager pin pointed one of my
–ve attribute . I wil not even bother dicussing about it... Well ofcourse he said it as a suggestion. And didn’t mean to hurt me but the problem with me is tht I take things a bit personally rather than professionally. Anyways I did end up being hurt …. Sob sob sob !!!!!!
So by the end of the day I was completely demoralized and degraded.
I was desperate to do something to boost up my confidence, my energy level and my morale .so thought of participating in the elocution competition tht was to be scheduled in our company the very next day.. I reached home, finished up with my dinner and talking to my friend.So by the time I sat to pen down few points it was already past 12 . there were about 8 – 9 topics given.. and I decided to speak on “Hyderabad Traffic-Sense NoSense.” Coz tht was a very light and hot topic.. unfortunately the net was not working..I was literally snoozing but somehow managed to scribble down few points.The next moring,the net was working fine..Thanks to my stars.
I went through various sites for the traffic and prepared a gist ..Well the event started at 4.30 pm .. I was the 6th or 7th person to speak The moment I finished speaking ,deep down my conscious told me tht I wud be among the top 3.. well well well!!!! I STOOD 1ST :)))
Clap Clap Clap !!! Pat on my shoulders !!!!!!
I was happy but was kinda sad too coz none of my friends were present both when I was speaking and while I was collecting my prize.. (I would never forgive them for this)

But winning the competition did boost up my morale which i badly needed.
So now I am supercharged and I have very well refilled my confidence level.

Cya !!!

Silence ........

I received this forward and found it very touching....
Hope U all will like it too !!!!!
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Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when you just ran out of words and you go...
s i l e n t ???
Let me assist you in recalling...

...the moment when you left your home for the first time and you look
back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are
leaving them yet happy that their child took the first step towards
independence.

... the moment when the girl/boy you like most.. smiled back at you!
You don't say anything.. you just smile back..


... the moment when you get better marks than you expected... those
"numb" moments of ecstasy n surprise "is that true?"...

... the moment when you are parting with your old friend(s) and the
train has just started... and you are standing on the door of the
wagon.. waving "bye-bye" with your heart beating fast...

... the moment after the HR manager has just called you and told
you,"You are through! Congrats!"

... the moment when you sit alone in your room after having told
everyone that you cleared that exam you prepared for 6 months!!

You can go on remembering your "special" moments!

I had always wondered why I never said anything to myself at those

moments.. as if it was "understood"... happiness, joy, pain.. all

feelings just flowed ceaselessly in the 'years' that passed in those

flash moments!


They say.. the best way to communicate is through "silence".

Love. Joy. Grief. Surprise. Anger. Hope. Expectations. Support.

Non-cooperation...

Can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song ??
When Bryan Adams stops for a while along with music, before he goes
on in his husky voice...

... Please forgive me. I can't stop loving you!

Ever had those moments when you thought you were tired enough that
you reach for your bed after dinner.. but find yourself wide awake
looking at the roof of your room silently...

But you sure are 'thinking'... those moments of self-talk are the

most important in our lives. Those moments when we listen to our own

hearts! Those promises... those decisions... those are the moments

when we make our destinies!



Next time you go silent... listen carefully to what your heart is

saying.. listen to its joy...listen to its pain.. listen to its

fears.. listen to its desires..


Don't make it shut up and go off to sleep...

LISTEN TO THAT VOICE and ACCEPT EVERYTHING IT SAYS!

That voice alone can lead you to the abode of peace that your sleep

lacks... peace that awaits you!

Be in touch with your true self... be silent once a day,
every day !

I can cook!!! I can cook!!! I can cook!!!

Last Sunday afternoon a thought crossed my mind tht y not I cook something.. I scanned the fridge for the appropriate stuff. and entered the kitchen with much zest and religiously started preparing -------------- “Shahi Paneer “.
I looked like a warrior who was on the battlefield and using all his armours. Huh!!! In this case were the utensils, the kadhachi(long spoons, spatula) and the masala dabbas…A lot of endeavor was put into preparing the dish and finally my Shahi Paneer was ready….… EUREKAAAAAA!!!!!!
The so called “look and feel” of the dish was okki dokkii to me but the entire episode resulted in a properly messed up kitchen. which appeared as though it has been hit by an earthquake followed by a hurricane.lite!!! I didn’t care a damm!!!

Now my next task was to ask someone to taste it coz i simply loved my life a lol and cudnt take such a speculative step. Hmm.. target no1 was my mom who was busy correcting the unit test books..I intervened her work by placing the bowl on the book tht she was correcting and roared ” taste it plz” .At first she snapped at me and then looked at the curry and said” u c I don’t like paneer so y don’t u ask ure dad to try…!!!!!!!!!!!@@@@#####$!!!!!! I cud feel the bubbles of my enthusiasm,hope,happiness burst one by one..Yet keeping up my hope i turned around to find my bro standing there and watching the entire situation. I gestured him to com and try . Guess wht.!!!!!!!. in a fraction of a second he zoomed off in his room like a rocket as though I was holding a bomb in my hand which was ready to explode..
wait wait wait!!! Its not over here yet … Not only tht he hide in his room ,he also closed the door to ensure tht I wud nt com in….

My last target and only target left was my dad.He came home 4 lunch without knowing wht was instore for him. And poor soul was caught by me.. I gave him the bowl & with tht puppy expression on my face luked at him. well well well !!!!!! He interpreted my expression and tasted the curry.. yea yea just tasted it but didn’t eat it.
And remarked “ure mom is there to cuk right , y do u take all this trouble ”
If by any chance any of my hope bubble was left tht too did burst .
Now wht did tht mean!!!!!!.Was he concerned abt me or was tht an indirect order not to dare try cooking next time or was tht a humble request to not enter the kitchen in future, I donno but yea anyways I was contented tht atleast I made a conscious effort to cook coz tht has always been an herculean task 4 me and will always remain so..

Thank God !!!!

“Oh God!!!!! Not again “ was my remark when I saw my face in the mirror and at the two pimples tht were popping out on my cheek & forehead. It looked as though both of them were competing with each other as to how big and red can they buldge out.I cursed god for making me look so ugly. I simply enacted it like a melodrama of the saas bahu serials only without any background score.(kyu bhagwaan kyu , tumne mere saath aisa kyu kiya!!!!!!)I found fault with my hair, my nose, my complexion, my height etc etc.. Huh!!! At tht moment I was so frustrated tht I felt tht there was not a single thing tht was gud abt me.I felt too low.As I had to get ready 4 office, I dabbed some extra powder around the pimples to make it less visible.As I started to leave for my office I kept grudging to myself tht I am the most unluckiest gal in this world, universal,galaxy etc etc..( I know I know !! I was over reacting) .I felt as though all the ppl on the road were staring at my pimples huh!! Yea !!! as though they had no other work to do . but well one does feel so when one is too conscious..
The day surely started out to be bad .While staring at the pimple in the mirror by sometimes standing close to it and sometime a few feet away from it to check whether tht pimple was visible or not ,I missed my bus..I asked the auto driver to take me to hitech city directly.The traffic near yosufguda is terrible and literally comes to a crawl.. I got pissed out by the smoke , the dust accompanied with the continuous honking of the vehicals, each of them competing 4 space without following any traffic rules , all the beggars of the world drop in at tht moment & to top it all were those two pimples ..In the midst of the chaos my eyes fell on a structure sitting in the corner of the footpath..She was an impoverished gal, literally in rags..I cudnt see her face as her hair had concealed her face..I knew something was wrong with her.. it was as though she was hiding herself from the world but cudnt.. She looked scary ,similar to the ghost in the movie “ The Ring”.. The more I observed her behaviour the more inquisitive I became..She then stood up to leave.. It was then tht I saw her face which sent a chill through my spine ..I had till date never seen som1 or something like tht. Her entire body including her face was burnt … burn which according to medical terminology is called as 3rd degree burns.. I watched in petrified horror as the ghostly figure started out 4 her work ie to beg..Mass of flesh dangling down here and there.. Her hair was burnt , her eyes were damaged due to the burns.. She was completely disfigured and distorted.. I guess am not getting proper words to describe her.
I felt sick, sick to the stomach at the sight.... I did know how to react looking at the misshapen structure. I didn’t know whether to sympathise with her or despise god for letting such a misfortunate and gruesome incident happen to her. U know wht my immediate reaction was . I thanked god .. I thanked him profusely tht even though I was not beautiful atleast I was not cripped or impaired.. The biggest thing was tht I was NORMAL. At that moment being normal looked to be like the biggest gift one cud have. I was just staring at her with fear, digust and pity, tht was all I cud do,just sympathize with her who not only experienced such catastrophic burn injuries but also was living with it.. What the hell were my two cute pimples(look I have changed) in front of the tragedy tht she went through.

An Awesomeeeeeeeee View !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A must SEE picture. BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This picture is recently took by National Geographic Channel.

My friends ::

The clock strikes 10.15 and my cell starts ringing (kewl !! that ryhmes),indicating tht its time 4 a break. My friends start giving me missed calls.

10.15Am---- the time when we forgather at our adda ‘ the canteen’ for around 20 minutes and transform ourselves from professional guys into typical college students. We sit in the last row of the canteen sustaining the college trademark of back benchers and then start our conversation/gags. We never never never discuss our work coz tht something to be done in our department along with our project mates and not with friends isn’t it ?? And any1 who discusses abt work is given a stern luk as though he/she has commited an ugly crime.

We observe many of the ppll who stare at us like a green-eyed monster..
we don’t pay heed to their stares. huh!!! Just laught among ourselves they are the typical baffled ladies who had never been a part of a gang, never enjoyed their life , just got married and living a sedentary life and do nothing but envy us cing our enjoyment and care free attitude. Never mind!!!!!
we laugh, giggle, prattle, whine at our wacky and goofy jokes.
Sounds dumb na, but trust me, it’s a gr8 way of relaxing and being happy..

Lemme tel u a lil bit abt each of them.

The way kartik/laddu/tillu uses his imagination,and creativity in imitating people.. Man!!! its worth watching. he is the 1 who laughs at the silliest joke and his face turns red like an over riped tomato and all of us in unison shout at him saying "bas kar bas, warna phat jaaega"(stop laughing so much else u will explode).
Kartik with his gargantuan size calls me moti!!! And I reply back like a trained parrot “ mein patli hoonn”.

And our very own sirisha/siri/gundu/sardaren (hopefully she 4gives me for letting out her nicknames) is usually the prey 4 their silly and redundant jokes. She is an angel who believes in the funda tht “ whts wrong when a person get happiness by pulling her leg or plays a prank on her” guess the world is existing bcoz of gud ppl like her...
Reddy/Chitims blushes everytime we smile and say “ hey r luking handsom today.. how com u turned so fair overnite ?” (He is the one who is paranoid taking his complexion)
And gosh!!!! His face turns into a 440 V ever glowing bulb followed by the standard dialogue “saave kodutunaaru ra babu”( Goddd!!! These gals r killing me).
Then comes our rajani or chotu rabbit ,a sobriquet which she won bcoz of her resemblance with a rabbit. Well!!!! she is the latest prey in Kartik’s hands coz all the jokes are laid on her..
Poor kid!!!
Yea she is indeed a kid physically and mentally as well..
Well there are infact two kids in our group .How cud I forget Sowjanya/sowji..
The younger kid between the two. When rajani and sowjanya talk or argue they luk literally like 2 kindergarden students indulged in gossiping ,engrossed in their own world.
When the talk about kids is goin on then comes the turn of the most matured gals in my gang They r keerti/kitty and shilpa/star.
Oh man!!!!!!! the kind of advices they give , luks like as thought they have lived their lives for 100 yrs .. The way they chide sowjanya to eat and tackle her when she enacts her kiddish nataks is must see situation. I am sure abt 1 thing, they will indeed turn out to be strict moms .. i pray for their kids, poor souls !!!!!
Gaurav/gaurav puttar – who luks so introvert but has well proved the famous saying true tht “ Looks are Deceptive”
Coz the remarks tht he makes and the way he strikes back when som1 plays a joke on him is simply something tht u cannot believe tht comes from a guy like him..He is known for his spontaneous, witty one liners..

Next is Sandeep/dipu, who carries this big brotherly kinda persona, guides ppll and helps even b4 u ask him.
Narendra/nariga/naren who is known as the joker of our gang, coz makes a laugh a lol , well sometimes does exceeds his limits as well.. A very high-spirited person who is very gud in playing pranks …
Sirisha V/Vadrevu who talks abt nothing else than being practical, about visions of future, be free from sentiments and emotions etc etc etc A similar character is Krishnan.
Moslty Krishnan is lost in his own world.Guess he thinks a lol.
A quite member of our gang Vinay/innai, who gets scared everytime sirisha raises her hand to hit him.She just scares the hell out of him. Poor chap!!!!, still beleives in the funda tht “guys shudnt hit back to gals “and remains silent to the shots of sirisha who shows no mercy while hitting guys(Gud !!! Pat on her shoulders) and she properly takes advantage of this..
Ajit - of whom his very own PM is scared to death to hand him his appraisal letter coz he knows the consequences. Huh!!!! He believes in the concept “ either u or me” or a I shall put it this way " Do or Die" . this sounds better I guess.
Don’t misunderstand him as a kind of a macho who scares the ppl of his department , his built and attitude are completly contrast.

This is my gang
Toooo big isn’t it ???
But worthy enough .
With a bunch of friends who r so caring, loving and nice wht else cud I ask 4…
My life is entertaining and invigorating coz it is full of such gr888 friends

Touch Wood !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Training session--Meditation

I remember a particular training program called “Meditation” that was conducted when I had joined Infotech ..

Here’s the anecdote::

The chairs in the training hall were arranged in a semi circle fashion .
keerti and I sat at the center of the row as though we were the only spirited participants.i still cudnt figure out as to wht got into our brains tht we sat in the middle .The session began.The trainer looked very poised. He asked many questions, told us various philosophical things I don’t really recall much..
But just before lunch break he told us tht we ought to medidate
He asked us to close our eyes and concentrate. He explained us to place our concentration in the center of our forehead..”CENTER OF THE FOREHEAD !!!!!!! how shud I do tht ????” Anyways we closed our eyes . Out of nowhere came a moan… I wondered ,was it a wolf moan or whether any of my friend was whimpering… I squinched my eyes to see wht was wrong in the room(Thank god everybody were meditating with their eyes shut) it tuk me a minute to realize tht it was music which was being played in the room on an mp3 player..It was actually played to calm us dowm and help us concentrate.calm !!!!! man !!!!! it did everything other than make me calm… he later started to repeat a sentence “now concentrate… u will feel lighter and lighter”
At every interval of 2 –3 mins he repeated “ u wil feel lighter and lighter and lighter”, I was imagining tht may be when I open my eyes I wud see my friends levitate .I cud hear keerti giggling sitting beside me and at the same time trying to control it, I cudnt dare to look at her coz I knew if I wud do so ,I wud burst out laughing, so I just kept my head bent down..
It was not the first time that I tried to medidate .Many a times b4 I gave a try , but everytime ended up thinking either abt shahrukh khan or recollect funny instances which I usually don’t even recall, but at tht point I recollected all the funny incidents of my life. I still remember tht keerti and I decided tht after lunch we will sit in exteme corners so tht we can laugh peacefully and the person wil not observe us.
And what do we c all the chairs were occupied and we were left with tht two particular chairs in the center.

We resolved between us tht wht may com , we wud b serious and not laugh, and concentrate. But moment the swamiji/the person who came to teach appeared agn in the room we luked at each other and started our giggles
I prayed to all the gods tht don’t let him repeat tht meditation segment agn but my prayers were unanswered and the music began agn… I felt I cud face 100 interviews, do wht so ever difficult things but not control my laugh
I expected tht the show ended there but I was wrong agn.
They asked us to bow in front of each other and say “ I like u .I belong to u” Belong to u!!!!!!!! HAVE MERCY!!!! I was astonished tht I shud say this , and luked at my friends, they kept reciting it religiously to each other,I wished my list of crushes wud be present at tht moment so tht not just these two sentences, I wud have sung for them similar to how shahrukh sings cing sushmita in main hoon na.. Anyways I managed to mumble those words to my friends …Thank god the program ended.
If it wud have lasted 4 some more time I swear I wud have got convulsions of laughter
This is one among the incidents in my life, which still has the power to make me smile naaaaa giggle naaaaaa laugh :)

School Life

Daily morning when I watch the kids along with their school bags
(which is twice their size),in their neatly starched uniforms waiting for their autos/schools bus, I simply cannot help but envy them ..
What a wonderfull ,carefree, happy go lucky life they live .No tensions abt promotions, abt competitions, abt appraisals, abt salary hikes, abt job switching and last but not the least abt marriage (especially for gals coz according to our parents we are so called “settled” and wht r we waiting for ?) .. huh!! The list goes on and on an on.....…
All that these tiny tots gotta worry abt is “EXAMS”, which I agree does cause nightmares to any kid. But thts just temporary may be a week or two.

You ought to see the combination of serene, joyous,zealous,naughty look on their faces in 1 word BINDAAASSSSSSS ,the eagerness to go to school unlike the dispirited luk on my face which clearly indicates “ Godddd!!!! I don’t wanna go to tht damm office”
Huh!!!!!!!! School Life ----- the best phase in any individual’s life..

Crush or Love::

I received this sms today and I simply loved it !!!!


The difference between Crush and Love??

When u like a person and know the reason y then it’s a CRUSH. But when u like a person and and don’t know the reason y u like then its LOVE……..

Tragedy :(

I participated in antakshari competition which was held during our annual day (Infotsav ).must say i was pretty excited abt it..
i was confident right from the beginning that i/we wud win..
there were supposed to be 4 members in each team.
So sirisha,kartik,vinay and I particiapted..
we sent in our nominations on the very first day when we received a mail from HR department.They received many nominations than they themselves had anticipated .We had to clear a written test to make into the semifinals..
huh!!! sounds strange right !!! yea even i was stupefied seeing so many interested participants.The place where the competition was being conducted had a carnival atmosphere. Anyways the paper was quite easy.we scored 3rd highest in it..
A total of 16 teams were slected for semifinals from around 40-45 teams that had participated.in the semifinal we played too good and stood first. The rounds were pretty exciting .We had the normal antakshari round, then the dhun round, the situation round, antara mukhada round, jumbled up phrases and so on.sirisha, kartik and myself were strong with hindi songs and vinay alone handled the telugu stream. he was real gud in it. all the points tht we had made in the telugu rounds was bcoz of him ..And sirsha and kartik ...they are born alka yagnik and sonu nigam.. This made our team look even more colourful.We scored the highest and the maximum that 1 cud score,ie cent % .
We won. bingo!!!!
The finals were supposed to be a week later.we waited 4 the d-day to arrive with much gusto .i had gone through the sites to know the lyrics of various hindi songs byheart. There were 6 of them who were selected from 16 for the finals.

The competition started. we cleared each and every round..There were 3 teams who were lagging behind us. Finallyy came the last round. wherein if we would score the 20pts which was the max tht any1 cud score in tht round, we wud win.I already cud sense the victory within me. Oh btw, lemme tell u about the last round.It was a visual round. they would show a song in the mute mode and we had to recognize the movie name and sing the song .. atleast 2-4 lines..That accounted to 20 points..
We got a hindi movie..i was almost sure that we would win..
The visual was played..
Off late the whole country is dancing to the tunes of the film "aashique banaya aapne.."
well in the same movie there is another song named "aap ki kashish.."
ths was actually is 1 of my favsss..i knew the lyrics but at the same time was not confident enough tht i wud sing it properly.and wht do i c it was the same movie and the same song.we got 10 pts to recognize the movie . And had to sing tht song next.None of my team mates knew abt this song or the lyrics.. somehow i managed to sing..
lemme tell u i sang, although was very nervous within.. Generally u tend to get nervous when u ought to speak or tell on something tht u ureself r not sure abt..
well i completed the song and waited for the host and judge say yes, ie to nod their head in approval.. they did and i was kinda shocked tht wow!!!!! we won..
but alas !!! a guy from the audience came up and said tht in the second line i made a mistake .it was not khumaar but madhosh ..
huh!!!
the song goes like this
aap ki kashish
sarfarosh hai
aap ka nasha
yu madhosh hai
kya kahe tum se jaaneja
gum hua hosh hai..

huh!!! so we didnt get our 10 points, the teams who were 10 pts lagging , covered up by getting 20 pts in this round..
i was devastrated.. i know its just a small competiotion. but competitions r meant to be won not lose.. As much as i remember any competition tht i have ever particiapted in i never lost.Anyways then began the tie.. All of us were given hindi dhun to identify.each of us did.The competition and the tie was getting stiffer and stiffer. We had 1 more round . This was to identify the telugu dhun.By this time i got a premonition tht we are gonna loose.
well !!!! we lost :( i still donno which was tht telugu dhun tht they played, neither did any1 from the audience were able to identify it.. the other 2 teams also cudnt identify their respective dhuns, and the final team did and they won..
it was pathetic.not tht we lost but the kind with which we lost.
u call it like "just narrowly missed"
huh!!! just tht 1 word made the entire difference..
the moment i think abt it , i just get engulfed with frustration . from tht day onwards i daily recollect tht event and try putting an end to it. " wht if i wud have sung correctly.. wht if i wud have been given som other song which i knew .. wht if tht guy from the audience wudnt have come and pointed my mistake.. wht if.. wht if..."

but how much ever interesting ending i make its gonna be just in my thoughts, coz tht event has finished..
i was soo low the next weekk..I just solaced myself telling tht he was a friend of our competing team and obviously had shown favourism..
Actually speaking the final round was no longer a competition .. it turned out to b a fight and the stage a battlefield and i had intented to win it but lost... :(
well i wud consider this as my biggest tragedy in life..
Even b4 playing the game i was visualizing our team being the winner and the smiles on our faces..
But am still not able to shrug off the sadness tht has hung around me :(