Tamil vs Sanskrit

Hate these language wars, these are not less than religion wars. In both cases one want to prove the supremacy over all others.
and may be It's easy to prove which language is older (No one has yet proved) than to convince people.
It is much easier to assume which language is older (be it Sanskrit or Tamil). But, it is hard to unite Indians, if they get divided again & again.

It is very difficult to deal with people. Both Languages are great in my opinion, might be contemporary, both the oldest, the parent languages of the world (atleast for Subcontinent). Usually there are two parents right?  So why to fight ?

language is a tool we use to communicate. Each language have rich cultural heritage. Not just one alone. I gave the parents example for sake of understanding. Every language has an evolution. Borrows words or give words. Latin, roman, Sanskrit, Prakrit, Telugu, Urdu or whatever. None of the present languages evolved independently. you can see many interlink words.While someone feel proud about their language, they should even understand the other person has same sought (In few cases More or Less) of pride for their own. 'Cultural' heritage can't be projected as language heritage. Only each language speaking people of SAME area have same culture. Though the language is like a root map for culture, it cant be a map by itself. For example I see vast culture difference among telugus in AP itself. Same case with TN, Lankan, Malaysian tamils. WB and Bangladesh Bengalis, Never forget about the  culture differences between hindi speaking states. 

After all, In India for every 100KMs, we see a different slang, food habits, traditions etc.
As in relationship, if some one tries to prove their supremacy contiguously that would end up a breakup. Same here with people fighting religion/language supremacy will only end up with hatred among their hearts.

కంగ్రాట్స్ టు పద్మశ్రీ

Shame on us, to give just a 'Padmasri' for Bapu gaaru.
ఆయన కళ రంగానికి చేసిన కృషికి గౌరవం ఇదేనా? He is an artist, caricaturist, cartoonist, film director, calligrapher. His font is very popular and basically he is a man of so many achievements but none of them got the due credit. His Movies, his telugu font, his paintings..what not...all his service to Art of India deserve, not less than BharataRatna. Yes He deserves it. జానకి గారి లా, బాపు కుడా అవార్డు తీసుకోనంటే బాగుంటుంది. Govt gives same award to Saif ali khan and Bapu..so did jury feel they did same service to ART?.. isn't this shame?



లతాజి కన్నా, సుశీల, జానకి ఎందులో తక్కువ? ఇంకా లత కన్నా ఎక్కువ భాషలు, వైవిధ్యమైన పాటలు పాడారు. Padma awards, this late to Janaki and even Suseela...shame again..Cant we India honor our own citizens Properly? why this blue eye on South every year? and at least they got padma, all that too coz of TN's representation. we should thank Govt of TN for this.




Every word below is damn true..

ఆలోచించండి...

ఆలోచించండి...

Monday Morning

Recollecting my College days...
We are all having fun. We are dancing to the tunes of A.R.Rehman.We all forget that its 3.00 AM in morning. We all forget that it is the time of devils. We are all conscious in our unconscious mind. We all forget that it is Monday (or Sunday night). Then after some time, when everyone got tired, we start talking about interesting things (girls!!!). After one hour we are all tired, our legs started to pain. We went to bed.
Tringggg...Tringggg...

Cinderella is in our dreams vanishes.., devil's voice enters our ears in the form of alarm. The dream should not be disturbed, this will be our motto. We move our hand in every direction without straining our eyelids. We try to feel the sound of alarm by our hand (and not by our ears..). After rigorous effort we find the alarm clock, we get it closer. After few seconds of struggle, we open our eyelids. The whole world looks dark. We don't want to see anything except for the arms in clock. We see the time and it shows 7:25 AM.
Then we try to recollect our memory. We remember the timetable. We remember that there is lecturer waiting for us. We try to get out of the bed. We try to fight against the Cinderella. We battle against the bed (which always invites us). We hate the lecturer for a moment. We know we are fighting against a cause which one cannot win. Then after few minutes of struggle you give up. We go to bed. You forget about the lecturer. You forget about the class. The only thing you remember is that you are with Cinderella.
Then suddenly you'll die in the hands of Villain (in your dreams). You wake up. Your dream is broken. You sit straight on the bed. Then you look at the watch. It shows what you don't want to see. The time is 11:30 AM. Then you remember the lecturer..you remember the grades. You remember the classes you missed. You are not happy. You forget anything and everything about Cinderella. You wish u had won the battle. You wish u were at home (and not hostel). You wish you were with your mother, who would have kicked you and send to your class.
Then after some time you realize it is lunch time. You get up from bed and take the brush, go to the bathroom and try to brush your teeth, you see your friends coming back from class. Then you feel ashamed (but show off as if you are doing something great).
Then you decide to write down your feelings and waste one more hour of your life.
Thank you for reading this...
(Inspired by Mark Twain)

Do you think you are right all the time..?

My friends have decided to pass a fatwa against my blog If I didn’t stop writing about myself and start writing something which didn’t concern to only my world.

So I dug my brain, went deep, very very deep. After my mining voyage I have decided to apologize you all. I didn’t find anything which is out of my world there. So to save myself from reputation of another Rushdie or Taslima, I have decided to write the following content.

Don’t let yourself to fall in Confusion after reading this Ok.. :-)

After getting into the Job of this…
I think of those days when I dreamt of being a journalist cum Animator.
I was decided to become a journalist in my 10th class.

But no way after my 10th. So I decided to Complete 10+2 and then join in BJMC (Bachelor of Journalism & Mass Communications). For the same sake I’ve avoided B.Tech. But time paved me to B.Sc from there to IT industry (Which I used to hate a lot…You can’t expect wats the extent my haterdness. (My College Friends know it much better).

So Why am I not putting (have not put) an effort into it? May be I am not creative enough? May be I don’t have the zeal to be a (gr8) writer? May be my Parents didn’t convince with my Reasons. What happened to those days when I thought writing & Creativity is the only way to show my true self..?
Past has gone…
I am not that guy who thinks Kal ho na ho.
I wish I had more time (or could create some) to spare for this everlasting passion of mine. But this post isn’t about my aspiration or a list of excuses for lack of willpower.
It’s ok, but why I need to write this post..?

First thing

Many of my friends are masters in their respective talents…
Also many of those don’t have Independence to choose their own career.

We can’t blame Parents, because they always expect good for us.
But I am saying about those guys who are around you. And masked as FRIENDS and try to play with your feelings. It’s about persons who underestimate you. Not only this they even mislead you with sweet words.

Even though they know talent in you. They discourage you. And give Comments and stupid reasons. Tries to sketch your future path colorfully. All they do basing on their own Knowledge. All might not be Correct. But for sure All are not wrong. People may say you are still a kid to choose your career.
Yes First of all I am a kid (I am still unaware with the art of deceiving and I am still honest!) Before I underline my point you should know what made me to this post...

I thank you guys for your tolerance....but this post is for persons who didn’t and couldn’t Understand Others feelings.

I know it’s hard to think by standing in others shoe. But it’s not tough to do.

On the other hand,

If you have given a Suggestion – May be if you have given a Comment. What do you get in return? Analysis of your character, citing you as an example of person who warn or harm others. Calling you a sadist, who seeks amusement by undermining people. A selfish person, who judges others, just for personal satisfaction. Claiming that you are a kind of person that should be avoided!!!

I wanna ask all those..“What do you expect? Please tell me from next time what you want to hear. I will exactly do that.... do you expect everyone in the world to think the way you do? Is that so!!Then please inform before... we will all turn into stereotypes that would have emerged out of your imagination? Then you are nothing less than a god!!

Then comes third,

Something bad has happened. Whom we have to blame now..?? Me again..??
I’ve given my opinion. I didn’t insist you to take that decision.

Why should I blame for your decisions?? So Now, What do you expect from me??? An apology? Then you win. I am sorry for giving an honest opinion. I am sorry I didn’t act mature like all the TRUE FRIENDS. There you have them….

Friends all the above things comes with EGO.

I just think all these people are overpowered by their Egos. I know criticism hurts, I love to be a critic.

Even I have been criticized but if I didn’t consider it, then it’s only my world out there (self centric or it would be a santosh centric).

Everyone tries to justify their acts. It’s a human nature, their justification is based on whatever knowledge they have developed in their life. But you should have proper decision making skills.
Do you think you are right all the time and people with Opposite thoughts are always wrong…Is it..??

Then please leave your address, I want to meet you (You have redefined the rules of nature. I surely would like to troche you :-) :-)

Remember everyone is an angel in their thought. But real ones are those who are in others thoughts.

Chandamama--Charminar Express

It was 3rd November. I was in my First Journey to Chennai.

The reason why I remember this journey is one person. And, to dramatize what has happened.

It was the evening time. All Of us (Me,Shashi,Ramu,Murali,Ramya,Janaki & Santhoshi) and All other Who Came for Sendoff are Much tensed. Also everybody is in tears (Bcoz we r leaving all of our friends). The Charminar Express Came Slowly from the Nampally Station.We got into the Train Quickly. All 4 girls settled in S10 and We 3 boys got berths in S3.

We just left the platform, waving goodbye to everyone on the platform.

For those who do not know these train journeys in India, go and try….Get a new life!

Novembers in Hyderabad are generally chilly and occasionally Romantic. The cold breeze, light blue skies and white clouds decorates the city.

It gives me great pleasure when I look at those skies…, calm and peaceful. May be God always thinks how to paint that huge canvas.

After Setteling the Berth Issue of Janaki in S10. I was back to my seat. I am too selfish to leave the window seat to anyone and we were slowly leaving Hyderabad, 30 minutes into the journey. I was enjoying the air with my palm and the rest of the people are still working out on other stuff like who sleeps where, who eats what and when. Ramu was busy searching for another window seat.

We had our dinner around 8.30 and slowly the light started disappearing into the wild Forests. Most of the folks in the train were busy eating and there was a different and uneasy calm. I normally prefer sleeping on the upper berth. By the way, there are normally 6 berths on one side and 3 berths on other .I found the other two were still empty. I guess someone would either join us in the middle of the journey or they might just be ours to enjoy... :)

I was a great fan of Chandamama and since I knew we are going to have a long journey... It will come all the way with us till Morning. So I am watching it by peeping through window. I was habituated to the late bed Bcoz of Late night chats in STC, I felt bored… the train is in an unknown Station for a short time. I think it was close to 10 pm and I almost decided to shut my eyes down. I could hear odd noises at the time of the hour. I got up …disturbed by some noise in our side of the train. Two got into the Train for the other two berths that were empty. Both were females (hm mm!). I thought it was a grandma & grandchild combination and of course I found later that I was right.

There were some adjustments regarding berths. I acted as though I was sleeping….At last the grandchild had only choice was to take top berth, that to facing my berth. She might be in her teens just like me and for a second I felt that she might me little older than me or may be of same age. You now know my happiness, do you?

Chandamama, my favorite is Showering cool. Sometimes, you will be just lucky, you shouldn't ask why, it happens! All my fellow passengers went into deep sleep. The grandma is already sleeping. While I was watching my Chandamama in diff angles. I then saw her going on to the top berth, we saw each other casually and smiles were exchanged.

Luck favored me again; Ramu wanted my Chandamama, i.e. His lower berth I had reluctantly gave away my Chandamama. But, things weren't that bad. She spoke to me a while after settling-in Upper berth; "Hi! My name is …...". Now when a girl (she was really beautiful) says "Hi!", you normally give her a smile, I should say a funny face, but I told you that luck was on my side, so instant words came …. "Santosh" and gave a Stupid Salute (while she was giving a Shake hand) and I was happy that something has started.

She had a pillow and a blanket with her and she rested her lovely face in her palms with elbows resting on the pillow(like Bapu Bomma). If at all I was a poet, I would have written a Poem, If I’ve been a painter (of course I am), colors would flow from my brush, and it would be wonderful to watch. We slowly started talking to each other (remember, that rest of the train was almost asleep) and then came the little sad part. She told that she was doing her MCA 2nd year. Normally, girls look bigger than their age and I was misleader too and I should say that I was disappointed, a little. I decided to make this small journey a memorable one, at least for me… and we talked about many topics. One bad thing (actually good) about me is that... I will pour myself on everything and the opposite persons are normally impressed, but sometimes it goes over.

But now I wanted to listen only to her and not say anything, just listen and watch (actually I was staring) we spoke to each other about an hour and I was already a hero. Sometimes, we will meet few people some day in your life and we would like to spend the rest of the life with them, she was exactly that. Please do not think this to be a 'bada hero dialogue'. It may be, but that is what I felt at that time. However my thoughts were…, she was 1 year older than me and things will not work out. I am writing exactly what I felt at that time and my brain is now thinking about that.

It was not funny at that time and she simply mesmerized me, with a wonderful smile, a charming face and best personality. I decided to reserve the best part of my life to her.Minutes later we said each other "Good Night", while she pulled her blanket over, I was prepared to read some book for few minutes and end up for the night. Moments later, I could not concentrate on my book and even did not stop looking at her (I guess she already slept) face. I stepped down from my berth and walked slowly to the compartment door. Someone was smoking at the door, and thank God, he just finished and left from there. With a big thinking, I just stood by the door, looking at the dark sky and a fast passing dark houses and my chandamama. I left my brain continue thinking about her staring outside the door for about the next 10 minutes.

I felt sleepy but uncomfortable, my eyes were staring outside and all of a sudden I’ve noticed the girl of my dreams (unslept) was right beside me. She said "Hi" and asked me if I am not getting sleep. I took few seconds to believe that she had the same sleepless condition and was searching for me. We spent least 2 hours at the door again chatting about everything below the Chandamama.

We finally decided to stop and go back to our beds. Now comes the real surprise of my life. She gave me wonderful good night gift, LITTLE HEARTS and I will never forget that moment.

 We came back to our berths and started talking again.

I was continuing my stupid political talk.

I donno when she was slept but she is already in deep sleep.

I also went into deep sleep staring at my new Chandamama (her face).

Ramu Woke me up at 7AM. We are in the Outskirts of Tamilnadu.

I searched for her.....but it’s vain.
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Did She got down someWhere...??

Nop

Nop

:-( :-(....
I've come to Know …

It’s a DREAM……. :-P

Am Waiting for you my dear Chandamama.....Still VACANCY board in my Heart...

Memories are old books in our brain, Sometimes They may Cherish & Refresh us like this.