స్లమ్ డాగ్ ఇండియా

ఏది ఏమైనా మన రెహ్మన్ కీ రసూల్ కీ ప్రతిష్టాత్కమైన ఆస్కార్ అవార్డుని అందిన్చి పెట్టింది -- "స్లమ్ డగ్ మిలినియర్"

ఈ సినిమా గురించి అందరు అనవసరంగా గొడవ చేస్తున్నారని అనుకొనే వాడిని.
అమితాబ్ అన్నట్టు మీడియా క్రియేట్ చేసిన హడావిడి అంతా ఇంతా కాదు.
నేను కూడా ఇది అంతా ట్రాష్ అనుకున్నా.
మొన్నీ మధ్య స్వాతి లో రివ్యూ చదివాక ఆ "గొడవ" సంఘంలోకి జాయిన్ అయిపోయా.

ఆ సినిమా మీద లిట్రెల్గా ద్వేషం పెంచుకున్నాను.
సినిమా చూడకూడదని నిర్నయించుకున్నా.

కాని నిన్న చూడకూడదు అనుకుంటునే చూసాను.భోజనం చేస్తున్నప్పుడు బోరు కొట్టకుండా ఏదో ఒక సినిమా పెట్టమంటే స్లమ్ డాగ్ మిలినియర్ పెట్టారు.

పోనీలే అని నా మనసుని ఎక్స్-క్యూజ్ అడిగి సినిమా చూడటం మొదలెట్టా.

ఫాక్స్ లైట్ ఎంటర్టైన్మెన్ట్స్(హాలీవుడ్ లో మంచి బ్యానర్) అని మొదలైంది.

అ తర్వాత సినిమా మీరందరు చూసే ఉంటారు,కనుక స్టోరీ అంతగా చెప్పక్కర్లేదు అనుకుంటున్నాను.

కాబట్టి నాకొచ్చిన సందేహల్ని నివ్రుత్తి చేయగలిగితే చాలు.

నిజానికి ధారవి మురికివాడ గురించి నేను కూడా విన్నాను.
మరీ ఈ సినిమాలో చూపిన్చినంత దారునంగా ఉంటుందని మాత్రం తెలియదు.

ఒక ఎన్నారై రాసిన నవల ఆధారంగా తీసిన ఈ సినిమాలో ఇండియాని ఇంత దారునంగా చూపించడం,దానికి సెన్సార్ బోర్డ్ అనుమతి ఇవ్వడానికి కారణం ఇది ఇండియా సినిమా కాకపొవడమే.

ఎవరో బ్రిటీషర్స్ తీసిన సినిమా కాబట్టె అంత ఈజిగా సెన్సార్ పూర్తి చెయ్యగలిగారు.

ఇంక కధ విషయానికి వస్తే....
హీరో ఇంగ్లీష్ లో ఎలా మాట్లాడతాడో...అని మొదలైన డౌట్ల పరంపర సినిమా మీద చిరాకు వేసి మద్య లోనే ఆపేసే వరకు వెళ్ళింది.

హీరోకి ఏదైనా సైకలాజికల్ ప్రాబ్లం అనుకుంటా.. :-)
ఫ్రతీ క్వశ్చన్ కి అంతరంగాలు అంటూ ఒక స్టోరీ...అవీ లింకులు లేనివి.

అమితాబ్ ఆటోగ్రాఫ్ ఇచ్చే సీన్లో ....సెన్సార్ బోర్డ్ ని లాగి పెట్టి కొట్టాలి.

నవలలో జీసస్ శిలువ కింద ఏమి రాసుంటున్డని అడిగితే--సినిమాలో రాముడి చేతిలో ఆయుధం ఏమిటని అడగడం,దానికి మత ఘర్షనలు చూపిన్చడం అక్కడ రాముడి వేషంలో ఒక కుర్రాడు...ఎంటో....

స్కీన్ ప్లే ని ఒక నవల నుంచి తీసుకుంటే ఒరిజినల్ కన్నా బాగా చెయ్యాలి.కాని వీళ్ళు ఉన్న దాన్ని చెడగొట్టారు.

ఇంక హీరో పెద్దగా అయ్యాక అసలు భరించలేమని చూడడం ఆపేసి నిద్రపోయాను.

అనిల్ కపూర్ "హూ వాన్ట్స్ టు బీ ఎ మిలీనియర్" అని అంటాడు.కాని మ్యూజిక్ మాత్రమ్ "కౌన్ బనేగా క్రోర్ పతి అని వస్తుంది.

ఐనా ఇండియాలో మురికివాడలు,అడుక్కుతినే పిల్లలు,మత ఘర్షనలు,దొంగ ముఠాలు,వ్యభిచారం,కాల్ సెంటర్లో మతలబలు ఇవేనా....???? కాదు ఎంత మాత్రం కాదు.

ఈ విషయాన్ని ముందు మనం తెలుసుకొని
ఆ తర్వాత మిగిలిన ప్రపంచానికి చెబితే బాగుంటుంది.

అప్పటి వరకు మనం బయట ప్రపంచానికి "స్లమ్ డాగ్ ఇండియా"లాగానే కనిపిస్తూ ఉంటాం.

అప్పటివరకు ....
"జయహో రహమాన్"...
ఉస్కొ ఉస్కో "స్లమ్ డాగ్"...

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)

Gone days.....as ELTP

ELTP 897– 899 - “Coolest” n “talented” B.Sc batch....that SLC has ever seen……and will ever see..!!!!!! …….and me extremely glad n proud to be part of it….

The Entry Level Technology Program (ELTP)... I know it doesn’t pull any string in your heart...except until you are a great ELTP...but it’s more than Strings for me... it’s something so close to me...My days as an ELTP in Satyam...those were the fabulous 4 months that will be the closest to my heart always..
On 26th June, 2008 a group of around 80 innocent ,Kid & Kind-hearted people entered SSL (Satyam School of leadership), Where we had or Reporting or Joining Formalities....

The big Hitech Hall it was a world class technology centre with heavy international look, I didn’t believe at once if I was sitting in that hall, it was a beauty to watch the hi-tech room. – Cool AC – new faces – Corporate Culture’s fears – Rakesh, Gopi, Katty and I entered the Real BIG world...

We all had seated in a single row...and I didn’t miss to wave hands to Rajahmundry girls...I was little worried...Bcoz I didn’t find our College beauty Teju there in the hall...
After few minutes Gorgeous Tripura, Sreekanth, Praddy entered the hall.
We started filling tooooo many forms.

The funniest thing happened when I was filling my form. I was filling everything in a hurry... After everything was filled we were supposed to cross check the things that we had filled. We were told to cross check it with our neighbouring partners. I remember I was sitting next to Bharath (Rao garu) and Rakesh on Left hand side.. Rao garu is tallying his sheet with Sudheer and Rake-Rakesh with Karthik...So with whom I should tally.. I was frustrated a little and the funniest things were when I was tallying every column of mine with that of Rao garu, there was a column called languages known. And I to best of knowledge wrote English, Hindi & Telugu. then I was comparing it with Rao garu....and to my surprise he had written something far from what I had written, C, C++, java n all seeing that within a fraction of second I hide my form from Rao garu’s sight so that he could not read what I had written. I then stroked it of that column so that nobody should get even closer to what was written there before. I was laughing on myself. I never told it to anybody. But ya I was really laughing on myself,,

I even couldn’t forget the First food in Satyam – Horrible man....

All the happiness got vanished when we told we were on hold due to lack of Computer Certificates.

The Saga at My home Hub on 27th June is as big as our Satyam way book...

Finally they told that we were “IN”

The first day 30th June 2008..

The buses are waiting at Mayfair, Begampet to take all of us to STC-Satyam technology Centre.

We waved back to all the Parents.

SLC-Satyam Learning Centre is place for ELTP....it was just beside STC-parking. we had Started our career there as an ELTP, and getting the brand name as Satyamite... Even we are in job still us r in like college.

The 15 days Pre ELTP course – it Created a mini Tsunami in the minds of non-CS students...Oh god..

At last the batches were divided after our first OLA (online assessment) called as SPOT.

I was in the IMS directed batch with 31 other buddies—where all chemistry bugs are thrown into. with 7 CS Geniuses(Bharathi,Manasa,Latha,Pratyu,Ritika,Shashi, & Zak).

The Training part—and Dorms kahanies are so long so that U can read in another post...

Old IT block - STC

Those Tuesday saree sessions... those amazing breakfasts and evening snacks at the Dorms/SLC cafe...

And the best part was...of course the assessments... Thanks to all Facilitators,expecially to Chinnajee and Hari sir for long losting relationship with us..

ahh..Santosh Pandey... oww wat a program manager man...he backed us so much -- I think...just for whatsoever reason... according to him we were never "PROACTIVE"...
And no one can forget our funny seminars...(Me and Pratyu – as the Great Seminar Reps)people, Just because they had been given a chance, spoke about what all and what not... so much for one 15 minute seminar....and that seminars actually became the Great fun – Actually headache for me and Pratyu.Those days of studies...all masti and no studies... all we knew was that we were making something great rather than breaking wat was already there... On exam day...we use to think of team work but our team didn’t have a deliverable cuz of our soooo effortful efforts.. :)Those shopping seasons in Koti, Sec’bad... those trips on weekends..especially those visits to Kompally Cine Planet --necklace road...those hot hot biryanis in paradise...those bowls of yummy Haleem... it’s all magic...I think it still gives me a nice flavour in my mouth..

And who cud forgets the awesssssome Alankrita day (Out bound)...what a day and watte major fun..!! The DJ is Unforgettable also It gave me good B.Tech friends..Our friend ship is still alive through my mailing lists.

The day we went for Sisu vihar
I couldn’t forget the day--those who fought 2 get d best seat when the bus had arrived... the Cold war between the northie and southie gang in the bus over which language song the driver should play...thank GOD the driver fed up with us and So he actually stopped playing songs after a few minutes...ahh
Some memories of the ELTP days, time which I spent wid them... yeah! There were lot many people with whom I had real nice bonding, they are simply unforgettable... the time we spent in the evening with each other in that cold breeze walking around STC campus, and those discussions and practice sessions we had for the cultural evening purpose... lot many to mention writing one or two lines will not do any justice, so there shall be a complete post dedicated to the ELTP days in this blog some time later for sure!! and also there will a post on the THEM too... ha ha say a tribute to the relationship(interpretations are all yours).
I just love these.... also I couldn’t forget the day when we watched the movie Tare Zameen Par-- that was being shown in amphi open theatre at STC-Club..that too in Rain – Especially watching beside Appu...

Satyam Culb - STC

And and and our ever so sweet nagaraju domala.. he was d lifeline of SLC (it seems) anyways..those were not the days of impressions.....but who knew in those days that project allocation was all random...based on luck... :)
And these were the things the ELTP dreams were made of...all we knew was that IMS has a load of (even onsite) opportunities... and we are now part of a BIG BIG corporate world... and we r gonna enter REAL projects and work for REAL BIG (fortune 500) clients... little did we know on the dirt we are getting ourselves into...all we knew was that we were Network engineers (Still in the Making stage)...gonna meet big people...gonna be doing some major big stuff in life.. :)
I miss those days...more than what any words could ever describe...those days have given me more than I can ever say... :)I will cherish every bit of it always.. :)

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.