shyam

...........or atleast that's what I thought it was. It was again a dull Tuesday Morning and I was waiting to get X-rayed, I was getting a few tests done and one of the tests included this one. Just a few minutes ago I just had my blood samples collected in three different tubes at which time I asked the lady "Will it hurt a lot?" and I am very sure she laughed behind her surgical mask. After the blood samples, she pushed a small plastic container on the wooden desk towards me and asked me to get it filled with my watery waste and I promise there is nothing more humiliating than carrying the filled container all the way towards the end of hallway with people on either side. As I sat waiting to be called inside the X-ray Room, I heard a low dry cough and when I looked to my left there was an old man about 70 years or more, his skin was drooping, especially his cheeks. The drooping and the skin of his colour reminded me of a South Indian sweet dish. He was o...

What the doctor said: In this test, there will be a tube inserted inside ur anal region,you might feel some discomfort and u will be cured What I heard: In this test, a tube will be shoved up ur arse, the pain in the ass will be unbearable & u'll be screwed

"Dude...did u watch the video of iPhone 4S...they have come out with something called Siri......it reads ur messages, u can speak back to it and it answers ur query....I can't explain watch it in YouTube"....Gokul then played the video and we just sat there amazed at the new phone. My tryst with phones went as back as 2002,when mobiles were just coming into the country and only few could afford it. Few people bought for real reasons and few just bought it....and my dad was among the latter. He purchased a Motorola which had a blue backlight and it was one of the best phones i had seen at that time. The blue backlight mobile stood out amongst the black & whites. The incoming call rates per minute could easily buy a common man his breakfast. Still my dad said "It's convenient & i don't know I just like it".....and that was the i fell in love with them. Me and my brother would take turns to see it, the Blue Led would flicker once few seco...

“Dude…you quit smoking? Have you lost your mind? We are Victors…we always smoke…” This is how the reaction is when someone from my group says he quit smoking, it’s typical but that’s what made us Victors….Ravi Teja a.k.a King Teja, Arun a.k.a Juli, Hemanth a.k.a “thapraaa…” Chala & me (we had different names for different reasons)…occasionally Tapan would join us. The victors were born because of one same habit everyone had…and you must have guessed it by now. Except juli, the rest four of us were from the same college…anyways this blog isn’t about the college fun we had, this is about the no-sense talks we had at NR, the bashing up of a guy, etc. Our usual day together would start either at NR, Necklace Road or Sherton Cafe in Paradise. The hangout place at NR was a MMTS Station; it had a large entrance at one end at the station at the other end, two partitions in between with grass patch on it, the usual sight was some kids playing cricket, a lorry sprinkling water on t...

"....while you are going to Pune take all your luggage in three bags, we have one bag, buy one more and the big green suitcase can hold most of your luggage", my dad told me this a week ago before i was going to pune to do my MBA. All this striked me one day in the third semester during the mid-terms as i was staring the green suitcase remembering about my parents, my brother, Hyderabad and how much i missed all of them. We purchased the suitcase while i was in my 9th grade may be January 2001 while my dad and mom planned for a vacation in Delhi and surroundings. My parents got their LTC and were very enthusiastic about the vacation. So a week before our travel, dad got the green suitcase, a big spacious one with wheels below and clips on the top and a locking system (which we never used till now). We were all geared up, when suddenly there was a major autorikshaw strike in Hyderabad and we had to catch the train early in the morning at 5:30. Finally on the day we got o...

My interests kept on changing at different phases of my life, As a kid i wanted to be a scientist, then as i grew up i wanted to be vet, an archaeologist, a bill gates (software programmer not "the richest man on the earth") ,then i even wanted to start a metal band and become the lead guitarist, till date i never settled down for a particular interest. But one interest that always lives with me is Music; there were different music all through my life. The early music influence was from my grandfather who used to wake up the house at 5 am with   carnatic   music on tape-recorder, every time any song played on the Television he used to relate it with some   carnatic ragas, slowly I developed a little interest in   carnatic   music but could never connect with it, then the A.R.Rahman craze in the late 90s, then I drifted to few English songs like Jon   Bon   Jovi , Backstreet boys,   Westside , The five, in early millennium. By then...

"Some people are born great, some become great, some have greatness thrust upon them." Some noble person said these lines, then what about the rest, are they not humans? don't they deserve some respect?. If only Einsteins and Newtons walked on this planet, they would not be as famous as they are. "I" am not great, not intelligent but am myself. Constantly being compared with some "intellectual" group of people, not recognizing my ability and perpetually being degraded is what i have experienced throughout my life. "See how well he scores in exams", " He is the top of your class, why can't you be?", "Why don't you get good marks like her?". Sometimes i ask myself "Why am i still alive?". I have my own interests and abilities "why don't you understand that?" I ask you all "Why didn't you let me study what i wanted?". I may not a genius or an intellect, but I am what I am. T...