Rivers flowing in Telagana region, but
I was wondering, how come I had never taken a flight from Hyderabad-New York via Frankfurt, never found smelling currency in my bank account or never drove an Audi. But still, I strongly believe I’m the happiest person living!! Putting before you a few sessions of my confidence which led to happiness!!
Since my final year of Engineering I was very much fascinated about cinema. At a very young age ManiRatnam made me inclined towards filmmaking, RGV during my adolescence and Sekhar Kammula influenced me with Anand. Though I was not into any craft of film making directly, I rendered how a scene can be gripped on my own way in writing. Writing gradually came out of my interest. I did not create any miracle but, scripting made me strong and happy, as I am never before. How writing made me happy…..in my words….
Initially I was a bit sceptical blogging some stories that were little close to reality. This time I wanted to make much closer to the human truth. This happened when my friend Raghu was discussing with me about blogging and happy living. I started blogging immediately I read “Five point Someone”. Of course, I read and inspired. With the recent “2 States”, I felt I can perform better than Chetan Bhagat, who frequently uses sex as a seduction in all his. Hey, my confidence levels aren’t high; it’s an approach to which my views were given a silhouette. I found immense satisfaction in writing. So I made it….
At my early stage of writing I was little timid exposing my feelings in public. But, some external power made me open-up my views (may be the girl in the train!!). So happened, “Signs of Love” which was true….by nature!! It gave me an enormous confidence and happiness that I never attained. Though people did not enjoy my other writings to that extent, I did not stop. Coz, I felt, my pleasure feels bad….just like
"సరదాకి సిగ్గేస్తే.....మంచికి మొహమాటం అడోచ్చినట్టు!!"
“Saradaki Siggesthe.…..Manchiki Mohamatam Adochchinattu”.
I was happy blogging!! But, due to little down in my career…..i stopped blogging in the name of “Career Concentration”. IT’S A LIE.
“Siggu” and “Mohamatam” overlapped at one stage……So, I stopped blogging for quiet a while.
Recently, I attended an interview with an MNC in
The truth is that, all these days I masked myself in the name of refurbishing my career. To be honest, it was false! “My real contentment lies in blogging. Coz, I gain a lot of confidence in writing….so in a way I’m boosting myself to perform more in doing other activities. I do get lot more satisfaction and this fulfilment doesn’t let me feel lonely or feel dejected….” i have these words in heart, but shared by raghu during our recent conversation. So, these words hammered me and awaken the Self-Actualization!!
Very few people go with their interests…..some times people hesitate doing anything of their wish. It was because of hundreds of eyes watching them. Even I made the same mistake. During my study, I found few eyes watching and very few hearts caring, when it comes to reality. my roomies & close buddies were among them.
పని ఉన్న వాడికి పక్కవాడి ప్రయత్నాలు పట్టించుకునే ప్రాధాన్యం తక్కువ కదా!
“I made a habit of complimenting a person who has done good or favour in any form. Say, it can be……..not using mobile while driving (or) a person with good traffic sense etc. They feel happy!! I attended my close friends wedding in
I do not do all these for any credibility…….I do for my happiness, my world, my life.
Just try to reach out to your happiness…..Congratulate, Wish a good luck, Inspire and Encourage the people before you. You would be amazed how everyone around you will respond--and how much better you will feel.
Anyway the point of this whole article is that I am just so fascinated and intended to see people happy, be optimistic, be funny…..I just live in the moment of real self-actualization and love every person deeply. All these make me stand confident with happiness. Finally, my close buddies are also a reason for my rear, pure and eternal nature!
PS: I requested a 40 yr old, not to use his mobile while driving……in return, I was bashed with the world’s worst language.
Shocked….really shocked by looking her mesmerizing figure which was pounding my heart beat 100 upon 70!! I could not resist myself looking at her. She threw a seductive smile simply like a model posing during a photo shoot. But, this was totally different.
My left portion of the chest was chuckling with joy. I stayed calm, being bowled with her sharp looks. But, my mood was in high spirits, like all emotions blended in a mixer. I started noticing her dress. She wore a white salwar khameez bordered yellow. I could see her slim back which got transparent due to her wet hair. Think…..she had freshly bathed. Girls look awesome soon after the bath. Suddenly, she stepped back and came to my side and ordered me to pray, as it is a must before god. She said with an apathetic voice….which I didn’t clearly listen. But, I understood her.
The necklace she wore was beautiful with white colored diamonds studded to it which had a yellow teardrop pendant which was almost down her chest. My eye balls focused with a telescopic look to an extreme left pointing her pendant. It was unable for me to resist even before god.
Suddenly all the lights were switched off for aarthi. The prayer hall turned silent except some sounds of bangles being heard which were quite rhythmic. She hold my hand and taken more closely as we were standing little behind the devotees. The hall would have capacited 100 people on Saturday, but there were about 25, as it was mid-week. While the priests performing aarthi, She covered her head with her scarf. Thanks for the bold decision taken by her otherwise I would have completely burnt up with rising temperatures. Donno, why my looks always deviated looking at the beautiful pendant. Not my mistake……I blame the pendant……it was too deep belowww.…...
She hold my hand firmly as if she was nervous. Very tight….i was enjoying the sugariness of a beautiful girl holding my hand. While, I kept my fingers of my right hand kris-crossed with an unbearable pressure!!
‘Hey, what you are doing,’ I said, asking her to leave my sweetened hand. I just acted, though I liked the firm touch of her for several minutes. I broke the chain, looking at another slim girl dressed in a sleeveless choodidhar. She looked at me with her eyes burning like fire balls.
‘Usually, girls very easily open up their anger which was clearly shown by their expressive eyes. Especially, while boys looking amusingly at another beauty. But, sometimes they act smart during these hypothetical scenarios.’
Slowly, we walked and sat at a corner of the one-acre temple lawn. I bent on my knees and sat, opposite her. She had taken out the prasadam and offered me along with a piece of coconut.
‘My eyes again started looking intently at the pendant which was happily rested on a pale-beautiful-soft-skin. Thinking what would be my juncture if I would have been a pendant for a while. This time I was sitting very close opposite to her. My face was very few-inches away from the pendant. Slowly, she rested on her right hand keeping her legs the opposite side. Suddenly, the pendant lost its control and moved to its right, hiding behind her khameez-top.’
Plchchch…..i murmured myself.
‘No, this is not the place for all these blazing emotions,’ I said in a pleasing voice, again looking down below her neck.’
‘What? Blazing emotions?? What makes you blaze at such a peaceful place.’ She asked.
I stayed calm…..killing her with my inventive looks, with three lines on my forehead.
‘But, I pray god to listen all these emotions, as we were very close to him. She replied with a positive tone’. ‘Meanwhile, I was in a no-care mood eating the prasadam as the pendent went behind V-cut of her top.’
‘srujan, why don’t you open up??’ she asked, nipping my thigh hard-enough which made people turn around us suddenly. Indian people are like news channels, they focus an utmost unimportant issue to a top rated with red-underlined!! Soon, I acted as if I was hurt smashing a half-broken coconut.
‘Stoppp….!!!’ I shouted at her, as I lost my patience. In a short while, her eyes turned red with clouded tears, resembled like they were pumping out from a borewell!! Soon, I was chilled and felt awful hurting her. I collected a drop of her running-tear from her beautiful pink-bubbly cheek. I thought of kissing her.….but, the multi-noice temple bells remembered me in the background and avoided performing the most exciting lovable act in the universe. I hold her petal-feel like beautiful hands in myne strongly, giving her an impermanent assurance.....to calm her down!! Girls are complicated and their acts are complex!!
She feels I’m the best person on earth and herself the luckiest. She celebrates each and every moment when I accompany her. She expects her life to go simple, I intend to present her a Guinness-great. I aspire to carry these celebrations all her life. I want to gift an uncountable surprises throughout……coz, I’m a bundle of surprises!! I dream seeing her laugh turn to tears…….the same tears to happiness and offer me a gigantic hug!! A hug that can be kept deeeep in my heart forever……all my life…….as a treasure which cannot be found, as a tattoo which cannot be erased and an unfulfilled journey that has no end.
Looking for the big day! I join hands with u!!
When is the Big Day??? When would I tie the knot?? God only knows the question!!
Thanks & Regards
Thanks & Regards