November 8, 2011

"The Job"

“The sun woke up very early at 5:56 am. It leisurely started climbing high with a doubt in its mind, which is not willing to showcase its personality. Trying to mask its identity with the assistance of its colleagues called ‘clouds’. It is acting similar to Rajiv, who is lying on his bed like a lethargic idiot.”

“Something smashed at the centre of his stomach, spoiling his sleep. Rajiv suddenly woke up and immediately dressed in formal. He didn’t even glance towards the tooth brush or care the close-up lying isolated, early in the morning. He picked his Identity card, a huge back pack which is stuffed with some private matter and left his home. He reached office within very few minutes from his start on an age old automot. He parked his vehicle and as soon as he approached the atrium, the security started staring at him and at the huge heritage wall-clock, simultaneously. The gateman approached him for a safety check without losing an eye contact with the clock, which was ticking 6:24 am. Rajiv’s hurry was pounding high and ran from the place after finishing it.”

“The gateman curved a bit to get a clue on his rush and found Rajiv using the staircase to reach the 5th floor. Probably at that moment, he might felt there could be no other shortest route except stairs.”

“Rajiv tossed his heavy backpack towards his desk on the right and immediately kicked a door lying adjacent to his left. After some noisy exertion created by him, the floor went on silent for few minutes. It appeared like a stadium with no spectators with almost all seats lying empty, waiting for their owners, except one at the centre. It was occupied by ‘Sreyobhilaash’. All of a sudden Sreyobhilaash heard some sounds of water irrigating the washroom. Initially he assumed it could be the house-keeping, later he suspected it is someone from the company payroll and raised his eye-brows questioning himself, finding the identity of the person. He stared at the huge backpack lying unaccompanied and directionless on the floor, with his eyes wide open.”

(Door Opening)

“Rajiv entered the work area turning fresh and wet from the wash room. Sreyobhilaash elevated his head and moved his eyes towards his ‘Tissot’ and said,

“Its still 6:57 am! And, I believe this is not true Rajiv. You had never walked-in before 10 am and what happened to you today??” He shouted loud, gazing at the floor-mat.

“Hey, hey…..come on! Don’t say you had a shower here!” Sreyobhilaash questioned with lots of uncertainty in his mind.

“Yes, I did. What’s wrong?” Rajiv answered and threw another question immediately.

“What happened to your place?” Sreyobhilaash dialogued and turned towards his laptop.

“Arey, Paani nahin hain. Don’t fuck my mind. Motor kharaab hua! Rajiv screamed with some seriousness and impatience.

“But, why so early? That too in the morning?” He started coiling him again.

“Abbe, tereko shaam ko aatha hain kya??” annoyed Rajiv with more anger.

“Free of cost nah!! Smart idea dude!” Said Sreyobhilaash with no hesitation.

“Rajiv looked at Sreyobhilaash with some chilli powdered in his eyes and immediately left for cafeteria on the 2nd floor.”

(Employees Entering, 9:00 am)

“It was nine, when Sridhar started walking towards his desk and meanwhile he saw Sahithya resting her back-pack on her table. Sridhar approached her and greeted, “Hi Sahithya, Good morning! “And walked towards his desk.”

He suddenly paused for a moment during the walk, slowly turned back and dialogued “Sahithya……Last night!”

“Haan….Last night?” Sahithya questioned with her mouth wide open.

“Its Srujan who carried me home last night.” Said Sridhar and giggled.

“Shut up Idiot! Can’t you breathe without having a sip of drink every day? Before I throw something on you, go and start your work, Don’t irritate me.” She said.

“Living life this way is supreme Sahithya.” Sridhar advised and started browsing Facebook.

Sahithya turned her head back and said “Close you Facebook account and start your work. We have a release in short.” plugging her laptop charger.

“Sridhar kept quite. His calm resembled almost similar to a kid.”

(Clock Ticking)

“Sridhar appeared as if he was working seriously, until the clock advanced for few minutes. The change in his idioms appeared as if he is over-reacting for a silly reason. Finally, it happened to be a photograph posted on his Facebook account and wondering why it couldn’t gather any attention from his 500 odd friends and again turned towards Sahithya.”

“Sahithya, I uploaded our team picture last week on the facebook and interestingly it didn’t receive even a comment or atleast 1 single like.”

“Hmmm”, she said.” Sahithya actually didn’t respond much, as she was eagerly staring at her Vista machine which was loading nonstop.

(Person entering during conversation - Pulling the seat)

“Dude, are you still expecting highest likes for our team? Turn and see the most tedious faces around. It’s been some 2 years we had seen a beautiful female team member. Stella(Srinivasa Rao Tella-Manager) doesn’t know the techniques to keep the environment live and active.” I Said, sharing suspect kinda good morning looks to everyone around, pulling my seat.”

Sahithya turned back seeing me and said “Ohh……you arrived!”

“Yes, I am!” Said I, “with a smile.” And turned towards Sridhar, who is still looking unhappy.

“I kept all my workplace gadgets on the table and started scanning my inbox for troublesome emails of the day. Luckily I found there were no emails leading to my death and again turned back calling ‘Saheeeeth-ya’.”

“Goddd…..I consider the first 5 minutes of your arrival as a gift. The rest of the day in the office is like hell. Can’t you zip your lips and allow people to work?” She irritated slightly and questioned hardly turning behind. She appeared as if she painted her eyes in red. Her glasses added much contrast and brightness to her looks”

“Oh, Aditya!” said I, “to know his whereabouts, and glanced towards my laptop screen.Over there, he’s online”. I shouted the moment I spotted him on the communicator with a green light resembling a railway signal.”

(Conversation Started in Communicator)

Srujan : “Office?”

Aditya : “Nah……no mood of attending!”

Srujan : “Any strong reason behind?”

Aditya : “Will let you know this Friday”

Srujan : “Why on a particular Friday? We shall sit tonight and discuss boss.”

Aditya : “FRIDAY, I SAID”

“I felt the capital letters mirrored his mood and he suddenly disappeared from the communicator.”

“I started assuming his situation and stood at my place. I observed everyone working seriously which featured like they are deeply in love with their Laptop’s. So, I moved towards Sahithya and brake’d abruptly to avoid her lecture once again.”

“So, I went slowly forward upon my way and heard…….”

“Srujan!” she called with sugary tone.

“A sudden call from her amazed me. Felt like a wonderful opportunity and landed beside her taking less than 2 footsteps from the place I paused.”

“I think Aditya left for vizag on some important work last week right?” Sahithya questioned me.

“Is it?” I refuted her statement trusting Aditya.

“What important work he has? Except grinding his mood unnecessarily and avoids attending the office.” I said.

“What? Are you sure that he is not in today?” Sahithya questioned again.

“Yeah, he is online. He is working from home today.” I said.

“You said he grinded his mood, he is working from home and now I am worried what else could have happened during the weekend. But, I actually expected some sweets and smile from him today.” She shared.

“Ohh…..Any news?” I questioned her.

“Nothing!”, she said and tried skipping the topic.

“Noooo….I shouted! Making everyone on the floor lift their head’s and zoom-in their eyes on what’s the reason behind my shout.”

“Sahithya adjusted a little with my huge shout and looked towards me with anger.”

“Then tell me what the gossip is? I am dying! Please Sahithya, please” I demanded.

“Okey! Listen! Aditya went to……” She paused, seeing Rajiv and sreyobhilash passing us.

“Aditya went to see a girl in vizag.” She disclosed finally.

“The moment I heard the news, I collapsed on my chair and started laughing. Saying, ‘he went to see a girl!!’ So, he is ready for his marriage. But, there should be parents who offer a girl to him right!”

“Anyways, do this way! Call him on his mobile and enquire about the result. I am sure that he shares with you. Give a try. And, make sure that I am nowhere in the picture. Else, the floor is aware of my acts.”

“She stared at me for few seconds and nodded her head agreeing to call Aditya”

(Mobile Ringing)

“I started dialing virtually in my mind and parallely counted the number of rings Sahithya is hearing directly. Sahithya was expressionless for the initial 6 rings of the dial, in return making me clueless.”

“As every man always has an extra pounding interest on others matters, and so, I am no exception from it. It was a moment of struggle and depression to listen to a clue. Suddenly, I saw Sahithya letting out few words and made me an enthusiast to quickly fast forward her words to know the reason behind Aditya’s unavailability. So, I quickly parked my ears beside her. But ended up in hearing some murmurings of ‘ummm’ and ‘hmmm’ from her, incessantly making me clueless.”

“Well, goodbye,” she said, and held the phone on her table. That goodbye fueled lots of happiness in me.

“What’s news?” I questioned her, seriously!

“She looked straight and said, he seems to be dejected as the girl rejected.”

“Oh, what a moment-this is the moment, I said” and immediately bowled over and made myself threw into the chair with a loud laugh with a racing breathe.

(Phone Ringing)

“Sru-jan!” The caller questioned using my name.

“Yes. May I know to whom am I speaking with?” said I, with an agitated tone.

“This is Satish Sadasiva. Can you make yourself available on the 2nd floor, meeting room-206 at 12:15?”

“Yes, said I.” The next moment I could hear to the ‘beep-beep’ sound, confirming a disconnected phone line finally thanking me for answering the call. But there are few other important words that almost silenced my heart-beat and made me collapse, to the earth’s core. Soon, my eyes started covering with a tiny layer of tears, alarming a serious upset. With lot of burning frustration, I griped the chair tight and tried skipping towards silence. I kicked back the tears and continued to be calm for few minutes, seriously thinking of the cause behind all the mess.

“Sahithya couldn’t tolerate my silence for long and she turned back for inquiring the same. She looked at me and then into my eyes, which made her understood of some tough situation.”

“What for?” said she.

“Don’t know! Just a call, informed me…..” I paused.

“Speak Srujan, what happened?” She questioned firmly.

“Satish Sadasiva informed me that, I was sacked,” said I.

“What?” again she said and I repeated the dialogue again.

“Don’t joke Srujan! This is your life, it’s your career,” said she.

“Its true Sahithya. I am not joking. I know it’s my career and I know I am concerned with and I am serious,” replied I. It is a shout rather than calling it as a reply.

But why?” she asked tightly.

“The reason what satish sadasiva(VP-HR) had given would sound silly to anyone around. But it’s a sensuous and highly serious issue bonded with my career,” This time I reacted in a very dull tone.

“Be clear!” she said.

“My verification failed and that’s the reason I was fired!” I replied.

“Srujan, you are working here since 2 years and have you enquired what they actually verified?” she suggested.

“No clue Sahithya! I am tensed,” said I. be continued!!

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This article/blog has no coincidence to the names and characterizations in the real life. It did truly come out of my imagination!


Srujan Kadamba

May 11, 2011

"Love, Fathom and Others"

She closed the baggage using all her muscle. The zipper sounded noisy and the bag was hardly grounded from the bed, which made him turn around. Sameera hauled her heavy luggage from her bedroom towards the veranda. Achyut turned back and stood, which made sameera averted from moving forward to the main door. The lights in the house were dim, same as the mood of achyut.

A sudden silence prevailed all over. Not even the baggage wheels nor sameera’s bangles weren’t producing some jingle’s. It resembled as if the situation was on pause, except a fact that the beat of 2 hearts were multiplying with anger.

Sameera’s looks had no proper direction googling around. She resembled as if she had make-up’d her face with resentment!! A total muted apprehensions with absolutely no expression on her face except boiling high. While, achyut’s was tender cool.

'Achyut started a conversation with a question.'

Not the confusion nor the contention moved him, but the clarity made it all for a start.

‘What is that? Khali ya Full?’ Achyut questioned pointing the baggage.

‘Its full! I bet, I can break your head with this baggage.’ She yelled at him as a live lava.

‘Relationships can never trek superior if you’d either wanted to Bet or Bang!! Stay cool and think of the wonderful 5 months of our post wedding. Try to come out of the aggression that’s making you nonsensical.’ Achyut tried to make clear of things well to sameera.

‘I still couldn’t understand the actual reason behind the serious grumbling upon me since a week. Have you ever tried to hunt for a major issue that had reasoned to this? A serious and sensuous answer should be NO. If you love it, its yours – If you hate it, its others.’ He said.

‘Yes!’ She replied.

‘Sameera.......I’m talking about the mistake which you feel it happened and I feel it actually never happened.’ He said.

‘Its there, it happened and still happening and Its You! You ruined and slashed all my dreams. This is a disaster that had ever happened in my life.’ Sameera temperature’d high, which resulted her in throwing the baggage handle hard and it hit the glass tepoi in the living room which is few metres away from her.

‘See, now look at the broken pieces of glass. It’s useless. It’s none other than me. I’m broken achyut.’ She shouted at him.

‘Its all over. Give me way and allow me to leave. Please, I beg you……..Mr.Ruiner.’ She said.

The moment sameera cursed Mr.Ruiner on achyut, he bombarded almost whole of the 8th floor of the apartment with his shout. A further more irritation forced him to hold sameera’s hand strong and threw her to sit on the dining chair. However in few seconds he managed himself to go cool. A strong Silence Immediately triumphed the house from no where. He moved few steps and switched on the 4 lantern’s at the corners of the dining and sat opposite to sameera.

‘The moment she made her seat, she instantly started releasing her eye tap parallelly squeezing her nose in.’

‘Sameera….what for? What for you started shedding tears?’

‘You………!!!’ Stop. He said. Shut your mouth and listen to what I say. And, stop crying. Especially girls, Its almost like their daily routine.’

‘Did you realize one thing? Unknowingly you are assuming something terrible had happened. You are the only reason for your trouble, you are the only reason for your unhappiness, finally, you are screwing yourself.’ He said with fury weighting a tonne and he threw the napkin lying behind him on to her face and asked to wipe her tears off and the running nose.

‘Then he quickly got up from the chair - went into the kitchen and collected 4 oranges form the refrigerator.’ Achyut behaved as if he is making use of every available object around him to kick sameera’s bad tempor.

‘I married you not to break your heart nor break something that makes you loose your so called freedom.’ He said.

“Cheppentha goppavadini kadu…….Chepinchukunentha Chantipillavi kadu!! You are married when you are close to 25”

“Ardham chesukunedanivaithe… patiki Aalochinchatam start chesedanivi!!”

‘Sameera was seriously grumbling upon him with both her eye-lids wide open as an old Dyanora television.’

‘‘We just started experiencing our relationship. We are still growing. Lets offer a free hand to grow further, bigger, stronger and sweeter like this orange.’

‘Orange’s doesn’t contain only sweet. She opened again’

‘He tried to compare with something but failed in succeeding!!’

‘Shut up!! Zip your mouth. He barked at her.’

‘Don’t ever try to split the relation. Its not the only tailor-made solution for every couple. Said achyut.’ While making 4 oranges into 8.

‘Sameera, every person has some good and some bad. You are ought to taste both”. Said achyut squeezing the orange’s using a glass juicer.’

‘Meanwhile she controlled her anger to some extent with all her temperament nearing 0. And, she slowly started looking beautiful to him as expressions on sameera’s face started showing some change, with her chin resting on her left hand and slightly slicing her red coloured lips forward.’

‘Then, he poured the fresh juice into the glass leaving all the pulp behind and offered the juice to her.’

‘Take it!’ He said.

‘Put it there!!’ Sameera said.

‘I’d want to be here, everywhere in you and only with you.’ Achyut alleged in sudden.

‘Sip it Sam!!’

‘Give me that glass achyut.’ She asked for an idle and unemployed glass rested near him.

‘What for?’ He questioned.

“Okey. You first taste it and give.” Achyut was almost shocked with her proffer.

“I always love you Sam!!”. Achyut proposed.

‘Its okey!’ She said. Its my feeling thalli…..some expressions are immediately required if a husband proposes.

‘I guess you added something!!’ sameera questioned.

‘Yeah! Little love and large life!’ Achyut said.

‘She outsized her beautiful eyes and stared at him.’

‘He stood again and switched on the ceiling lights in the living room to make the room much brighter as soon as the moment they started adding colour to their hearts.’ And, he made a way towards sameera and sat beside her.

‘She didn’t speak for few seconds again and so did achyut. Achyut started spinning the juice glass slowly emptied by sameera.’

‘Sam!! Sameera!!’ He called.

‘2 tear drops from 2 beautiful eyes landed firmly on the glass dining table.’

‘Slowly, achyut rested his hand on her head, moving much closer towards her dragging his chair to console her.’ Don’t cry, he said.

‘No….i’m not.’ Sameera replied.

‘This time he slowly positioned his hand on sameera’s beautiful flawless cheeks and wiped out the remaining tears.’

‘We both have lots to share, to give, to feel, to prove and much more. You have to prove yourself as a good daughter-in-law, wonderful wife and an extraordinary mother!! The days are ahead…..we need to wait for them!! Aren’t we?’

‘Yes achyut! Your are true….We are and we will!! And, sorr….’ he stopped her from letting out form her.

‘He took her close and kissed her firmly!!’

‘Love you achyut!!’

‘Hmmm......certainly we might have small concern’s in future, but promise me you never pack your baggage like you did now.’

‘Never, not again in this life achyut!!’ She promised.

'So, What next?' Achyut questioned.

‘ about a delicious prawn-biryani?’ She tossed.

'Yeah, Crazy stuff. Sameeraa.......Wine? with your permission!!’

‘Hmmm......Accepted…..with Love!! Go and get it dear, meanwhile i'l prepare the biryani!' She said.

Note: This article/blog has no coincidence to the names and characterizations in the real life. It did truly come out of my imagination!


February 22, 2011

"The Speechless Stupid"

Once upon a time, bihar was famous for its murky politics. The whole administration was collapsed and made people confused and so, the whole country spoke bad about the state, the politicians and their people. Their name has no mention in this article. I am writing this for good, to think, to act, to realize and to build. Now, the Brand-Bihar is rented (probably owned) and plated by our own state…..Andhra Pradesh!

Politicians are the face for a state or a region, from where they are elected. They represent some thousands and lakhs of voters, who cast their belief for some development in the form of a valuable vote. They take an oath upholding the constitution and laws we abide to. They are structured to serve the people but not to toss with the lives. Still, we have no issues on the conduct and education of the politician. Least bother even if has a book-full of criminal cases on him, which is again an added qualification to turn into a politician.

I love our people. They are always good boys and girls, who never concern or least bothered with what(s) happen(ing)ed. We pick some wonderful chaps of our country who are so called politicians without even a microscopic knowledge on constitution, human rights and duties, who incite their workers for the destruction the public property, who do not have a common sense to obey and behave good before the 1st citizen of the state, who hammer the co-legislative assembly member before the mahatma, who abide and swear that they never follow himsa / violence. I wonder why we elect such people!! I never saw them performing the item numbers to blame ourselves that we got drugged and addicted with their physical show or their intelligence on turning the white into black or they could be awarded a double Oscar for the wonderful direction and screenplay better than Francis Ford Coppola’s “The God Father”.

Our administration buddies are being paid salaries on time even if they don’t work and concentrate on the kabaddi game or cook a delicious regional foods in the office premises. They have few other preference’s like pen-down or think different like sukumar to start a non-cooperation movement. This was legally staying away from the services of the people who pay their salaries in the form of taxes. Still, people are happy as they have their assets, Mc Donald’s, Shoppers stop’s and PVR’s very safe.

We love the news channels who telecast everything live as if they were shot at various camera angle’s by RGV. We never find time in our clock to cast our vote, sketching for an intelligent escape in the name of go-live or unavailability of train tickets and our lovable caring wife is unwell. I’m wondering that many female’s request their hubby to book tickets for the very first show of “The Loving Lavda Kkhan – A cute story” or they can transfer their valuable time circling around the beauty parlours to paint their skin masking all their defects behind. But, I’m dreaming if I could see someone who insists to march in a peace walk, help the poor and be little meaningful for life.

Anyways, let’s get back to the issue and start burning ourselves. We honestly felt bad, the moment Mr JP was attacked and seriously criticized the culprits on FB and other social networking websites. But, the government had taken an action on a normal worker and didn’t even care about the cruel behind the pre-planned act, besides suspending them from the house for just 5 days. A more senior congress politician sitting in delhi called JP’s comments as nastiest in the constitution. Directly, supporting the dreadful actions of the TRS members in the assembly. Unfortunately, we found the issue missing on the google on the 3rd day. We just discussed, but didn’t or couldn’t raise our voice more to fight against the injustice.

Whereas, Gujarat had organized a historic summit called “Vibrant Gujarat” and raised eyebrows of the whole world in attracting the gigantic industries of the world to invest some billions of dollars and succeeded in promising an employment of 50 lakh plus in the next few years. While our politicians are deteriorating the development making the investments and industrialists run to the neighboring states who offer some wonderful packages. Our buddies are majorly concerned with the separation turmoil following a policy of ‘Divide and Rule’ which was invented and implemented during 168 BC in Europe.

Singapore was developed vivaciously post-Independence in the year 1965 and then it was in the news. But, they first created news by collapsing brand Andhra Pradesh and now they are promising to build an unbelievable wonder something like Singapore.

It is Politicians who created discrepancies among the people who are relaxed with happy living under one roof. To be more precise, it didn’t start due to unemployment or competition or any other reason of being backwardness. Competition persists in this world for ever and ever.

No educated speaks out of the wall. Nowhere in the world has a policy of an uneducated human ruling an educated. It is happening here and will happen until we raise our voices. I doubt someone had mistakenly named ‘Rascals as Rulers’. As quoted by bhagat singh “If the deaf are to hear, the sound has to be very loud”!! Let us take a front, create a path and march towards the development to make our country prosper.

Are we Innocents or Ignorants?? Does anyone have an answer??


January 28, 2011

The Reunion

Humans have a habit of constantly dreaming to re-experience some wonderful moments occurred in their past. In reality, life has no reverse action!! But, some 60 odd young guys of one similar age group Joined hands and made it realism. It took place so fantabulously, that everyone swettered their childhood days and still looked much comfortable though, it was too short to fit-in (both time and heart). True, we knew that the moments last for very few hours and its all reminiscence. So, as per the initial and long-term plan, we tape-recorded all our schooling days into some 8 hour length and added a milieu with short and sweet unforgettable moments in life. These moments occur very rear as a Kohinoor, worth as a world tour and lovable like mother. We invited some 40 elders to watch and witness live, who are behind the success of every student studied at the Zinc Smelter Sr. Sec. School. Welcome to the Re-union of ‘Zinc99Connect’!!

After 3 months of work on ground, with pleasurable struggle than pain, we as a team investigated for the hidden and lost contacts. We studied together for 12 long years and it was such a coincidence that we planned to meet after a breach of 12 years on 17th of January, 2011. Finally, luck and destiny favored us to find and invite 70 odd students and incredibly glad that nearly 40 attended.

The tremendous and memorable evening started off with pre-planned and relaxed arrangements at 2 different locations, where we actually intended for the reunion. The first gather is at our memorable school and then move to a decent location and a simply decorated party hall to share some moment’s and taste few dishes for dinner with our “Hidden Endeavour’s”.

At 3‘O Clock, when I entered our huge assembly area and surprised seeing some of our batchmates were already in and moving around the school ground. I went running similar to a kid who was late by few minutes to the daily prayer. In no time, I joined them and found myself tough to recognize few guys. I initially glanced and later stared at them. A guy weighing 90+ kilos and few with pumped out tummies, was the state there. We struggled to breath out of laugh, during the chat.

Meanwhile, we started welcoming teachers at the doorway. In no time, we assembled in the hall, next to the scary-staff-room, where the students always had a fear to pass through. Some of the teachers had already marked their presence and the hall was almost full in no time, with teachers nearing 20 and 30 students. While the teachers entered the lecture hall, we guys intensified the atmosphere with a thunderous background orchestration with whistle’s, drums and shouts, which almost blasted the school campus.

For a moment, we remembered our innocent youth, short pants, saddle shoes, sack dresses, pencil fights, daily prayer, pledge and our national anthem……which were concluded a decade back at the same premises. So, we sketched to recreate the magic again!! Started off, with the daily prayer and then our pledge. We felt lucky enough to listen to their classes once again and merely reminded and quickly cycled back the wonderful past. John raju sir with a small Art, Ramunaidu sir with Physics, Muralidhar sir with chemistry and all the other teachers taught their respective subjects for very few minutes. We also screened the scanned pictures of our ever-lasting school memoires and we were amazed to see Komala madam moving very close to the pictures on the white board and identified almost all the students. Coz, she’s the class teacher of our class for 6 long years. Memories last long!! Every teacher geared up, energized, bounced with the Child Identification Fair which was for some 45 minutes.

The second part of the event at the Ashray Banquet Hall, was fully filled with their memories, blessings, wishes, sweet moments, jokes n fun, refueling laughs, Dinner, Photo sessions and finally the presentation of simple n grand looking mementos to the teachers.

We witnessed the most wonderful moments of life on 17th of January, 2011. The tale of birth-play age-Primary-Preadolescence-Adolescence was visibly unveiled like a mani ratnam’s slow motion episode, with-in 8 short hours. We are truly amazed behind the magical wonder the blessing teachers and bright evening had gifted us. But unquestionably, they are “The Hidden Endeavour’s” behind the success and settlement of some thousands of students studied at the Zinc Smelter Sr. Sec. school. It was their hardwork, their achievement and their success that had brought laurels and happiness for many parents.

Long live teacher!!

Dedicated to my school, teachers and childhood friends.
On behalf of ‘Zinc99Connect’