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In our country,especially in Andhra, two types of people exist:
1.Those who think studies are not necessary for life
2.Those who think studies alone are sufficient for life.

I don’t say that all the people fall under one of these types but most of them do.Here goes the story of these two types.

A school going child is supposed to study most of  the time.Excellence in any field -be it sports,cultural
etc..- other than studies wont be much appreciated.For a chid,studying means leaving sports,entertainment etc..
This leaves him with two options- to either study or to enjoy the other world.Those who want to enjoy their life think ‘Studies suck’ and come to the conclusion that studies are not necessary for life but still they go to school,college daily. Having no interest now results in a double whammy. they neither excel in their studies nor in field of interest.

Here’s the story of the so called studious and decent guys who fall under the second category.

The child who prefers to study more than anything else keeps studying most of the time.In fact he does n’t
enjoy studying but continues to do so, motivated by the words of the people around him who keep praising him for being a studious and decent child.During Intermediate,he is lead to believe that by just studying for 2 years he can bear the fruits for the rest of his life, and in btech he is similarly lead into studying for 4 years and after taking up a job he is similarly co-erced into accumulating wealth by doing some shitty 9 to 6 jobs in order to enjoy the life after 60, they say .Once he gets to 60, he realises he can barely get a erection, let alone enjoyment.

All these bullshit thoughts came to my mind when I stared at the fan contemplating my life post btech.
Studying in this technical college has probably left me with only three options-MS in US,MBA or job.It does n’t matter whether I like them or not,I got to choose one from among them.

In all probability,one could be interested in some other unorthodox  field but our system does  not allow you to get into that field because stats like the number of people ensconced in the field compared to the number of people choosing the field may not be compartively high and ofcourse nobody -be it society,family or relations-encourages one to choose an unorthodox field.

One should not think of his passion or interest in choosing his career.He should do some shitty uninteresting jobs,come home,feel happy seeing his secured and highpaid job and ofcourse content himself in other’s praising him a decent,hard working and whitecollar guy.

“You are not your job
You are not how much money you have in your bank
You are not the car you drive
You are not the contents of your wallet”

-Fight Club

I am not against studies or I don’t mean to say that ‘Studies suck’.I just want to say that our system has given us only one option of a career-’Studies’ irrespective of our passion and interest.

PS:Am I going to look like a saint or some JV fan by talking all this?

The DeadLine

“Sir,
My system crashed suddenly tonight and as a result, I had to redo the same code all over again which took some considerable amount of time and hence, I was unable to upload the assignment in  time.Please excuse me and accept my code.I will make sure that this  won’t be repeated ever irrespective of what misfortunes may befall.”

This is the mail that I usually send to TA’s whenever I am unable to submit an assignment in time.But as the mail suggests ,my laptop has never crashed before deadline.It’s because of all the kindness of our  TA’s ,  who accept my assignment every time, that I have been able to get away with it.

I never expected this story would turn out to be true but by God it did,and when it did it wasn’t any ordinary submission of an ordinary assignment but something more worthy.

Here goes the story of my tragedy.

Me and my friend Gadde were willing to work on the Apertium project in Google Summer of Code(GSOC).Accordingly,we studied the project for a week,had been in contact with the mentor,sent a propsal to the mentor and got a feedback from him.All went fine until the  day when we were to submit our application,April 3rd,came.

It so happened that a movie named ‘Billa’ was also scheduled to release on the same day.The movie enthusiast in us roared at the sight of Anushka and lured us into going for the movie.We usually watch movies in the nearby Galaxy theatre but on this particular occasion, our desire and temptation went a step further and we decided to watch the movie at Prasadz.So, we went for the movie (Anushka was splendid) and everything was over by about 7.00 P.M leaving us with 5 and a 1/2 hrs to submit the a forementioned application.By now, you must have guessed correctly that good-life-enthusiasts like us wouldn’t start writing the application so soon.

A sensible guy would have returned to college and started writing.But a good food afficiando would never skip a chance to eat out.One of us proposed to go to the Bawarchi resturant and on hearing that,I seconded the idea without any second thought. My poor friend Gadde (the partner in crime) wanted to return to college but reluctantly caved in and came along with us. We returned to college by about 10.00 p.m. After such a long journey no one in their right mind should expect me and my laziness to start work without a breather.  Finally the stage was set by 10.30 p.m and we started filling the application.Somehow, we  managed to complete the writing part by 12.00 a.m.

Just when things were looking all good (and the hero was happily settling down with the heroine), the villain entered the  scene (my Dell Laptop).Every time we tried to submit the application my browser got stuck.We tried in futile for about 4-5 times and suddenly we geniuses gained our senses and  decided to try it on some other laptop.But, dumb as it may sound, it was already half past 12 and google’s punctuality showed us the finger.

Ironically my bulshit crap of a reason turned out to be true after all but google guys were not ready to believe this true story. It is highly likely that our application would have been rejected even if we have submitted it on time.What really pestered me is not the fact that we were unable to submit the application but the silly reason for which we were unable to do so.

So who is to be blamed? Is it our craziness for movies which made us go for a movie at a crucial time or is it our negligence which made us work in the eleventh hour or is it the heroine’s dad (my laptop)? For a while, I blamed google for being so adherent. But after mulling over for a while,the philosopher in me woke up and consoled me by saying that everything happened for good.In fact, this incident did give me something more valuable than the GOSC-a Lifetime experience/lesson.

GBVV Vijay aka Terror Blade

Go to IIIT Hyderabad and enter OBH hostel,you will find a room full of  mess,  a chair with loads of clothes, a crumpled bed on the floor in one corner,a bed without a blanket and again with loads of clothes on it,a table with a mug,bottle and a toothpaste on it,a cupboard filled with felicity stuff and amidst all these things you will find a guy playing dota or seeing some item movie or ,now-a-days mostly,doing some photoshop work or some other work related to felicity on his laptop. The room no. is 399 and that guy is none other than our ‘GBVV Vijay’ aka’ TerrorBlade’  aka  ‘Adavi’  aka ‘Monk’ aka ‘Felicity Co-od’.

Upload an ‘item movie’ in dc++ or ftp and he will be the first to download andwatch it.This guy won’t watch regular movies of Chiru,Mahesh Babu,NTR etc..,rather he won’t leave any ‘item’ movie of Sam anderson,Upendra,Balayya,Vijaykanth etc.. Besides movies, it is needless to mention the role of this ‘Terror blade’ in DOTA  but I think DOTA  gang is missing him these days because of felicity. He even plays football,goes to gym and is also a rock freak. I could n’t find a thing where he is not involved. He gets involved in discussions regarding CSE topics also.Talk to him for few minutes,you can’t makeout whether you are talking to a ECE student or a CSE student.He is an ECE student with a profound knowledge of CSE.

As a friend,vijay is truly awesome. It is really nice to have his company. He is ready to discuss on any topic be it movies, sports,  politics,  philosophy and of course  felicity. Ask him any favour, he may reject it at first  but he will definitely help you finally. His intentions can be better undestood by his actions than his words. It is easy to get a friend who chats with you indefinitely or roams with you for movies,restuarants etc… but it is really difficult to get a friend who really cares for you and values your friendship.I am lucky in this regard. He will be remembered not only as a good friend but also as a good leader of our batch and a good human.

Btw,today is ‘Terror blade”s birthday.Happy birtday dude

PS:1)I didn’t write this post to please vijay just because today is his birthday. The words in the post really came from the botton of my heart.

2)Let us hope that Vijay will be able to furnish a 6-pack body by his next birthday

3)Expecting some more views on Vijay via comments

Mumbai Attacks

At long last I’ve woken up from my (yet another) slumber, and wrote this post. This time I decided to write about the Mumbai attacks from three different perspectives-a terrorist’s perspective who wants to explain the attacks,  not to the police or public, but to his conscience;  a soldier’s perspective; a victim’s perpective.

Terrorist:

I was in deep sleep inside my house when a big baam woke me up suddenly. Waking up i saw my sister gone lame,my little brother blind and my parents no more. To add to the trauma, my house was on fire. When i came to my senses I realized that the whole god forsaken place was under attack, yet again.

This so happens to be a daily routine for each and every native of my village.We wake up every morning with trepidition and fear writ large upon our faces.We can’t decide which event would herald more destruction,a taliban attack on us or an Indo-Pak war, and we have this choice every god damn day.We never desired cars and computers but just basic needs and to lead a peacuful life. But all we get is this hell from which we are ready to run away by any means.

Taking advantage of our dire-situation,one day a man approached me and said that he would like me to be a part of the proposed plans for an attack on Mumbai and promised me a huge amount of money in return. At that time I didn’t think of the consequences of the mayhem i would create,I didn’t think of the righteousness of the work I was assigned.One can’t distinguish between,or even think of, good and bad in such an abysmal situation.Only one thing was there in my mind-the money he offered and the peaceful life it would bring for my family.I thought that if human-beings are slaughtering animals, plants for their needs whats wrong if I kill other human-beings,after all we all are animals.So finally,I made up my mind to take up the mission.

At the hotel I moved forward with the only motive of killing as many people as possible. The screams and sounds of people in the hotel didn’t bother me.It just seemed to me like more the people I kill,more the money I would get and better the after-life for my family.I was aware that it had to end sometime and my life too wasn’t in my hands. Finally when the moment came, I was surrounded by a group of solidiers and I tried to commit suicide but like I said, my life was not in my hands,they prevented me from doing so.

Now I am in police custody.I was ordered by my mentors to not get caught alive but i can’t help it now.Above all,the situation of my family will now be worse than ever before instead of improving on account of my “live-capture”.I don’t know whether I should regret what I have done because ‘The worst never allows you to judge between good and bad’.

Victim:

I used to read about the difficulties of people living in Afghanistan and Iran and pity them but I never thought that I would ever be in a similar situation.I was sitting on my sofa relaxing whilst watching telivision when all of a sudden, I heard a lot of commotion outside my room. Someone started to bang the door. I sensed someone was trying to rush into my room,but never expected that he would be a terrorist. Anyway, i sat still, with fear and didn’t move a muscle when all of a sudden the door came down and a man came in.

He had a gun in one hand and ammunition in another.It didn’t take much time for me from there on to see that he was a terrorist .He tied me to the sofa in my room.I remained helplessly in the same place for several hours without any food or water.A day which seemed like heaven with no troubles turned into hell all of a sudden.I didn’t know whom to blame at that time.Was it the fault of these terrorists who were killing without any cause or was it the people who were provoking the terrorists in some way or was it the government we have elected. Just when i gave up all hope of seeing my friends and family,a soldier came to my rescue and helped me get out of that place. He assured me that the nightmare was over and the terrorists were all dead.

Now I am safe and the physical aspect of it is all behind me.But I can’t forget the bad memories left by these Mumbai attacks,I can’t forget the lives taken by these attacks and above all I can’t forget the heroics of our soldiers who sacrificed their lives for me and the others.

Soldier:

Getting into the military van,I fondly recalled my wife and children.I was not sure whether I would see them again.It was time someone took care of these bastards who had been troubling our country since many years.I even respect the soldier of the opposite country who fights for a purpose but these sick bastards don’t even have a soul,they just brutally kill innocent people in the name of religion. Caught amidst these thoughts, i came upon the battle arena.

As I entered the “battle field”,there was only one thing in my mind-to rescue as many people as I can.I entered the hotel not fearing for my life,or the well-being of my family but, as brave as a proud soldier is.I tried to rescue as many as I can clearing the terrorists in the hotel enroute but suddenly my feet got struck and I couldn’t continue further,it was a bullet that had struck and now i don’t remember anything after that.

Now I am injured and taking rest in a hospital.I thought for a while whether all this was necessary as this put my wife,children and the whole family in deep sorrow, but then I did gain hearts of lots of people.Now they are praying for my recovery.I was neither a movie star nor a sports star,i was just an ordinary soldier doing my job but now I am something more than them to them.They may not build cut-outs,temples or statues for me.they may not even remember me for years but at least for a while they cared and prayed for me.It is not the awards or the money but it is this feeling that a billion people are hoping for your good that makes me,and every soldier of this country,move forward without any hesitation in their hearts.

PS: 1)I am not supporting terrorist by explaining mumbai attacks from his perspective.I am one of the guys who demands this Afzal guru or kasab to be hanged.
2)I just build a story around the mumbai attacks to make it a little commercial.Please don’t ask any sources for the story.It’s just an imagination
3)These intern tests are really making me feel that my btech life in IIIT is about to end
4) Hats off Mumbaikaars for being brave and fighting back.

A Lazy Bug

I have been thinking for the past one month about a topic by which i could start a blog,but one thing has been preventing me from doing so. So I’ve decided to write a post on this very thing which has been bothering me right since my childhood and goes by the name of LAZINESS.My friends used to scold me frequently regarding this issue and I used to self-solace* myself thinking that it’s just a case of lack of determination and interest.After all,the two most universal characteristics of human-beings are FEAR and LAZINESS and i had one, so what’s the big deal?.But nowadays I have come to realize the adverse effects of this laziness and am sincerely trying to get rid off it. Anyway, Here’s a story about a lazy guy.

Long Long ago a child was born in a small town in Andhra Pradesh on 21st August 1988.That child didn’t even cry when he was born.At that time they didn’t realize that he didn’t cry because of his laziness.As this child grew,his laziness had grown along with him.This child was usually assigned little work in his house,thereby adding to his laziness.The trait only became worse in the presence of an active brother who did almost every work in the house leaving him with nothing to do.This guy plays cricket,but he won’t field or bowl because these according to him, require a lot of energy(really a lot for his guy),he just bats.To everyone’s surprise, this lazy guy somehow studied well(this is no more now) and landed up in the college IIIT HYDERABAD .

In his first year in IIIT,he was a little active because of the enthusiasm a first year student usually has.He used to attend PT in the mornings and go to classes regularly. He used to walk from his room to workplace daily(this is quite an achievement for him now). At the end of the first year,he bought a new laptop which completely changed his routine in IIIT.He started spending maximum hours sticking to his laptop.By his second year,he was back to form.The timetable in second year too propagated his slumber.This laziness forced him to evade classes, assignments, mess, bathing etc…. By the time he reached his third year, his laziness reached new heights and now is unable to even see a movie for more than an hour.In the beginning he would at least play cricket(ofcourse only batting) and go to cafetaria and coffee shop but now he simply can’t cover by foot such a LONG distance.Now he is far ahead of other “laziest guy contenders” such as Rahul and Sudheer.

Looking at the positives,he doesn’t get usually angry.Anger frequently leads to heated debates and more often than not ends in conflicts. As this whole process demands a lot of energy and as his laziness doesn’t allow him to use excess amount of energy, he stays away from quarrels.Because of this laziness, he usually sticks to his room and laptop which leaves him with plenty of time to do some philosophical thinking.

He being worried as to where this laziness might lead him,decided to get rid of this bug this new year and took up blogging as a part of the initiative.

PS:1)I am really grateful to my friend Nishanth for the concern he expressed at my laziness.

Happy New Year, BTW. May all of you be free from this disease and lead a wholesome life.