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పరిహాసకులకి సమాధానం

భాష భాషో అంటూ ఎందుకలా ఛస్తావ్ అని నన్ను అడిగిన ప్రతివాడికి తనివితీరా ఒక సమాధానం చెప్పాలనిపిస్తుంది. కొందరికి నా తీరులో చెప్తే అర్థం చేస్కుంటారు.

నలుడు, భీముడు.. గోపాలుడు!

వీళ్ళంతా పేరు మోసిన వంటగాళ్ళు. ముందున్న ఇద్దరూ ఇప్పుడు లేరు. "పోయినోళ్ళంతా గొప్పోళ్ళు, ఉన్నోళ్ళు పోయినోళ్ళ తీపి గుర్తులు" అన్నాడు ఒక సినీ కవి.

Disaster and a Painful Recovery

Last two days have been black days for tidbits and hence, me. It so happened that my list of databases grew out of bounds and I finally(why??) decided to clean them up!

Blogger Appreciation Awards

This evening I received a mail from "The Blogger Appreciation Awards" team, saying my blog, tidbits, is listed as semi-finalist.

Despo Chat :D

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Dear Hyd. I'm Disappointed!

After some serious phone chats over whether/not to buy the mobile(!?), finally my mother and I agreed for a trade off over a PDA+Mobile, which becomes the so called, Smart phone.

Refreshing New Look!

Finally, Got some time(thanks to exams) to work out a new theme and things for this bloggy-site or sity-blog, tidbits!

నేను చదివిన మొదటి ప్రేమ(తో) లేఖ

అది నాకు రాసింది కాదనుకోండి. కాని నాకు ఇదివరలో బాగా నచ్చిన రాతల్లో అదొకటి. చాలా సహజంగా రాశారామె. ఇంటర్మీడియట్ రెండో సంవత్సరంలో, ఒకానొక ఈనాడు ఆదివారం సంచికలో వచ్చిందది.

Memories at IIIT-H

These are my memories of three+ years of stay at IIIT-H, in which I could see connections to me and my activities, rest of my life. When Pranav Vasista approached a few of us asking to pen down our most memorable things at IIIT-H, we asked "what kind?". He said, "Whatever it is, be it games, acads, relationships.. what not! anything you like!". He said, "Let's plan and organize it and keep the collection, say in our library." It'll let us know few people with whom we barely had any conversation. And over years, with same practice from every batch, it will really be thrilling if someday, some distant junior, who just skimmed through your 'memories', pings you with a 'Hi!'. right? So, all the fourth years, I request you to take off few minutes(before you leave) to recollect and pen down best experiences in your stay at IIIT-H. If you could send me a copy, I'll append it to the collection. Well, if our seniors could also join us, it's our pleasure :) So, let me start with my experiences ...

The best party ever!

Gopi from Gopavaram (11 - 16)

And with that gap of six months, I have to wait for another academic year to get into a new school, as my previous school holds till

And she is ...

   

Gopi from Gopavaram (6 - 10)

Continuing from where I left here, I was put in a local convent in my village, Bala bharathi school. There were very few students, so all of us sat together without any class/age/sex discrimination. I remember few people like Bhagya Sri, Kanaka Maha Lakshmi and their gang, steeling away my sweets and other edible stuff I took to school :P I used to flee away to home whenever there was a break kind of thing, as my home is very near to that school. There wasn't much difficulty for my parents in getting me to school, as with many kids of my age. It was very informal kind of education there.

Gopi from Gopavaram (0 - 5)

Today, I don't exactly remember what's there in my dream; I woke up with a smile, with hints of shy. But I could remember that I was a little kid in that dream. And soon, my thoughts were filled with those days, when I was nothing but everything, innocent but too clever, in a small world that I lived in. So I thought, why not pen them down and see how far I can go? and here I'm, with traces of the earliest footprints of my life.

Indian Rock!

Carnatic Fusion

నిన్న రవీంద్ర భారతిలో రాజేష్ వైద్య గారి వీణ కచేరీ అని మన పురుష్ చేప్తే వాడితో బయల్దేరా. పురుష్ అతని గురించి కొంచెం చెప్పాడు, మాం..చి స్పీడులో వాయిస్తాడు మామ, వీణ, అని. ఒక video కూడా చూపించాడు. ఆ బావుందిలే అనుకున్నా, నిజంగానే బావుందనుకోండి, కాకపోతే ఎందుకో.. ఎందుకో ఏమిట్లే నా బొంద, ఆ బొచ్చు విరబోసుకుని, వాయించేటప్పుడు తెగ ఊగిపోతుంటే నాకు కాస్త చిర్రెత్తుకొచ్చింది. ఏదో శిలా విగ్రహంలా కూర్చోమని కాదుగాని, ఎందుకో కాస్త అతిలా అనిపించింది ఆ ఊపు! సరే ఆ చిరాకు కాసేపు దిగమింగుకుని వెళ్ళాను కచేరీకీ.

change log for koduri as of 06/08/08

There are many things that are very rapidly changing with me… they are,  so...  so rapid that even I could notice them! Of course,  if I could do that, people around could, as well… with more ease actually. This should better be a post in this blog, than an entry in my diary. It’s just because I want things done with some transparency, exceptions exist though. Now, what are they?

victims++ --> agony++

Now, to many people, after reading the post,  it could be a temptation, to pose… “what’s going on, buddy?”. Let me tell this a priori, this post is a poor way of celebrating “the number of victims of my anger growing at the rate Indian population does”. I know, and I understand that it’s impossible for all the people whom I meet in day to day life, to study my biography and know all these things. But when one faces the situation, as I have been barking for years now, simply, never mind. And experienced seniors, ask the freshers to do so :)

దీంతస్సారావలోడి బొడ్డు!

ఈ మాట గత నెల రోజుల్లో పలుమార్లు నాలో నేను అనుకోవటం జరిగింది.. ఒక్కోటి ఒక్కో రకం అనుభూతి.. ఒకదానికి, ఇంకోదానికి సంబందం లేదు. సరే.. మరీ ఎక్కువ నాంచకుండా విషయాలకొచ్చేద్దాం.

the DAY!

Hamma!! finally, after a bizzy week and weekend, I'm able to complete the layouts, core designs of tidbits. Thanks to one and all who kept pinging me, pointing out few things which added to the speed of work. And here is the infant baby version of tidbits. I would call today, 23rd May 2008, as the DAY, b'day of tidbits!

Conquerers of Nagarajuna Sagar

Buddies! I will try to narrate a brave story of seven great presentorians(word inspired from historians)... Ambati, Cherry, Gani, Girish, Gopi, Kranthi and the mighty Pudi. On one fine morning(28th April, 2008, 4:00 AM), these 'GHEB Ist floor warriors', as they should be called, decided to take over an ancient city sealed under river Krishna for a long long time, which was then called Vijayapuri, now called Nagarjuna Sagar.

what could be done?

I feel guilty -- I dint(not couldn't) help them; I'm sad -- how are they living?; I'm sorry -- the worst word symbolising escapism; This exactly is the sequence of my states, which happens each time I see a poor child begging.. the questions which pour down upon me are : What could *I* do to improve the situation? Are there any charity organisations which are willing to accept these children? If so, is it just lack of information, that these children are still on the street?

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Alarm.. the devil's our neighbour!

Well, its again and again spotted and people still don’t see its importance in individual life. Yeah, I have been speaking about the nightmare of 21st century and generations to come, “Global Warming!”. Ok without being too verbose, I will try to jot down what are the things, we really can do in our life (tech-savvy guys, we are, huh?).

సొగసు

Finally, this is the so called sequel. Again, this is a page from my diary, dated July 2007, after summer hols, a few days before my b'day(God is great!), in a journey from home to coll. These are inner feelings of a nature's beauty lover(oh.. thats me!) towards a strange girl. hmm.. I have searched a lot, but found very few words like enthralling, spellbinding just to realise even they can't do the job and finally here's what I have done to keep her locked in my memories.

why differ ?

Apology : The sequel to the Love Letter has been delayed by a post.. and I hope readers will accept this.

Disclaimer : This post is based on some real life situations and observations, the witness being me! So, if you are able to correlate some of the following, you probably are right.. :P

Scene 1 : Back in the childhood, when my sister and I were given some dolls to play with, I rather enjoyed rolling them in the mud, gradually tearing them and finally forgetting what happened after I threw them off.