Acid test

1 more… it’s the 5^th one that undergone acid test in my plant… like all my earlier trousers and shirts, this blue Levi Strauss 511 also failed to pass and it all looks like a big fat rat has taken it granted for a nice yummy evening dish… when I saw the mint… sorry pant with hole for the 1^st time, I thought of slapping myself at least twice and kicking my butt thrice… but as both of them are technically impossible in practice, I thought of punishing myself by not using my wardrobe (I wonder, if it really exists) for office work… don't use ur dirty mind, it's uniform pants to office…

couple of weeks went well… but then I noticed one can’t live on earth by simply waving his hands in air all the time… we, south Indians, need to keep our hands in our pant side pockets at least some time in a day; that’s the style we follow from childhood, and we can’t help ourselves if our pants don’t have side pockets… that’s exactly what happened with my office pants… no side pockets (damn designer)… only 2 back pockets one of them occupied by my always empty wallet and the other one houses two mobiles… while sitting on chair… I feel like a beam fixed at both ends by hinges and carrying a uniform load in the middle (if u can recall strength of materials subject in engg)… due to which it got deflected by 15º angle from horizontal axis… tough to imagine if u don’t know the concept, but trust me, it’s even tougher bearing the pain… so result is again back to my regular wardrobe…

So now comes the question… why am I telling u this damn story… because… I got 6^th one today!! God blessed me!!!

APRSc

Last fortnight, we had a good time as mom, dad & prasanth stayed here in PUNE for a 10 day period.  Almost every evening, we enjoyed chatting till late night about our childhood, education, daily routines, my marriage plans etc.  Plenty of things got my attention which should have been in my blog already.

One of them is my short stint in APRSc in 8^th class.  It is one of the prestigious (at that time) schools chain in AP run by AP government.  Somehow I got selected.  The “somehow” has a specific meaning here because really I could not believe myself when I came to know about my selection as my school topper Kishore not being selected.  Obviously I was on a high.  I don’t think I walked on earth that day!!!

This was the first time (and the last time too) I got a chance to say that I’m no more second to Kishore.  We didn’t discuss about this guy, na… Kishore is our school first in academics, quiz competitions and all other activities concerned to intelligent students including that damn school pupil leader position.  I was always 2^nd and was jealous about that fact.  I hate being 2^nd.  Rads (Read as Radhika, don’t want to tell you her name, we’ll have another blog for that story) was always behind Kishore, one more reason to hate him.

 Once news was out, I became the hero.  After all, I’m the only one selected from my mandal/taluka (whatever u call).  I think, I lived up to the moment by maintaining that status.  New dresses, new shoes… what not buddy… all new… brand new… yeah he he he… Prasanth became jealous and burnt my new sandals… but who cares?!!!

One fine (can I call it fine?) morning, I joined there leaving my parents in my home town.  Oh no, I didn’t tell you na, this is a residential school, where your entire life sucks within those 4 damn walls.  1^st day is bad.  But 2^nd day is worse.  Better if we forget about other days.  I was completely down leaving my parents, friends and my jolly life over there.  Forget about gals, yaar.  Came to know that after 15 days, I may get one week holidays for home sick.  But how to survive 15days? I’ve written at least 20 letters (post cards that time) in those 15days to my parents asking (in fact pleading) them to get me out of that hell.  That is time I came to know that I can write (which can influence at least some poor people who believe in me).  1^st time I came to know about home sick phenomenon also.  Dad worked hard to take me out of that hell, I can’t forget that effort.  At last when I came out of it, I feel like ufff… bach gaya saala…

Again joined in my old school, but not like a hero… zero? I don’t think so… anyway, I don’t remember those days much… but within 2 or 3 months itself, I think, I came out of that black period, thanks to… KAVS, new entry.  Rads out Kavs in!!!

PS: We’ll have a separate blog for KAVS too…

Excerpts

Yeah... after a long gap, I'm writing

A lot has happened and is happening in my life and I could not find time to write everything... excerpts...

Delhi visit... jaansi rishta... couple of miscommunications... couple of big parties... family meeting in hyd... long drives on bike (once wid dad too, not a long 1 though)... Jaansi engagement... anji marriage…problems... cdu phd pakka... money adjustments... naveen's rishtas and analysis... room change... jaan rani marriage... couple of tensions... my dance in marriage... jaanu pardhu new house in pune... office works... quality month slogan winner... telengana agitations... mom return to home (1st time she went in train single, no bro, no dad... only tension) Avatar... audit preparations... no Christmas celebrations... audit... 3 idiots back to back shows... my marriage plans… gal? USHA… we’ll discuss abt this in another blog, right?