A letter to God

Testing my endurance to the peak.
Trying out my maximum tolerance.
More courage is what I seek.
But You seem to have no such plans.

I know I don't deserve much happiness.
As I have caused much pain for many
A lot of mistakes I did, I confess
But forgiveness, why can't I get any?

With magic, miracle or something unnatural,
God do something to save my love
If you exist and have any powers at all,
Give my luck today a little shove.

But remember, today is the day
That I need your help the most
To not help me, choose you may
But then all faith in you I would have lost.


Explanation: Imagined to be written by a guy/girl on the day his/her lover is getting married.

Is 1 crore worth ruining your life?

That's the thing you need to keep in mind if you are playing in Sach Ka Samna.
The show sucks.

I saw one show and they dared to ask questions like,

Did you feel like cheating on your husband
Are you still living with your husband only because of your children.
Would you sleep with another man if your husband wouldn't know about it.

You bastards, how dare you ask such questions in a country like India, that too, to a woman.
And participants, are you all nuts? Why the hell do you want to ruin your lives?
The things that you hadn't told anyone in your entire life, you are now sharing with everyone who is watching this fucking show, just for some money??????????
What does that say about you? No matter how desperately you are in need of money. No matter how many unpaid bills/loans you have, never enter such a show. Because you will hurting not only yourself, but all those who are close to you.


There are always thing that cannot/shouldn't be shared with anyone else.
You get various thoughts that you wouldn't be proud of. Still you get them. But that doesn't mean that you would do them if you get a chance. Sometimes you do things without thinking and repent after that. But YOU HAVE THE RIGHT to keep it secret.

I HATE THIS SHOW.

I wish I could do something about this, like having the power to ban this show or something. Hope someone who has the power, closes it. Capitalising on peoples greed by playing with their lives, is WRONG

Cell phone scare

Good news for all those people who usually forget their cell phones at malls, restaurants or theatres. They won't be stolen. In fact, they won't be touched.

I am one of those guys who put their cell phones wherever they sit - on the desk, on table anywhere. And after forgetting it like that for the third time and getting it back safely, I thought I'll write about it. People are so frightened about cell phones these days(especially after the blasts in many places), that when you forget your cell phone somewhere, they wouldn't dare to touch it.

1. In pvr cinemas, I was writting my name on some card(Was told I could win a prize from a lucky draw by doing so) and I left my phone there. Some guy started shouting a minute later asking whose phone it was. I thanked him and took it. But he was furious, "Enti sir, ala marchipotaru cell phone. Jagratha ga undali kada" etc etc

2. In a restaurant where I went alone on a saturday to have a peaceful dinner, I paid the bill, came out and was starting my bike, the waiter came running and said I had forgotten my cell. When I asked him to give it, he said it's still on the table(obviously scared to touch it)

3. Today, when I went to Roxana towers to pay my tata indicom bill, I left it at the cashiers table, again the security guard standing at the door, came running and told me I had forgotten the phone. I could see him eyeing me cautiously till I entered the lift.


I don't know whether to be happy or sad at these things. Should I be happy that I have not lost my cell phone though I misplaced it thrice or should I be unhappy that there is a constant sense of fear in the minds of hyderabadis. I hate terrorism for creating such a feeling in the minds of us. Because of that, you begin to suspect every person you don't know. I wish hyderabad was a more peaceful place. I wish whosoever invented bombs, guns had died of malaria before he invented them.


And finally, good work my fellow city-folk for being cautious. We aren't in times where we can be careless(though I wish this weren't the case). Let's hope no more unfortunate incidents happen. We should be careful till those peaceful days come where you can trust everyone.

11 things guys should know:

1. A girl appreciates your poetry, love letters etc as long as it is not for her.
So don't be misguided by ' Wow! whose are these for? She is really lucky! I am jealous' etc

2. Girls keep mum, even if they know for certain that you love them. And when you do tell them, they
either stop talking to you, behave like a snob or agree depending on how much they like you.

3. The easiest way to win a girl is to confuse her. Let her reach the stage where she is picking up the
petals of a rose saying,'He loves me!, He loves me not'.(this was told to me by a girl)

4. Girls prefer easy going guys to guys who love them a lot and are always super gentle.

5. Girls like guys who are not as clever as them but dont love them. To love a guy, he has to be
more intelligent

6. While giving any gift to a girl, remember that it should be of no use that you can think of.
Never buy a camera, a cell phone or anything useful for that matter.
Things that are less useful - dress, jewellary etc would impress them a bit too.
But the things that impress them most are those for which guys can't think of any possible use
Like rose, soft toys, photographs(preferably of scenaries or flowers) and show pieces.

7. Girls hate guys who talk fast. They don't even listen to half of what such guys are saying.
(I have the fastest mouth in the whole world :( )

8. Cleanliness is Godliness is what most girls believe. Make sure you are wearing clean, ironed clothes
when trying to impress someone. Another thing to be careful of is to have clean nails and good shoes.

9. Girls like you to know about their friends but don't show much interest when you try to talk about your
friends.

10. For some reason, they hate liars but when they are caught lying, its for some good reason.

11. And the last but the most important thing to remember is, all 10 could go wrong. You can
never 100% understand a girl.

Open your Arms

Why me of all the people?
Misfortune seeks me like vultures do.
It was long since I stayed cool
And that was when as a kid, with friends I grew.

I brood over it all day and all night.
As my luck changed from bad to worse
I just surrendered to it without a fight.
Doing nothing but just sit and curse.

So much did I always worry.
I forgot, more unhappy, than me were many
Who didn't have a single rupee.
While I had a lot in plenty

Sunny, a kid of 10, an orphan by birth
Has no one to love and care
Entered the world with his mother's death
And his father he lost soon after

As a washer, cleaner and a rag picker
He worked hard till his muscles ache
At the end of the day, he was richer
By a rupee or 2 which filled his stomach

The forecast was for a rainy day
And 4 once the forecast was true
'Get Lost' I said when he came to me
He turned away in pure dismay.

It was then the motorist hit me
I broke a bone and couldn't walk properly
'I leaned on his shoulders and walked'
Up to a clinic, then he left to earn 4 his belly

I saw him daily since then
And gave him sweets or money
I don't know how it started
One day I brought him home and called him my 'Son'.

From Chicken Soup for teenage souls

These are a few things liked from this book. I liked it a lot and suggest you give it a reading. And do check 'Please Hear What Iam Saying' (the last poem here)

Some Nice Lines

I miss you when I'm sad.
I miss you when I'm loneyly.
But most of all, I miss you when I'm happy

Kindness in words creates confidence
Kindness in thinking creates profoundness
Kindness in giving creates love.

If you can conceive it and believe it, you can achieve it

Shared joy is doubled joy.
Shared sorrow is sorrow halved.

A Few Poems

Please Listen:

When I ask you to lsiten to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell my why
I shouldn't feel that way
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me,
strange as that may seem.
Listen! All I ask is that you listen.
Don't talk or do-just hear me.
Advice is cheap;20 cents will get
you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham
in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself;I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering,
but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and
inadequecy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel,
no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince
you and get about the business
of understanding what's behind
this irrational feeling.
And when that's clear, the answers are
obvious and I don't need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when
we understand what's behind them.
Perhaps that's why prayer works, sometimes,
for some people-because God is mute,
and he doesn't give advice or try
to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work
it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute
for your turn-and I will listen to you.






Smile:

She smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
He remembered past kindness of a friend
and wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank-you
that he left a large tip after lunch.
The waitress, surprised by the size of the tip,
bet the whole thing on a hunch.
The next day she picked up her winnings,
and gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
for two days he'd nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
he left for his smaill dingy room.
(He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.)
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
and took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
to be out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked 'till he woke the whole household
and saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
grew up to be President.
All this because of a simple smile
that hadn't cost a cent.


Please Hear What I'm saying

Don't be fooled by me
Don't be fooled by the mask I wear
For I wear a mask, a thousand masks,
masks that I'm afraid to take off,
and none of them is me.
Pretending is an art that's second nature to me,
but dont't be fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure,
that confidence is my name and coolness is my game,
that the water's calm and I'm in command,
and that I need no one.
But don't believe me.
My surface may seem smooth but my surface
is my mask, ever-varying and ever-concealing,
Beneath lies no complacence.
Beneath lies confusion and fear and aloneness,
But I hide this. I don't want anybody to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being
exposed.
That's why I frantically create a mask to hide behind,
a nonchalant sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation.
My only hope, and I know it.
That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself,
from my own self-built prison walls,
from the barriers I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself,
that I'm really worth something.
I don't like to hide.
I don't like to play superficial phony games.
I want to stop playing them.
I want to be genuine and spontaneous and me,
but you've got to help me.
You've got to hold out your hand
even when that's the last thing I seem to want.
Only you can wipe away from my eyes
the bland stare of the breathing dead.
Only you can call me into aliveness.

Each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging,
each time you try to understand because you really care,
my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings,
very feeble wings,
but wings!
With your power to touch me into feeling
you can breathe life into m.
I want you to know that.

Who am I, you may wonder.
I am someone you know very well.
For I am every man you meet,
and I am every woman you meet.

Words of a senior

Life just isn't

Life isnt about keeping score. It's not about how
many people call you and it's not about who you've
dated, are dating or haven't dated at all. It isn't about
who you've kissed, what sport you play, or which guy
or girl likes you. It's not about your shoes or your hair
or the color of your skin or where you live or go to school.
In fact, it's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges
that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you
have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not
about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't
about that.

But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's
about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, hap-
piness and compassion. It's about sticking up for your
friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about
avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance and building
confidence. It's about what you say and what you
mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not
what they have. Most of all, it is about choosing to use
your life to touch someone else's in a way that could
never have been achieved otherwise. These choices are
what life's about.

Ego Killer

‘Cool it guys!!. I couldn’t stand it any longer, So had to do something like this,’ said Thej.

‘But how could you trick us both, especially in something so important? ’ argued Rani.

‘Yeah! What if one of us didn’t love the other? What if it was only one side love? Or what if neither of us loved the other? You could have ruined good relationship that we had.’ said Tarun supporting his girl.

‘Don’t “WHAT IF” me you idiot, I am a friend close enough to both of you to understand perfectly that you two were madly in love. It was your damn ego that was stopping you from letting the other know. Neither of you wanted to be the first person to propose. Hadn’t I interfered, you both would have continued this whole dumb drama for ages. And for that what you do? Argue with me instead of thanking? Such blockheads I got for friends,’ said Thej with a slight anger in his voice.

‘That’s not true!’ said the love birds in unison though both of them knew perfectly well that Thej was speaking gospel truth.



Rani and Tarun were traveling from Tirupati in Padmavati Express when the first met.
Both were final year Computer Science students - Tarun in IIIT Hyderabad and Rani in NIT Warangal. They were going back to their colleges after vacation. They had a long chat and observed that they had lots in common, the biggest one being their ego problem. They both agreed that they had that in plenty. They chatted up to 3am (from 5pm the previous day when the train left Tirupati) when Rani`s station came and she got down after saying bye-byes. Tarun decided to catch a couple of hours sleep before the train reaches Hyd. The train was in the outskirts of the city when he woke. Then, the TTE came and demanded the ticket. It was then, he noticed that their tickets had mixed up somehow and tried to explain it to the TTE who didn’t buy the story and made him pay a huge fine.

He decided he would call her and demand her, the money he had to pay because of her. He realized they hadn’t exchanged numbers or email ids. All kinds of curses came out of his mouth when he realized he didn’t even know her name. Even if had remembered that he didn’t know her name a couple of minutes before the train left, he could have checked it from the reservation list. He wondered how they managed to talk about everything yet didn’t ask their names. He hated having to lose money unnecessarily and his mood remained bad for a couple of days. Whenever he had to spend money or pay 4 something, he cursed her. Soon, he realized he was thinking of her 24X7. At the end of one week, he began wishing he could talk to her again or be with her.

Exactly one week after that, he got a call,

‘Hello?’
‘Hai, guess who?’ answered a female voice.
He instantly recognized her voice. It was as if he had heard her voice a million times before. (And true too, the whole train drama was repeating in his head over and over for an entire week.)

‘Hey you are the train girl. How are you?’

……………..
……………..

This went on for almost an hour when Rani’s balance was out. Tarun didn’t know this and decide he wouldn’t call her. ‘Let her call back, she disconnected.’ Though he felt that something else could have happened like battery down or something, he decided she will have to call(Ego problem). Rani had a top up card in hand, but she decided she wouldn’t call. ‘I called the first time, now let him call’. (She is no better, same problem here). Both did nothing but look at their cell phones for an hour willing it ring but not dialing. After an hour, Tarun decided he couldn’t wait any longer. Cursing himself, he dialed the number.

‘Hi, I called only to tell you that you have to pay me for that train thing?’

‘Wow! Looks like you miss me a lot Tarun! And asking for money is a nice pretext for making a call. Ha! Ha!’

‘Yeah? And who took all the troubling of doing all kinds of detective work to get my name and phone number? No Rani, it looks to me like you are the one who misses me.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah!’
………
……..



This went on for sometime. And soon they began calling each other many times in a single day. Then they began meeting each other. One of them would come to the others place every weekend.(It’s a 2.5 hour journey from Hyderabad to Warangal). Soon they realized that they were in love but waited for the other to admit it first.

Now, Thej was Rani’s classmate in school and Tarun’s in intermediate and these two felt really happy to have such a cool common friend (self-dabba). Soon he became a very close friend to both. He realized that these two loved each other, but their ego would not allow them acknowledge it. They would for whatever time it takes for the other to propose. (And Thej knew it would be forever). So he decided to act and so wrote love letters to both as written by the other and gave to each personally. Every thing turned out to be good and was going on smoothly until today when they came to know about the self-less trick played by Thej.

Now coming back to the present argument:

Thej got really angry and went away. They both realized that Thej was right but even now they waited for the other to say it first. Neither would first admit their mistake in arguing with Thej. They knew perfectly well the other person was thinking the same thing but remained silent. Then after half an hour,

‘Thej is right,’ they both said at the same time and surprised at their timing, laughed out aloud.

‘Thank goodness, I was losing my patience waiting for you to admit it,’ said Thej coming out of his hiding place behind the wall. .

‘You both are such blockheads! Filled up to necks with ego! What does it matter who says it first? I know what you two dumbos were thinking for the past half an hour. Why do you always wait for the other?? N e way I am just glad you gave up your ego for once, though it took half an hour’

Rani and Tarun smiled at this, wondering how well their best friend can understand their thoughts.









Don't know how well I succeeded in telling about ego problem through this story, but my main theme was that. And the whole story is pure fiction. And the Thej here is not me :)