Dolts!

NUTS & dOLTS

‘Get the keys, let’s hit the road!’

What you see on the road is not a bunch of commonsensical gentlemen, each driving a luxurious X-trail or a go fida, but a bunch of fools decrepit to such an extent that the thought of reformulating the laws takes a serious setback. And it doesn’t take great pains to see such a scenario. We are in India, aren’t we?

Everyman in this working world owns a car. Even a decently paid man owns a small car or a two-wheeler. Pictures of teenagers (well under the legal age of 18) driving heavy cars with hardly any knowledge of safety is not queer. Drive, keeping yourself and also the queer person in mind. If that unknown, unwritten and hidden coordination between the two doesn’t exist, then give way to destiny.

We boast of a zillion educational institutions coming up in the country and more so in states like ours (Andhra Pradesh), colleges which promise to deliver quality education; ‘give your child the learning edge; we make your child grow better.’ Instead they become centers of oodles of fun, definitely not the epicenters of education. What’s the point in gaining such knowledge when the very basics of living are still left untaught? Or are we of the conception that it should be a matter of common sense?

The point to be made is clear. Let’s rip the people off their right to drive. Let the illegitimate driving licenses be confiscated. Let us start afresh. We can’t run the risk of letting our lives off the noose; we have driven ourselves to such an extent.

Let the keys open the locks of ignorance. Let us rebuild ourselves to be perspicacious. Don’t let the Sciolist be the traffic police. Let the world observe that we do observe.

Life is at stake.

My finest piece of art yet...

My fav detective,my fav author,my FAV drawing!
a piece of art by-Rajeev Turlapati

Hercule Poirot,the greatest detective of all time created by Agatha Christie.I found this pic on a book i have '50 short stories featuring Hercule Poirot', Christie's earliest works written for newspapers. i drew it with an ordinary pencil and phew! that shade was such a task! a very old drawing of mine.my blog is new,so wanted to show this to you all.
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Envoy

The Envoy: Heart or Mind?

Brain is the thinking centre in the entire human (living) system. To put it plainly, it is the prime controlling centre. All our actions, thoughts are generated, processed and even the decision to put it in audible words is made by the brain. I’m on an illiterate platform to write about the brain. All I know is this: Brain is one greatest piece of technology ever created by God. You’ll know yourself what unimaginable things the brain can do. There’s never an ennui getting your hands on the brain.

One question that still remains in the sunless background- ‘Why do people say feelings are generated in the Heart rather than the Brain?’

I’m always at a loss when I think about feelings. ‘I pity him’, ‘I love her’, ‘I wanna kill that nitpicker’, and ‘how I admire that guy!' All these feelings arise from the mind? Or is it the heart? Is the mind same as the brain?

Often we hear people say ‘He’s kind at heart’, ‘He’s such a stone hearted person’, ‘He has a soft heart’. How about saying ‘He’s kind at mind’, ‘He has a mind as hard as a stone’. Doesn’t sound soft, does it?

Well, over the years of evolution we have accepted what stood as a standard. Few of us have made an attempt to make a change. We have failed to identify the roots of our feelings.

So which one’s the true and honest Envoy of our feelings?

C’mon let’s not equivocate.

Sweet Memories!

A Walk in to the Past!

A blink of the eye is mighty powerful. If you want to keep things unchanged, then be a fish. Just when you lie down and try to recollect something that has happened in the day, one of your friends buzzes you. Most of us are nocturnal aren’t we? We sit through the nights chatting endlessly with friends. For this day I wanted to be a fish. For once I really didn’t want a change in old things.

I had to attend a TIME seminar today on ‘test taking strategies’. When I got back home, Vineeth (my family/childhood friend) called me up for lunch. I was actually waiting to go there. I didn’t waste a minute and within the blink of an eye I got there.

Much to my surprise some of my other family/childhood friends were already there. I was just so excited to see them after so many years. All of us lived in the same apartments for more than 10yrs. We studied in the same school. It was reunion of four (3 boys and a girl). The boys are a little younger to me while the girl is of my age.

We sat together, watched ‘The terminal’ movie (starring my fave Tom Hanks), had lunch and chatted for hours together recollecting all our old memories. We teased each other, shared our happiness and blah blah….. Vineeth then showed me BITS magazine. I was thrilled to see my name in the ‘acknowledgements’ sectionJ. The magazine had amazing articles and it was flawlessly crafted by Arun, whom Vineeth referred to as the ‘God of English’. He truly is, for his ‘Giridhara’ and the editor’s page.

After the discussion on the magazine and life in BITS, Vineeth played the ‘Kingdom of Heaven’ DVD. Half way through, I got up and said ‘let’s go to DAV public school’ where I studied till fourth standard. We were upset we weren’t allowed to see the entire place. We then decided to relive all those ten years. We went to our apartments. Everything changed; the colony, the apartment, the surroundings. There were huge grounds where we played cricket and ‘catch me if you can’. None exists now. I was disappointed to see more and more buildings, congested lanes and piles of garbage. Nevertheless the very sight of the apartments made memories fresh.

Two of my friends left early. I spent a little more time chatting with Vineeth. I gave him some words of advice on how to prepare for exams and take part in as many activities as possible in BITS keeping a good academic record. I thanked my aunt for a yummy lunch and got back home. I closed my eyes and recollected, yet again, all the moments spent today and then.

What a memorable walk in to the past!

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I’m sorry, I’m very bad at narrating events of the past. So the above piece might look below average in terms of language. I only wanted to put my thoughts on paper more than writing in good English.

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