Run - Part 2 of the Short Story Series 'Missing'

                        I did not try to remember the names of the stations which have passed by as I am not concerned about them. My only goal is to reach Kachiguda railway station. Oh, I forgot to tell you how I got missed right. It starts right at Kachiguda station.

                        My father and my mother wanted to go to Tirumala for my sister's Thala Nelalu(offering of hair). My grandma,  grandpa, aunts and uncles joined us forming a big entourage. I was excited about the trip as I get to take leave and as well as I get to taste the Tirupathi Laddu. I wanted to take Kashvi with me to Tirupathi. Kashvi is my benchmate and is a very naughty girl. Sadly, her mother turned down my request to take her with me. I guess if she was with me in the train, she would be crying all the time and scaring the shit out of me. So,  we took Venkatadri express to Tirumala. The train started at 20 05 and reaches Tirupathi at 07 30. It was night and I was not getting sleep because of a pray group on the next compartment. They were reciting Keerthanas all night. I do not understand how the God understands them.

                         I have a Muslim friend who speaks Urdu. He prays to his God in Urdu. I pray to our gods in Telugu. I have a Marwadi friend who prays to the same gods I pray in his mother tongue. How does God understand all the languages?  Does each God has a designated language?  How about sign language? If he understands every language,  then he has to be the father of Google translator. But there was no Google search engine a decade ago or a century ago. Then what is God?

                          We will come back to it later after I complete my story. So I was not getting sleep and I did not sleep the entire night. As soon as we stepped in Tirumala, We went to Income Tax guest house -  one of pros of being part of Government services. Within no time, we were ready and were at Tirumala. We got a VIP pass because my father had contacts. So we were lucky to have everything arranged but everyone would not be that lucky right. So,  this is what I do not understand,  if you want to meet someone and that someone is the king of your religion. That king has to treat everyone the same and everyone should go through  the same ordeal right?  Who am I to comment!!

                                     We completed our Darshan. My sister is looking very beautiful with a tonsured head. I kept teasing her - calling her 'Gundu' - 'Gundu Boss' .  As part of our Darshan,  we got some laddus. My father wanted to buy some more laddus and me too. I just kept following my dad to laddu counter. He wanted to carry me so that I don't get missed in the flood of people. But I am adamant and I kept telling him I am a big kid and he need not worry about me. For some time, My dad kept looking back to confirm if I am following him. I was. Near laddu counter building, there were too many people. Suddenly, I lost sight of my dad. I got frightened. At the far end, I found dad walking. I ran towards him.

It was not my dad - a look alike!!!

Miss - Part 1 of the Short Story Series 'Missing'

                               It is a winter evening. The breeze from the feet of Lord Venkateswara is hitting my forehead, calming my nerves and pushing me into a deep sleep. But I should not sleep. Not now at least as I will be missed again. The general compartment in the Venkatadri express is so crampy. I see a lot of tonsured heads, a lot of smiling faces and kids savoring the world famous Tirupathi laddus. This reminds me of yesterday's morning. My mother treated me to the laddu with her loving hands. 

           
                              I miss resting my head on my mother's lap and slipping into sleep dreaming about being spiderman. Spiderman reminds current me. Just that he did not know that he had parents and I can not find my parents.

                             My name Y Veera Venkata Sai Balaji. I hate having a long name. Call me Balu, ABCDEFG. I am 6 years old. I am studying in the first standard at Johnson grammar school. We stay in Sweet Home apartments in Tanaka. Thank God for giving me teachers who make me by heart who I am and where I am from. Because these details come handy when I am missing.......

Part I of my new short story...Hope you like it and Encourage me to write more!

Suicide Note

                                    I finished my third full-length EAMCET exam for medicine at Sri Chaitanya college in BHEL. I tried my best to do well in the exam. The last two tests were an utter failure. My poor English and Telugu medium education are making it difficult for me to understand the lectures and in turn making my life worse in consuming the textbooks. I put 200% effort to do well in the exam but I am not sure why I am not doing well.  A bad report on the current test results will relegate me to the last section in the college.

I was very hardworking and good student in school.  I was topper of my Mandal in the SSC results.  Everyone had confidence in me that one day I would be proud son of my parents. I come from an economically backward family of a forward caste of a least developed region of Telangana. My parents are agricultural labourers. We are three siblings and I am the eldest of them. I believed that if I set a right example then brother and sister would follow me. My parents believed only education can help us out of our misery.

But the fate had a different story for me. I did not do well in the test. I am now in the last section in our batch. After topping classes year after year in school,  it feels sad to be the last of the batch. Even then I did not lose hope. I sat down on the empty first bench of the last class.  The fight is still on. I concentrated more,  read more,  followed every lecture with a follow-up notes making. I kept encouraging myself even when I am low on confidence.  There came another test.  I did well. Yes,  I did well in my class but when compared to others I am still a way behind. Tests after tests,  situation did not change. Probably I never learnt.  Probably I will never learn.

It was summer and the end of my first year at junior college. I lost the hope of getting a medicine seat. I talked about it with my friend from the first section. He was poor like me but talented.  The thing is that he is not interested in medical education and did not have any aspiration to be a doctor. According to him,  Doctors are blood sucking leeches. His views are his but I think he can be a good doctor if he works hard for the entrance exam.

I returned home for the summer. I had all the books with me. I started studying in the summer again. My mother and father are working under the scorching sun so that they can pay for our food. One day,  the head of the village visited our house. It's not a nice visit.  He has come to ask the money he lent.  The money which paid my first-year education.  The amount for which interest has doubled. My father pleaded him to give him some more time so that he could arrange for it. I kept thinking about it. What does my father have to repay the money back?

We got 3 cows. They can sell for a maximum of 50000. It does not even pay half of the money lent. How will my father get another loan for my second year? And I am not doing well at all. I talked to my mother that I will stop my education and work along with them. My mother did not like it. She wants her son to be a doctor. I am more worried than ever. I do not want to be the wrong example for my siblings. I tried again and talked to my father and mother. They do not want their son to miss the privilege of having a good education at the expense of their financial inability to support it. They are the only ones I have.

I do not know what to do.  I do not want my parents to struggle further. I do not want my family to have debts mounting for a futile cause. Though I tell my parents,  they would not listen. Once my siblings come to junior college,  the burden is going to triple. I do not want to be the burden anymore. And I can not run away from them. I can not stay with them and see their suffering. I can not go to college and create a financial hurdle to my family. What should I do now? 

Oh God,  here I come!!!

Dilwale - The Movie Review

Movie:                                    Dilwale
Theater:                                  Khaleel, Nandyal
Show Time:                            21 00 to 00 00, 18/12/2015
Theater Feel:                          3 out of 5 (5 being best)
Movie Rating:                        1.5 out of 5 (5 being best)
Overall Impact on Audience: 2.25 (5 being best)

Hero:                                Shah Rukh Khan, Varun Dhawan
Heroine:                           Kajol, Kriti Sanon
Villain:                             Boman Irani
Director and Screenplay: Rohit Shetty
Writer:                             Yunus Sajawal
Music Director:                Amar Mohile and Pritam
Editor:                              Bunty Nagi


Dilwale is only for Dilwale. I went in with high expectations though I did not like the trailer. Did the movie reach my expectations?

StoryLine :

A Buried Love story, by a huge misunderstanding, revisited after 15 years through a young love. Will they bury the hatchet and fight the old demons?

MainStory :

The story begins in an auto garage in Goa and ends in an auto garage. Shahrukh loves Varun  though Varun is not his brother and apparently Varun does not know that. The bromance between SRK and Varun was the epitome of the story. Varun meets Kriti and both fall in love. To our predictable surprise,  she is the sister of Karol but original ha.  Kajol does not accept their love.

There is a parallel flashback shown in the movie which runs in Sofia, Bulgaria.  Kajol and SRK both offsprings of rivaling mafia dons fall in love after a series of incidents.  Kajol's father does not like this and a fight ensues in Kajol's home. The end result of the fight is Kajol's shoots SRK as she believes SRK cheated her and killed her father.

Back to the present,  after some incidents Kajol and SRK pair up.  Kajol knows the truth ultimately. And they bond. An unnecessary and non-comical track of Johnny lever and Boman  Irani runs in the movie.

Movie Review:

The plot is usual. It is all predictable. The movie shines here and there. Only SRK did the acting. Kriti was unnecessary. Any other heroine would have done the same job as there is less scope. Varun Dhawan overacts.Music is good.

What the movie misses terribly is - Comedy, bad editing, poor screenplay and usual story. It is not even one-time watch.

Editing and Screenplay are not at their usual good too. Rohit Shetty has done a bad job in action sequences too.


Movie Fact: After watching the movie, Dilwale can never be logical Dilwale.

Tollywood Movies of the Year 2015

War and Epic

Baahubali
Rudrama Devi

Family
Srimanthudu
S/o satyamurthy
Gopala Gopala
Pandaga chesko
Jil

Feel good
Bhale Bhale magadivoy
Evade subramanyam
Surya vs surya
Malli Malli edi rani roju
Kanche

Comedy
Pataas
Lion
James bond

Koray Avci Sen - Izmir

I shot some small clips over 3 days. I did not have anything in mind but Sen by Koray was so beautiful that I wanted to pay tribute to the song in some form. So, I created this video.

This Video is shot completely in OnePlus X. The editing is done in Movie Maker. I generally edit in Sony Vegas Pro but my software is expired now.

Hope you enjoy this video and particularly my Turkish Friends :) Tesekkuler.

Panorama of Incredible India

The video was created by me in April 2013 for a leadership summit at my firm. I edited a bit to be fit enough for youtube viewers to watch.

The video covers Dance forms, temples, gods/goddesses, Cuisine, animals, music, festivals and picturesque locations of different states and India as a whole.

My main intention was to show the diversity in India through a video. I used Incredible India 2013 commercial. The same can be found in the below link.

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