Peace…..

my city was target to the terrorist attacks on Saturday the 25th of August. Just after 60 years and 10 days of being an independent nation.

We were all watching news and celebrating what is called the LAkshmi Puja and Few others were out to visit the gardens and eat at chat house…

Around 7.30 when 500 of them were sitting in the quite Lumibini Park and enjoying the laser show, the bomb made it way and peeled the men,women and children apart….Few were at the Gokul chat which is famous for its yummy chats, relishing their waut through dishes and bang struck the bomb.Within minutes the laser show was sprinkled with red blood and Gokul turned into a mi sh mash of bodies….

Hands,legs, head open, screws and nuts in bodies were found and kids were not spared too….this is how gory the city was on Saturday the 25th of August…..

Why i am i writing about this stuff….we can cry and morn the loss.However a look at the scene and you will want to take these cowards and thrash them hard. maybe just shoot them point blank.

But we decided we will not act like them, we decided we will fight back. we decided we will stand united and show them that it takes a lot to CRUSH us…..

We are organizing a peace march on the 1rst of SEPTEMBER, Saturday at MMTS near EAT street. the rally is supported by Lions Club and Sailing Federation is joining the force….We the “Peace Warriors” will kill these cowards from the root….join us and make it happen….join hands and lets make a strong chain…a human chain so strong that no one, i mean not even the one below or above can break it…..

Bring the faith in humanity back…fight against the evil and fight against terror…

Be there for sure in person or in prayers and thoughts….BE STRONG……….

grey skies


it is just like a part of the life i lead
it brings in showers of tiny greed
it stays away when needed most…

my grey skies are always dull, loom, torn apart from the real world…
they ask me now questions, they give me no words…
it is just that today i discovered…
they were waiting for me to pull the clouds apart…
to let them rain and shower bliss….

I for my part have to keep the promise…
the promise of showers will fall on your face…
tingling the insides of your soul….
making you feel a part of me…

relationship etc etc….



Lust is easy. Love is hard. Like is most important. ~Carl Reiner

there are many things that make me wonder about relationships. i have seen few friends who are in beautiful ones and few who in it just for security. the whole point being that i look up to the ones who make it worth it.i mean dont we all?

we all learn a lot from the past relationships. we learn not to repeat the silly goofs or we learn to give more. personally i feel that as each one goes by a better you comes out. like

i know a couple, my dear A & S, u know it is like being around magic when you with them. not that they are sweet or romantic or they kiss and hug. it is just cause you can feel the warmth and trust between them. there is this vibe that feels and makes their world better. these are the ones who fall in love and know that there is a bond intact, which will stay for life and remain after.

aren’t we all the same? yes we all are, however at the end of the day being in a great realtionship makes u happy. it makes you feel that need to improve. it makes u want to learn new things and give in more.

the basic thing is that you have to first learn to love yourself and then give it to others. a realationship is stronger between two people who really like each other. so, try and learn to like your partner. do not get into it just for the heck of it. you know u will fall apart after the show ends…

talk a lot and commnicate, learn to like each other genuinely,enjoy the time and you will see the differnce. all of us tend to wait for the other to come to us, may be we can make the difference and be that person. if you see a point that is not seen by him or her, argue about it. a good argument helps you a lot….talk,talk to him/her everyday.

also another thing that i feel is the most important is change. as they say change is the only thing that is stable…so learn to the change it can be a little hard on you or him but it works….

I am writing this as am accepting the changes in me and for better or worse

A part…


there is this breed called “intellect and lucky”, i want to be a part of that….

ever wanted to hear che’s or sardar patel’s voice? i want to….

ever dreamt of sleeping right next to the moon? i want to. last night my son and i were there in his imaginary land…

ever wanted to see re – runs of Nukkad? I want to and feel nostalgic…

I feel like living with Saki for few days and then jumping over the wall and sitting among bhagat singh and his aids, listening to them….

i feel like going into the past for just a few days….few very few i promise….

Deepthi Tanikella

Truth or ………

We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.

Francois de La Rochefoucauld
French author & moralist (1613 – 1680)

Home At last……..

A day spent with family on Independence day, it was great. looking at them for a second i knew i was right, to be in this place called home.I was ignoring them for some strange reason and today I realised how valuable they are to me…a call from SN, a mail from C, a kiss from sonny and a nice home cooked meal from Pa. my day was great….Pedhanana(dad’s elder bro) was online and the man is 70 but strong and using new words he discovered,like yo,and yea on chat :)…..

Uncle R called to tell me that he did not go Subway,he wanted me to be there with him next Sunday and much on the 6 inch…Karthik was happy to find a CD I bought for him slided across casually…..Atha Loved the thought of me making tea for her. We ended up watching an old movie ( Gundamma Katha) and we were competing to see who knew the most dialogues….we eat pokara, we bid goodbye to meet next week…I walked in to freshen up and wear a pair of clean pyjamas….

Mom was wondering if i was alright,”not stepping out of the house are you”? she asked…

I looked at her and said ” no ma I am happy being home” 🙂

Freedom…


free·dom —- the state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint:

the above is what I got from the dictionary, meaning to to the word that India would be celebrating tomorrow. India would be celebrating 60 years of Independence,60 years of being a democratic nation.60 years of change,60 years of culture,60 years of growth,60 years of Constitution and 60 years of liberalization.

now i often keep wondering has India been kept well? did we give her the respect that we fought for?? have we torn her apart? have we made her useless? have we???

I am not sure on we.

I read that the Kashmiri Pandits have been living in temporary accomadations for 17 years…
I hear that the independent Kashmiri thinks that independence for him is in his four walls…
I hear that the villagers in Andhra are tossed and torn between the Police and Naxals…
I hear that the Dalit was killed by upper caste just cause he dug a well to fetch a pail of water…
I heard that Imphal is ruled by AFSAPA and not by democracy…
I hear that Gujrat roits are still raw….
I hear that children are dying of mal nutriton in a village close to the upscale delhi…

I hear that freedom is just not celebration…
Freedom is the way to give away fear…
Freedom is not written in books…
Freedom is still not near to me……….

….the sad part is that I only think of all this a day before 15Th…….

my kind of woman…

her hair is open like the wild Ganges….
her mouth is soft like velvet and wet…
her eyes are a mystery to the observer in day light or in dark…
her long hands are like the stems of the jasmine….
her fingers are like vine they cling on to you…
her toes remind you of the pebbles near the ocean…
her hips are born to rule and swing you along..
her legs are fine like the stretch at the woods….

her body is yours for day and for night…
her soul remains untouched for today and forever….
this her is the she, who lives not by rules…
she lives in a land where she is her own muse…..

she is every women i know, she is the epitome of the earth below and the ruler of the blue skies above….
she s free like the wind, she flows like the river, she laughs like the rain and dances with the trees….
she lives in your heart..hear her close your eyes and hear her…..

Bond the name Ruskin Bond


the post is not about the man in the title.every time i read bond they end up giving me chills. they remind me of the chilly nights I spent in Mussoorie.

I met a guy once in Hyderabad for he had come along with Delhiwallahs to attend a SPIMACAY convention. he was lean thin and a total freak. i met another the same day he had come all the way from Dubai.he gave him attitude at the registration counter. i was like 14,15 or 16 teen yrs and in charge of the registration counter then. we had our differences on the first day…

SPICMACAY as you all know or do not is an organisation started by Dr. Kiran Seth to promote indian music,dance,art and culture all acorss the globe…

Coming back to that year i think it was 1993 or 94, we had to sit in this meeting on day one, that is where all the seniors meet and discuss about who is going to be in charge of what. So, without knowing all three of us were trying to avoid any kind of charge, i wanted to have fun and it was same with them. So, when they asked who would be in charge of the Footwear counter, no one raised hands and I did and I could see 2 more hands in the air and that had to be M and R.

We smiled and we were also responsible to wake up junta at 5 in the morning for yoga. ha ha sure we did????

we made the most out of collecting footwear, keeping it safe and returning it to the owner at the end of each concert. mind you it sure is a tough business. i mean you need to remember who they belonged to and what if the guest looses his number tag and all. we did every thing any young entrepreneur would do to keep those shoes rolling in and out. I still remember the nights we spent at that little hut.( you have to know now that when u attend a concert at SPCIMACAY, you would have to leave your footwear outside so that is why we were posted, to take care of them)

slowly the footwear counter turned out to be the most happening joint in the convention. we loved having people over and many of them wanted to be a part of this elite group. we had no choice but to say a blunt NO!

then we departed and met after many years in 2000 in days when we were no sure on where we were going and drove through the hills of Mussoorie. I think we left our young selves there and i wish to go back and reunite with these people who in a way mean the world to me….