A 'Miss' Communication

“Love is in the air”, they said.

In B.tech, Love is everywhere.

In the cafeterias you banter, in the coffees you sip, in the gossips you share, in the surprise tests that are really surprising and what not. Everywhere and everything, you can see love.

The Republic of Rape

“Colleague tied up, Photo Journalist was raped”

“Girl in Delhi got raped in bus and thrown out”

“Teenager abducted and raped” ……..

The Urban Antipathy

You wake up early in the morning, in that semi-sleepy state you switch on TV to know what’s happening around and you find something like this

“Woman in B’lore dead 5-months ago, found today”

When I saw that I just realized “oh my god, I am a human and living in this so-called civilized society”. Folks, where are we heading?

The Political Analogy

Author: Anonymous

Language: Telugu

Translated by: Drithin

With the outbreak of so-called struggle for attainment of statehood of Telangana region, a million concerns were raised all over. Irrespective of pros and consequences of sanction and denial of statehood, the person responsible for the entire turmoil along with hundreds of suicides of innocent students to bolster the agitation without being informed that they were serving the self-centred mottos of surreptitious politician who is concerned about his added advantage to his investments and gravy train rather than the benefits of neither people nor the region of Telangana. Well known as KCR. To explain the selfish motto, a short analogy was made by an unknown author.

Once upon a time, a village was affected by the pernicious crocodile which lived in the lake situated adjacent. The crocodile was nefarious to the residents of village and beneficial to the lake as none of them venture into fishing, swimming and other activities which destroy the ecological balance of the lake. Villagers appointed a watchman who is armed enough to kill the crocodile when it comes to the shore of the lake. Watchman was not only given enough ammunition but also a fancy salary. Incentives were opulent which included a house, food grains and wood for cooking.

On a full moon day crocodile ventured into the shore of the lake. Watchman’s wife alerted the watchman as she had a glance of the crocodile. Watchman did not bother to wake up and in a semi-conscious state “Let it go, if I kill it we shall not have any work from tomorrow. It should survive to retain the lavish lifestyle of our family” and fell asleep.

Here crocodile is Telangana. Watchman is KCR. To attain his selfish mottos he neither allows nor discord with this sensitive issue to continue his forceful collection of commissions from industrialists of Hyderabad and retain his political career as his party was established with a motto of get getting the statehood sanctioned.

The Faith in Passion - Part III

Jason danced in the joy of his discovery. He ran across the shore to reflect his achievement to the ocean. A situation was conceived by him and he stumbled. He decided to get inside the mountain without wasting his regained energy. He searched in the vicinity to check anything tangential as a tool to dig out the treasure. He found decayed dead bodies with a note sculpted on the rock- The Mountain will stab you to death. Get back to well spring. Have a life. Jason smirked and made his mind empty to avoid unwanted thoughts. He strolled inside with the tools he found near dead bodies.

The Faith in Passion- Part II

Jason strolled into the forest like a veteran hunter who knew every nook and corner of the forest. Species which can crawl, walk, fly, jump, sing and attack are busy in their daily routine. His steps were slow and steady so as not to fall into a trap either set my animals or by his race. Aloof, he saw a treasure aspirant resting at a red wood tree. When Jason walked past him, he did not see any activity with the person. He held his dagger tight to avoid situation which happened with bandits. Jason poked him with his dagger but there is no counter reaction. Out of curiosity, when Jason explored the area from the other side, it was a bank of skeletons of aspirants who might have killed by wild animals.  Holding his dagger tight he explored further, found a note on a tree left by a gaffer which read- Wild animals will stab you to death. Get back to wellspring. Have a life…

The Faith in Passion- Part I

Long ago, there existed a richest city in the world in those deep forests of Africa, titled Congo. High bankability of people, opulence in urban scenery, and expensive outfit with enticing economy existed everywhere. Like the two sides of a coin, in the outskirts of the city existed a dungeon like colony of slaves who were deprived of everything. Including a name to their colony where the capitalist of the city always called it a ‘luxury to the loafers’ in their drunken conversation at those expensive bars.