Sorry dear blog, couldn’t come to u all these days!!

Will definitely try to update you before I go. :)

When I was a little kid (didn’t join school yet), my mom taught me a verse,

"Guru Brahma Gurur Vishnu

Guru Devo Maheshwaraha

Guru Saakshat Para Brahma

Tasmai Sree Gurave Namaha"

Meaning: Guru is verily the representative of Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva. He creates, sustains knowledge and destroys the weeds of ignorance. I salute such a Guru.

When I hear the word teacher, the people who come into my mind are my school teachers. They were the people who inculcated most of my good habits. Taught me what was good and what was bad and how to differentiate between them. They were my parents in school. There were even times when I fought with my mom saying that she is wrong and my teachers were right. That is because of the trust, I had in them. When I was a kid and people asked me, “What would you like to become when you grow up?” I always replied “Teacher”. They always asked me, “Don’t you want to become an engineer or a doctor?” I always said, “No, I want to become a teacher.” They were role models for me. They showed us what the world was, taught us morals, inculcated discipline. Here are my teachers, who taught me. My first teacher, Mrs Brenda Periera, was kind and gave me chocolates everyday if I was good in her class. Mrs. Sally, I was terrified of her because she was strict. Mrs Nirmala Prasuna, who instilled confidence in me that my English isn’t bad and in fact much better than others who were teasing me that I spoke accented English. She also quite encouraged me to pursue extra curricular activities. Thank you very much mam. Mrs. Fatima, I was never fond of her because I was not her favourite student. :) Mr. Aditya, taught me how exactly to write my name in Telugu. Mrs. Ruby, made Biology quite an interesting subject. Mrs. Savitri, introduced the concepts of Geography. Mrs. Francina, who taught us how to write the cursive writing and punished us whenever we missed a single day of handwriting. Mrs. Ann Monica was quite strict and I wished every day that I should be invisible in her class. Mrs. Aruna taught us the different poems in Telugu. Mr. Raju, who always believed in me. Mrs. Sarita Nair, who made me realize that I had leadership capabilities. Mr. Sainath, who believed in me and helped me improvise my math scores. Mr. Swamy Prakash, who inculcated in me the habit of logical thinking, and made me realize that I had it in me to become a programmer. Mr. Frederick Periera, who made me fall in love with English. Mrs. Uma Venugopal Rao, who made us learn History in such a way that we could not forget it during the exams (Even then I tend to forget it) and made us realize what the real world would offer us. Mrs. Rohini, made our Biology lessons interesting. Mr. Phaneendrudu, taught us how to differentiate between right and wrong while teaching our Telugu lessons. Mrs. Madhavi made us question things to know the answers. Brother Issac, who gave his unending support and helped me realise my potential. Father Joy, who trusted in me with the responsibilities of a leader and made me realise that I was also capable of leading and not only following. I thank you one and all for everything you have given me, for making me realise my worth, my capabilities and made be a good human being. Thank you so much :)

After school is the most decisive period of anyone’s life. And even then, I really had wonderful teachers who helped me in my life. G.V.N.Prasad sir, who helped me achieve a scholarship to join the institute and made chemistry interesting. Aparna mam, who taught me Physics in a fun way and supported me during that stressful period. Sharath sir, who was very considerate in teaching me maths. Shashidhar sir’s witty classes sometimes loaded with sarcasm, if I made any mistake. Ram Mohan Sir’s boring lectures on life, which was hardly bearable. I thank you all for supporting me and instilling the confidence in me that I could do anything under the Sun :)

And in college, there were really a very few people whom I really respected a lot and loved them. Some of them being Sireesha Mam, Nageshwara Rao Sir, Sita MahaLakshmi Mam, Padmaja Mam, Satish sir, Acharyulu Sir, and my project guide, Sai Chandana Mam.

These are the people who helped me shape my life to what it is today. From my childhood till now, every teacher’s day, I was either at school or at college, near my teachers conveying my gratitude and thanking them for being there. But this year, I have decided to dedicate this post of mine to all my teachers, who have made me, realize my mistakes and sometimes even my potential. Thank you very much. All I can say is at each point of my life every one of you had destroyed my ignorance and made me more knowledgeable.

PS : Started as something but it turned out to be something else :)

First of all let me declare something, I am a die – hard HP fan. But the movies have somehow left a void when I watch them. But then again, the analytical mind says, “Come on, it is not quite humanely possible to fit a 440 page book into just around 2 or 2 1/2 hours of movie”. Imagining things from a book is quite different when you see the actors actually portraying them. Well the first time I met Harry was in the movie of course :) The much hyped Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone released in 2001, when I was in class nine. I had to convince my mom that I would really watch an English movie (I was a kid and I didn’t watch much of English movies then!!) So I convinced my mom and asked her to take to me to the movie. After a lot of pestering, she yielded and we both went to the movie. It was then I met Harry – a cute lil baby with an old person (Dumbledore) leaving him at the foot steps of his aunt. My sympathy rushed for him, and after the movie, I instantly fell in love with the “Wizards”. And the last sentence that Harry says – “I am actually leaving my home”:D After that The Chamber of Secrets was released in 2002. This time my mom understood that I liked the previous one and so she took me as soon as I asked her. I liked both the movies because I wasn’t still introduced to the Harry Potter books then. After my class ten, came a time when I had loads of free time and finally I could lay my hands on the books. I got immersed in them and I fell in love with Hogwarts and The Wizarding World and Dumbledore ofcourse :) From then on, I got my hands on the books before watching a movie and it always left me unimpressed. I went to the movie s expecting more out of them but always came out disappointed. But I still go and watch the movies because it was due to these movies; I fell in love with the books. I must have read almost each one of the book at least ten times and whenever my mom sees me reading a book, for that matter any book, the first question she asks is “Is that a Harry Potter book?” And I give her my huge close-up smile :D That’s how I fell for the books. My bro still asks me, “Isn’t that for the kids?” And I give him a reply, “Everyone has a kid in them! :P” Will tell u more about my feelings after reading the books, soon……………

With the advent of the month of ‘Aashaadam’ – discount is the word of the month. People, especially the women tend to go on a shopping spree for the month of ‘Shravanam’! Being a gal, even I went for shopping with my mom and aunts. Going to different malls was a different experience altogether. All the behaviour depends on the price range of the items you buy. If you want to buy a ‘pattu saree’, then u are given a royal treatment, if it is a fancy saree, then u are given a VIP treatment and if u want to buy a normal or casual saree u are asked to wait and wait and take ur lot amongst a thousand such women who are looking for different sarees. And at the discount sale, u need not tell the scenario. People flock there and go on taking different things. When my aunts were looking at sarees, I had the leisure of looking around the shop and I could see some men looking after their children when the wives were looking at the sarees. The first thought that came into my mind was “Poor fellows!!” My heart went out with them. I mean why bring them when they are not interested? So that was the shopping spree. Though it has its own amounts of fun

Once upon a time, there was a dove named Diya. She had a small world of her own. From childhood, she watched different people, different beings, a whole new world out there. She always dreamed of reaching those new people out there and exploring the world. One day, she decided that the time has come to explore the world. So she set out, flying alone. She was happy and excited because finally, she could try to do things which she has always dreamt of. The excitement mounted and she flew hastily and then suddenly BANG! She didn’t understand what happened. The world was waiting there for her but she couldn’t go there. She tried again and again. Every time she tried, BANG! BANG! BANG! After many attempts, she felt unconscious. Poor Diya, she didn’t know that she lived in a glass cage. She could only see the outer world but it is not hers to do what she wants. Later in the evening, the boy who kept her as a pet saw her fallen down, took her to a vet, nursed her and put her back in the glass cage. She had to live all of her life in that glass cage, for, the boy never really understood that Diya wanted to fly high and feel the world. The boy thought that he was protecting Diya but never understood that he was stamping all her aspirations and dreams. This, in short, is the life of a girl. Every girl has a glass cage around her which she realizes at some point of time in her life. Realizes that her life is not in her hands but she lives in a surreal world where she thinks that it is in her hands!

This is my second attempt at blogging. The first one failed miserably due to a variety of reasons, which include - losing interest in the middle of posts, busy schedule and a feeling that I didnt do "justice" to the blog :D. Afterall blogs are for postings and if one doesnt post regularly, what use is it?