Father of one of her children

This happened many years ago. When we were in the prime of youth. Not that we lost any of the tinge now. I am only saying this to emphasize that this happened many years ago. D.S (794).  was/is a busy man, but ensures that he allocates some time to his good friends like me. He normally gives me the time between 8.0PM to 8.30 PM every day. We have an Irani tea together and then he goes his way and I go home. But one day it was different. He bought a new car, it was not just a car, and it was a caaaaaar. And I wondered why he darkened his windows with a film so dark that it is impossible for anyone to see what is inside and for those inside, what is outside. Ok! That was his taste, I thought.

And many years after I was in a super market to make some purchases and was standing in the long queue for payment. I observe that a young lady was frantically waving at me as if asking me for my attention and was saying a “Hallo”. I was taken aback, because a very good looking lady was actually waving at me and wanted to say something. Her face was vaguely familiar, but I could not place her anywhere in my life.

“Sorry, do you know me?” I asked. It was more a surprise than a question.

“I may be mistaken, but I thought you may be the father of one of my children” she replied.

Nut wit Anthropologist

During an usual excavation for a building foundation, I found a strange looking piece, which resembled a skull. It must have been of a small kid. Somehow, instantly I was sure that it was a great archeological find.

It is in Dantewada, a place which is known for its ancient past, untouched by civilization until very recently. It is a place mentioned even in Ramayana, where Lord Ram spent many years in exile. I was very excited and sincerely believed that my discovery might change the very theories of human evolution that are at present believed.

Today is the Best Day of My Life

(Heck, I wonder why the author copy righted this. It has a wonderful message, so I am tempted to reproduce here )

Today, when I awoke, I suddenly realized that this is the best day of my life, ever!

There were times when I wondered if I would make it to today; but I did!

And because I did I'm going to celebrate!

Guilty Conscious

It was more than a month after my first encounter with our new Headmaster, Capt.R.K.Singh. I hope you all remember that incident of my punctured cycle and a chance meeting of, someone I thought was a Bihari, but later found that he was our new Headmaster. I was sure that he would, the first thing after taking over would either expel me or punish me hard. The first file he would sign was my dismissal. But nothing happened. And I was getting bolder as the days passed. And I was back to my normal tomfoolery.

We were in the class room one day. Our class was just adjacent to the assembly hall in the palace first floor. It was a break between periods and we were joking and making merry. When our House Master Mr. Rama Rao came in and with a worried look on his face, informed me that I have to meet the Head master at his office just before lunch.

Saikorian Adversity

One day in school, I fell from a mango tree;

The wind was too strong to wind my fall.

I fell on a thrash dump.

The dump was so full that it would refuse anymore refuse.

In the process, I broke my arm.

And after a number of injections my arm got number.

The doctor said, it will be a minute prick and will be gone in a minute.

Modern Saikorian

It was a cold winter morning. I was awakened by a jingling mobile phone beside my bed. The tune says “Hey Abba, Hey Abba” and it is continuing to ring when my neighbour puts it off and goes back to sleep. I too activated my alarm at 5.30 A.M on my mobile, but his time was a minute faster, so I too went back to sleep not to loose that time. Then my phone alarm went off. It was very loud and it can be heard all over the dormitory. The Tune for the Alarm is “Saikors is a wonderful place, but it is now time for P.T.”

Wrong Number

Its really funny.

Saikorian Pride and Prejudice

We had observed that on Saturdays, after 2PM the surveillance and the radars were off. There is no particular reason, but that was it. After evening games, we slip into civil dress, have dinner and go and enjoy the evening movie, then back to bed. So that was the slot that was vulnerable to strike. So, a group of us decided to go to Vizianagaram for a movie. We hired some bi-cycles and started off. Our plan was to be back for dinner.

There is nothing much to write until we started to return.  We were happy, that everything went well so far and maybe we felt the same as those Navy seals felt recently at Abbottabad.

The Longest Second

Have you ever had a moment in your life that seemed like minutes or hours even though it was only a few parts of a second? Have you ever tried to see in slow motion of something that happened in a fraction of a second?  I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very confused and it changed my views on life. Life is very complicated, beyond our comprehension.

This narrative is about two sets of people, who have nothing in common, living miles apart, but predestined to affect each other’s lives.

I woke up after the third ring of the alarm. Today is the 2nd of October, a holiday. I walked out into the balcony, the cool wind brushed past me. The distant waves of the bay sounded pristine. The sun has not yet risen, and the horizon was pink and orange. It was a perfect day.

Today I have many miles to go; I have to drive down to Vijayawada, some 400 Kms from Vizag to attend an important function by 1 O’ clock afternoon.

Undo a Mistake

It was in 1973, the eleventh class students were busy bidding farewell to all of us. Some have brought sweets from Vizianagaram to distribute to all of us in Gupta house. Eight years of friendship, fights, and adventures is going to end soon. There was palpable sadness in the atmosphere. The truck carrying the outgoing boys was to leave at ten in the morning. Some of us juniors helped in loading the luggage onto the truck. Then someone suggested that we go in the truck and bid farewell at the railway station. It was a good idea and so, some of us hopped in the truck. The truck left with loud shouts of “Three cheers to SSK” “Hip pip hurray.” “Hip pip hurray.” “Hip pip hurray.”

One Black Friday

During our days, weekly NCC was on Friday evenings. And thereby making all Fridays ‘Black Fridays’. I cannot tell you why, but I just hated NCC. Maybe, just like in my childhood, I used to catch a cold whenever I had a peppermint. So I started hating peppermint. On Fridays, NCC replaced evening games and that was something I could not reconcile.

It was one such Friday and we were in the study hall, after which we had to put on those drab NCC dresses and just march in rows for around an hour, with the Subedhar and other teachers trying to make our lives even meaner.

Disadvantages of being a Saikorian

Every time something funny happens in my life I would like to share it with my friends. And who else do I have other than you all.

These Americans are a horrible race. They invade countries with their armies or their culture. Their marketing culture has crept into our cities. One thing that has always bugged me, and I'm sure it does to most of you, is to sit down at the dinner table only to be interrupted by a phone call from a telemarketer.

I decided, on one such occasion, to try to be as irritating as they were to me. The call was from a sweet voice from ICICI bank and it went something like this:

ME:      Hello
ICICI:   Hello, sir, I am calling from ICICI...
ME:      ICICI?
ICICI:   Yes, this is ICICI...
ME:      This is ICICI Bank?

Video of School by Vijay Bhaskar(999)

Video of School, by Mr. K.Vijaya Bhaskar (Roll No.999)

K. Vijaya Bhaskar  is a film director, some of his films are 

Prema Kavali (2011) Bhale Dongalu (2008) Classmates (2007) Jai Chiranjeeva (2005)  Malliswari (2004) Tujhe Meri Kasam (2003) - Hindi Movie Manmadhudu (2002) Nuvvu Naaku Nachav (2001) Nuvve Kavali (2000) Swayamvaram (1999) Prarthana (1991)