I was working as a deputy manager for a machine shop in Ashok Leyland. I had plans to go home to hyderabad on the ocassion of vinayaka chavithi. I got the bookings for a bus ticket done on that day.Eventually thats a thursday and so no week end rushes and got the seat proper.
The day of my journey, i happened to make a call to madhu saying that i will be in hyderabad and may be will get a chance to meet her. she replied with the lines i got more excited:" am in bangalore yaa.."
"What?? u have been in bangalore and didnt bother to tell me that?"
"Well.. kind of busy and also mom is sick"
and it went on till i said i thought i could meet her and may be next time and all.
Suddenly after an hour, the phone rings. " Would it be possible for you to book another ticket for the bus you are leaving?" Then i thought this had to happen any way. Its all luck and yes with madhu hehehe..
To my wonder, i got the first seat for her in the bus (booked it the very evening) and was so excited to meet her up.
I went to the station about one hour before the bus. She was there already waiting with her sister and baava. YES, we have finally met again after a gap of around 10 years.
She was almost the same.. with chashmish eyes, her hair grown a little more, the dress of a typical hyderabadi/telangana girl. She was accompanied by her ever gorgeous sister and a stout, handsome guy (sister's husband). We had a casual and a very formal intro (:( i didnt like that part and i beleive nor did he. Infact i felt he didnt like me at all.. ) but that all went away.. who cares. i just kept blabbering to madhu not at all thinking about the other two people who were staring at me with looks that could blow a mountain :).
Later i came to know she got suggested to sit separately. (wtf?? i aint a serial rapist nor a psycho). am just a friend of her who have missed seeing her a long time.
this was the journey i still cherish as one of the best journeys of my life. We had our seats requested to be side by side and i dont know how but managed to get them with a lot of adjustments. She brought me my dinner(which means chapathi and aloo curry .. oh yaa curry rolled into chapathi and not separate.) Beleive me that was the first time i came to know that people of my age can really cook food.
We both decided to catch up all the ten years in just one journey. She was the first one to start and it lasted till around 5 hours. I started and ended it up abruptly in an hour. We were both getting late for the sleep. Just slept off and continued in the morning. The catch up had a lot of things.. the school.. gossips at the end of the school, the quarrels, the handsome guys and the crooks.. the time that passed by, the little happiness, the other break ups, the other hook ups,
Saturday, April 3, 2010
The talks
Each time we had a conversation, the typical phone call will go something like : how are u and how are u, then comes hows weather there and weather here..
A lot of times i felt its all stupid and of course the frequency with which we used to talk varies from once in a week or two to three days. so neither of us had a big concern, both feeling happy about the talks. Ya after the weather talk, it comes back to the life and its issues, how friends grow and how they are misunderstood, cherished, lived with. Being a patient listener, i had my ears (yaa both of them ) busy everytime i had a conversation with her.
I just dont understand.. but it felt good whenever i had a chat and i wont mind telling her that i am liking the talks and she wouldnt mind replying back me too.
Whether its the emotion that no body was there with me or whether it was an emotion i just kept alone all the time, but this felt a real good talking to you madhu.
One such instances that i shall keep in mind forever.. The place where i work is around 5 kms from my room. Everyday i had to catch a bus to get back to my place and change the bus on the way.(that was before my darling leopard came). That day i just felt like i should not take the bus. It started drizzling. Hosur being as cool as bangalore, had showers pouring in at that time. Coincidental or just fate, i had a call from madhu. I still remember walking in that rain with my comapny uniform drenched, talking on my moto pebble and walking along the side railing of the road with a beautiful view of small lake and sun set. The talk lasted around 45 minutes( all the walk from hosur to room.) And what we talked about?? as far as i remember , what are the good things in life that have happened.
A lot of times i felt its all stupid and of course the frequency with which we used to talk varies from once in a week or two to three days. so neither of us had a big concern, both feeling happy about the talks. Ya after the weather talk, it comes back to the life and its issues, how friends grow and how they are misunderstood, cherished, lived with. Being a patient listener, i had my ears (yaa both of them ) busy everytime i had a conversation with her.
I just dont understand.. but it felt good whenever i had a chat and i wont mind telling her that i am liking the talks and she wouldnt mind replying back me too.
Whether its the emotion that no body was there with me or whether it was an emotion i just kept alone all the time, but this felt a real good talking to you madhu.
One such instances that i shall keep in mind forever.. The place where i work is around 5 kms from my room. Everyday i had to catch a bus to get back to my place and change the bus on the way.(that was before my darling leopard came). That day i just felt like i should not take the bus. It started drizzling. Hosur being as cool as bangalore, had showers pouring in at that time. Coincidental or just fate, i had a call from madhu. I still remember walking in that rain with my comapny uniform drenched, talking on my moto pebble and walking along the side railing of the road with a beautiful view of small lake and sun set. The talk lasted around 45 minutes( all the walk from hosur to room.) And what we talked about?? as far as i remember , what are the good things in life that have happened.
The second contact
One day while i was back from work and trying to have fun with orkut, a scrap shows up. indurthi madhuri: Hey do u remember me? we were in the same class back at bellampally. Then the bell rang .. oh yes this was her. :)
What followed next were some of the memorable moments. We not though very often used to have a chat online. Finally got her to talk to me on phone. There went a lot of fight, anxiety and catching up on calls. I still remember those calls which lasted only about 15 minutes and were real changers of my hi/low mood. Madhu's come back has created a luck and changed my stars. This is what i still beleive in me.
Right after two weaks of getting in touch with her, i was packing my bags to come back to the homeland of my job hosur where everything i needed is taken care of by the company.
Back at that place, i had time but nothing much to do. Had played a lot of shuttle badminton, tt, basketball and what not.
Life is back(at least thats what i thought). Not just because she is back in contact, but i found my place in job also a good friend to share it with. After all, whats the use of winning or losing when you dont have anyone to share with. When you have some one to share with, everything counts..(even winning a badminton round with a sucker :))
What followed next were some of the memorable moments. We not though very often used to have a chat online. Finally got her to talk to me on phone. There went a lot of fight, anxiety and catching up on calls. I still remember those calls which lasted only about 15 minutes and were real changers of my hi/low mood. Madhu's come back has created a luck and changed my stars. This is what i still beleive in me.
Right after two weaks of getting in touch with her, i was packing my bags to come back to the homeland of my job hosur where everything i needed is taken care of by the company.
Back at that place, i had time but nothing much to do. Had played a lot of shuttle badminton, tt, basketball and what not.
Life is back(at least thats what i thought). Not just because she is back in contact, but i found my place in job also a good friend to share it with. After all, whats the use of winning or losing when you dont have anyone to share with. When you have some one to share with, everything counts..(even winning a badminton round with a sucker :))
Sunday, March 28, 2010
The after life
Call it life after that or just life after she has left, it was just the after life. Just at some point of time you miss someone who was good to you and u leave it all behind. The after life has been so rocking as well. Yes. I never had much friends after that but i just thought i wont require any. I lived my life all for myself.
Have learnt swimming, billiards and practised them for a long time. Due to the new limitations, i had to go on cycle for two kms up and down dialy. That helped me keep busy all the days and got tired so early to think of anything else in my life.
Just as the years passed by, i almost forgot madhu's memories and all about her except for that smile she had and the song which she always sang. Each time i hear that song, i sense a familiar hand touching me, a familiar tone soothing me and that same old hippicut, four eyed buddy flashes in my mind.
Days have grown smaller and still time staggers and drags whenever i hear that song. There are only some people who can tell which song it was. I aint gonna disclose it.
After that, i am gonna write it as simple as it happened coz no more spiced up events in my life.
I did my Inter, BE and was in job with Ashok Leyland one of the leading truck sellers of India. Was appointed as a deputy manager with the company and was undergoing training. As a part of trainee i was moved to mumbai to coordinate for getting some fire fighting trucks body building for military.
Well i shall tell you about the situation there. I was a trainee by then. That was the first time i have been to a big city. I dont know shit about the place. I was just given an address and a name to meet with. No idea of what i am supposed to do. What i am supposed to coordinate. None so ever. Added to the top of it, i caught fever which was around 102 degrees. Depressed, mentally failed, i called up home to hear whats happening. Dad could sense what was missing and called up our relative in mumbai straight away. It was a life saving act for me.
The next three days looked to me like a bring back from the death. I got my health back, was eating healthy home made food, know atleast a decent route to the station and where to find good break fast, had a home(or rather call it a room) to come back to, a working internet connection to mail up all the shit to my bosses.
Mumbai is a place that is meant for work. People there are just so busy and yet so friendly. Its always about the work that they travel a whole lot of kilometers, they work hard, maintain good composture, no hard rivalries, no losing tempers, everyone is just about good at their work.
Since i get to have a lot of free time, i spent it at home trying to have fun over internet. Orkut had been a good friend of mine then.
Have learnt swimming, billiards and practised them for a long time. Due to the new limitations, i had to go on cycle for two kms up and down dialy. That helped me keep busy all the days and got tired so early to think of anything else in my life.
Just as the years passed by, i almost forgot madhu's memories and all about her except for that smile she had and the song which she always sang. Each time i hear that song, i sense a familiar hand touching me, a familiar tone soothing me and that same old hippicut, four eyed buddy flashes in my mind.
Days have grown smaller and still time staggers and drags whenever i hear that song. There are only some people who can tell which song it was. I aint gonna disclose it.
After that, i am gonna write it as simple as it happened coz no more spiced up events in my life.
I did my Inter, BE and was in job with Ashok Leyland one of the leading truck sellers of India. Was appointed as a deputy manager with the company and was undergoing training. As a part of trainee i was moved to mumbai to coordinate for getting some fire fighting trucks body building for military.
Well i shall tell you about the situation there. I was a trainee by then. That was the first time i have been to a big city. I dont know shit about the place. I was just given an address and a name to meet with. No idea of what i am supposed to do. What i am supposed to coordinate. None so ever. Added to the top of it, i caught fever which was around 102 degrees. Depressed, mentally failed, i called up home to hear whats happening. Dad could sense what was missing and called up our relative in mumbai straight away. It was a life saving act for me.
The next three days looked to me like a bring back from the death. I got my health back, was eating healthy home made food, know atleast a decent route to the station and where to find good break fast, had a home(or rather call it a room) to come back to, a working internet connection to mail up all the shit to my bosses.
Mumbai is a place that is meant for work. People there are just so busy and yet so friendly. Its always about the work that they travel a whole lot of kilometers, they work hard, maintain good composture, no hard rivalries, no losing tempers, everyone is just about good at their work.
Since i get to have a lot of free time, i spent it at home trying to have fun over internet. Orkut had been a good friend of mine then.
The first split
Well i dont say its a split that we brought out for each other. But its just fate. The very year as i was loving all the friends that i have but again dad's job got us transferred to another village a bit far.
I just didnt even get enough time to say good bye to my dear friends. Really breaks a heart.
That was a tough one to come out of. I still remember not able to talk to any one after that for about a week. Not because i just missed the friends, it was because i just didnt want to go to a new place.
Felt like i shall never get enough good friends again. It was all new faces again but i felt a lot different. Was it so that life always brings in a lot of people around us and then puff, the next moment its all gone and a whole new cycle begins again? If thats the way life is going to work, then to hell with it. I dont need any kind of relations. I just made all things by myself. Was a loner all through the rest of my school time.
I did observe a lot of people but still couldnt figure out that there is something that binds human indviduals together. To some it was just the place, to some it was gender, to some it was the tone in their voice. It was always very hard to find friends.I became cold, no feelings on heart, no counting days to pass, no pretty many excitements in life, nothing seemed good to me. Just mechanical life, like a robot. No attachments, no feel good factors.. sometimes i just felt like i aint living anymore.
Not only was madhu a part of my only lived childhood, she was the best part of my childhood. The time i spent with her, the time we had quarrels on some stupid issues, the times we showed each other our attitudes and virtually THE FINGERS, and the times we stood for each other.. just cant get past that.
Again its always good to have a friend around you and its always great madhu for me if it were you.
I just didnt even get enough time to say good bye to my dear friends. Really breaks a heart.
That was a tough one to come out of. I still remember not able to talk to any one after that for about a week. Not because i just missed the friends, it was because i just didnt want to go to a new place.
Felt like i shall never get enough good friends again. It was all new faces again but i felt a lot different. Was it so that life always brings in a lot of people around us and then puff, the next moment its all gone and a whole new cycle begins again? If thats the way life is going to work, then to hell with it. I dont need any kind of relations. I just made all things by myself. Was a loner all through the rest of my school time.
I did observe a lot of people but still couldnt figure out that there is something that binds human indviduals together. To some it was just the place, to some it was gender, to some it was the tone in their voice. It was always very hard to find friends.I became cold, no feelings on heart, no counting days to pass, no pretty many excitements in life, nothing seemed good to me. Just mechanical life, like a robot. No attachments, no feel good factors.. sometimes i just felt like i aint living anymore.
Not only was madhu a part of my only lived childhood, she was the best part of my childhood. The time i spent with her, the time we had quarrels on some stupid issues, the times we showed each other our attitudes and virtually THE FINGERS, and the times we stood for each other.. just cant get past that.
Again its always good to have a friend around you and its always great madhu for me if it were you.
The first meet
Getting an admission in a school was a little difficult at that time. I was quarter into class 6 and we got transferred. So getting into another school was difficult unless there was a recommendation from the previous one. Dad had a good recomendation from whoever has transferred him and was able to get admission.
Now the first day of the school again. I get to remember the first time at that school in manuguru. I was 10 years older than that but still have the same fear of meeting new people.
We were introduced into our classes after the lunch hours. The first question i get to be asked is from Annon. "What was your score in quarterly?". i said '523', thinking low coz that didnt even make to the top 10 in that school. "523?", annon asks again with his eyes shining and all. In a matter of minutes, i was surrounded by everyone in the class asking me where i used to study, whats the place like and all. Every one was surprised to see that someone can score such marks. I thought i was low but having seen them, i can be a hero to them :)
Well thats about the first day at school. But thats just the beginning. Annon had me introduced to everyone in the class. Its a good feeling to go expecting nothing and getting a hero welcome.
Its funny when a young man recollects a lot of things that he has been through.. coz i dont really remember my first birthday, my first pair of shoes, what my first toy was, when i went for my first picnic, when i took my first step or when i said "amma", but i do remember the first time some one give me a good smile before saying a hi. That was the most beautiful voice i have ever heard. and you know what it said? it said," oh u are one of those brainy fellows. U are my competition."
I dont think madhu still remembers all this but i do. (else why would i waste a post just writing about it??). I still remember that hippy cutting that she used to have, the pair of spectacles and beltless gown which used to cover till just below knees. i dont remember if they call it gown or skirt or whatever. She was good looking with that dress.
It didnt take much time to realise she was the topper of the class and also daughter of one of the teachers and so not much did anyone fool around her. Now there is something curious about this school when compared to my previous one. The previous school, guys hated girls and vice-versa. Hardly did i speak to any girls in the other school. But here, i was there sharing the same bench with another girl and no one bothered it. This was something new to me. Not that i am complaining..:)
It just took some time for me and madhu become good friends. Though the other guys hesitated to talk to her a bit, i didnt mind. The first test results were out and i was top by a big margin. The whole school got impressed. Now my brother topping in his class with a bigger margin was the topping on the cream. Obviously madhu's mom got impressed and called us to pay a visit to her home.
She was so good. I still remember the friendly look of my teacher and the courtesy of madhu. We were just asked one question, " how do we study so good?"
She didnt mind sending madhu over to our house. (which was just a 100m away across the road. ) We could even watch their home from ours.
We did a lot of home work together. It was always good to have friends around. I thought my memories of earlier friends are now vanished with these guys. Not just madhu, annon, rajesh , karunya, suguna, everyone was at my home for study, homework, play and all. i had always loved the company.
I mean what can be more happy than someone turning up for you just to see you the way you are?
There are moments always in a guy's life where he cherishes them the most and counts as the happiest moments. Well, to me the first one would be having to look into madhu's eyes when she smiled at me when we were kids. A true friend's smile. I never really understood i will cherish them but as i write these lines, i realise yes there was a moment:)
Now the first day of the school again. I get to remember the first time at that school in manuguru. I was 10 years older than that but still have the same fear of meeting new people.
We were introduced into our classes after the lunch hours. The first question i get to be asked is from Annon. "What was your score in quarterly?". i said '523', thinking low coz that didnt even make to the top 10 in that school. "523?", annon asks again with his eyes shining and all. In a matter of minutes, i was surrounded by everyone in the class asking me where i used to study, whats the place like and all. Every one was surprised to see that someone can score such marks. I thought i was low but having seen them, i can be a hero to them :)
Well thats about the first day at school. But thats just the beginning. Annon had me introduced to everyone in the class. Its a good feeling to go expecting nothing and getting a hero welcome.
Its funny when a young man recollects a lot of things that he has been through.. coz i dont really remember my first birthday, my first pair of shoes, what my first toy was, when i went for my first picnic, when i took my first step or when i said "amma", but i do remember the first time some one give me a good smile before saying a hi. That was the most beautiful voice i have ever heard. and you know what it said? it said," oh u are one of those brainy fellows. U are my competition."
I dont think madhu still remembers all this but i do. (else why would i waste a post just writing about it??). I still remember that hippy cutting that she used to have, the pair of spectacles and beltless gown which used to cover till just below knees. i dont remember if they call it gown or skirt or whatever. She was good looking with that dress.
It didnt take much time to realise she was the topper of the class and also daughter of one of the teachers and so not much did anyone fool around her. Now there is something curious about this school when compared to my previous one. The previous school, guys hated girls and vice-versa. Hardly did i speak to any girls in the other school. But here, i was there sharing the same bench with another girl and no one bothered it. This was something new to me. Not that i am complaining..:)
It just took some time for me and madhu become good friends. Though the other guys hesitated to talk to her a bit, i didnt mind. The first test results were out and i was top by a big margin. The whole school got impressed. Now my brother topping in his class with a bigger margin was the topping on the cream. Obviously madhu's mom got impressed and called us to pay a visit to her home.
She was so good. I still remember the friendly look of my teacher and the courtesy of madhu. We were just asked one question, " how do we study so good?"
She didnt mind sending madhu over to our house. (which was just a 100m away across the road. ) We could even watch their home from ours.
We did a lot of home work together. It was always good to have friends around. I thought my memories of earlier friends are now vanished with these guys. Not just madhu, annon, rajesh , karunya, suguna, everyone was at my home for study, homework, play and all. i had always loved the company.
I mean what can be more happy than someone turning up for you just to see you the way you are?
There are moments always in a guy's life where he cherishes them the most and counts as the happiest moments. Well, to me the first one would be having to look into madhu's eyes when she smiled at me when we were kids. A true friend's smile. I never really understood i will cherish them but as i write these lines, i realise yes there was a moment:)
Why should i?? and about me
Yes, thats the question that comes out of every one who are faced with a simple request of help. Well there aint much answers to it as of now if i thought why i should write this blog. But the only thing that comes to my mind is to keep some memories of some good friends on the record than on the mind of mine which is more or less fuzzy and forgets things so easily. So here i am writing a blog about madhu, my good old friend from childhood.
Well to start with, many of you know me (coz i dont give the link to the strangers) as a friend, an acquaintance, a brother, a son and some important mark that doesnt get unnoticed when u look back on the life. For those of u who are trying to read about me for the first time, here is the vital, minimalistic and desparate info that u may need to know about me.
I am naresh kumar Devalapally( funny though all my family writes the surname first and i write it afterwards.)
My schooling has been a lot of mingling and leaving a lot of friends which means i got to know a lot of people but got to keep none of them till the end. My schooling ended up with changing about 4 schools. Due to Dad's job which required frequent transfers to different places, we had to study in a lot of schools. I dont blame him for this and infact i thank him for getting us know the world in different ways right from childhood. So where did this madhu come from?? well thats the next post i beleive. But this post my dear madhu is about me, me and me (well atleast untill the moment i met u)
I was born at some place in Srirampur a small town near adilabad andhrapradesh. I was known to be the calm guy of the house. As a child, wasnt much a noice maker. Well i was so confused and scared all the time. I still remember the first day of my school. Dad was there to leave me off at the class. I just saw him go with his scooter on to the other side of the road. I got so scared that during the interval i just took off with my belongings to the other side of the road to meet my dad. Well eventually i was lost in the way. Luckily, i was good enough to remember dad's name and where he worked. Thankfully i got back home that same evening. That was the place in manuguru. Then we got shifted to yellandu. Those were the best days of my childhood. Being not very away from home and school, i got a lot of friends back there. Studying there was like a war. Every one competed. all the effort was going to vain coz however hard i try, i was not even in the top 5.
But one day, my brother made me sit in front of him and taught me english grammar well before there was anything called grammar at school. I was the first one to know the spelling of grammar in my school (each of us spelt it as grammer at first). Known to be a good student at english.
But as fate has it, dad got transferred to some stupid place we havent even heard of earlier. The place was named Bellampally. I had no idea where this place is. Its a heart breaking situation to leave my place. 5 damn years and the next day u see all new faces and all new things. Ur favorite park will no longer be available. The friendly neighbour is missing. The very sound of friends is not there. I dont really know if i would ever relive those moments of life.
I was all tears when asked to pack up all my things. The next day i was in bellampally unpacking my things.
The first thing about bellampally is our house. It was more than 40 years old and was so clumsy and haunting. We got big rooms, better place at the front but all this was empty. Spending every night was so hard. Our house situated right next to the road where loaded cargo will be crossing by every night. Right after house , the road turns a big gradient which means more punching the accel and more noise. The very first day was a night mare.
All in all my life till then was simply called a normal routine life of an average middle class guy's kid.
Well to start with, many of you know me (coz i dont give the link to the strangers) as a friend, an acquaintance, a brother, a son and some important mark that doesnt get unnoticed when u look back on the life. For those of u who are trying to read about me for the first time, here is the vital, minimalistic and desparate info that u may need to know about me.
I am naresh kumar Devalapally( funny though all my family writes the surname first and i write it afterwards.)
My schooling has been a lot of mingling and leaving a lot of friends which means i got to know a lot of people but got to keep none of them till the end. My schooling ended up with changing about 4 schools. Due to Dad's job which required frequent transfers to different places, we had to study in a lot of schools. I dont blame him for this and infact i thank him for getting us know the world in different ways right from childhood. So where did this madhu come from?? well thats the next post i beleive. But this post my dear madhu is about me, me and me (well atleast untill the moment i met u)
I was born at some place in Srirampur a small town near adilabad andhrapradesh. I was known to be the calm guy of the house. As a child, wasnt much a noice maker. Well i was so confused and scared all the time. I still remember the first day of my school. Dad was there to leave me off at the class. I just saw him go with his scooter on to the other side of the road. I got so scared that during the interval i just took off with my belongings to the other side of the road to meet my dad. Well eventually i was lost in the way. Luckily, i was good enough to remember dad's name and where he worked. Thankfully i got back home that same evening. That was the place in manuguru. Then we got shifted to yellandu. Those were the best days of my childhood. Being not very away from home and school, i got a lot of friends back there. Studying there was like a war. Every one competed. all the effort was going to vain coz however hard i try, i was not even in the top 5.
But one day, my brother made me sit in front of him and taught me english grammar well before there was anything called grammar at school. I was the first one to know the spelling of grammar in my school (each of us spelt it as grammer at first). Known to be a good student at english.
But as fate has it, dad got transferred to some stupid place we havent even heard of earlier. The place was named Bellampally. I had no idea where this place is. Its a heart breaking situation to leave my place. 5 damn years and the next day u see all new faces and all new things. Ur favorite park will no longer be available. The friendly neighbour is missing. The very sound of friends is not there. I dont really know if i would ever relive those moments of life.
I was all tears when asked to pack up all my things. The next day i was in bellampally unpacking my things.
The first thing about bellampally is our house. It was more than 40 years old and was so clumsy and haunting. We got big rooms, better place at the front but all this was empty. Spending every night was so hard. Our house situated right next to the road where loaded cargo will be crossing by every night. Right after house , the road turns a big gradient which means more punching the accel and more noise. The very first day was a night mare.
All in all my life till then was simply called a normal routine life of an average middle class guy's kid.
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