My Word & My World

I used to watch movies because the reality is so lousy. Movies take me to a new world that was created by some dreamer. I believe in my mind that my movie is worth some time to show it to the world. But unfortunately I’m away from making movies. Sometimes when I watch movies and some scenes seem like this is what I thought to happen in my movie and astonish to the creators ability to replica my exact thought. Rather I keep myself proud that there are people who think exactly like me. Some movies make me overwhelmed by the script or the making but some make me cry like a child. Whether its an hollywood movie or a tollywood movie, I get emotionally attached to the happenings within the storyline. There are few movies I wish I had been that character in real life. “What a beautiful creation it was”, I thought and kept dreaming about it.  I recently rewatched a movie which was a remake into hindi version. I was remembering the Telugu dialogues of that movie which were suppose to be an ...

 I wish all my readers a great year ahead. During the pandemic times, it is very tough to keep ourselves safe from the danger outside. But if we are aware of how it can be prevented, we can avoid being stuck in the clutches of Covid. Stay safe. In the recent past, I had an argument with a person. The most important person in my life. It is like a very minor issue to discuss but eventually it as dragged with fueling words. Even the smallest things erupts like a fuming volcano if it gets hit by words. As a writer, I understood its power long back, but becoming a victim is what new to me. Everything moves with money. This is the lesson I learned after that argument. Even the relationships like best friends, brothers, husband and wife aren't fully resistant when standing against money. It just destroys the relations like the locust feeding on grass. I underestimated the power of money. And now I realized what it can do to a human.  I was in a thought that we need money for surviva...

It was the fall of 2015. Like the leaves, my days fell wasted. And a constant reminder of my future, which I guess; hopeless. There is a pull within my thoughts for words, and its the greatest love story in my life. Every time i wish i had someone to share with, the only companion is a white sheet and a pen to cum on it few beautiful verses of my mind. I guess a writer stole my heart. I don't remember the gender of the pen, i fell for the mind that created combinations of some twisted, creepy, beautiful, adorable phrases and stanzas. And an alien feeling captured my thoughts to recreate everything I feel and store unexpressed. Here I came up with some astonishingly heart-touching poems of my pen. Yes, I fell in love with myself. Amidst of the unsure fathom lieing unknown to my path, I dreamt of things that were captured and destroyed by other things I loved. And the rest is just life. Started being a Software slave. Entitled to various positions of slavery with a redeeming life of ...

It's been a long time to involve myself totally into reading something. During the lockdown, I haven planning a few things, and reading this particular book is one of them. In my previous organization, its CEO had suggested to me about reading "The Fountain Head" by Ayn Rand. I quickly searched about it in google and found some interesting facts about this book. Also, I'm a big fan of Ram Gopal Varma. Now don't think I too behave the same as him. I can't. During his interviews in #Ramuism, he peculiarly described this Book and its Writer. I was touched. Maybe the two reasons motivated me and inspired me to get some time into this book. About this book: The book suggestively describes Individualism (known as Objectivism). With a stunning story and characters that seem like in real world, which makes us involve into the book. They all have a weight in their living, and the flow is astonishing. There are a few areas where one loses the mind while reading. Thing i...

In everyone's life, we have a day solely dedicated to something special. We may not share it with anyone nor we celebrate it showing to the world. We silently stretch our lips in joy or secretly shed a tear in grief. But that day, is so special that only a few people who can be filtered into best can know. Spending the entire day wearing a mask to make the world to see us what we are not is definitely not a real sign of happiness which we fake ourselves with. A moment of truth which defines our real motives and real self to the one we really care about, makes the soul relieved of an empty life spent till then. Some words are unexplained and some others are forgotten. But thy never forgets what makes him/her happy or sad, even its subconsicous. Learning what we dream has become dreaming what to learn. A fake world disguised into something unfathomable and striving for heights that life has never imagined. This is brain-washed as the goal of life. And no time to wakeup and realise ...

Everyone wishes for miracles in their lives. Like all, I wished for miracles where I can fight the obstacles far more easily than I was now. Maybe some dreams are costly than others, all I ever wanted was knowledge and control over myself. People tend towards what inspire or make them feel adventurous. This life, I just dream of being an adventure, till the last breath. The greatest miracle that can happen to anyone. Some dreams are always dreams, my friend. This line is one of the favourites. When people come into my life, I see them and treat them very specially. Exactly, the same way like I treat myself. But, shit should be treated like shit. Even though I learn this many a times, my instincts still ask for something so I start searching for it in everyone. When you have more than others, it is a curse to be surrounded by people who cannot understand what you even possess. So, the best should be surrounded by better, at least. A lesson that is learnt after few obstacles crossed ...