tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70616908825838086452011-11-27T17:05:33.332-08:00Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-7729211768883889472008-10-15T01:27:00.000-07:002008-10-15T01:28:35.029-07:00<object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" id="doc_871643146385303" name="doc_871643146385303" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" align="middle" height="500" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://documents.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=34092&access_key=bxfbcx80puus7&page=&version=1&auto_size=true&viewMode="> <param name="quality" value="high"> <param name="play" value="true"> <param name="loop" value="true"> <param name="scale" value="showall"> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"> <param name="devicefont" value="false"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"> <param name="menu" value="true"> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> <param name="salign" value=""> <embed src="http://documents.scribd.com/ScribdViewer.swf?document_id=34092&access_key=bxfbcx80puus7&page=&version=1&auto_size=true&viewMode=" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" play="true" loop="true" scale="showall" wmode="opaque" devicefont="false" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="doc_871643146385303_object" menu="true" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" salign="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" align="middle" height="500" width="100%"></embed> </object><div style="font-size:10px;text-align:center;width:100%"><a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/34092/Zoom-505-Patches">Zoom 505 Patches</a> - <a href="http://www.scribd.com/upload">Upload a Document to Scribd</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-772921176888388947?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-85434766593144128222008-10-01T05:09:00.000-07:002008-10-01T07:00:02.901-07:00Copy right @ Blue.Divided ... it's still incomplete ...<br /><br />jab shaam dhaali main dhaal gaya ek robaroo ki talash main ...<br />jo raat gayi main jal gaya ek shama ke parvan main ...<br />jo roshni aayi to kahin kho gaya anjani rah main ...<br />mujhko maaloom na tha ki main abhi manzilon ki talash main ...<br /><br />mere jindagi sitaron se sazi duniya ho ...<br />mere muhale main tilasmi nazare ho ...<br />mere saath ek khoobsurat humdum ho ...<br />mujkho maaloom na tha ki main abhi jannat ki talash main ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-8543476659314412822?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-28496284244568200492008-05-27T03:09:00.000-07:002008-05-27T06:28:34.407-07:00Whats up and how are things going for u all, i think u all might be busy thats why you are not getting the time to even reply to my mails, i am pretty fine here and doing whatever i am supposed to do, i guess we should devise something where we can trap all the moments so that no time will ever separate it from us from our pleasant memories, but anyways there are lot more things to explore in this physical world, you can also check out meta physical world if you want to i.e. another world that exists simultaneously at the same place but not at the same time i.e event might be taking place ahead of the time or slower than the time, confusing, no worries, here is the explanation there might be some one sitting close to you but you won't be able to see him or her, the moral of this whole story is that whatever may happen no one will be left alone, its the natures way of looking at things, isn't that great.<br /><br />Now bit about general stuff this one is special to my friend, room-mate, BTP partner (IIT Delhi slang) who went along with me to meet someone special :). Its called lovers syndrome. Its some kind of illusion when suddenly you see your friends behaving strangely when they are on date. I really had great company provided by someone special girl's girl gang but I was really surprised at both of them as if like all of us expect them are out of this world and we don't belong here. It was kind of funny and strange, I told them and they shied away. Reminder its called Lovers Syndrome.<br /><br />Look i don't know how you all will take this poem but the protagonist wrote it because he is jealous of his room-mate and his new found lady love and more jealous of this new found lady love, the reason he knows that his room-mate is having a girlfriend but he doesn't expect her to be really someone special, its the first time she is meeting him and she is like a friend to protagonist too and that is the reason he is under delusion, he doesn't know why she is so much affectionate toward his room-mate and she is not talking to him, Is she something personal to his room-mate, he just wants to talk to her and get as much attention as she is showing it to him and guess this world is not seeing it and he doesn't believe it and he thinks that all he is seeing is just illusion and he expect somebody to break the spell that he is getting uncomfortable with, he is thinking that she is playing this game with him so that she gets the affection and importance from his room-mate her boyfriend, but this is beyond what he can take from two of them, he is friend and he should not be left alone, now it becomes the war between the three of them and feeling short of strength as his room-mate and his lady love is on one side and he is alone on the other side.<br /><br />The last two para is just the fierceness of the battle that he is fighting with the his room-mate and his new found love, he is still unsure about what phase of game he is in and how to get out as everybody is just pretending that they have got over with the battle and they have won, but he is confident that he is not going to win the battle and finally he is just stupefied, and he is pledging god to help him break free the spell that is the creation of his mind that has nothing to do with his room-mate and his new found love, onus on his life, it's called lovers syndrome.<br /><br />Here is the song that i wrote for them.<br /><br /><strong>Battle never won</strong><br /><br />Things were still the same<br />But the distance closed up<br />Fear to face the truth<br />Started creeping up<br /><br />It just began<br /><br />When i walked down my memory lane<br />I see friends, every one partying at diva plane<br />Red grapes, strawberry cocktails, lemonade<br />Songs, stories, cacophony, melodrama every where<br /><br />Partying at Diva plane<br /><br />Garden of Eden playing love tune for spring queen<br />God of Wind dancing all around, swaying down<br />Desert prince adoring lovely princess of mountain<br />Sun shining blue brightly and me, falling down<br /><br />Me falling down<br /><br />Oh god these delusions, dreams, i am making it up<br />Some body help me, please wake me up<br />I am not insane, oh i am still begging for it<br />It’s the game she played that tricked me for long<br /><br />She tricked me<br /><br />I am still unsure, what phase is it<br />No one knows the answer, who was the first<br />Everyone pretends, they are the one<br />Oh God I am stupefied, can i break free from it<br /><br />Can i Break Free from<br /><br />Confluence or the lonely cage with the golden bars<br />Acceptance or the perception of her mortal self<br />Ecstasy of her triumph or the battle that i lost to her<br />Her love or my sacrifice she doesn’t care<br /><br />Free, freedom, my friend<br /><br />cheers to both of them (love both of you)<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-2849628424456820049?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-81913149039692077402008-05-27T02:33:00.001-07:002008-05-27T07:07:37.106-07:00It started with a simple observation that there are things, events that give us happiness without any logic. I am talking about something which make people feel happy like when they get married, get a raise or promotion in their company, score 100/100 in a mathematics exam. These events strengthened the logic that one has achieved something; similarly there are mutliple reasons and logic behind one's happiness. But i am talking about something different like one of those things that give us happiness without any reason or logic behind them. This is bit difficult to explain as we dont know ourselves that we felt happy at those times, but its true that you enjoy it most, the look and feel some thing which gives you happiness without any logic seems to be coolest gift from the creator.<br /><br />A simple one will be when u sees a cat and dog playing together. Another one will be, seeing the mountain midst of snow and fog, with slight tint of green and blue. Sound of cuckoo, early morning, bells ringing in a temple 5 am before sun rise, sound of water flowing from a waterfall etc. etc.<br /><br />I dont know but i feel great writing about how much my friends loved me, coz it was first time i was feeling cause i was far, far away from home. The month May, which I am talking about is so strange that either its the summer holidays or friends are busy with their semester exams or with entrance exams (IIT entrance), as i gave 9 years ago, luckily i got into it otherwise it could have been 1 more year, generally people forget it and sometimes i too, thanks to mom and dad, they are always there to remind me that I am grown up kid now. <br /><br />This normal guitar party at my place, it looks like a story, sort of small budget movie that i witness at every party at my home with my own eyes, of course, sometimes its me who is the bakra (goat), sometimes its I who chooses the bakra. Everyone rocks dance and dance and joined by everyone else and then we have this guitar session (my self, satyam, jesus on vocals and guitars, accomapined by two more vocalist manna, dora, backgroud vocals are all taken care by the girls), it really looks like good band but mind it concert isn't that ordinary, its beyond common man thinking, its not musical, its not harmonic, just beer that tings all. All the street dogs take cover and all the mosquitoes stop flying and all the neighbours have hard time, but luckily no one complaints in the night but they generally mess it up in the morning sending our maid with loads of advice and threat. <br /><br />Who care's not me in the night, oh shit I do it in the morning. During night no one likes to sleep except few odd one who are looking for small window of opportunity to speak their mind, but not for long, they can't be away from the party, its not allowed not at my place. The we start playing Flash with match sticks as token for money or wolves on paper and then the argument goes over to proving one self and then is the time to find our bakra's and all the fun moment and after that no memories of any sort.<br /><br />Come the morning light baby and my maid rings the bell. <br /><br />Wanga Inga ponga party aiyo.<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-8191314903969207740?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-6766958655586572352008-05-27T02:28:00.000-07:002008-05-27T02:29:28.470-07:00copyright @ Shivam ... it's complete for now :) enjoy papa's maadi's maadu's chulu's and everyone else<br /><br />aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...<br />purane lamhon main kuch is tarah kho jata hoon ...<br />papa ki daat padh le warna fail ho jaana tane ...<br />maa ka pyar kha le warna sookh jaana tane ...<br />bhai ki choclate chupke se kaha jaana mane ...<br />doston ke saath us haseen padosi ki rah dekhna mane ...<br />woh haseen mulakaten Mc'D's par ghanto time bitana apne ...<br />har pal jate aaj bhi jab aankhen band karta hoon ...<br />fir se us purane waqt main ek bar aur kho jaata hoon ...<br />aksar main waqt se jab baatein karta hoon ...<br /><br />aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...<br />college ke woh din sasi ki chai jane kyon yaad aata hai ...<br />woh bak bak woh night out kyon bhulaya nahi jaata hai ...<br />woh aashique main chade parwana bane firna ...<br />woh kadki main chai aur sutta share karna ...<br />hum roz wing main gulzar bane love guru ke gyan sunna ...<br />woh naye naye ideas par companiyan khadi kar dena ...<br />na jaane aaj bhi kyon woh mere doston ka mere saath hasna ...<br />woh roomie ka breakup hone par usse treat lena ...<br />woh contri ke funde woh jungle main mangal geet gaana ...<br />woh back bench main kaale ki class main sona ...<br />semester khatam hone par border par beer ki ganga bhana ...<br />aur lamha lamha gadi rok kar hari grass tar karna ...<br />jab sochta hoon fir se bachpan main khoya pata hoon ...<br />aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...<br /><br />aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...<br />umeed ke buland sitaron ko jab falak se jhaak kar dekhta hoon ...<br />unhe gardish main kahin chup chap chupe nazar paata hoon ...<br />kaash mere pankh hote uski khusboo ki talash main awara udta ...<br />uske husn ko ek baar phir nazron main kaid kar leta ...<br />har khushi har gum se phir begana phirta ...<br />har sharam har nazar ko phir chori kar leta ...<br />mere dost mere waqt main tera rahnugar hoon ...<br />aane wale kal me main bhi biwi bachchon sahit settled hoon ...<br />manzil kitni hi door sahi rasta kitna kathin hi sahi ...<br />isbar tu dekh tujhse teez main udta hoon ...<br />aksar main waqt se jab batein karta hoon ...<br /><br />Please leave out your valuable comments and suggestions ...<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-676695865558657235?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-47464078718317270472008-05-27T02:21:00.000-07:002008-05-27T02:27:50.953-07:00This poem of mine was pending for a long but i somehow got a reason to finish it off.<br />All the people have nice and great time.<br /><br />Days passed glorifying, night went sparklin,<br />Still something runs back of my mind,<br />In my life there are many mysteries,<br />But that reflection still cherished my deep miseries,<br /><br />Nothing but the face with ocean deep eyes,<br />She was like a painting with all shades of god,<br />Her hairs were like Golden River descending from heaven,<br />Her eyes were lit like thousands twinkle of the night,<br />It wasn’t just reflection I had been glued to,<br />It was her innosecence that stole my heart and my mind,<br /><br />She said nothing but I can hear echo of her thoughts<br />Stream of mixed emotion flew wild thorough her face<br />Her hands rolled over my hairs as I was like an unsolved puzzle<br />Warmth of her breath and boiling drops of emotion splashed my face<br />Her long lasting dream of setting herself free from her misery came true<br />A kiss on her forehead closed her eyes and the time became our prisoner <br /><br />We were mere drops in ocean <br />Like dust scattered all around the planet<br />But there was something key to our origin <br />That made us instance of same derived class<br />All the same, same old fear and same wanton desires<br />Everthing has a sense of irony in it that I started to appreciate<br /><br />I felt to sleep dead and saw all my dreams come true<br />Bathed in blue light I felt how beautiful life could be<br />She finally spoke before flowing to the angel’s land<br />Her voice lighter than air, more melodious than the 13th note <br />“Solve the puzzle to get the glimpse of blue divided”<br /><br />I found one clue, all is goverened by the powerful mind<br />Don’t blame god for letting you suffer your deeds<br />God is not the master you are the creator of your own destiny <br />Just think it like this how do u differentiate between good and bad<br />Only when we define bad and that’s where we all make mistakes<br /><br />Every single illusion was visible to me, I is the key to break free from<br />Mind is stronger than what you think it can be, infinity seeks<br />Free mind, you want it, its your way <br />Lives are relative to others, sole definition of existence<br />Sun and stars , are they getting older ? relative relativity <br /><br />cheers <br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-4746407871831727047?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-60384808683421356252008-05-27T02:13:00.000-07:002008-05-27T02:16:35.703-07:00I had written this lyrics for some of the underdogs and one day while just thought of composing a song ... another gospel of Chulosophy<br /><br />I wrote, composed and sang this song, its home recorded with digital camera, if any one wants to listen to it check it out on <a href="http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders">http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders</a><br /><br /><br />dyin dyin dyin i wana take this pain,<br />lyin lyin lyin i wanna hold this strain,<br />liein liein liein i wanna hear u scream,<br />tryin tryin tryin i wanna be ur dream,<br /><br />hold on tight i am gonna take time back,<br />everynight i am gonna sing a song,<br />feel me hurt, crying in ur dreams,<br />i have killed my friends,<br />i hav killed myself,<br /><br />dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...<br />dyin, lyin, liein, tryin ...<br />i am fucked up ...<br />i am dead straight up ...<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-6038480868342135625?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-66687996890215917612008-05-27T02:03:00.000-07:002008-05-27T06:34:37.520-07:00This song is dedicated to all my friends, my roomies in bangalore, IIT-Delhi hostel junta ... :)<br /><br />I wrote and composed this song, I have the mp3 version of this song (home recording). The whistle in the background is not by the guitar its watchman’s whistle. Any one wants to listen to it check out <a href="http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders">http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders</a><br /><br />Woke up wide awake in the dream,<br />Flashing bones and the cigarette smoke,<br />Blenders pride whisky and raising toast,<br />Hey all maadus its party at home,<br />Calm down calm down calm down calm down,<br /><br />One dude got a hundred mile smile,<br />One fanatic neverminds anytime,<br />One maadu has phone rinnging mind,<br />One with guitar lies all the time,<br />Calm down calm down calm down calm down,<br /><br />Hey this is not the end,<br />With reverb &amp; sentiapa,<br />We fly free down in dreams,<br />IIT still Bells,<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-6668799689021591761?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-81251595156005461692008-05-27T01:55:00.000-07:002008-05-27T02:12:57.289-07:00Got carried away emotionally ...<br /><br />I wrote, composed and sang this song, its home recorded with digital camera, if any one wants to listen to it check it out on <a href="http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders">http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders</a><br /><br />would u believe me if i say i love u,<br />would u cry for me if i say i am gonna leave u,<br />would u make up with me if i ever hurt u,<br />but u promise me u wont ever leave me,<br /><br />coz i cant live without u,<br />coz i cant live without u,<br /><br />would u believe me if i say i love u,<br />would u cry for me if i say i am gonna leave u,<br />would u make up with me if i ever hurt u,<br />but u promise me u wont ever leave me,<br /><br />coz i cant live without u,<br />coz i cant live without u,<br /><br />i ain't a super star,<br />i cant u fetch all my love,<br />but i make a promise to u,<br />i will be there livin or dead,<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-8125159515600546169?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-57794941953853830312008-05-27T01:47:00.000-07:002008-05-27T02:11:04.064-07:00This is another song i sang, wrote and composed it. I have recorded the audio and video for the song but the quality is not that good. Anyone interested in listening can check it out on <a href="http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders">http://www.soundclick.com/chulanders</a><br /><br />Em C<br />Can u see it in my eyes,<br />Can u look down deep inside,<br />Can u find out something true,<br />Can u feel me say its true,<br /><br />Em A<br />World over me is making me insane<br />Can not take any more pain<br />Life is cutting all over me<br />Dream is dying i am left alone to see.<br /><br />riff Em C A# A (Arpegio)<br /><br />Em C<br />Can u take me to my mom<br />Can u take me to my dad<br />Can u take me to my friends<br />Can u take me time a back<br /><br />Em A<br />Songs of my own sounds alone<br />Dreams of my own wanders alone<br />Life of my own left all alone<br />Time of my own, i could nt own<br /><br />riff Em C A# A (Arpegio)<br /><br />cheers<br />blue_divided<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-5779494195385383031?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7061690882583808645.post-23697896961057907762007-10-29T03:02:00.000-07:002007-11-26T01:23:43.387-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Introduction: Peace of Mind<br /></strong><br />This is story of group of 8 who set out to explore the world of peace amidst the racing technology and artificiality they were living in. It couldn't have been a better day than Friday when the germ of peace and liviness sprouted and led to journey which was more important than the destination sought after so much of opinion sharing and thoughts from random minds. But its well said if one believes in the journey then the destination shapes like a fairy tale and who could have been a better narrator than the so called <strong>supreme Baba</strong> (B to the A to the B to the A ... <strong>the Baba</strong>) among 8 commoners, that is me.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Chapter 1: Namesake<br /></strong><br />To be fair enough I will introduce the characters so that I shouldn't get lost in the realm of scenic landscapes and unending twist and turns of the Godavri and of course the beauty that lies in the eyes who were far, far away from realizing it coming true at last. I am so called Baba, the germ's fore-father thats what every one called me, I didn't have the identity of myself but got one from the rest 7. The 8 seemed more like the magic number, and believe me it is. Its had no relevance from the stories of dwarfs, horses, nights, kings, kingdom or phantom, it was the destiny of free men who once again got united and marched ahead for common cause "Freedom", more precisely one day freedom. The itnerator was one of the most motivated guy and we all called him "<strong>Laxmi / Muchi baba</strong>", he was one of the orignal baba but later on we found that he resembled one of the character in the song of a Telgu movie which we all saw during course of intial half of the journey "The volvo bus that we took from Hyderabad to Rajmundhri". I couldn't find better word than the one-eyed captain with bean like moustache but "Laxmi / Muchi baba" looked more apropos coz of the anchor role he played in laying down roadmap of the odyssey that I still have to narrate. Then there was the witch "<strong>Lord Vega</strong>" (dearest Bharath) who was more of a savior keeping eye on everyone though his identity was always suspicious in the midst of the game that we played during the course of journey "The Wolves". This guy stole lot of fan fare and fame from me the Baba with his one shot fame pose for the desi underwear on the banks of Godavri. The pic speaks for itself than the Lord Vega's introductory speech defending his identity while playing "The Wolves". I think I will use a separate section to define the game "The Wolves", which had been instrumental in bringing all the different minds together, sometimes this kind of strategy is played by the teachers in play school to bring out sense of belonginess among the kids and I did do the same just to set the context before this motor boat roared for its destination to the lonely, desolate mystic hills "The Papi-Kondulu" which once didn't give away the way to the goddess "The Godavari" and once they did, they seemed to have become the slient worshipper of the goddess. So I have introduced the 3 members of the crew including myself and there are still 5 more left, they seemed even more interesting when I start pening down their names that we gave them on the course of trip. The 4th member was known for his slient and passing remarks and not to mention his abilities control the most key asset of the trip the money, the food and the diary which held the secret of "The Wolves, The Witch, The Villagers", all these were the character's in the game "The Wolves" that we 8 and some unknown voices played on the sole island in the mid of the Godavri where she takes a turn to another side of the world. He was the "Muchi Baba's" right hand and the treasuror of the trip "<strong>De pak pak pak</strong>". The name has no significance with as such before time, but it was based on the crew's desire who wanted to listen spicy and masala story from "De pak pak pak" and he refused to let it come out of his mouth again and again, till he was given the dare to speak out loud "I Love you followed by an Indian girl name five times in row" on the barren island of sand surrounded by black and dark waters of Godavri made slight silverish by the moon on the peak of its youth, I who gave him his name. He was born from the ashes of "<strong>pak pak</strong>" mantra which is actually desi replacement of most spoken word of the west. He was certainly most approachable person and the most effective co-ordinator as the "Muchi - baba" spends most of his time on his mobile phone which was sufferning from network disorder and was hard to look after. Then there was one more character who learnt camaflouging skills from the mountain chameleon and thats why it was hard to find his true identity in the game of "The Wolves", crew were kind of had hard times giving this character name, he was the most smiley person with variety of skills hitting bulls eye in the dark, driving scooter at 100 miles an hour, so there had to be several versions of his name in this Godavari odyessey. To name a few out the limited one's that I remember were, the one I gave him was the <strong>Bala baba</strong> (reminds me of smiling budda), <strong>Shooter baba</strong> (hitting bulls eyes on most of the occassions even in dark), <strong>Scooter baba</strong> (driving scooter consistently at par with 100 miles/hour). The lot of names had got their names from the closed game "The Wolf" that we played during the trip. Now that I had too much about I had to speak about the most destined characters of the game and the rest follows with the introduction with "The Wolf" among 8, "<strong>Venga Wolf</strong>", the guy with puppy looking smile and innocent look all throughout the game. He was most obvious choice of the wolf than the villagers and he builds on his reputation game by game, till the time when all the villagers found the trap door hidden in one his eyes and then after the wolf had to found another wolf, sometimes it was me , the Baba, De pak pak pak accomplise, Lord Vega who later found out the path of wisdom and turned into witch in the last and final game of "The Wolves" and last one Bala baba which played beyond expectations 7 exhibiting his greatest camaflouging skills of all times. Since I have gone so far away in the realm of time I still think that I have 2 more characters left without which the trip might lose the significance in due course of time and I proudly can say they are the most pure villagers in the whole game of "The Wolves" the <strong>Bansi</strong>, the secret keeper of the village and the <strong>Mafia / Satya baba</strong>, the entertainment factory of the village. It was the song which came out of the divine Mafia baba ("<strong>Yeh desh hai vir jawano ka</strong>") which gave the strength to the fellow 7 by taking them back to their days of yore, the theme of this Odeyssey and many more which will come in due course of time. The secret keeper, the Bansi was the gaurdian of all the village secret, he was one of the most desi guy with a sarcasm and a camera which stores all the secrets of the trip. The keeper also had this funny habit of involving everyone by using his one nibbing skills of spontaneous one liners like "<strong>Nahi chahiye bhaiya</strong>", "<strong>Kismat and Paandu</strong>". The Mafia baba was a surprise package with his amazing outspoken, participative skills and the one which involves gathering crucial resources like cigarette, bidi from the local inhabitants on the barren sands around the Godavari. The baba and the mafia shared a common bloodline so it made more attached feeling in the rest 7. The Mafia baba was one of the doomed villagers who strongly desired of playing as one of the wolves but the destiny had already decided a different course of action as the most looked after youngest link of the village.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Chapter 2: The seed</strong><br /><br />The seed started in 2nd floor of Deloitte D block building with the Baba chatting with Lord Vega and the Muchi baba about his previous odyessey.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7061690882583808645-2369789696105790776?l=barah-anna-talks.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Blue Dividedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06249663874186995428noreply@blogger.com1