My first football game at daiict ...

One of the best things abt daiict is its football ground ... truly awesome ... I started plating football when I was in my inter second year ... good sprint but no stamina n accuracy ... to be brief ... an aggressive ameatuere ...
it was my first play day in daiict, with studs, there seemed no obstacle to my sprint or my excitement, i merrily ran after the ball ... very fast indeed ... some one came to steal the ball ... then i noticed something i am very much used to ... lost a bit of control and ran into my opponent senior ...
h HEY he ... DHAB ... thats it ... i woke up only to see the senior howling in pain :( ... sr sry sorry sir ... I fumbled. to my horror, almost all the seniors started running towards us and soon gathered round ...
lending a helping hand they woke us up, said its alright and patted me ... good sprint but no balance ... ( think its Kottu ) ... senior and me are back in game ... Oh! God saved me.
Soon I made lots of friends among seniors and we enjoyed every bit of the game we played ... be it be sun or rain or moon ... no matter what .... just run after the ball ... thats one of the gr8 things I ever learned.
I should thank my seniors for lending a very helpful hand and helping me lot ... thanks to one n all of them ... especially Yashwant Kottu, Giri n Bhavesh.

I dunno where the library is ....

It was my second day and Prof. xyz ( you all know who it is ;) is teching some C stuff ... he asked a girl ... did you count the number of C books in library ... ( what a question to ask ??? ... can't help it ... ).
No. said the girl.
next : 20301045.
(me then thinking ... what is the probability that next turn would be mine ... 1/250 ... hum .... 0.004 ... hehhehe ...... no way ... ); he repeated "200301045" ...
me : (what the buck$%^%&^^* ) ... I stood up and glanced at him with a smiling face ( DON'T YOU HAVE NO ONE ELSE TO ASK??) ...
prof: did you count the number of books in lib.
me: si .. s .. sir ... no sir, I dunno where the lib is ...
prof (what the buck??? )
me (what an answer!!!!!! )
prof : ... interesting ... you don't know where the lib is!!!!
me ( you wanna ask more ??????)

first gen. ICT engineers ...

date: 05/05/07 ; event: finished up my last exam of BTech
date: 07/05/07 ; event: finished with my last and final project of BTech ... BTP ( WildCENSE ) ...
after finishing their BTP presentations most of felt a cence of missing something very close and very dear ... instead of thrumping joy, we suddenly felt for how much we are gonna miss ... our golden days ... out btech ...
when I looked back, I felt like, it was yesterday only when we all came; but i know it was four years back ... but we had, in the end, a few sweet memories left ... abt college ... abt sleeping in LT's ... abt the football games we played and the injuries we ( I ;) ) caused ... abt the fences n walls we jumped ... abt the classes we bunked ... abt the night outs we did ... abt the parties and abt more things ...
seems like a perfect time to recollect those sweet memories ... here are a few of the m...

Obulapathi Nayuou????

My name is Obulapathi Nayudu (as per the tenth class mark list). Difficult to pronounce? I too feel so ... you can call me naidu, a familiar and an easy name to pronounce. Friends call me bully. It (my name) has a story of worth a page (at least thats what I feel).
One day I asked my mom, "why didn't you think of some this else, other than this "Obulapathi Nayudu". You know, its so hard to pronounce and I feel embarrssed". Then I came to know the story behind my name. My first name was "Prakesh" (according to mom), "Prasad" (according to dad). But then I cried a lot. My jejamma (my mom's grand mom) felt that I didn't like my name and renamed to C Obula Pathi Naidu, after our lord Obulesu and my grand father, whose name is also Obulesu. And then I suddenly stopped crying! (perhaps I started laughing, looking at others having hard time in pronouncing my name). So it went, all my childhood. I did my schooling at Sri Nagarjuna Vidhyalayam. Mr. Nagabhushanam was our principal and our English teacher too. He used to feel very proud for his ability in English. One day our Telugu teacher Mr. Anjaneulu asked him for the English equivalent of word "borugulu" (don't wonder too much if you dunno Telugu). Mr. Nagabhushanam searched his entire dictionary only to find out that there is no English equivalent of the word "borugulu" ... enough about my teacher ... (sorry Sir, if you feel embarrassed about this ...). It was him, who renamed me to "Nayudu", saying that its that right way to spell ... (wonder why Chandra Babu Naidu didn't get it right). And then it went for the rest my intermediate (class Xl and Xll). And it was he day of registration in DAIICT (my college ... the place where am doing my BTech in ICT). Some one was trying to call me in mic ... but they couldn't get it right. I went to them to only find that my name was enrolled as "nayuou" ... and then after, till today, not even a single official or professor at DAIICT called me with my full name. They call me either naidu or Mr. 200301045.
And here I stand, as of today, as Mr. Challa Obulapathi Nayuou ... :)