Few days ago, it was around 8pm when I was eagerly waiting for a train in lingampally railway station. I was fortunate to meet one of my school friend veena. It is always a gifted shock when we meet our old friends. Anyways, a minute after our shocking smile, we went busy with our talks related to our jobs and her husband. I was happy that day to meet her unexpectedly.

Exactly two days after our meet, I was returning home from office and I got down the train in my stop. It was around 8:30 in the night and I decided to eat chat as there was no one at my home. When I was eating, I got a call from one of my friend satish. I was struggling hard to implement multitasking of cell talking and chat eating. During my struggle, an excited “hi” pinged my ears which triggered my neck to take a back turn. It was veena again. I thanked God immediately and told satish that I'll be calling back and pressed red button of my cell phone with great force.

I started walking with her. It is just 2 minutes walk to her place and in that short time she came to know that I'm going to skip my dinner. The next moment, she invited me to her place and I was really shocked to hear. I really didn't had words to say and she didn't give me chance to skip the deal. In order to share even more happyness, I forced her to call Anusha, other school friend of ours. She agreed to come and I left to my home for refreshment.

We three used to go to one tution during our 10th class and they know all levels of myself. Though we stay at one place, we never met anytime to share our talks. Only cell phones did that job. So I was really excited to meet them both at a time. After 15 minutes, we met and shared loads of fun for nearly one hour. When I was eating, suddenly one thing striked my mind and it was- I didn't pay for my samosa chat :P. I told the same thing to both of them and anusha replied- “nuvvu happy khadha??”.. hehe happyness unexpected.!!

PS: meeting old friends is always sweet. I hope everyone tastes it :)

At every phase of our life, we are accompanied by our friends. It is always good to have friends by your side to tease, to hurt and to support. But sometimes, we are forced to move apart. It generally happens with school friends, as in those days we do not have any contact numbers to save or to distribute. Initially, We miss them. Slowly, time makes us to forget them.. and now they own the name Old Friends...

School days were the days during which the originality of ours play a major role. 10 years of schooling, and we know each other since childhood, so we never try to impress anyone, and thus the originality comes into picture. Years pass as seasons pass.. but memories stay with us to make us smile. Suddenly, one day, we may/will get a chance to meet our old friends to trigger those old beautiful memories.. and I'm sure.. that day is really a special day.

I have few friends in my life whom I missed. I thought I would never meet them again because it has been around 7 years after our schooling. But i'm fortunate to meet 2 of my old friends after 7 years. Recently, I somehow got my friend Rama Krishna's number and we both talked to each other but never thought of meeting due to our busy schedule :P. Anyways, even laziness has its limits.. right?? so we planned to meet each other. On march 16th 2010, I met my friend RamaKrishna finally. During our school days, I was very short and I used to be the third person standing in line during our prayer time. And now when I met RK, of course after our tight hug, he said “you are comparatively tall now..” and I experienced unconditional proud. We spent nearly 3 hours and recollected our memories. A bench in Krishna Kanth park should thank us as we made her to bear friends instead of lovers..!!

Around 5 days later, I received a call from the same guy RK, and the callsummary was that he talked to Durga (other school friend), and they are planning to meet the next sunday. I was ready for this meet too. But we thought of making it somemore special. So we spoked to few other school friends who are in touch with us and we planned a small get together. We made sure of hiding this plan from Durga. On march 28th 2010, we reached Birla Mandir, and we were waiting for Durga's call. She made uswait for longtime, and finally called RKafter her class (I don't know the details of her course). Atlast, after few call processings, our ex-Leader Durga reached birla mandir. We all were ready to surprise her. As planned, RK met her. He made her to walk towards us. The moment she saw us.. she was speechless (but mouth opened). Once imagine, a girl who was prepared to meet only one friend.. and all of a sudden, she was forced to meet 7 other friends that too after 7 years.. Great feeling.. isn't it?? The initial hours of our meet were really tough as silence played its part. But as I already said school friends are friends with whom we never implement shy. We started our recollecting session and the later hours were so special for us as we travelled back to our school days.Felt really happy to see Vinay Teja, Sandeep (Mowgli), Anusha (topper), Sarojini (Jini), Sravanthi (she hates the name Sravs), RK (the actor) and Durga Venu (the leader, angry young girl). I can proudly say.. we all forced a note of an emotional joy in to our voice..

P.S: I have two more friends whom I'm willing to meet in my life. They are Preethi and Vidya Sagar. Hope I meet them one day.

Few years back, before I had internet connection in my PC, I used to raise a question- “Though friends meet daily, and when cellphones are available, how can people chat killing most of their time??”. After some days, internet was available on my PC and I started chatting with my friends. I never thought of my killing time question again. My initial chatting days were really tough as I used to switch between different chatting windows with rapid speed. The first thing I felt was “it provides good exercise to fingers”. Also, it keeps your mind fresh provided you use limited version of chatting.

Chatting is the best way to share. I feel the best time to chat is during college days. No matter how meaningless the topic is.. it always provides excitement and fun when discussed. It makes you share about yourself which tongue cannot share. It can be used to discuss about many things like friends, movies, old memories, news, gossips and sometimes subject topics, of course we rarely go with the last one. No doubt after chatting, your mind gets refreshed. College days chatting is the first phase in chatting which everyone enjoys by sharing fun.

Times change. College days turn into college memories. Friends become bit busy with their careers and further studies. There are few friends who stayed connected to us for few years and we rarely used to chat with them. And now, they go abroad for their studies and within no time we add their Ids to our messenger list. Previously, we rarely used to chat with them and now we regularly chat with them to stay connected. This is the second phase in chatting. First phase deals with fun, and second deals with fun and also pain of missing them. Anyways, life goes on, and we get habituated to every phase.

After many days, I came across my killing time question again. But this time, I was able to answer it. The answer is- “Chatting gives you chance to share which tongue cannot share, of course not in all cases. Also, it keeps you connected with your old friends”. Life also means.. .3 old friends, 3 separate cities, 3 coffee mugs.. and 1 internet messenger.

P.S: Avoid long hours of chatting. You can chat regularly to stay connected but use limited time chatting. Happy Chatting :).

In my first year of Engineering, I was called out of the class for cricket selections. Ground was already occupied by many seniors of my branch, and without any hesitancy, I questioned myself-”Did I commit a mistake by raising hand when seniors asked for guys who knew cricket??”. Before I could answer to my self made question, I was called by a senior with whom I can surely win Heavy Weight Competition. He asked me to bowl for sometime as I told him that I'm a bowler. After my break-less bowling for nearly an hour, he came to me and told that I got selected. He also told sweetly that you are not going to play in the match as the team got already filled. As a junior, I didn't had any words that day, but I was dare enough to ask him for his name. He simply said “I'm mango”. I thought he was hiding his actual name as seniors generally do.

Many days later, in my 2nd year, I met mango again for the same reason Cricket. During our match practising, our Physical Trainer (named asPitapuram by Mango) came to us and talked to us. In between talks, he addressed Mango with the same name Mango. Then I came to a conclusion that Mango is not just the name used by students. That day, I eagerly asked mango for his actual name, and he said- “my name is Rajesh, but most of them call me mango”.

Later, in my 3rd year 2nd semester, mango joined our batch as he got detained due to lack of attendance. As I was already familiar to this guy, I never felt him as a new face. With in few days, we were turned in to good friends. One fine day, I eagerly asked him about the story behind his name mango.

He said- “In my first year, I used to be bit weird towards seniors. One day, in bus, one of my senior asked me for mango fruit. I told him “as it is winter, we wont get those fruits now”. Senior took my words as a chance and asked me to bring mangoes the next day. I took that as a funny deal and didn't think of it. That evening, when I was out, to my surprise I found mangoes. As a junior, I thought of fooling that senior and bought those mangoes immediately. Next day, the mango lover asked me for mangoes, and within no time I kept those unripened mangoes in his hands. He was speechless. I think the news of mangoes spread like wildfire in his class. The same evening, when I came out of our block, I saw seniors sitting on the lawn. One girl from my seniors, who knew the story of mangoes called me-“Oye”. Though I knew that she was calling me, I didn't respond. After trying twice, she called me- “Mango”, and I looked at her. That's it, my name Mango started that way”. I was continuously laughing in the bus after hearing to his story as I never heard this sort of story behind a nickname. 


Later on, I enjoyed his company every time. I still remember, one day when I asked him an unanswerable question, mango's reply was a song- “ee ushakiranaaluu...” (a starting song in ETV channel). I was shocked in happiness and gave him a tight hug when he came to my place in the night on my birthday. We used to enjoy sitting in Ramu dhaba. It was because of him, my cell phone's speaker got repaired as he always used to listen my phone songs with maximum volume. I couldn't forget the day when I got eliminated in one of the interview, as this guy made me feel much better. Though I'm missing those days with him, my days with mango will be stored forever in my heart..

Life is a good book when it is filled with relations. God gives us relatives, and we choose our friends. We never know- how a friendship starts? It can start with a smile, a small help, a funny joke, and so on. Whatever may be the reason, we get connected and once it is tightened up, we feel as if we are two kings ruling a kingdom called friendship.

The best part of friendship is respecting differences. If you can overlook those small differences, you will never miss the great feel in your relation. I personally believe in the line, “Differences are never differences until we look them as differences”.

Since my childhood, I have a friend named BalKishan, a guy from Rajasthani family. Our relation started by sharing chocolates. It grew by sharing pens. It got the name friendship when we shared our differences. Yes, we both differ in most of the cases. But we still enjoy each other's company. He wholeheartedly shows disrespect towards studies. He hate relations. He never cares people and of course me. Most of the times, we fight because of Sachin Tendulkar i.e. If Tendulkar fails to perform in important matches, then I need to face a tough war from him as I support Tendulkar. I never expect a call from him until and unless he has some urgency. Though I hate most of him, one thing overcomes that hate and it is- whenever I'm tensed up with exams, he says “Come off, lets play cricket, I'm sure you'll do well anyways”. His confidence on me kills my hate on him.

All I can say is, never say to your friend what you dont like instead know what your friend likes. You do what all you can do to your friend but never expect a single minute from your friend because expectations are the source for disappointment. Lastly, “If you need a good friend, observe only goodness in him/her and you be a friend.. till the end..”.