The MUN Xperience!!

MUN , also known as the Model United Nations  is an academic simulation of the UNITED NATIONS that aims to educate participants about the current events , topics in international relations , diplomacy , UN agenda and etc etc ........ and the list goes on. Therefore I took part in my first ever MUN , which was conducted by HPS - Hyderabad Public School , Ramananthapur. 

So , it all had to be formal , gees .... so i had my suit stitched , bought some new shoes etc. Then came the day , 17 September 2012 , phew .... exited and well , tensed as it was my first. Suit on , shoes on entered the 'Delegate of Italy' ....representing the committee of NATO,  well they were others too.  Lemme introduce them to you....

Abhishek Anirudhan - ECOSOC

Apoorva Gudihal      - HRC

Riti Singh               - IAEA

Aishwariya Kunchur - GA

Me and Anirudh Pendyala - NATO

"Fir hum log cab me HPS ke safar par chal nikle..... hindi ka safar nai ... english ka safar.... S.U.F.F.E.R"... seriously , the back seat of the cab , thought i would puke on the way. 

After reaching HPS , we were warmly welcomed. Met few old friends and made new ones,we all started greeting our allies , like Germany , Belgium , Canada , Norway , USA , England etc and many more. And then the session began.

NATO - The North Atlantic Treaty Organisation , this committee had about 26-27 members and we being the first timers , didn't know what to do. We were not not active in the first session , but yes , we rocked the second session. Oops sorry ... I rocked. :p 

Akshay Singh 

We made good friends over there and our committee chair only had girls. :D 

Day 2 was even more shocking!! We were the most active country in the First session , but then came the CRISIS situation. Damn that thing. It was a imaginary situation which turned out to be true in real. The Russian delegate was an element of surprise. We were shocked. This made us inactive.  Then day 3 , was a bore as well. But at the end , came the entertainment session when me and the chair had fun with the GANGNAM STYLE.  

It was a super duper experience. And i'll cherish those moments forever in my life.

To watch the closing ceremony "montage" video .... click here!!

Who?? Me??

I'm crazy. Yup , i am. I am proud of it. I am a traveler , who if gets bored , takes out his bus pass and roams the whole city. I am a guy , who when gets upset , says to himself , dude " zindigi me utaar chadaav hote rehta hai. " . Literal translation -" life has it's share of up's and downs." I am an adventurer , who treks to his maximum potential , walks into the darkest parts of the caves , who wants to jump down from the plane and do parachuting , who doesn't know swimming but still wants to scuba dive.

Frankly telling , i don't like studying nor sitting in front of the computer. Whole night studying and doing ' taka - taka -taka' on my computers keyboard!!! Not my cup of tea. That's no fun , it doesn't have that feeling what we call 'kick' in Telugu. 'KICK' is a feeling of craziness. But no , i have to study because this so called kick can't give me a future. So i create these 'kicks' for myself. I smile for everything , someone insults me , praises me , scolds me and many more cases. Why ? That's me , smile is the greatest kick for almost every situation.

I love love and love loves me . We have a great relationship. But the thing with me is , i'm very .. very ..very secretive. I never make my private life public. Sometimes i do , but not everything. No one know's completely about my life except me.

I just want to live my life to the fullest. No matter what my life is going to be , how hard it's gonna be, i just want to face it with a smile. My wish while dying would be to smile and say .... "here i come death... i'll take you to a roller coaster ride , greet me old friend."  and then die peacefully , doesn't matter if this world remembers me or not.

OMG LOVE..... save me!!

Ooops ... I'm in love. AGAIN!!! can love happen twice?? This is one special page from my secret diary!!! 

Well there's a girl that makes my heart go over the top. No.. no.. i wont tell you her name. SECRET. Well people tell that a pic says 1000 words , but when i see her , i see only 3 ; I LOVE YOU!
Sometimes i feel , life without her is like a broken pencil , pointless. I just love her.Everytime i see her , i just want to hold her in my arms and never let her go because she's the girl that fills all the little dark places in my heart.

She's worth waking up for and coming to school. I fall in love with her , everytime I look into her eyes , They are so damn beautiful. When I see her , I become speechless , she takes my breath away. Thousands of stars are there in the sky , but she's the one in front of my eye,

Hope i could tell her all this . But hey wait... will a princess like that will ever look at a guy like me?

ummm.... no suitable title!

I have failed. Failed again ,
but i live to try , try again ,


I have failed , failed again ,
but i love to fight back and come back again,

I am no loser ,

I never back down ,

I'm not afraid to try again,
but only to fail again,

So i try not to think to fail ,
so i try not to think to lose ,
all i think is to find a way ,
find a way to win again.

To win is my goal ,
To win is my dream ,
My dream will sure be true one day
if i keep on trying EVERYDAY.


Oh yes , i have failed ,
oh yes , i had tried,
but no , i haven't cried ,
cause i yet haven't died.

I will keep on trying,
with my full strength,
With a dream to win,
till my last breath.


I have failed. Failed again ,
but i live to try , try again.

liberté.....Freiheit....Azaadi...Freedom!!

Whats freedom? People say many things , you know , like umm .... say ... for example , a guy said - roaming with my girlfriend in front of my parents is freedom. Some say , independence is freedom. Some say , doing whatever i like is freedom. And there are many others who tell , breaking the rules is freedom.

Well lets see it in a broader aspect , umm ... like freedom of India. What was freedom for Mahatma Gandhi? What was freedom for Jawahar Lal Nehru ? What was freedom for the kinds of Bhagat Singh , Azaad , Subhash Chandra Bose? It was freeing India from the British. What was freedom for Nelson Mandela? Removing the ******@$%^&^ shit called APARTHEID. What was freedom for Martin Luther ? Giving blacks the equal rights as the whites. What was freedom for John Lennon , Jimmi Hendrix , Michael Jackson and many more? Singing to the world , playing their guitar in a really fine bass and showing the world what dance is etc etc.

Now lets be a bit selfish. What freedom to you ?? What freedom to me?? For me freedom is being what i really am. Probably i have lost myself , but still with my freedom , i can rediscover the real me. For me freedom is being happy , which if taken away , is the worlds most biggest sin , who ever it maybe .... has no right to steal my freedom , neither my friends , nor my family , nor my elders ... not even god.

So freedom is some what complicated in certain sense. A sensitive topic. So tell me guys ..... whats freedom to you. It'll be my pleasure to see what you guys think what YOUR freedom is.!!

Why???

Sometimes in life , i feel like crying so hard that all my sorrows , go away from me through my tears. But unfortunately , they stay inside , tears don't come out and i suffer inside. I try even harder to cry , the tear come to my eye but doesn't roll down. I don't know why!

I don't know what i want to do . All i know i just want to be happy. Someone once asked me what you want to do in your future. I told her , i just want to be happy. She smiled and went away thinking what a jerk i was. But i still felt proud that i listened to my heart. I don't know why?

My friends don't understand me , neither my problems. Instead they think i am strong from the inside like there's an incredible hulk inside me, but no , i get weak day by day , minute by minute. The problem is i advice my friends , i always try to keep them happy , they depend on me but to whom should i tell everything to? My friends make fun of my problems , they make my personal life public. I know when my friends are upset or if something is wrong.They do care for me but they don't , they never realize that how lonely i feel from inside. They can't make out whether i am disturbed by something. Sometimes , in the crowd of thousands, i feel lonely. Standing there with a frown inside , some expression outside. I don't know why!

My family supports me. Never ever put any pressure on me , but my problems are so sensitive , that i can't share it with them. They say i must study hard. I do , but still , i fail . I study harder but yet again, i simply rise to fall again. But i keep on trying. I don't know why!

Sometimes i ask myself -"dude!! what your problem???" but i realize that i don't actually know my problem.
I just simply can't express it. Probably i fear something unknown. I don't know why!

Day after day i look at myself at the mirror and ask - " Dude who are you?? Are you that Akki that you were before?? Childish , naughty ,evergreen, full of life , loving , caring , tension free , mast , bindass???" But the answer comes - " No dude! You are not the same guy. You are someone else in his body. You have lost yourself. " And i feel , yes , it's true. I have lost myself , somewhere far , somewhere in the corner of the infinite ,  all my words , lost in the echo. And again , I don't know why!

Is it my problem that i don't share my problems or is it so because no one understands? No one has really understood me n i guess no one will ever. But i still feel i will find someone who will truly understand me. I don't know why!

But i don't lose. I keep working hard for a better future where i'll be away from these thoughts. I may be weak from inside , but still strong enough to give a fight back. Whenever i get these thoughts i say to myself - " Hey Akki , look , there are people around the world who die with cancer ,there are children who are orphan ,there are women who are widows ,there are people who die from hunger and thirst ,there are  people who have lost there everything , there are people who don't have legs , hands , kidneys, eyes etc. What your problem in front of theirs?  If they are strong enough to survive with that , smile with that , why can't you? Is your problem that big?" And then i smile at myself , encouraging myself telling that -"dude , you are the strongest guy" , and then dreaming again for a happy future. Hope is the thing which i believe in a lot.

Finally i say that life may give you a hundred reasons to cry , but you must show life a thousand reasons to smile!! So keep hoping.

MAZAA 'N' MAZZA!! :p

Ah and here comes an other adventure. This was a serious one . Could have lost my life as well , But here i am writing this post in my blog. Happy to be alive in fact. 

Well my friend Anirudh had booked 2 slots for both of us for a hike and trek in Moula - ali which was conducted by GHAC( also known as Greater Hyderabad Adventure Club .... more info log on to http://meetup.ghac.in/) . But we accidently mixed up with a group of GHAC members who were undertaking caving and bouldering. We had taken our decision , trek is a bore , lets try something new and there we were ready for something more challenging. 

 We were headed by our event host Mr. Rama Raju and Mr. Srikanth. They were 12 more member apart from us such as the adrenaline junkie Rajneesh and Phrithviraj along with Anupama  ,Bhargav , Aditya ,vijay , Sharada aunty  and many more. 

We first walked along the path into the caves. It was as expected , dark and stinky but an urge of excitement got into me. We crawled through the narrowest possible caves. I spoiled my T-shirt infact about which my mom was damn angry. Later we walked into few other caves finding our way and most importantly ..... saving our heads. You can watch us in the video below. 

Later we tried pushing ourselves along the sentinel rocks which were about 60 to 70 feet high. I almost slipped doing that and was hanging in the air for about 4 minutes when suddenly my urge to live saved me. ( Also thanking rajneesh bhaiya for guiding me ) . Later , guys who couldn't push themselves up tried bouldering which wasn't very risky. We also saw Rajneesh bhaiya doing few "TOM CRUISE KIND STUFF" . 

Later we found our way back to the starting point and this adventure surprisingly lasted for more than 5 hours. I lost the track of time. My dress was all dusty, my shoe lost its grip, I was injured and tired ,  But I had fun and this was so far the most serious adventure of my life.  

Rage Comics

An Internet meme is an idea that is propagated through the World Wide Web. The idea may take the form of a hyperlink, video, picture, website,hashtag, or just a word or phrase, such as intentionally misspelling the word "more" as "moar" or "the" as "teh". The meme may spread from person to person via social networks, blogs, direct email, news sources, or other web-based services. An Internet meme may stay the same or may evolve over time, by chance or through commentary, imitations, parody, or by incorporating news accounts about itself. Internet memes can evolve and spread extremely rapidly, sometimes reaching world-wide popularity within a few days. Internet memes usually are formed from some social interaction (Rage comic or reaction faces), pop culture reference (Xzibit in "Yo Dawg" or Bear Grylls in "Better drink my own piss"), or situation people often find themselves in (Socially Awkward Penguin or Futurama Fry / Not Sure If X). Many memes also come from video games (such as the "arrow in the knee" from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim). For researchers it's hard to track down the birthplace of memes because of their viral nature, as well as the high chance that the meme will spread to major websites nearly instantly.

Their rapid growth and impact has caught the attention of both researchers and industry. Academically, researchers model how they evolve and predict which memes will survive and spread throughout the Web. Commercially, they are used in viral marketing where they are an inexpensive form of mass advertising.

Rage comic is an Internet meme for a comic centering on a titular rage guy, created from a character, or rage face, which expresses rage or some other simple emotion. Over time, contributors have created numerous stock faces which show readily identifiable emotions. They have been characterized by Ars Technica as an "accepted and standardized form of online communication."

Rage comics' popularity has been attributed to their use as vehicles for humorizing shared experiences. The range of expression and standardized, easily identifiable faces has allowed uses such as teaching English as a foreign language.

Few of my many rage comics are - 

In the remembrance of the most intelligent guy i knew!

   

for everyone who know's that DUMBLEDORE'S gay!

i hope you enjoyed my rage comics. I hope they entertained you!

BRING A REVOLUTION!

“Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamare Dil Mein Hai
Dehkna Hai Zor Kitna Baajuen Qaatil Mein Hai

Waqt Aane Pe Bata Denge Tujhe Hai Aasmaan
Kya Baatein Hum Junoonein Shok Kis Manzil Mein Hai

Dooriyaan Umeed Ki Na Aaj Humse Choot Jaaye 
Milke Dekha Hai Jine Woh Sapne Bhi Na Root Jaaye
Hausle Woh Hausle Kya Jo Sitam Se Toot Jaaye
Hausle Woh Hausle Kya Jo Sitam Se Toot Jaaye

Tere Sone Roop Ko Hum Ek Nayi Bahar Denge
Apne Hi Lahoon Se Tera Rang Hum Nikhaar Denge
Desh Mere Desh Tujhpe Zindagi Bhi Waar Denge
Desh Mere Desh Tujhpe Zindagi Bhi Waar Denge

Khushboo Banke Mehka Karenge Hum Lelahti Har Faslo Mein
Saas Ban Ke Hum Gun Gunayenge Aane Wali Har Naslo Mein Hum
Khushboo Banke Mehka Karenge Hum Lelahti Har Faslo Mein
Saas Ban Ke Hum Gun Gunayenge Aane Wali Har Naslo Mein Hum
Aane Wali Aane Wali Naslo Mein Hum
Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna Ab Hamare Dil Mein Hai
Dehkna Hai Zor Kitna Baajuen Qaatil Mein Hai
Waqt Aane Pe Bata Denge Tujhe Hai AasmaanKya Baatein Hum Junoonein Shok Kis Manzil Mein Hai”

RAM PRASAD BISMIL

This song above was written by Ram Prasad Bismil . Do you remember him?? If yes …. You must also remember what happened on 23 March 1931. It was a sad day in the history of India. The youngsters who bought a revolution in India , were hanged to death. They were Bhagat Singh , Sukhdev and Rajguru. If now , you remember them…. You must also remember who shot himself on  Alfred Park  on Febraury 27^th 1931, keeping his vow to never be caught by the British police alive. He was none other than Chandrashekhar Azad. They were those who sacrificed themselves for the freedom of our country , they were the people who died for  a greater cause. Going further to 13 August 1945 , a plane crash that killed the person who formed the first INDIAN NATIONAL ARMY , also known as the forgotten HERO , is he still remembered? 

SHAHEED Chandrashekar Azad

NETAJI Subhash Chandra Bose

SHAHEED Bhagat Singh

And what are we doing today? Just remembering them for 2 minutes isn’t enough. We must make them our idols. Today our country is being looted by our own people. They are our own politicians , elected by us , who I prefer calling “DESHDROHI’S” . In a matter of fact , it’s us who give them power. They promise us to do this that etc . What they do is mint money in a unfair way , do nothing for the country and deposit everything in the SWISS BANK accounts. India has become a country , where doing something for the people has become the biggest crime , it has become a country where TERRORISTS like KASAB enjoy biryani everday and poor people starve to death without food.

So I request my countrymen to stand up against this corrupt people. Do it yourself , even the types of ANNA HAZARE can’t do anything to our corrupt leaders if we don’t support him. It’s us who have to change and its us who have to bring a change. Leaders like Anna and Baba Ramdev can’t do it forever. Always remember , “ kya galat hai kya sahi hai yeh bol ke kuch nahi hoga , galat ko sahi karne se kuch hoga. “ Over power the GOVT. Throw them out of power . Make a revolution breaking the laws , Bring a revolution.

“ Jiska khoon ab bhi na khoula , vo khoon nahi vo paani hai , jo desh ke kaam na aaya , vo beekar jawani hai. “

The adventure

Evening 4.30 pm :- 
My phone vibrated . It felt like an earthquake had occured in my place. It was Rohit , asking me to come and meet him near the bus stop. Ten minutes later , after calling Anirudh , we left for Moula-ali Kamaan. After walking for 10 minutes , I rang up to Abhishek. That Idiot was still sleeping , probably dreaming about some girl. But finally I and Rohit reached the place , which was unfortunately , EMPTY!!! We swore that if there was no trek today , Anirudh was a dead man. This was my second meetup with GHAC (greater hyderabad adventure club) and my second trek in the hills of Moula-ali and it was Rohit's first . 

                                 At left - anirudh , Center - Abhishek , Right - Akshay (me)


40 minutes later :- 
Anirudh came with Abhishek , peeping out from the auto like a Goat and Abhishek obviously completing his unfinished nap. They told us to wait for 2 minutes , which turned  to be a boring 10 minutes .


@pprox 6 pm :- 
The trek started . WOOOHOOOOO ..... the wind was blowing and my hair was flying . Rohit became exited and surprisingly Anirudh started talking about adventure. ( he's a coward .... can't even stand the first 5 minutes of a horror movie). We climbed few rocks and when we reached approx. 95-100 feet high .... we signed our disclaimers. 


@ 6.20 :-  i was the fastest among them , Already racing down like rock falling down from a hill during a landslide. Anirudh came down slowly , whereas Rohit and Abhishek still hanging on the top  , scared a bit :p . Then they came down , Rohit gained confidence and we started climbing the boulders. Rohit went first , i started behind him , searching my own way to the top . In the next 40 minutes , we both climbed about more than 450 feet . Abhishek wasn't able to climb as he didn't have much grip in his shoes . Rohit , I and Anirudh started taking pic of few ruins which the local folk considered to be inhabited by ghosts. We reached the top , and enjoyed the view of this beautiful city HYDERABAD! 

the boulders 

left - abhishek , center - Rohit , Right - Akshay (me)

Things we climbed

view of the city

And then came the SAMAPTI of this great trek . We all went back home shaking hands with all. Rohit had some great experience and we watched his heroics of running behind a bus like tom cruise. But the trek was great .