All hail the a$$ KiSSerS

After a 4 months break and a tired out desperation I finally reached our capital Hyderabad in the midst of the stir on the separate state of Telangana. The sentiment never ends like it got dumped in AXE pond (definitely not chocolate flavour) which is making gender unbiased followers, well I can add irrespective of age too. The pity thing is: this so called sentiment hit the jobless sector even and I witnessed it.

After a lot of ambiguity and possessing multi options, not necessarily a three digit number, its <5 : my parents insisted me to go out of house as they cant bare my ‘no work period’ anymore. With the help of my cousin’s suggestion, like every techie does I too decided to join a software course. Yuppiiee..!! The course period is 3 months and as expected our batch consists 70% of employees in different companies, remaining some are 2012 relieved and others which leaves me, and my chair-mate ramesh and a gal who stunts in her little brain with a rubbish thought of ‘if she smiles then god is going to create an apocalypse to this earth to punish the sinister’ and she is doing an epic job of not letting the apocalypse come to us: wow..!! fantacy has its own peaks.

During an introductory class, I remember a student (I m not quite sure of his name), he is a 2012 passed out with electronics background, who prepared to banking from then and not succeeded in that, wanted to shift into software field with his brothers reference is doing this course. That is the brief of his introduction summing the arrogance, multiplying unnecessary ego, exponential to the ‘who cares’ type attitude. Wow.!! I am good at math. The above results gives rise to that 80kg (guess so) dumbass.  Life on the earth is miserable; previously it is Justin bieber and now him.

That was hell lotta description, our class is of 90 to 110 min which starts from 9:30 and end in that range. But, I never witnessed my faculty being on time. He is definitely a software guy with their usual negation- on time. As usual we are waiting in that laboratory full of computers, and god himself might never figure out which is the perfectly working system with a working shift and ctrl keyboard, and a mouse not having its post-mortem so that we never witnessed its dysfunctional LED and cancer attacked IC waiting for its death bed to arrive ASAP.

This incident happened in the initial days (why am I alive during that day) of the course.  After listening to a hectic conversation on ‘why females have boobs and males don’t have any’ from my co-passengers in the bus ohh..!! man you should have listened to them: quite an amusing and lot of informative debate (ya.. hell lotta info) and far better than Food bill debate, I sat in the middle of the laboratory like a host and was sitting quietly. 10 min later this ‘dumbass’ came in with his jam face and occupied the chair next to me and mumbling inside him. As an Indian and a southie, we equipped the habit of getting to know about your neighbours quite from ancient age without bothering whether the neighbour is interested or not?? This Indian gene is dominating me at that instant and out of formality I just smiled and said “Hi”. Well, after his bizarre expression he repelled the same word (Newton jii, what have we done??). With that my intuition stuck somewhere in between the discussion of Rahul Gandhi and Namo’s president ship discussions of chaii waala and his no-related in any way bhai (not only in this life) and I wanted to restrict to normal conversation in order to save myself. I then introduced about myself (my job interview preparation during college is helping me here quite alot) year, branch and yes place. I choose Vizag so that the need to explain more directions to other people from Hyderabad like google maps do will be avoided in the least case.
Then he started to talk in English. I didn’t expect this from him and I failed to see any pretty gals around him only mancho gym it looks like. I came to my senses and asked him where he is from? He replied in a salman khan tone ‘khammam’. I failed to catch that word and again asked; now it is an angry salman. I hesitated for a while and asked in an easy way “fine, Andhra only r8??” why the hell you picked up in angreji with me. Is there any shooting goin on or what??  “Andhra?? What Andhra and whose Andhra??”

“Arey yar, its khamman r8 (with a thought of why cant we use our mother tounge). I studied in my 10^th class social that it is in the state of Andhra Pradesh only”. “Again you are saying Andhra. Its in telangana state, and it is my own now” and rewarded me some benefits of information “Are you not aware of telangana state decleration, where you have been”.

I refreshed my senses now and “oh..!! ya, but that doesn’t mean that you have to cry on my habitual  civic responses ”. He then powered up his furiousness “Khammam is now in Telangana not Andhra”. Its rather amusing than angry due to this haughtiness or so, I tried controlling my laughter and failed in it. “Why are you laughing, whats funny in that??”
I murmured “what is so serious in that to fight about??”

“It is our victory and our pride and now you are in my state”

“Chill buddy..!! we are not those double faced politicians who are fighting for their existence with a mask of ‘We will do anything to save the rights of my people kind of stuff’.

Its better not behave like a N.Korean and S.Korean, lets just be classmates for now. Is it fine??” ‘Bring some wine and raise a toast on our friendship dumbass ’

Failed to wait to his anymore and seeing my faculty I remembered my destiny and followed it promptly and not to mention, that was a very warm welcome to me.

P.S: Even though I made him a little antagonist (I am no protagonist either), he is not that arrogant after our second chat, seems nice when one gets along...!!!