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A Sublime Rove of Bosom Buddies

Krishna Teja Pothireddy

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About The Author

Pothireddy Krishna Teja, an

M.B.A Graduate from Yogi

Vemana University. He is

currently working with the

Government of Andhra Pradesh

as an academic instructor and

simultaneously pursuing his part

time Ph.D from K L University under the guidance

of Professor K.K.Sunalini. He stays in Kadapa with

his parents, a small town in Andhra Pradesh. He is a

budding author with all the potential to leave his

foot print in the literary world.

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Preface

We are born alone, we live alone, and we die alone.

Only through our love and friendship We can create the illusion for the moment that

we are not alone.

-Orson Welles

Our heart lets us feel strange weird things with no

reasons behind them, usually people pay deaf ear to

it, many just don’t care, and some are too weak-

kneed to listen to it. In an enigmatic moment, I have

heard the voices in my head, felt something

miraculous and started to pen!

My own life has been immensely influenced by

friendships, old and new. Although some may be far

distant, they are never far from my thoughts. A

strong friendship doesn’t need daily conversation or

being together. As long as the relationship lives in

the heart, true friends never part. My diary is full of

thoughts and observations on the subject of

friendship. I consider myself as the most fortunate

person to start my literary career with the concept

something like friendship.

This is an heart touching expedition of two

innocent friends who live in a small and paltry

village and how their journey has started just as

normal as most of our lives begin and how the

entrance of a new passenger turned their lives, how

they became strangers to one another for a moment,


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how the bond between them got hit by a rumbling

thunder, how the time healed their deep sorrows,

how the destiny has reunited them in love and

peace. It is clear magnified crystallizing of true

emotions. I tried my best, did what all I could have

done to show the picture of growing characters,

knitted each and every line cautiously, emotions at

their full bloom handled with care. It is left to your

imagination to build the love in true friendship...

between the lines.

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Acknowledgements

Dear Amma and Nanna! No matter how badly I

failed, I always knew that you would treat me like a

winner; you stood beside me in all my troubles, kept

me together when my spirit was breaking. Thanks

for being so supportive. I express my deep gratitude

to all my cousins Deepu, Mouni, Sneha, Kamal,

Chinni, Swetha and my cute nephew Sony, sweet

niece Nani! I count myself as the luckiest person in

the world to have you all in my life. You all mean a

lot to me!

I would like to express my thanks to Alamuri

Sri Nidhi, my best friend and without whose

support this book would never have been born into

this world! Thank you so much. You mean a lot to

me!

Thank you, Bhaskar Varma Yadavalli for

sowing the seed of knowledge and bringing out the

best in me. Thank you, Rajeshekhar Poola,

Venugopalu Avvaru and Nagendra Yamala for

inspiring the ray of hope in me, igniting my

imagination and instilling in me a love of learning.

You all inspired me to do the things that I meant to

do. You all mean a lot to me!

Mani Kumar Madham, Bhaskar Vallukuru,

Sudheer ponnathota, Madhan mohan reddy

Aritakula, Chandra sekhar Maniharam and Radha

Krishna Valmiki, thank you for celebrating all of


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the exciting and memorable moments in my life

with me! You all mean a lot to me!

I would like to thank and offer my cordial

appreciations to the whole team of Educreation

publishers for helping me in the herculean task of

publishing this book. You mean a lot to me!

Finally, my dear reader, I am glad that though

not the somatic form but my thoughts are endorsed

to enter your amazing life, thank you so much for

choosing this book and spending a part of your

precious and exquisite life in reading my story.

You mean a lot to me!

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Dedicated To

MY HERO!!

Heroes are hard to find, but luck favored me and

made me his younger brother.

VAMSI KRISHNA POTHIREDDY

You mean a lot to me!


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Content List

S. No. Content Page

Part - I 1

1. The first puff 2

2. The last 20 days 7

3. The purple perplexion 13

4. Exquisite retreat 23

5. The unpredicted flair 30

6. Flying far away from the

home town

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7. The holy adobe 46

8. The vilest experience

on day-1

52

9. The moonflower in its full

bloom

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10. The Facebook sermons 73

11. Fall into the bottomless nadir 81

Part – II 88

12. The back stab 89

13. Beg, Borrow or Steal! 104

14. Selling sensations 120


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15. The true colors of Volpone 127

16. The first osculation 135

17. The birth of Halahala 144

18. The trifling respite 153

19. The elixir of life 163

20. The sugary star melted

finally!

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Epilogue. 179



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Part - I



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The First Puff

W ‘I am feeling scared, what if we get caught by

someone’….Vijay apprehensively uttered.

They sneaked out from the college, they

walked in a mossy and grassy wet path which was a

road not taken around there, it was a slippery

muddy kacha road (an unpaved mud road) with all

the dried fallen leaves, rutted wild sward, broken

bamboo meshes on the road side.

All the trees were wavering hither and thither

which made them feel that the west wind was

following. Untold wild flowers, the blue star, the

cat’s claw, the butterfly pea, the spider cleome were

staring at them, barnyard grass, the button weed, the

bind weed and the fire weed started to dance to their

footsteps. English daisy and willow day-flower

turned their faces to the strange walkers who have

entered never before!

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All the ants were walking on the gently flowing

waters and on the cucumber creepers which crept

the old mossy bits and bobs, in lines and in chains

didn’t stop to stare at them though, but started to

speak in their lingo. The natural world was spying

over them.

‘Huh, Rey….. No Tom, Dick and Harry shall

come this way after college hours, even if someone

comes and catches us red handed, let us tell them

that we are doing some science experiment with

nicotine and fire’, Siva said by unleashing the

pieces of cigarettes from the rectangular black pack

labeled ‘BERKELY’.

That morning when his father was shaving his

soiled beard by standing in front of a mirror which

was hung in their back yard, Siva stole the pack of

cigarettes from his father’s pant pocket.

Vijay rolled his eyes around him to confirm

that if anyone was looking and carefully lit the

match stick while Siva curved his fingers around the

tiny flame at the tip of the match stick to rescue it

from the gentle breeze, then all set to inhale their

first puff of the nicotine.

‘Rey Siva, our hands are supposed to hold the

books and pens ra, but not these snuffypuffs’, Vijay

murmured with sweat pouring out of his face.

‘Who the hell is begging you to join me? You

are with full of disclaimers, like a warning label on

the pack of cigarette “Smoking is injurious to

health!”Listen Vijay..! Life is like a cigarette and

the world is like a cigarette packet, puff it or lose

it’, he sounded like Rajanikanth in Narasimha



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movie. Siva was on the high spirits and was bound

to the concept of Carpe diem for that moment!

Siva tried to inhale the first puff, he didn’t even

know how to hold it, his fingers clamped the little

cigarette, looked porcine, oversized, poorly

positioned. The warm and pungent smoke filled his

mouth, it travelled through his throat, reached his

lungs which were nicotine virgin till that flash and

made his eyes watery; he coughed on every tug,

even though he barely gasped.

Then it was Vijay’s turn, he squeezed his eyes

tightly and his lips started kissing the cigarette, as

soon he dragged his first puff, he immediately

swallowed some of the smoke because he was not

sure how to inhale.

He begged Siva to stop this ritual and disperse

from there, but Siva reprimanded his proposal.

‘you know, you are not really smoking that,

you are just holding the smoke in your mouth and

letting it out again, I’ll show you how to inhale.

Take a puff…Okay, now do this’,

He gasped, Siva took the lead, Vijay followed

everything and he gasped as Siva said, then he

almost coughed till his last breathe, and when they

were done, their throats turned so raw that the

smoke didn’t seem to bother them anymore.

They had successfully accomplished their first

cigarette at their 12th

standard.

Vijay and Siva had been neighbors and

childhood friends; they were residing in a very

small village called Raghavapuram which was



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located 50 kilometers away from the world famous

pilgrimage Tirupati in south India.

Both of their fathers used to work as daily wage

coolies at the farm located at the village’s entrance

which welcomes everyone with its aroma that

strikes the every nostril through the green slender

tails of paddy.

Since their financial statuses were not that

abundant to afford English medium convent

education, they had to join local government junior

college that provides Telugu medium education

only.

It was college with eight teachers and most of

them were dedicated towards serving the nation

through eminent education. They were giving far

better education than many other so called

expensive and sophisticated convent schools.

Siva and Vijay were studying in the same

government school, these both morons have

umpteen similarities throughout their lives, both of

them had two elder brothers, and they were the

youngest in their families, both had no female

siblings.

They used to sit in the same bench since

school, same type of houses, bruise marks in the

same places, mostly same type of clothing, and

above all both had the same blood group too.

When destiny forgets to tie some people in

blood relation, it corrects the mistake by making

them true friends.

Siva was very good at Mathematics and could

not do well in the rest, that’s what made him to take



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M.P.C in his intermediate, while Vijay opted for

Bi.P.C., but Physics and chemistry were the

common subjects for both and the classes were

being taught in combine.

Vijay was extremely good at mugging all the

concepts and can recall them breathlessly whenever

he wants as exactly as Sr.NTR recites dialogues in

Old mythological movies, inversely Vijay could not

do well in calculations and Math, consequently

Physical Science subject had been a nightmare to

him.

But Vijay has an extra talent of scribbling the

zillion pages content in a small paper that could fit

on single palm; this instinctive talent alone has been

protecting him in all his exams.

They had a deal for every exam, at first Vijay

copies all the chits and toss them into the lap of

Siva, then he copies, if it were Physics exam, story

would be opposite.

Nothing has been a real hurdle in their lives till

the time. However in their school lives, they were

never let down in any acts.

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The Last 20 Days…

W Siva had comeback to home after the college, his

father and mother were on the way home from the

farm. He had no keys to open the door of his small

thatch roofed hut; he hung his bag which was

knitted with tarpaulin sheet to the rusty hook that

was loosely attached to the wooden pole at the

threshold.

He rushed into Vijay’s house and they both decided

to follow the beeline to Mavidi Cheruvu, which

means ‘Mango Pond’ in Telugu, this small pond

was encircled with innumerable mango trees and it

was called so. It was their favorite place to lounge

on and to play under those trees.

Although it was looked not like Goa or

Kashmir, it was a tiny village in the lap of mother

nature that was filled with peace. The view of rising

sun between the palms of the tender light yellowish

transparent leaves of mango trees; sitting on the

muddy floor beside the green paddy fields; clear

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blue skies filled with the sedge of cranes; the

mesmerizing touch of the gentle cool breeze; the

colorful butterflies dancing around the morning

glory vines with the shiny dew drops on their

wings; listening to the dulcet sound of clear flowing

waters was one of the most desirable things for

them to experience every morning.

While eighty percent of the village population

had tiny huts as their domiciles, everyone had to

come out of the home and reach village’s tail end

near to the mavidi cheruvu for ablutions and nature

calls.

Every morning, Siva and Vijay used to enjoy

the walk on morning dew over the green grasses

barefoot. The fresh air passing from the green

fields, trees and small plants had incense purity.

Siva was throwing stones into the pond by

flicking his writs to add some spin as he launched

the stone, he could get multiple hops out of one

throw.

Vijay was trying to climb the tree to pluck the

raw mangoes and the black ants started to climb

onto Vijay’s legs already.

‘Rey…last 20 days’….Siva said.

‘20 days, for what? Are you going to get

wedded to someone or what?’ Vijay laughed like a

stupid for his own cheap joke.

‘We may have to leave the village and move to

Tirupathi for our education’, Siva spoke deliriously.

‘He He He…do you think your father lets you

to join in Engineering? I am sure you will end up

joining some B.A course in our town’s government



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degree college’ replied Vijay while he was still

trying to find the mangoes that were hiding

themselves behind the branches.

Siva’s face turned pale..‘Becoming an engineer

is my dream, passion, ambition and it has been the

craziest part of my life..at any cost I must become

an engineer’.

‘Why don’t you accept the fact that we are

poor?, You and me are not born rich or to the

Chiranjneevi or the Rajanikanth, our parents have

given so much in spite of their financial conditions.

We are bound to linger around the dingy lakes and

the shabby roads of this village’, shouted and tried

hard to pluck out the mango from the tree, the wind

made the branch swing away from him.

‘Yes..I am a poor lad…I am poor by accident,

not by the design, I still remember that day when

my father did not visit hospital when he met with

102 degree fever and he was burning like furnace,

just because we had no penny, I still remember the

day on which my brother torn and tossed out his

school certificate when he understood that he could

not continue his studies, I Still.. Still..remember the

day that my mother mortgaged her only gold chain

for the sake of getting worker VISA in Dubai for

my brother; don’t you know how we make our note

books? They are the unused papers of our brothers

note books and amalgamation of the leftover sheets

with pins. I want to put a full stop for all these

things, I want to be rich, I want to make my family

proud..Vijay..,people say money can’t buy

happiness, but the fact is money is needed, money is



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badly needed. Some are born rich; some are made

rich and for some richness is thrust upon them. But

people like us have to strive hard for living. I want

to study hard, I want to become an engineer, I want

to make my parents rich and happy, my parents

should sleep in air conditioned room and for that I

don’t mind becoming an extra burden on my family

for just four years rather than becoming life time

burden’, Siva delivered his long dismal speech.

‘Hey..Baabu….stop being like a hero from Old

black and white movies, you have already done

enough over action for the day, giving long

speeches is far easier than getting qualified

EAMCET (Engineering, agricultural and medical

common entrance test) exam, let you show all your

disgruntlement on cracking the exam…but I don’t

want to put extra pounds on my father’s shoulders

as he is already sweating gallons, I want to live my

life without stress and worries, I don’t need to be

rich or famous, I just want to be a happy man’,

Vijay finally succeeded in getting mangoes and

defeated the tickly walks of black ants and tricky

winds.

By the time they reached their homes, it was

seven in the dusk. Vijay’s father brought puffed rice

mixture spiced up with chat masala. He diced the

raw mangoes into small pieces and mixed with them

and ate the delicious mixture.

Rajesh had just come out of the bathroom and

he was making his body dry by wiping the shawl

towel to it,

‘Vijay..how is your exam preparation going?’



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