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About me…

 Hmm…it’s so difficult to just tell about myself in a few lines, can’t escape from my own thoughts (Good & Evil) even for a second and  for so many years, putting that in a few sentences…Evaluating myself every minute and knowing new things about myself everyday…

So, born in a family where Discipline and Systems came naturally to me. Father an Army Junior Commissioned officer and Mother hailing from a highly educated family. Born and brought up in Hyderabad…

I always ask a question to myself, “who are you?”…and I always found that I am a Tag, yes! A TAG… I am what I am because of what they look at me …I am a Son, Brother, Husband, Father, Friend, Boss and many more Tag like that, everyone looks at me with a different perception.

If I have to sum up the perception of all my relationship in “my world”, it might be, the way they look at me…as a non-interfering, grounded, humble, warm, funny, who has tons of patience to listen and socially aware person…

Did I add too many adjectives?

Maybe some of them will also see me a necessary evil, assertive and uncompromising at time.

Time is that I have in plenty (I believe who say they are busy are the people who are not organized and without work), I have that little time for anyone anytime.

I make my ends meet by doing business…Other than this I have always put an effort to sketch and Paint (Gifting my friends, not sure if they have any place for it on their house walls…hahaha). I have tried my hand in acting in movies (One in Telugu & one in Hindi) and was associated as a co producer for a Hindi movie.

I love telling stories to kids…keen Traveler and county pursuit enthusiast; My Three mischievous children take up the rest of the time.

Friends...Few, but can depend and they know I am there for them too.

The support system comes from Mother; I can be myself without any mask with her…. Dad gives me my emotional strength and all unconditional love. How am I complete, without mentioning Reshu. She has stood by me whatever the situation may be, she is a major influence on my personality...I still fell for her every single day of my life, more than a wife, I would prefer to call her my best friend... 

That’s ME...



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  1. Unknown25 May 2017 at 11:24:00 GMT+5:30

    Hmmmm.....

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  2. Anonymous31 May 2017 at 10:43:00 GMT+5:30

    Simple an very effective

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  3. Unknown7 June 2017 at 13:51:00 GMT+5:30

    100 % correct what you had written sir. Really nice. When I know you people I really supersize that you people really manage All kind of situations together. Mam and you love forever. Made for each other.

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    1. Anup Raj7 June 2017 at 13:59:00 GMT+5:30

      I am humbled by your kind words

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    2. Mohana Krishna29 March 2020 at 15:01:00 GMT+5:30

      Anup....it's really awesome story you have and I was spellbound. No words can be a better than what you have described about you in a very simple yet straight language. Best wishes to You and Reshma.

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