My Teeny Confession on a Rainy Night!

While the Hike and Instagram stories are completely filled with “RAIN IS HEAVEN” quotes attached with beautiful pictures of Vizag!

Watching those stories,

he started missing home and little did he realised that he started reminiscing about his

Story with Rain.

Along with his Mood Swings,

there were a lot of changes in his favourites with time except few like,

Rain and Moon!

Every year,

Rainy season was his favourite!

With every Rainy season,

there used to be

a Secret question getting answered


a Secret question gets to his mind!

And this year, Rain brought him


Like the rain makes everyone happy in a short while!

He realised happiness is what he makes!

Finally,he realised Life won’t be Dramatic

unless we love whatever happens!

Like the Rain and Mud,

Life is with Happiness and BreakUps.

Unless One adores the combinations, life will never be Dramatic!

After he confessed what he felt to his dearest person, he started missing Home, again!

He does because he loves to confess!

Written by- Revanth Dasari

Edited by- Achilles

Whenever it rains,
it just reminds me of you
All those untold stories and
mysteries behind our friendship!

Love you mate

Life is all about your perspective.

Spread Love❤️, Spread Peace☮️



I am sorry to all my friends for making you a part of this social experiment.

I really know how much you care.

I hope you understand my intention but not the way I did it!

For those who got offended, I am really sorry!
Hope you understand the motive behind this social experiment!


Social Experiment

Rest In Peace

Oct 30th, 2017

It was a casual quintessential Monday afternoon.

Everyone was meticulously busy in their daily routine, so was I.
And then around 03:00 p.m. something started to happen on my Facebook timeline!

There was a post about my death on my timeline by one of my friends named Vamsi.

Then, within minutes, it was reiterated by a few of my friends and within 30 minutes, shedload of them commented RIP, rest in peace, return if possible and whatever crap they wanted to, my timeline was crowded with known and unknown people!

Some of my childhood “so called” friends have turned up at my home.

Exactly at 04:34 p.m. I gave a live streaming on Facebook saying that I’m alive.

And then, there were all mixed emotions in those comments during the live.

There were those people who know me and then were those people who never know me but still followed the “RIP” fashion.

And even in those people who know me, few of them who talk to me often or maybe once a month and who were close to me felt overwhelmed, but that wasn’t surprising but the ones who astounded me were those people who never had a talk with me for the past 5 years, those who hate me and my relatives of course.

Later, there were hundreds of missed calls and texts on my whatsapp and messenger from the people who were showering their love through rebuking me.

And then, there were few important messages from the people who never turned up for years together.

This person hates me, but thanks me because today, she understood the real value of life and importance of people in it.

As you can see, this was the first message from this person in 2017. I hope that you understand, I need not say anything about this, I leave it to your perspective.

And the message which jolted me for a second was this one below.

This person has never phoned me, nor texted me from the last 4 years or maybe more and now he talks about being friends and caring about!

When people are not interested to be in the life during their presence, then why do they crave to show their care after their demise!

Why to fake these emotions which never existed?

If the existence of a person never comforted you, then his quietus shouldn’t bother you!

In that rabble of copy pasted RIP comments, I barely knew few of them, I haven’t even seen most of them in my real life nor had an online conversation with them.

Without knowing the person or at least without any clear information about the incident, you type “RIP” and feel like you’ve done something good today.

Isn’t that way too awful?

I have just a one perfect word for them, JUMBUCKS!

Those Lutheran lines are some of the finest lines ever said!

And you feel like my demise brought the guts and words out of you to start a conversation which you never had with me!

So here comes the main event!

Where was I during the whole time when all this “REST IN PEACE” thing was happening?

I watched you people all the time with delectation.

First of all, I’m apologising to those section of people who truly care and love me, I didn’t mean to hurt your emotions nor I’m interested in playing with them.

This was a social experiment to show how people are attached and chained to the social media and less active to the reality around them.

You need not talk to each other everyday, but you can at least make them feel your presence through a call or text once a week or once a month.

I hope you people realise how precious a life is!

Think of the people who love you before you commit suicide.

Think of the people who wait for you before you overspeed.


As Buddha says, the trouble is you think you have time!

The truth you forget or neglect is Time never Stays!

I fervently thank Vamsi, Charitha, Arun Teja, Praveen Gurram, Suneel Prem Chand, Suneel Gedela, Veerendra, Pavan Bandaru, Preetham for believing in me and supporting the cause!

And I want to thank my brother, my mentor Dr.Suresh Heijebu, a psychiatrist from Andhra Medical College. It was under his supervision, this social experiment succeeded pretty well.

Thank you, everyone!


The only motive which keeps a person alive is


Be someone’s HOPE !

Dedicated to my lost soul

Revanth Dasari

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Happy In*Dependence* Day

Today early this morning I hear the national anthem being played at a loud sound in a nearby school which woke me up from my bed. There were strident sounds all over!

Then I realised that today is our so called “HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY” which was the day we used to get a holiday, go to the school to fetch some chocolates and stand in the sun out of the fear of the headmaster and listen to some dramatic, well prepared jingoistic script of a local politician and come back to home, watch those patriotic movies in the television and sleep.

Memories apart, I woke up and came out to have a walk along the coast of our beloved beach.

Everyone out there are celebrating by hoisting the national flag and screeching out their patriotism on the roads waving the flag.

Few days back, I was in a local theatre where playing the national anthem is mandatory before playing the film. During the national anthem, some were standing, some were talking, some were not even interested in what’s going on!

But today everyone became the most patriotic person in the country changing their social media profiles, a flag affixed on their shirt (direction doesn’t matter though, just affixing matters), feeling goosebumps when they hear the national anthem.

I don’t know why didn’t they change their social media profiles during all these days.

I don’t know why didn’t they affix a flag on their shirt during all these days.

I don’t know why didn’t they feel the goosebumps, a few days back in that theatre when they heard the same national anthem.
I’m not sorry if I hurt any of your personal interests because I ain’t talking about your personal interests, I’m talking about everyone as a whole.

What is the point in celebrating the INDEPENDENCE DAY once in a year or once in a decade when you fake it! If it is celebrated once a decade, then people like me won’t raise any points of your insecurities, fake intentions and your so called patriotism.

It has been 25567 days since August 15th, 1947, sorry you guys are patriots, you count years and celebrate and I don’t belong to your kind because I don’t celebrate a day in a year neither everyday.

What is meant by INDEPENDENCE according to you?

Just getting out of the rule of some selfish foreigner and submitting ourselves to the rule of some selfish homeland guy who acts like a Chauvinist!

Nothing has changed and nothing will!

You like to be chained and act as a puppet to survive the society and to meet its so called “Rules of Being a Social Citizen”

You don’t like to be discriminated, but like to discriminate your fellows.

You don’t like to be disrespected, but like to disrespect your peers.

You don’t want to help someone in need, but like to be helped when you are in need.

You don’t like the reservation system and caste system, but like to hang out with people belonging to your caste community.

You don’t like to be compared with someone’s socioeconomic status who is higher than yours’ but like to compare yours’ with the one who is low according to you.

You complain about corruption, but you want your job to be done at any cost as fast as possible.

You pledge that “ALL INDIANS ARE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS” but men like to have sex with every beautiful woman they see and women fantasize about every handsome guy they see.

You like to hang out with your girlfriends, but you don’t like your daughter or sister to step out of your home after 8 PM.

You like to love a girl and marry her, but your daughter or sister shouldn’t love nor marry a person of her choice because that would ruin your status in the society, because that would ruin your name in your community.
How can a person say that he is independent, but he does everything which is right according to the other person, which is honourable according to the thoughts laid by the society.

I am not judging YOU rather I’m questioning YOU.

True independence lies in believing yourself, empowering yourself and fellow persons around you, doing the right thing even if it is against the rules put by this so called society.


If you fear the government then where is the point of celebrating Independence!

You are being dependent on all these aspects to live according to your virtuous society.

Thus, I wish you a “HAPPY IN*DEPENDENCE* DAY


If believing the dirt of your country is greater than that of other country is what you call as patriotism, then I’m not one of you, I’m not a patriot, I belong to the UNIVERSE.

A Short-Term Friend

People don’t need me in their exhilaration neither I’d be delectated for being entailed in it!

But when they are in choked desolation, my contact will be the first thing in their mind!

I’d be happy if I could be helpful when they need me.

You can never understand my altruistic desire!

I never had a chance neither I am interested in celebrating a friendship day because my fraternity changes along with the seasons of the year.

Because I’m a short-term friend!



Revanth Dasari


Tears trickle down my cheeks. Such a weird thing that a chemical composition of sodium and potassium mixed with water is a symbolic expression of overwhelming feelings. 

“Are you crying again?“, my dad enquires.
Nah. Not really, I was just…. carried away by thoughts
“So, how long do you plan to put a façade on it?” He smirks.
Yes, I’m crying. Yes, it’s about her. How does it matter to you? You wouldn’t understand anyway. Let me be. Let me mourn. Let me die if I want to
“Die? Okay, I’ll let you. Any way you ain’t resourceful either to yourself or us” He says.
Uh huh. Good. Now will you leave?
“But, what was that you telling me that I wouldn’t understand?” He asks.
Yeah. What would you know about love. Have you ever even been in love?
“Let that rest for a while. You’ve loved. What after that? Marriage?” He asks.
Um. Yes.
“Then? You’ll have kids? What next? What do you think love is?” He questions.
“No answer?  In fact, there isn’t an answer. You think it’s love binding me and your mom together? No. I’m with her because it’s my responsibility. You think there’s love towards you for me? No. It’s responsibility again.

Both are two different things. It’s easy to love but difficult to keep up the exact same feelings.

Let’s talk practical, what are you studying?” He asks.
Engineering 1st year

“And her?” He asks.

MBBS 2nd year
“Your first barrier. Educational. Where is she studying at?”


“And you at Vizag. Geographical barrier!”

So what is it that you wanna say?

“See, the girl is practically your senior in another college right now. In a couple of years she’ll be married” he says.
No, she won’t. There won’t be any match making anytime soon!”

“Is that what she said you?” He questions.

“Poor kid doesn’t even know that alliances would be made. By the end of her 4th year she’ll be engaged. Her fiancé would take her movies, restaurants, meeting up at her college, showing her the love life before their marriage. Wake up. Think practical”

“Hurts doesn’t it? You wanna cry so hard, right? It’s okay, cry a river if you want” he says.
It’s not like that. She loves me, I know it. It’s just the situations
“That’s what I’m trying to say to, she’ll love you, not marry you. If everyone only wanted to marry their loved ones, 70% of Indian marriages wouldn’t even happen. If she couldn’t say a word in front of her parents then where is the point of truth and strength in her love. 

Or let’s talk your way. Suppose you do convince her and her family in these 4 years and do marry her then all you’re gonna have is just responsibilities. There’s not gonna be any love left in between, you two because you shall have lost your love life by then” he says.
So you say I lack time?
“Hmm! It’s safe to say you have a year. After that she won’t be given to decide her future. So stop crying and despairing. Get to what you want. Use the fire to brighten up.

It’s okay to think that you were a loser. But thinking that you still are is a problem. You see, the problem isn’t in the society, but your head. Stop being dramatic and getting carried away by emotions, try as hard as you can to achieve what you want” he says.
I hear the click of the door. My therapist enters. 

“What are you still doing here Jay? I’ve been searching for you all while.” the therapist asks.
I was talking to my dad
“I see. Now, go to your room, ” he said
I know what will happen after I leave. The doctor is going to increase my Symbyax dosage. He still thinks I’m hallucinating. 

But really? 3 months since my dad’s decease? 

Idiots! They can never understand. The person who truly loves you, will never leave you. I know Dad, you love me.


Leaving a person for the same reasons for which you once loved him is nothing less than murdering him!

Not A Birthday Wish!

It’s been a long time since I wished someone on their birthday.

Because I usually hate birthdays as they don’t make any sense.

Celebrating a single day is for the common people and you aren’t one among them.

Hey, Shraddha!

Yes, you are an exquisite creation, a special and rare edition whom no one wants to miss in their lifetime!

As long as I live, 60 seconds, 60 minutes, 24 hours, 365 days, every year, every decade, all the time, you were, you are, you will always have that special place in my life!

Be happy, believe in you, create the you!

And finally, I am not gonna wish you a Happy birthday dear because you’re worth it every day!



My First work as a Director! 😊✌❤

Experimental one though! 😁

Single take without cut-in shots! 😍
Dr.Mutant Productions© 

It’s Her Birthday!

Yes, “HE” fears.

More than “HER” and all.

As day after day passed by, “HIS” fear started to level up.

And here comes August 12th, 2016 but “SHE” isn’t by “HIS” side as “SHE” promised that “SHE” would be…!!

Sitting in the dark corner with a torch in one hand and “THEIR” memories in the other hand, “HE” flashes the torch and looks over each and every memory “THEY” had together.

“HER” handwritten notes of biology was opened at page 32 in “HIS” hand where “SHE” wrote both of “THEIR” names together.

“HE” kept looking at those names together. 

Few tears started to roll down “HIS” cheeks, “HE” knew those tears couldn’t be controlled, so “HE” cried and through that blurred view  “HE” saw a picture of two persons holding their hands together as strong as their souls were bound together.

“HE” wiped his tears for a clear view and it was “THEIR” picture taken long back and “HIS” eyes turned to an ocean.

“HE” gained all of his courage to call “HER” and wish a “HAPPY BIRTHDAY”. 

But the fate was different, “SHE” still remembers “HIS” number and simply rejects the call.

“HE” knew that would happen, nevertheless “HE” tried.

I can say for sure,  this “HE” is bold enough to face the world but I am sure that every August 12th, every year until “HIS” last breath, “HE” breaks down to the core and cry like a little bitch for the mistakes of others.

“I” just wanna say to “HIM” to cry only this day of every year and not any other day because I know I couldn’t stop “HIM” from crying and all I can do is suggest.

I hope crying is a better option than dying.

Alas! “HE” is already dead internally and it’s the body that is left to be burnt literally…!!

Yet “HE” wishes “HER” a very Happy Birthday with “HIS” burnt soul even after what “SHE” had done to “HIM”

After all, it is “HER” Birthday that matters to “HIM”



If you give up on a person just because you can’t handle their way of love, then you never loved them.

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