Poor fellows

Pullarao, Jogarao, Ramarao are friends. They studied together, lived in the same neighborhood for long time in a small village until they got jobs in Hyderabad.  Their parents are also good friends. The three friends lived in  a congested room in Ameerpeta. Life was clumsy and mechanical in Hyderabad.  If they stay in a good flat or house they will not have anything left to spend on clothes scents, glasses and the like.  Though Pullarao did not like the congested room, he continued in the same room for his friends.  It was a hand to mouth difficult life for Ramarao and Jogarao because they are spend thrifts.  Suddenly when a third person came to stay with them and room became more congested.  They used to call their parents and speak with them occassionly. Pullarao told the parents the facts when they asked about his job and life. Jogarao, Ramarao used to glowrify the city life. When they fifth person came into the same room, Pullarao left the room

Pullarao always told the same thing to his parents when they asked him about life and job. Pullarao always looked quite normal  when they met in their small town.  Jogarao and Ramarao looked like metro sexuals with imported clothes, perfumes and glasses. "Pullarao you are simply a scarecrow before them" said the President. The entire neighborhood looked down upon Pullarao for his appearance. They even laughed at his traditional clothing. 

 It was Dasara vacation they three friends were back in village. they enjoyed together nearly a week before they went back to the city. on a fine evening the three friends met in the paddy fields in the outskirts. "How soon the vacation is over! exclaimed Ramarao " Are you preparing the baggage?" said Jogarao.  Pulla rao said , " I am not going back to the city" Ramarao laughed, " would you like to stayback in this small town and undertake cultivation?" Jogarao said, " people will also laugh at us if you do that" 

Pullarao coolly said " I will never make you ashamed of me, don't worry. I got a job in Bangaluru." that came like a shock to Ramarao and Jogarao.  when pullarao left Ramarao and jogarao had a brainstorming session in local bar.   They decided  to go to the USA but they hardly know that their academic performance can not fetch them a job. The consultant had arranged H1 B visa for them.

Exactly a year after Dasara Ramarao and Jogarao returned to their home town but Pullarao did not come. There is no news from him either. Everybody thought that Pullarao was doing badly. The two friends gave a big show of their American life style and culture. They bought Hundai city car. Using  a motorcycle is not longer vogue and does not suit their status any more.  They even changed their names. Ramarao is no longer Ramarao he is RAMS, Jogarao is no longer jogarao but JAGS. 

They made such a big noise in the entire neighborhood experienced a deafening silence after the ultra fashioned youths left for America.  The next year only Pullarao came to the village but he was jovial.  The grimace on his face is the index of some mystery. Something has happened everybody thought.  Everybody guessed that he has lost his job. Only his father knows the truth to whom Pullarao revealed after much persuasion. The truth is "Rams and Jags were arrested for a fraud in America" " Don't tell anybody" said Pullarao's father. Pullarao left for singapore. Later on he went to work in Germany for three years  and a year in Srilanka also but neither he nor his father has publicized all that.

Eight years later when Pullarao was back in his hometown fortunately he could meet his friends.   Rams and Jags were drinking at the river. They saw Pullarao who appeared in normal clothes. They sighed and said "Poor Pullarao"  You have to change yourself Pullarao, look at us, they said. " Okay, please give me some time. I will go to Amerika, involve in fraud,  go to jail lose job, come back and settle in Bangalore and lie to parents that I still work in America." said pullarao. 

Rams and Jags were speechless and dazed.  Their parents are busy looking for girls for marriage. Pullarao's father a farmer is also looking for a girl for his son. But no girl liked  Pullarao. He and his farmer father looked banal.  Rams and Jags have many American attractions, Day were passing. One day the three friends were walking on the road. The washerwoman exclaimed "DORABABULU" The look alone is enough thought the passers by. 

Rams and Jags got married with a huge dowry but Pullarao remained as a bachlor. Rams and Jags left for US  saying that they will take their wives soon.  Pullarao the scare crow is in his hometown with his money. He undertook developmental work in his village in a small way. He wants to start a small industry. He often walks on the street with traditional clothing( panchakatttu) the villagers still laugh at him. they don't know that they are laughing at their own tradition. they still judge people by looks like the washer woman but pullarao smile at them.