School Life

Slowly I started going to school. This was the first turn in my life by introducing myself to this outer world. From Nursery to 1^st class I passed my time in Hyderabad itself by grasping a little drop of knowledge in the ocean. After that we moved to the most lovely place of this world to me ie; a small Rookie forest named Mattapalli. I don’t know why? Whenever I pronounces & hears of this name my soul feels like dancing with joy :D

Mattapalli is one of the boarders and coastal village of Krishna River from Nalgonda district, AP. This is the place where I passed my critical childhood schooling days over 7 long years. As this is the totally remote area from the outer world, as we use to found only the basic things of our daily routine needs to sustain our lives. No entertainment except school events and Festivals, No Cinema theatres & Not even a TV channels except one monthly movie to all the colony people by VCR connected through cable connection. Below is the pic taken when I was recalling those chilhood memories of mine by sitting on the river side of that forest area, when I was visited back to that place again after a long gap of 8 years. It was a wonderful feeling to me at that time cant just forget it. :)

Pic taken when I was recalling those chilhood memories on da same place after a long 8Yrs Gap :)

So all those 7yrs of my schooling life I spent most of my time for studies (as we don’t even have a proper education facility at that time) ,sports, Climbing Trees and Mountains in the forest area as I was most passionate about those monkey feets.

As it’s like a small jungle like village we use to find at least one SNAKE in any of our Classrooms or snakes sleeping inside Study Desks or On the roadway to the school etc etc... especially in the winter & rainy seasons. Got shocked !!!!! :O

Ha ha ha yeah its true sometimes these sick snakes & Scorpions enters into our bedrooms also without taking any permission :P we also use to hit all the BATS daily with our school shoes to get them away from our class rooms of the school & feels great like a Heroes by proudly saying everyone that “today I made 20 bats to fall down” lol . J I know It sounds weird but we got used to it and of course that is the only fun we had in the school life which are most unforgettable things by daily checking the classrooms & desks for the new comers to our classrooms (snakes or Big Scorpions) before entering. :P

But whatever it may be I enjoyed my life over there to the core like Mougli in the Jungle Book lol. :D This jungle really thought me so many lessons in my life. Till 8^th standard I lived my life there. After that we moved back to the Hyderabad again as my parents are always worried about my future in that under developed forest like village also as they don’t have any plans of joining me in an hostel far away from them. Miss you my dear sweet Jungle :(

At last we came back to Hyderabad again. Now it’s a new beginning to me, now the lifestyle in this fully developed & capital city of our state is not just my cup of a tea when compared to earlier once. And it’s not even imagined by me at any time, In fact it’s a very tough time for me to come up with, at last I joined in a new school as a 9^th standard student.

First day in my New School :

This was the first day of my new school in a new place(Hyderabad) and the school name is Nagarjuna High school at S.R. Nagar, the school is a very high standard English medium school , as my earlier one is an ordinary liberal English medium school for name sake. I was so nervous when I was entering into the main gate of the school then one teacher came to me and asked about me. I told her that I am the new admission to this school, then she called one aaya (Lady servant) and told her to show me the classroom of mine. Now the funny part starts get ready to laugh out louder :P

That aaya took me to the 3^rd floor of the school building and she showed her hand pointing to some classroom and she left down. Now a big confusion started in my mind ??? Guess what it is ? huh I didn’t concentrated while that aaya pointing the classroom L . So a big trouble started for me to which classroom should I enter ? as there are so many classrooms on that floor, Also I afraid of asking anyone at that time that “where is my classroom?” as all of them r a big strangers to me.... . Well after thinking for a while I played an “Inky pinky ponky” game of all the available classrooms and made a final decision to enter into some classroom where not even a single student present at that time and I entered in successfully and settled in the first bench thinking that this will be the class which aaya shown me.

Now the story begins , after sometime two girls entered into the class by seeing me in a sarcastic way. I thought of saying ‘Hi’ but stopped as I always afraid of speaking with girls from childhood. Then after few minutes 5 more girls entered into the class now bit of inconvenience started inside me, now I am eagerly waiting for a boy to enter into my classroom.

After sometime whole class is filling up with all girls, then I questioned myself angrily that what happened to all these boys, are all of them dead & go to hell or what ? :x Now I can hear all the girls are whispering back to me & some girls are giggling at my back, knowing that the blood pressure of mine is raised to sky I don’t know what to do ? Feels like crying L .

Then I saw that same teacher who instructed me to go to my classroom with that aaya , then I felt like an Angel came to me after seeing her in such a typical situation :) , actually she is searching for me here and there. At last she found me sitting like a statue in the first bench , then she came to me and said “who told you to sit in this classroom ?” . This classroom is only for GIRLS :(

After listening that there is no words with me to speak out. L It’s the most embarrassing moment of my life L , then I slowly picked up my school back and go back to that teacher begging her with my eyes to show my classroom then she guided me to move to the adjacent classroom which is just aside to the girls section :p. At last it ended up happily by leaving one unforgettable funny experience lol. :P :D

ha ha if I think abt it now It makes me feel that how silly I was at that time. but wats suppose to happen is happened anyway. :)

Then after slowly I got adjusted to this school after one long year and successfully finished my SSC by finding few lovely friends out there who stick to me forever. The considerable part is that the majority of those frnds I still get in touch with them are none other than the crazy GIRLZ hehehe lol... as I hav a very short list of boys who r close 2 me in my schooling time as I always used to move closely with these gals and I named this batch as Thotti Gang . I really love this Thotti Gang very much who always calls me for my presence in their gatherings what ever occation it may be ? Also I have been close to their families and especially whenever we meet in their homes we always have a blast by speaking abt all crap & silly things , flirting each other, fighting bla bla bla :P

So, here Iam taking the oppurtunity to mention the Names of my chweet Thotti Gang :

1. Asha (I Call Ashu)
2. Kumudasri ( I call Kumuda)
3. Trivedi (I call Banda just 4 fun)
4. Swetha (I call Svetu)
5. Sri Priya ( I call Priya & Puppy sometimes)
6. Bindu (I call Bindu)
7. Arash (Hes is 1more guy in this thotti gang same lyk me)
:)

Childhood Life

Its me Just 23yrs Back very Innocent but not calm ;)

CHILDHOOD! whenever I think about my childhood I feel that those are the best days of my life and also a little bit of tears roles into my eyes as those lovely days never come back again. :(



Of course everyone love their childhood days if they go back by memorizing about each & every moment of their childish things. In my sense these memories are the most enjoyable ones whenever we start thinking about it, also it makes you laugh sometimes when those silly & funny activities you did flashes in between of your thoughts. :P



Well let’s move back to ages of the 20th century in the year 1985 March 9th. Mom said this is the day I have born in a small HUT in the early hours around 5am. This is the day I came to this earth in a small village called Sungavruksham located near West Godavari District, Andhra Pradesh, India.



I am the only naughty son to my sweet & lovely parents. May be I have born alone without any siblings but my parents never make me feel lonely at anytime by showing their tremendous love to me. When I dig my memories back I can reach back up to 4yrs old of my age (ie; till when I was just 4yrs old). Ha-ha this is the age of doing all mischief’s, troubling my parents for each and every small silly things oh gosh!!! How did they bare my irritating activities? I really wonder about them and loves them alot :)

Speach Of A.P.J. Abdul Kalam About India Must Read By Every Indian.

* The Former President of India DR. A. P. J. Abdul Kalam 's Speech in Hyderabad . *

Why is the media here so negative?

Why are we in India so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements?

We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them , Why?

"We are the first in milk production."

"We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. "

"We are the second largest producer of wheat. "

"We are the second largest producer of rice. "

"Look at Dr. Sudarshan , he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit."

There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters.

I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary. It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.

In India we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE?

Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things?

We want foreign T.Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance?

I was in Hyderabad giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is ? She replied: I want to live in a developed INDIA you and I will have to build this developed India . You must proclaim. India is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance. Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.

YOU say that our government is inefficient?

YOU say that our laws are too old ?

YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage ?

YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke, The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination ?

YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits ?

YOU say, say and say.

What do YOU do about it? Take a person on his way to Singapore . Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In Singapore you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or PederRoa) btween 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity... In Singapore you don't say anything, DO YOU?

YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai .

YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah .

YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in London at 10 pounds ( Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else.

YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in Washington and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.

YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in Australia and New Zealand .

Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of Tokyo ?

Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or bu fak cerifictes in Boston ???

We are still talking of the same YOU. YOU who can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own.

You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground.

If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in India ?

Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of Bombay , Mr. Tinaikar , had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In America every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan . Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. We go to te pols to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick a up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin.

We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms.

We want Indian Airlines and Air India to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity. This applies even to the staff who is known not to pass on the service to the public.

When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child! and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse? 'It's the whole system which has to change, how ill it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of ? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbours, other households, other cities, other communities and the government. But definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for a Mr.Clean to come along & work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to America to bask in their glory and praise their system. When New York becomes insecure we run to England . When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is outto abus and rae the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.

Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J. F. Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians..... 'ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR INDIA AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE INDIA WHAT AMERICA AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY' Lets do what India needs from us.

Thank you,

Dr. Abdul Kalaam

YOUR CHAT WITH GOD

Conversation Between You & GOD

God: Hello. Did you call me?

Me: Called you? No. Who is this? Conversation Between You & GOD

God: Hello. Did you call me?

Me: Called you? No. Who is this?

God: This is GOD. I heard your prayers. So I thought I will chat.

Me: I do pray. Just makes me feel good. I am actually busy now. I am in the midst of something.

God: What are you busy at? Ants are busy too.

Me: Don't know. But I can't find free time. Life has become hectic. It's rush hour all the time.

God: Sure. Activity gets you busy. But productivity gets you results. Activity consumes time. Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand. But I still can't figure out. By the way, I was not expecting YOU to buzz me on instant messaging chat.

God: Well, I wanted to resolve your fight for time, by giving you some clarity. In this net era, I wanted to reach you through the medium that you are comfortable with.

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now?

God: Stop analysing life. Just live it. Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy?

God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday. You are worrying because you are analysing. Worrying has become your habit. That's why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty?

God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty.

God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer?

God: Diamond cannot be polished without friction. Gold cannot be purified without fire.
Good people go through trials, but don't suffer. With that experience their life become better, not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful?

God: Yes. In every term, Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests?
Why can't we be free from problems?

God: Problems are:

Purposeful
Roadblocks
Offering
Beneficial
Lessons to
Enhance
Mental
Strength.
Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance, not when you are free from problems.
Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems, we don't know where we are heading.

God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.

Look inside.
Looking outside, you dream.
Looking inside, you awaken.
Eyes provide sight.
Heart provides insight.
ME: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to hurt more than moving in the right direction. What should I do?

God: Success is a measure as decided by others.
Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you. Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead.
You work with the compass.
Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated?

God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go.
Always count your blessing, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people?

God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?"
When they prosper, they never ask "Why me?" Everyone wishes to have truth on their side, but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here. I can't get the answer.

God: Seek not to find who you are, but to determine who you want to be.

Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here. Create it.
Life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life?

God: Face your past without regret.
Handle your present with confidence.
Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question.
Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

God: There are no unanswered prayers.
At times the answer is NO.

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.
I am so happy to start the New Day with a new sense of inspiration.

God: Well.

Keep the faith and drop the fear.

Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs.

Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve.

Trust me.

Life is wonderful if you know how to live it....

If you don't like the answer, you shouldn't have asked the question...

Bye
Take Care
GOD :)