What if our heart is visible to others

This looks to be a good idea when this struck me while I was crossing the street near my Gym :)

What if our heart is visible to others; I don't mean the physical heart but the logical one;

yes, our emotions, our ideas, our feelings etc.

I think this feature can be added in the next version of humans as I mentioned in my other post.

eg:

lets take a woman who is ravishing and beautiful and suppose that this feature has now already been implemented on her;

Then her face would show her inner feelings apart from the beauty; like it shows her jealously towards others if she has, her feeling of insecurity, her attitude and behavior towards other people, her intelligence and wisdom;

But because these features are not physical how can you perceive? if the power to identify these traits should be given to all human beings then its just easy for everyone.

I still remember one old movie in telugu, "Aditya 369"; the movie is all about a time machine where the hero travels centuries back and in time and also travels many centuries ahead into   future. It's shown in that movie that humans invent a device which transmits whatever we think in our heart/brain to an adjacent speaker.

its like if we think something about the other person, it immediately comes out of the speaker; That idea is terrific but if it gets implemented it would create havoc across the world and it gets increasingly difficult for any person to think or talk.

when I cry

buildings tumble when I cry
tides of the ocean go back when I cry
moon comes closer when I cry
sun stops shining when I cry
earth quakes when I cry
air stops moving when I cry
god comes to earth when I cry
trees stop growing when I cry
light changes its wavelength when I cry
the sky rains when I cry
rivers stop flowing when I cry




but my love, you still don't bother!!!!! why????

I am Raju

Raju is born in a poor family in !!!!!; ofcourse its in India, what other country can I imagine for writing stories?


He is destined to be in Nigeria helping the local tribal communities and living with them. Its already decided up there and no body can change it. lets see how Raju's life unfolds and how he reaches his destiny.


Raju's father venkaiah is a riksha puller; he earns 50-100 Rs. a day; Raju's mother, subbamma works as a housemaid and earns approx 1000 to 2000 /- per month. 
Raju is the only son in the family and hence venkaiah saves everything he could for his son; he buys gifts, sweets, candies often for his son; Subbamma does the same; Raju was born after 7 years after vekaiah and subbamma's marriage and hence he is loved even more;
Venkaiah knows that life is not easy for a riksha puller in india and he struggles to make ends meet; As every other parent in india, venkaiah's only dream in life is to give raju a good life and a better financial position.


At the age of 4 years, raju has now been joined in the local primary school; He is a genius; people realized this as soon as he started talking; Being gifted, raju learnt quickly; at so small age he is moving quickly in his academics; 
Since this being a government primary school, you wouldn't expect a recognition, do you?
Raju's next step is to get admission in the Secondary school; he is admitted and finished in flying colors.
There are only few things that raju learned in all his 13 years apart from his academics.
he just loves reading and he never ever gave a thought about anything else.
venkaiah and subbamma are proud of their dear son and they never let raju feel that he is born in a poor family. 
No one knows what's in store in raju's life, not even raju; after finishing his schooling, raju first started thinking about the next step; till then he was just reading, writing and completing exams and moving to the next class; a 14 year old boy can't think beyond a certain level, raju is no exception; there are very few in the village who can guide him;
he chose to take up engineering and hence opts for those corresponding subjects like maths and science in his +1 and +2.
There are no engg colleges near his village and he has to go to the nearest town if he gets a seat in engg. 
Effortlessly raju earns a good score in the entrance exam and he joins the nearest engg college.
This is where it all started. For the first time in his life, he is staying away from his parents; for the first time, he is thinking about things which he never thought of;
preparing and eating food, cleaning, struggle for survival in the town, room rents, bullying in the college and many more;
It all happened suddenly; its true that a town is a different world for most of the people who come from a remote village. 
Raju started thinking; he cried for the first time and tried to understand what life is worth for and why there are haves and haven'ts.
He understood the meaning of hunger and the pain his parents took to bring him to this level. 
These thoughts and many more changed Raju's path; his only goal now is to remove poverty in his family; with the help of his college professors, he is able to apply for a loan so that he can afford his education instead of depending on his parents;
he completes his engg with exceptional results; people already started seeing him as a budding scientist and his professors and even the principal are proud of him. Obviously it didn't take much time for him to secure a good job; 
he brings his parents with him to the city where he works; he works day and night and earns good money; he doesn't want to marry, despite his parents continuous pressure.
His goal is now achieved; his family now is no more poor, they have now become part of india's bourgeoisie.
Slowly he sets up a house, buys things; Being affluent now, he agrees to marry and marries a middle class girl; Raju's wife ganga is a good house wife, she takes good care of raju's parents and does the household and other things;
Raju works even hard and his hardwork bears good results; A big financial company recognizes raju's talent and offers him a good salary; Raju shifts to his new job;
By this time raju is already 34 but with no children; its been 5 years since he's married but no children yet;
Raju's mother has already been suffering with pneumonia for so many years and on one bad day she passes away; raju's father didn't survive long, being lonely after his wife's death (he was staying alone in his village after his wife's death), he died due to ill health and loneliness.
Raju's never expected his parents to abandon him like this; his only saving grace is his wife. 
They try to live a happy life while raju continues to work hard. He is 45 years old now and ganga is now 40 years. After so many years of marriage, ganga's become pregnant now but disaster struck raju. his wife dies due to a miscarriage.
he is shattered, there's no one in his life now; no parents, no children and no lifepartner.
he is not in a position now to move forward. he just doesn't know why he is still living.
At the same time, his company gets a huge project in Africa and recommends raju to visit the country and lead the team there; 
Raju accepts this offer hoping that the change of place could make him feel good though he is not interested to go;
Finally he visits Nigeria and starts working on the project; Nigeria is a poor country and daily raju watches the street kids, how they survive, their poverty and their lives.
it reminds him of his own life when he was a child.
Raju resigns from his job and his only goal now is to help people as much as possible and remove their poverty.
His new journey is now beginning. This is his new life; he lives with the tribal people, teaches them english, culture and manners; teaches them cultivation and doing  business;he helps them in setting up shops; he teaches the kids, adults, womenfolk and every one in that village and near by villages.
he spends the rest of his life living here; by the time he crossed his 65th birthday, raju has become one of them; he now doesn't speak his mother tongue but speaks the tribal language; he wears the same clothes as them; 
he transforms that village and near by villages into a dream land where people forget what poverty was like.
Raju becomes a hero for the entire Nigeria; in these 15 years he earned so much respect and praise from all the people; Raju died at the age of 75, a peaceful death indeed; 
he was smiling when he died and was with hundreds of little children showing them how to do plantations; 
Raju is in heaven now and he could see that his story has now become a part of school curriculum in the entire Nigerian country.
See how destiny changes one's life.
A rikshaw puller's son born in a remote village in andhra pradesh, India became a hero for another country; 
how strange it is!!!!
This is what is raju meant to be when he was born and that's what happened.

Emotions, Patience and Endurance

I learned to live; to see each day passing by;
I learned to suffer; to understand the pain;
I learned to love; to give back love;
I learned so much and I still want to learn; When I look back what I really learned in all these years of struggle and happiness I couldn't really measure;
The time I spent introspecting, the moments I felt pain have all gone by.
I couldn't feel now the pain and suffering I endured during those days; Neither I could feel the happy moments and the joyful ones;
Each passing moment is part of history; we can never experience a moment which has already been passed;
All emotions are uni dimensional; you can only feel in one way; 
An emotion can't bring joy/sorrow at the same time; that's impossible to perceive for humans;
Every emotion is static; it doesn't vary; you have to feel it in the way it should be felt by your brain and that's all;
And finally every feeling/emotion can only exist in two states; present and past;
You can never feel/experience a "to be" emotion; that's impossible;
You have to feel the emotion at that instant and it would have already become past by the next moment;


Endurance and patience are like two brothers; Each along with the other helps the human mind to keep itself in balance; when they fail to do their duty we would obviously forget who we are;
Human beings are born to be patient; That's god's will and there is no escape from it;
Every new birth happens out of great endurance, patience, deep suffering, pain and anguish. Why is it so?
Why does a mother have to wait for so many months to give a new life?
why does she have to undergo the trauma and pain during a child birth?
These things show what? They show that human life starts out of a great sacrifice, love, endurance and patience.
that's what we all are made of; every molecule/atom of blood of ours depict this behavior.
We wait to come out of our mother's womb; we wait to walk on our toes; we wait to eat until we get our teeth; we wait for everything in this world; we are all patient humans;
Its in each of us; 
When we forget that we are humans we tend to behave like animals; Animals have instincts but no heart; they are not rational, neither are they irrational; They act on impulses and instincts;


Please for god's sake, be patient and be supportive of this eco system where there is no place for anger; God wants all of us to be patient; please don't be angry; Kill the anger, its our enemy; its not for us;
We all are god's servants; 
Every being is divine and humans have more reason to prove this.

A Library

A Library is one place where every one in their lifetime would have visited atleast once.
I know its not a temple but its more than that for students.
Its true that some of the habits you acquire in your life are hereditary; Going to library is one such for me; Thanks to my Dad who introduced me to libraries as early as in my 3rd-4th standard (early 90s).
From then onwards I treat them as a treasure buildings and any town I go I look for a local library; I would visit as often as possible till I satisfy my thirst for book reading (which ofcourse was/is never satisfied)
Its something not unique and this passion for reading and innumerable strolls to libraries is common among book readers around the world.
Each library is a treasure with wealth of knowledge accumulating year on year;
I have had so many library cards with me (one from Hyderabad State library, British Library Hyd, British Library Chennai, Melbourne city Library, Melbourne Victorian State Library); I keep counting as I know I would add more;
As a responsible citizen its also a moral duty on library goers to contribute to the libraries. Governments only do enough for citizens and its our duty to do more;
Though I have made limited contributions to library (I though offer books to children, colleagues and friends for free), I urge everyone to donate and contribute to our libraries.
Its not an expense; you read a book or a cd or dvd and once you had enough of that you can happily donate it either to a library or a friend; Though donating to a library offer great benefits as it serves hundreds or thousands of people.
Libraries in India are good but they are not better compared to the services provided in Australia. I think Europe and USA are far superior; since I never visited those places I don't know much about them.
Libraries in India need new infrastructure; they need more and more digital content; They should implement search catalogs etc; I guess some of these features might've already been implemented in big state libraries and libraries in universities and the same should happen across our small towns and villages;
Easy and free access to books is a boon to poor students who can't buy books;
The thought of contributing to libraries is already in my "What to do in a lifetime" list so I would definitely start sometime soon.
I still cherish my days when I used to prepare for IIT JEE Examination; After I return from college (8 PM), I go to a near by library and start preparing material for Chemistry Paper (till 10:30 PM and sometimes I used to doze off)
Great minds are born in Libraries; I often see people studying in my college library till late nights; I think its a pleasure of its own kind being among thousands and thousands of books and reading till the library is closed.
A library offers you a chance to live a life in books; it makes you forget everything in your life but books; Huge collection of old magazines, a century old news papers, articles; great novels, arts, music, scientific research materials and more.
There is a place for everykind of person in a library who wants to read and learn new things.
I can write more and more on libraries but its only less compared to the huge wealth and knowledge they offer to the human mankind.

Visit a library today and enjoy its benefits.

How to stop that urge

This is a very difficult question and a complex thing to do.
How do you stop that urge??
I have had tough times in my life trying to achieve this but nay couldn't quite got there.
How do you really stop?
I want to go to some 'x' movie but at the same time I have a class to attend.
Will you skip your class for the movie? Often people do things on instincts;
But it really hurts you deeply inside if you don't want to do something you are forced to do.
For eg: your mom/dad asked you to go to a store and get onions while you are watching a WWE match between Rock and Steve Austin!!!
Obviously it hits you hard; you can feel it in your stomach;
What is it that hits you? Ofcourse its our ego; but how do you stop it?
I really want to find out what is it that kicks our brain and makes us stubborn?

another eg:
I want to play football today and I am determined to do; The plumber told me that he would be at exactly the same time;
Its difficult to get that plumber's appointment and there are no one available as its a holiday;
What do you do? you would be dejected and obviously misses your match cursing the plumber.
How to calm our ego during instances like the above? I never really got an answer;
For people who show their anger right on the face its easy; they shout at their friends or parents or whoever stops them from doing or whoever are near by during those times and after a few minutes or hours they would be normal;
But what about those who don't show their anger or dejection at that instant like me?
It kills you inside;

Why do humans have Ego? what is this feeling?
What if we don't have Ego; it means you would never really feel bad or good; Is it possible?
I don't think so;
Having no ego means having no identity; you won't be identified by a specific characteristic or a behaviour; its indeed difficult to live without having an identity and hence we all have ego.

What we all try to do is how to satisfy our ego ; means how to not hurt our ego?
What if we are cool and calm and take anything we get without complaining or fighting for more;
That is indeed difficult; For innovators, trailblazers and researchers, they obviously should question the inevitable and that's how they reach greater heights and find new things;
So Ego is good in some instances and bad in some other.

Satisfying your ego sometimes can hurt others while not doing what you wanted to do hurt you more; A balance is needed and that's what makes a person divine.
I believe that a person who balances his ego is close to god.

A different thought on the same subject: Its good if we can get an alert as soon as our ego is hurt and then our body cools it automatically; then you won't feel bad and you won't let others down; I really want scientists to probe and find a good device which cools our ego and anger automatically;
So there won't be any heart patients in the near future and no wars on the earth.

Happy Egoing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The art of writing and me

This post is for all my fans (assuming they do exist).
Surprisingly I haven't written a single post during my holidays; Somehow I am keeping myself busy and never felt like writing.
Tomorrow will be the last of our christmas holidays and I now feel that I should atleast write one.

I usually write about everything and anything which can be shared to public.
Yes I have my own personal blog to keep all my little secrets.
I still don't know from where did I actually imbibed the art of writing.
I know that I started copying my brother when I was in 2nd or 3rd standard; that's way back in 92-94 (19 years ago).
The stories I used to write were so funny and meaningless. How could a child who didn't even cross his 10th year write stories???
I should put this question to my brother; I don't know from where he got the inspiration to write; Because of my nature of being jealous I was envious of my brother's writings and hence started writing.
I don't think my brother writes now but I am.
I write about love, lust, pleasures, women, food, health, technology, relationships, social problems, national problems and almost about everything out there.

I don't get inspiration from anyone while writing; I write only when my instincts tell me to do. That usually happens when I am drunk. It also happens when I get emotional or when I am in ecstacy.

One great source of inspiration behind my writing is the english language.
A language which I started learning when I was just 4 yrs old.
I was lucky to start my education in "st. lukes convent, Guntur" at the age of 5 (Sarada convent was my first school). 
We were all taught to speak in english at the age of 5. Amazing it is and that's where the foundation started.
After that a series of wonderful english teachers and lecturers made my love for english language grow more.

Samatha Miss (4th-5th class, Ideal public school, Vijayawada), I also remember she taught us social studies.
Vinod sir from Kerala - he taught some lessons in English (4th,5th class, ideal public school, vijayawada)

Seetharamaiah sir - an ex freedom fighter who taught us all the grammar in our school (7th class, kennedy convent, guntur)
Martin sir in my school (8th class, kennedy convent, guntur) - though I don't give him credit of being a good teacher, I like his style quotient. He is the one who introduced me to "The great expectations" by Charles dickens. He says I am close to the character of "pip" in the novel.

Rita miss - our english teacher in 10th class,kennedy convent, guntur - She was very good and an ideal teacher of english language. God bless her.
She taught us "the hound of baskervilles" by Wilkie Collins.

Babu rao sir in my Intermediate (wisdom college, guntur), he is the master story teller.
Qureshi sir in my intermediate (wisdom college, guntur), he got a deep impression on me and other students by his style and command on english language.

Martha teacher during our engg.

I think I have moved away from my main subject of this post but yes its all because of english that I started writing.