Mighty Hell

It is fair to conclude a hell as hell or a heaven as heaven.
It is irony to conclude a hell as heaven or a heaven as hell.
It is mastery to change hell as heaven or heaven as hell.
More over…
It is important to find the heaven out of hell to change hell as heaven
And
It is more important to find the hell out of heaven to maintain heaven as heaven.

Beyond all these …
Whether we are in hell or heaven…
If once the day is started, we need to rush, think and act to step in heaven and beyond, after all
heaven is next to hell.

Hell proves practically how joyful the Heaven is…
Hell makes us tough to ups and depths in life…
Hell helps us to become confident in raw conditions…
Hell makes us taste all flavors of life…

Most importantlyyyyyy…
Only hell can show who our REAL MATES are … **which is impossible for heaven**
So is Hell not MIGHTY???

All The Best To Be The Best

‘Taare Zameen Par’
Every child is special…

The magnanimous story of a charming chap suffering from dyslexia and his cheering teacher, touched n moved every heart. The emotional metamorphosis of an eight-year-old boy has been prevailed by the affluent Amir Khan in his debut as a director. Its not just a story but is a true reflection of the contemporary reality as well.

It is as true as elevated in the punch line, ‘Every child is special’. Every child has his/her own interest and readiness for such doings, which may or may not be acceptable by their parents. But, those children who would be encouraged and allowed to grow according to their own way of interest, can see themselves sitting not only on the edge of a horizon of success but also in the lap of bountiful happiness.

For a thought-provoking movie like this, it is a deserved reward to be nominated for the ‘OSCAR’ awards from India in the foreign movie category. Let’s wish Amir Khan a Wholehearted ‘ALL THE BEST’ to keep an Indian foot on the film world’s biggest stage.

Help Endures…

I used to think, ‘a visit to the world’s wonder gives me a life-time amusement and indelible feeling I hold up to my heart’ but, I could never imagine that I’d meet a ‘helping heart’ until I met so. I was exhilarated because, Ravi accompanied me since the beginning of that precious event, till the end. It all happened when we went on a trip to the dumbfounding ‘TAJ MAHAL’ with our parents in the final year of M.Tech.

It was one of the longest n loveliest days in my life so far. We started to Agra from Delhi at 6 am and we returned at 6.30 am, next day. During the whole 24 hrs, hardly we experienced a 2 to 3 hrs of fun while watching the Taj, and the else time went with an insipid ‘to n fro’ journey.

When I reached my hostel I opened my handbag to pay the auto driver. I couldn’t find my valet, even after the clumsy search. It consisted of my college ID card, two ATM cards and near about Rs. 250. Though it was not a big amount, I felt so emotional about the valet. Ravi and me rushed back to the railway station to search for it. We were very much tired after an unsuccessful attempt to find it. My eyes filled up with quick tears and he consoled me like any thing. After some time, we returned to IIT with well-tried heavy hearts.

I completely believed that I lost my valet and the contents in it. I prepared myself to go to the bank and cancel the ATM card. After a couple of hours of deep sleep I heard an announcement in our floor speaker, hostel receptionist addressing me. I reached there in few seconds; Guard gave me the land phone receiver and said, “call for you from the IIT PG section”.

“ Hello”
“Hello…Are you pramoda?” a male voice enquired.
“Yes, I’m” I replied.
“Were you in Agra last night?” he asked me.
I’m astonished and said yes. Again he asked me, whether I lost my valet??
With a quick ‘Yes’, I replied.
He said,” Some one called here and informed me that your valet is with him and he gave me one mobile number. You can call on that number and collect it. Note it down... XXXXXXXXX” … It sounded like a sweet melody for me…I replaced the receiver with a quick ‘yes’ and ‘thank you’.

I dialed that number immediately; a male voice answered that call. He said his name and continued, “ Your valet is with me. I’ll be waiting at AIIMS hospital main gate. You can come and collect it”.

How sweet, I felt like I was in new world… I loved the whole mankind… I liked the traffic jam in he mid-way too. At that moment I felt my surroundings nurturing.

Again Ravi and me rushed to that place to meet him. All the way we eagerly waited to meet him. At last we met him at the main entrance door of the AIIMS hospital. We talked to him as if he was the most superior to us. He said that he found that valet near by his feet when he was on the Agra railway platform and admitted, “ I opened the valet and I saw the ID card and ATM cards. I called the phone number of the office written on the ID card and informed them my number”

Then I asked him out of interest “ Are you from Delhi?”
He replied, “ No, I’m from Agra only. I’ve a small craft shop near the Taj mahal.”
After that he said heart-felt news to us. “My 9 months old baby is suffering from a heart problem. We came to AIIMS for her treatment. It’s a severe problem; doctors are also finding no way to get her out of danger”.

We felt very sad after listening to him. We thanked him before we turned back. Ravi n me decided to give him some thing, so we went to the fruit shop and brought apples and returned to him, where he was sitting with his family.

The baby was smiling and charming in a baby pink suit, as if she hadn’t any hurdles to stay in this world. We played with her for some time and we handed over the fruits to his wife. He denied taking them, after an urge he said, “ You people also take half of them, because we both shared the joy equally. I don’t need any thing from you other than a deep wish and pray for my baby to be healthy”. We thanked him and finally we convinced him to take all those.

On the way back to IIT, I recollected the couple of times I found once the ATM card and other time the Bank passbook on the roads of IIT and the way I handed them to the guards in IIT. I shared the same with Ravi too. But I believe that the way I got back my valet is far better than the way I gave it to the guard.

I explained all of my friends about that incident and about that person and his baby. Every one praised him and prayed for the baby, which propelled me to feel some more joyful about the incident.

I still feel fresh when I reminisce the whole thing. I’m still astonished, “being in that much deep pain about his baby, how the person could be so sensitized about other’s feelings?? How he could be so simple when he said he needs nothing more than a prayer for his baby??”

I feel I’m very lucky to be a part of that incident. I can say the help he does endures… It is an unremitting feeling that is to be cherished for life long. It gives a working example of the whopping grace in mankind and a bountiful belief in humans.

A couple of weeks later the same person called me and told me that the baby had died because of the heart problem and he also invited both of us to his home on our next visit to Agra.

This is all about it. I confess myself in one thing that I didn’t mention his name in this post … Can you guess why because??

It is because…I’m unable to recollect his name…in other words I don’t remember his name though I felt an absolute joy because of him. Even in my mobile I’ve stored his number as ‘help’, but not by his name. It’s really a stupid side of me. I regret n curse myself for it.

I wrote this because, I feel this is the worthy place to keep this story and to keep fresh my feelings towards that and also to confess myself as mentioned.

‘Help Ever… Not because you need help someday, but because you can help everyday’

Happy B'day My Dear Soppi...

Dear Sudha ...

I wish you my heartful wishes

on the eve of your B'day...

"You are priceless to me"

Thank You For Everything.

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"Its easier for me to feel her than to describe her"

Who Are Detaining The Prosperity of Incredible India???

Keeping aside the fiscal issues, Indians are nothing less than any one else. Perhaps, we are more worthy considering the prosperity n legacy. Some one quoted, “Indians are poor but not India”. Yes, I’m inline with that and admit, “ Nurturing prophets have been the power of prosperous India”. India has been a cynosure in culture n integrity issues till date. On the other end, India has been in news regarding few disputes too. The recent terrorist attacks once again made India conspicuous on the world’s stage. To be frank, in this write-up I not only aim at barreling remarks against the terrorists, but also at rebuking the other shade of ‘Incredible India’.

Before entering I must quote: “ I salute to the people who are living for the country”. To live for the country you need not to be a warrior, but you have to be a normal citizen who can accept the struggle caused by your country and must try to save your country mates from the same agitation.

The ‘Indian Defense’ has been the important counterpart as a savior. The ‘Indian Police Services’ and the ‘Indian Administrative Services’ have some thing, that no one can point a finger at them. They have been the warhorses in tough times. But still many backlogs have been noticed in the recent past, which question the near future. The serial blasts propel incessant discussions on the ability of the civil servants, who aspired for it before they acquired it. From the audacious act the terrorists once again proved that they are not under par to our police department and also once again conveyed that they are the people who are not going to sit like undetached observers of uprising Indian heritage.

As already all most all the newspapers and news channels circulated bunches of news about this sad tale, I don’t think that I should go into the numbers juggle again. I straightaway come to the catastrophic effects of the swift attacks. Starting from the past Mumbai bomb blasts to the recent Delhi serial blasts, it’s always been an insipid voyage for the victims and also for the eyewitnesses. The media thrives with impulse and we follow the media as well. Talking much about the terrorists doesn’t help us. So, I’m confining myself to few issues over here and I want to avoid cursing the Protestants.

I saw people often praising the American security system. In one reputed newspaper I read the author saying, “ if it is America, the security system allows the blasts to be happened only once and they defend the following one successfully. It is not the case with India. Our policemen don’t mind about people and they are like living dead”. Being a human I can appreciate the author for having a broad eye on the Americans but being an Indian I can’t accept him saying that our policemen are living dead at the same time to have an eagle-eye on our system. Though there are lots of mentally ailed police, but I don’t think that alone is the reason. We too have the intelligent units who can portend the omen. Sometimes they fail and recently they are working sometimes.

Mean while, we must not forget to address our honorable ministers and opposition leaders who always be ready, to convey their condolences to the victims, to condemn the drenching upheaval of such terrorist attacks, to visit the hospitals and the announce the relief fund, to address the queries of media, but not at any point of time to serve the underprivileged and to do their duty.

The questions taunt me are:
We used to see parents and teachers to advice their children to be cool and not to take much tension about the exam to perform well in it. And again we see in the pilot training academies, in the military training centers, in sports events the echelons used to repeat saying to be cool during the tense situations so that the performance would be better n successful. But if we see our ministers they used to be doubly pressured about retaining their ministry, criticizing the opposition, pleasing their party mates and what not?? So, should we believe that they are doing their duty with utmost concentration??? How long they can give qualitative instructions to their respective groups and primarily to the defense troops??? I can say the key to their failure is “ They try to please all, which is the most impossible and most unwanted”.

If we don’t want to see the unfortunate events in India, Its not enough to barrel complaints against politicians or police authorities. I believe that there is some thing that has to be look after… And here it goes…


On the very next day of blasts, most of us confine ourselves speaking about it and we conclude it by saying the system as ‘starkest indictment’. Yes, of course it is. But while concluding why can’t people remember that they too are being indulge in the same system for years?? Why many parents can’t stop their children dreaming of working for the multi national companies rather than working for the Intelligence Bureau of India?? When can the orientations of the critics change and they know that all the technology of the intelligence system of America has been done by Americans and not by any one else? In my opinion, even in American one generation might have struggled a lot to get rid off the effects of the flaws in the system, to protect their next generations. If we, Indians can believe that now we are in the struggling phase and if we can accept the struggle and if we can contribute to get rid off it from our side to leave a great legacy to our next generations, We’d feel much better and satisfied rather than just rebuking the existing system in manner less language. But who are ready to struggle now???

We say that India is a developing country and still claim that we deserve to get security measures of well-developed countries like America!!! It doesn’t help making a quiescent day pleasant.

According to me, the Intelligence Bureau (IB) of India should get more powers to unravel the unfortunate happenings and to save people from the ongoing swift attacks. The IB should get power to enlarge their network all over India to save us from endanger. The IB officials being hidden should directly address the people like the way ‘Bin Laden’ speaks dearly in TV channels often, but not the persons to whom they report. Then only we can know the problems of IB people also. Otherwise just making them the culprits doesn’t work at all and also it is not the well tribute we pay for the people who serves India at the cost of their lives!!

Finally …
We’ve seen people who are born n brought up in India still not willing to sever their motherland, having said that ‘We love India’. Its not fair to expect the terrorists, who hate India for some reason, who want to cause agitation in the Indian economy, to keep quite and sever India by stopping the bomb blasts. We should prove to the world that Indians can handle huge misfortunes successfully and can still stay with winsome smile of confidence. We should dream for a system that can take the problems challengingly, rather than the system that expects no problems.

In my opinion, all those brutal attacks happened so far, happened to make India learn from the difficulties and make India the toughest. We must salute to the people being suffered or died in such remarkable attacks as well as the swashbuckling soldiers who died in the war field while doing their duty. I mean their death is for the same reason. Both propel the improving India not definitely the destroying. Though in both places people died for India, but the former ones don’t know that they are going to die, but the later know that they are and still they dare.

Though we may or may not see our dream India…but we must believe that on one day or other India will definitely taste the charm of success. For those people who are going to experience that we must wish, HEARTY CONGRATULATIONS in advance and say “ We Are Proud That You Are Experiencing Our Dream”.

Sounding The Death-Knell...!!

It surely hurts when you make an unsuccessful attempt to find the name of India’s one of the most successful captains in the selected team for the ‘Rest of India’, unless you don’t expect it beforehand. At least I experienced it. Hence I wanted to pen down.

Sourav Ganguly …

He is the person who admitted the unknown quality of captaincy for Indian Cricket Team so far… He is the person who helped his young mates to get aquatinted with the conventional team. As causality he lacks in diplomatic concern proved a couple of years ago. He was ousted from the team for whatever the reason it was. The desperation given by it helped him to swift back in to the scene soon.

And now…

The same story repeats …
The selection seems to be like sounding the death-knell for his cricketing future. Today his fortune MAY BE unanswerable, but his ability is unquestionable…

Let’s hope…
By the day he bid adieu to cricket, he would get satisfy being “dada” for his well-wishers.

Only "CAN" can do it...!!!

I'm astonished by looking at this poem... How the poet could think so winsome... ???

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are loosing theirs and blaming it on you.
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, or too wise;

If you can dream- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat these two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and never and sinew
To serve your long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will that says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor living friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but not too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is earth and everything in it,
And-, which is more-you‘ll be a Man, my son!

Who Can Shed Voice For Them???

To my surprise, it is pretty pleasure to impart the inundated adversity of the “ill-fated sports persons” neighboring me. The most unwanted hard-luck backs them like nothing existing. The voluntary support from their superiors stays with them, truly not always. Though the selectors often bewilder them, but actually they unknowingly educate them and prepare them to challenge the misfortune by facing it.

Yes, I’m speaking my heart here.
And yes, I’m not just scribbling. It took ages for me to conclude myself in this regard. I feel it is a long overdue and has to be ousted at least this time.

I write this not just to convey, but also to unscramble myself.
It is not just to read thoroughly, but also to think possibly and to act accordingly.

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Past of many can change our thought.
Our thought can change our act.
Our act can change the fortune of many.
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Back to the pavilion…

Early in this year, a dear friend of mine shared with me one of her sad tale and how she was unable to come out of it successfully. I could feel the anguish in her voice and also the hatred towards the people who caused it and in a corner stayed the helplessness, obviously.

I feel it would be quite understandable if I convey it in her voice…

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Hi… I’m Ms. Xxx. I believe that I’m an intelligent n hard working “kabaddi” player. My family got settled in a small town and my father is a farmer. Though I joined my bachelors’ degree (B.Sc), I always wanted to make kabaddi as my profession. For my goodness, I’ve been practicing under an amiable trainer. I could manage to get place in the state team during state kabaddi meet, 2000. Rapidly I became a key player in the team and represented in many tournaments and gifted many trophies for my respective teams.

The day has come when I heard news that I’m going to be considered for the team selections for the common wealth games. Wow… That’s a great and unique feeling. Finally, on my day I got call for the Indian woman kabaddi team representing for the common wealth games. My heart empowered with joy at that moment.

Oh my goodness, I’m going to play for my country…
Finally I got a result for my hard work…
This is a new beginning… :):)
Yes…. yes… I did it…

Thoughts were overflowing in my heart until I heard bitter n scary news. Ironically the selectors demanded an amount of 3,00,000 INR, for nominating me to the final selection. I was absolutely perplexed. Stunned as happened the unexpected and undeserved. Tears found their way out, as I rarely let them.

What’s wrong with me?
Why should I pay?
How can I tell this to my parents?
How can I ask them money?
How to indulge with this?

I’m found hardly any answer. I decided not to pay them at any cost.
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Incidents happened, as I gave money to the selectors finally, no matter what the amount I gave. The deep wish with in to play for my country overshadowed all other issues at a glance. Finally I played for India and our team won the gold medal.

After a couple of months, I again got a call for the Asian games and the whole story repeated again. But the ending was different as I completely denied giving money this time. And this time, I’ve seen many other players who are exactly in my situation. And also some players (So called players… Recommendation candidates), who occupied our seats in the team.

Shhhhhh… S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

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Back to me …

How long this silence lasts???
How long we pretend to live?

Can any one count how many talented players are going in vain?
Can any one imagine how Indians can perform in the forthcoming Olympics if we can stop this?

Who can shed voice for the players of little humanity?

Who can shed voice for the selectors of rich stupidity?
Either of them can make the things work well… :)

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Every thing, that happens
Happens for a reason.
The reason that builds
Our character.
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Some one…some day…some time…Hamm… What else? As usual… Let’s Hope For The Best… Cause, we can’t leave the rest.

Sonorous Slogans…:):):)

Chandrababu Naidu
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………. Swarnandhra Pradesh!!!

Rajashekar Readdy
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………. Harithandra Pradesh!!!

Chiranjeevi
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………. Santhoshandhra Pradesh!!!

Who serves the Actual Andhra Pradesh people???

Dar Ke Aage Jeet Hai……….!!!

The superior challenges…The strategic adventures…The trained trainers…The encouraging friends…The inspiring pulchritude… The whopping scenery… The pleasant weather… accumulated an ocean of spirit n joy in my heart, during my two-day Out Bound Training (OBT) at Panchgani, held recently. The way I got acquainted with the whole group of 18 boys is yet to be answered, as I was the only girl among us.

The tour went with pretty fascinating challenging games like, crossing a 70 feet valley by walking on a rope, one more rope game, a juggle of numbers, rock climbing etc. It was all about fun n frolic over there. We undoubtedly had a sublime combination of many flavors of life.

Meanwhile, I must speak about the ability of our trainer ‘Vinita’, an energetic n dynamic woman I can say. Though, she is pretty aged woman, she used to work with her will power. Every word out of her mouth had a stupendous effect on all of us. The discussion sessions conducted by her after every game was the unique feature of its kind.

Coming back to the adventurous games…

At the starting the whole batch was in a real anxiety as we didn’t aware of the kind of games we are going to play and, in the corner there was a bit of fear too. After reaching Panchgani, I confined myself to watch though the bus window, as the scenery n the greenery was at its best. But once the games were started, I tried my best to be impervious from other thoughts. Whenever we feel a bit nervous we used to refresh ourselves, in other words we inspire ourselves by saying “Dar Ke Aage Jeet Hai…!”.
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One incident I want to share with you all … just scroll down…

As I mentioned earlier, the game of crossing a 70 feet valley by walking on a rope is named as “Bummer Bridge”. In that game there was a down rope that tied tightly between two sides of the valley and two more ropes at the height of 4 feet from the down roap to hold with arms. To cross the valley we have to walk on the down rope, by holding the two side ropes with hands and of course, a supporting rope was there to hold us, if we fall. I was very confidant n fearless and I believed that “I can do it”. As my turn came, I started it with a good moment of arms and legs. But in the mid way, the rope was completely shacking. Every one was shouting “Pramoda, don’t look down”, as that was a 70 feet down in the middle. But I couldn’t turn myself from looking down. After a few seconds I realized the cause for the shaking, i.e. actually I myself shaking over there, not the rope :):):)… Then I stayed 10 seconds right at the point and took a deep breath and then started walking. From then I really enjoyed my walk on the rope. All the way, my friends were encouraging me, suggesting me and supporting me. Thanks to them … finally I reached the end of the rope and also end of the story.
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This is one of the funny incidents from my side and there were uncountable funny things among the group. I don’t know, where it will end if start saying them…Better Not to. After every game there were discussions on how we felt about it and what to learn from that experience, about the team work, encouraging others, the power of genuine complement etc. The way Vinita related all the games to the real life incidents was the best side of our tour. I rate the analysis as best, than the games we played.

Till now I read so many personality development books. I used to feel that I’m very near to the words like, team work, inspiration, encouragement, team spirit etc, even before I stepped in to the training place. But for the first time ever I felt that there are miles and miles to go to reach them in reality. For the first time, I experienced the joy n satisfaction in encouraging others. I personally feel that my routines have been changed, after I came back from the tour. I’m finding the clear difference in taking decisions, in encouraging friends, in complementing others… on the whole in managing people.

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To manage people we should know the people
To know the people we should love the people
We love people only when we love ourselves.
We love ourselves only when we believe that we got more than we deserve.
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On the whole, I strongly feel … “Once in life, every one should under go this kind of trainings… not only for the fun but to experience the difference”. But be very careful when you play the adventurous games… A game can change your life… :):):)

Dar ke aage jeet hai…. Aur jeet ke aage kya hai…?