Brain is very strange organ, lot of memories you thought you lost but on a favorable repetitive environment or a parallel situation, the memories comes back in an instant. Mostly my technique is to relate a memories to an emotion and you can remember it forever. But some part of my brain have non emotional saved memories when now can be analysed fresh when loaded to current living. Thus this happened in a fraction of second..and that fraction of second was so important that I could not resist in sharing it..

My recent work as a team member in a buzy American Chain of Restro dose not allow me to sit ideal for long time as I use to do in my previous job as Security. As I enjoy the work mostly now…time for creative writing and possible fiction is getting less and less thus one day when I was lifting a loaded box about 10kg, The freezer door of my workplace coming in contact with the box creating an accidental pinch on my right hand. The pain came in an instant and stayed till an hour or so.. But in that short instant I was reminded of a memories from my school.

My mathematics teacher from Grade 9 to 11, Mr Srisailam Navuluri Sir was definitely the greatest teacher I could ever had, because if I deny that fact I would never have made it through my four years of Engineering, which I did and for that subject I am thankful to him.

The accidental pinch loaded me with a memory that Everyone in class use to be afraid of him for some reason. When communicated with some of my classmates they recalled the same thing which I did in that instant. “The Brutal Bruse Marks of PINCHES.”
Along with Excellent teaching skills he had a bad habit to give physical punishment to school children by pinching them on their arms near the soft tissue. The pinch was both painful and use to leave marks for days.
Being afraid from the bruse marks and pain most of student use to complete their “Home-Work”
He also use to beat children when not paying attention in class. I remember Mr Kartik Manoharan in his school days was beaten up with a wooden duster on his head several times just because of a silly reason that he did not bring bookmark and was looking at his desk thinking something else instead of concentrating on Black Board.

On those days even taking this point to Principal or Home was worthless as “Punishment in teaching’ was an acceptable offence on those days. Even parents use to give examples of their teachers being very strict and beating them up in their school days with a cane stick.

Though I am grateful for Mr Srisailam Navuluri‘s teaching and I could not express my feelings at childhood or at an age or time when Physical abuse was appreciated by teacher’s on student, I would just like to make my point clear. I might have to go over my liberty of expression of words for explaining how I feel, but

“In future, if my yet born child gets an teacher like Srisailam Navuluri and He/She gets a pinch mark from any of his teacher, I will make sure I will find the person, reach up to his house and Put a Shovel on his Ass so that he remembers the pain for his life before pinching or causing any harm to any children ever coming to his surrounding.”

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Stepping into teenage is amazing time of life, we have more “friends” which we think we really need. Get exposed to various true stories which were alien when we were sitting at home. And now due to technological upgrade, even get exposed to so much fiction facts and concepts which had hold no meaning to us before.

The concept of Pocket money came to me when I was teenage and just started to learn the concept of Money (as it the theory was not enough).
I grew in a family surrounding where My parents and Sibling were enough to be support of each other and thus everything we needed at early age was provided the time even before the demands. Let that be a delicious food item or a fancy game, demands were fulfilled by the household though sometime taking longer than expected time but things were in house when we needed it.
With new “friends” or I can truly use the word “School Mates” the new concepts were introduced to me and one such top in my mind is Pocket money.
My mates at school who had both working Parents use to give them a sum of money every month or some cases every week. My friends explained me all the benefits of having a Pocket Money. Money that is “yours”, You can spend it all with your “will”, You could save more and buy the food you desire, the games you wish, the clothes you admire and wish you had them.
The concept which initially look foreign attracted to me the most when I discovered its very common among most of my friends. Someday’s later I found out I was the only “different” child who not use to get Pocket Money.
The the demand came as urgency and I asked my parents to provide me with the Pocket money. The Idea was like a little foolish technique for my parents but they anyway accepted my demand and started giving me 10Rs a month. I was happy to get every month 10Rs. The amount 10Rs might seem very small but at teenage in 2003 to 2005 seemed a big deal to me.
I kept collecting the money until it became first 100 then 300, but unfortunately I did not know where to spend the money?

All the exciting things which my friends at that time suggested me I can wish to buy with that money were already present at my home. Thus the concept of “Pocket Money” might not be my cup of tea. (I was a boost drinker at that time….lol)

That time I was not enough matured to analyze the concepts which even I needed in my life or not. Thus anything new and exciting I wanted to install in my living. I wish I can say that I learned the big lesson and moved on, but I did not. I kept repeating same mistakes with now accepting different concepts in life.

In 2013 I came to Australia and now with my University Mates I came to know the concept of “Open Relationship”
In open relationship, you could be married to one person or be in realtionship to one person and with this you are free to get physical or emotionally involved with other persons.
I thought This is an awesome concept, “Open Relationship”
I can have my partner and also enjoy the benefit of having multiple partners. I knew If I would have tried hard enough I could have convinced my partner to accept the new Concept but in doing so…and accepting the law of Equilibrium or equality that would mean I would allow my partner to be in open Relationship too…
And I hate to share my objective “things” so sharing a relationship with anyone was out of Question. Thus the concept of “Open Relationship” how so ever tempting it is, its still not my cup of tea. (I am still a Boost drinker I guess…he he)
So I choose to stick with Monogamy which suited my style of living.

I wish we could all stop the story here….but I took my mistakes a step further…
Getting attracted to various Cultures was the new addiction I had, I tried various living styles, from accepting martial art and learning minimal style of living to going busking on Brisbane streets with friends and trying to blend in…I tried to live extreme ends of living and install it to my living. And recently discovered I am little stingy, little Greedy and of over spending mentally to the things I like, thus none of the pre-defined living traditions matched or satisfied me. Thus finally I decided to accept “my way” how so ever stupid it might be but I will follow My own way of living.

On this post I wont demoralize people to follow any new concept or go with the traditional one. I would just urge every living creature to have the courage to make some mistakes. Try some and discover your own way of living which suits you the best. It may may not match mine or any living tradition in history but if it satisfies you..Go for IT….Live THAT LIFE

If our paths crossed, will see you with a big smile
Till then Happy Day Have a Happy life ahead..

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Ohh Feels so good to be able to find time to write again,

You must have heard the story of Fox and the Sour Grape. Where A fox (technically a wild non-vegetarian animal) craves Grapes (a vegetarian diet) and jumps and jumps on the farm but his height was not enough to reach the top of farm where grapes are hanging
Thus concluded and gives Self satisfaction that Grapes are Sour and leaves the Farm.

When I was child I never had question why a non-vegetarian animal would crave for the vegetarian diet. It dint matter as that
was not the actual message of the story. The story wanted to convey that how we fail in life and situation and Blame the situation
for not “TRYING ENOUGH”.

The New version of this story is little general and indeed complex to understand.

I got a free laptop in Kerbside Collection. In Brisbane Australia a Kerbside collection is organised by Brisbane Council once a year per subberb to dispose the Electronic, Furniture, and other big Items which could not be dumped in a Dustbin. And Cheap people like me 😉 put fuel in 2nd hand Car and Run on a Treasure hunt on that particular day. Thus I found a laptop which had No operating System on a Kerbside Collection Day of Toowong Brisbane. I dint realize after repairing and constantly using the system
I started complaining about the Laptop to my mates.
I kept telling them stories of how I recovered the laptop but the Laptop is working too Slow. It is piece of shit. Takes hours to start and open app.
The laptop thought not bought by me received so much criticism than it might have received by its original owner who kept it out for Kerbside Collection in the first place.

Thus one day when I was in phone call with my mate Ravi Kiran from Melbourne, Victoria Australia, Guess what, I told him the story of Crappy Laptop too.
His reply was “have you every gone to Vegetable Market and before buying grapes you taste one of the bunch? It felt so sweet right? And the same bunch of Grapes when you bought them in Kg and yes Paid for them, after coming home the same bunch of Grapes taste sour in your house.”
I said…Yes it had happen many a times.
Then he continued, “its not the Grapes which had become sour, its your mentality towards the Grapes. You tasted a Free Grape and you liked it, just the same way you got the Kerbside Laptop
When you paid and brought the Grapes home, in your case Invested the Time and Skills on the Repair of the Laptop. The grapes started to taste sour, i.e the Laptop which was paid by your time and skills started to be boring, slow and worth less. It was Free on the first place.”

I was again wondering, yes the problem is being pointed out but what about the solution, what to do with the laptop now?
And answer again Lied in the Sour Grapes Story. Either You Throw away the Sour Grapes you Bought from Vegetable Market or you eat them by having the knowledge that You paid for them.
And the day you open your fridge and have a thought to start to through the Sour Grapes into Rubbish bin, The Grapes becomes Sweet again.

Complicated stuff ha…

Keep thinking
Have a Nice Day ahead..

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This post is not an usual appreciation of ants telling you all the fact that
amazes you like ant can carry things more than that of their weights, its lifespan is about 4 to 12 years or
ant uses very high sensitive communicative method or ant is so organised and
bla bla bla..

The more focus I would like to divert in this post is about actually observing ants.

Throughout my childhood after learning lot of amazing facts about the species “Formicidae” commonly known as ants I was very happy and enthusiastic to actually watch something from my stupid boring school book into actual life. This might sound idiotic but I could stare ants for hours together.
This must be waste of my childhood time which could be well spent on plying with friends or learning something good but I was spending more and more ideal time to watch where dose the ant come from? Where dose it Go? The white babies of ant, why there is need to carry them form one place to another? Did someone
break their house? I wish even I knew the inter-species communication so that even some day I could actually know that what did one ant say to the other ant? Or what
does they talk about when every ant stops in a row, tell something then move forward? Do they think we humans are friendly or they are scared with the Giant Species in size
compared to them? Do they ever make Jokes about Humans? And should I even be offended if they make jokes on us?

Several questions run in my mind with many possible correct assumptive answers which today may or may not be so important.
The important thing was as a child and growing kid the more pain I got by travelling throughout India in school age by getting away from all newly formed friends every three years, The ants were there everywhere to cheer me up and entertain me in my growing time.
And the ants reminded me that though friends come and go, but the hardworking and efficient ants are always there in every part India and connection with them will never fade like disappearing friends. I was so amazed that though inter-species communication was not yet established
I am enough fortunate to observe ants and their behavior throughout India is same. They search for food, collect them and in line go back to their respective houses.

After childhood there came teenage and I got busy with the human-relationship understating phase. Friends got closer, parents seemed strange, anger frustration which never haunted me in childhood were the dominant phase in every rain.
Love, fights, togetherness, politics, grouping, religion and even watching the television news was an factor of interest and the observation of ants was no amusement to me. I also started thinking, how so stupid I was in childhood that
I use to observe ants, and I cant believe that watching ants was my favorite pass time.

When even teenage was almost over and I bounced to Australia to struggle for my carrier, I was amazed that more pressure of self learning and self survival haunted me every day. I almost forgot that even If I could have seen ants they could have reminded me that like
every species humans also have to work in organised patter, communicate, carry thoughts and understanding so much heavier than that of their weight and have courage to forgive and move on in life. But unfortunately for first two and half years of my life, I was never able to
see ants in my surrounding. I mostly lived in posh area of Brisbane, Mostly in 2nd or 3rd floor houses which are well equipped and architecture that though Maggot were easily found in our dustbin if remained unclean, the most popular species of India the Ant was no-where seen.

After 2 and half years of living in Australia when I moved in a Ground Floor house in Toowong, Queensland Australia, I was able to observe the ants for the first time stealing food form our kitchen.
Inst-ed of getting angry on them, I was happy that even today when Lot of friends have come and gone in my life. Lot of small time failures and achievement success is gained in my early carrier start, the Ants are still hear doing their job, perfectly and exactly as they were doing it in India.

In any story we can only connect the dots backwards. Thus some of the question (this time logical) rises in my mind. Why did I was not able to see ants in first some years of staying in Australia?
The two possible answers were either I was staying in 1st or 2nd floor houses in Australia but in India due to my dad’s choice of living we only took Ground Houses to live where ever we travel in India. Or I must be living in a high standard society in Australia where paying the bills to maintain my life standard was the only task I was focusing on.
Either ways the smaller in size ants completely disappeared form my observation though they were always present around me.

After paying more attention I realized may be this is what happens when we grow up, the small amusement of childhood vanishes in time and looks silly but the silly things called “worries” which were never a part of life when we were small seems so important now. And overall we even support those worries with understanding that we are more matured and responsible creatures now.
Concluding my post today I would not suggest you to be like ant as they are doing their work sincerely and we should do ours but I would just again focus on point of observation that when Time, Age, Geographical Location and relationship understanding is changed it actually affects our FIELD OF OBSERVATION.
The always present ANTS may seem to disappear…..

Cheers Everyone, Find your ants and have a wonderful weekend

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I mostly write positive motivational stories as in general, but let me try something different.

The birth of an Entrepreneur is not when he is born or his company is launched, but when a person’s Idea is turns into reality and he earns his first profit.
When I was in Class 7th, situations turned a little similar…
I was studding in Kendriya Vidyalaya Ordnance Factory Medak, Yeddumailaram, A.P, India. On those days every year Annual day was celebrated. On class 7th in particular I got attracted towards money and then started thinking how even I can earn some.?
Starting a process of THINKING is very crucial step in one’s survival as it kicks you out of both your comfort zone as well as the zone of worries.
I believe even if you think on every worry you have one by one, you would also meet up with the solutions of all your worries or a dead end at least lol 🙂.
So the thinking of making money as a garde 7th student gave me a brilliant idea of all time. (at that age and time I thought it was brilliant)
Someone gifted me a Disney Cartoon Stamp Pad. There were 15 Cartoons Stamp in the collection box. I could use any ordinary ink and good quality paper to make Group of 15 cartoons and sell the paper A4 size paper which was practically of no value into at least 1 rupee per page.
I asked my teacher Mr. Diwakar Sir, Teacher of SUPW department Kendriya Vidyalaya OFPM to kindly allow me to install a stall in the School. (SUPW stands for Social Useful Productive Work) On those days even Mr Diwakar trained some of his selected students to sell some of projects, models and paintings made by students in SUPW Class. Unfortunately I was not one of them. Thus on my request Mr Diwakar agreed to allow me to set up a stall in school grounds on one condition, I have to pay him the 50% of cash which I make on the day of sale.
I thought for a while and said, Its unfair, all your other students are using the materials provided by school and having 50% of profits only to sell those exhibits under your guidance. But in my stall all the production would be mine own, then its really unfair to give you 50% of our earning just for the permission of the store. I can give you 10 to 15% of the earnings or maximum 30% of the profits we make.
Mr Diwakr denied my offer, thus to ask for the permission of the store, I went to Principal of the School. Principal was kind enough to understand my current situation and instead of one stall she also gave me one preparation Room for production on those particular day again on condition that I clean the room at the end of the day which seemed a fair deal to me. When I took this idea and permission of execution to my classmates more ideas popped out. Aditya Kochar came with a saying we can also serve Sandwich. Bread is Cheap, we can add some salads, pack that up and sell it for 5 rupees each. At that time I dint see the investment I am doing as the profits seems high and I saw a team was forming. Kanchan Sharma and Jaswinder Singh joined me for production, Abhinav Guptha for sales And we worked hard two days in a row to plan for the store and get everything ready.
After school we stayed for more time in school and also at home to Print the stickers. Bought Bread, Arrange for Stove and Some how Pop-Corns also got involved till the end.

As I was buzy in production and spending more time talking with Kanchan rather than giving my focus on the business, I had no clue how my store is actually running. When I came out after whole production was done for my store, I saw all the decoration we did on our table was taken up by Diwakr Sir, I asked my team why did they took our decoration Cloth, Paper weights and some of my stickers? My classmates had no answer. I went to stall which had our decorations and asked back for the materials we purchased to use on our store. The stall members denied to give us our own material as it was provided by Diwakar sir. I had no time to go to Principal for complaint such issues and thus I along with my mates just snatched the materials we purchased and brought back into our table. Diwakar Sir saw what changes had happen around and did not react instantaneously. Instead when the General Manage came to visit each and every stall and appreciate the hard work done by every student, Mr Diwakar just diverted his path showing all his exhibitions and purposely said, our store is nothing to watch too and asked him to move ahead without giving any attention to our stall.
I was sad that I did not get to meet General Manager as I planned and we all team members worked hard for the store. But moments after GM’s visit, it was our store which got busiest the most. Everyone planned for different exhibits for sale, but no one thought of food to sell on this particular day. I remember Abhinav and Aditya being in the front desk sold last bread and last popcorn in our store and taking our all investments I earned a profit of 15 rupees per person.

Though every schoolmate is apart now, but I was still happy that I was successful in creating a momentary team, execute an idea, cross all the hurdles and most important make some profits for me and my team. I saved that 15 rupees for many years in my life till the time it lost its value…. But the story kept it my mind.

The anger for Mr Diwakar Sir for being Greedy negative person, my interest in girls would divert my thinking in business, Gratitude for Principle and my classmates for being there to make my idea work and adding values to it. Definitely I believe in the school days the Entrepreneur was born. Now its time to face the Real world…and I still believe either a good product or a good story would definitely come out the actions in future.

Cheers Reader
Hope you Have a Week Ahead

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