Useless freedom misused

This post is about what happened in India, what is happening in India and what has to happen in India to make better…

An Indian in 1900′s…..

I’m born 10 years before the year 2001… I know things happened after 2001 and I heard a lot of things the way of life of the Indian people in the 1900′s….

People of 1900′s spent most of their time freedom fighting…

I thought what is the difference between the way of life before freedom and after freedom… What does freedom actually mean?

Does it mean freedom from the foreigner’s rule or freedom to express ourselves???

I see a lot of people celebrate Independence day and Republic Day listening to the speech of President of India and say India after 60+ years of Independence…

Our people who belong to 1800′s strived hard to get Independence for Stupids like us… how would they know the generation ahead is full of ignorant people rather than innocent people…people with greed rather than people with the attitude of sacrifice like they have… I wish an alien invasion to happen and that’ll teach us,the value of freedom and value of Independence… The way we are leading our lives everyday do not contribute much to the development of our country.

We are given Independence and freedom to develop ourselves and as a nation develop one another…We are 100+ crore people living….

I have a question…what does living mean in the above sentence…Living doesnt mean breathing , eating , drinking under a shelter…. it also includes setting a goal, dreaming about a developed country….

When I was studying 6th class my teacher said India is a developing country.. I do not know what does that mean…In 7th standard I was told there are 3 types of nations developed nations , developing nations and under developed nations…and I was also that developed  nations are the highest and the life there is better compared to other 2 categories…

Now thinking about that….I see developed nations doesn’t have anything EXTRA! than the developing and underdeveloped nations (taking factors like land,air, water etc…) The difference between the three categories lies in managing the things they have… I’m playing the game called “Age of Mythology” by Ensemble studios for the past 9 years…I learnt one important thing by playing that game...the player who manages his resources is the winner…will be the winner….

I read and heard India WAS a reach country and due to the foreign invasions we lost our treasure and became a poor country and we are unable to feed our people with the resources we have….

I don’t understand the point of loosing our treasure if they are our things, why don’t we get our things back…if thats not possible why don’t we start the things we need and feed ourselves instead of relying on others… What we lost is the past… past cannot be brought back and it is not to be brought back…we have our lives with us… we have our souls with us.. we have the time and we have the blood, we have our brains the greatest gifts our fathers and fore fathers gave us!!!

We should  sharpen up our minds realize our hunger look up at the bright future of ours and work hard like donkeys(to my knowledge donkeys are the hard-working animals than the rest ) guided by the holy spirit to make our country a place where there is place only for people who believe in themselves and in the integrity of the nation and nothing else…..

Jai Hind

A False Portrait

‎”it is not necessary to portray who you are and what do you do to the society because I believe society doesn’t give you anything and it is very ready to accept something from you which is a very selfish deed indeed. I insist on a false portrait rather than a portrait of your own” – its_vishu

Stay hungry , Stay foolish

I’d  like to share my grief which was in my heart and head from the minute I heard the news about Steve Jobs’ death.

Now coming to the post, In this post I’d like to tell you about the things which had a huge impact on me and I feel everybody in this world will be influence and moved by these very things.

  • Money
  • Relations
  • Death

The above three things influence most people in the world. But I’d like to tell you that there are people who

keep these apart and struggle to make things better and always dream about a bright tomorrow.There are people who follow the conventional path and make a job,get a family and die one fine pleasant morning. On the other hand there are people who have nothing, they do nothing and die like something on one chilly night. But there are really a few people who have nothing make something they want to, they too die on one pleasant afternoon…making a difference which could be felt without their presence.
These people have a vision which is beautiful and also powerful,they work hard day & night to make that something they’ve dreamed off. They put everything they have for something they believed in and these people change the world  and fill the world with their dreams.
Money is really necessary for everything either for buying a book on science or a Mac even a piece of bread. This doesn’t mean if you have money you can buy anything and everything and it also means your money  is not useless. You should understand that,money is a medium of exchange and if you think a bit you get the answer as

Money is only a COMMON medium of exchange and is only a necessity

Relations are the ones which us happy,sad,angry etc. To generalize things about relations, relations are those which bring an emotional change in us,when something in them changes. Good relations are necessary for all of us, you cannot sit inn your office and work with peace of mind when you had a quarrel with your girlfriend can u? of course that is possible only when quarrels are the most common thing among st you :P  So,I think to achieve your dreams the relations you maintain with your surroundings is really very very important.

Everything has a time,and you have a time too,you should remember that everybody in this world would take shelter, permanently  inside a 6 foot beautifully carved box of wood someday. So you should live your present the way you want,and also have a dream and work hard every minute to make the dream come true.

When you are on your death bed,or when you think you’ll have your death bed soon ask yourself this question

Did I live my life the way I want? Did I make my dream true? Am I happy?

Work hard so that you can answer the questions in a positive manner and earn a page in encyclopedia :)

When I heard the news about Steve Jobs death, and after I saw his speech at Stanford I only remember the words Stay Hungry Stay Foolish !!

THE IDEA OF STEALING AN IDEA

This post is dated dec 26,2010. It has been re-edited and published.

The best amongst the worst ideas one can have in his mind is ‘stealing the idea..’ like the founder of famous software company through im sharing this with you and ‘founder’ of a famous social networking site! and this is a part of the latest Hollywood hit “INCEPTION”..and also copying an idea is the plot of the movie “SOCIAL NETWORK”.

Though I realized it now,it is an old idea,but a very dangerous one!
This idea of ‘STEALING AN IDEA’ leads to a state where  relationships have no value,stealing an idea is different from copying the idea…in the real world of ours, stealing can be approximated to copying because we can only control our mind,and not others mind as ours..(in a general case).so you can get inspired from others ideas to such an extent that,at times you don’t realize that the idea is not yours! even if there is a change in the presentation of the idea,people say “it is a copied one!!!”when you fail to convince them.Even though you inspire or copy an idea,you should be a bit careful,and the change the application of that idea..if you are successful in doing so..you have a chance to escape .
The most important thing is that do not share or tell a known thing to the people(if you think they know it). Copying or inspiring from an idea,according to me..is the most common theft..that takes place everyday,every minute,every second around the world…and there is no way we can know it or control it.so the only way an idea can be protected is sharing it only with yourself and not anyone!
When an idea is told or expressed,it is definitely exposed to theft and if you are late in its application? you’re gone as there is a chance for your idea to be applied before you apply it.There are some cases where your idea is improvised and used,in such cases it is an inspiration for others and you have to be happy for it,because you are the source of that idea’s application and that application is better than the application which comes from your own idea.
So my suggestion  is..your idea,which may you think stupid may earn billions of dollars for others…never let your gray matter exposed,and try to be an idealistic person with your ideas!!!!

A ‘loveless’ love story

“love can be deadly and disturbing” 

Long long ago…the year was 2009, when I actually saw and read the strange story of two people which I’m gona tell you now…Although this post is fictional,it is based on true incidents happened in 2009… It was a winter night and there was a slight drizzle when I sitting in the balcony of my room and watching the  empty road which was very flat and long, very very interestingly..There is only one street light which was flickering down the lane, I could see a person with his sweatshirt on, walking towards a tree on the other side of the road..he did a lot of things like exercise,sleeping,eating I dono why. It was night, the road was empty and this person is acting weird!! This made my interest’s adrenaline pump.So I was taking a close look at his activities.I guess 1hr passed and I saw another person probably a girl,who was walking on the road I could make that as I used a binocular to actually know what is exactly happening..As it was night and the street light didn’t have any interest to support my interest I have to do every possible thing to get to know what is exactly happening there at that tree.

The girl walked past the tree and has nothing to do with the boy in the sweatshirt.I guess the boy was actually waiting  for some one. But  no one met him in the next 2 hrs. All my interest was drowned like a ship of Titanic.The drizzle stopped and  the man started to sleep under that damn tree I don’t know the reason exactly (may be he’s thrown out of his house) . I don’t know when I slept,but I too slept in that very damn chair in the balcony itself. It was half past 4 in the morning I don’t know what woke me up,I woke up and my closing eyes saw something which made them wide open!! The person in that sweat shirt was dragged onto the road and had a shiny yellow  bladed  knife in his stomach and smooth cut of his throat . The grey t-shirt turned red and his pants were really wet with blood. My eyes and me  couldn’t believe the scene and I thought for a sec my binocular was playing games, but the scene was real and the things I said now were actually facts!!

I wasn’t afraid of the scene I dono why . The person in front  of me,lying dead had my sympathy rather than my fear. I thought poor boy and started to look at him closely and this time the street lamp showed interested along with a little sunlight.I really now have a better view of the body than yesterday night. The body was looking pale and his face was low,white and lacked the human charm his body has 3 wounds one was a cut along his throat and his oral cavity was opened through which I could see ants and other insects going into and coming out of the oral cavity.The yellow bladed knife is still shining and has his liver attached to it,I could also see a yellow fluid near that knife along with the liver.It was the bile juice I realized all the anatomy I studied these years was all in front of my eyes.He has blood all over his body. The scene was not so photogenic I thought I could have some photo but I don’t want to as the site was a bit disturbing.

It was 6 am and people began to come out of their houses onto the roads and followed by them was the police people . These people are so frightened to see a dead body lying on the street.May be,some one of them called the police and police made a stylish entrance with their black and red Ford cars…Along with the police came a bunch of people in white costumes,I’d rather call them as people in white uniforms,made some tests collected some things out from the dead body . In the mean time the media people’s population increased exponentially and the number of common people reduced. The media people were yelling and to me this site was a greater horror than the site which I saw in the morning!! it was about two hours I could hear their screams when I was brushing,bathing, having my breakfast and my lunch!! Finally it was 2pm and all the people along with the person in the sweatshirt vanished and gave me some peace…I was asleep for the next 5 hrs it was evening when my dad came with his face confused & puzzled. It was night after my dinner, dad & I sat before the TV as my net internet connection was kept in an coffin buried with my low scores. Like the life time of a person depends on his health,my internet connection’s life depends on my scores at the university.

Dad switched to a news channel which covered the whole of our street crime scene and reported that the convict  responsible for the crime was held by the city police later this evening .Though police denied to give any information about the case,according to the news sources,the convict was a relation to the victim.I was shocked,though I did not know the truth about the story,I believed the news channel report.So I thought how could a person kill his relation? This was very annoying. Dad turned the TV off and went to bed and I did the same thing. I thought if I had any chance to know the truth what has happened,I’ll know it. Although this is a common case and common news to many people around the world.This crime is special to me! It all happened and I’m a witness. So I thought I could go to police a tell what I know,but I have a question flashing…why would the police believe me? I should tell the police or inform police about something the man and I know, and no other person except us.So I went to the police station(first time).It is bit different from what I see in the movies. I went to a police who typing something very fast,and  said him that I have some information regarding the case.The police turned to me and said go to the person their,he’ll take you to the officer handling this case. I had to wait for 3 hours.The police station is a busy place and had all kinds of people coming in and going out(and very very messy).

Finally I met the officer and said him what all I saw that night. The officer had an expression of an actor listening to a film story.When I’m done he took me to the convict,I don’t know why and he has showed me a the convict’s cell, and said he’ll come in 1 hour and asked me to have a look at the convict as he got an phone call (may be he has some urgent appointment) and gave me permission to talk to the convict if I want to..The cell was dark I couldn’t find the face of the convict I could only make the shape of the convict. When the light is on in the corridor of the place,I realized the convict was a girl!! I couldn’t believe the site and asked the in-charge police officer to check for the case number 091143 and confirmed the cell number was the same and she is the convict the police had. I was shocked at the site and was actually tensed as how could a girl do  it. How could she do such a crap ?? Is she related to the man?? Many questions are settled in/on my mind and I started jotting the questions in a rough manner on a paper and when she finally turned to me,the site aroused fear in me though she was very beautiful and had a great smile.

I gathered some courage to ask her about the man(victim) and I said what all I saw, to her for no reason.After listening to me,she said ” I love him and I’m the girl you saw who went past him that night, I didn’t actually kill him,I only made him go free from his sufferings. ” I didn’t understand  what she was actually speaking. I had a face which was blank and cold. She saw me and said “if you wana know the story of what has happened give me the book and pen you are carrying and collect the book tomorrow. I did as she said and went home. Next day after a lot of request and a little bribe the police allowed me to meet her and she didn’t speak anything and gave the book to me I could see the pen and its empty refill in a corner of the cell. I thanked her and had a question why she is doing all this,with that question in mind I came home,kept the book in my shelf and started to have my lunch while the TV was running.

The news channel reported the latest happenings of the case and said that the crime involved a women who was one of the many girl friends of  the victim whose name is Bob. Although the convict claims she is the only girl friend of Bob,the investigation says Bob has 17 girl friends and he has the habit of ‘changing’ his girl friends very often. An interesting fact is, the victim is the convict’s 23rd boy friend. My mind’s blown after watching the entire report of the news channel. I finished my lunch, but I could’t remember what I actually ate.Though I slept I’m only interested to know what happened,why was he killed ? These questions along with many other related questions made me to sit and look at the book in my shelf with a fear,curiosity,interest and horror. Though I don’t wana tell you the reasons for all the above mentioned emotions,I can the share with you, what she wrote in the book  with you. Before I could start to share those things,I recommend you/advice you the below content is only for strong heart-ed people(not for weak heart-ed).

The below is what the convict girl wrote in the book.

The ‘loveless’ love story

We met in the summer of 2008, though many of my friends said he is not a great guy,I didn’t think so…we were everywhere roaming,partying, drinking and most importantly f*ckin. He changed me completely in two months of our relationship. He was such a sweet guy who gave me presents every now and then and surprised me very often. He introduced me to his family and I gathered some courage and introduced him to my family. Though our parents didn’t like our relationship they are not against it. My mom only warned me not to have an sex with Bob,though we did it very often. I love him more than he loves me. We are possessive, obsessed and mad about each other. I don’t think the things we did any couple won’t dare to do any of them. I don’t want to tell you all of those. But I’l tell you one such incident.It was new year 2009 we were partying at a bar,they were many couples that day.we were dancing and drinking suddenly he began to smooch me and we smooched hardly and wildly for a long time (one of my friend said we kissed for 1hour).

Although we love each other,they were many fights,we hurt ed each other mentally and physically as well.This hurting  became very common and our love story became ‘loveless’ love story at one point of time. I never believed in people,and what they say about Bob earlier and now I didn’t believe Bob after listening to people.It was high time I thought and all people around us thought of a break up. Before the day of our break up Bob posted the videos of our sex in a porn site, and also in his facebook profile and tagged our friends in it. This thing shocked me like never before and all people and friends were calling me up . I don’t now whether it is fortunate or unfortunate,my parents were out of the town when all this happened.

I didn’t know what to do. I only cried and cried . I called up Bob,he said he’ll come to my house in 30 min. When I saw him I couldn’t control myself from slapping him. He started to support his act by telling me,”as now all of us know we  did it,our parents do not have any choice or option except they should agree for our marriage. ” I was hurt ed very badly,my family was hurted too and I knew it…I started realizing all the things which appeared good turned suddenly into a hell . I knew I couldn’t do anything now..He got a call and he said he’ll be leaving and left. I’m alone in my house fucked up,crying and didn’t know  what to do.Few days passed, On the night of the murder, I was going to my house when I saw Bob  near a tree waiting for some one..I went to my house as it was night Bob didn’t recognize me. I sat on the terrace of my house and started to observe Bob,at 2am I saw a girl (most probably) came to Bob, and I could see under the street light they made love. I couldn’t control that. So I thought of going to Bob and stop it…  I went to them,he is finger fucking her with a cloth in her mouth.It appears she had orgasms in the mean time. Bob looked at me and I don’t know why he took a knife,he took a knife and tried to pierce me,but I some how managed to keep the knife in his stomach. The girl who got fucked took a knife and slit his throat. I was shocked by her action.

She looked at me and said,”this bastard has made you a hooker. I wanted to kill him as he did the same thing with me too. It is better we leave now”. She dragged him to the road near the tree and made a deep cut in his stomach,near the wound I made and confirmed he is dead by now and left along with her knife. I stared at the dead body of Bob, for minute and tears rolled down my eyes . I was afraid I could get caught,I went to my house. I made Bob,relieve from me(his suffering) . I’m happy now.No regrets.

On the last page of the book she wrote….

I advice you not to fall in love , have sex and mess your life up.

After reading the book, I had no words in my mouth,no thoughts in my mind and everything appeared to be blank for a minute. It was night by the time I finished reading the book my  dad came,I hid the book among-st the text books and went for dinner.My dad switched on the TV and got to the news channel which reported another convict in Bob’s case was held today afternoon and both of them were sent to custody.This case is reported as a open and shut case…as both of the convicts admitted the crime.

Few days later….

I read in the newspaper, both women admitted the crime and were given a ‘death sentence’ .

This is a tale of love, death and disturbance.


MY friend

First thing …wishin all of you a happy friendship day …

Comin to the post…let me share a story of friend of mine…

We (me & my friend) were watching ‘social network’ movie , he said he wana built a site like facebook and actually make the social networking better. He created an account in facebook and started using facebook explicitly, day n night…

I better call him a facebook addict,as he was online 18-22 hrs a day..Like in the story of the ‘the social network’ Erica in his story was a girl by name Ria. They used to chat on facebook for hours together until Ria went away with another guy.

My friend was very very upset and started writing blog , at the blogger . Time passed by,we got admissions in different universities and the frequency of our meets was lessened . In one meeting of ours he said he met a guy called karthi and said he was very very similar to him and he also was computer geek. He said he changed his blog to the wordpress,as he read one of the posts by karthi at the wordpress and thought that was the place he have to be!!

It was summer and it was really very hot and I got glued to my room . I used to read my friend’s blog at wordpress. He was writing exhaustively . So exhaustively that he was able to have 5000+ people read the blog in 2 weeks time.

His blog was so involving that many people subscribed to his blog and actually commented and queries about the posts he wrote..

He then went on with his blog and started to create a facebook page for his blog!! and made easy for the people to get updates about his blog,if they like his facebook page…

He started to publish his blog in more blog sites like livejournal , blog.com , type_pad and was always occupied writing posts and responding to the queries..

My friend has a name and his name is its_vishu . its me..

This post was inspired by incidents happened to me.. This is a work of  fiction .

” Every person should realize that before you make friends with other people , you should be your friend!! “-its_vishu

A BOY..A GIRL…A LOVE STORY

“This is an article of fiction,any character resemblance with real or dead is purely coincidence”— its vishu

“people who loves themselves can love people around them”– anonymous

I’m a boy…who is an orphan and people around me call me  Judas…I don’t know why….This is my story….and I love myself and I love to be myself….

The days were very dry and sunny… I used to  sleep in the dusty streets of the town…and work for a merchant in the market place…

The town where I live has a solitary feature…The town was a 1234.500 steps away from a place filled  with sand and place where your sweat seems like water… A place where water has priority than boiling blood…..My town is surrounded by these sands…the desert sands….

When I was 18, I still remember me and my merchant were travelling to the neighboring town with his family when my merchant died of the heart stroke…and his family left me behind and went away one night…

I was dying of hunger and was in middle of a deserted place…with bright sun throwing his baby rays filled with the fire on me…I couldn’t move any further,and I was on the burning ground….lying….

the desert sands with the sun blazing

I saw a group of people,coming towards me…and I remember a person with a glass water jar with water in it which was held by his hand and he was  moving towards me tardily…I couldn’t see the face of the person but could feel the sensation of glass jar bang on my head…And after a few seconds… I could see my blood along with the water dry up,very quickly…And after a few more seconds…I lost my conscious….

When I opened my eyes,I was in a place surrounded by snakes of different varieties which were in jars on the shelves…I could also see a scar on top of right eye….in the small piece of glass…I was in pain,so couldn’t come out the bed…

A person came into the room and said ” its time to go from here…Didn’t find any snakes” took his jars and packed things up..and started to move out when I asked him whether he could help me as I was in pain…He sat on his camel and made me sit on his camel and we were travelling….I asked him about the place and where did he found me….and why he was helping me… He replied ” I and you are animals with emotions  and sensibilities, responsibilities, have some paths to follow and should offer help and be kind to other persons in this world “

Tamasha's jars

As we were travelling and traveling…We found some dead horses and people lying next to them with their faces painted in blood…and then saw a girl trying to bury herself….when Tamasha who said that was his name and his father was a magician…slapped her and took her along with us….and tied her hands with great difficulty,as she was punching him on his broad face…

2 days passed and my scar lessened its job and made me a bit comfortable,but  things were not the same as they were 2 days before when the girl started speaking to Tamasha and me…and said about her family… and asked us to stay with her in her village…along with their uncle and aunt..We traveled  to her village,and Tamasha met her uncle and said what had happened on the way…and said to care of me till I was alright and left the place…..

Few days passed…and I was alright and asked her uncle to help me in assigning some for me….He took me to the place where he mines gold and molds them into some shape…and  asked me to help me in the job…and also I was given a room,near the mines which had nothing in it…

I felt very happy as I happened to find  a living and was able to survive the dead blow….

10.2 weeks later…..

It was sand storm which was coming all the way…me,Sekhmat which is the name of the beautiful girl who gave me living  and Aren,his uncle were coming from the mines and we stayed in my room as the sands were flying with great excitement….the doors blew away and the sands rushed into the small room….filled the room…We fought hard for our survival…Sekhmat lost her conscious and I blew air into her to save her and Aren was buried in the sands….The storm subsided,I took Aren and Sekhmat to their house…and helped them,till they recovered…

the sand storm

Aren and I were back to work,and one day I found the beauty lying on the heap of gold near to the mine and the heap was red along with her legs,waist and hands…she was bleeding and was in pain..It was in the night and I could see her face red and her  pain blue under the light of the moon…I took her to my room and wiped her blood with the clothes that I have,made her drink some wine and teared my clothes tied round her wounds and she was still bleeding…she was watching me..with her eyes almost dying….she looked towards the door,which I repaired..and pointed towards a paper which was burnt to an extent…

I took the paper,but was never interested in reading it as the girl was in pain..I took her to a druggist whom I met,and left her there…after reading the piece of paper which said

” Why did you help Judas?? I smashed his head,but he wasn’t dead…give me his blood along with his body or else….Sekhmat….”

During those 10.2 weeks…before the happening of the above….

I was watching her..she was sleeping next to me…looking into me and my eyes…with my hand under her hair..her head on my hand…She asked me..”why is she with me now?” I said “to sleep..” She smiled and wrote something on my chest…and took a mirror and showed it to me…which read ” I want you to live…because I’m in love with you”…I asked her what is the problem…she said her uncle has a friend who wants to kill you..and she also said she was with her uncle,during this conversation…I took her into my arms and kissed her and we were in tears of happiness…

We loved each other,and were happy….I never thought why I have to be killed…I didn’t harm people…

I asked Aren about what Sekhmat told me…and he said “if you want to live,go away from the place or else you will be dead”

The present day…..

 I went to Aren to inform about Sekhmat, he came with me to the druggist saw Sekhmat and with a smile on his face took a knife and made a mark,which was deep not that beautiful but was paining and burning….on my face…..I was in blood,the druggist helped me by cutting the throat Aren,which he did not intend to do… Aren was not a great fighter for his life..lost his life and also his wife..along with his friend…

The druggist helped me to recover and also Sekhmat…

When I and Sekhmat were going to my town,she told me that Aren wanted to kill me and her as her friend’s family was ruined by my merchant and Sekhmat’s father….I guess the person who smashed me with the jar,was the friend of Aren who was ruined by my merchant…

Aren loved himself,his friend and also people round him….ended up in being dead

“love and friendship do not make people, lifeless..they make life worth living “

“killing people doesn’t give you license to heaven….helping people can give you that licence…for the friendship sake..never try to kill people…you never know the people you kill might have a friend like you..to kill you..”-its vishu

THE RELIGION OF ATHEIST

This article is a thought,which is made after analysis of what I know about the word ‘religion’, ‘atheism’, ‘worship’..

NOTE: please do read this article if you believe in the term ‘logic’  and ‘analysis’

People,God,worship,atheist,determination,trust,affection,emotions,faith,determination etc etc…

Getting confused,okay..let me tell you in an organized way..

I have a few questions for you

1) Can you define God?

2) Can you define faith?

3) How do you know he\she\God be faithful to you??

4) Why should you believe in God??

5) Is there something called GOD ?? if so what does he do??

According to me, there is nothing called God, you are created by your parents only your parents and no one else, if you think or define GOD to be the creator of universe,then is he the creator of you?? if he is the creator of you, then who are your parents??

So,to me at least my parents are my God,and I respect them.. Coming to ‘theory of God’ which to me is a creation, let me tell you HOW TO ME THE CONCEPT OF GOD IS A CREATION….

I dono who is GOD

In nature there is always something GOOD and BAD,POSITIVE and NEGATIVE which can be generalized as opposites. Now the question is the representation of the opposites…To represent the good and bad in the societies myths,stories etc. are written.

As there are scholars and spiritual people around the world,they might thought of something called the representation of good.. To represent good,you need a character..But, the human mind is such that it gets pulled to the things which happen physically and appear beautiful to their eyes,pleasant to their ears and tasty to their tongue..that is what is called BAD by the spiritual people .. let me tell you why..

theological math

If you take for example the sentence or wateva “tasty to the tongue”,which I’ve mentioned in the above lines, If you take a chocolate ice cream which is wow!! and yummy..you eat it,you like it,you’ll eat everyday..day after day..day after day..and day after day… after a long time of eating the choco creams a day comes when you have to go to your doctor, and he realizes that you’re body is affected by defected things and you know from where these come into your body?? It is through the  ”yummy” chocolate ice cream..so finally the “yummy” thing blows your body up!! so it is BAD…..(take into consideration that,you eat only choco ice cream too much and your digestive system got spoiled because of that)

The pity about the human life is people only learn things only from their experiences,not by teaching or preaching..these spiritual people are really brainy,very strong at mind and heart..and know the ‘PURPOSE OF LIFE AND PURPOSE FOR LIFE’ whereas the common man do not,and he does things which come in his way….

So,these brainy people thought and thought…and after a long thought they created characters and wrote stories using their imagination and proved the stories in certain instances, now these stories tell the common man the GOOD and the BAD…

The creation of a creator

In every story,good wins and bad loses..this is  nature…and according to the stories, good is represented as GOD and bad is represented in many forms say DEMON

There is a question,called “why is necessary to tell people by creating stories?? why not directly,through words in a normal way???”

Now this is interesting,

you know scholars are also humans, and humans do not tend to listen to other humans  simply….. guess its because of the nature of humans…

angel of good

So if you are able to create anything which is beyond human understanding, human questioning and reasoning, something strange and beautiful people tend to get attracted to it and then they try to understand the things. In this way you can actually teach good to the people and thus create a really good society…

God is the representation of good in the society,and evil is the representation of bad….

mr.evil

I think GOD and EVIL exist in a human… All the good qualities a person has is called good and god of that person and all the bad qualities one has are his weaknesses and called BAD….

The more the percentage of good in a person,more is the God in him,more is evil in a person he is called BAD…people know what is good and what is bad..and act according to that..

Fortunately,we all believe in good and not bad….being optimistic is one way of increasing the amount of good in you thereby increasing the God in you…

Atheism is ”  lack of belief in the existence of God or gods “

the Atheist

I say every Atheist is a theist and let me tell you how…..

Atheist doesn’t believe in God but not in good…he also believes in good because he is human and all the people believe in good and want to lead a happy and comfortable life…

According to me and my theory of God..God is good so a person who believes in good is a theist…and thats me and so are all of us….

Billion Inspirations to become a Billonaire

This is my first post on word press..very excited to share my views on word press. Coming to my first post on WordPress, Billion inspirations to become a billionaire, i’d like share my thoughts about the word “Billionaire”, ways that i analyzed it.

Coming to the inspirations which made me write this article are the billionaires listed this year by the Forbes magazine. When me and my friend were having a look at the magazine’s billionaires, i found some interesting things which made think and gave encouragement to try and do something new. When you have a look at the Forbes magazine you find the list of billionaires..thats a common thing…

But when you actually  view their profiles,you actually come to know about their past,and this is important because it tells about the capability of the person,to become a billionaire. One of the interesting fact is that, many billionaires are college or university “DROP OUTS”  and another interesting think is number of Russian billionaires are high!!!

To become a billionaire i guess you need to have an idea,the process to implement it,the platform where you present it and thats the way you become rich…

“THE MORE RICHER IDEAS YOU HAVE,THE MORE RICH YOU BECOME”

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!!!it is an its_vishu post!!!