Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Something typical..





A constant is something which never changes with time.
And conversely, a variable is something whose value keeps on changing from time to time.


I so many times heard and read  all the principles of Maths can be applied in Life.
( I don't have any idea whether doing that makes life simple or complex :P )


But the difference between a variable and a constant always amazed me for the reasons I donno :D

Now my doubt is, shud a man be constant or variable?
One can not stay the same frevr and at the same time we cant accpet if he/she kept on changing =))
Too typical fr me :P




I wish I can conclude this puzzle like question, by simply telling, as Life's a combo, everything comes together.


Life and death,
Joy and misery,
Beauty and ugliness,
Wisdom and naivety,
And Everything and nothing.


We need to accept the change cause it's the only thing unchanged in anyone's life.


We can stick to something, if changing that doesn't make any sense :)


However, accepting everything that comes our way and never once losing faith in ourselves is always the better way    

Monday, July 9, 2012

A beautiful Memory :)


There's a history behind every pic ♥

It was raining that day, and I heard mummy scolding daddy fr he was doing something in the rain and then I came out to find myself in total astonishment finding he was trying to wash my cheppulu by placing them like this :D

I clicked the moment frever ♥
I'm afraid I can nvr love him enuf :D
Sai bless him ♥ to bear his stupid daughter longer :D

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

An addiction to books.. !!





Books have always been the top priority in all my life. 

Happy to recollect the various phases of my life where I've this sustained companionship of books 

As I can remember, I started reading novels at my village library when I was 6.

I used to finish them in a day or 2 days time, return them to get new books home :D

Lucky me ! My parents never objected me like every other parents do when their children are into novels.

I used to read all kinds of books and I still remember reading most of the times about middle-class struggles.

I never cared what kind of book is in my hands those days.
It's the same even now except for I developed an interest for suspense thrillers.

I just read, read and read :D
And some times i re-read :D

And after few years, we shifted to our grand mother's village, and there my Peda Mavayya used to get Swathi weekly. He used to get it on Thursdays itself ( They usually are available in market on Fridays )
He's a book lover too, and my mother was too, later she's got busy with looking after our needs, I hope to God, it doesn't happen in my case, as I'm not ready to give up books for any reason. Even if I do, I can't let myself love  the person totally who cause it.

In Swathi book, I used to read stories and serials.

Then I came across Madhu Babu, am still a fan of him 

I still search for his books 1st, when I enter a book shop.

Somehow, I feel fortunate about it, I got habituated to reading and all my relatives and friends started ( they still do ) calling me a book worm ( Am pretty proud of this part :D )

Wherever I go, whichever place I visit, whoever I am with, the 1st thing my eyes look for is books.

I read somewhere, a man is really successful if he can spend half of his life with books and the remaining half with people. But I'm afraid, I could not fall into that category, cause I always preferred books over people.

Sometimes ( very few times ) it's different when I'm with people who can make me feel like myself other than anything else =))

I finished my 10th std, and I had to go to hostel, and yeah, I started searching all the opportunities of reading books. I used to attend the book fairs, most of the times, I ended up with gloomy mood cause the money I had with me was never enough to buy all the books of my interest. There were always too many, and always too less money with me. I still curse the fact, I wasn't earning then and I was away from home. It was then I decided to earn so much money that I never would have to miss any book because of money factor.

In my P.G. hostel, I met a fan of Yandamoori Veerendranath, and so, I got to ready many of his books, that way. Lolz :D

And I don't remember exactly when I fell in love with Sarath ( he's a famous Bengali writer, whose almost every book is translated into Telugu ) but I remember feeling the warmth and love in his every sentence. He's sure a magical writer. He can make us feel in love with ourselves and everyone ( everything indeed) around us. Hats off to him.

And somewhere in the middle, I started reading Sidney Sheldon's novels, and I immediately became his fan and it was 3 years ago, I completed reading all his novels, including his biography.

I can't imagine how my life would have been or what kind of person I might have become if I'm not so fond of books. I'm actually scared to imagine.

Now, if I turn back and see, I can find so many books healing me, guiding me and helping me fall in love with myself all over again.

Books are the tastiest ingredient of my life, and I enjoy its taste every passing moment 

I owe so much to the books, and their authors for their wonderful creations using which I always can find a way to turn my dull life, into a bright one