Books
Why people, even my better-half knows ‘not’ what grows inside my boiling pot!
If all people become IITians, who will attend other class-jobs. So, something differs in some one. If all five fingers are alike, can we imagine how to hold our life? So, any machine only with a soft, a bearing, and a gear of different sizes, be ever moved – Lord Krishna with his single once drawn ‘Line’ (Geetha) – no more comments about his four-caste system. But one has to, despite our light speed gadgets – growth follow only as his parallel line.
A best 03 years’ service period. As I worked with Saudis freely on their Arabic land, more respected and valued than our own or Pakistani Muslim colleagues, that is still not received either in my country of all relations or other continent – full of dark-dollars.
On the way to ascend it
What else! My hard earned, while being innocuously lost to my known ghost-the very so called relatives – not a stray thief or those hidden extremist, but those near my fist.
Arundhati Roy – not as a writer, but as a fighter
Kemal Bey – The museum of innocence by Orhan Pamuk
Jhumpa Lahiri, V.S. Naipaul and Franz Kafka (still not fished reading the rest)
Commentaries on living, Smruti Bimbalu(Telugu), Unaccustomed Earth, The white castle and The Metamorphosis.
The white castle
Missamma(Telugu 1955) Chalo Delhi and Telugu comedy movies
I wish him/her/it to let me live as I am to
An Indian ghost once loved his African hostess and basked that dark land with his lost Kohinoor’s shiny rays, that would not have been hidden under any mines, just glowed, would glow to let next-beings grow.
All my childhood to sunset-hood would have been spent only at my native village, which I had missed for the sake of my evil existence.
To prune further my language, be it my mother tongue or those foreigners.
Still in amorphous stage, but creative and innovative.
When my barrel is full at duty free place.
80% silence and 20% music
Truth was, is, will ever be a taste of unknown (PURI’ GOD?) drops’ moving wheel, never be at our grasp, on our own at all lapses, its new beauty may we feel!
Maybe ritual, as a human, everybody by his/her very living, is a writer. Be it illiterate or literate with their marvellous eyes, ears and all other senses, that is why Google was, is ,will be in ever gargle with its new mercuric bubble, and we, all – no mass, no class – only a group engross till that Jesus wakes up from his cross!
12 years a day, 07 days a week and 28 years service still on.
Read, read, and read of those tears of yesteryears.
I. V. Rama Raju is a chemistry graduate from Andhra University. He is from Pippara village in Andhra Pradesh. Presently he works in a factory in Saudi Arabia to earn his living. He has also spent twelve years in West Africa. Raju is influenced by J Krishna Murti's teachings. He can be contacted at ivyramaraju@gmail.com
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