The one who made me cry!

I don't remember those days quite correctly. I think it was before we bought our car. Yes, I think it is. It is just a fact that I am attracted a lot towards the pets. Especially to cute (doesn't matter whether they're cute or not) puppies. One day, I was not expecting anything. I was in my home not doing any of my home works. I could hear the tires screeching by the door which was the sound I recognized as my Dad's scooter.

The scooter meant a lot to me.That scooter had been our friends for more than eight years. Dad bought it when we were in Ahmadabad. It cost us 13,000 which at that time was a large sum. We spent a lot of time on that very vehicle than in our home. You get what I mean? We wander a lot. Me and my bro would simply fit in the gap given to rest the driver's feet. But as time wheel whirled, things changed and I grew and slipped to the back seat. At first it was quite comfortable having the four of us in that vehicle. But later and later, I felt more uncomfortable. There ended my journey with my family in that vehicle. After then I refuse to go with them whenever they go on a ride. Then time passed; dad got a car; he learned driving; it started again- The Wanderism!

Okay, let's back to work. I heard the screech. By the door it was my brother heading straight home with a puppy in his hand. I was shocked at first. Because Mom would never allow a dog in the home. She says this if I speak of keeping pets," I already have two dogs in here and I can't manage another.(in which she implies me and my brother in manners of fun)". This dialogue is same all over whenever we ask in our homes, correct? So there it was- cute and adorable in his Black colour and an white colour like a milk spilled over a black carpet. My brother had taken home a puppy of a stray dog. We never had a nice place to grow pets. We were in a rental home and it had no backyard or a lawn. So I felt uncomfortable with it at first then I got used to it. All of them in my family felt uncomfortable in touching them but on the other hand I wasn't like them. I did the jobs. You know the jobs I mean, right? Yes, you're right.

We had a room in the front in which we had the slipper stand and a chair where we usually sit while putting on the shoes. Later in 2011 which I mean now, the chair became a old newspaper chair. We put our pet there and I loved playing with it. It was really wonderful time which I had that time. It used to sit on my lap and look me up like a good adorable baby. My heart would just melt down if I ever experience that again. I shot videos of it. We have two rooms leading from the front room. In order to avoid it going into those rooms we had to keep closing it all the time. But before he came, we don't do that. All doors remain open. I close those doors and keep my camera in the video mode and just slip out. Then later I watch the video which would be so cool. It even used the slipper stand as its bed once. Once I searched the dog everywhere and at last I found in the middle layer of the slipper stand hiding by the colours of the shoes.

Mom too was a worker so we weren't having anyone to look after the dog. So, we leave it in the front room closing all other doors. One door had no lock and it will just remain closed but not tight. In the earlier days the dog found it hard to push through but later it got the strength to penetrate through the half-closed doors (he he). When we return home, it would be just wandering in the bedroom pooping here and there. Mom doesn't like it. The dog made quite an affection on my mom. She used to be the first one to wake up early and buy milk. The dog would just round her again and again. She was uncomfortable with the doors being closed as it affected the ventilation.

Then she couldn't just tolerate this anymore. She ordered me to put it back where it came from. Off I went along with my dad one morning by 7 am. It had been in my home for exactly a week. Dad ran his scooter and I was sitting in the back holding this guy in my hand. It looked at me during the run. I hadn't cried for a long time but then I felt tears running down my eyes to reach the mouth. It was like an emotional roller-coaster. His soul was actually able to communicate with me. I couldn't resist those tears. I had no choice but to leave him at the same spot where we found him. When I placed him there, the dog could've known what I was about to do then. It looked at me once again. It surely would have said this if it had a Speakable mouth "Are you sure about this dude?" Yes, I had to leave him there. I took leave and never saw him again.

The important thing is that, I hadn't even cried on my Grandpa's funeral but this guy- he really got my tears forked out. I miss you, little guy. I still want to keep a pet but it just keeps on missing. Will surely own a nice pet in my future.

Until then it is Guhan giving the keyboard a vacation...!

Free pens!

This happened on a fine morning on our 11th grade. As I have said earlier, I was a first-bench guy. I had always been weak in Mathematics. So whenever The Mathematics period came I fear. Either I don't do the homework or I am not prepared for a test which is gonna be on that day. So, it happens daily. Cause either we had a homework ( which I haven't completed) or a test (for which I am not prepared). So this was the day before the FREE PENS incident. I always had a big place for my pen which is usually leaky and doesn't write legible. Why I had been using that pen? It was the same pen which I used in my 10th Public examination. Actually it is the nib which I used. I disposed the pen but saved the nib and held it with a new pen removing its new nib.

The Mathematics period began and I started pissing out.  All others use some different ink pen to highlight the headings. The pen has to be called LUXOR which is the name of the brand but everyone calls it 'The stic pen' which I don't. The pen is like a refill pen available in various colours  My friends who sat next to me had theirs and I at times shared but mostly I hated it. I had a thought that why use colours to differentiate the headings where I can clearly underline it with just a scale and a pencil. But the truth is I didn't have a scale and pencil. This is not necessary. I also think that it is a stupid thing and I hate spending money on it. The teacher always scolds me and asks me to change my pen which writes very dark. But I never did. Then that day, she already seemed mad when she entered the classroom. In order to de-stress her madness, she started yelling at me for I hadn't brought the colour pens. I kept my mouth shut. I could have argued but I didn't. It was a big shame for me. She yelled a lot in front of the whole class which of course included the girls!

I was desperate. "What do I do?" I asked me. I replied to me, "Just keep your mouth like it were zipped" and I agreed to me.

Then the period got over and I almost forgot the thing until I saw this. The tomorrow had come and I had gone for an interval. The surprise had been waiting for me eagerly. I returned after my break and opened my bag. I saw some white paper in it. Wait I didn't keep anything in. So I started wondering what that could possibly be. It were three pens of colours violet, brown and black (which are the most used). The three pens were so connected by a 'note'.  It read :


And the first thing which came to mind was "Show it to Somebody" despite the statement 'Don't say to anyone'. But Balaji didn't understand it at that time. I had a million thoughts racing through me at that time but I was not capable enough to discover. It was really planned out well because the handwriting had been changed to trick (not just me). I, first had mind set that it must be a boy who is just playing a prank, but it wasn't a prank. It was real. Then it hit me that it surely is a GIRL. I even tried matching the handwriting. I was so happy that I got pens and that too for free. The saddest part is that, though the Mathematics teacher scolds me a lot, I liked her. That day I had these pens spread out showing my pride on the desk where my Vice-Principal came (the bald-man) informed us this shocking news. "Owing to pregnancy your Mathematics teacher is gonna take a vacation of about 6 months. Till then, I shall be your Mathematics teacher." So this is the story of how I got free pens and how I got a bald Mathematics teacher. In fact he is a real nice guy who cares for us a lot.

Finally I found the girl. I don't want to reveal her name. Till now I am waiting for a chance to thank her in someway. But I haven't succeeded so far. Hope I will. I have the same pens given by her as a part of my memory. I used it for the 12th Public examination. Usually a pen gets dried in a month but I got that pen wet by constantly pouring ink. Many don't refill; they just dispose the old and get the new. 

I hope this story had some entertainment. Okay guys! My college is to begin in 10 days. I will be busy by then. But don't worry. I will find time at least four times a month to blog.

This is Guhan closing the book temporarily.

Snake! Snake!

Many of us might have got beaten up by our teachers. I too have had those experiences. This was not for studies or home works or something. I was in my 9th grade then. I was studying in a Government aided school in Aruppukottai. I was admitted in an AC class which cost me 6500 that year. The class was completely air conditioned. The normal fees was actually less than 2000.

I joined and it was all fun in that class. As the fees 6500 was considered a huge amount by many, that class didn't get a house-full. That was the first year of that AC class. It was introduced the year when I got into that school. Since it was new, many feared to admit their children in. So we had only 19 members in that class. We were alone. We had a closed room. We wrestled in the class room, we played cricket. We danced, we made movies. It was fun.

We had no tuition and also I hated it. But my Close friend, Rathin Dala Prince begged me so hard to join. It was not taken by my class teacher. I took tuition from an Ordinary class teacher ( just telling the difference not that I'm considering the teacher inferior or something ). The class would be large holding a class strength of about 50 or more. I went in the evening. If I don't go to one, I enjoy a lot in my home. But as he requested I did go.

It was one fine day. I was in the tuition and we were given an interval. At that time, the hot talk was that the students had seen a snake near the toilet. So I took this chance to do my prank-ies. I took this situation as a catalyst to do my reaction. Wherever I went out in the interval, I would scream suddenly at the approaching students from the opposite side facing me.

I screamed like, "Ahhhhh!! Snake! Snake!". Everybody would yell jumping to their feet. They, then know that it was a prank and they just gimme a wide smile and go. I was doing this again and again. It was so much fun that I did it repeatedly without even going back to the class. The interval was over but I still pranked many who were still out.

I had tears from my eyes as I laughed so hard. It was really cool. Wait, the story is yet to begin. We had a teacher named Thravidamani. He was short and small. He had a sheepish smile. If you really wanna imagine his face, he looks like a Hynah! He was very strict and he was famous for his severe punishments but I hadn't had an encounter with him as I was in a different section of the same class. He too taught for 9th grade. I know about his character and I tried all possible ways to avoid him. But today, it was my grave-day (pun intended). I was doing those pranks on all students irrelevant of their classes. The more fun is when I did for the smaller ones. I finally found my way to the school canteen. It was well lit and the rays of light were coming towards me. So that the things which come on your way would look like a walking shadow. I did face a walking shadow and I again went to do the same prank.When walked to him, I knew that he was some 6th or 7th grade. I imagined it to be the funniest of all but it turned out to be hell (again pun).

I did the prank yell. "Snake! snake!". I had been walking looking at the ground rather the person I was about to prank. The light glowed slowly on his face and the one whom I thought as a 6th grader was actually a teacher who took classes for the 9th graders. It was of course, THRAVIDAMANI. I was scared on seeing his face. I was like "Sorry sir" "No Sir" at that moment. You know in situations like that you really don't know what they are saying but you just keep apologizing for what you've done. It is a common thing, you do it in fear.

My good time, he wasn't in a bad mood at that time. So he beat me a little and asked the details of my class and my class teacher. I was real scared. I told this to my friend Prince who was with me at that time and he just told me that the teacher was absent-minded who often forgets things. I was like "Why did you even do that?" for the whole evening. But later my face from his brain were lost in the days of history. The incident is still my one of the biggest pranks I had ever done. I would never ever forget that one.

Hope this gave you some good time. Be back with another story of mine. Until then this is Guhan slamming the door.

I hate if someone hits me on the head

Welcome again! This is Guhan. I was just thinking what to post and  suddenly got this story. This happened in one of those days back in my high schooling.

Before I tell you this story, I would like to tell you the incident of how I got to the first bench.

I went to school on the first day. There were two staircases to the top floor. There was my class. The two staircases were meant for boys and girls separately. I took the opposite gender on, the GIRLS'. But as there weren't many girls, it was not a matter at all. I went and sat in a class randomly. I didn't even know what class I belonged. I simply went to a class and sat in a bench which had been placed third from the back which exactly was the middle bench of the boys. Then came my teacher, THE BOTANY SIR. He ordered us to Stand in a line according to our heights. I stood fifth. But you know one thing?, I always like to be in the front . So I took up my friend's position to the fourth place. The biggest mistake of all. Then the sir made the first four sit in the first bench. So, I got in that bench for two long years. He is a guy who beats the first bench guys for no good reasons. I abhor it. But still I sat in the same spot.

So, the relapse: It was a Botany period and he always expects us to write whatever he teaches. But I hate doing that. Well, that is not the part of the story. I was sitting in the first bench and my friend did not bring his Rough note that day. So I lent him my Mathematics Fair note and asked him to write in the backside. As he was teaching, he turned the note papers and found that it really was a fair note of mine.
He then said to my friend, "Why are you writing it on the backside? Write in the front."

I was not gonna allow my friend do that. So I protested. He said him to and I said him not to.

It went like this : "Write" said he with a high pitched voice.

"Don't" said I in a lower tone. This ran for three times and finally he hit me hard on my back head. I always had been allergic to that. I hated it the most. So I shouted. Not like "AHHHHHHH...!!!" but like "ahhhh.."

I asked, " Why are you hitting me on my head? Don't do that...". I was protesting hard.

He didn't tell anything further. The next scene of this story, I am outta the class. I was scared or one thing. The VP!. If that VP comes for a round and finds me standing outside, she would just keep on Blabbering about my studies. So I stood there sobbing. I was angry and at the same time a bit worried and also scared.  The whole period went with me standing out. But luckily, the VP didn't show up. The magic sound roared to life; teacher came out; allowed me in. Then he didn't do that hit thing after that incident but finally went for it once during the end of school. But that's okay. I should feel happy for the whole year just not to worry about the one which I got on the school end.

So I got to know a thing that day. Protest, no matter what...! I think this is what I got to know. Well, maybe not. I learned not to yell at teachers in schools. But now I need not keep that. 'Cause, I am not a school student anymore.

I am the COLLEGE GUY...!

And one more thing, don't hit me on my head. 

So, see you guys with another story of mine.

Until then it is Guhan Slamming the door.

The Romeo was me? Never!

I remember this story very much because this happened in the recent times now. I was in my high school in Dharmapuri. It was the year 2010. I was in my 11th grade. The classes had been going great. And I was a normal guy in the school. I don't do much of things. It was one day when I was summoned by the Vice-Principal of the school.

She is a woman of her late 40s now, I mean by 2010 and she wears a fine glass which gives her the teacher effect. She hardly smiles. She had her room in my floor nearby our class. She had known me well. Why did she know me well? I did my 10th grade in a place called Aruppukkotai where my dad had the work for a time period of three years. I did my 8th, 9th and finally the 10th grade there. My Class teacher at that time was simply superb. He trained us well and made me score 474 out of 500( which I lost some because of my faults because I had fights with him at the end of school). So after my dad got transferred to Dharmapuri , he put me in this school named, again let's say 'blah-blah'.

Considering my mark as an effective one, they gave me a big offer. No need to pay a penny till I complete the schooling. Cool, right? Yeah, sounds so but it really wasn't cool for me. All of the teachers wanted me to study hard and to get the top score always. But you guys should know that I am not a BOOKWORM. That's the main reason why I hated it. They had me in high terms. I failed their dreams. I got average marks and the VP advises me a lot to score more 'cause I got a free seat. So they wanted me to give them my best.

Why didn't I study? I am not a guy who believes in the most stupidest thing of all- School. Education was meant to be a thing which should make pupil a person a technical guy and not mechanical freak. All they wanted to do was learn, learn, learn, learn, learn. I abhor that. What is the big use in just studying rather knowing nothing? She called me to her room when I was attending a Botany class where My Botany sir was teaching. I went not knowing that a big bomb awaited me. So as soon as I entered I saw my VPs (we had two vice-principals) sitting in the room. I thought that this call was maybe for something about the studies. But it wasn't.

She started. "Call your parents to school. We will arrange the marriage and you both can live happily-ever-after!!"

I was all mixed up and was staring at her with an expression that you all might be familiar with. "What the heck is going on here?!?". She told me that I had placed a love letter in a girl's bag who studied in my school belonging to the B section whereas I was in the A. I swore that I have never spoken to a girl or did any jobs that related them into that. So I tried to explain the facts behind me. But she didn't seem to listen to me. The other VP, who in fact was bald too did make go mad by shouting at me.

When I knew that I haven't go any mistakes on me, I tried to object her quotes but she never gave an ear. The Other VP kept driving me insane. When I tried to higher my voice against her to prove that I am innocent that bald headed bump higher-ed his voice too. I gave her every possible reason to show her I'm innocent. She hardly took those in her mind. I lowered mine and finally confessed to her that I had no such affairs and I promise that. She accepted and allowed me to make a move.

I entered the class while the teacher was still going on with the lessons. I sat in my first bench. I already have told you about my CRY thing, right? I didn't do anything but the suspected me. So if you had concentrated really well on the ME-THE THIEF?? post, you'd have thought of my cries there. Whether you did or not, I did cry after I sat in my place. Then the teacher asked me why and I told him what happened. He went to deal this matter with her. And off he went. It was an awkward moment for  me at that time. I was crying like a child; the teacher had gone; the student started murmuring. The Botany sir had known me and also about my character.

Finally the big turn caught up a fire-y twist. It was the mistake done by the maid. When I told you that I was called, The caller was the VP and the one who informed me that- it was that maid. She, instead of going to the 12th grade and call a guy called GUHAN who had exactly my name came to my class and took me to the Almost-hell situation. I came to know about this after a few minutes when my Botany sir got back and told me. Then it was all laughs in the class for moment and that Magic sound roared.

TTTTTTTRRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

Off we went for a quick break. Then she never apologized. Till now! I have to ask her this one day. She usually forgets a lot. She would surely have forgotten the incident which I will never forget.

So I am gonna sign off now. Catch you later with some other boring thing.

You know me!

The Love towards a Singer

First of all I got to admit this. I had no idea of what an English song was till that very day. It was some day in July and I had been to Chennai to my Cousin's home in Chennai. At that time all the channels showed only one news.

Michael Jackson was No More; total city was sad and I knew nothing. Even at that moment I didn't see the news properly. All I knew was, he is a musician and he is no more. My meet with English songs happened because of my cousin only. He gave an album of Michael Jackson's named THRILLER.  You might have heard about it. A big seller of all time. Then I found my way back home after my stay there. Dad had always told me about his fond towards MJ.

You know what, nothing seems important until we interest towards that particular thing. I have never listened to his songs before. But it was one day and I started to hear my first ever English song with concentration. Though I have heard many English songs in the dance performances held in schools like Barbie Girl and so on, I have never heard 'em alone. I mean, it was kind of new that I was actually hearing an English song.

It was like a strange feeling. But I became used to it. I was repeating the song BEAT IT again and again. It became my favorite song. I even went to a browsing center where USB drives are not allowed. But I sneaked my USB in the port and downloaded the lyrics for that song. I was becoming a huge fan of that song. I decided to by-heart all of his songs as a tribute for him. I did many but his songs list was long and so I stopped.

When I became his fan, I not only became a fan but became a die-hard one instead. At that time it was the peak of Orkut Networking. I was very active in a community (fan page according to Facebook) of Michael Jackson. Even if I do a password, I have his name in the middle. Those days were only filled with him. I don't have a single day when I haven't spoken or thought of him. My chit chats would be only filled with Michael Jackson.

The complete conversation between my friends and me would mostly be about him. People would even get pissed or mad seeing me always blabbering things about Michael Jackson. Those were the days I was just that madly in fanship. I always "Shit! We missed him the days when he were alive." Then just after the time began to roll, it was time for me to study for the upcoming examinations, I mean the Public examination. Those were the days!

I just can't describe my love for him in words. But anyways I did try.

Where's the purse, Guhan?

I want to share a crime story with you now. No, not what you think. Definitely not a murder. It is a robbery of a Purse with 25 rupees it. This incident is a big one which I would never forget. It all begins in Sayalkudi. I was living in Sayalkudi for three years as my Dad's job was in a bank named, let's say 'blah-blah'. 

This incident happened there. I was studying in 2nd or 3rd grade. The school in which I studied was called Roja Matriculation School. An average school but a famous one in that town. The reason for its fame is that, it is a small town and also the schooling was not that much popular there. A little bit larger than a village. People had no other choice but to admit their kids in that school. Okay, this was a type of school in which parents usually came to the schools to see their children to feed them in the Lunch break. So as a parent, my Mom also is included.

The incident happened one day where I went to the school without doing the homework and the teacher was extremely mad at me. Like everyone knows, kids are scared of their teachers. So was I.

In that school the parents leave the lunch bags for their children in a shelf near the entrance. And when the Lunch break comes they take the Lunch boxes and feed it to their children. So, one fine day, in a recess period, I went to take my Water can and to have a sip of the natural fluid. As I went there, I saw my mom's purse clinging in the Bag. I was attracted to it as I have never opened it before. I took a look around me. Knowing the loneliness, I took the purse out and picked a two rupee coin (See, big cash. That's not even cash. Anyways...) and slipped it into my pocket. So this scene ends here. This might have happened by 11.00 in the morning. By 12.30, all the parents had come to give food to their children. The school was very small and so we had an open toilet which I find now to be so stupid. My curses apart. So, I went to attend the nature's call and I saw my Mom surrounded by the teachers at a distance from where I was taking the leak. They were talking about something and I was watching them from the leak-taking spot. I thought that my teacher was complaining about my incomplete homework.

I was scared. So I pretended to attend the nature's call for a long time. I actually didn't know what was happening there. Then finally the teachers got cleared and I sat with my Mom and had the wonderful dish ever. Wait! The story is yet to begin. I didn’t knowing the future that time. A strange thing happened.

My Mom's purse was missing! What a surprise! I saw the purse in the interval but now it isn't there? I didn't know about this theft until my Head-mistress summoned me.

She summoned me and I obeyed. As soon as I entered the room, she looked angry and I was puzzled. She began a boring conversation and her speech wasn't that polite and not even normal. I was thinking 'Why the heck she summons me and speaks rudely?'. I had no idea what the conversation was about. I was completely at sea. She finally asked me: "What did you do with the purse?"

I didn't know what to respond. What purse? And why me? I said, "I know nothing". Then only I got to know that her purse was missing. All I kept on saying was, "I didn't take the purse."

The conversation went for nearly 20 minutes. Just imagine yourself there. You haven't done anything but you are being suspected for it and the big thing is you are too small to speak back. All I knew was that I was in a bad situation and then I am screwed. I had this stupid cry-for-anything habit. I do this when I am scolded for something that I didn't do. I do this when I am helpless when I can't prove my point to someone. And she kept on talking and finally she said, "I'll give you five minutes." and she took off leaving me alone in a room. She came back asked, " So, what do you say?". Alone in a room locked up like a kidnapped kid and they blame me for some stupid act. I talked to myself and what do you think a child's self-talk would suggest him? I accepted the blame and told her that I took the purse.

She replied, "So, it took you this long to tell the truth" (But it wasn't the truth. Screw her!). All she did was frightened me and made me say that. I am still mad at her and I don't seem to remember her face good. But if I see her again, she'd be dead.

But where exactly did the purse go? My take was just a 2 rupee coin and I swear I didn't go any further.

I suspect the thief to be the school maid. She usually stands by the school gate and the Lunch bags were kept near the gate in a small corner. When I mentioned you that there was a none, it hadn't. She had been there watching me access the purse. She made plans. She took the purse and she clipped me in the case. That bitch was crafty. Bad that there were no CCTV supervision then.

Remember when I said I was pretending to attend the nature's call longer? At that time, the teachers had been talking to my Mom about the Spoken English class which I Mom was doing a special class like one. And some higher class students had complained to the Head-mistress which is still the most stupidest thing. They had told her that I took the purse; I stole the money and I threw the purse away. Bunch of idiots, why would I throw the purse away. What were they thinking - that I was a freaking Godzilla to just throw things I have in hands. Then I had been trying to find the purse which coincides with the time when I was pretending to attend longer fearing that the teachers had been complaining about me. But guys, From this I understood one thing. If you are helpless in a situation, those who know you're helpless would climb on you and bang you to the ground.

Be courageous!

I point a gun at that head-mistress' head and ask her to read a note. She reads it. Hear.

"Guhan, has done nothing wrong and he is innocent. P.S. Guhan will be back" 

I am here!

Hey, folks!

This is Raja Guhan. If you are one of the readers, I thank you for reading this. I am 17 years old.

In here, I'll be sharing my thoughts and the things that happened in my freaking life. Sometimes I can blog crazy stuff. Don't worry you can just skip it anyways. It's your choice whether to read or not. You can get to know me from wherever you are if you are provided with a internet connectivity and of course, power. So, Let me Begin.

I was born on 10th of June in the year 1994. My parents are Raguraman and Rajeswari. I thank them first of all before I start to say about me. My Mom and dad : They are the best! Mom- Her care shown towards me is extreme. She guides me in all my decisions. Holds me when I am experiencing a fall. Loves me even after I fall. I feel getting up with that love itself. Love you, Mom. And you too, Dad.  They've always been kind to me and have supported me with whatever I have stood for. Coming to my dad, he is a strong motivator. He is highly interested in meditation and the art of Being Human. He is a perfect dad. Never has he broken a promise, shown his anger on me, blamed a thing on me. He is the Pitha holding the second position in my heart followed by the Maathaa Rajeswari!

So my mom gave birth to me in Chennai, Tamilnadu. The planet cherished on my arrival. So did my relatives. I am a boy who is enjoying my temporary stay in the world. I have trust, confidence, belief and some more motivation-meaning words within me. Raja Guhan as the name suggests, I think I can rule something, at least an ant colony. Well technically there is not King in an ant colony, there's a queen alone. Then I can rule atleast.......never mind.

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If you have time to read something useless and Great Patience, you'll enjoy this.I hope our journey in this blog would be an awesome one.

Tighten your Seat belts. Here we go!