NAMO NAMO; a very powerful mantra

India chants NAMO NAMO. A very powerful mantra attracted a billion people. Also, this mantra pushed some people to a terrified state. Narendra Modi, the present prime minister of the Indian subcontinent attracted many people because of his capacity of being leader and his good works in Gujarat. He has introduced some significant steps which gave him a very good start.  We can’t judge him with his start. He has experienced some poverty on his olden days. So, he knows the pain of the poor.  In movies when a poor comes to a position, he will be brainwashed by some bad people. But in reality, we don’t know what will happen. But I think, he will be the best prime minister ever. He is brave enough to fight the oppressors.  But he will be the best compared to the accidental prime minister and others.

the man and his great boxer

I saw a man with his great boxer. He trained his boxer very well. The boxer was looking good, very good. The man was in his 50s with a grey moustache and beard. He was dressed in a navy blue t shirt with grey horizontal stripes on it. His pant was in a grey color which was a normal fit. The boxer was 19-20 years old. But still he looked like 5-10 years old.  When I crossed the man and his boxer, I was wondered and stared at the boxer. Actually I was travelling with my father. The reason for my wonder is the boxer bike was looking very tidy and young compared to our bike. The boxer CD110 was a very old model and we had a new hero motocorp (2014 model) .  And the boxer is an outdated model. So there is no chance of buying one. It had a weak break system which I noted when he paused at the signal. Obviously he has not been for a service. But still he was looking very young. I was so jealous on the man and his boxer. It was very good looking compared to our new bike. What maintenance!!!

my english and womenly nature of men

It is well known that, English is an unstable language. I am also unstable in English. I have a very poor English .I thought I have a good English till the day when my brother started to correct me. He wanted to say me some corrections about my blog. But I distracted him like a mad maid .i just wanted to win the argument with him. He was tensed .Loads and loads of anger. Then he called me through phone. He was speaking in a very low tone. It was not as usual. He said I should only try to gain my goal (goal of comment for my page). Not any other thing. I felt like accused surrounded by millions of cops. He gave a bunch of advice. But still my mind was so adamant. It said me(at that moment) I still have a very good in English. Then my worst part of life started. He started to take me English tuition. I don’t even go to tuition for core subjects. He gave me a lecture through Facebook. Thereafter he taught me articles, tags and many other things which I don’t even listen in my school. Yes, I took English class as a leisure one. But I got a lot for that through a social site. That moment I cursed Zuckerberg for his rubbish site. Thereafter my brain came to a settlement.” I don’t know English”. Yes I don’t know anything. Then I went ahead to the tuition. He was so strict. He didn’t allow me even to type. Again I cursed Zuckerberg for his knowledge of designing Facebook to indicate whether the persons are typing. He said “wait” don (don’t {said by him}) type. Then I think I developed a bit (I feel). He wants me to be an empty cup. But I distracted him with stupid proverbs. Then we got settled. The tuition lasted an hour. Then I quit with a fear. I feared whether he took anything wrong on my quitting proposal of bye. I asked about the angriness. He said he wasn’t with a smiling meep (a sort of smiley). Then I quit. He wants me to speak good English. I should have not distracted him. Like a messing maid.

amazinggg!!!!

This is really amazing.I got my first like in facebook from the person who said to open a blog.Ofcores still I
am kiddish.But still i couldn't control my crazy kid sense .I hope it will take sometime for me to rest out of this kid sense.

my first view

This blog is an idea of my brother.He suggested this idea to share my views as I had no interests.At the first second when I thought about blogs,it was just sucking.But with the same sucking sense I just started my own blog within half an hour.And hours later i recognized that this wont be sucking anymore. 

this one is my first

Hi, this is raghavan .I am just a student of  a higher secondary school.This blog is just to share my experience, a combination of joy and sorrow.If you think this blog as kiddish one or a messing disranged one please just dont stop to visit mine but still mail me with some tips which will help me to devolpe.And hope u will help me.