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It was midnight 2 O\u2019clock. A cab was waiting outside our hostel gate to pick me up. As I got down the stairs as slowly as I could lest I would get caught, a series of memories flashed before me. I recollected the day I entered into the college premises, high of spirit and with the zeal to crack the JEE. My mom praising me, encouraging and motivating me to fulfill my dream. My relatives, my friends and even my school Principal whom I always feared, talking of the future they assume to have already seen and believing that it was supposed to happen. Then a phone call from my cab driver brought me back to this world. I was suddenly alerted. I checked my bag and belongings, I read the letter that I wrote the previous night, for my fellow roommates and the whole college, opened the door and left. While I was in the car, I went back into my thoughts. I was loved, cared and respected by every single person in the college. The first few weeks appeared to be a bliss. My constant top scores, the fun that I had with my friends, the silly jokes and last but not the least, the belief that \u2018I can do\u2019 and \u2018I will do\u2019. When I recollected all this, even then, at that moment, I doubted whether I was doing the right thing. But the very next moment, the discrimination that I had been facing since past one month, the rude words of our Principal, the insult, the fault accusation made by my friends on me, the treatment that I face in my college at present, all flashed before me. I then made firm decision that whatever I was doing was absolutely right. There is no space for second thoughts. By the time I came out of my thoughts, I was in train that was supposed to take me to everyone\u2019s dream city \u2018Mumbai\u2019. I was planning to begin a business. I contacted my senior at school the other day who runs a boutique. I wanted to work with her and simultaneously pursue a fashion designing course. My low scores in week tests at college in the second year, the constant humiliation from our Principal, the insulting and sarcastic looks of my so-called friends, have made me realise that I do not have the capability to get into the IIT\u2019s or NIT\u2019s to pursue engineering. And as I have no interest in doing engineering in other universities or colleges other than these, I now move on to my other field of interest, Fashion designing, and wish to excel atleast in this field. The most disappointing thing is that even my mom feels that I do not have the capability to achieve a seat in the IIT\u2019s. I want to show her that I may not be that good at maths and science, but I am surely good at fashion designing.\nI reached Mumbai, I met my friend and we enjoyed the whole day. We were supposed to begin our work from next day. As the night came, I could feel my heart becoming heavier and heavier. I was unable to sleep. Tears rolled down my eyes. I controlled myself and prayed to God. The next day, we got ready and were about to leave for the boutique. Just then a maiden came and fell on my friend\u2019s feet and began crying. She said this way -\nAmma, my son is missing. He left a letter stating that he would return home only after becoming a great businessman. It would take five years, ten years or more. But until then we should not think of him, miss him, or try to contact him. Amma, I cannot live without him. I don\u2019t mind if he does not get good marks are get a good job. But I want him. Please, amma do something and find him. I cannot live without him.\nShe wept for about half an hour. Seeing her weeping, I could not control myself and cried to my heart\u2019s content. I wondered if my mother would also be crying the same way reading the letter I had left in the hostel. . I longed to go back. Just then, a newspaper boy threw a newspaper into the house. I could see someone\u2019s photo in the front page posted by some college. I took it to see. I was shocked to see that it was not anyone else\u2019s but mine. I had topped the state in intermediate first year. I was such a fool to not realize that we were to get our intermediate results the previous day. I did not even bother to check my results the previous day. That photo instilled new confidence in me. I felt that may be if I strongly wish and aspire to do something I will achieve it. The society may speak whatever they want. But I should know my capabilities. When I believe that I can do, I mean it. So with the same spirit, I went back to Hyderabad and apologized everyone.\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569147037235},{"id":1569147880997,"type":"img","data":"5d874be911995"}]
\"PERSONECO\" Reflects a Person and is called as 'PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT' or 'SELF EVOLUTION' in Esperanto language. Personality is what makes a person unique. Personality development helps to develop an identity and leave a long lasting impression on others. The development of personality starts from the day a child is born. The earlier you start building your personality the better. By Following the FIT INDIA MOVEMENT launched by our beloved PM Narendra Modi, St.Ann's Degree and PG college has conducted many sessions. PERSONECO was one of the amazing session among them. It was conducted by Mr.Bhaskar, an Ex-HR and Administrator for many companies, who dedicated his life to NUTRITION Field since past 20 years. He Untangled us clearly how the PERSONECO began before the ages. He demonstrated a flourishing sloka of Bhagavad Gita : \"vyavasayatmika buddhir\n ekeha kuru-nandana\n bahu-sakha hy anantas ca\n buddhayo 'vyavasayinam\". TRANSLATION\nThose who are on this path are resolute in purpose, and their aim is one. O beloved child of the Kuru's, the intelligence of those who are irresolute is many-branched. He Demonstrated how Personality development includes Our physical, mental, social, emotional and spiritual development. One can evolve their psyche and goal with SMART Work i.e., Specific - Measurable - Achievable - Realistic and Time bound Work. To Tag along with the SMART Work as reach a GOAL, one should have all these features : Positive Thinking, Anger Management, Time Management, Self- Confidence, Stress and Fear Control, Communication and Questioning skills, Goal setting, Decision Making and so on. GOAL is generally differentiated into 3 types, They are 1)Short term goal 2)Medium term goal 3)Long term goal. But remember one thing, you should Never Divert Your Goal. Be You and Love Yourself, Be Strong and Confident, Be Happy, Then You Will Be Successful.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569115250651}]
Punishment in Kindergarten\" is a little autobiographical poem by the famous Indo-Anglian poet Kamala Das. She recalls one of her childhood experiences. When she was in the kindergarten, one day the children were taken for a picnic. All the children except her were playing and making merry. But she alone kept away from the company of the children. Their teacher, a blue-frocked woman, scolded her saying.\n\n \"Why don't you join the others, what\n\n A peculiar child you are!\"\n\n This heard, all the other children who were sipping sugar cane turned and laughed. The child felt it very much. She became sad at the words of the teacher. But the laughter by the children made her sadder. She thought that they should have consoled her rather than laughing and insulting her. Filled with sorrow and shame she did her face in a hedge and wept. This was indeed a painful experience to a little child in the nursery school.\n\n Now after many years she has grown into an adult. She has only a faint memory of the blue-frocked woman and the laughing faces of the children. Now she has learned to have an 'adult peace' and happiness in her present state as a grown-up person. Now there is no need for her to be perturbed about that bitter kindergarten experience. With her long experience in life she has learned that life is a mixture of joy and sorrow. She remembers how she has experienced both the joy and sorrow of life. The long passage of time has taught her many things. She is no more a lonely individual as she used to feel when she was a child. The poet comes to a conclusion that there is no need for her to remember that picnic day, when she hid her face in the hedge, watching the steel-white sun, that was standing lonely in the sky.\n\n The poem is written in three stanzas, each having different number of lines \u2013 the first with seven lines, the second with six and the third with nine. The poem does not follow any regular rhyme scheme. The subject matter of the poem has two parts, the first of which being the description of the painful experience of the kindergarten days and the second, the adult's attitude to the incident at present when she is no more a child.\n\n The poet seems to be nostalgic about her childhood days. There are certain expressions in the poem that are worth remembering. The poet says that the child buried its face in the hedge and \"smelt the flowers and the pain\". \"Smelt the flowers can be taken as an ordinary expression, but \"smelt the pain\" is something very evocative and expressive. In the first stanza of the poem, the poet describes the pain caused to the child, \"throwing words like pots and pans\". This again is beautiful. The phrase used by the poet to describe the child's teacher, namely, \"blue-frocked woman\" can be justified from the child's point of view. But to the poet who is an adult the use of the phrase looks a little too awkward. On the whole, the poem can be taken as the poet's interest in remembering her childhood days.\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569134118980}]
What would you do if the country you were born in, or the country you\u2019ve lived in for decades, suddenly announced you had to prove your citizenship or else face detention and expulsion? <\/p>
This is the situation nearly 2 million people \u2014 most of them Muslims, some of them Hindus of Bengali origin \u2014 now find themselves in this condition, because their names do not appear on India\u2019s National Register of Citizens (NRC). <\/p>
This citizenship list, published on 31 August 2019, is part of the government\u2019s effort to identify and weed out the illegal immigrants in the northeastern state of Assam. India says many Muslims whose families originally came from neighboring Bangladesh are not rightful citizens, even though they\u2019ve lived in Assam for decades.<\/p>
If a person is living in Assam and his name does not appear on the NRC, the burden of proof is on him to prove that he is a citizen of India. The obvious move would be to dig out his birth certificate or land deed, but many rural residents don\u2019t have paperwork. Even among those who do, many can\u2019t read it; a quarter of the population in Assam state is illiterate. <\/p>
The victims have a chance to appeal to a Foreigners\u2019 Tribunal(a board\/committee that settles the disputes of the people who are claimed to be foreigners in India ), but if the tribunal doesn\u2019t accept their statement of citizenship, they can appeal to the High Court of Assam or even the Supreme Court. But if all that fails, they may be sent to one of the 10 mass detention camps that the government planing to build, complete with boundary walls and watchtowers.<\/p>
Also, there were many errors in the list of NRC. Like, a father\u2019s name being present in the list, but his son\u2019s name is missing. This error just mean that; the father is a native Indian but his son is an immigrant from Bangladesh. What a non-sense! This type of flaws occurred in many areas in the list and it only resulted in the detention of hundreds of poor children.<\/p>
I would conclude that, these kind of huge projects \u2500 which decide the future of thousands of laymen, must be accomplished without any room for negligence that may exploit many native citizens. Only then, our India, a democratic country can be treated as a nation which doesn\u2019t violate the rules of democracy! <\/p>"}]
Let\u2019s start with a stock market definition, shall we? In a nutshell, the stock market is where investors can buy and sell securities, or investments, such as stocks, bonds, mutual funds, exchange-traded funds (ETFs) and cash equivalents like Treasury securities. Also known as a securities exchange, each market is subject to government regulation and has its own set of rules.\nThe stock market also creates and maintains what are called indexes. A securities market index indicates the performance of the stock market. How it works is that the index measures the average value of a collection of securities.\nSome of the major indexes are the Dow Jones Industrial Average (DJIA), the S&P 500 and the NASDAQ. When an index drops, it means the average value of all the stocks in the index is down from the previous business day. Conversely, when an index is on the rise, it means that the average value of all the stocks in the index is up from the prior day.\nThese securities are chosen as a sample that reflects how the market in general is behaving. But because these indexes include companies from a myriad of industries, they are seen as solid indicators how the U.S. economy is doing overall.\n <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569054914078},{"data":"
HOW DOES IT WORK? <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569055219969},{"data":"
You can think of a stock market as a safe and regulated auction house where buyers and sellers can negotiate prices and trade investments.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569055279968},{"data":"
You might\u2019ve watched scenes in movies or on TV shows where buyers and sellers are on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange fervently yelling \u201cbuy, buy, buy!\u201d or \u201csell, sell, sell!\u201d Whereas historically the stock market has been a physical marketplace, such as the New York Stock Exchange and the American Stock Exchange, these days securities are more commonly traded through a collection of trading platforms. Nearly all transactions these days are done digitally and not in person.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569055317718}]
'The proper function of man is to live, not to exist' - Jack London <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569071690148},{"data":"
Too often we go through life on autopilot, going through the motions and having each day pass like the one before it. That's fine and comfortable but not until you have gone through another year without having done anything or having really loved life. Or, when you have reached old age age and looked back on life with regrets. Honestly, none of that is fine. If you want to truly live life, to really experience it, to enjoy it to the fullest, instead of barely scraping by and only living a life of existence, you need to find ways to break free from the mold and drink from life. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569071877949},{"data":"
Wake up early and catch the sunrise, don't let yourself be shut indoors. Go out when it's raining, walk on the beach, swim in a freezing lake and bask in the sun, play sports or walk barefoot through grass, play close attention to nature, don't just eat your food, but really enjoy it, feel the texture and the bursts of flavours. We often live our lives too cautiously, worried about what might go wrong, try to find the things in life that excite you and go after them. Make your life an exciting adventure. Lastly, live your life like there's no tomorrow! <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1569072315196}]
I always loved writing about the things I loved or things which were so dear to me. I loved writing about those strong emotions I held in my heart. Sometimes, I also loved writing about the things I hated. One thing that I understood about myself is that I can't write about the things that don't interest or the things I am not connected to, emotionally. I was looking for more, more things to write about, more things to love. And there was this one thing that I loved the most but never considered nor thought of writing about. It was writing itself. This was the only thing that has always been there for me. I started writing to comfort myself and before I even realized I fell in love with it.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1569084323363","data":"
Writing is not really an activity like everybody else think it is. It's beyond that. It is a heart expression where you pour out your heart and make sure nobody figures out that the story is yours. It like putting a piece of your heart in everything you write. All the things I ever loved were like the pieces of my heart and writing has always been one of them. To me writing itself was a piece of my heart.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1569084323362","data":"
You can never really write about the things you never experienced. Trust me, I tried and it never works. It may be sadness, or happiness, or confusion, you need to experience those emotions in order to describe them in the best way possible. When you are writing them down, you are replaying every emotion over again. Every word you write holds a meaning which is not the same for you and others. Every word holds a hidden meaning, meaning which only you of all can understand. When you express your heart when you write, it expresses authenticity and beauty.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1569084323365","data":"
People say that- \" You become a writer when you get your heart broken.\" But it's not necessarily true. All the broken hearts didn't end up as writers. And all the writers didn't end up heartbroken. Besides, emotions are not limited to only heartbreaks and love. There are many different kinds of emotions and writing expresses them. They put beautiful words together to express their soul, their sadness, their joy in a way that the readers feel the same emotion. To make the reader feel the written emotions is every writer's dream. The most exquisite thing about writing and writers is that every writer has their own beautiful way of expressing. Each one of them is unique and authentic.<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1569084323367","data":"
People may not deserve your love but, there are few things you are very passionate about, and they completely deserve your love. For me, writing is one of them. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1569084323364","data":"
What is your passion? What made you fall in love? They say that when you are passionate about something you put your heart and soul into it to do your best. Your passion might not be writing, it can be anything. Find it and hold it close to your heart.<\/p>"}]
''THE ORIGINALS'' is not about who is real to your face, it's about who stays real behind your back.At some point in our lives, we have all encountered two faced-people. They are generally referred to as \u201cBack-stabbers\". Two-faced people are people who pretend to care about you, people who pretend to be your friend, but inwardly, they are filled with envy, jealousy, and hate towards you. They are deceitful, self-centered and insensitive. Two-faced people are also characterized by insecurity. They are manipulative and have no genuine friends, but possess a chameleon-like ability to fit in with others.One of the best ways to deal with two-faced people is to Not Let Them Affect You.\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s not your job to stop them from talking behind you, but it\u2019s your job not to let them affect you\". We can recognise them easily because Fake people have an image to maintain, but Real people just don\u2019t care.Sometimes it\u2019s not the people who change, it\u2019s the mask that falls off. Everyone\u2019s true colors show eventually.So Be Aware of them. Try not to stress over the shady people who betrayed you. I know it hurts, but the truth is that they were always shady, they\u2019re never going to change, and you\u2019re actually much better off now because at least you know who they really are - \"THE ORIGINALS\".<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1568986929115}]
The core point of project is save environment.<\/p>"}]
What am I broken? Shattered? Lost? Confused? Do questions matter for a heart of glass and mind of stone? Feels like tore and ripped into pieces both body and soul.........\n\n\nCrying\u00a0becomes the lowest thing to express out and it feels useless to what my soul is feeling right now....... Bound in this shell asks how long? How Long? How Long?.......................\n\n\n\n\nSeems like drowning deep into ocean miles down in the dark and cold dragged by the weights of stones and blocks down..........So deep and I am left out of air..........And lungs are not working anymore.........And dipping totally all into myself...........\nAll I see that end is so peaceful and lovely........\n\n\nWhen living is hurting and taste of it\u00a0is tasteless.........\nAnd doors seems to be not a way to home.......\nAnd air breathing is heavy.........\nAnd existence doesn't matter anymore........\nAnd when time and space are just dark infinity.........\nWhen ur screams are locked in a locker of memories inside brains.........\nLife need not be the way we wanted but it being non-destructive is enough but it won't stop........wont stop this........And I can't stop things coming again and again.........\n\n\nWhen seems like there is no tomorrow and present perfect is disturbing to be lived for........What should a soul do? What should I do?......\n\nI don't have the energy to get up and raise my arms to fight........Feels like dead........I'm already dead.....because there is nothing but just dark infinity and It doesn't have a sense of feelings........It is above the senses feeling all senses are long gone..... to even sense and understand..........\n\nWhat does world what? Reputation? Money? Luxury? Sex? More Sex?...........\nAnd what they don't want is Love? Forgiveness? Compassion? Friendship? Unity? Understanding? Humanity?..............\n\nIt is the new trend in human evolution I believe evolving so fast......... Ur life, not my life and my life not ur life.......\nUr feelings I don't care and my feelings why don't u\u00a0care?.............\nAsk a question and u are keeping a foot on my individual rights........\nI can do whatever I think and want........\nRight now the government is providing liquor and wine for me and my family......\nMy children are taking drugs.......\nAnd tomorrow we are planning to\u00a0go to march demanding for guns from government.....\nWhy? Nothing just self-security purposes.......\nSay I kill u for my pleasure and u take revenge for ur pleasure.....\n\nHome? What Home? Do u call this place Home?..........\n\nU build Luxury\u00a0Houses for making a shelter\u00a0to this body.........\nBut never thought of protecting your own soul of darkness and sorrow........\n\nU generate electricity to glow the night..........\nBut u made ur precious day life dark.........\n\nU have made furniture at home to relax ur body........\nBut made ur resting\u00a0body just as a patient about to pass out in a hospital.........\n\nU have build vehicles to move ur flesh from one place to other.......\nBut will u ever have moved ur heartfelt feelings forward or always was lost in dreaming of reputation and money?..............\n\nU made porn\u00a0films for your entertainment.........But ever found a soul mate and had found satisfaction............\n\nHumanity I ask u........U have had got everything u wanted......Didn't you?\n\nU made your own rules, Had money, Had Luxuries, Had build Reputation, Had power felt our world, Had a brain of intelligence and used ur creative and genius ideas in many aspects of making and prospering a society and cities of population........\nBut I ask U one thing.........\nDo anyone ever had ultimate satisfaction........\nSatisfaction of life........\nSatisfied after u achieved whatever u aimed for ?........\nIs there an end to your desires?....... Why come humanity started to judge a person who always has desires, aims, and passions as great personas and character built people........\nWhen the ultimate goal is to make this world of ur satisfactory for your own self..........\n\nAnd does satisfaction will be complete after getting what u aimed for?\nAre u sure that there won't be any comas or question marks?\nDoes the word \"LIFE\" has a \"full stop\" i.e \".\" .........\n\nSo until the end, u are just going to be running around searching for something and something more but never finding completeness.....\n\n\n \n\nWhat do u think love is?\nIs love is first time fall?\nIs love something u just fall for?\nLove is a strike of coincidence or what?\nFirst sight love? Truly love just happens at first sight?\nOr just by deciding that u will spend ur rest of your life with a stranger u have seen just a few minutes? And have immediate sex with that person? Done that's it right?.........There is a big need to question society........\nRight now there is a higher need to teach society and a better understanding of social human behavior is essential........\nAnd making changes even in the evolution of depth of human feelings is necessary with changing environments.........Because imbalances of needs of brain, body, and heart will cause trouble and lead to destruction.........\n\nOnly faith, compassion, forgiveness......and knowledge can save both inner world and external world.....Build strong characters and essence of oneness with everything and then one can reach the ultimate goal of satisfaction in life.......Live happily.......\nCherish every moment.....\nNever compare yourself with anyone, because they have different experiences in life as living.......\nBe fearless......\nBuild your self.......\nCheck ur inner self, keep it still and unwavering......\nLook around and feel blissful.....\nBe careless sometimes and not to worry much....because u care and worry about ur inner self more.....\nConnect to great inner self endlessly......\nGuide your own path with love......\nAnd guide others with selfless service.....\nMake others strong......\nBecause a strong society, strong thinking, wide knowledge, and heartful of peace......will only make u feel more satisfied.......<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1568997503734},{"data":"
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Every one will have troubles in their life but some or other time these troubles will become extremely high that even we decide to quit.I too faced such a situation in my life.Every thing was fine till my SSC.Every one expected that I would get a very good GPA in my SSC . Unfortunately my result was not upto their mark.Everyone started blaming me including my parents.I became totally sad.The time came when I have to choose my intermediate group.I was very much interested in BiPC but my parents forced me to take MPC.I know I was not so good at mathematics but there was no choice for me because I shattered their hopes with my SSC result.With a heavy heart I chose MPC the subject I hate most.Two years I was completely in a distress having struggled with maths.The day I still remembered when my intermediate board exam results came.This time my score was more worse than that of tenth.I could not hold back my tears back.They flooded from my eyes.After that my last and final hope was EAMCET.I studied hard and completed my exam.The results came and I secured an average rank.This time also my parents didn't satisfy with my result but I was self satisfied because only I know how hard I struggled with the subject in which I was weak.The only thing still today I feel is I couldn't make my parents happy but I promise them that I will not give up and try harder and harder until I make them happy.Finally my sincere advice is never give up and try hard.We will definitely success.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1568998161629}]
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