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.GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI, INVENTOR OF THE INDIAN MONSOON TIME SCALE I am the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale, proposed&designed by me in 1991 to study the Indian monsoon and its weather problems and natural calamities in advance and it was published by all world journals.But our India was not recognize me. Kindly find out my invention in any/all websites/searchengines by searching it's aforesaid name and recognize me as the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale by making references in your research papers. Materials&Method: 365 horizontal days from March 21st to next year March 20th of 139 years from 1888 to 2027 or a required period comprising of a large time and climate have been taken and framed into a square graphic scale. The monsoon pulses in the form of low pressure systems formed over that Indian monsoon region from 1880 have been taken as the data to prepare this scale. Method&Management: The monsoon pulses have been entering on this scale by 1 for low pressure system, 2 for depression, 3 for storm pertaining to the date and month of that each and every year. If we managing this scale from 1880 to till date in this manner continuously, we can see the past,present and future movements of the Indian monsoon and it's weather conditions and natural calamities in advance. Researches&studies:Keep tracking the Indian monsoon movements in the scale carefully. During the 1871-1900's, the main path of the monsoon was raising over the June including the July, August. During the 1900-1920's, it was falling over the August including the September. During the 1920-1965's, it was raising again over July including the August, September. During the 1965-2004's, it was falling over the September. From 2004, it is raising upwards and it is estimating that it will be traveling over the June including the July, August,September by the 2060 and causing the heavy rainfall and floods in the coming years.. Study&Discussion: Let's now study and analyze the information recorded on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale with the rainfall and other weather data available from 1871 to till date, During the period the period of 1871-2015, there were 19 major flood years:1874,1878,1892,1893,1894,1910,1916,1917,1933,1942,1947,1956,1959,1961,1970,1975,1983,1988,1994. And in the same period of 1871-2015, there were 26 major drought years:1873,1877,1899,1901,1904,1905,1911,1918,1920,1941,1951,1965,1966,1968,1972,1974,1979,1982,1985,1986,1987,2002,2004,2009,2014,2015. Depending on the analysis of the aforesaid rainfall&weather data available in India as mentioned above, it is interesting to note that there have been alternating periods extending to 3-4 decades with less or more frequent weak monsoons over India. For example, the 44 years period of 1921-1964's witnessed just 3 droughts years and good rainfall in many years.This is the reason that when looking at the monsoon time scale you may notice that during 1920-1965's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been raising over the July,August, September in the shape of concave direction and resulting good rainfall and floods in more years. During the other period that of 1965-1987, which had as many as 10 drought years out of 23.This is the reason that when looking at the Indian Monsoon Time Scale you may notice that during the period of 1965-2004's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been falling over the September in the shape of convex direction and causing low rainfall and droughts in many years. Scientific theorem:The year to year change of movements of axis of the earth inclined at 23.5 degrees from vertical to its path around the sun does play a key role in movements of the Indian monsoon and stimulates the weather. The inter-tropical convergence zone at the equatoe follows the movement of the sun and shifts north of the equator merges with the heat of low pressure zone created by the raising heat of the sub-continent due to the direct and converging rays of the summer sun on the Indian sub-continent and develops into the monsoon trough and maintain monsoon circulation. Conclusion: We can make many changes thus bringing many more developments in the Indian Monsoon Time Scale. GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI Email me: girlapati@aol.com WhatsApp me: 91 6305571833
TOOTHPASTE GYAAN aka Wisdom It is probably something which we consider to be very trivial. However, one of the first things we do, once we're out of bed in the morning, is to think of it, and even use it. Yes! It's the toothpaste tube. There are about 30 plus local and international brands available at the next door pharmacy store or supermarket. Whatever be your brand, the fact that one uses a toothpaste tube is significant now. Wondering why? Believe me- there's a great deal behind that soft-squeeze-tube! After I joined UTC, a seminary in Bangalore, India, my observations on how people used their toothpaste tube, changed to a reflection, and even grew into a critical analysis on, โwhy people use their toothpaste tube the way they do.' Probably, my findings could be articulated sufficiently to award myself a M.A (Master of Arts) with specialization in the area of what could be called as- โEthics of using a toothpaste tube,โ or โToothpaste Gyaan aka Wisdom.โ I have personally observed different methods or styles when it comes to getting out the white, red, blue, or multi-colored gel out of that tube. While many don't actually care to give this even a thought, some are wondering what all of this has to do with one's behavior or psychology. I have made many discoveries myself while observing how people use their toothpaste tube. However, I always wondered- โHow can I present my findings on . . . . . after all . . . . . a toothpaste tube? Who would recognize or appreciate it, let alone give it a patient hearing?' Will people not question- โCan anything good come out of a toothpaste tube?' How easily people repudiate the deep, intricate messages one has derived! I believe that it's not just the paste, but something more, that comes out of a toothpaste tube! Life and a toothpaste tube have parallels! You can get to know much about a person, noting the way he/she uses one's own toothpaste tube. I have drawn a few hypotheses, the authenticity of which (unlike those of newly-discovered drugs), need not be tried on laboratory rats or other beings. Researchers in clinical behavior are more convinced that you get to know more of a person through his/her sub-conscious, non-verbal behavior and acts. One popular Bollywood movie involved a scene where listeners of a radio show called the radio jockey to discuss their day-to-day stories and predicaments. The radio host would listen patiently to cases thrown on air and then come up with creative and witty solutions. One young lady had to decide whether the person she was about to meet at the restaurant should be her future life-partner or not. She was facing a dilemma as she had to make an important decision within a matter of 30 to 45 minutes. The radio host deftly handled the case and with much ease. All that he suggested was- โIf the man called the waiter by making sounds with his mouth or called out to the waiter saying โhey waiterโฆ' he was certainly not the person she should marry because the very fact that he treated someone who served food with disrespect or lack of warmth indicated that he had no place in his heart for human relationships and values and dignity of labor. The lady just followed the instructions aired out to her ditto, and by the time the order was placed by the man and he could turn back to her, she was gone. He had not called the waiter with respect. So, she quit. Strangeโฆyou may think! This analogy is an example to show how we are revealing ourselves everyday through small acts even though they do not involve any words, sounds or actions. These episodes are loaded with gigabytes of information enough to describe to the world who we really are. You could start your own fact-findings, all by yourself. If you are a good observer, it won't be long before you are a professional in studying people's not-much-noticed moments and handle situations effectively. The onus is not on catching people during their odd moments, but to process one's own ability of understanding colleagues, friends, relatives, and groups. Who knows? You may even earn a doctorate with what you have discovered. Never mind, if the world refuses to honor your innovations. Your understanding will certainly help improve relations with people in this world. More still, it facilitates self-refinement. So, dear friend, the next time you drag yourself to the wash basin for a brush, just give a brief pause. Observe yourself! Observe others too! Ask yourself- โWhat kind of a person am I?' Remember โ There's more than just pasteโฆwhich comes out of your toothpaste tube! Note: You may reach the author on utcsudhakarjoshua@gmail.com or +91 9886698818 (WhatsApp)
Prologue What a life it's been for a little girl named Dorothy. I belong to her, you see. I am her life, her blood, her center of all feeling, and her so-called "symbol of love". I exist in her, and so I am her. Besides me, I'm here to tell you the stories of her life, her ups and downs, and most importantly, how I was the thing that kept her going all the time. We'll start with her chubby years when she could only crawl on her knees and hands instead of walking on her two feet. As I said, she wasn't as slender as she is now, and spent most of her time eating, crying, and sleeping for 10 minutes at a time. These weren't her best years so let's start right in the middle, shall we? Chapter 1 The not darkest of times And so Dorothy was in Fort Worth, TX. Yes, yes, I know, I skipped over quite a bit, but I only have 5,000 characters to share a very interesting life with someone very eager to hear it! As I was saying, Dorothy went from the town of her birth (which should no means be called by any other name) to a much better place that she rather enjoyed compared to, let's just call it, Burth town. Here she could meet new friends, go to a school that would spark her love for writing, and reveal the many other interests she still has today. However, a year is a year, and an apartment is an apartment, and a snobby area is a snobby area, and they were gone. Off to a place called Mansfield TX, a place they hoped would show more diversity and character than the rich neighborhood of Tanglewood Fort Worth. That also concluded in negative ways, but before anything could be done about it, a virus, that has impacted everyone's lives all across the world occurred. They were stuck in Mansfield with nothing to do about it, so they stayed there for another year or so. Anyways, let me tell you about the "not darkest time" in Dorothy's life. The pandemic had hit, and everyone was worried, confused, and out of their minds practically. Not her family, though. Her dad, a tough 40 something-year-old polish man, and her mom, a strong and fun Irish woman, knew just how to handle the situation. This means that Dorothy didn't have that hard of a time not really being able to leave the house for a couple of months. And, considering that they were in Texas, the laws weren't as strict for things to remain closed, so they had no trouble going out for dinner and doing things of such sort. Yes, her family was impacted as well as every other family in the US, but Dorothy had things quite good at the time considering the other events that occurred throughout her life. She spent her time crafting, playing outside, and spending some time on online school. Occasionally, her school was back in person and she was able to see all of her friends again, but you know how the story goes. So she was not in Mansfield Texas anymore. She was on a five-day road trip through New Mexico, Arizona (including the grand canyon and petrified forest), and up through southern California. You guessed it, San Fransisco it was, and all is well so far for the little girl I've spent my time helping keep her warm and happy. It seems I have some room to tell you her previous stories in a short song, so how about I give it a go. Chapter 2 The Darkest of Times: As I mentioned in the chapter before this one, there was a place before Fort Worth Texas that I don't dare speak of. But life is a game of truth or dare so why not. The place is called Odessa Texas, which is nothing like how it might sound. It's a plethora of brown, stucco strip malls, run-down, graffitied buildings, true crime-like stories in the newspaper, and oil. The land was hot and dry, and any green plants there were obviously planted there by humans. It was covered in nothing but oil fields and was right in the heart of west texas, in between Mexico, New Mexico, and the rest of Texas. That should set the scene well enough for you, now I need to hurry on with her life before. Past her chubby stage, she was an alien, a boy, a dinosaur, a raccoon, and an outright wild card. She drew on everything she saw, flipped her nickname backward (to Tod), told everyone she knew she was from the moon and bit people ALOT. After that, she got a tiny bit less crazy but was still only in 1, 2, and 3rd grade, which means she still had an explanation to be wild. She was this way because of the situation she lived in. Poverty is what it was, no good food, no clothes that fit, no proper discipline, and many other things. She was abused in ways she shouldn't have been, but she has come so far, that's what really counts. No more dinners at 10 o'clock, no more boy clothes, no more sugar (and screen) addiction, and no more Burth Town. After all, how would I be here, writing what my heart tells me, and treating it like the utmost past? My story is one to remind you that the pleasures you can't see should be left to your heart to see and to always cherish life now because you never know what might be next for you.
This article is intended to serve as a warning to the readers of social engineering in the past, present, and future worldwide. The word social engineering in the Portuguese language is Engenharia Social while the translation is the practice of tricking a user. Social Engineering To explain it better is the use of centralized planning in an attempt to manage social change and regulate the future development and behaviours of a society. For example, it might seem just clever marketing that one of the longest-running and most popular reality television shows in the world is entitled "Big Brother." The show's nod to the novel invokes the kind of benevolent surveillance that "Big Brother" was meant to signify: "We are watching you and we will take care of you." But Big Brother, as a reality show, is also an experiment in controlling and modifying behaviour. By asking participants to put their private lives on display, shows such as "Big Brother" encourage self-scrutiny and behaving according to perceived social norms or roles that challenge those perceived norms. Social engineering in other words It is an effort to influence the attitude and social behaviours on a large scale in order to produce desired characteristics in a large population by making a reference in the Bible. The clearest example of social engineering in the word of God is the well-known creation myth of the Garden of Eden. Social engineer means acting in a way to make another person act as you wish, especially through deception or by exploiting another their weaknesses. 6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it. 7 Then the eyes of both of them were opened, and they realized they were naked; so they sewed fig leaves together and made coverings for themselves. The old serpent is playing off of human weaknesses; human beings always want more and always fear death. In short, humans want to be closer to the divine. The serpent promises Eve that there will be no ill consequences from eating the fruit that it is in her benefit. The snake is sating eve's fears: Eve fears death and the snake, unconcerned with the reality, simply says this is not true. This deception helps Eve to hear the next bit of the pitchโ-โthat this will make humans closer to God. This corruption plays on the human tendency to shareโ-โEve thinks eating the pomegranate or apple or whatever fruit is beneficialโ-โand gives it to Adam. But Adam and Eve eating the fruit directly disobey God's direction to not do so. So the snake is playing of the hopes and fears of humanity. It understands a bit of the nature of humanity and plays off that nature to accomplish a goal. That mirrors our likelihood to ignore what we have been told if we don't think it is congruent with what we think is is best. Nonetheless, even from this early myth of the Bible, it is clear that 'social engineering' has been prevalent across much of humanity, and the idea that we can force outcomes by exploiting knowledgeโ-โfor the better or worseโ-โencompasses a bit of how we interact with the world and with other people. What Orwell's '1984' tells us in a nutshell? Orwell wrote Nineteen Eighty-four as a warning after years of brooding on the twin menaces of Nazism and Stalinism. Its depiction of a state where daring to think differently is rewarded with torture, where people are monitored every second of the day, and where party propaganda trumps free speech and thought is a sobering reminder of the evils of unaccountable governments. In the year 1984, however, there was much self-congratulatory coverage in the U.S. that the dystopia of the novel had not been realized. But media studies scholar Mark Miller argued how the famous slogan from the book, "Big Brother Is Watching You" had been turned to "Big Brother is you, watching" television. In other words, Oceania is governed by the all-controlling Party, which has brainwashed the population into unthinking obedience to its leader, Big Brother. The Party has created a propagandistic language known as Newspeak, which is designed to limit free thought and promote the Party's doctrines. Its words include doublethink (belief in contradictory ideas simultaneously), which is reflected in the Party's slogans: "War is peace," "Freedom is slavery," and "Ignorance is a strength." The Party maintains control through the Thought Police and continual surveillance. The three most important aspects of 1984 The setting of 1984 is a dystopia: an imagined world that is far worse than our own, as opposed to a utopia, which is an ideal place or state. Other dystopian novels include Aldous Huxley's Brave New World, Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451, and Orwell's own Visit our blog : http://tiny.cc/o2bbgz for more information
Looking Forward to the Past A gripping and fast moving tale about the struggle of the common man to exist in a world gone mad at the hands of the new authoritarian state of the European Federation. Set in the green and pleasant pastures of Wales our hero and his young son are separated from his wife and herded into a containment camp created by the Federation to contain the people of the troublesome island called Britain. This is a story of pursuit, survival, wanton violence and love in a world controlled and manipulated by the corruption of political power. (Available from Amazon in paperback and ebook by Kindle). 4 Stars โ Fascinating story โ Graphic in places.
This is the Kuqa beacon tower. Not a penis...understand. It was build in the Han dynasty to protect both the Han empire and the travellers. I have a feeling that I may have been a soldier on that tower who was very protective in a past life. For the simple reason I have a cronic obessession with this tower and its landscape. I have always been protective of my family and friend and penpals. This tower reminds me of my new found self protectiveness on line. I am a weeding out the assholes just like the people on that tower just different country and era. I can imagine me be on top of this beacon tower trying to weed up friend from foe.
I first meet her when I was in elementary school. I don't remember what grade exactly. I just remember the day she moved into my neighborhood. I found out that she was two years younger than me and her brother was one-year younger. My parents wanted my siblings and I to go over and welcome them to the neighborhood. I didn't want to, but I did anyway. We walked down the street until we saw a big move in truck. We saw two kids standing in the drive way, and their parents were moving boxes. We walked put to the kids and introduced ourselves and said, โWelcome to the neighborhood.โ After a bit of small talk amongst kids, we all went home. That was all I could remember of that day. After that she and I became good friends. Her brother and my brother also became good friends. The rest of my elementary school life was us having fun playing together with other neighborhood kids. It was fun. When I started middle school, our friendship started to fade without us knowing. At the time, we didn't care. My middle school life was rather dull. I didn't have any friends, but I was okay with that. My grades weren't bad, and I didn't give anyone a hard time. I went through middle school as a shadow, and I was a content shadow. Then she showed up again. I was in eighth grade when she was in sixth grade. We talked a bit more than before, but defiantly not as much as we used to, and nothing more than small talk. Before I knew it, my third and final year of middle school was over, and it was time to head to high school. I started my freshman year of high school the same way I did with middle school. I did however make a few friends. My first semester went by quickly. Near the beginning of December, my mom was talking to her dad about volunteer hours we need to graduate. Her dad told my mom about her and her brothers volunteering and offered to take my brother and me. So, I started my volunteering with her. At first, we talked a little. But as time moved on, we started talking more. Before we knew it, two years passed. She became a freshman when I became a junior. She hung out with her group of friends, but always came to me to say hello. Sometime during my junior year, we got a lot closer. I would go to her house every weekend and I would spend the entire day there. Near the end of the year, she invited me to do a summer break work out camp which was held three times a week. I thought it would be fun, so I decided to participate. This led to us spending time together every day. On the days we didn't have camp, I would go to her house and watch movies all day. When my senior year started, we both started to sit with each other in the morning before school started. The first half of the year was just us talking and hanging out. In January we started going to kickboxing. This led to us hanging out even more. The next thing we knew, I was graduating and getting ready to go to college. The only thing that changed that summer was the fact that we went swimming occasionally. Summer passed to quickly. She is currently a junior in high school while I'm a freshman in college. I go to college two hours away from home. I miss being able to go over to her house whenever I wanted. I miss going to kickboxing with her. I miss going to the pool with her. I miss our playful arguments. I miss her. Every time I go home for break, I know I will end up spending most of my break with her. I know that we will be watching movies or going to the pool. We might decide to go on a walk or go to kickboxing. I know that we will never change. She made my life a lot better, and I don't think she realizes how much. Before, I was just passing the time. Feeling like life was boring, and that there was nothing I could do to change it, so I just accepted it. Now I'm passing time with someone else, someone who makes my life a lot less boring. That probably sounds really weird, but that's who we are. We also joke about how we didn't actually become friends until around the beginning of my junior year. To be honest, neither of us knows when we started hanging out. I kind of just happened. She went from being a neighbor I didn't want to meet, to Jess, my best friend (which I feel is putting it lightly). Some people look at us and say we are like sisters. I agree. She is more of a sister to me than my own blood related sister. I know that she and I will always be friends. We will always have movie days. We will always go to the pool. We will always joke about how we met. And most of all, we will never let our friendship slip away from us again. When I look back, I regret not caring more about our friendship. I now know better than to let a good friend slip away. I'm looking forward to making ever lasting friendships, although I know no one will ever replace Jess.
Do you remember your first love? Were you filled with butterflies in your stomach? Did you blush around them, or stammer when trying to speak to them? Did you dream of a life with them, getting married and having children together? Many of us often remember our first lovers or crushes. Some may regret being with them, some miss that experience with them, and some never got to be with them. Now that last part might not seem important. However, consider this: How many times has it happened? Most of you might say, "Well, only a few times. I didn't have that many crushes growing up." That's perfectly normal. Some people fall easier than others.Yet, can you imagine what it must be like if you had so many crushes that you can barely remember them all? About 110. I have had 110 crushes, some of them on the same person multiple times. That's just a quick estimate. It might have been more, maybe slightly less, but can you guess how many of them liked me back? Only about 15--despite dating 16 people, one had fallen for me but I only wished to give them a chance because of our beloved friendship--had fallen for me as well. Do you know how many were loyal to me until the very end, and vice versa? Only three. Tony: boy #1. Cause of breakup? Died tragically in a hospital at 3 in the morning during late August two weeks after we started dating. He was shot attempting to save a man being robbed, received surgery, and his body rejected the transplant causing him to die. I was only around 11 or 12 at the time. Bryan: boy #2. Cause of breakup? We slowly drifted apart after nearly a year of being together. I don't know what went wrong, but we just stopped talking. We mutually agreed it was for the best if we saw other people. Finally, boy #3: Dani. My current partner. We had dated once before, back in my freshman year and his sophomore year. It was less than ideal and I left after almost a month. We continued to be friends after that. Then, late into my sophomore year after a traumatic event, something had sparked again. I'm not sure how or why, nor do I know now, but in early spring I started to develop feelings for him again. I had held it off for a good few months believing it was just a fluke. I told myself, "There's no way. He's just being nice, that's all. It'll go away eventually like it always does." Yet, the feelings never left. They grew and grew until I started to see signs that I had been trapped with possibly unrequited love for him. I remember how rumors began to spread, and he had admitted to them, that he had his eyes on a particular girl in our friend group. Shamefully I admit that I was outraged by this. It had happened so many times before, and I was a fool to continue to love those people for prolonged periods of time. Like my childhood friend, and a girl we both knew from another school on the campus grounds. I didn't want to be hurt again. So I continued to push those feelings away. They didn't stop. They pushed back, and I was forced to feel this way for so long. Then I had made a decision: sink or swim. He either loved me back or he didn't. I had yet taken another unsure dive into an unfamiliar lake in which I had drowned in many times before. I wrote him a small note at first, telling him my feelings in French. He returned to me and asked me why. I could not give a proper response. We left it off at that. A day or so later I gave him a longer note explaining in full detail what I meant by those small words. He took it, read it, and said not a word to me afterwards. I had believed myself to be rejected, and like many times before I was heartbroken. "What else did you expect?" I told myself that evening. "Of course he doesn't want you back, idiot! Why even bother?" I had prepared myself to be content with the loneliness I felt that day. That was why I was taken by surprise when he acted unusual the very next day. It's hard for me to recall everything that day as I write this, but I do remember one thing: that kiss we shared spoke more to me than words can ever manage. Now we are content and happy with one another, lasting a total of about 6 months, but that fear I felt back then still lingers in my mind. The fear of now losing him like the others. The fear that something will come between us, something neither of us can control or stop, and I'll be alone again. My mind works strangely in these situations. While I am outwardly happy with my life now on the exterior, my mind races with endless possibilities all ending with me being left forgotten and abandoned. I suppose that is my reason for not wanting to fall. All the failures pile up until it's too much for me to bear any longer, and they begin to haunt me day in and day out. My only hope is that this time is different, and I can finally share my love with someone properly again.