In the vast expanse where stories begin, Amidst the chaos and the din, A journey unfolds, both daunting and grand, Of finding your way in this vast, sprawling land. There once was a soul, lost and adrift, In the labyrinth of life, caught in its drift. With eyes that mirrored the starlit sky, Yet within, a storm brewed, ready to defy. He wandered aimlessly, through streets unknown, His heart heavy, his spirit overthrown. In the heart of the city, where dreams take flight, He sought refuge from the endless night. Every step he took echoed a silent plea, To find his place, his sanctuary, to be free. But the city's noise drowned out his cry, As he gazed upon the endless sky. The stars above, distant and cold, Seemed to mock his struggles, untold. Yet amidst the chaos, a whisper faint, Guided him forward, through fear and constraint. Through bustling crowds and empty streets, He walked, his journey bittersweet. For every smile, every tear he shed, Led him closer to the path ahead. In the depths of despair, he found a spark, A glimmer of hope in the endless dark. With each dawn, a promise anew, That his dreams, his desires, would come true. But the road ahead was fraught with strife, Filled with trials that tested his very life. Yet he pressed on, his spirit unbroken, With faith as his guide, his words unspoken. Through storms that raged and winds that howled, He weathered the tempest, his resolve unbowed. For in the heart of adversity's snare, He found the strength to rise and dare. And so he journeyed, through valleys deep, Where shadows danced and secrets keep. He scaled the mountains, he crossed the seas, In search of a truth that would set him free. With every step, he grew stronger still, As he embraced the power of his own will. For in the crucible of pain and strife, He discovered the essence of his own life. Through laughter and tears, he learned to see, The beauty of his own humanity. For in the depths of his darkest night, He found the courage to embrace the light. And as he reached the end of his quest, He realized that he was truly blessed. For in finding his way in the big world, He had discovered the essence of his own unfurled. In the vast expanse where stories cease, He found his home, his lasting peace. For in the journey, he had come to find, That the truest home lies within, forever kind. The world may be vast, the journey long, But within us, we carry a song. A melody of hope, of love, of grace, Guiding us forward, to find our place. So when the night seems dark and cold, And the journey ahead seems bold, Remember the soul who dared to roam, And found his way, to a place called home. © Akhmedova Zakhro

3 years ago, there was no sign of my current situation... I was in the 6th grade, and one day my mother told me that "Presidential schools are opening in all regions of Uzbekistan." But I didn't even pay attention to what my mother said, because after hearing her description of the school, I thought that for me it was a dream as far away as the Earth is from the Sun. I was only thinking of having fun with girls. As for my studies, I was good at mathematics because I studied at a specialized school, and I used to participate in Olympiads. But I didn't have a specific goal. I didn't even think a little bit about why I should study and what kind of profession I would get. I lived only for today and did not think about my future at all. Seeing my situation, my mum started to force me to study and taught me English, because she is an English teacher, and she took me to mathematics course. But I still didn't give up having fun, I had no desire to study at all. So I spent another year without studying... For the first time, "Presidential schools" were opened in a total of 4 regions. One day I saw a video on YouTube about the conditions there, and I really wanted to study there. I set a goal for myself and started studying for the first time. I looked around… I saw my peers already making their moves to get in there, and I started studying too, even though it was late. I completed the tasks given in the class on time, in fact, I can't say that I studied very hard. But I knew that my mother believed in me very much and wanted me to study there more than myself. So, 2 years have passed... As the days of the exams approached, my fear increased... All my relatives and friends were also waiting for my results, and I was even more excited when I thought about it. And that day came. My mother took me to the exam herself, and before going in, she said something that I still can't forget: "We believe in you, Durdona, you will definitely do it." Some kind of light came into me and I worked out the first round of exams. More than 1,000 students applied for admission to the school, and only 24 were selected. In the first round, 480 students were passed, and I was among them... I felt that the next exam would be stronger than this one. August 16, 2021. All the students, confident in their knowledge, came to the 2nd stage exams. This time also, my mother gave me motivation before entering the exam. Using all my knowledge, I solved the test, and when I came out, my mother asked "How was the exam?" and I said, "I will get more than 80 points". My mother used to say a lot that an educated people can predict how many points they will get if they take a test (by the way I got 81.1 out of 100). I was eagerly waiting for the announcement of the results. Finally, that day came. It was past 8 o'clock in the evening, and I was watching a video on YouTube, and I saw the message "results are out" on Telegram, and as soon as I saw it, my heart was filled with excitement and I began to tremble. My mother was also in front of me, but I went in without telling her and I saw that my ID was in the 3rd place😍... I didn't even realize how I shouted. At first, my mother was incredulous and asked again and again, "Is that really your ID?" and suddenly I started to cry, not tears of pain, but tears of happiness. I cried because I was happy to hear that I passed the exam that I had spent 2 years preparing for. After 2 months, I started studying at my new school. It was very difficult at first because my school was far from where I lived and I only went home once a week, which was very difficult for a little girl who had never been away from home. For the first time in my life, I spoke with foreign people. When I entered this school, I saw that there are many students who are stronger than me, and I realized that I should study harder. Before passing the exam, a lot of people believed in me, but now it seems to be 10 times more, because this school is different from other schools and there are only 14 of them in the whole Republic. What I learned from this experience in my life is that “nothing is impossible”, even if it is farther from you than the distance from the Earth to the Sun! Just believe that you can do it!

Be kind to yourself. What you may see as a flaw is what others admire as your strength.

How would life be without you? I struggle to imagine What would i do Without you guiding my footsteps Life is filled with ups and downs, but you have gotten me through them Roads with broken lanes, but you have helped me climb all the hurdles My past was pitiful I didn't have a direction nor did i have a plan but you came along and led me through the darkness Doubts resurface at times because i haven't seen you, but i know you're here with me Your wonders and glory are beyond what man can comprehend and see So marvelous, so true I cried unto you, and you answered my cry You turned my frown upside down and gave me a million reasons to be thankful I open my eyes I'm in awe of your love and compassion towards us I can't thank you enough, but i'll keep on thanking you I may not be able to express my thoughts very loud and clear, but i express it in the way i know to show my appreciation Father , i love you Always and forever. This is actually a poem i wrote for quite some time, but i was waiting for the right moment to post it. It talks about our Faith in Our Lord Jesus christ and generally of the journey of Christian faith. At times we as christians doubt, and that's human, but Jesus hasn't given us any reason to doubt us, as He shows it from His actions. He loves us with all our imperfections and flaws. I have gone through my fair share of never feeling good enough and like i was too damaged to even acknowledge God, but God doesn't see us as broken. He sees us as His children. As a christian, doubts comes but the only way we can overcome them is to pray. Jesus died for us, and there's no doubt about that. No matter how imperfect we think we are, He assures us that we are perfect and we are His children and that he'll always be there, in both good and bad times. This reflects genuine love and i'm happy that i can call Him my father. Follow christ and you'll genuinely experience the true meaning of happiness and the future Jesus has planned just for you, his child and remember, Jesus loves you.

Choose to be whimsical! Treasure the things that make you smile. Your first time painting? Frame it. You don't even have to be good at it. You like collecting things? Be obsessed. Sometimes things can be valuable simply because you find them beautiful. They can be useless and breathtaking at the same time. -Jenifer

There are a lot of contests for youths that are constituted by our President.Among them,the competition called "Young Reader" has become a sample of my vibrant memories.In fact,in 2022 for the first time I got to participate in the republican stage of this contest. I was left in 4th in the regional stage because of the lack of my experience.After this catastrophic lose of hope for winning,my craving for the reward has died.You may ask,who was the impetus for my constancy of attempts,then I would answer "that's my mom and my dad,they were the motivation themselves" I used to be just televiewer of this contest only, while the winners were gathered in front of the main stage I used to hear my mums words "when I will be able to see my daughter in the group of these intelligent young people?Will I see my daughter holding the main reward,waving the key of an automobile?"As I am a pupil of the russian school,where all the subjects are taught in Russian,I was strictly against to my participation in this contest as if  the sky was going to fall down to the ground. But my mother's request taught me not to lose myself, our national values, literature,not to forget my mother tongue. The terms of the competition were much more difficult, I hesitated too much when i was speaking in public for preparation of the contest. It was too challenging me. How many sleepless nights,cartoonless and phoneless days have I experienced...When I prioritized my perfect participation I dreamed a lot about: discussing difficult topics with the most quick-witted readers from the different parts of my country, creating a group on a Telegram Messenger, and building a brief conversation with them.The most interesting part was the  poetry challenge. I was in 4th in terms of the participants. Until this round I skimmed the whole book that was being presented to first participants.I felt that I should read this book as much as I can in order to answer to the questions of judges,but anyway the feeling of low memory-esteem left no way for me.I clearly remember that the participant  called Shahriyor asked me to lend the book. I felt the powerful fire inside. Soon realized that that's called jealousy.Somehow more powerful river ran and engulfed the flame, and gave back my sense of humanity to myself. Then I gave the book to Shahriyor. I began to turn the book "Little star" of Abdulla Oripov over and over until i was called to the main stage ...Just a minute before leaving the waiting room suddenly I came across the short poem.It was about a pen. I read it just once. On the stage I was required to choose any random number on the screen with random poems behind. This is unbelievable but... overriskingly,I chose the number 13 against the beliefs that it's an unlucky number.The 4 lines of the poem behind the number were the ones that I read 5 minutes ago!!!I was amazed!!!For the whole preparation year for this contest I read this poem only once,and plus once,there,in waiting room.I was confident in describing this poem to judges,as ideas were fresh in my mind.Fortunately,I got the highest score in this part of the challenges.While leaving the stage I was completely convinced that Allah is seeing all my efforts and will not leave them without reward.But at first,I speculate,I was examined in terms of humanity.When I agreed to lend that book,i passed the exam. I could control my jealousy and put the tolerance and humanity as my priorities.From that moment,I started to take actions accepting them as if they are exams that Allah is giving.What if I had not lent the book?!I would not achieve the highest score and stage overall.Thank God,I am receiving the fruits of my hard efforts.Shortly,that competition taught me a life lesson.

The nightingale watched him like a hawk. The flautist took out his flute, and looking up at the nightingale, he said, “I shall play a tune to match the moonshine for you. You can sing along if you want.” The soothing sounds of the flute reached the far corners of the land. The nightingale became a shadow for it couldn't match the melodious composition of the song on the flute, a love song that awoke the night from its slumber. Please watch the short video of The Nightingale & The Flautist, taken from The Goddess of the Himavan, best-selling ancient & classical literature on Amazon. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arpFUl7fJRU&t=57s Thank you for watching. Please subscribe, like, and share the video. Happy New Year, 2023 everyone.

Today, a dangerous ghost is roaming around the world. Even when he wanders, with his invisible hand, he is in the act of putting dust on the sweet souls of people. Not only the health of people, but also the global economy is deteriorating. Prosperity and development are full of noise day and night are quietly emptying one after another. These are the world and the unexpected scenes of the COVID-19 pandemic. For the first time in its history, humanity is faced with a serious threat that threatens not only its well-being and normal way of life, but also the lives of billions of people on the planet. This danger shook and confused the whole world. Even the First and Second World Wars didn't reach such a scale and didn't cover so many countries. The coronavirus pandemic... Unfortunately, this disaster is happening in today's era of development of civilization, globalization and transparency of borders, speed of actions. And because of this, it became clear that no country, even if it has strong progress and development, cannot guarantee the prevention of the spread of this infection in its territory. At a time when he whole world is welcoming the new year 2020 with good intentions, it is a matter of concern that no one looked at some of the news coming from China, thinking that it is "far from us". But soon this virus spread to different parts of the world. People were cut off from the world a certain period of time. It was also dangerous to go out of the house in order not to catch the disease. People could not see each other even in the family they had to keep a distance. This disease took people away from the world prematurely... Even in the last moments, they left the without being able to see their loved ones. The disease affected everyone, young and old, big and small. That's when we realized the value of our every breath. I remember, I was watching the 2020 pandemic rapidly entering the countries through social networks and I was worried inside. But I doubted that it would come in because of the good precautions in our country. At that time I was 17 years old. I was preparing to enter a higher education institution as an applicant. In March of that year, when I was returning home from extra classes, I read the news that the COVID-19 pandemic had entered to our country. Immediately, all the Uzbek people panicked after hearing this unpleasant news. From that day on, some "doors were closed" for us: shopping complexes, educational institutions, household service centers... In short, some places necessary for the society were forced to stop their activities. Many residents lost their jobs, and as a result, the source of income for families was also damaged. Hospitals were filled with patients infected with their virus. The threat of the coronavirus has not stopped anyone. It also affected the activities of applicants like me who are preparing for admission. Educational centers stopped working, everyone prepared by staying at home for their health. I also studied independently by myself. I wouldn't be wrong if I say that quarantine has been a period of constant study for me. As I could say, there was a big battle between my feelings and my prospects. I would have a wise, intelligent and experienced literature teacher. She is the reason for my interest in this field. Even during the quarantine, she conducted remote classes and did not stop training me. When the entrance exams were postponed to September, I still remember how I go to her to get advice and prayers before the exams. I passed the exam on September 10. We all eagerly awaited the results. In the meantime, I heard that my teacher was infected with the coronavirus. Her situation was difficult, but she did not lose heart. After 2 weeks, I got the results I expected, "I became a student on the basis of a grant!" At that time, no one was happier than me. I wanted to convey this good news to my teacher. But, unfortunately, my teacher died due to illness. On the one hand, I felt joy, and on the other hand, I felt sadness. I will never forget those days. The coronavirus has taken away our loved ones. It has been 3 years and the poisonous wind of the coronavirus is still blowing. The pandemic period taught us to be patient, take care of ourselves and those around us, and pay attention to health.

A Story of Greed Unfolding in Every Home.

Home. A meaningful, strong word. ‘Home' is where your heart belongs to, not where you have to live. Your ‘home' is what makes you you. Everybody can describe ‘home' in many different ways. Friends, family, a spesific place or just… home. Sometimes, your ‘home' becomes less home-like and you even might have to lose ‘it'. Not everybody can handle losing their ‘home' but you have to do it, if you are the only right one here. Sometimes, our ‘homes' can't stay ours forever. Sometimes, we need to move out. Sometimes, we just have to start over. Well, that is the hard part isn't it? But your ‘home' may have a good past. Moving in. The first impession of your ‘home' would always be facinating, even if ‘it' is not that good in real life. Because you want to see ‘it' this way. You want ‘it' to be perfect because you know that you deserve the best. You love your ‘home', you attach to ‘it' and you would think that you will stay in ‘there' forever. But here is the worst part, realizing that your ‘home' is not as good as you think. Getting sick. When you realize that your ‘home' is not good, you would get sick of everything your ‘home' has. Especially, the existince of your ‘home' would make you sick. You realize that you don't want to live in ‘there', in this way. So you start to look for some solutions. Nobody can accept that their ‘home' is not good for them, so they would immediately blame themselves or the others for making their ‘home' less good in their eyes. They would never think that ‘it' is not their real ‘home', they would think that they are not the real ‘owner'. Blaming yourself, or the others is the modest side of the duration. But not opening your eyes to the truth is the foolish side. Once you realize that the problem is in your ‘home', just one thought will be in your brain. Moving out. You can't be sticked to your ‘home'. At least in a physical way. There are always so many chances or ways to move out. You just have to find the perfect one. Which is, for me, doing it in the most straightest way. So you can be honest to yourself and to your ‘home' too. If moving out is the best thing for you, just do it. Don't care about the others opinions, sometimes, people just talk for the sake of speaking. Of course it's a hard process and, as I said, not everyone can handle it but otherwise you will live in somewhere you don't know, in other words in the middle of nowhere. But this is not the only ending. This journey has two possible endings. First ending: Middle of nowhere. If you decided to stay in ‘there' -not the ‘home' anymore- it would feel like nothing. It's just you and the emptyness. This is the worst way that a human can treat to themselves. Do you think ,after all this, the reason or reasons that make you want to stay ‘there' can make your heart to beat with passion too? I don't really think so. In this times you just need to listen to your heart. Sometimes, your heart has to be your brain. Second ending: In the heaven. If you finally get rid of your old ‘home', we can say it's over. All the bad things that you went thru, all the sadness that you have to handle, all the weight in your back… They all gone. Now, you can take a deep, relax breath. You made it all by yourself and you have to be aware of the power that your holding. If you don't give up on it, you can even overthrow the ‘old one'. And one last thing to say. I told you about the two possible endings but did you know endings have endings too? In this journey the endings' endings are converging at the same point. Listening to your heart. If you listen to your heart carefully, you will hear the one thing that you have been looking for. The way to your real ‘home'.

Best friend. Everyone defines ‘'best friend'' in different ways. Some peoples' best friend is their mother, some peoples' are their dogs, some of theirs are books, some of theirs are their siblings. ''Best friend'' can change from person to person, but the main point is always the same; best friend is who you are happier with. Who you can be creative around them. Who makes you feel safe. My best friend was my piano teacher, Murat Arman. I knew him for long years. I knew he was going to be my best friend when I first met him. But what happens when you lost your best friend, your happy place? The first time I've ever seen him was at my school. He was so tall and had a black scarf. I still remember how my class was so afraid of him because he seemed so cold and stern. I'm not going to lie, that day I was afraid of him too. But then, when I got the chance to meet him, I realized he was not cold, actually, he was so funny and sweet. He loved children, and he loved his job as well. He was so talented and had too many students. I was so glad that he was my teacher. When I was 14, I was studying for an exam that was at the end of the year. I was so nervous and all I was thinking about was that exam. I was still going to my piano course, though. I never wanted to quit. But I couldn't do the homework that teacher Murat gave me, because I had no time. Teacher Murat realized that, and instead of yelling at me like other piano teachers I knew, he said ‘'you know what, let's not put so much pressure on you. I know you have to focus on your exam, so you don't have to do the homework I'm giving to you. You can come here to just stay away from your school stresses, but it's only for this year, because I really want you to be a great pianist. I know you are working so hard but you have to give yourself some place. We can create this place for you here, every Friday.'' I was really thankful for him for saying that because I was feeling bad that I wasn't doing his homework. From that day on, we started to talk for 40 minutes, and study for 20 minutes in our lessons. He knew everything about me. He was like family to me, and he was always saying ‘'I'm so glad you came, I was really bored today, we can have fun now.'' I remember that I cried multiple times when I was with him. He always knew how to cheer me up. He was always there for me during my worst times and he really made me love playing the piano. In March 2020, Covid-19 was seen in our country for the first time. Everyone was in a panic, no one knew what to do. The schools were online, and we couldn't go out for a long time. I had to quit the course. I was so sad that I had to. I talked with teacher Murat and he said ‘'I'm sad that you cannot come but it's OK. I hope you can come back here as soon as possible.'' I really hoped that too, but I couldn't ever go back there. On November 24, 2020 (National Teachers' Day in Turkey), it was the last time I spoke to Murat Teacher. He was so happy that I called, and he thought I was coming back to the class, I told him I was going to visit him but sadly, the pandemic was not over so I couldn't. On April 22 2021, my mom came to my room and she was trying not to cry. I was so scared and asked what was wrong. She started crying and said teacher Murat was dead. I still cannot forget how my mom said that to me, how her voice was shaking, and how I was shocked. At first, I thought she was joking and I started laughing because I didn't think it could be real. In 10 seconds, I realized it was real and I started crying. I cannot tell you how much I cried. I cried for days. No one could stop me from crying. He was my best friend, he was the most talented person I've ever known and most importantly I made a promise to him that I was going to visit him and now he was gone. My best friend was gone. It was so hard for me to accept it. I still cannot accept it, but I'm trying to move on because I know he would want me to move on if he was alive. He would tell me to be strong and even make jokes about it. So, instead of crying all day, I started to try to move on. After 2 weeks, I went out, made new friends, studied. Losing my best friend was losing my memories, my happiness but instead of being so sad about the fact that he's gone, I learnt to be thankful for I had the chance for meeting him and spend so many times with him. Now I'm doing much better, and my life goal is to make him proud of me.

KIM NAMJOON ONCE QUOTED “NO ONE IS BORN UGLY, WE JUST LIVE IN A JUDGEMENTAL SOCIETY”. Hello, I am Sania and today I am writing about something that we all have experienced, are experiencing and am sure will keep on experiencing for the rest of our life, Racism. So what exactly is racism? If you ask google it says “The belief that some races of people are better than others” but if you ask me I personally think it's much more than that. All the human race has experienced so many episodes of Racism in the form of color discrimination, and the chain doesn't stops there, its not always about the color people are racist about, Asian hate is a very burning topic nowadays, every day dozens of Asian-African people are killed in America for the sake Racism in a country where they consider as their very own. And its not that its just the common people facing it, we all know about the Meghan-Oprah interview where, the duchess of Sussex opened up about the poor mentality of the so called Royal family where she was continuously humiliated for not being a royal and in addition to it, white. Or whether it be the worldwide famous and beloved boyband BTS being called corona-virous by a German talk show host just for the sake of their increased popularity among the youths not just in their very own Asian country South Korea but also in this whole world. Passing homophobic jokes to the ones in such groups or the continuous misogyny that Women belong in kitchen and they can't drive, they are all the part of some poor Racist mind. And the incidents I am talking are just mere minute microscopic examples of Racism present among us. What we don't understand is it could be any of us some day or the other. Just keep yourself on the place of the little girl you just bullied for her color. Isn't it devastating to be shameful that is very own, ours. Making people feel bad about their own color, caste, creed, skin, hair or anything? You may argue that a simple non intentional joke with a friend wont be considered as Racism, but believe me my friend it is. Every journey starts with a single step and non intentional harmless bullying is a way good first step. Racism is destroying lives and we see it, everyday, yet we don't know how to react. Maybe because we are the ones who made the differences. We celebrate black history month to celebrate the brave one, but black! Isn't that Racist guys? Its just like saying “oh am not racist, I have a black friend” Why can't we see them just as brave people and not brave BLACK people. I don't know about you lot but if you ask me, as once quoted by comedian Vir Das I think the only possible way to defeat racism is creating a difference, not just the moral one but literal one. The most honest, simple, non-judgmental, and naïve way of getting rid of racism is acknowledging our differences. Yes acknowledging them because we are different, aren't we? my hair is different, my color is different, my skin is different, my values are different, and its ok to talk about it. If we talk about the fact that we are different, and acknowledge how we are different, why we are different, instead of pretending that everybody's the same and nobody is different, and yet in the subconscious counting the number of ways in which we are different, we all might be on the same page of acknowledgement and be less, Different. “Imagine jumping out of a skydiving plane and your parachute doesn't work. What memories would flash before you? Now imagine the parachute opened. How differently would you act when you landed?” That same rush of happiness would be on the little girls face when you will go to her and acknowledge her difference, instead of just bullying her for being different. Before ending my words I would like to say that, everyday when you see someone hating themselves for the way they are, hating their ethnicity, color, culture, race or anything, just remind them that they are beautiful, that they are the best version of themselves. As Alessia Cara song says, "Oh, they don't see, the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made them blind So they try to cover up their pain And cut their woes away Cause cover girls don't cry After their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful" Thank you so much and have a non-racist day ahead.

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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

I always wanted to be Special Riding on high horse of Ideal Looking down on those Who I thought normal I despise them Those giggling little fools They so ignorant Not knowing they're just mere tool In world's large scheme They don't even have any meaningful dream But I am different I am brave I don't cower in front of danger grave All those praises that I crave I can have them by only being brave If I become superior to all I will sure reach my goal Never knew, my dreams were of glass Just a mere touch Shattered to extent such Now my life is abysmal Standing on the precipice of death Eyes full of regret I wonder why again I wanted to be Special What was wrong with being Normal? Now that my life is coming to an End Only did I begun to understand I was just afraid Afraid of being ignored Deep down I was just insecure Trying to act always so cool Who was I trying to fool? The only Fool was me no one else Trying to be special I forgot to be me I was jealous of them being carefree When all I did was just worry Spreading wings in blue sky With my own Dream Never did I Fly I understood it a little too late There is no point now in regret This path is the one I have chosen So I got no room for complain At the end the moral It's okay to be normal Just be yourself.