Journey through the rural heart my home land.

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I,Mohan Bhargava worked as a project manager on a rainfall monitoring satellite at NASA, returned to India on a quest to find my childhood nanny Kaveriamma whom I had looked upon as my mother. I found her in a godforsaken village- Charanpur. I touched by the condition in which the people live in the village- the poverty, illiteracy, child labour, lack of electricity etc. I just engulfed with a feeling of guilt and is filled with an urge to do something to make things better.   I took up a mission of bringing electricity to the village. I interacted with the people and the Panchayat, gets to know some of them really well and brings about a movement bringing the villagers together. Eventually I succeeds in bringing power to the village.While going back to the states I couldnt release from the deep missing of home land and  intense thought to do something for my villagers . Finally I dicided to resign from NASA and back to my homeland with great mission to improve my villagers life.

"Let us fight for a new world" A final Speech from the Great dictator

My name is Jewish Barber,
 I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible- Jew, Gentile, black men, white…
We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each others’ happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.
Greed has poisoned men’s souls; has barricaded the world with hate; has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery ,we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in man; cries out for universal brotherhood; for the unity of us all.
Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of despairing men, women, and little children, victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.
To those who can hear me, I say “Do not despair.”
The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
Soldiers! Don’t give yourselves to brutes, men who despise you and enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder! 
Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men—machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have a love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate!
Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.
Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!
In the seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it’s written “the kingdom of God is within man”, not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have the power, the power to create machines, the power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let us use that power.
Let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill their promise. They never will!
Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people!
Now let us fight to fulfill that promise! Let us fight to free the world! To do away with national barriers! To do away with greed, with hate and intolerance!
Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness.
Soldiers, in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Beautiful Mind

My name is John Nash. I was a  student of Princeton. I was an  introvert and indifferent man having no friends except my  room mate. I was constantly in search of an idea which was completely genuine. I  succeeds in it and I found my way into many top level issues in the country. After a series of mysterious incidents, I suffered from paranoid schizophrenia. My disease causes a lot of trouble to my wife and kid. We been undergone very tough situations, I fought with my illness with great support of my wife finally bag with Nobel Price

Squadron Leader Veer Pratap Singh.

I, Prisoner No. 786, look through the bars of my cell  I see days, months, years change to eons,  From the soil of this land I can smell my Bauji's fields,  The burning sun reminds me of my Maati's cool buttermilk , The rains come with the swings of many seasons , The winter fills me with the warmth of the Lodi fires , They say this isn't your country, then why does it feel like mine?  They say that I do not look like him, then why does he look like me?  I, Prisoner No. 786, look through the bars of my cell, I see an angel who has come down from heaven, She calls herself Saamiya, and she calls me Veer, She's a complete stranger, but she treats me as her family, Hearing her truthful words, I feel alive once again , Hearing her promises and vow, I want to do something more, They say she isn't related, then why does she fight the world for me? They say I'm not like her, then why does she look like me?. I, Prisoner No. 786, look through the bars of my cell, I see my Zaara wrapped in the colours of my village , In making my dreams come true, she has forgotten her own, In serving my people, she has left behind her own, Now I want to fill her heart with joy, I feel I could live another lifetime for her, They say my country is not hers, then why does she stay in my home?  They say I'm not like her, then why does she look like me?. I, Prisoner No. 786, look through the bars of my cell...

"What we do in life, echoes in eternity"

My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, Commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.

"Don’t ever let someone tell you that you can’t do something. Not even me."

I Christopher Garden living with my lil son. My wife left me because I was unable to full-fill my family needs . I used  to sell my  gadgets in the morning and study at night to appear in some better job examination related to stocks . We been undergone tough stages of life, We lived in shelters and struggled with poverty. I took challenges worked hard, finally my talent and skills were recognized I got a Good Job…

Everybody faces hardships and challenges in life but those who do not give up in their life are the one who pursue happiness in life.