Monday, January 24, 2011

A Guy who got into IIT and Google


Naga Naresh Karutura has just passed out of IIT Madras in Computer Science and has joined Google in Bangalore.  You may ask, what's so special about this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students passing from various IITs and joining big companies like Google?

Naresh is special. His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair.
Ever smiling, optimistic and full of spirit; that is Naresh. He says, "God has always been planning things for me. That is why I feel I am lucky."  Read why Naresh feels he is lucky.



Childhood in a village

I spent the first seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh, on the banks of the river Godavari . My father Prasad was a lorry driver and my mother Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my parents instilled in me and my elder sister (Sirisha) the importance of studying. 

Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At that time, I didn't know he could not read or write but to make me happy, he helped me in my studies! 
Another memory that doesn't go away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that was full of thorns. 

I used to be very naughty, running around and playing all the time with my friends.. I used to get a lot of scolding for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they started scolding, I would run away to the fields! 

I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher's lap!

January 11, 1993, the fateful day

On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my mother took a lift in my father's friend's lorry. As there were many people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door. 

It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs. 

The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital. 

First I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do? 

In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips. 

I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the hospital for three months. 

Life without legs

I don't think my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits. 


'I never wallowed in self-pity'

The day I reached my village, my house was flooded with curious people; all of them wanted to know how a boy without legs looked. But I was not bothered; I was happy to see so many of them coming to see me, especially my friends! 

All my friends saw to it that I was part of all the games they played; they carried me everywhere. 
God's hand. I believe in God. I believe in destiny. I feel he plans everything for you. If not for the accident, we would not have moved from the village to Tanuku, a town. There I joined a missionary school, and my father built a house next to the school. Till the tenth standard, I studied in that school. 

If I had continued in Teeparu, I may not have studied after the 10th. I may have started working as a farmer or someone like that after my studies. I am sure God had other plans for me. 
My sister, my friend

When the school was about to reopen, my parents moved from Teeparu to Tanuku, a town, and admitted both of us in a Missionary school. They decided to put my sister also in the same class though she is two years older. They thought she could take care of me if both of us were in the same class. My sister never complained. 

She would be there for everything. Many of my friends used to tell me, you are so lucky to have such a loving sister. There are many who do not care for their siblings. 

She carried me in the school for a few years and after a while, my friends took over the task. When I got the tricycle, my sister used to push me around in the school. 

My life, I would say, was normal, as everyone treated me like a normal kid. I never wallowed in self-pity. I was a happy boy and competed with others to be on top and the others also looked at me as a competitor. 
Inspiration

I was inspired by two people when in school; my Maths teacher Pramod Lal who encouraged me to participate in various local talent tests, and a brilliant boy called Chowdhary, who was my senior. 

When I came to know that he had joined Gowtham Junior College to prepare for IIT-JEE, it became my dream too. I was school first in 10th scoring 542/600. 

Because I topped in the state exams, Gowtham Junior College waived the fee for me. Pramod Sir's recommendation also helped. The fee was around Rs 50,000 per year, which my parents could never afford. 
Moving to a residential school

Living in a residential school was a big change for me because till then my life centred around home and school and I had my parents and sister to take care of all my needs. It was the first time that I was interacting with society. It took one year for me to adjust to the new life. 

There, my inspiration was a boy called K K S Bhaskar who was in the top 10 in IIT-JEE exams. He used to come to our school to encourage us. Though my parents didn't know anything about Gowtham Junior School or IIT, they always saw to it that I was encouraged in whatever I wanted to do.. If the results were good, they would praise me to the skies and if bad, they would try to see something good in that. They did not want me to feel bad.  They are such wonderful supportive parents. 

Life at IIT- Madras

Though my overall rank in the IIT-JEE was not that great (992), I was 4th in the physically handicapped category. So, I joined IIT, Madras to study Computer Science. 

Here, my role model was Karthik who was also my senior in school. I looked up to him during my years at IIT- Madras.   He had asked for attached bathrooms for those with special needs before I came here itself. So, when I came here, the room had attached bath. He used to help me and guide me a lot when I was here. 

I evolved as a person in these four years, both academically and personally. It has been a great experience studying here. The people I was interacting with were so brilliant that I felt privileged to sit along with them in the class. Just by speaking to my lab mates, I gained a lot..
'There are more good people in society than bad ones'

July 28, 2008

Words are inadequate to express my gratitude to Prof Pandurangan and all my lab mates; all were simply great. I was sent to Boston along with four others for our internship by Prof Pandurangan. It was a great experience. 


Joining Google R&D

I did not want to pursue PhD as I wanted my parents to take rest now.  Morgan Stanley selected me first but I preferred Google because I wanted to work in pure computer science, algorithms and game theory. 
I am lucky. Do you know why I say I am lucky? 

I get help from total strangers without me asking for it. Once after my second year at IIT, I with some of my friends was travelling in a train for a conference. We met a kind gentleman called Sundar in the train, and he has been taking care of my hostel fees from then on. 

I have to mention about Jaipur foot. I had Jaipur foot when I was in 3rd standard. After two years, I stopped using them. As I had almost no stems on my legs, it was very tough to tie them to the body. I found walking with Jaipur foot very, very slow. Sitting also was a problem. I found my tricycle faster because I am one guy who wants to do things faster. 

One great thing about the hospital is, they don't think their role ends by just fixing the Jaipur foot; they arrange for livelihood for all. They asked me what help I needed from them. I told them at that time, if I got into an IIT, I needed financial help from them. So, from the day I joined IIT, Madras , my fees were taken care of by them. So, my education at the IIT was never a burden on my parents and they could take care of my sister's Nursing studies. 

Surprise awaited me at IIT

After my first year, when I went home, two things happened here at the Institute without my knowledge. 
I got a letter from my department that they had arranged a lift and ramps at the department for me. It also said that if I came a bit early and checked whether it met with my requirements, it would be good. 

Second surprise was, the Dean, Prof Idichandy and the Students General Secretary, Prasad had located a place that sold powered wheel chairs. The cost was Rs 55,000. What they did was, they did not buy the wheel chair; they gave me the money so that the wheel chair belonged to me and not the institute. 

My life changed after that. I felt free and independent.  That's why I say I am lucky. God has planned things for me and takes care of me at every step. 

The world is full of good people. 

I also feel if you are motivated and show some initiative, people around you will always help you. I also feel there are more good people in society than bad ones. I want all those who read this to feel that if Naresh can achieve something in life, you can too...



--- Source: Inspiration Point on Facebook by Babita Satpati.



Friday, January 7, 2011

If Today was Your Last Day..



My best friend gave me the best advice
He said each day's a gift and not a given right
Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind
And try to take the path less traveled by
That first step you take is the longest stride


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
If today was your last day


Against the grain should be a way of life
What's worth the prize is always worth the fight
Every second counts 'cause there's no second try
So live like you'll never live it twice
Don't take the free ride in your own life


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day


If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side


If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?


Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

Thursday, January 6, 2011

The Wry Smile

You know what could be worse on a day where your train is already 13 hours late and you know it's gonna be 6 more hours late with none to accompany you over a 1500 km. journey and sitting out here blogging at 1:30 at night?
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Think think...
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Couldn't get?
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Ok.
A Charming girl sitting in front of you which is precisely of your age and going to the same destination.............
alongwith her ugly boyfriend who is probably an MBA from a "some-some" college in an unknown city ..... Romancing!!!
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All you could do is to sit and hear them giggling and talking and making out with the lights off. You try and open up your laptop and stuff in your earphones to hear some music or watch an odd movie but still you get to hear them in the dark.
Why is this trend followed ever since eternity?
Good looking girls have shit looking boyfriends!! :|
Even if you try avoid seeing them, your bastard mind just tickles you up with something you don't want to do.
All you could wish at that moment is that you should have been beside that pretty girl and no matter how late the train is, it wouldn't have been long enough. Or you could have wished you too have had a girlfriend that would have been there... In the most severe of the cases, you could have thought that you're an action Hero and not a womanizer and you couldn't afford to waste your time on some making out stuff with a girl rather use that time in some James Bond like stuff...
While you're thinking of all this you suddenly hear a bunch of middle aged morons laughing their asses out and an infant crying her throat out to make your life miserable... Finally when you start giving some weird expressions and start scratching your head... The voice of the same girl Comes and ask you," What happened? Is there any Problem?"
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"Give a Wry Smile".

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Shayar inside Me!!

Bhaag rahe ho aap... kahan tak bhaag paoge.
Jaan kar bhi anjaan kab tak ban paoge..
Jo dil me hai usse Dil chura rahe ho...
Kar lo jo jee chahe..
Apne aap se jhooth kab tak bol paoge??



Doosre ko dekh kar kya apni zindagi jee rahe ho..
Hath me diya liye kyun ujaale me bhatak rahe ho...
Ye zindagi ek baar mili hai dost...
Isey apne liye jiyo...
Kyun doosre k dil ki guzarish poori kar rahe ho...



Tanha is safar ki Tanhayi piye ja raha hun,
Manzil ki doori ko kalam me jiye ja raha hun,
Uss saahil ka intezaar karne baitha hun jise humse shikwa hai,
Par usey kaise batayein, ki zindagi wo sabr hai,
jiski talaash main kiye ja raha hun.


Tanhayion me bhi mujhe gham tha,
Mehfilo me bhi ek shikwa tha,
Hum apne aap se milne ki koshish karte reh gaye,
Aur jo mil kar chale gaye, unse phir kabhi na mil paane ka gila tha.


Wo shaam kuchh iss tarah dhal gayi,
jaise phoolo se khushboo chali gayi,
hum suraj ke phir nikalne ka intezaar hi karte reh gaye,
Wo raat aisi aayi, jo chandni ko apne sath hi le gayi.


Iss duniya me ek cheez ki ehmiyat kabhi samajhkar dekhna,
Uski khoobsoorti ka deedar apne labhzo me kabhi karke dekhna,
Wo ashk hi kya jo uske husn ko chaar chaand lagayein,
Agar samajhte ho to usey aansu nahi, kabhi moti samajhkar dekhna.


Akela tu hai, apne ko kabhi kamzor mat samajhna,
Duniya bhale hi ek taraf, apni himmat ko tu samajhna,
Jhund me shikaar karna sahas nahi kehlata,
Misaal kutto ki nahi, Sher ka udhharan lekar samajhna.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Inferiority Complex



It arises from a psychological state of self deprivation which further leads to a mindset. This mindset if not mended may lead to depression. A recent survey has shown that this complex is very common among the females. Although, even males have it, but they tend to shrug it off gradually, whereas in case of females they tend to stick to it unless they find themselves tangled up in a deep psychological mess.
My curiosity has always been the origin and the development of this complex. I've found that lack of information, knowledge and financial barriers are the major issues through which this complex breeds. Apart from it, the people with up-to-date knowledge, correct information, and people with high societal and financial  status can also be a victim of  I.C. due to factors like looks, and their own perception of people's thinking.
The latter is the case which haunts people of all classes and statuses. This is where the situation gets tricky. Just when a person starts thinking what reactions will my actions yield, your mind lands you up in a space called "Complex". It can be either a superiority or an inferiority complex. The I.C. takes over your brain when you start defending your actions even before you've played it. That's where your mind slopes you down to the I.C. Now once you're in a state of the inferiority complex, it is being like in a deep hole where you cannot easily climb up. It works just like Gravity. It's very easy to fall in... and very tough to overcome it.
There are only two ways you can really overcome the I.C.- one is the Hard way...and other is the Harder way. The Hard way suggests you face it. Let time do its job. Face your fears till you get used to it. It may have fatal effects, but it works... it takes time but it really works. Once you get used to it, your mind works as a force of nature to even up that hole you've fallen into. As time progresses, the hole shallows out. It immediately transfers it all to an entirely new space of "Experiences". And this helps you in the long run. Nevertheless, you may say, that you're never out of the pit... but you just get used to it. This works entirely opposite to the real world. This is your mind. It works as you want it to.
Now comes the Harder way. Believe it or not, the former way is easier than this. This is a way where you crawl back with everything you've got to get out of that pit as soon as possible. That's because you can't wait. You are impatient. This is where it gets harder for you. You put every ounce of your energy to focus on coming out of it. Stop living by the results of other people's opinion. You take nothing from the world. You make your own way. You force your mind or rather your mind makes you believe that anything you sense is not going to effect you in any ways whatsoever.  Your mind starts denying the offerings made by the world to you. That's where you go against the world in your own mind and against your mind outside (in the world).
You start denying something which your mind has observed to be true. But you forget that its your mind afterall, and it believes what you want it to believe. Make your mind your slave, Stop being the slave of your mind. That's where you're freed from all types of Complexes.

You'll only get over it when you start thinking that you're beautiful in a way you know yourself to be.. And you don't need a certificate from anyone for it. It's only then you'll be able to keep it aside and realize that this ain't important one bit. You got many other useful things to do than to ponder upon it. A smart and a successful person who is overflowed by achievements always seem beautiful to every eye in the world. Remember that.