My home My village My first school

Home...Sweet Home.. Pleasent home ... What I am missing these days. But virtullay I am always at my home. My dreams, my thoughts and my soul is at my home and around. America is dream of opportunities but all these opportunities makes me alone.

Money .. good money ... great money ...forty times more money.. Is what I am here. But what I am missing is sharing, talking and my people. May be so many people are like me.

My village is a remote place in southern India. I can say it is the best place to live in entire world. No traffic, no pollution, 90% greenery and 100% good people.

My first school is under tree. When I was in 5th class school building constrution was started. Still I remember my school teachers. They are the best ..
Siddaramaiah -- (Preschool)is my first teacher in my knowledge.
Surendra Moorthy--(1st class to 3rd class)he is from pudipatla near by Tirupati. I learnt my alphabets and reading/writing abilities.
Radhakrishna--(4th class and 5th class)he is from Nerabailu and he is the best by giving education and learning abilities.