People told me to not to analise, but I denied it by saying, analysis is the integral part of life, without analysis there is no teaching exercise in the world, there is no invention in the world….
A child analyses “what is this world….who are all these people, what are all these objects…. It was good when I was in the stomach of mother, dark everywhere surrounded by me…the darkness which makes my body heat…but one fine day I came out…when I see the people first time in my life…they were tensed and someone is pulling out from that heat dark place…suddenly…. light every where….. I started crying, “no, I don’t come out this place is good for me, please don’t pull me out” wanted to shout but they don’t understand my language…I am crying…. crying… ”god why did you send me here?....in to this place called world”…I am still crying…. But everyone is smiling, laughing by looking at my crying face…put me in the hands of a lady and that lady said to me that, she is my mother…then started my analysis….mother !!!! who is mother and how did I form in her stomach ”
