Autobiography of Rao Konduru





 

  



Rao M. Konduru
BTech,MEng,MS,PhD,DSc,PEng


 

 

  

POETRY PUBLISHED

Shown Below Is My Favorite Poem!
 

                 What We Are!
                   Author: Rao Konduru, PhD


                                We were all unique.


                                Our mysterious existence
                        was not of much deliberation,
                                  We did not bargain for
                        While we ought to have been;
 

                             We did not desire but I did,
                              Howsoever,
                              I originally came from We,
                                Without I there is no We;
  

                           Once We decided:
                              Why don't We together
                              Rather gather not!
                              Then only,
                              We will miss one-another;
 

                           I compromised:
                               Be a part of a million!
                               Part per million is not
                               just a sort of being apart,
                               Part per million means
                               A part that belongs to all;
 

                            After all,
                            We are all made of I's.
 
         

Since Age 16, I Have Been Writing Poetry
 
These photos were taken when I was 16, studying Pre-University.
When I was 16, I started writing poetry, and published my first poem.
   

 

 

 
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Canadian Anthology
 

My Father's Diary: A Short Story Published in Canadian Anthology (Writer's Block, 1994)
Author: Rao Konduru, PhD
 Manuscript

                            MY FATHER'S DIARY
Once I happened to look into my father’s personal diary. He wrote and highlighted the following three lines which were narrated by his father while dying:

                             DON’T OPEN THE KNOT I GAVE YOU,
                             TOP SECRET IS IN THE KNOT,
                             WHEN YOU OPEN, THEN YOU DIE!
When I was ten, I used to ask my father: “What was there in that sacred box that was always kept locked in a special and glorified place of our entire family?” But my father never told me about it. The only thing he told me was: “Don’t touch the knot; If you touch, you will die.”


By the time I saw my father’s diary, my father had died. I then asked my mother, “What is there in that sacred box?” She had always been suspicious about revealing the fact, especially about the top secret.
She only revealed that the sacred box is being passed on from generation to generation from father to the son(s).

Later on, I made a vast survey on our family antiques. I was glad as I found my grandfather’s old table. I was very scared to look underneath the table some message sculptured with very tiny letters. I read the message with a magnifying glass:
                             MY SON:
                             DON’T OPEN THE KNOT I GAVE YOU,
                             TOP SECRET IS IN THE KNOT,
                             WHEN YOU OPEN, THEN YOU DIE!
Thereafter, I commenced thinking about the top secret intensely over and over again. My mind day-by-day deeply penetrated into the levels of origin within which I could determine some clue as to what the top secret could be. The concentrated mind has reached the depths in which the relaxation of my so called "bruised genius” commemorated the thoughts that had been appeared as the resulting products of supernatural power encompassed by my mind.


 

By awakening the giant within one’s mind, it is possible to surmount the negativity, which usually is the destructive force of one’s self-confidence. The reason why one suffers or fails to perform well is unaware due to the fact that one could not utilize the mind appropriately in one’s attentive nature, as the equilibrium of one’s thinking power gets disturbed. Recovering back such equilibrium is not an easy task because the mind lacks a great deal of control. Making right decisions at the right moment is the central idea of what we call the empowered mind. Empowering a mind after all the social barriers as a matter of fact involves a consistent effort of cautious study of one’s own self.
Last night, it came to me in a dream:
 It was a religious gathering at my grandfather’s home which was a huge bungalow of countless rooms built with marbles. The rooms were arranged in a zigzag direction. I tried to walk around but got lost. Finally,
I managed to come back to my grandfather’s bedroom. My grandfather was there at the front door accompanied by my grandmother receiving guests of all kinds from all around the world. I thought my grandfather was a sort of pope as he dressed exactly the way the pope dresses.
His crown was made of silver fabrics mounted with badges and ornaments of all sorts.

My grandfather’s bedroom was decorated by paintings and posters.
I walked towards his bed, which was covered by roses and other flowers. I opened a little drawer that was there next to my grandfather’s bed, and discovered my father’s diary. I was very delighted to see my father’s diary, which I have been missing for a long time. I examined the diary, and recognized my father’s handwriting. On the last page of his diary,
I read the following message entitled “top secret:”

                    Positive beliefs keep the mind in attention,
                    Mind can be polished by making it thinking,
                    Suspense is bothersome,
                    But it helps exercising the mind;

 

                    Think like a detective,
                    Inspect like a philosopher, and
                    Live like a thinker.
 

 
 

 
My Father's Diary: A Short Story Published in Canadian Anthology (Writer's Block, 1994)
Author: Rao Konduru, PhD

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McGill University Yearbook (Old McGill)
 
  Poetry Published in McGill University Yearbook (PDF File)
                              Author: Rao Konduru, PhD

 

 

 
 
 

                                                 THE TRUTH OF LIFE

                                                                 Author: Dr. Rao Konduru

                      
    Published in Old McGill Yearbook – 1991
        First Prize Winner in the Poetry Contest (It Was Selected As the Best Poem)

     McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

             Also Published in Suwannee Poetry Book, American Anthology-1992

                      

   THE TRUTH OF LIFE
 

        
            Why don't I live in that World?

 

                               I don't even know:

                               Who am I?, and

                               From where am I?

                               What am I?, and

                               Up to which extent am I?

                  

                               By thinking and blinking,

                               Lonely and bravely,

                               I entered into a mountain-cone;

                  

                               Passed over the paving,

                               Touched the trees,

                               Underneath the herbs,

                               Mixed with water,

                               Swirled through the eddies,

                               Emerged like an alum,

                               Brightening into the alp;

                  

                                Ate whatever I felt like,

                                Drank the fluid that surrounded me,

                                Lived with every tiny sand particle,

                                Tortured myself but never died;

                  

                                No need to cheat,

                                No context to struggle,

                                Nothing to worry about;

 
 

                                Not in a regular basis,

                                Living like a slave,

                                A slave of my own desire,

                                With an aggregate of success

                                engaged in starvation,

                                Fighting for the money,

                                Exactly like the honey

                                extracted from the devil;

 

                                Not like in this enormously

                                crooked creation:

 

                                I and my insight,

                                My insight and I;

                                I and my taste,

                                My taste and I;

                                I and my love,

                                My love and I;

                                Mixed together,

                                Negotiating the need for

                                Exploring the truth;

 

                               - The truth of life.

       

 

 




 

 

   LOVE LETTER
    Author: Rao Konduru, Ph.D

                         Published in Old McGill Yearbook,1991
                     McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

                            

                       Dear my LOVE:

                         That's you awaking me to write,

                         and I guess

                         That's you flowing in my pen,

                         Thus helping yourself to feel better,

                         and thereby

                         Strengthening yourself to lead me ahead;

                  

                         That's why I always write you,

                         That's how I wanted to train you,

                         That's what I tempted to shine you, and

                         That's where I was inspired to succeed you;

                  

                         I don't know you loved me or not,

                         You don't know either I loved you or not,

                         but I am sure

                         Both of us want to see us together,

                        Thus identifying an attraction;

                  

                         You're not yet ready,

                         Your feelings are not yet strengthy,

                         Your strength is not yet resistant, and so

                         You need resistance and

                         persistance to withstand;

                  

                         The shock you've been living in

                         is an unusual freedom,

                         You segregated yourself for your rest,

                         Thinking that it's the best,

                          and at the same time

                          Realizing yourself to get rid of the shock;

                  

                          For our benefit,

                          As I activated,

                          You became reacted,

                          Persuading yourself as an accident,

                          and in consequence

                          Understanding yourself to shine further,

                          and ever in the future;
 

                          I experienced to polish you,

                          Without observing your reaction,

                          Predicting confidently your bright light,

                          Even though I scared sometimes
       of living in the dark,

                          and finally,

                          and in turn,

                          and normally keep indoor,

                          and rarely keep outdoor,

                          of combining our thoughts,

                          of negotiating our problems,

                          towards constructing our unbreakable-relationship,

                          with a conclusion of pleasure,

                          with a supererogation of passion,

                          Adoring ourselves the discovery of
       you and me;

                  

                          I feel now responsible,

                          Assigning you an act of,

                          Never leaving me anymore in the dark;

                  

                          Underlining the prediction,

                          Stressing the importance,

                           and

                          Highlighting the necessity,

                          When you're ready,

                          I am going to touch you,

                          And feel extraordinarily sensible;

                  

                          With best personal awards,

                          I look forward to seeing you
       again and again,

                          Until we gain one-another.

                          ---- your bosom-friend ---


 

 

 

 

   I LIKE YOUR VOICE
    Author: Rao Konduru, Ph.D

                         Published in Old McGill Yearbook,1991
                     McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, Canada

 

        

                      I like your voice:

                       How amazingly the noise     

                       making me me to praise

                       How delightedly this choice

                       awakening me to chase;

 

                       Your quarreling way of treating me,

                       Your disliking way of abusing me,

                       Your awful way of disgusting me,

                       and

                       Your attractive way of regretting me,

                       making me to like you more and more,

                       attuning me to call you again and again;

 

                       Your beautiful eyes,

                       Your cheese-like cheeks,

                       Your fluidizing lips,

                       Your cute curly hair,

                       Your cushion-like flushy figure,

                       Your smooth skin colour,

                       You and your body,

                       Not only your body but also your soul

                       are

                       Unaquaintedly applauding me,

                       and

                       Unknowingly attacking me.

 

                       Look !  I like your voice !

                       You know ! I tune your noise !

                       Listen ! I love your chorus !

                       Wait ! I smell your voice !    

                          

 

 







"I LIKE YOUR VOICE" POEM WAS PUBLISHED IN
Old McGill Yearbook, McGill University, Montreal, Quebec, Canada
 
 
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American Anthologies
 
Poetry Published in the Following American Anthologies:
Author: Rao Konduru, PhD
   

1

American Poetry Annual, 1991  (PDF File)

2

Poetic Voices of America, Spring 1992 (PDF File)

3

Passages, 1992 (PDF File)

4

Voices of Light, A Suwannee Poetry Book, 1991 (PDF File)
   

 

   HUMAN LIVES
    Author: Rao Konduru, Ph.D

              Published in Passages (American Anthology) –1992

 

        

                             Sky up on the head

                             conveyed secrets

                             alluring marvels of

                             merging morning

 

                             Clouds up on shoulders

                             dispersed miracles

                             debugging struggles of

                             departing evening

               

                             Cosmic rays patterned

                             with rich golden wings

                             adhered bold feelings

                             unveiling the orient

               

                              Stars twinkled

                              with uncleared languages

                              sang fantasias

                              focussing the anesthesia

 

                              Tears called upon

                              immunizing us from hidden virus

                              costing the whole long lives

 

                               Is that why we suffer?

       

 

 

 

   THINK ZIGZAG

                           Author: Rao Konduru, PhD

                                                         

             “Think Zigzag” Poem Was Published in the Voices of Light,
               Suwannee Poetry Book, American Anthology-1992

        
           

          Some people

          though they understand some people

          in so many ways

          don't understand a few people;

 

          Many people

          though they understand many people

          in so many ways

          don't understand some people;

 

          All the people

          although they understand all the people

          in so many ways

          don't understand many people

          in certain ways;

 

          How many are a few people?

          How many are some people?

          How many are many people?

          How many of some people are a few people?

          How many of many people are some people?

          How many of all people are many people?

         How many of them are then the real people?

       

 

 

 

   WHAT WE ARE?

                                  Author: Rao Konduru, PhD

                                    [It is my favorite poem]
 

              Published in Poetic Voices of America (Anthology) – 1992

           Published in The American Poetry Annual (Anthology) - 1991
 

 

                        We were all unique!

 

                        Our mysterious existence

                        was not of much deliberation,

                        We did not bargain for

                        While We ought to have been;

 

                        We did not desire but I did,

                        Howsoever,

                        I originally came from We,

                        Without I there is no We;

 

                         Once We decided:

                        Why don't We together

                        rather gather not!,

                        Then only

                        We will miss one-another;

 

                         I compromised:

                        Be a part of a million!

                        Part per million is not

                        just a sort of being apart,

                        Part per million means

                        a part that belongs to all;

 

                          After all,

                         We are all made of I's.

       

 

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
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Poetry in Telugu Language

Poetry & Short Stories Published in Telugu
 (Telugu is A Language Greatly Mixed With and Influenced by Sanskrit)
 Author: Rao Konduru, PhD
 

Click on the links below and read the Poems & Stories in Telugu Language.
 
  Title in Telugu Title Meaning in English
 

PDF Files

 
POEM1 Oohala Ooyala Dreaming Thought
POEM2 Manasu Gajibiji Confusion in the Heart
POEM3 Yeda-Vyadha Struggle-Suffering
POEM4 Kala Artistic Skill
POEM5 Nenerigina Geyam The Poem I Knew
POEM6 Prema Love
POEM7 Grand Views Grand Views
     
STORY1 Psychologist Psychologist
STORY2 Kalpanamayi The Woman I Created
SHORY3 Kshananubhuti Instant Impression
STORY4 Rajakeeyam Politics
STORY5 Playing Cards Playing Cards
     


The text in Telugu language was too old, worn away and faded.
With a magnifying glass, it could be possible to read through.

You can also read the entire chapter of Poetry and Stories in a PDF file here:
https://www.mydiabetescontrol.com/Bio/POETRY.pdf

Please refer to the book titled "Autobiography Of Dr. Rao M Konduru" on
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