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Let's hear a story then :D
It will be in DC universe. I will name this story- Superman: The Rise Of Indian Sun God
Okay, this is Earth 21 where Superman doesn't exist, atleast not yet :D
Let me start from the beginning. God wave is a cosmic force that came out of source wall to create new Gods and in the process creating other worldly God like Sun God Rao who later created earth and so many others planets in the universe and also was responsible for creating many Superheroes (meta humans) through out universe including earth.
Krypton was one of those Planet. Kryptonians at the beginning of their civilization were aware of Rao's presence but with times they forgot as Rao was disappeared from krypton. Noone knew Rao's presence or where would he be disappeared? As the time progress, Krypton became technologically superior planet in the universe. They soon thought Rao as another mythological superstition.
CC Batson and Marlyn Batson(incase you don't know they are parents of yet to born Shazam aka Captain Marvel aka Billy Batson) were world famous archeologist from America.
They came to India to research on old Konark's Temple in Orissa
They found a lot of wall drawings were similar to Australian aboriginal people's cave drawings about Sun God.
It was this mystery that got them hooked into this.
They were using some kind of radiation meter on the temple's wall. They were facinated to find out that it was giving same kind of radiation signal as it did in that Australian cave. But the difference was that in this case radiation levels were higher as if to say some kind of power source was inside the temple or under it.
Suddenly, an Indian police came running angrily and took their equipment from their hand and threw it away shouting, "Not permitted, not permitted"
CC said to him, "You aren't understanding, there's some of kind of power source under this temple....."
Indian Police said again, "Not permitted, go to the authority"
That equipment had electro magnetic system inside and as it clashed with temple's wall, it burst with strong electromagnetic waves of current.
It shook the ground.
The whole temple was shaking.
Suddenly, a bright light flew away towards sky by shaking everything.
It almost crashed into the sky and opened a portal or warm whole to a completely different part of universe, it came to planet Krypton and destroyed it's core and went inside the baby son of Jor El, the chief of science in krypton.
Jor El was shocked by this whole incident but was even more shocked looking the fact that Kal El was completely alright.
Suddenly, alarm bells were ringing.
Jor El found out that krypton was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, he found out about the opened portal to another part of universe and also a blue planet, he sent an android robot to find out more.
In the meantime, everyone in krypton was looking for an way out but almost all the mother ship was destroyed.
One ship was remained which was owned by Jor El.
After getting all the necessary information about this blue planet called Earth, Jor El was preparing for departure with his wife and baby son but caught by other kryptonians.
But that mothership was limited, it couldn't take all the kryptonians so there was a huge battle between them, realising the eventual destruction of this mothership, Jor El send Kal El by small spaceship to earth as he knew Kal El would be able to survive in earth atmosphere infact he will be superior to local earth people because of their yellow solar system.
In earth-
There was a small-town named Satyavila outside the metropolitan city Kolkata.
A couple (Jonardon Sen and Mitali Sen) was doing a picnic in jungle area outside locality as it was romantic. They were childless so they were very romantic to each other to fill the gap in their relationship.
Suddenly, they saw a bright light came from the sky and crashed into the jungle destroying a number of threes in the jungle.
Both of them went there to see what was going on and they saw a boy child was smiling towards them holding a huge tree easily overhead!!!!
They said to each other, "Oh! My God, that's not human!!!"
But looking at the innocent smile on that boy's face they decided to bring him their home while hiding his little spaceship in a nearby cave in that jungle.
They decided to bring him up as their own.
He was named Arkya Sen. Arkya realised when he was growing up that he wasn't like other teenagers. He had abnormal strength, speed, durability and so many other ability.
But Arkya never wanted to have any powers, infact he used to be scared so that no-one could find out that he was freak
So he put in that extra bit of effort not to look anything but a human and simultaneously avoided using any of his powers and he got used to that and almost pretend to forget that he had this unnatural abilities.
Arkya just wanted a normal life.
He used to go to school and had fun with his friends, played Cricket with his friends and liked a girl who just moved in next door with her family.
She was two years older than Arkya and adult 18 years old. And she already had a boyfriend. Her name was Sana Ang, a North East Indian.
Pritam Roy was the best friend of Arkya and both of them used to spend a lot of time together. Pritam didn't know about his best friend's secret though as Jonardon asked Arkya not to disclose his identity to anyone expecting public panic.
One day-
Pritam said to Arkya, ", Come on man, you are aiming for too high, she is way out of your league plus she is senior and already has a boyfriend"
Arkya said, "I know but I can't help it man, I am thinking about her all the time"
Suddenly Mitali asked Arkya to go to Sana's house to welcome them with some sweets.
Pritam said to Arkya with a canny smile, "Ha, ha, as if you were not looking for any opportunities to go there!"
Both of them went there and knocked on the door and door opened and they saw a smiling Sana opened the door while talking on her tablet.
Arkya quickly said, "My mother is welcoming you and your family to our neighborhood and this is some sweets"
Sana just smiled at them and asked them to come in and then called her mother and went to her room.
Both Arkya and Pritam were bored talking to Sana's mom.
Later Pritam said, "She didn't even look at us, man, she was busy talking in her phone, probably with that guy she was going out, you have got no chance"
Arkya said, "I know, we are just two kids to her so no wonder she won't even look at us, okay, I will try to forget about her"
In few months later-
There was a huge storm in Satyavila.
Sana's house was damaged because of that.
Arkya said to Jonardon, "Dad, I can help them"
Jonardon said, "Okay, do whatever you can do but be very careful, remember noone should see you"
Suddenly, Sana's mom and Sana saw a blur came and before they realised what was going on, they saw themselves in Sen house.
Sana and her mom was shocked and asked to them, "What's going on?"
Both Jonardon and Mitali said to them that their house was damaged and they were unconscious because of some kind of accident related to this disaster so they brought them their home, they just woke up.
Sana and Sana's mom found this unbelievable but could not find any other explanation either so they kind of reluctantly accepted this
Arkya was smiling.
This was the first time, Sana actually noticed Arkya.
She said, "Hi! You are so cute, Arkya is your name, isn't it?"
Arkya shook his head affirmatively
They talked for a while and had fun.
As the time was progressing Arkya was discovering his kryptonian abilities one by one, he even went to that jungle to that hidden space ship to find out more about his origin but couldn't find much unfortunately.
One day Arkya decided to experiment with his powers by going to the house roof but he instead saw Sana was crying in their house roof.
Arkya asked her what happened
Sana said that she just broke up with her boyfriend.
Even though he liked that news but instead put on sad face and decided to console her.
They were spending more time together from here on.
One day Sana asked to Arkya directly, "Do you have a crush on me?"
Arkya decided to tell her everything
Sana was shocked hearing this and she said with a nice smile, "From the first day!!! I am flattered but you are just 16 years old and I am two years older than you!! And I never saw you anything more than that, I am very sorry, Arkya, but let's be true friend first"
Arkya thought to himself, "Damn, friend-zoned!!! But hey, what else was possible!??!"
One day, when Arkya was in his space ship, he saw a signal in his space ship's interface that was coming from North pole
He used his superspeed and quickly ran towards North pole and reached there after a while.
He saw another huge mothership crashed there.
It was that Android mothership which was sent by Jor El to investigate on Earth
In there, Arkya first time learnt about his kryptonian origin and everything else that associated with it.
He found a kryptonian attire.
He realised that it was different from any earth cloth as wearing it didn't feel like it could burn out when he was running in superspeed.
He tested that theory and proved right.
A few years later-
One day the whole Sen family went to the vacation in Orissa.
Konark's temple was on their bucket list as tourist spot.
When Arkya entered the temple, he suddenly realised something different about him, as every part of his body was charged up.
He didn't stay there for too long as he asked his parents to move on from that place so they went to next tourist spot.
That incident didn't feel right with Arkya as he started to research on Konark's temple.
He realised that long before that temple was made, it was considered a holy place by the locals, a place where Sun God presided which was the belief of the local people, so when a king built this unique sun temple on that place, it quickly turned into a huge tourist spot in mordern era.
As he was trying find out more about his kryptonian origin from that Android mothership, he pressed a button falsely which opened a portal to another part of universe, it was called phantom zone, it was a prison for most notorious criminals in Krypton. A kryptonian mothership came out of that
It was the mothership of war mongering General Zod of kryptonian army who wanted all the power to himself so he was fighting a war against Kryptonian regime.
But he lost and sent in the phantom zone by Zor El with General Zod's huge army and his mothership.
They quickly realised that Krypton was completely destroyed but then he tried to find out who opened the portal of phantom zone, he quickly find out from his mothership that the signal came from another part of the universe.
Zod realised that there could be a Kryptonian connection so all hope wasn't lost, they quickly journeyed towards that source and they found out about earth.
After landing on earth, they realised that earth's atmosphere was making them Superhuman.
They quickly discovered that Android mothership in North pole but could not open as it was needed a DNA signature of Jor El and if he tired to force open the mothership, it will self destroy.
Zod didn't want that as there was a technology in that Android mothership which could terra form the whole earth into Krypton's design.
He wanted this out of pure nostalgia and superior feelings of being a Kryptonian as he hated earth and his local lesser human beings and most importantly they were finding it hard to adapt with earth's atmosphere so quickly as it was uncomfortable to them
He realised either Jor El or his off spring might be living here on earth masking as human as the android mothership was opened before.
He quickly took control of earth's communication system and announced to give him the kryptonian that was living on earth as human beings otherwise he would destroy one country after another and also announced that earth's nuclear warheads were ineffective against them as Earth had no defense against them.
Arkya realised just what was coming, he was very very scared as he never expected anything like this.
As an example, Zod ordered them to destroy Himalayan Mountains.
Realising that so many will be dead, Arkya quickly put on his kryptonian attire and evacuated everyone from nearby places and saw Himalayan Mountains were decimated by a ray from the mothership. He couldn't stop himself, he absorbed the ray by himself.
This is first time infront of everyone, the whole world, Arkya made his debut as the rest of world saw with disbelief as one guy in a blue tight absorbing some kind of otherworldly force. Every media's focus was on this incident.
Arkya jumped towards that ship and punched to the sky and it flew away by its impact towards the sky.
In the head office of ABP news media house in Kolkata, chief editor, Prithvi Das, ordered everyone to focus on this story as he asked his investigative journalist Luci Jain to investigate on this.
In the next day all the headline were saying the same thing about this "Superhuman the Superman"
General Zod realised from this defeat that he needed to be more calculative as earth's atmosphere made him a God.
He decided to find out more about this guy himself hiding himself as another human being.
He quickly realised that this guy was treated as God on Earth, he was pretending as some kind of Superhero.
Zod smiled to himself and said, "Enjoy while you can, I am quickly destroying your God play"
He quickly found out everything about Arkya and his earth found family, about Sana and everything else.
Zod realised that this guy had a lot of weakness as he attached himself too much with these earth beings.
He didn't waste time anymore and knocked on the Sen house's door and as Arkya opened the door, Zod smiled at him and said, "Are you done playing this childish Superhero bullshit? Because I don't have time for your childish whim, help me open that Android mothership and I will let you go and I could have taken you DNA signature any time I wanted but that's not my style and I have nothing to fear in this world"
Arkya was taken aback by all this and said, "You are the one who attacked earth, isn't it?"
Zod said, "So you have brains then, okay, I am going to be straight forward with you, I know everything about you, and if you don't give me what I want then I will kill everyone you hold dear"
Arkya punched towards Zod and Zod quickly avoided that and caught his punch easily and said, "Surprised!!! Initially, it took a little more time to adjust but now I am figuring it out, all of your power comes from earth atmosphere, the yellow solar system, ha, ha, now we all are Gods, you can't stop anything this time"
A huge battle was started which was loosing by Arkya as despite his superpower, he wasn't a trained soldier like General Zod.
Arkya lost this battle and said, ", I will never open that mothership, so fuck you"
General Zod said, "Ha, ha, I will take your dead body if that's what needed to be done" in saying this he was beating the shit out of Arkya.
General Zod said, "You are feeling good about yourself, isn't it? Ha, ha, let's see how tough you can be when it comes to others" in saying this he ordered one of his Soldier to bring Sana
Arkya said, "No!! Don't hurt her"
Zod said, "It's up to you"
Arkya said, "Fuck you"
Zod said, "Fuck me???!!! Fuck me???!!! Do you think I won't do it, you idiot..." in saying this he snapped the neck of Sana
Arkya was shocked out of his mind seeing his love's sorry demise
Water was coming down from his eyes, as he shouted with all of his emotions, every part of his body was angry, suddenly, he found himself flying and feeling all kinds of abilities and strength that he never knew existed.
Zod smiled and said, "So we can fly also!!? How wonderful!!! Good for us!!! Ha, ha, don't be so dramatic, just open the mothership"
Arkya attacked Zod with his full might and said, "You monster, you pushed me too far, now you will feel the consequences"
After a huge battle and a lot of destruction in which Arkya completely destroyed the kryptonian spaceship and was winning.
Zod said to his army, "This is no joke, attack him together and hold him down" as they were also adapting to earth's atmosphere and discovering about their new found abilities.
Forty something Kryptonians hold Arkya down and Zod came smiling and came close to him and said, "You idiot, you are not some kind of Superhero to us, we are all kryptonians, we are all Gods here, you thought you can take a whole kryptonian army by yourself, you dumb idiot"
Arkya was like wild animal in a cage, he looked at Zod with tremendous anger and suddenly a ray beam came out of his eyes and damaged Zod's eye.
He flew away holding Zod and came to Konark's temple thinking that when he was last time here, he was feeling weak and uncomfortable, he was hoping for similar things to Zod as well
But in reality, things didn't turn out that way
as quickly Zod's eye was regenerating.
Zod smiled and said with tremendous arrogance, "This is the best you can do, you dumbass, you are going to die today"
Arkya was feeling helpless and weak in Konark's temple but Zod was completely unaffected.
He came to Arkya and took his heart out and said, "You Stupid arrogant fool, you gave your lives for these lesser beings, you deserve to be dead"
As Zod was preparing to use the heart of Arkya to open the mothership by using its DNA signature
Suddenly, he heard a familiar tone, "I think it's time for you to get back wherever the hell you came from"
Zod looked behind and saw Arkya was standing in the air and bright lights were coming out of his body. His eyes were white.
Zod said, "More new powers, I presume, good for us then"
Arkya smiled and said, "I don't think so, monster, you will find this quite surprising" in saying this he moved so fast and snapped Zod's neck and ripped apart every part of Zod's body and looking at Arkya and the horrible demise of Zod, their general, the kryptonian army flew away towards space and Arkya was feeling very tired, he became unconscious
When he woke up, he saw a huge tree like figure standing in front of him and said, "Never use this kind of cosmic power again, it can destroy earth itself, if you do I am going to be standing in your way"
Arkya saw himself in his normal state and asked about his identity
He said, "I am the God of green, I am known as Swamp Thing in the mythology, you attracted my attention as I normally don't concern myself with meta alien superhuman like yourself but you turned out to be quite different than that, you are a demi God, you have Sun God Rao's blood flowing in your vains, I believe you are last sole survival of that bloodline, you activated it's power when you were in Konark's temple, it was where Rao was resting for so many years, you will never use this power again, you could destroy universe with these powers" in saying this Swamp Thing disappeared
As Superman became more and more popular as he not only saved the earth from alien attack but also helped build the cities again and repaired all the damage
Jonardon and Mitali, both said to Arkya, "What are you going to do now, Arkya? Everyone saw your face now, it will be hard for you live now among us"
Arkya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I discovered another power of mine in which I can shape shift my appearance just enough to look completely different from my normal Superman avatar, I will remain in this look as Arkya Sen and when I have to be Superman, I will shape shift myself to my original look, by the way, I am applying for a new intern job in Kolkata in ABP newspaper under Lucy Jain"
Both of them said, "We are giving our blessings, Arkya, not that you needed it, stay safe, we are extremely proud of you, my son"
Arkya said to them, "Your blessings are more valuable to me than Sun God's bloodline, so keep giving me those, I will always be needing those" in saying this he flew away towards big metropolitan City Kolkata.
The End
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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood never betrayed me once even stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee Non like you non can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you you have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection you have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity When there was no internet, no telivsion no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion You nourished me all along taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others I never fumbled on the way in the manner I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the door step but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be the way we were groomed in yester years with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others in the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion I will never let you die my friend! you are stil in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but 
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have  comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my 
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio 
was a luxury of the few
you were there  providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and 
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step 
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love 
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend! 
you are stil in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio
was a luxury of the few
you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend!
you are still in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

3 Love

"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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Original article appeared here:
http://inc42.com/buzz/20-things-ive-learned-from-l..

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What are the books that can change people's lives?


#1. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho [Fable]



There are millions of Books but none like this one. This is a masterpiece in FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS tale. This is the story of a boy who followed his dreams. You can understand everything about the Universe, Dreams, and Life in this one epic adventure. If you want to read one and only one book, then I would recommend this one only.

Two of the most powerful quotes from the book:

There is ONE GREAT TRUTH on this planet:
Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you want something, it is because that desire originated in the soul of the Universe. It is your mission on earth.

To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only real obligation. All things are one. When you want something; all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

#2. Think & Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill [Personal Development]



Napoleon Hill interviewed "40 millionaires" to discover the common thought processes and behavior that had led to their success. His study of these "best practices" was revolutionary in a world where it was largely assumed that great wealth resulted from a combination of greed and luck.

Best quote: "All the breaks you need in life wait within your imagination. Imagination is the workshop of your mind, capable of turning mind energy into accomplishment and wealth."

#3. Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Dr. Joseph Murphy [Mind Programming]



This book will unleash the hidden treasure in your mind. This book that can change you as a person and can re-program your personality and can attract anything and everything you want. Most importantly it is full of case studies and affirmative techniques that you can start using immediately. 'The Power of Your Subconscious Mind' will open a world of success, happiness, prosperity, and peace for you.

Best Quote: “As you sow in your subconscious mind, so shall you reap in your body and environment.”

#4. As A Man Thinketh by James Allen [Personal Development]



It's a classic written in 1902. It explains how your thoughts mold your personality, and how that personality drives you to take action and determines the type of action you'll take.

Best quote: "The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers."

#5. The Secret By Rhonda Byrne [Law of Attraction]



Most people love this book, and some hate it. But this is the book that lights up more life than any other books in Self-help arena by unfolding the secret to the Universe. It holds the treasure to the Universal Law of Attraction. Read this book and it will help you in every area of life while keeping you motivated.

Many people hate this book also because they consider it like a one stop solution. Remember no book can change anyone’s life jut by reading but only with the consistent application, it shows the result. Moreover, read this book and the follow the next two books by Rhonda Byrne The Power & The Magic and together they will give you the real action plan to manifest your dreams. Millions and millions have changed their life with these three books only. So don't buy the negative feedback from anyone ..Read them and try it and see the result.

Best Quote: “Be grateful for what you have now. As you begin to think about all the things in your life you are grateful for, you will be amazed at the never-ending thoughts that come back to you of more things to be grateful for. You have to make a start, and then the law of attraction will receive those grateful thoughts and give you more just like them.”

#6. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey



Our habits build or break our life. This book will help you develop better habits

It also convinces you that acquiring them will make you a better person.

Best quote: "Sow a thought, reap an action; sow an action, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny."

#7. Awaken the Giant Within by Tony Robbins



This a masterpiece from Tony Robbins, which align emotional state and physical dynamics to bring any kind of transformation in life. Which is now more popularly known as NLP but this book will take you deep inside the process and how to apply in life to achieve a massive result.

Best quote: "If you can't, you must. If you must, you can."

“Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”

#8. The Science Of Getting Rich by Wallace D. Wattles [Self-Help]



This book is a practical manual on how to program your mind, feelings and actions to become rich in life. And here rich not only means money but if you follow the same, you will become rich with happiness, health and love also.

#9. Psycho Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz [Self-Help]



This is a very powerful book about Self-Image. There is no other Self-Help book as scientific as this. With tons of examples and case studies, this book is a treasure house of Action Plans to follow.

This is a book take deep dive into the power of imagination, relaxation and hold the secret to HIGH-PERFORMANCE in any field.

Best Quote: “A human being always acts and feels and performs in accordance with what he imagines to be true about himself and his environment...For imagination sets the goal ‘picture’ which our automatic mechanism works on. We act, or fail to act, not because of ‘will,’ as is so commonly believed, but because of imagination.”

#10. Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen (Inspirational Stories)



Chicken Soup for the Soul is a collection of motivational essays and true stories about ordinary people’s lives, compiled by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. After 144 publishers had rejected the book, it was finally accepted by a small firm, and became a roaring success. You will love the inspirational tales, and it will serve as a daily motivation at the times of difficulties.

Chicken Soup series one of the highest selling books ever and only Harry Potter series has surpassed their sales volume.

Apart from the above ten books with details, I am listing the list of other books with title, and I believe you will explore them:

#11. How to Win & Influence People by Dale Carnegie (Self-Help)

#12. The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle (Inspirational & Spiritual)

#13. The Power by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#14. The Magic by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#15. Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki (Self-help & Personal Finance)

#16. You Can Heal Your Life by Luis Hay (Self-Help & Wellbeing)

#17. The Success Principles by Jack Canfield (Inspirational)

#18. Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Milman (Inspirational & Memoir)

#19. You can Win by Shiv Khera (Self-Help)

#20. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma (Inspirational & Fable)

#21. Autobiography of a Yogi (Autobiography/Inspirational)

#22. Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson (Biography, Entrepreneurship)

#23. Made in Japa by Akio Morita (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#24. Losing My Virginity by Sir Richard Branson (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#25. 4-Hours Work Week by Tim Ferriss (Productivity, New Life Style)

#26. The $100 Start-Up by Chris Guillebeau (Entrepreneurship)

#27. Change Your Thoughts Change Your Life by Dr.Wayne Dyer (Self-help)

#28. Talent is Overrated by Geoffrey Colvin (Science of Success / Productivity)

#29. The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg (Science of Success / Productivity)

#30. WINGS of FIRE by Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam (Autobiography & Inspirational) - One of my most favourite book.


1. Philosophy: The Open Society and Its Enemies of Karl R. Popper. Although those are two Volumes (I and II) the topic is the same. In the first Volume Karl Popper makes a brilliant analysis of ancient philosophers (Plato and Aristotle in particular) and how they influenced our culture till those day. In the second Volume Popper focuses on Hegel and Marx and how they influenced modern times ideologies. Although Popper is the only modern philosopher with a scientific approach the open society is a harsh critique to how those philosophers’ interpretation of the world lead eventually to the birth antidemocratic ideologies. Believe me when I say that this is one of the most mind-blowing texts ever written. In addition Popper’s style is very simple and captivating.

how did it change my life? Popper is one of the first philosophers which look at other philosophers with a skeptical eye. Once you read Popper you realize that also Plato and Aristotle were men and as such they made mistakes. Therefore, you don't take anything for given anymore.

2. Neuroscience:  Soft-Wired How the New Science of Neuroplasticity can change your life – Dr. Michael Merzenich PHD. This book is going to open your mind on how our brain actually works. You will see many myths that you believed true throughout your life bust in the pages of “Soft-Wired”. The book is brilliant since it explains the new scientific findings but also how to improve your life through neuroplasticity. It is really a guide on how to live.

how did it change my life? Adter reading Soft-wired my belief system shifted. I no longer believed to be a fixed individual. In other words I realized that DNA plays a dismal role compared to life and experience. And if you are willing to put the effort you can change yourself at any time in life. Empowering!

3. Non-Fiction: The Black Swan – Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Taleb is going to open your eyes on many topics and human biases. If you read this book carefully, eventually you will understand things about yourself and society in general that you did not notice before.

how did it change my life? It made me realize how humans are biased. Join the modern skeptics!

4. Fiction – The Divine Comedy – Dante Alighieri

Absolutely the best work ever written by any account. Dante Alighieri mixes fiction (he travels through hell, purgatory before reaching heaven) with history. Indeed in this fantastic journey he encounters many historical figures. His guide throughout this spiritual journey will be the Latin author Virgil that he defines as great master.

how did it change my life? Reading Dante is like going back in time and meeting many of the greatest ancient authors and mythological characters. It makes you discover a world that you did not have idea existed. Enlightening!

5. Autobiographies: Anwar El Sadat: In Search of Identity an Autobiography.

The amazing, inspiring and heroic personality, Sadat (former Egyptian president eventually assassinated) tells his story that seems more a tale than a real story. Sometimes reality exceeds fiction and this is one of those cases.

how did it change my life? Sadat story gave me strength. We realize that our everyday challenges are nothing compared to the ones Sadat had to face throughout his life.





 

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Let's hear a story then :D
It will be in DC universe. I will name this story- Superman: The Rise Of Indian Sun God
Okay, this is Earth 21 where Superman doesn't exist, atleast not yet :D
Let me start from the beginning. God wave is a cosmic force that came out of source wall to create new Gods and in the process creating other worldly God like Sun God Rao who later created earth and so many others planets in the universe and also was responsible for creating many Superheroes (meta humans) through out universe including earth.
Krypton was one of those Planet. Kryptonians at the beginning of their civilization were aware of Rao's presence but with times they forgot as Rao was disappeared from krypton. Noone knew Rao's presence or where would he be disappeared? As the time progress, Krypton became technologically superior planet in the universe. They soon thought Rao as another mythological superstition.
CC Batson and Marlyn Batson(incase you don't know they are parents of yet to born Shazam aka Captain Marvel aka Billy Batson) were world famous archeologist from America.
They came to India to research on old Konark's Temple in Orissa
They found a lot of wall drawings were similar to Australian aboriginal people's cave drawings about Sun God.
It was this mystery that got them hooked into this.
They were using some kind of radiation meter on the temple's wall. They were facinated to find out that it was giving same kind of radiation signal as it did in that Australian cave. But the difference was that in this case radiation levels were higher as if to say some kind of power source was inside the temple or under it.
Suddenly, an Indian police came running angrily and took their equipment from their hand and threw it away shouting, "Not permitted, not permitted"
CC said to him, "You aren't understanding, there's some of kind of power source under this temple....."
Indian Police said again, "Not permitted, go to the authority"
That equipment had electro magnetic system inside and as it clashed with temple's wall, it burst with strong electromagnetic waves of current.
It shook the ground.
The whole temple was shaking.
Suddenly, a bright light flew away towards sky by shaking everything.
It almost crashed into the sky and opened a portal or warm whole to a completely different part of universe, it came to planet Krypton and destroyed it's core and went inside the baby son of Jor El, the chief of science in krypton.
Jor El was shocked by this whole incident but was even more shocked looking the fact that Kal El was completely alright.
Suddenly, alarm bells were ringing.
Jor El found out that krypton was about to be destroyed.
Suddenly, he found out about the opened portal to another part of universe and also a blue planet, he sent an android robot to find out more.
In the meantime, everyone in krypton was looking for an way out but almost all the mother ship was destroyed.
One ship was remained which was owned by Jor El.
After getting all the necessary information about this blue planet called Earth, Jor El was preparing for departure with his wife and baby son but caught by other kryptonians.
But that mothership was limited, it couldn't take all the kryptonians so there was a huge battle between them, realising the eventual destruction of this mothership, Jor El send Kal El by small spaceship to earth as he knew Kal El would be able to survive in earth atmosphere infact he will be superior to local earth people because of their yellow solar system.
In earth-
There was a small-town named Satyavila outside the metropolitan city Kolkata.
A couple (Jonardon Sen and Mitali Sen) was doing a picnic in jungle area outside locality as it was romantic. They were childless so they were very romantic to each other to fill the gap in their relationship.
Suddenly, they saw a bright light came from the sky and crashed into the jungle destroying a number of threes in the jungle.
Both of them went there to see what was going on and they saw a boy child was smiling towards them holding a huge tree easily overhead!!!!
They said to each other, "Oh! My God, that's not human!!!"
But looking at the innocent smile on that boy's face they decided to bring him their home while hiding his little spaceship in a nearby cave in that jungle.
They decided to bring him up as their own.
He was named Arkya Sen. Arkya realised when he was growing up that he wasn't like other teenagers. He had abnormal strength, speed, durability and so many other ability.
But Arkya never wanted to have any powers, infact he used to be scared so that no-one could find out that he was freak
So he put in that extra bit of effort not to look anything but a human and simultaneously avoided using any of his powers and he got used to that and almost pretend to forget that he had this unnatural abilities.
Arkya just wanted a normal life.
He used to go to school and had fun with his friends, played Cricket with his friends and liked a girl who just moved in next door with her family.
She was two years older than Arkya and adult 18 years old. And she already had a boyfriend. Her name was Sana Ang, a North East Indian.
Pritam Roy was the best friend of Arkya and both of them used to spend a lot of time together. Pritam didn't know about his best friend's secret though as Jonardon asked Arkya not to disclose his identity to anyone expecting public panic.
One day-
Pritam said to Arkya, ", Come on man, you are aiming for too high, she is way out of your league plus she is senior and already has a boyfriend"
Arkya said, "I know but I can't help it man, I am thinking about her all the time"
Suddenly Mitali asked Arkya to go to Sana's house to welcome them with some sweets.
Pritam said to Arkya with a canny smile, "Ha, ha, as if you were not looking for any opportunities to go there!"
Both of them went there and knocked on the door and door opened and they saw a smiling Sana opened the door while talking on her tablet.
Arkya quickly said, "My mother is welcoming you and your family to our neighborhood and this is some sweets"
Sana just smiled at them and asked them to come in and then called her mother and went to her room.
Both Arkya and Pritam were bored talking to Sana's mom.
Later Pritam said, "She didn't even look at us, man, she was busy talking in her phone, probably with that guy she was going out, you have got no chance"
Arkya said, "I know, we are just two kids to her so no wonder she won't even look at us, okay, I will try to forget about her"
In few months later-
There was a huge storm in Satyavila.
Sana's house was damaged because of that.
Arkya said to Jonardon, "Dad, I can help them"
Jonardon said, "Okay, do whatever you can do but be very careful, remember noone should see you"
Suddenly, Sana's mom and Sana saw a blur came and before they realised what was going on, they saw themselves in Sen house.
Sana and her mom was shocked and asked to them, "What's going on?"
Both Jonardon and Mitali said to them that their house was damaged and they were unconscious because of some kind of accident related to this disaster so they brought them their home, they just woke up.
Sana and Sana's mom found this unbelievable but could not find any other explanation either so they kind of reluctantly accepted this
Arkya was smiling.
This was the first time, Sana actually noticed Arkya.
She said, "Hi! You are so cute, Arkya is your name, isn't it?"
Arkya shook his head affirmatively
They talked for a while and had fun.
As the time was progressing Arkya was discovering his kryptonian abilities one by one, he even went to that jungle to that hidden space ship to find out more about his origin but couldn't find much unfortunately.
One day Arkya decided to experiment with his powers by going to the house roof but he instead saw Sana was crying in their house roof.
Arkya asked her what happened
Sana said that she just broke up with her boyfriend.
Even though he liked that news but instead put on sad face and decided to console her.
They were spending more time together from here on.
One day Sana asked to Arkya directly, "Do you have a crush on me?"
Arkya decided to tell her everything
Sana was shocked hearing this and she said with a nice smile, "From the first day!!! I am flattered but you are just 16 years old and I am two years older than you!! And I never saw you anything more than that, I am very sorry, Arkya, but let's be true friend first"
Arkya thought to himself, "Damn, friend-zoned!!! But hey, what else was possible!??!"
One day, when Arkya was in his space ship, he saw a signal in his space ship's interface that was coming from North pole
He used his superspeed and quickly ran towards North pole and reached there after a while.
He saw another huge mothership crashed there.
It was that Android mothership which was sent by Jor El to investigate on Earth
In there, Arkya first time learnt about his kryptonian origin and everything else that associated with it.
He found a kryptonian attire.
He realised that it was different from any earth cloth as wearing it didn't feel like it could burn out when he was running in superspeed.
He tested that theory and proved right.
A few years later-
One day the whole Sen family went to the vacation in Orissa.
Konark's temple was on their bucket list as tourist spot.
When Arkya entered the temple, he suddenly realised something different about him, as every part of his body was charged up.
He didn't stay there for too long as he asked his parents to move on from that place so they went to next tourist spot.
That incident didn't feel right with Arkya as he started to research on Konark's temple.
He realised that long before that temple was made, it was considered a holy place by the locals, a place where Sun God presided which was the belief of the local people, so when a king built this unique sun temple on that place, it quickly turned into a huge tourist spot in mordern era.
As he was trying find out more about his kryptonian origin from that Android mothership, he pressed a button falsely which opened a portal to another part of universe, it was called phantom zone, it was a prison for most notorious criminals in Krypton. A kryptonian mothership came out of that
It was the mothership of war mongering General Zod of kryptonian army who wanted all the power to himself so he was fighting a war against Kryptonian regime.
But he lost and sent in the phantom zone by Zor El with General Zod's huge army and his mothership.
They quickly realised that Krypton was completely destroyed but then he tried to find out who opened the portal of phantom zone, he quickly find out from his mothership that the signal came from another part of the universe.
Zod realised that there could be a Kryptonian connection so all hope wasn't lost, they quickly journeyed towards that source and they found out about earth.
After landing on earth, they realised that earth's atmosphere was making them Superhuman.
They quickly discovered that Android mothership in North pole but could not open as it was needed a DNA signature of Jor El and if he tired to force open the mothership, it will self destroy.
Zod didn't want that as there was a technology in that Android mothership which could terra form the whole earth into Krypton's design.
He wanted this out of pure nostalgia and superior feelings of being a Kryptonian as he hated earth and his local lesser human beings and most importantly they were finding it hard to adapt with earth's atmosphere so quickly as it was uncomfortable to them
He realised either Jor El or his off spring might be living here on earth masking as human as the android mothership was opened before.
He quickly took control of earth's communication system and announced to give him the kryptonian that was living on earth as human beings otherwise he would destroy one country after another and also announced that earth's nuclear warheads were ineffective against them as Earth had no defense against them.
Arkya realised just what was coming, he was very very scared as he never expected anything like this.
As an example, Zod ordered them to destroy Himalayan Mountains.
Realising that so many will be dead, Arkya quickly put on his kryptonian attire and evacuated everyone from nearby places and saw Himalayan Mountains were decimated by a ray from the mothership. He couldn't stop himself, he absorbed the ray by himself.
This is first time infront of everyone, the whole world, Arkya made his debut as the rest of world saw with disbelief as one guy in a blue tight absorbing some kind of otherworldly force. Every media's focus was on this incident.
Arkya jumped towards that ship and punched to the sky and it flew away by its impact towards the sky.
In the head office of ABP news media house in Kolkata, chief editor, Prithvi Das, ordered everyone to focus on this story as he asked his investigative journalist Luci Jain to investigate on this.
In the next day all the headline were saying the same thing about this "Superhuman the Superman"
General Zod realised from this defeat that he needed to be more calculative as earth's atmosphere made him a God.
He decided to find out more about this guy himself hiding himself as another human being.
He quickly realised that this guy was treated as God on Earth, he was pretending as some kind of Superhero.
Zod smiled to himself and said, "Enjoy while you can, I am quickly destroying your God play"
He quickly found out everything about Arkya and his earth found family, about Sana and everything else.
Zod realised that this guy had a lot of weakness as he attached himself too much with these earth beings.
He didn't waste time anymore and knocked on the Sen house's door and as Arkya opened the door, Zod smiled at him and said, "Are you done playing this childish Superhero bullshit? Because I don't have time for your childish whim, help me open that Android mothership and I will let you go and I could have taken you DNA signature any time I wanted but that's not my style and I have nothing to fear in this world"
Arkya was taken aback by all this and said, "You are the one who attacked earth, isn't it?"
Zod said, "So you have brains then, okay, I am going to be straight forward with you, I know everything about you, and if you don't give me what I want then I will kill everyone you hold dear"
Arkya punched towards Zod and Zod quickly avoided that and caught his punch easily and said, "Surprised!!! Initially, it took a little more time to adjust but now I am figuring it out, all of your power comes from earth atmosphere, the yellow solar system, ha, ha, now we all are Gods, you can't stop anything this time"
A huge battle was started which was loosing by Arkya as despite his superpower, he wasn't a trained soldier like General Zod.
Arkya lost this battle and said, ", I will never open that mothership, so fuck you"
General Zod said, "Ha, ha, I will take your dead body if that's what needed to be done" in saying this he was beating the shit out of Arkya.
General Zod said, "You are feeling good about yourself, isn't it? Ha, ha, let's see how tough you can be when it comes to others" in saying this he ordered one of his Soldier to bring Sana
Arkya said, "No!! Don't hurt her"
Zod said, "It's up to you"
Arkya said, "Fuck you"
Zod said, "Fuck me???!!! Fuck me???!!! Do you think I won't do it, you idiot..." in saying this he snapped the neck of Sana
Arkya was shocked out of his mind seeing his love's sorry demise
Water was coming down from his eyes, as he shouted with all of his emotions, every part of his body was angry, suddenly, he found himself flying and feeling all kinds of abilities and strength that he never knew existed.
Zod smiled and said, "So we can fly also!!? How wonderful!!! Good for us!!! Ha, ha, don't be so dramatic, just open the mothership"
Arkya attacked Zod with his full might and said, "You monster, you pushed me too far, now you will feel the consequences"
After a huge battle and a lot of destruction in which Arkya completely destroyed the kryptonian spaceship and was winning.
Zod said to his army, "This is no joke, attack him together and hold him down" as they were also adapting to earth's atmosphere and discovering about their new found abilities.
Forty something Kryptonians hold Arkya down and Zod came smiling and came close to him and said, "You idiot, you are not some kind of Superhero to us, we are all kryptonians, we are all Gods here, you thought you can take a whole kryptonian army by yourself, you dumb idiot"
Arkya was like wild animal in a cage, he looked at Zod with tremendous anger and suddenly a ray beam came out of his eyes and damaged Zod's eye.
He flew away holding Zod and came to Konark's temple thinking that when he was last time here, he was feeling weak and uncomfortable, he was hoping for similar things to Zod as well
But in reality, things didn't turn out that way
as quickly Zod's eye was regenerating.
Zod smiled and said with tremendous arrogance, "This is the best you can do, you dumbass, you are going to die today"
Arkya was feeling helpless and weak in Konark's temple but Zod was completely unaffected.
He came to Arkya and took his heart out and said, "You Stupid arrogant fool, you gave your lives for these lesser beings, you deserve to be dead"
As Zod was preparing to use the heart of Arkya to open the mothership by using its DNA signature
Suddenly, he heard a familiar tone, "I think it's time for you to get back wherever the hell you came from"
Zod looked behind and saw Arkya was standing in the air and bright lights were coming out of his body. His eyes were white.
Zod said, "More new powers, I presume, good for us then"
Arkya smiled and said, "I don't think so, monster, you will find this quite surprising" in saying this he moved so fast and snapped Zod's neck and ripped apart every part of Zod's body and looking at Arkya and the horrible demise of Zod, their general, the kryptonian army flew away towards space and Arkya was feeling very tired, he became unconscious
When he woke up, he saw a huge tree like figure standing in front of him and said, "Never use this kind of cosmic power again, it can destroy earth itself, if you do I am going to be standing in your way"
Arkya saw himself in his normal state and asked about his identity
He said, "I am the God of green, I am known as Swamp Thing in the mythology, you attracted my attention as I normally don't concern myself with meta alien superhuman like yourself but you turned out to be quite different than that, you are a demi God, you have Sun God Rao's blood flowing in your vains, I believe you are last sole survival of that bloodline, you activated it's power when you were in Konark's temple, it was where Rao was resting for so many years, you will never use this power again, you could destroy universe with these powers" in saying this Swamp Thing disappeared
As Superman became more and more popular as he not only saved the earth from alien attack but also helped build the cities again and repaired all the damage
Jonardon and Mitali, both said to Arkya, "What are you going to do now, Arkya? Everyone saw your face now, it will be hard for you live now among us"
Arkya smiled and said, "Don't worry, I discovered another power of mine in which I can shape shift my appearance just enough to look completely different from my normal Superman avatar, I will remain in this look as Arkya Sen and when I have to be Superman, I will shape shift myself to my original look, by the way, I am applying for a new intern job in Kolkata in ABP newspaper under Lucy Jain"
Both of them said, "We are giving our blessings, Arkya, not that you needed it, stay safe, we are extremely proud of you, my son"
Arkya said to them, "Your blessings are more valuable to me than Sun God's bloodline, so keep giving me those, I will always be needing those" in saying this he flew away towards big metropolitan City Kolkata.
The End
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"Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation Dear Smruti Ranjaniji Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature. Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017. SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Books, my love! my most tangible friend! you are with me since childhood never betrayed me once even stood by me in moments of joy and despair, agony and apathy consoling and guiding me to my ultimate destination with mirth and glee Non like you non can be whenever I am in a fix I look at you you have answers to all my vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation and guide civilisations to its perfection you have in you the beauty and fragrance of the past the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre and everything one needs to go ahead on the path of life with ease and dignity When there was no internet, no telivsion no means of communication and radio was a luxury of the few you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise and instilled the urge in me to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion You nourished me all along taught me the spirit of tolerance and compromise, the value of being good to oneself and others and made me what I am a disciplined man with lots of love admiration and respect for others I never fumbled on the way in the manner I was socialised the values I inculcated paved me the way Today we have all the modern means of communication and the whole world at the door step but how incomplete and fragile our socialisation seems to be the way we were groomed in yester years with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet which is clearly evident from their attitude towards life, themselves and others in the midst of electronic gadgets the human touch of the books sadly missing and sadly missing is the simplicity of man, his love concern and respect for others The charm of you knows he who reads you with love and passion I will never let you die my friend! you are stil in the heart of my heart soul of my soul and will be there till I breathe my last copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017"

Here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but 
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have  comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my 
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio 
was a luxury of the few
you were there  providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and 
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step 
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love 
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend! 
you are stil in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

#here is the critical appreciation of my poem 'SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53' by non other than Prof Cijo Joseph Chennelil, eminent poet and Internationally acclaimed lierary critic in beautiful words.Thanks and gratitude sir for your wonderful words of appreciation

Dear Smruti Ranjaniji

Your poem titled"Something I Look at-53" extols rightly the glory and essence of book reading and its benefits to the yonder sky.Books are to be the constant companions of human beings,they can lead human beings into the world of imagination and aesthetic sensibility.When books are given primary importance in the life of human beings,things become more consolidated and firmed up for us,so that we can confront the daily realities of life with enthusiasm,excitement,pleasure and deeper comprehension.An association with books from childhood days can fill us with wonders and manifold positive possibilities.The books can furnish us with so many advantages such as the infusion of a creative mindset,a humane bent of mind,a lovely discerning attitude towards life in general,a compassionate stance towards fellow human beings,a sensitive mentality,a deep-rooted knowledge regarding various issues concerning the society,the acquisition of well-entrenched wisdom,the farsighted inclination towards various matters,the quest to follow the cherished principles of life,the intention to lead an upright life and an orientation towards a life of righteousness.Before all these present electronic gadgets came into the picture,the books had acted as avenues of real knowledge systems of the world.The books also bestow upon us positive vibes,disciplined life and egalitarian vision of life.Today we have everything but the human relationships have taken a beating like never before,the gap between our words and deeds has increased phenomenally,the physical boundaries are reduced but
the mental barriers have grown in a substantial fashion.Our value system has taken a battering and we reside in a society which gives less importance to the moralities and ethical principles of life because we don't have comprehensive and holistic accommodative attitude towards the needs of our fellow human beings,still in today's world the books can usher in a world of creative,aesthetic,artistic,imaginative and blissful nature to all of us.Kudos to you for composing such a poem of magnificent nature.

Written by Cijo Joseph Chennelil Associate Professor Kristu Jyoti College of Management and Technology Chethipuzha Changanassary Kottayam District Kerala India All Copyrights Reserved@ On 7th September 2017.

SOMETHING I LOOK AT-53
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY

Books, my love!
my most tangible friend!
you are with me since childhood
never betrayed me once even
stood by me in moments of
joy and despair, agony and apathy
consoling and guiding me to my
ultimate destination with mirth and glee

Non like you
non can be
whenever I am in a fix
I look at you
you have answers to all my
vexed questions, a panacea to all my ills
you carry truth and wisdom from generation to generation
and guide civilisations to its perfection
you have in you the beauty and fragrance
of the past
the knowledge of mankind, a road map for the present, a vision of the futre
and everything one needs to go ahead
on the path of life
with ease and dignity

When there was no internet, no telivsion
no means of communication and radio
was a luxury of the few
you were there providing me with all the knowledge, wisdom and expertise
and instilled the urge in me
to live life to the full with a purpose, love and passion

You nourished me all along
taught me the spirit of tolerance and
compromise, the value of being good
to oneself and others
and made me what I am
a disciplined man with lots of love
admiration and respect for others
I never fumbled on the way
in the manner I was socialised
the values I inculcated
paved me the way

Today we have all the modern means
of communication and the whole world
at the door step
but how incomplete and fragile
our socialisation seems to be
the way we were groomed in yester years
with classics like Ramayan and Mahabharat are far different from the
grooming of today's kids with telivision and internet
which is clearly evident from their attitude
towards life, themselves and others
in the midst of electronic gadgets
the human touch of the books
sadly missing and sadly missing is
the simplicity of man, his love
concern and respect for others

The charm of you knows he
who reads you with love and passion
I will never let you die
my friend!
you are still in the heart of my heart
soul of my soul and will be there
till I breathe my last

copyright@smrutiranjan 2.9.2017

3 Love

"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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What are the books that can change people's lives?


#1. The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho [Fable]



There are millions of Books but none like this one. This is a masterpiece in FOLLOWING YOUR DREAMS tale. This is the story of a boy who followed his dreams. You can understand everything about the Universe, Dreams, and Life in this one epic adventure. If you want to read one and only one book, then I would recommend this one only.

Two of the most powerful quotes from the book:

There is ONE GREAT TRUTH on this planet:
Whoever you are, or whatever it is that you do, when you want something, it is because that desire originated in the soul of the Universe. It is your mission on earth.

To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only real obligation. All things are one. When you want something; all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

#2. Think & Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill [Personal Development]



Napoleon Hill interviewed "40 millionaires" to discover the common thought processes and behavior that had led to their success. His study of these "best practices" was revolutionary in a world where it was largely assumed that great wealth resulted from a combination of greed and luck.

Best quote: "All the breaks you need in life wait within your imagination. Imagination is the workshop of your mind, capable of turning mind energy into accomplishment and wealth."

#3. Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Dr. Joseph Murphy [Mind Programming]



This book will unleash the hidden treasure in your mind. This book that can change you as a person and can re-program your personality and can attract anything and everything you want. Most importantly it is full of case studies and affirmative techniques that you can start using immediately. 'The Power of Your Subconscious Mind' will open a world of success, happiness, prosperity, and peace for you.

Best Quote: “As you sow in your subconscious mind, so shall you reap in your body and environment.”

#4. As A Man Thinketh by James Allen [Personal Development]



It's a classic written in 1902. It explains how your thoughts mold your personality, and how that personality drives you to take action and determines the type of action you'll take.

Best quote: "The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful visions of their solitary dreamers."

#5. The Secret By Rhonda Byrne [Law of Attraction]



Most people love this book, and some hate it. But this is the book that lights up more life than any other books in Self-help arena by unfolding the secret to the Universe. It holds the treasure to the Universal Law of Attraction. Read this book and it will help you in every area of life while keeping you motivated.

Many people hate this book also because they consider it like a one stop solution. Remember no book can change anyone’s life jut by reading but only with the consistent application, it shows the result. Moreover, read this book and the follow the next two books by Rhonda Byrne The Power & The Magic and together they will give you the real action plan to manifest your dreams. Millions and millions have changed their life with these three books only. So don't buy the negative feedback from anyone ..Read them and try it and see the result.

Best Quote: “Be grateful for what you have now. As you begin to think about all the things in your life you are grateful for, you will be amazed at the never-ending thoughts that come back to you of more things to be grateful for. You have to make a start, and then the law of attraction will receive those grateful thoughts and give you more just like them.”

#6. The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen R. Covey



Our habits build or break our life. This book will help you develop better habits

It also convinces you that acquiring them will make you a better person.

Best quote: "Sow a thought, reap an action; sow an action, reap a habit; sow a habit, reap a character; sow a character, reap a destiny."

#7. Awaken the Giant Within by Tony Robbins



This a masterpiece from Tony Robbins, which align emotional state and physical dynamics to bring any kind of transformation in life. Which is now more popularly known as NLP but this book will take you deep inside the process and how to apply in life to achieve a massive result.

Best quote: "If you can't, you must. If you must, you can."

“Live life fully while you're here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You're going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don't try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.”

#8. The Science Of Getting Rich by Wallace D. Wattles [Self-Help]



This book is a practical manual on how to program your mind, feelings and actions to become rich in life. And here rich not only means money but if you follow the same, you will become rich with happiness, health and love also.

#9. Psycho Cybernetics by Maxwell Maltz [Self-Help]



This is a very powerful book about Self-Image. There is no other Self-Help book as scientific as this. With tons of examples and case studies, this book is a treasure house of Action Plans to follow.

This is a book take deep dive into the power of imagination, relaxation and hold the secret to HIGH-PERFORMANCE in any field.

Best Quote: “A human being always acts and feels and performs in accordance with what he imagines to be true about himself and his environment...For imagination sets the goal ‘picture’ which our automatic mechanism works on. We act, or fail to act, not because of ‘will,’ as is so commonly believed, but because of imagination.”

#10. Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield & Mark Victor Hansen (Inspirational Stories)



Chicken Soup for the Soul is a collection of motivational essays and true stories about ordinary people’s lives, compiled by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. After 144 publishers had rejected the book, it was finally accepted by a small firm, and became a roaring success. You will love the inspirational tales, and it will serve as a daily motivation at the times of difficulties.

Chicken Soup series one of the highest selling books ever and only Harry Potter series has surpassed their sales volume.

Apart from the above ten books with details, I am listing the list of other books with title, and I believe you will explore them:

#11. How to Win & Influence People by Dale Carnegie (Self-Help)

#12. The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle (Inspirational & Spiritual)

#13. The Power by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#14. The Magic by Rhonda Byrne (Law of Attraction)

#15. Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki (Self-help & Personal Finance)

#16. You Can Heal Your Life by Luis Hay (Self-Help & Wellbeing)

#17. The Success Principles by Jack Canfield (Inspirational)

#18. Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Milman (Inspirational & Memoir)

#19. You can Win by Shiv Khera (Self-Help)

#20. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari by Robin Sharma (Inspirational & Fable)

#21. Autobiography of a Yogi (Autobiography/Inspirational)

#22. Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson (Biography, Entrepreneurship)

#23. Made in Japa by Akio Morita (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#24. Losing My Virginity by Sir Richard Branson (Autobiography, Entrepreneurship)

#25. 4-Hours Work Week by Tim Ferriss (Productivity, New Life Style)

#26. The $100 Start-Up by Chris Guillebeau (Entrepreneurship)

#27. Change Your Thoughts Change Your Life by Dr.Wayne Dyer (Self-help)

#28. Talent is Overrated by Geoffrey Colvin (Science of Success / Productivity)

#29. The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg (Science of Success / Productivity)

#30. WINGS of FIRE by Dr.APJ Abdul Kalam (Autobiography & Inspirational) - One of my most favourite book.


1. Philosophy: The Open Society and Its Enemies of Karl R. Popper. Although those are two Volumes (I and II) the topic is the same. In the first Volume Karl Popper makes a brilliant analysis of ancient philosophers (Plato and Aristotle in particular) and how they influenced our culture till those day. In the second Volume Popper focuses on Hegel and Marx and how they influenced modern times ideologies. Although Popper is the only modern philosopher with a scientific approach the open society is a harsh critique to how those philosophers’ interpretation of the world lead eventually to the birth antidemocratic ideologies. Believe me when I say that this is one of the most mind-blowing texts ever written. In addition Popper’s style is very simple and captivating.

how did it change my life? Popper is one of the first philosophers which look at other philosophers with a skeptical eye. Once you read Popper you realize that also Plato and Aristotle were men and as such they made mistakes. Therefore, you don't take anything for given anymore.

2. Neuroscience:  Soft-Wired How the New Science of Neuroplasticity can change your life – Dr. Michael Merzenich PHD. This book is going to open your mind on how our brain actually works. You will see many myths that you believed true throughout your life bust in the pages of “Soft-Wired”. The book is brilliant since it explains the new scientific findings but also how to improve your life through neuroplasticity. It is really a guide on how to live.

how did it change my life? Adter reading Soft-wired my belief system shifted. I no longer believed to be a fixed individual. In other words I realized that DNA plays a dismal role compared to life and experience. And if you are willing to put the effort you can change yourself at any time in life. Empowering!

3. Non-Fiction: The Black Swan – Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Taleb is going to open your eyes on many topics and human biases. If you read this book carefully, eventually you will understand things about yourself and society in general that you did not notice before.

how did it change my life? It made me realize how humans are biased. Join the modern skeptics!

4. Fiction – The Divine Comedy – Dante Alighieri

Absolutely the best work ever written by any account. Dante Alighieri mixes fiction (he travels through hell, purgatory before reaching heaven) with history. Indeed in this fantastic journey he encounters many historical figures. His guide throughout this spiritual journey will be the Latin author Virgil that he defines as great master.

how did it change my life? Reading Dante is like going back in time and meeting many of the greatest ancient authors and mythological characters. It makes you discover a world that you did not have idea existed. Enlightening!

5. Autobiographies: Anwar El Sadat: In Search of Identity an Autobiography.

The amazing, inspiring and heroic personality, Sadat (former Egyptian president eventually assassinated) tells his story that seems more a tale than a real story. Sometimes reality exceeds fiction and this is one of those cases.

how did it change my life? Sadat story gave me strength. We realize that our everyday challenges are nothing compared to the ones Sadat had to face throughout his life.





 

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