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#DontBeaPriestBeaCM

We have voted for you to be a CM, not a priest. I was shocked to learn that Andhra Pradesh's Government has spent rupees of 4 thousand crores on Krishna Pushkaralu. What do you think? Whose money was that? That was not at all your money. That wasn't only Hindu's money. That was also Muslims, Christians, and many others' money. Then, how can you spend the taxpayers' money on a specific Hindu ritual? One should keep all their spiritual beliefs at home before occupying a CM's position. Many villages like ours still need roads, and the government is spending a lot of money to promote spiritual baths. We got to see on RTC buses saying, "Come and take dips in Pushkaralu and wash away your sins." How many dips in Godavari Pushkaralu will bring back the lives of more than 29 people who were killed in the stampede soon after you have left the place very safely with your loved family? Who are you to promote a spiritual bath? Please be a CM, not a priest. I...

చిన్నన్న My Farming Mentor

Those were my pre-schooling days spending in my village and farm. There used be one person working in my farm and he is Chinnanna my farming mentor. He told me many stories and taught me how to do farming works. One day I’ve killed one small ant which was on my hand. He told me that I would go to hell as I’ve killed the ant and started describing the hell. I was scared off and kept on crying. Then he himself gave me a solution. He asked me to go home and take bath and offer a coconut to the God asking for forgiveness. I went to my mamma and told her with tears that I wanted to take bath again. She started laughing at me for my childishness. But, I was very adamant. At last, she bathed me and called Chinnanna to climb the coconut tree which was nice and tall for the coconut. After around 27 years, neither the coconut tree exists nor Chinnanna exists. Coconut tree died naturally, but not Chinnanna. He committed suicide recently. That made me to recall those memories spent ...