For about a month now I have realized and understood that my quest for gaining knowledge of all kinds is uncontrollable and is also affecting the way my days are spent and add to it my transitions from heedlessness to faithlessness, from a dark room with one faded window to a dark dungeon with no outlets the situation could well influence the coming days and could decay my abilities and their possibilities. What would I do, if I could do all I can? Therefore I have devised a plan to organise all that I want to know primarily, in fact exclusively by reading. I have known for months that being a successful businessman or having a good job and earning good money is not the only thing I want. I remember my friend S telling me back in college what I wanted with my life and it was exactly true in those times. He said, ‘I know what you want and I see you in a tall building facing the beach in Australia, your office having clear view of the sea outside and you standing there in your office and gazing at the girls below. You want a great job and a wife as beautiful as a fairy.’ I hated him for speaking the truth.
That was solely an aim years ago. But there is evolution of a mind. Now I want to know the world as it deserves to be known; as the words, which shattered the mountains and caused them immense fear want you and me to know.