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/* 
 * Medical research lab. 
 * Phd - student. 
 * microbe - analyze its life cycle. 
 * If you start a microbe colony with a single microbe - it is growing extremely fast compared to other microbes. He want to understand and estimate growth provided there is enough resoruces for continous growth. 
 * Microbe - corm - reproduces via corms. 
 * First day it generates "3" corms. ==> For next three days it generates "3" each day. ==> Each corm will become another microbe in a day - on the same day it is born. 
 * After "3" days --> the corm will generate "2" new corms for next two days. 
 * after five days (3 + 2) cycle repeats. 
 * It dies after 51 days. 
 * Each corm starts following same cycle on the day they are born. They don't reproduce on the same day, but they will add "3" more micros from next day on-wards.
 
 ** After 365 days, how many corms will be there in the colony.  
** TODO: Make this post a little better. 
** TODO: Write  solution(s)
*/

July 26, 2024 కవిత్వం · తెలుగు

రూమీ -౩

నేఁ చెప్పాల్సిందంతా ఇంతే,
ఆపై అంతా నీలోనేఁ.

ఇంకా చీకటి తడుతుంటే,
మరింత తపించు.

ఆ తపస్సే నీకు దివిటీ

July 19, 2024 Literature · Poetry

Old man on deathbed

Met an old man
on deathbed.

He smiled with grace,
and said with conviction.

"Time is the only currency -
Love is the only worthy pursuit."

I never forgot,
I never understood,
until this day.

Now,
the golden
silver clouds
are all gone.

Sun,
is shining bright.

Alas! too late for me!!
Maybe not of you.

July 12, 2024 కవిత్వం · తెలుగు

వలస పక్షి ఆగకుండా ఎగిరి - సముద్రాలు దాటి
అలసి సొలసి ఆశగా చేరి - తరు తీరానికి
గూడు కోసం ఆనాటి జాగా - ఎరుకలేని
మేటైన మిద్దెల శ్రేణుల వాసిగా - మూన్నెళ్లలో మారి
చూసి, అవాక్కై, నమ్మలేక - సంద్రమంత బాధతో
నాలుగు వలయాలు వేసి - కన్నీరు కరిపించి
ఊపిరి ఉగ్గవెట్టి - ఉసూరున ఎగిరి దిశలేక
మరో ఓటి జాగకై చూస్తూ - ఏరు దాటింది.

తరాల చిరునామా తెగిపొయింది. కాలం ఒక బాణం -
ముందుకేగాని, వెనక్కు సాగదదిగదా.

July 5, 2024 కవిత్వం · తెలుగు

రూమి – ౨

కల్లంలో చీమలా,
ఎల్లంతా మోస్తూ,
చల్లంగా వున్నాంగా!

June 28, 2024 Literature · Poetry

I am at Nirvana

In the beginning -

I was a white paper,
majestic, white and pleasing.

I was filled with ink of multitudes of colors,
crushed between two hot sheets.
My whole body was burning,
like in a hot coal fire -
but without any smog or soot.

Then, I was looked upon
examined by disappointed eyes,
Crumbled, fumbled and tumbled.

Then, I flew into lazy river,
wet, cold, damp, squishy.

Finally,
I am at Nirvana.
now I lost myself.
no longer exists as me,
rather just part of the flow.

June 25, 2024 Gardening · Hobbies