.GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI, INVENTOR OF THE INDIAN MONSOON TIME SCALE I am the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale, proposed&designed by me in 1991 to study the Indian monsoon and its weather problems and natural calamities in advance and it was published by all world journals.But our India was not recognize me. Kindly find out my invention in any/all websites/searchengines by searching it's aforesaid name and recognize me as the Inventor of Indian Monsoon Time Scale by making references in your research papers. Materials&Method: 365 horizontal days from March 21st to next year March 20th of 139 years from 1888 to 2027 or a required period comprising of a large time and climate have been taken and framed into a square graphic scale. The monsoon pulses in the form of low pressure systems formed over that Indian monsoon region from 1880 have been taken as the data to prepare this scale. Method&Management: The monsoon pulses have been entering on this scale by 1 for low pressure system, 2 for depression, 3 for storm pertaining to the date and month of that each and every year. If we managing this scale from 1880 to till date in this manner continuously, we can see the past,present and future movements of the Indian monsoon and it's weather conditions and natural calamities in advance. Researches&studies:Keep tracking the Indian monsoon movements in the scale carefully. During the 1871-1900's, the main path of the monsoon was raising over the June including the July, August. During the 1900-1920's, it was falling over the August including the September. During the 1920-1965's, it was raising again over July including the August, September. During the 1965-2004's, it was falling over the September. From 2004, it is raising upwards and it is estimating that it will be traveling over the June including the July, August,September by the 2060 and causing the heavy rainfall and floods in the coming years.. Study&Discussion: Let's now study and analyze the information recorded on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale with the rainfall and other weather data available from 1871 to till date, During the period the period of 1871-2015, there were 19 major flood years:1874,1878,1892,1893,1894,1910,1916,1917,1933,1942,1947,1956,1959,1961,1970,1975,1983,1988,1994. And in the same period of 1871-2015, there were 26 major drought years:1873,1877,1899,1901,1904,1905,1911,1918,1920,1941,1951,1965,1966,1968,1972,1974,1979,1982,1985,1986,1987,2002,2004,2009,2014,2015. Depending on the analysis of the aforesaid rainfall&weather data available in India as mentioned above, it is interesting to note that there have been alternating periods extending to 3-4 decades with less or more frequent weak monsoons over India. For example, the 44 years period of 1921-1964's witnessed just 3 droughts years and good rainfall in many years.This is the reason that when looking at the monsoon time scale you may notice that during 1920-1965's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been raising over the July,August, September in the shape of concave direction and resulting good rainfall and floods in more years. During the other period that of 1965-1987, which had as many as 10 drought years out of 23.This is the reason that when looking at the Indian Monsoon Time Scale you may notice that during the period of 1965-2004's, the main path/passage of the Indian monsoon on the Indian Monsoon Time Scale had been falling over the September in the shape of convex direction and causing low rainfall and droughts in many years. Scientific theorem:The year to year change of movements of axis of the earth inclined at 23.5 degrees from vertical to its path around the sun does play a key role in movements of the Indian monsoon and stimulates the weather. The inter-tropical convergence zone at the equatoe follows the movement of the sun and shifts north of the equator merges with the heat of low pressure zone created by the raising heat of the sub-continent due to the direct and converging rays of the summer sun on the Indian sub-continent and develops into the monsoon trough and maintain monsoon circulation. Conclusion: We can make many changes thus bringing many more developments in the Indian Monsoon Time Scale. GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI Email me: girlapati@aol.com WhatsApp me: 91 6305571833

I am an unfortunate Indian scientist subjected to negligence racism,discrimination. Governments and organizations didn't support&provide research opportunities to me.I built a small lab at my house and over a 10000 researches and studies have been conducted on weather problems&natural calamities and more than 1000 research papers are prepared and published.Mainly I have formulated the BASICS OF GLOBAL MONSOON TIME SCALES, IRLAPATISM-A NEW HYPOTHETICAL MODEL OF COSMOLOGY, GEOSCOPE,INDIAN MONSOON TIME SCALE.I am now making my life's last journey with hopelessness&sickness.Find out my researches in all websites by searching it's aforesaid names or GANGADHARA RAO IRLAPATI and bring me into light by making references in your publications.

Wow everyone, the book is almost ready and I am very excited! I cannot wait to see my book in a complete book format! I am very excited and can't wait! Here is my Landing page for Viktor! Hope you like it?! Julie Ann :) https://julietrentin.weebly.com/

Today, I read a small introduction to a webinar I am taking through Friesen Press and it told me that I am an Authorpreneur. The term is very unique to me and it made me feel like my life long writing career has become just that, a legitimized career. I have been an Entrepreneur since the age of four with my first lemonade stand out side my parents house. I've always known I was a business minded person and today my writing career has really solidified it's position in my life. I am so overjoyed because the job part finally feels real and to be so open to the world is such an amazing and overwhelming feeling. I am humbled by this new experience. This is truly an amazing moment. In the next post, I'll have some examples of my work for You. My exciting novel "Viktor, Into the Light" will be coming out in the summer of 2020 and my Thanks goes to Friesen Press for making this lifelong dream come true. Viktor, called an "epic" good versus evil story by Friesen Press excites me to tell you about it. He's sexy and moral. He discovers a few things about his family and longs for one of his own. Look for it in the Friesen Press bookstore or eBooks and give a copy to your staff, friends, mother, sister, or your aunties. Viktor is a satisfying read for anyone 14+. Well, I'll post some examples of my work for you now. See you in the next post. Julie Ann

Good Day, Wow wee has time just flown by. This summer I spent my time re-writing my manuscript for the editors. My book Viktor, Into the Light will be out sometime in the summer of 2020 and I am delighted to share this exciting moment in my life with you. I am just thrilled that my dream is on the precipice of coming true! Publishing one of my books and having it made into a real book is so exciting for me.I have waited 40 years for this moment in my life and now it is finally happening for me! This is just wonderful! The whole experience of writing Viktor has been quite magical and inspirational. Since 2014 I have written 5 books, with Viktor being my first for publication. I hope you all have something exciting going on in your lives that just brings you pure joy! Have a wonderful time dancing through life. Look for my book; it will make a great gift for someone you love. Thank you for your time! God Bless, Julie Ann

RHYTHM OF ANCIENT SONGS AND BEAT OF AFRICAN PRAISE POETRY My birth is a metaphor of bullet-traces and the ironic verse of Leninist style-songs for black liberation that reverberated the grey-mist clad red-mountains of home – Zimbabwe. My birthing was a stitch between the thud of war-time guns and a heave of pungwe jives. Young women of my mother's age were volunteer maids during the traumatic but zeal-oiled Chimurenga times, cooking and washing for the cadres of liberation. Chimurenga songs sung by these war-ironed peasant mothers and bullet-toughened collaborators in the red-hills of Wedza. These Mother-guerrillas endured the hard throbs of grenades and the thrash of midnight-rains in those village hills alongside bushy male combatants. They learnt the soprano of the gun and the tenor of death.These were heaven-echoing struggle hymns. On the day of my birth, heavy rains rattled the winter-crusted red-earth. Rivers sobbed with heaven's tears and sorrows of war. That grueling night, swarms of collaborators were moved from one base to another, my earthly goddess was among those pilgrims of war. …her heartbeat thrilled my tender ears and her blood-ripples lulled my faint soul to sleep. And somy foetus spirit rode along with waves of echo and beat of verse. Ingenuity. I am the blessing of the trip, the child of war song and rain. A mystery. I am a child of song. I was birthed during the exodus. That rebel's war was characterized by death, wailing, stampede, bravery, shallow-graves, song and continuous walking. A trailblazing Africa reality show. My earthly goddess was a dedicated collaborator, volunteer and songstress. She carried freedom in the sacred cave of her womb. After their strange overnight long walk to freedom base of Mbirashava – rains ceased fire, war-drums paused and their echoes got trapped into the blankets of early day mist. Then came my birth cry they say like an exclamation engraved on the yellow-disc of the smoke-bruised African sun. Claws of dawn caressed the sorrow-soaked red-hills. My goddess wriggled in a thick volcano of red-clay mud, ochre-red blood and dead grass. Her womb groaned from labor pangs and suddenly the wind was cold. June dared the earth and everything in it. Cold-winds whined ferociously to disobedient flora and delinquent vultures. Winter, fast clicking a pause button to the jungle's daily festivals. I was born. Cadres and collaborators dribbled a liberation jive for my homecoming. They called me Gandanga. I was initiated into this earth by the alto of howling winter-winds, baritones of barking-baboons and the ease soprano of hooting-owls. A child of song. I was introduced to the festival of sounds, loud and low, good and bad, discordant and beautiful. Upon arriving at the village homestead, the earth trembled, the air got electric with ululations. My paternal grandmother fervently recited a traditional totemic praise poem. “Chirasha, Chikandamina, Weshanu uri pauta, Mavsingo a Govere, Vari Zimuto, Mukwasha waMambo, Vakafura bwe rikabuda ropa” A lone drum thrilled them into the audience into another dancing routine. The echo of the tinkling drum resonated with the beat of my grandmother's recitations. They said that my eyes winked in response to their merriment. Even up to this day, I beat my chest with pride to that ceremonial reception performed by an elder qualified to be my ancestor. My old singer-grandmother usually bundled me behind her old but steely back. Lullabies caressed me into dreamland until my goddess returned from her daily errands. I was raised by extraordinary songs, sweet and mellow to every infant's senses. I enjoyed the ear-tickling ancient poetry. They say I slept to the rhythm of that beautiful lullaby. My grandmother was Gogo in African – she would fall asleep too. Mother returned from the red-clay fields to find us under the watch of spirits and snores. After some weeks my umbilical cord wilted and fell. They buried it under the hearth near the main fireplace. Thus how we are bonded by our departed clan spirits. And so I grew up in a highly strict African traditional clan. My father and fellow clansmen brewed ceremonial beer for traditional rites. They supplicated to ancestral gods to end life-tormenting ailments, ravaging hunger, abject poverty and bad omen. Their usual incarnations, totemic praise's performances cultivated the griot in me. Praise and protest poetry became my official language. After my umbilical cord rites, my father gave me a name. He named me after the most powerful battalion of Tshaka Zulu, a battalion that never lost even a single battle – Imbizo.

Once when I was working on my public group on a social network, I found a quotation of Nadeya Yasminska, a Belorussian writer, ‘Each of us faced a miracle... on the other side of a book.' We all know about the influence of books on a person, the importance of reading and the value of literature. However, I searched through the Internet to find some real stories about how books had changed people lives. I faced a lot of information. I read the stories about how books had helped to change a profession and to change a person himself; thanks to a book, someone had become a vet, someone had found bravery to start a business and someone had defeated the disease; I faced too many stories about how a book had helped to build relations and even one story about how it had destroyed them… I asked myself, whether I had a special book that had made an influence on my life and me. As long as I can remember, I was fond of literature starting with the fairy tales that firstly I was read by my mother and completing with the novel that I finished last week. Nevertheless, to a certain moment it was difficult to me to choice one book that would be really special. The situation was changed in 2016, a year when there was born a book, about which I want to tell. This story started at the beginning of 2016 when a famous Ukrainian poet, the chief editor of ‘The Dnipro', and the founder of the web-site ‘Poetry Club' Evgen Uhnytsya proposed to take part in creating a book of poems devoted to women. The book was planned to be published prior to the 8th of March when in Ukraine the International Women's Day was celebrated. They announced a competition. I found the announcement by accident and decided to participate. By that time, I had written poems, but I hadn't had any one about a woman. Therefore, I started my work purposely for the competition. Once Anna Akhmatova, a famous Russian poet, was asked a question of whether it is difficult to write poetry. She smiled and answered, ‘What's difficult when it is dictated!' When I wrote my poem, it was the same mystery. I finished the work in less than half an hour, sent my poetry to organizers of the competition, and began to wait for a response. It was the beginning of February when I received a letter. My poem was selected for publishing. Of course, this news made me happy, but, at the same time, I was afraid. What if it is some mistake? What if the organizers will change their mind? What if there will arise some problems with publishing? Oh, there were so much different ‘what ifs' that I could not believe in my happiness. However, there were not any mistakes or problems, and the book with no less poetic title than its poetry ‘The Poetry Inspired by a Woman' was released as planned with my poem ‘A Woman in Love is Beautiful' printed on its pages. Maybe it is a proof that we live in the 21st century that, while my book was delivered to me, I had already known what to post on my page on a social network after receiving it. ‘A little of bravery and very much inspiration, excitement while waiting for a letter from a publishing house and sudden joy when at last I received a wishful message on my e-mail, then – some time while a book was being published, still quite a bit of waiting for the delivery by “Ukrposhta”… And here it is. Happiness. The book that contains my poem… Once again, I was made sure that the main is to believe in a dream and to have bravery for venturing to realize it,' with these words, I shared the happiness with my friends. I thanked to everybody who believed in me. ‘The happiness is worth to be dreamt about it,' there was a conclusion. It is my story. An ordinary book became a wonder for me. Thanks to this happenstance, I really found the faith in my work. Writing was not my profession, but, after this first publication, I remembered about my pending novel and finished it. I do that I love and I love that I do. Probably every reader has his favorite books that are in some way special for him. At the same time, every book means something for its author. No matter how large the publication is – it is a poem in a collection or a whole novel – it is not just some pages with a cover, but it is something of much more importance. Inspiration, ideas, work, excitement, joy – all of these stands behind every page with text printed on it. After all, there is a prize – an amazing feeling when printing ink сovers pages and a new book is born. Is it not a miracle for both readers and authors? I think it is. An idea of an author through a publishing house comes to a reader. A book is a microcosmos that is wonderful. A book is a special guest that brings inspiration to someone's life. A book is a dream – a dream that from some moment can be read.

When I was younger, I felt like I needed everything.. and everything needed to be extraordinary. I had so many lives in mind for myself, I could never choose which one I wanted. "Greatness" was such a selective thing to me back then.. It would be a lifetime before I realized that there are too many kinds of greatness for me to be able to explain what "greatness" meant to me. There, I had found my talent. My ability to see the greatness in all things. My passion to bring greatness out of a story, even if it wasn't mine. My love for finding greatness in what I never knew could be. It is in this life, I get to live through many different eyes, through many different stories. Through success and mediocrity. Through both sorrow and accomplishment. It is in this life that I became part of something much bigger than myself. It is in this life that I live extraordinarily.