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One of my friend Saket, sent me this article and I thought to share this page which inspired & motivated me.

Even I was lucky to get shortlisted at Google, Bangalore but it was a matter of experience level which was a reason for my failure. May be another day “I’m feeling lucky” would be my next note :)

Meet Naga Naresh Karutura ; he just passed out of IIT Madras in Computer Science and has joined Google in Bangalore.

You may ask, what’s so special about this 21-year-old when there are hundreds of students  passing from various IITs and joining big companies like Google?

His parents are illiterate. He has no legs and moves around in his powered wheel chair. He is ever smiling , full of spirit & optimistic. Naresh feels ‘he is lucky’.

Childhood in a village:

I spent the first seven years of my life in Teeparru, a small village in Andhra Pradesh, on  the banks of the river Godavari . My father Prasad was a lorry driver and my mother  Kumari, a house wife. Though they were illiterate, my parents instilled in me and my elder  sister (Sirisha) the importance of studying.

Looking back, one thing that surprises me now is the way my father taught me when I was in the 1st and 2nd standards. My father would ask me questions from the text book, and I would answer them. At that time, I didn’t know he could not read or write but to make me happy, he helped me in my studies!

Another memory that doesn’t go away is the floods in the village and how I was carried on top of a buffalo by my uncle. I also remember plucking fruits from a tree that was full of thorns.

I used to be very naughty, running around and playing all the time with my friends.. I used to get a lot of scolding for disturbing the elders who slept in the afternoon. The moment they started scolding, I would run away to the fields!

I also remember finishing my school work fast in class and sleeping on the teacher’s lap!

January 11, 1993, the fateful day :

On the January 11, 1993 when we had the sankranti holidays, my mother took my sister and me to a nearby village for a family function. From there we were to go with our grandmother to our native place. But my grandmother did not come there. As there were no buses that day, my mother took a lift in my father’s friend’s lorry. As there were many people in the lorry, he made me sit next to him, close to the door.

It was my fault; I fiddled with the door latch and it opened wide throwing me out. As I fell, my legs got cut by the iron rods protruding from the lorry. Nothing happened to me except scratches on my legs.

The accident had happened just in front of a big private hospital but they refused to treat me saying it was an accident case. Then a police constable who was passing by took us to a government hospital.

First I underwent an operation as my small intestine got twisted. The doctors also bandaged my legs. I was there for a week. When the doctors found that gangrene had developed and it had reached up to my knees, they asked my father to take me to a district hospital. There, the doctors scolded my parents a lot for neglecting the wounds and allowing the gangrene to develop. But what could my ignorant parents do?

In no time, both my legs were amputated up to the hips.

I remember waking up and asking my mother, where are my legs? I also remember that my mother cried when I asked the question. I was in the hospital for three months.

Life without legs :

I don’t think my life changed dramatically after I lost both my legs. Because all at home were doting on me, I was enjoying all the attention rather than pitying myself. I was happy that I got a lot of fruits and biscuits.

“He never wallowed in self-pity'”

When I myself met with an accident on 02-Jan-2011,  I never thought I could write/type. Big thanks to my friends Arvind Kumar Vyas and Rakesh Kadarla who ran up/down at Manipal Hospital, Bangalore for my quick recovery. Today I’m touched by Naga Naresh Karutura ; if he can life his life without legs then why can’t I live with injured palms and foot.

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