A for apple

An apple a day keeps doctor away.But how can a apple alone keep a doctor away?Are those doctors fools to suggest us medicines instead of prescribing an apple?If apple alone can be a medicine,every one can be a doctor.But ironically the proverb goes like this "an apple  a day keeps doctor away". Of course apple has vitamin c contents,phenolic contents which digests cholesterol ,acts on tooth decays and has substances acting against Alzheimer's disease.Then the proverb should go like this "an apple a day keeps the dentist,neurologist and fat doctor away".But to keep all the doctors  away is too much to ask from an apple.How can a patient with cancer thwart it by eating an apple every day?

OK lets tone down the meaning a little.Lets assume that the apple a day can keep doctor away mean that an apple a day makes the diet balanced.But it also doesn't make sense too.How come single serving of a fruit complete a diet when we need carbohydrates,proteins,fats(which are particularly low in fruits)minerals,all vitamins in the particular amount to have a balanced diet.Even then the proverb should have gone like this an apple plus the complementary foods to balance the diet can keep the doctor away".Again going back to the original and true meaning.A balanced diet is very much required as food is the best medicine if had in the right amounts.But what about the diseases caused by  ,genetic disorders,accidents.How can a apple or even a balanced diet keep the doctor away in those things.Then the proverb should go like this "an apple plus the complementary foods to balance the diet can keep the doctor away except for incidences of genetic disorders,accidents,or hygienic disorders beyond the control of the immune system"

But there is another proverb."live and let live".According to this proverb every one should get their chance to live and prosper.Assuming the apple proverb is true ,where will the doctor go for their living.Over the years doctors have made miracles,found life saving ,life producing protocols.They are next to god.But how do we get the heart to ditch our gods for a serving of fruit.This is totally unacceptable.

what if the proverb maker was gadget freak.what if he had foreseen the invention of Apple products.No it can't be it.apple products are in no way going to keep the doctor away.They have many chances of making their users obese and fall sick to many other diseases.So i rule out this possibility.

Economically speaking apple is a costly fruit.There are millions of people who are even below the Rs 32 per day cutoff.How can they afford an apple every day.They cant afford the medical expenses due to the diseases which follow. Shouldn't the apple be replaced with a affordable fruit like   banana or tomato.?What will vendors of other fruits do when all people are after apple?#just asking mother nature.

I am not here to make any point.This was just a comical analysis of a proverb.Last thing I want is an apple vendor abusing me in my blog.But I welcome accolades and praises from doctors for me  taking up their cause.And i also advise all the proverb makers not to exaggerate a proverb  just for sounding precise because there are people who take it as it is!!:)

This is a part of April A-Z challenge.My topic is kindergarten education.wait for B for ball.

Women's day special !!

My vision for women in Chennai!!

Let me start with some fun things :

-A woman who doesn't hit his brother and start crying .

-A woman who accepts defeat in a board game.

-A woman who shops in ten minutes.

-A woman who doesn't flatter her father and winning him from his brother. 

-A woman who does watch films for its artistic value rather than for the khans in it.

-A woman who does not like vampires.

-A woman who buys a diamond ring for her fiance.

Wouldn't all this be a sight!!

The three most influential women in my life:

My mother for sure has been the most influential person from day 1 of my life.She decided my body temperature.She decided my school.She decided my wardrobe.Helped me crack school.Gave me the maturity I need to take my decisions and left me alone(freedom).The judicious decisions she takes during crisis,calmness with which she handles situations,the anger she  shows when people are wrong,the politeness with which she handles people at work and ultimately her art of prioritizing-the way she juggles family and work striking perfect balance are perfect examples of how one should live her life.With all these lessons from her I'm pretty sure I'll be able to survive even the white house pressure like a piece of chocolate.

Long time back,my baby sister and I were in the officially allowed period for innocent physical fights.

Even with my menacingly strong arms and her surprisingly tiny stature she never used to get threatened when I called her for a combat for the ultimate right to the remote.I don't know if its her moral will or my father's support. Its the same till now.Never does she succumb to pressure.

After my grandfather left,in the middle of a family crisis regarding properties, the intelligence,sagaciousness, and diplomacy my grandmother practiced to restore peace in the family could as well be a lesson for an Indian diplomat to Pakistan.

Growing up in the presence of all these women has never given me a chance  to see women even a toad less than men.Never has my mother asked me to give up something for my sister just because she is a girl.My father always called my sister vada poda like a boy. This upbringing of me has always made me raise my hand against those reservation made for women considering they are the weaker sex.In bus  ,when a male gives a seat to a woman out of respect,the man has the upper hand.But when the female refuses it and stands on her allocated side , equality is restored.When women stay smug for 33%,its weakness.but when they go fighting for the 100% on their own,that is equality.I accept .All these reservations are aimed to up-bring the lives of women in the lower echelons of society.I am not saying this should happen now.These are just my vision for the future.Its also time they hit the gym and martial art classes not expecting another man to save her at times of danger during her fun time with night!I envision a society which does not consider women of the age group 18 to 24 as a burden and let them explore the world after their graduation and let them decide when to settle down and just not tie them up with some one just because they have reached twenty five. I envision a society where the costs of marriage is equally split between the families of the stake holders.I envision a society where the embarrassment of teenage girls in the name of puberty functions are illegal.

As far as  academics and art is concerned,I have not seen as many mechanical engineers,marine engineers ,civil engineers, visual-effects creators,directors,cinematographers in women as I have seen IT professionals,doctors,HR personnel, beauticians,nutritionist,writers.Its time for women to cut all those ropes that hampers them pursuing certain fields of art and science.Honestly speaking, I can't think of a field in which women can't improve except for the field where women are used as commodities.

Lets not dominate or try to dominate!!lets co-exist with our equals.!!!!

Happy women's day.

This post is a part of the CBC Women's day special contest ,where the men of chennai bloggers club pay tribute to the women in their life.

Why Dr.Sheldon would prefer Chennai

 Why Sheldon Lee   Cooper   would prefer Chennai!!(Read it in sheldon's voice)

Chennai’s location at 80.27 E and 13.0810 N makes it a thermally favourable place to live. The summer at 35 degree centigrade is not very unbearable and the winter at 20 degree centigrade is a pleasant season for a hot beverage,  and  one doesn't need to search for his jacket before leaving a place as in Pasadena. Its adjacent  location to the sea ensures accessibility to the right levels of the rain bearing winds and the chances of the raining water engulfing the city is pretty low. Even if the drainage fails and the rain water stagnates on the roads, the sun,  which shines at a bearable 32 degree centigrade average, evaporates all the water clearing the roads of water in a jiffy.

The potholes in the roads made by the rainwater in addition to numerous oddly placed speed breakers, transforms the bus travel into  a fun ride at the theme park saving one the cost of a monthly trip to the amusement park. And with all the shakes and jumps one might lose enough calories freeing one from the twenty minutes of cardio. Plus the travelers  in the Bus, engage in casual talk with topics ranging from politics to science which makes the ride worthwhile and also if the bus is crowded enough, you might get a free full body massage.

One of the best things I like about the native culture of Tamil Nadu is that they avoid contaminating each other’s hand through handshakes. Instead,  they follow a hygienic  process of welcoming people by joining their own hands. And when I visit their place, they welcome me with full heart and mouth and they offer me a cup of hot coffee. And fascinatingly, when they visit my place, they bring the fruits and sweets I like, as a gift. They call this practice  ‘Viruthombal’ which is quite fitting for someone of my importance.  Most people even make sure the Americans feel at home by pretending to be Americans and they even manage to pull it off as good as us the westerners! The food here is unbearably spicy and what’s worse  is that they are mouth watering and irresistible. Especially the Masala Dosa made of fermented rice flour with mashed potatoes in the middle which are served along with sambar and the delicious chutney.When one's stomach burns with spice other world cuisines are just minutes away.

The elders of the family here are well  aware of the Placebo effect .They tie a piece of thread around the wrist of the children of the family ,or hang  dollars of God or symbols of god around  the neck, or wear streaks of ashes on the forehead which are believed to instate confidence, power , courage and luck.

The chennaites have strong acoustic capabilities. The sounds they make with their mouth is amusing and at times funny. They insert their thumb and index finger inside their mouth producing a sound similar to a whistle blown by traffic men. I usually hear it whenever I hear the word ‘Rajinikanth’ and ‘Dhoni’.I have seen men and women shouting  with their hands hitting their mouth periodically producing a crazy sound.One day ,an auto driver  called me ‘annaathe’ .they also call you with sweet sounding names such as ‘ayya’ ,’prabhu’ and ‘pichapodu’.The politicians here are very animated and fun loving people adding the name of a ferocious animal or dynamic thing before their names such as ‘Tiger kumar’,’jumbo Ramalingam’ and ‘Rocket Raja’.But nothing can  match the ‘infinite Sheldon’.

Unlike other cultures, life threatening habits such as smoking and pre -marital sex are looked down upon and culturally unacceptable. Though Chennai has diseases like bird flu, chickungunya, considering it is the health capital of India, the probability of a self clean disciplined person passing away due to the above reason is pretty much lesser .Not all people except the world famous cops of this region are provided with gun license and trading of guns is illegal. Hence the chances of getting shot by a random guy in schools, malls, and theatres are very low. Except a few incidents there is no history of massive earthquakes, volcanoes, violent terrorist attacks making it an ideal place to live on.

Chennai, being the land of the second longest beach, oldest language, richest tradition, largest cultural diversity, scientific developments and coolest people, I find no reason to say that Chennai isn't the best place to live.

PS :I didn't mention about the locations and the things that have already been stated in the tablog so that this post doesn't become monotonous.

This post is a part of the blog tag where a group of bloggers of Chennai Bloggers club post their view of  what chennai means to them.The tag was passed to me by Destination Infinity who has actually outsourced the work of replying to the comments of his blog to a MNC based in  Chennai(:p) and I am passing the tag to Prashanth Ashok,an NRI whose heart is still stuck in the roots of his legacy.

One Study Hour

What my mother implies:

By study hour ,my mother means  a clean me with a washed face wearing three streaks of ashes on my forehead with a small dot of red kumkum on the centre of my forehead sitting on a chair with my back erect for an hour in front of my study table with a book on one hand  ,a pen on the other with the laptop in front of me with an eBook opened  where she can visualize a matrix of numbers ,alphabets ,structures, signs and symbols storming into my brain with me devouring the entire book within an hour and thereby ending up having a bright neon light of enlightenment circling my back head.

                                                                                        

My study hour:

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All my activities start good. I wash my face and set my table up for the study hour .I start studying sitting on a chair with my back erect referring two or three books. Two minutes ticks off. This is where I get lost in the loop of thoughts. (Say chemistry)

“Mendeleev’s periodic table is classified into seven groups. My teacher juxtaposed it with seven notes of music. Aah !!!Rahaman released a single from his film Kadal. I got to download it and I also got to download the sitcom… aah! the sitcom is already downloaded… OK let me see that, meanwhile the song gets downloaded.Oh no I got to study. Let me see this after wards..Nothing is going to be lost in twenty minutes. I will watch one episode alone”

This is when my friend calls to break the loop enquiring me of the days portion and also my status of completion .So in order to reciprocate, I ask him back and listen to his status which makes me guilty of not utilizing the time and sets up a nervous energy putting me back on the chair with my book in hands.

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After a few minutes, the curious me logs into Facebook to check the status of my other fellows which fills me up with further nervous energy now attaching me to the chair even stronger. After a while not withstanding all the nervous energy I sit before the television to stress it out where my parents come chasing me into my room and making me lock my room .Now all I can hear is the ticking of the clock. Tick tick tick tick like a tiny bomb reminding you that your head is going to burst with all the information from the book. Still I force myself to study.

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Now that considerable amount time has passed, I  start feeling  by back aching making me change my base to the bed from the chair, placing the book, lap on the bed with me lying with the chest on my bed with my head in level with the laptop screen. This position I think is the most productive position if not for all at least to me. After a while this lying changes to hanging with one knee on the bed and other knee on the floor followed by complete bed rest with the back on the bed ,head on the pillow and laptop and book on the chest. I still continue reading.

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After a while I feel the need for writing down few important formulae down. The first thing that gets jotted down when my pen meets the paper is my signature. I sometimes get completely obsessed with my signature and sometimes compare it with those of famous CEO’s, sporting legends, actors etc., and if the subject is very stressful, my hand involuntarily sketches the caricature of my professor in reverence to his hardship making the formulae and details secondary.

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After time keeps constantly knocking me off, I feel the need to refill my ammunition to the brain heading straight to the refrigerator   which I consider the Akshaya pathiram  containing food whenever I need. On my way back my mother shouts “Do you have your brains in the fridge??why do you keep opening it every five minutes??”

“What??Did I open it five minutes back??”

“Yeah...!!”

Only then did I realize that I opened the fridge five minutes back which set me into bewilderment of how the above things just went in a jiffy. This gave me a lesson of relativity of how books can stretch time.I felt betrayed by the books. I felt exhausted. I can no longer be knocked off by time. I can no longer study. So I devised a plan.

Zzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!

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Detective -D and Stolen biscuits

Detective D is a fictional character characterized to be a self-proclaimed ,detective- next door ,solving all cases that came under his jurisdiction involving stolen biscuits,broken glass panes,scribbling on the wall ,and other crazy problems of the locality of the city, Dhirma , with ease , acumen and insight that can be compared to the detectives who occupy the higher echelons in police.

 Swaminathan , Aranganathan , and Nathan were blood brothers born to Pattabinathan,a retired post master of the city Dhirma. Swaminathan and all his brothers were unmarried, aging between 28 and 35 with Nathan being the eldest and Aranganthan being the youngest.All three of them loved their father so much that they always fought among themselves  for keeping Pattabinathan with them which led to a life long rivalry.Hence the three brothers after  holding many levels of talks came into a consensus that each brother will get to keep their father for one month. After many years while Mr.Pattabinathan was in Swaminathan's house in his death bed he gave his son a polythene bag which he took from his iron chest  and gave it to his son and uttered his last words.The bag had the name Daily Fresh printed on it with a loaf of bread as it logo.Daily fresh was a grocery store where most of People of Dhirma bought their daily needs from.

After  three days of his fathers death Mr.Swaminathan called in Detective-D at his office with a name board saying "Detective -D-offering criminal solutions"

"hello Mr.D .My name is Swaminathan.I  heard about your skills. Now I have a  scenario  that might challenge you a bit."

"First of all Mr.Swaminathan take your seat .Last week I solved the case of disputed ownership of a puppy within one day.So relax.At Mr.D's  all mysteries will be solved with ease.Would you like a coke ?"

"No,Mr. D,I'm not in mood for a coke.although i may not say a no for a beer but i am not insisting you to bring me one"

"so you want it or not?..oh leave it aside!!

 So Mr.Swaminathan what are the stakes involved in the scenario"

"Its the packet of biscuits .Its the packets which my father gave it to me when he died.It was the last packet he gave me.It was one of my proud possessions which I had for only three days.I was planning it to put in a airtight container and preserve it for the rest of my life "stammered Swaminathan with a hint of tear coming across the corners of his eyes.

"Oh please Mr.Swaminathan. Ill handle it.Can you please elaborate me on the scenario"

"My father gave me a bag which had a box of my favorite biscuits and the bill of the product .now the

  box is not there on the cupboard where i had placed it.i guess some one has stolen it"

"Mr.Swaminathan ,are you sure no one ate it.Because its a packet of biscuits .more often than not people would like to eat if they see it."

"Im pretty sure I didn't eat it.and I am the only person who live in my house and perhaps the biscuit was placed in my cupboard.No visitors or relatives of my house have access to my personal cupboard.I am  sure it was a planned event.Someone who don't want the biscuits to be with me have done this thing "

"Do u suspect anyone??"

"yes I suspect my brothers.I and my brothers Aranganathan and Nathan were hostile to each other.One common thing we loved most was our father.So I suspect they might have taken the biscuits.but I am not sure.It might be  anyone and I don't want my brothers to know that I suspect them.I don't want make our relations more worse."

"So who were in your house in between the time when you saw the biscuit box last time and when the box was stolen."

" My brothers were there and other relatives were there for the funeral of my father but no one are allowed inside my room though."

"Swaminathan you should understand the fact that thieves don't ask your permission to steal the box of biscuits.You arrange a get together on Tuesday in your house calling all your brothers and relatives who were there for the funeral of your father  so that I get to examine their characteristics  and keep a lot of biscuits for the get together and don't let them know that I am a detective."

TUESDAY-

"hey welcome MR.B..these are my siblings Aranganathan and Nathan.  "

"he is Mr.B a private detec......no no a private business man"said Swaminathan as Detective-D and the brothers exchanged pleasantries. 

"Swaminathan you almost screwed things up.and meanwhile whats up with the name B.my name is D."inquired detective D pulling Swaminathan to one side

"No,No .I did'nt want them to find you are  a detective.so there came the idea of B"

"Nice work Swaminthan"detective-d told 

"Hey Mr.Swaminathan.give me the address of your brothers so that i could meet them at their residence "

 "oh sure Mr.D.here you go"

After Two Days..

Mr.D called  swaminathan"I guess I have zeroed in on the criminal .I'll let you know the proceedings tomorrow in the presence of your brother Aranganathan and Nathan..

The Next day

Detective-D and three brothers arrived at the scene.By now all the three brothers came to know that Mr.B was actually the famous local detective Mr.D.

"Hello Nathan brothers.I guess all three of you don't like biscuits.am I right? I found it during the party when there was loads of biscuit on the party you three people  went for the crunchy Muruku. That was my first observation.My visit to Mr.Aranganathans bungalow made things pretty clear.The mistake  was throwing the empty box  at a garbage heap back of his home which I found when I dug into the heap.But I wanted to confirm if the box was stolen or was it the box you bought.So I went to Daily fresh.Checked your grocery store list for the previous months there was no single box of biscuit ordered or purchased."

"It was you who stole the box of biscuits father gave me"lunged Mr.swaminathan as scenario turned bitter with Mr.Aranganathans image hitting a low.

"Im sorry Swami.I loved Father so much that I wanted to eat the last biscuits he gave..I also wished he died in my place so that i could have got the biscuits.so it was me who came to your room on the night of the funeral "apologized Aranganathan with his face down.

"Wait Mr.Swaminathan,the story is not yet over."Mr.D raised his voice leaving everyone on the edge of their seats.

"I wanted to conform that the empty biscuit box that was lying down   was the one which was bought by your father.so I crosschecked with  the grocery store database system where the bar code on the empty box showed that the person who bought the biscuit was to my surprise Mr.Nathan.It was Nathan who replaced the Father's biscuit box with the one he bought from the grocery store and Mr.Aranganathan thought it was the original one bought by his father and he ate it.The one nice thing is that the biscuit your father brought is still there at Mr.Nathan's house.Am i right .???Or you ate it??

"don't tell me you ate it??please"swaminathan was anxious

"no its still with me "Nathan quoted with a lowered tone.

"Shame on you guys,I never knew that you people could get so low.return the biscuits within today evening"said  swaminathan as he was about to leave the discussion room.

"Wait Mr.Swaminathan.there is no reason for you to get irritated as you were the prime reason for this bitter situation"asserted detective-D

"why?me?why would you say that"

"yes you.Your the main convict .You were the one who hid the letter your father gave along with bag he gave you.Which came in to my notice when I examined the cupboard.I found the letter under one of your dresses which you were clearly hiding from me.As the letter stated your father wanted to clearly divide the biscuit box among you three as he loved you three equally.But you didn't want to give your brothers their share.Its your greediness which caused this scenario"

"I hired you,but you fired me"

"Sorry Mr.Swaminathan.after all ,cases should be dealt fair and  square."

 

we need more ........dustbins!!

India and Indians - Both being a rising brand hit the headlines quite often at the world stage but for different reasons though.We read a newspaper where India hits the headline for coal scam reporting a loss of about 10 lakh crores.In the science and business pages we see an Indian appointed  CEO of a international investment bank or an Indian inventing a protocol to produce some drug or process or an Indian receiving the White house national medal for economics.In the next page we see the report of a survey reporting the number of deaths due to poor hygiene and India topping the list.There can't be cited a better example than the  the last page depicting Indians excelling and India in a pitiful state.

 why can't we maintain our own country. ?the reason always cited is lack of awareness and education. .Everyday i see people spitting on the roads,throwing wrappers on street,peeing on the walls. one such incident

mother: Don't dirty your hands.don't pick up things on the road.
son:OK

The same mom changes the diaper of her younger child and throws it on the road. the mother who teaches personal cleanliness and cleanliness at home to her kid sets  a bad example to her kid in maintaining public hygiene. I agree .charity and all habits should start at home.but it shouldn't end there.

A complete change in the cleanliness profile is tough.It took me eighteen years to change .I was a normal citizen till i got inspired by a friend of mine who never used to drop a piece of paper on the ground and used to collect the juice cups from everyone preventing them from dropping it down.Her actions might not change the existing conditions but its a seed to bring about a catastrophic change to the cleanliness profile.

Our Government has the responsibility  of inspiring people on a large scale  to have a cleaner environment.when there are dustbins  placed every 50 meters , mobile restrooms located on every streets and surveilling officers and cameras in position coupled with high fines , public messiness will decrease considerably..These infrastructure  developments are much needed for the time being more than laptops and television sets provided by the government.These might cost the government a fortune but considering the returns  it must be considered a infrastructure investment.

Return on investments:
-a better living place.
-improved tourism.
-less number of endemics.
-increase in cleanliness index at world stage.a reason which might lift the heads of Indians imparting a pride in them.

Thereof ,only the coordination of authorities and people could only make India a better place to live in where one doesn't have to see other man peeing publicly.

This post is an entry for 'Time to change' contest conductedby STAY FREE  along with Indiblogger.

Secret behind Tower of Pisa!!!

Leaning tower of Pisa is a Bell tower of the cathedral of the city Pisa. It’s one of the world wonders for the 55 meter tall building is leaning with an angle of 3.99 degree to the ground. The reason cited for the leaning of the tower was faulty construction, planning and poor soil choosing. The real reason would have been unknown to everyone if I hadn't attained enlightenment which happened when I was sitting on the top of the tank starring at a tree on which the video  of the reason behind the tilt was played. Let me take this platform to tell you the truth. Many people think Pisa is an example of bad architecture. But it isn’t true. That’s what Thesis the Roman god of creation was trying to tell in that videos that he addressed to me.

The tower's construction lasted for about 200 years starting on 1172 AD interrupted by many wars. By 1178 AD the tower began to tilt. The reason behind the tilt was the war between the super heroes and super villains named the ‘Super battle’. Bell tower considered sacred by Christians was an disturbing thing for the dark forces. They wanted the tower to be destroyed. So the Dark Lord sent his team of villains comprising Skeletor, Frieza ,Mojo Jojo, Brainiac , and Atlas to destroy the Bell tower. The super hero team comprised of Superman, Captain Planet ,Power puff girls,Goku ,He-man. All people who had enrolled for the war were present near the battle field next to the bell tower. All the super heroes and villains were hanging on the air except for He-man who never seemed to leave his tiger even if he had a sophisticated jet plane. King Kai presided over the war. Ground rules were clearly laid before

1) No one is supposed to use their best moves until the end of the scene.

2) till then everyone are supposed to be defending themselves.

 Everyone started fighting and defending themselves. There was Goku shouting ‘kamaya maya’ with a flash of neon light coming through is hands which was reciprocated by Freiza with sodium vapor light coming through his index finger. And He-man was on a sword fight with skeletor. Captain planet was flying around forming a shield around the   tower. Mojo Jojo was busy hitting on the three girls which was followed by fighting with them with one of the high five guns he invented in the lab which as usual ended with the girls punching his chin from under with Mojo Jojo going flying thrashing on the ground forming a dent on the ground. Brainiac was doing his part fighting with superman giving him a tough time.

After all the war ,Goku was creating the spirit bomb collecting all the energy from nature and balancing it over his head and directed it towards the super villains.Freiza with all his powers reflected it back towards the super hero team. It was now fast moving towards the super hero team like a boomerang .All the heroes moved from its way.Now it was moving towards the tower of  Pisa. The super villains on seeing that considered their job done and left their places immediately. But superman flew towards the tower of Pisa and kicked he tower with all his power so that tower moved from the way of the spirit bomb and there was another super hero whose face was hid with a cloth and he had cloth tied to his head and a small sword on his belt. He was the super hero who caught the tower from the other side after superman kicked it. There was no clue of how his face looked. He looked very lean. But he managed to support the entire tower with his single hand. Mean while super man went back to his planet to bring the invisible mountain namely ‘Kryptoganga’ to Earth. The super heroes used the invisible mountain’s rocks to build two supporting pillars so that the tower Pisa remains supported in its tilt. It took them only two minutes to build the supporting pillars.Till now not even a clue of the pillars were known.They made the pillars invisible so that the beauty of the building is not compromised.They are super heroes for no reasons.

The invisible pillars made visible for ur convienience.

Video has raised the question of who the unknown super hero might be.He seemed to have  the knife shown below .Am still researching on the knife.If u guys get to know abt the knife ..pls let me know.!

 Ps: please share the information you have recieved now!!