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I find the information really helpful.i hope you can live with Live A Successful, Happy Life the link leads you to happiness and success by free ebook and training couses at the first step !Live A Successful, Happy Life that you deserve and try joining us to find the happiness and success in life !Being born to the right parents.This single coincidence tends to make more of a difference to a persons’ life than any other factor, including whatever efforts the person himself makes to try to improve his lot.Who your parents happen to be has a tremendous impact on a huge range of things that shape just about everything in your life to a huge degree.It determines if you’re born in Sweden or in SomaliaThe genes they gave you determines whether you’ll be tall, intelligent and handsome or short, stupid and ugly.The genes also play a big role in whether or not you’ll be healthy, whether or not you’re likely to get a long list of diseases.If your parents are kind, compassionate and nurturing your start in life will be very different from if they’re cold, inconsiderate or abusive.The hobbies and interests they have in many cases have a lifelong influence on your own hobbies and interests.Their wealth and their income determines what material standard of living you’ll have for the first 20 – 25 years of your life, and in fact often for your entire life. (in most cases lazy sons of multimillionaires end up better off than hardworking daughters of slum-dwellers)They more or less entirely decide who is important in your life for your first 5 years. Such early formative relationships are very important for a child’s development.They determine what quality education you’ll get, this depends on their wealth, where they happen to live, and their priorities. You as a young child have low influence on all of this.I’m not at all saying that it’s hopeless to get ahead in life if you had a bad start. What I’m saying is that having the right parents means getting to play life on “easy” mode, while having the wrong parents makes everything a whole lot more difficult.Live A Successful, Happy Life that you deserve and try joining us to find the happiness and success in life !2. Michael WongNurturing parents.Conventional wisdom suggests that the first few years of one’s life are the most important. These are the formative years and they make us who we are.Because of this parents play a huge role in our habits, character, and ultimately our destiny.While certainly money is important for happiness, I wanted to emphasize other things necessary for well-being. Recently I’ve been thinking about this a lot after reading the practitioner’s manual for Schema Therapy by Dr. Jeffrey Young.Anyway, in a nutshell, the theory posits that as people, especially as children there are things we need and if these needs aren’t met, we grow up incredibly mal-adjusted and if we get these things, well that’s when we grow to be incredibly happy and able to solve our own problems efficiently.(Sorry I know I am not doing the theory justice)In a way, it’s like Maslow’s pyramid, but more on a clinical level.These needs are: Safety, Stability, Nurturing, Attention, Acceptance, Praise, Empathy, Guidance, Protection, Validation of Feelings & Needs, Enforced Limits, etcNotice that I didn’t put Love as a need because the above needs together constitute love.These things are more important to a child than a new pair of Nikes or a Sony PS3.As for wealth, I know a lot of rich parents who are really damaging their children with money as a subsititute for genuine affection.This is not to say money isn’t important, but above a certain amount, there are other more important factors.Now you take some parents who really really have their child’s best interest at heart, not using their kid to fulfill unfulfilled aspirations or trying to live the child’s life for them, parents who read to their kids every night and cook them nutritious meals instead of throwing them $20 for pizza, parents who are continually improving themselves mentally, physically, who are rational and logical and considerate and compassionate without forcing religion on their child, parents who realize that who we are is:-our conditioning-indoctrinationand provide the child with every means to think for him or herself, IMO these parents, such parents are the most unfair advantage a person can have.Sorry for rambling.3. Ivan MazourNot needing a lot of sleep.This is a genuine, and unfair advantage, since it is almost entirely genetic, and not based around lifestyle or nutrition. Some people (Margaret Thatcher, Napoleon, etc) were able to function very effectively on just 4 hours of sleep, leaving them 20 hours in the day to be productive. Others need 8 hours just to feel normal, and that is 4 hours that they fall behind every single day, with no way of changing that.It’s easy nowadays to use all sorts of efficiency methods and systems to help you get more done in the day, but as you push this further you inevitably hit a limit where you are as productive as you can possibly be. Unnecessary work is delegated out to either people or technology, and you are left doing just that which requires your personal input. It’s at that point that the extra 4 hours become a fundamental unfair advantage.4. Andy WarwickEnergy.Some people have higher natural levels of energy than others, and it’s no coincidence that such people are often high achievers. Those of us who are more laid-back or innately lethargic tend to progress more slowly.When I was at university I used to go swimming three times a week, play squash twice a week and go to 5-a-side football once a week. Despite all this exercise I never truly got fit and the football absolutely killed me. As a natural sloth, I’ve always had to bust my arse to maintain even a basic level of fitness and find even short bursts of only a little energy quite draining. My mate Kev on the other hand was one of those fortunate people with high default levels of fitness. Although he was a big-drinking chain smoker who did no other exercise than that one hour of football, he could turn up and run rings around us without breaking a sweat. My current boss is similar. He is training for a 75km run in Kenya and hits the gym every morning before pulling ten-hour days at the office. He zips around like he’s got an IV of Red Bull permanently pumping him full of caffeine, checking off tasks and attending meetings – throughout which he is always alert and contributing – about a whole range of projects without a moments rest. He often skips lunch too. Myself, I get exhausted just watching.I’m sure you all know people like this, those annoying ones who need little sleep and have seemingly boundless physical and mental energy. It’s your coworker who studies for an MA, plays in weekend sports leagues, learns a language, reads a book a week and still has time when they get home to cook, help the kids with the homework and work on the car. I hate these people. They are able to squeeze so much more into their days. They get up earlier and go to bed later, and in the meantime work so effortlessly that they don’t get tired. They have the endurance to outlast everyone else and the energy and focus to be more productive, thus they tend to advance more quickly through the ranks.5. Sondra WebberOptimism.Studies show optimistic people are more successful, and happier, because they believe in themselves and more or less make it happen.“80 percent of success is just showing up.” — Woody Allen.6. Josef BenjaminBeing born in a developed country — such as myself.This is something I think about often and disturbs me to know that a kid my age in India or South Africa will not have access to the same resources I do…namely the essentials (food, water, shelter) that gives me the time to think about and do other things and not just survive.It sucks to accept I was born into a bubble of the lucky 10% of the developed population while over 90% live in poverty…it’s unsettling to know every week going to the grocery store customers fuss and fight with the cashier, have bad attitudes because they don’t have their favorite “brand” of chicken.It’s unsettling to know that the poorest homeless man in our country can atleast GET food — any time…when’s the last time you heard of someone “starving to death” in a developed country?They’re are pantries and free shelters — every fucking where — and if you don’t eat or have no shelter in a developing country you WILL actually starve to death…no ifs, ands or butts about it.It’s unfair I have a permanent visa in America while millions of people fight for the opportunity to live here — while most never get approved to enjoy the benefits I was BORN into.I know what it’s like to starve…but never like that.I know what it’s like to not have drinking water…for when I’m sweating and having a little trouble finding a free drinking fountain.I’ve never experience homeless and it’s likely I never will…but people are dealt this hand to play with and they have to think about surviving…let alone taking advantage of opportunities to thrive.It’s unfair I’m living a life full of privilege while billions more are fighting for a way out.…and there’s very little I can do about it on my own.All I can do is make as much money as possible so I can afford to do missionary work, travel and understand different cultures, provide drinking water in areas in most need, and do my part to help society…but I feel it’ll never be enough and it sucks there’s nothing I can do about it but play my hand and share my cards with those billions who are not as fortunate to be simply an American.…anyway.7. Sanjay Nandan IasRemaining slim even after eating a lot for every meal. There are people admittedly rare, who can hog and eat no matter what and how much. Yet they remain thin as a reed. This has a relation with their genetic digestion system. Their body becomes extremely inefficient in digesting the food. Their body takes only the bare minimum and passes down the rest. These lucky slim types feel it is due to high metabolism but that is only true partially. High metabolism alone cannot burn 4000 to 5000 calories that these people ingest every day.This gives them a very unfair advantage. While others have to keep a constant look out on what and how much they eat. Others also have to exercise to avoid putting on flab.These lucky ones can have their cake (slim body) and eat too (as much as they wish to). This can also be called dono hatho mein ladoo. Having fun both ways.8. Barry HampeA photographic memory.9. Ratnakar SadasyulaBeing born in a family that is rich and powerful, especially in India.You may be an utter loser, with no discernible talent, aptitude, skills, but as long as you have the right surname, and the right connections, it does not matter.So if you happen to be the kid of a well known star/director in movie industry, you can deliver umpteen flops in a row, but people will still believe in your “potential”. Nothing wrong in that, except that such a leniency is not there for a newcomer with no contacts.And in politics, as long as you have a famous surname, you are automatically assumed to be a great leader, never mind the fact that on your own, you could not even win a ward or mohalla election.Being born into a well connected family means, doors get open for you automatically, you don’t need to bother about such cumbersome things like rules and regulations, nor about following the law.10. AnonymousHaving our basic needs met – food, water, shelter, love, protection, education, healthcare, family – is an unfair advantage. It’s unfair that so many people go without these things that are essential to life.11. Peter HavasObvious physical attractiveness.12. Shilpi SinghSelfless and supportive people.At every step, every corner in your life, you will face new challenges and opportunities. For one, it’s your wish whether you duck or you stand tall in the face of it. For most people, their attitude to almost every undertaking is largely dependent on “What would people say?”If only we could avoid this question. But how can we avoid thinking this if the only people we had around us were busy telling us how horrible we are at this and that. It then becomes all about criticizing others and avoiding their criticism.People who love you, who want you to flourish, who will stand by you even when you make an utter fool of yourself and motivate you in your attempts to step out of your bubble are the only ones who truly deserve to be anywhere in your mind and your life. If you have them, your search for an edge over others has come to an end. Definitely.13. Tushar MahuleMemory.A great memory can go a long way in affecting a lot of aspects of our lives in a very subtle but significant way. Like:Professional excellence: A lot of it comes from experience, which eventually boils down to remembering your mistakes and learning from them.People skills: A good memory can help you remember tiny details of other people’s lives. Bring up those topics, inquire about them and you connect instantly!Self belief: Being able to recall your achievements, big or small, in full HD can do wonders to one’s confidence at critical junctures.Efficiency: Just imagine being able to keep a track of all the things that you want to do without recording them externally like on a paper.and many more.Eventually, having a great memory can potentially lead to a very satisfying and happy life. As Joshua Foer puts it in this beautiful talk, “Our lives are the sum of our memories”.14. John David WardBeing born with a good personality. Specifically, having at least two of following three things:1. High intelligence2. Low time preference3. ExtroversionHigh intelligence is associated with all kinds of positive outcomes, and not just the obvious ones like the ability to perform high-skilled jobs, but more subtle things like . This is all the more remarkable considering the best way we have of measuring intelligence is through intelligence tests, which are somewhat noisy. How noisy? It doesn’t really matter. Either intelligence tests are relatively accurate and the correlation between intelligence and life outcomes are strong, or intelligence tests are inaccurate, and the true association is even stronger, since it shows up even through observer error.Low time preference manifests in the ability to defer gratification. It’s the tendency to invest for the future than consume in the present. Throughout history, people with high time preference have been seen by others as having an almost supernatural ability to gain wealth, and this has also lead to resentment and accusations of being selfish or miserly or hoarding wealth. In fact, Edward Banfield in his book The Unheavenly City defined social class in terms of time orientation.Extroversion matters more than people admit. It’s trendy to say that introversion is not any sort of handicap, and the Internet is full of introvert apologetics to that effect. Obviously, the superiority of extroverts cannot be absolute or unconditional, but at the same time, it must be admitted that difficulty interacting with people without feeling drained could be a huge disadvantage. Some people say that it’s not what you know, it’s who you know, but this gets it backwards. Some people always seem to know the right people, because they’re good at establishing connections in general, not because they just happen to know the right people. The better prepared you are, the luckier you are.Someone who goes out, meets new people, and establishes a good rapport two hours a day obviously has an advantage over someone who only does that two hours a week or two hours a month. Of course, if society is radically unequal so the pool of powerful people is relatively small (either on a larger scale or on a smaller scale, as within a family with a single powerful patriarch), and especially when the average personality of powerful people tends towards the introverted for some reason, the advantages of extroversion disappear, because under those conditions quality of relationships is more important than the quantity.Having at least two of these qualities is unfair enough, but what’s even more unfair is that some people actually have all three of these things. It’s an aspect of their personality, highly heritable, and apparently more or less frozen from from some point in early childhood onward.15. Kyle PennellAbility to resist temptation. (Delayed gratification.)16. Brianna RuffinHaving the money to apply to college.A lot of people waste their time in college. Binge drinking? Whoohoo! Parties? Yay! That’ll totally get you a job after graduation.Other people use college as a way out. They know that if they diligently focus on their studies (while having fun, of course), they can get a job after graduation and not be forced to live the same lives as their parents or grandparents. They can make something of their lives.Just the process of applying to college in the United States is different if you have the money to spend on applications.Let’s say the average application fee is $60. If you applied to six schools, that’d be $360, just for the application fee. Unfortunately, that’s not the only fee you have to pay. There’s standardized testing, too, which is $50 per test date. But, wait. You’re supposed to take both the ACT and SAT, or one test twice. That’s $100. Oh, boy. This is really starting to get expensive. At my high school, you have to pay $2 per school to have your transcript sent out. We were applying to six schools, right? Gosh, darn it. That’s $12! But what about sending your ACT or SAT scores? The first four are free, but the rest are $11 each. Hmm. Guess that’s another $22 down the drain. Let’s see. It just cost us $100 to do all that standardized testing, and another $394 to actually apply to college.The biggest irony of all is that applying for financial aid costs money, too. The FAFSA is free, but the CSS PROFILE is not. There’s a suspicious $9 processing fee when you fill it out the first time, and actually sending it is $16 per school. Six schools? It’ll cost you $105 just to apply for aid.Final Scores:Standardized Testing$100Applying to College and For Aid:$499Let’s think about the people who actually need to apply to college. Those are going to be lower-income, high-achieving students. If their family makes a low enough income, they can get fee waivers for applications and tests. But what about kids who aren’t eligible for those, but still can’t pay those gosh darn fees? They can’t apply to some schools. I know this doesn’t feel like a great tragedy, and in some cases it’s not. A lot of the top schools offer fee waivers for multicultural students, or don’t require that you pay the application fee if you can’t afford it and don’t have a waiver. (Two schools that come to mind are the University of Chicago and Dartmouth.) At other schools, you’re screwed. My entire college process has been centered around what application fees I could or couldn’t pay. Some schools don’t have a fee for the CommonApp, and I focused on applying to them. At other places I was eligible for waivers that had nothing to do with income. In the end, I had to drop three schools from my college list because of the $60 fee.When I go to high school, though, these ignorant, stupid kids that don’t really need to go to college anyway say things like, “Oh, I know my parents could pay for NYU.” (One of the most expensive schools in the country. I didn’t even bother to apply because their financial aid program’s less than optimal.) Other kids will say, “Yeah, I applied to 17 schools. I’ve spent, like, $1000 on applications.” Are you an idiot? Do you even know the value of money? You can’t even go to all 17 schools if you get in, yet you’ve wasted so much money just applying there. These are the same kids whose parents went to Brown and whose siblings went to Princeton. They’ve got all the help in the world for their college applications. I, on the other hand, will be a first-generation college student. I probably need to go to college more than these kids do, and I don’t know what I’m doing with my applications and can barely pay for them. Even worse, these kids can afford to pay for these colleges. (The top schools have the best financial aid programs, but they don’t make college free.) The kids who need college, even with one hundred percent of their need met, sometimes still can’t afford it.The kids who most need to apply to college to better their lives can’t afford to. The kids who don’t need college can just throw money around. (College sounds like fun. Might as well go, right?) That’s the biggest unfair advantage -having the money to better your life when you don’t need it.17. Annie FuentesGenuinely not caring what other people think.18. Genevieve GonniganCharm. It is an innate quality that immediately disarms people and influences another person’s behavior to lean in your favor. A Charming person will have the advantage in almost every situation.A person with Charm will look you in the eye and make you feel like you’ve made a new best friend and give a flash of a smile that makes your heart melt and your stomach flutter. They will make you instantly Believe whatever it is that they are saying. They will make you Want to help them and say “Yes” even if they didn’t ask.Charming people make the sales, have the friends, get the girl, are on the list, get the hook ups, upgrades, and comps and will always have a huge network of people who are more than happy to help them move along in life.Charm transcends race, language, smarts, looks, every barrier and truly charming people are just born with it. They’ve always had that certain star quality.Some people try to fake it and “turn on the charm” but it just never reaches the eyes – gotta have the sparkle and *ding*.Live A Successful, Happy Life that you deserve and try joining us to find the happiness and success in life !

Dear Australian Immigration Aspirant,I first entered Australia on Higher Education Student Visa (Subclass 573) on 4th March 2007 to pursue Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at one of the Group of Eight [Go8] Universities (elite public varsities in Australia primary focused on state-of-the-art research with each one these Go8 universities ranked among Top 150 universities in the World) named The University of Western Australia (UWA) situated in the city of Perth in the State of Western Australia in Australia. Previously, I successfully had finished Bachelor of Mechanical Engineering in late July 2006 at The National Institute of Engineering (NIE), Mysuru, India, with the engineering college affiliated to Visvesvaraya Technological University, Belagavi, India.Besides, I worked for an U.S. IT firm named Dell Perot Systems in Bengaluru city in India between August and December 2006. To study in Australia, I quit on the IT job because I was knackered with IT coding and programming within 2 months of joining the firm primarily because I could not comprehend computer coding and programming thanks to my ineptitude in IT programming skills. To this day, I wonder how I was offered the position of Associate Trainee Software Engineer by Dell Perot Systems when I succeeded in their campus recruitment processes at NIE in mid-2005 that lacked the component to test a non-IT engineering student’s abilities to write codes using a variety of programming languages available at the time.One of my classmates at NIE Mr. Sudeep Sudhakar who was offered a job with Infosys did not attend their training programme which they commenced for their NIE recruits whilst they were all in the final year of undergraduate engineering studies. Perhaps he attended their training sessions but eventually he did not join Infosys declining their job offer to study Master’s degree (Coursework & Dissertation) in Automotive Product Development at Deakin University located in Geelong, Victoria, Australia. Learning about his decision on higher education, I exhorted him if he could connect me with his education consultant in Bengaluru named Mr. Dilip Rai who is the Director of Overseas Educational Services (OES). Mr. Sudhakar took me to Mr. Rai’s office and introduced me to their staff members and Mr. Rai himself. OES staff members helped me quickly flip through the various engineering programmes offered at a number of Australian and New Zealand public and private universities.Somehow I could not shortlist programs and universities of my liking; so, Mr. Rai himself took the pain to advise me Master of Oil and Gas Engineering (2-year, full-time, on campus) program offered at elite Go8 varsity named The University of Western Australia. I agreed to proceed with his chosen program because I believed he is highly educated himself in the higher education Australia and New Zealand business sector, so I should respect his advice to me. Then, a face-to-face interview was arranged between the UWA representative Mrs. Hema Sharda and I at Mr. Rai’s office.The lady flipped through my academic credentials in a hurry, asked a few incoherent questions about my knowledge about the program I chose to study at UWA and what I wish to do after graduation, and how my undergraduate engineering studies so far then were apposite to my higher education study plans at UWA. I could not answer her incoherent questions about my knowledge about Master of Oil and Gas Engineering offered at UWA and I told her in the face that I struggled to choose a program and varsity that fill the bill in satisfying the higher studies program requirements at various Australian and New Zealand varsities that rely upon a potential student’s undergraduate engineering studies’ weighted average mark ( overall percentage). UWA’s weighted average mark for masters program was 65 percent and my overall percentage is 64.79 percent. She offered me a place to study at UWA with 10 percent fee waiver which could have been 20 percent if my overall percentage in undergraduate engineering studies would have been 70 percent at least.I accepted UWA’s conditional offer of place to study Master of Oil and Gas Engineering. Mr. Rai advised me to start preparing for International English Language Testing System (IELTS) to secure my unconditional offer of place to study Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA to meet UWA’s English Language requirements. IELTS is an English language test jointly offered by the British Council, UK, and IDP, Australia. Mr. Rai told me to the visit the British Council office in Bengaluru to register for the test as soon as possible. As advised, my father (who had accompanied me to Mr. Rai’s office) and I knocked at British Council’s Bengaluru office the same day and I registered for the test through help from British Council staff members. They assisted me with test fee payment instructions, what IELTS test is all about, how best to prepare for the test, and what to expect and what not to expect on the test date at the test venue in Bengaluru.I took with me to my home in the city of Mangalore in India IELTS Cambridge University Study Material offered to me by British Council once I successfully registered for the test through test fee payment. My mother helped me with four test components training; namely, Listening (L), Academic Reading (AR), Academic Writing (AW), and Speaking (S). I wrote the test at the scheduled date, time, and venue. My Overall Band Score was 7.0 on 9.0 scale (sorry I do not remember my Listening, AR, AW, and S scores). I had then met the UWA’s English language requirements of Overall Band Score of at least 6.5 on 9.0 scale with at least 6.0 band score in each of the four components of the test.Once I received my test score, I immediately informed Mr. Rai about my success with IELTS test. He advised me submit the Test Report Form (TRF) once it becomes available to me. Upon receiving the TRF, I submitted it to Mr. Rai who forwarded the TRF to UWA, and within a few weeks I was offered unconditional offer of place to study Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA, starting 12 March 2007. Mr. Rai helped my father and I with Australia Subclass 573 Higher Education Student Visa process. My father expedited Education Loan procedures with guidance from one of his friends working with State Bank of India (SBI), Mangalore Head Office, Mangalore, India, who successfully connived him to agree for the Bank’s terms and conditions to sign up for a loan amount of Rs 19 lakh when my requirement was Rs 17 lakh only.My smart father who did not think twice when listening and acting on his SBI friend’s advice was coaxed to accept Compounding Floating Rate of Interest at 11.50 percent with a provision for 0.5 percent rebate in Rate of Interest if either I (borrower) or father (guarantor) or both of us began paying the Compounded Interest Amount in Equated Monthly Instalments (EMIs) in line with SBI’s education loan repayment procedures. My stubborn father who never listens to his wife’s advice because he is a know-it-all moron refused to accept my mother’s advice to seek education loan at Canara Bank where she could have definitely sought assistance from the Bank Officials to fund my higher education in Australia through Canara Bank Education Loan offered at customer friendly terms and conditions. My mother worked as Kannada language teacher at Canara Girls’ High School in Mangalore, India, and so she smartly encouraged me to avail education loan at Canara Bank because she knew the Bank staff and officials would be more than willing to help a Canarite’s son study abroad through their financial education loan assistance at reasonable rate of interest.But, do Indians husbands listen to their well-educated wives ever? Never! It is an insult for a less-educated man to accept his well-educated wife’s advice because India is a land of bastard men with a patriarchal clout over women, be it any religion. I wholeheartedly supported my mother’s viewpoint because I value and respect intelligent, smart women and their advice. But, I was threatened by my Warren Buffet father believed his gambling skills at the SBI with Floating Rating of Compounding Interest is the best decision he is about to make for his son whom he never respects to be brutally honest. My father threatened my mother and I that if I were to study in Australia at UWA, then I (borrower) must avail SBI’s loan offer that was laced with ridiculous terms and conditions.My father’s SBI friend Mr. Narayan Bhat stopped my father from opting for Fixed Rate of Compounding Interest at 13 percent because he enticed my father that the Interest Rates will unequivocally plummet and will never climb the ladder up in the near future. This convinced my erudite father that we could save on loan repayment amount if the Interest Rates go down the ladder which could save a lot of money to us. We signed up for 11.5 percent Floating Rate of Compound Interest with SBI, finally, with my father beaming with confidence that the interest rates would drop to 7–8 percent soon.My father calculated that he got the best deal with SBI whereas I was wondering why was I born to such an asinine man who despite being 30 years elder to me failed to spot the SBI’s cheating education loan scheme. Anyway, today SBI is the largest Bank in India with biggest thieves working within the bank under the Modi Flag of Honour! So, one would advice your father was wrong and SBI was correct in doing what it did to you and your father. But, I would rebut could a citizen spend his whole life contesting SBI’s interest rate policies at the Indians Courts of Law where even a silly theft case takes at least 30 years to resolve. Without money and muscle power no man or woman can change the corrupt Indian system no matter if you stand all your life on your head.My objective at the time was to educate myself in Australia to improve my employable knowledge and skills in Australia at a varsity of international repute. I was exasperated with Indian Way of Living and Working already and Australia offered the best in education and work that India cannot offer for another millennium no matter either BJP or the Congress call the shots at the Centre in New Delhi. Every Person Is Corrupt In India, including Shri Narendra Modi. Tell me who does not love VIP culture when it is available to you at somebody else’s expense? Try me as the Pradhan Sevak of Bharat and you will see Russian ballets and striptease right in front of the Parliament of India and Rashtrapati Bhavan because my ancestors from India did this in their time and they passed on their knowledge and skills in their genes on profligate living in a poor rich India come what may!After Mr. Rai stupendous rendezvous with Australian Immigration Officials, I was granted my Higher Education Subclass 573 visa by the Australian Government to study Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA, starting 12th March 2007. My batchmate Mr. Yashaswi Rai and I touched down at Perth International Airport early morning on 4th March 2007 with dreams and aspirations to fulfil. 6 months into commencing my studies at UWA, Mr. Yashaswi Rai, I, and my other two housemates Mr. Rahul Thottiyil and Mr. Ankit Mehta, decided to move apart in our directions of choice because Mr. Rai and his other two friends found me alien to their desires and cravings in Australia. They frequented casinos, pole dance A$2 peep shows, taverns, working overtime (more than 20 hours per week allowed), skipping lectures at UWA, flirting with Australian women, binge drinking, and partying day and night with lovely Indian and Australian women, to name a few.They failed to sustain at UWA thanks to their extracurricular activities that subdued curricular activities. I, for one, knew why I had come to Australia, and so I never joined them in their social skills upgrading misadventures because I knew someday they will realize their mistakes when the reality of the world smashes them in their face with their respective report cards. But, guess what, I was proved wrong when I realized my viewing of the reality was skewed when I graduated with Master of Oil and Gas Engineering from UWA on 24th March 2010. Those guys joined MBA programme at Edith Cowan University in Perth, Australia, and went on to successfully finish their degree program with exciting job offers on their way that resulted thanks to their extracurricular activities mentioned above.Whereas, I lived an insipid, boring life at UWA hoping that my hard-work would be recognized and rewarded soon. In April 2007, I handed in in-person my job application (custom-made Cover Letter and CV) to Bureau Veritas-International Risk Consultants (BV-IRC) in Perth in response to full-time, permanent Graduate Reliability Engineer advertisement advertised on SEEK website. BV-IRC had instructed the potential job applicants to apply online, but I decided to act smart and dropped in at their office to submit my job application to the Human Resource Manager in person after I looked up for their office address on Google Map Australia. I successfully submitted my job application at the Reception Desk as instructed by BV-IRC team leader. I thanked them for their cooperation and returned home in Perth.The next day I received a telephone call on my 3 mobile postpaid mobile phone 0430125200 from BV-IRC Team Leader. She advised me to carry my academic records to the interview. She and I had a casual discussion on my academic and non-academic achievements to date. I got to know from her that she was pursuing Post Graduate Diploma in Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA and she was curious to know from me about the Master of Oil and Gas Engineering program. I answered all her questions with up-to-date knowledge I had about the program then. Satisfied with my interview performance she instructed me to visit a psychiatrist for Psychometric Test at his South Perth suburb office.I followed the Team Leader’s instructions verbatim and promptly telephoned the South Perth Psychiatry Clinic to confirm my availability for the Psychometric Assessment Test. This was the first time in my life I heard of such a test but I was excited to write the test because I never fear the outcome of the test. Instead, I focus on what I must do at the test. I Googled a few websites at home and searched for some cues on this test. But, unfortunately, I did not get any practice tests to practise. So, I decided to forget about test preparation and instead focus on my UWA assignments. I was prepared to face the Chin Music Down Under if it turned brutal.At the test venue on the scheduled date and time, I was given 5-minute instructions on test structure that comprised of 1-hour duration paper each on Quantitative Reasoning and Verbal Reasoning, Cognitive and Visual Reasoning, and Situation-based Questions. The test lasted for 3 hours and I wrote the exam in an examination room with nobody in the room but I sensed I would be watched on CCTV to test my professional ethics. Else, why would you be locked up in a room alone with plenty of empty chairs around that could have been easily either filled or cleared from the test room. My exemplary observation skills helped me judge what I was being judged upon in the test parameters. There was no way I could cheat if I were to because the moment I stepped out of the test room post examination I would have been greeted with Clinic Staff and Psychiatrist’s quiet smirk with no remark on my test performance at the drop of my hat. Everything was so hush-hush secret as if I wrote the test to become an FBI agent! But, sadly, the testing fraternity was not aware of my ability to test the test proving them how easily I could deceive their artifice despite continuous monitoring thought to be unknown to me.The test without distractions in a quiet room, with only a stainless-steel water jar and and empty glass to look at, along with empty chairs around, was a cake-walk experience to me, with no question asked seemed unknown to me. I was surprised the way I could quickly finish the 3 test papers in their stipulated duration one after the other. The psychiatrist himself or some staff member first hand in the first test paper, lock me up in the test room, with an archaic wall clock daring me to finish the tasks at hand while the hour hand dating the minute hand with every minute passing by. I sporadically watched their public romance but tuned in my brain to answer the questions correctly and swiftly. By the time I finished the first test paper, either the psychiatrist himself or one of the staff members would walk in as if they were rushing into the test room unannounced as Secret Service Agent to gun down a dreaded terrorist locked inside the room for an hour!They would take my question and answer booklet, hand in the next sequence of question booklet and answer booklet, which they did in three times in 3 hours. Surprisingly, I was wanting more questions to besiege me so that I could solve them but I was told the test was a finished task at the end of 3 hours and I had to leave the test venue. I enquired them whether I would get to know about the test results to which the psychiatrist told me that I should expect a telephone call from BV-IRC Team Leader who will let you know the results when they become available to her. For the next one month, I followed up with BV-IRC Team Leader e-mailing her from my UWA e-mail address at least twice a week to request her for my Psychometric Assessment results to which she never replied. Later, I gave up on this pursuit because I convinced myself that if I had been successful I would have been invited for another interview which did not happen. So, I stopped my test results pursuit and continued with my UWA studies.Undoubtedly, I was disheartened with the manner in which I was treated by BV-IRC Team Leader but I brushed aside my anger because it was a one-off haphazard incident. I reasoned not to become judgemental on such a random incident because it happened once and not several times. After this incident, I focused only on my UWA studies because I believed my academic grades must not suffer at any cost. Whilst in the 2nd year of my postgraduate studies, during one of the lecture sessions at UWA, I met a gentleman guest lecturer from Wood Group Integrity Management (formerly Ionik Consulting) named Dr. Grahame Strong who lectured us on Pipeline Corrosion Types and their Mitigation and Pipeline Integrity Management Systems Development as part of my Master of Oil and Gas Engineering core units’ completion requirements. During the lecture break, I handed in my CV sans Cover Letter to Dr. Strong who advised me to meet him at the UWA car parking lot adjacent to the mechanical engineering lecture theatre building after the lecture session ended. He and I walked up to his parked car and after talking to me for 45 minutes he instructed me to e-mail my CV I gave him to his e-mail address. He assured me he would see me employed at Wood Group Integrity Management (WGIM) within a month from the day we met to discuss my part-time (20 hours a week) job possibility with WGIM.Within a week of my e-mailing my CV to Dr. Strong, I was invited to closed-door interview with Mr. Stuart Folkard (Principal Materials Engineer) and Mr. David Olsen (Manager). Forty-five minutes into the interview, I was asked a myriad of technical and non-technical questions on both mechanical and oil and gas engineering. I thanked the interviewers for the opportunity and on my way out of the office I thanked Dr. Strong seated in his cabin chair for fulfilling his promise to arrange my interview at WGIM. Within a week, one of my mentors Mr. Mahesh Murthy en route my home in Perth found WGIM letter in my mailbox. He broke out my job offer news which brought delight to my face. Every bloody Indian batchmate was astounded with the job offer I received and they left no stone unturned to take potshots at me together to which I thanked them with my weapons of sarcasm. This casual contract part-time job envied my Indian batchmates who were then struggling to find their first oil and gas job, including my Indian seniors at UWA.I did not bother to pay heed to their nuisance but instead focused on my work at WGIM. But, for some unknown reason at the time, I was forced to do menial, non-engineering, non-productive work at WGIM, whilst others worked happily to earn their salary. I was not happy for A$ 30 paid to me every hour for my meaningless non-engineering, clerical work. But, I did not complain because I believed I must work no matter what work I am asked to do. I did the clerical job as Graduate Mechanical Engineer (proudly printed on my business card handed in to me by my Mr. Olsen) for 4 months that included a month’s job of WGIM’s client Barrick Gold’s cyanide solution storage tank risk-based inspection development program and three-month-long offshore pipeline corrosion risks risk register day-to-day updating for WGIM’s client Chevron Australia’s then 40 trillion cubic feet recoverable Gorgon Natural Gas Field Development Project. Later, my services at WGIM were not entertained and I was not allocated any project thanks to my clerical job. Even the 2008 recession had hit the Perth shores and I waited until 21st February 2008 hoping to get a project work from my employer.But, when my wait was prolonged and unjustifiably unreasonable I decided to put in my resignation papers with false reason that I had successfully finished my Master’s degree at UWA and I was willing to return to India to work in India. I thanked them for their cooperation with a Resignation Letter Template that I copied from some online resource I searched on Google. I deemed it gratuitous to draft and submit my original resignation letter because WGIM work experience taught me nothing but chicanery wherein I was deceived to work for 4 months on no valuable intellectual work but was paid as if I helped WGIM and their clients land their orbiters on Sun as if it were a NASA Space Mission! My venom-spewing Indian UWA batchmates were delighted to hear about my resignation. Probably, they all partied for months together later to celebrate much debacle comparable to Shri Narendra Modi trouncing Mrs. Sonia Gandhi in India General Election in April/May 2014.In November-December 2007 Australian Summer, as per the guidelines of Mr. Mahesh Murthy, I researched on UWA website to see who best could become my Master’s degree thesis supervisor. I duly followed his instructions and I found one professor named Ms. Melinda Hodkiewicz (Phd in Reliability Engineering) whom I e-mailed to seek her appointment to discuss my Master’s degree thesis in a subject germane to Reliability Engineering. She reverted apologizing for her unavailability to meet me in person in her UWA work cabin as she hand her hands full with plenty of work. She refused to become my thesis supervisor because she was already overburdened supervising theses’ of other UWA students. But, she advised me to wait until Dr. Kecheng Shen arrives in UWA from Lund University, Sweden, because he had 20 years of professional experience as a Chinese engineer in the nuclear energy engineering sector. I was wondering how could a nuclear energy expert guide me on an oil and gas dissertation.But, I waited until he finally arrived in end of April 2008. I requested through an e-mail to Dr. Shen for an appointment to meet him in his UWA cabin to discuss thesis options. He was never enthused with my ideas in either Reliability Engineering or Technical Safety Engineering because he was reluctant to become a thesis supervisor to an Indian student whom he called rote-learners. I had already wasted my precious time waiting for this professor to arrive in Perth so that he and I could work on an exciting research-based thesis valued at 32 credit points rather than work on a 16 credit points based bland thesis. But, he behaved weirdly with me that pissed me off but the clock was already ticking and I was racing against time to get my thesis finished somehow. So, I began looking for a 16-credit-point thesis topic reading several books on Technical Safety and Risk Engineering that gave me no leads into researching further on any topic of interest to me. The time passed by with nothing working in my thesis, and so to divert my attention I immersed myself at WGIM work that I was working on simultaneously.I worked well at WGIM but my thesis work was going in round in a roundabout and did inform Dr. Shen about this to which he encouraged me to concentrate more on finding a thesis topic soon. I began spending more time at WGIM work and on other UWA subjects and assignments and showed little interest in completing thesis because I had already prepared myself for an Ungraded Fail grade in my 16-credit-point dissertation. My Indian UWA batchmates were ecstatic with my all round failure both academically and professionally, but I never complained to anybody about their behaviour. I made several attempts to talk openly to Dr. Shen regarding my inability to begin the thesis but he was never present in Perth for face-to-face detailed conversations and discussions. So, I totally ignored my thesis work which was destined to fail no matter how much I tried.6 months into beginning the thesis work on 31st May 2008 with UWA School of Mechanical Engineering and Dr. Shen approved topic suggested by my non-functioning brain to Dr. Shen, I was let known on 19th November 2008 that I failed my thesis by one of the UWA School of Mechanical Engineering’s Master of Oil and Gas Engineering Course Administrator. Knowing very well that my submission towards thesis is not a thesis in my view and it will not get approved by the UWA examiners, I had booked my tickets to meet my family in Mangalore in India. I reached my native on 16th November 2008 just to see if my parents and my sister were all well. I was definitely not mentally well because over my years of living in Australia I had faced several failures. My retard father who does not listen to me and does not believe my words was best kept aloof by me to my horrendous experiences in Australia.On 19th November 2008, I disclosed my thesis failure to my mother who convinced me to return to UWA after my holidays in Mangalore which were spent in isolation suffering mental trauma, cold, cough, and fever. A local doctor in Mangalore affirmed I was suffering from High Blood Pressure and I was labelled obese by him. He took me to his gym with instructions given to the gym instructor about how best to reduce my weight. He also gave me some weight loss capsules to eat which I ate whilst I was in Mangalore. I also walked daily to gym, exercised as instructed by gym instructor, and walked back home to maintain my deteriorating health thanks to High Blood Pressure.On 11th January 2009, I returned for Perth on Jet Airways to Bangalore to connect to my Singapore Airlines flight to Perth via Singapore. For some unforeseen reason I had to re-book my flight to Bangalore on Jet Airways because Kingfisher Airlines flight to Bangalore was cancelled on the night I was scheduled to fly. Jet Airways flight stewardesses served me hot chapati distasteful rolls on my flight to Bangalore alongside diabetic Apple juice. With teary eyes, I took off on Jet Airways for Bangalore that landed in Bangalore in an hour. I telephoned my mother that I had reached Bangalore safely and I would proceed to check-in at Singapore Airlines Counter at the Bangalore International Airport in some time.After luggage check-in and security check, I waited at waiting gate chair until the Singapore Airlines flight arrived for boarding. When the flight arrived, I telephoned my mother that I was about to board the flight and I had to switch off my mobile phone. She wished me as always a mother does to her child a happy and safe flight back to Perth, Australia via Singapore. Once I landed in Singapore’s Changi International Airport, I was very hungry. I enquired with the Airport help-desk if there was any Indian Vegetarian Restaurant in the Airport. Then promptly pointed me to Kaveri Restaurant wherein I quietly ate Benne (Butter) Masala Dosa for 5 Singapore Dollars. The dosa was great with lots of delicious butter in it and I also enjoyed my cup of tea for 2 Singapore Dollars that I paid for together at the restaurant’s bill counter.Later, I boarded my Singapore Airlines flight to Perth that lasted for about 5 hours and on 12th January 2009 early morning I landed in Perth International Airport. I reached my home at Victoria Park suburb, telephoned my mother about my happy and safe journey with Singapore Airlines’ best-in-class hospitality. I went to UWA later to talk to Dr. Shen who was now available post my debacle to guide me how to re-do the dissertation. I was surprised with the kind of energy Dr. Shen had in him regarding my thesis work that was totally absent before I failed in my thesis thanks to his deliberate actions. I told him about my India trip and asked his advice on how could I re-do thesis and the procedures to be followed.He enquired if I had some genuine medical reason that I could put forward to the School of Mechanical Engineering to buy time for my thesis re-do work. I immediately told him about me being a High Blood Pressure patient that I got to know from my hometown doctor when I visited him to treat my cough, cold, and fever, then. Dr. Shen told me to contact School of Mechanical Engineering who told me to get tested at UWA Medical Centre. I took an appointment accordingly with UWA Medical Centre wherein I had carried my Mangalore doctor’s prescription and the weight loss capsules he prescribed me for consumption. I had consumed 2 capsules after I returned to Perth but felt nauseating and vomiting, and so I discontinued the medication. I informed this to the UWA doctor who warned me to not take such dangerous medicines that had the potential to melt my internal organs without me knowing about it. I told the doctor that the Mangalore doctor diagnosed me with High Blood Pressure to which she uttered I was perfectly normal and my blood pressure need not be checked.Based upon Mangalore doctor’s and UWA doctor’s opposing diagnoses, I was given a month’s time to re-do my 16-credit-point thesis that is provided 6 months for other UWA students to do it the first time correctly. I accepted the month’s time and for a few days I discussed all thesis re-do work possibilities with Dr. Shen who listened to me only to advice that I must look for something more than what I was looking for. I was already devastated within but I put up a brave face to re-do thesis. Dr. Shen took me for a ride, again, on his roller-coaster. Meanwhile, I had relocated to two of my batchmates named Mr. Akash Patel and Mr. Rahul Malhotra’s house near UWA in the Crawley suburb because the Victoria Park house rental lease expired on 3 February 2009 and did not seek to renew it because the Malaysian owner demanded more rent amount through his realtor per week to which I refused and communicated my decision to not renew my rental agreement with that Malaysian owner.When with Akash Patel at his house, I told him that I will teach Dr. Shen a lesson that he will remember for the rest of his life for cheating on me with my thesis work. I told him that I had e-mailed Dr. Shen with false claims that I had to go to Geelong to meet my ailing aunt who suffered physical ailment due to recent bushfire near her Geelong home. I also told him that a friend of mine named Mr. Suhas who lives in Bangalore will communicate with him using my Gmail e-mail address to whom I had given the power of authority to use my Gmail account. This Suhas was a fictional person whom I gave birth to earlier to tackle my former vicious Mysore (India) based girlfriend Sowmya Vasisht who stalked me online using her false identity as Shravya Vasisht with a ruse e-mail address.For 3 weeks later, I enjoyed my life in Perth doing nothing about my 16-credit-point thesis and avoiding direct contact with Dr. Shen. I communicated with him in the name of Mr. Suhas for a while. During the last week to deadline date, Mr. Suhas (aka I) e-mailed him about my return to Perth from Geelong via Qantas Airways. I met Dr. Shen and told him my thesis was ready for submission. During my free time, I read an investigation report prepared by U.S. Department of Energy on March 2005 BP Texas Refinery Blast. I re-produced the report in my refined English that deliberately hid from Dr. Shen in my first thesis submission.I had deliberately written an Introduction mocking Australian colloquial in the form of questions and answers. I did that to not let Dr. Shen know how good my English was if I were allowed to do my thesis legitimately. I, for one, did not want to waste my English language proficiency drafting a non-existing thesis. Dr. Shen believed my English language skills were subpar and the examiners did mention that in their thesis examination report much to my delight. When people around you cheat, it is your birth right to cheat them back cleverer. That is my way of working best explained in my own words.The reproduction of U.S Energy Department work was destined to be labelled plagiarised and unacceptable to UWA academic standards which was exactly what I had planned for. I did this because nobody in UWA helped me do my thesis, so I wondered why not I too give them a taste of their hospitality served smarter. Today, Dr. Shen and UWA are nailed for their crimes, whereas I come across legally as a dumb student from India who cheated British Council IELTS test to score 7.0 overall band score on 9.0. If confronted, I can pass the blame onto Mr. Dilip Rai of OES who first introduced me to British Council and Mr. Rai was the one who compelled and convinced me to study Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA. This legally ensures neither I nor the British Council is proclaimed guilty. Howzzat for a Googly!Once I was finally given an Ungraded Fail on my thesis, I first decided to pack my bags and leave for India. But, my brave sister and mother encouraged and supported me to fight back at UWA and fox Dr. Shen. My sister advised me to talk to the Dean of School Engineering and I followed her instructions. I first got an opportunity to meet the Associate Dean of School of Engineering who denied me a meeting with the Dean. She tried to convince me how I should take care of my High Blood Pressure health issue by comfortably talking about her ailing grandfather who then suffered from cancer. I listened to her emotional melodrama but insisted I deserve a chance to finish my Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA for which I was given the unconditional offer of place to study by UWA’s Mrs. Hema Sharda.She could not escape my words of wisdom (remember UWA was Seeking Its Wisdom at the time with its Seek Wisdom motto) and she had to relent to my request to give me a chance to meet the Dean. My sister trained me for my end of melodrama to keep pleading with the Associate Dean until I get what I want from the cheat. I was told to return to her office early evening that day of our meeting when she told the Dean had agreed to allow me complete my Master’s degree without the thesis part. Coincidentally, students who commenced Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at UWA in the Year 2009 were given an option to complete Master’s degree without the dissertation option. I deposited A$ 2000 that I had saved from my salary I earned while working for WGIM in Perth. The remaining A$ 8000 was paid to the university by me with the amount given to me by my mother through her savings sent through wire transfer.Accordingly, I requested help from Mr. Akash Patel’s cousin Mr. Mihir Patel who once had to renew his student visa to complete his Master’s degree research thesis. With his permission, I e-mailed the content of Student Visa Renewal documentation process to my sister who worked with my mother round the clock to get the documents ready. I first requested my father for help but he did a shabby work in the name of documentation. He, at the time, forced me return to India, with whatever degree I get from UWA squarely blaming me for the debacle without knowing what happened to me in the Varsity. My sister and mother vehemently opposed my psychotic retard father in his atrocities. My sister prepared all the documents as per my e-mail instructions to her. She took my mother to correct people to get the job done in time. When the documents were ready, she e-mailed them to me without wasting time. Thanks to my sister and mother, I successfully submitted my Student Visa Renewal Application online to the Department of Immigration and Border Protection (DIBP), Australian Government.The next morning when I opened my Gmail inbox, I had my Student Visa Renewal Request approved by the Australian Government. I immediately informed my sister and mother about this great news and thanked them a lot for their timely help. After all, only a loving WOMAN sister and a WOMAN mother can help you in need. VIXEN girlfriends and VIXEN other women know only to cheat and keep cheating to hide their grave mistakes. I continued with my studies wherein I scored Distinction grade in Oil and Gas Legal Framework (taught by an Australian genius energy industry professional man named Mr. Frank Tudor from Horizon Power) but managed to score only Pass grade in Future Energy (taught by a Chinese rat man whose name I do not know) and Measurement & Control (taught by a Kiwi retard skewed professor named Professor Dr. Brent Young from the University of Auckland). On 8th December 2009, I successfully finished my Master of Oil and Gas Engineering at the University of Western Australia, and I vowed never to return to this University dead or alive in my life.Of course, my mother and sister were jubilant with my achievements thanks to their unrelenting support which saved my future at the time. On 15th December 2009, I singlehandedly (circumventing migration agents and their hefty fees) applied to DIBP for Permanent Resident Visa which was deemed mandatory to work in Australia as Graduate Engineer in the Oil and Gas companies’ Graduate Development Programs. Over the months, I successfully submitted required documents to DIBP who processed my application then. In the meantime, Department of Resources, Energy and Tourism (RET) advertised for Policy Officer position at Australian Public Service (APS) Level 5 whose job description and selection criteria encouraged me to submit my application. The selection criteria enumerated that in special circumstances, they would accept applications from applicants who do not meet all of the selection criteria requirements. I was totally qualified for the job advertised but my only drawback was I was an Indian citizen at the time and my Permanent Resident Visa application was under examination.The job selection criteria demanded that the applicant be an Australian citizen at the time of applying. Since the advertisement itself mentioned that RET would accept applications from people in special circumstances, I decided to submit my application to see if I was eligible for special circumstances criteria that allows me work for Australian Government department as an Indian citizen who was willing to denounce his Indian citizenship and undergo vetting to ensure he is eligible to work for the Australian Government. I, for the first time in a long time, was enthused to carefully prepare my application so that my application is considered for the advertised job vacancy’s interview process.On 14 June 2010, I mailed RET hard copies of my application along with supporting documents and information about my pending Permanent Resident Visa application under consideration from the Australian Government at the time. I also informed Australia Post postal status of my application to RET staff that they should expect hand delivery of my application on 17th June 2010 as mentioned on Australia Post website postal status search results. On 14 June 2010, I had also e-mailed RET scanned copies of the contents of my mailed post to them. Once they received hard copy of my application, they acknowledged through e-mail receipt of my postal contents.Over the following days, I waited eagerly to hear back from RET about my application status. Surprisingly, on 2 July 2010, I received an e-mail from my Permanent Resident Visa Case Officer Mr. Kumar Lang from the Brisbane General Skilled Migration Centre that my Permanent Resident Visa was approved. I was happy with Visa approval but I was waiting eagerly to hear back from RET about my job application for Policy Officer position (APS Level 5). I informed my mother and sister about receiving my Permanent Resident Visa approved. They congratulated me and directed me to find a job soon. I told them about my RET application to which they wished me luck. I went to Perth DIBP Centre for Visa labelling as advised by Mr. Kumar Lang wherein the visa labeller labelled my Permanent Resident Visa on my Indian passport and also termed me lucky applicant because I had got my Visa within search a short space of time when other applicants who applied prior to me were still waiting to know their visa application statuses. I told her that I too was surprised with the outcome in 6 months when I was legitimately waiting for the visa decision to be made within 2 years from the date of application. I agreed with her that I was indeed lucky probably because mine was an independent application and was straightforward to process the application to its logical outcome.Nonetheless, I got nothing to hear from RET about my application, and so I decided to e-mail them without further ado so that I do not become the least influential candidates they were looking for the advertised job vacancy. Through my e-mail, I narrated how I could legally become an Australian citizen within a year that met the 4-year residence requirement criterion now that I am surprisingly a permanent resident. To this, RET reverted with a single line e-mail response stating “Australian Citizenship Requirement” criterion which earlier was ready to be waived off when Honourable Mr. Kevin Rudd MP was the Prime Minister of Australia.The Australian Labor Caucus led by Vixen Opportunist then Deputy Prime Minister Ms. Julia Gillard - a staunch feminist fighting for women’s rights (especially my Indian Vixen former girlfriend Ms. Sowmya Vasisht’s rights) - ousted Mr. Kevin Rudd to become Australian Prime Minister which the Australian newspapers aptly termed first of its kind third-world politics in the first-world Australia. Had I been granted Australian citizenship by Mr. Kevin Rudd, then Ms. Sowmya Vasisht’s efforts to ruin my life forever through her influential Indian Governments’ servants and friendly Prime Minister friend Dr. Manmohan Singh and friendly Congress President Mrs. Sonia Gandhi’s overarching international mafia operations on Australia would have failed to see the light of the day.Feminist Deputy Prime Minister Ms. Julia Gillard was waiting like a hungry vixen to taste the echelons of the Prime Minister’s office in Canberra, and so she readily accepted Mafia Goddess Ms. Sowmya Vasisht’s plans to mortify and punish a noble Prime Minster Kevin Rudd whose only fault at the time was that he was a Mandarin-speaking Prime Minister with his wife having business interests in China. The Australian Liberal Party and the Right-leaning mediahouses were constantly disparaging Mr. Rudd and his family for their China connections, and so Mr. Rudd and his family members were made scapegoats. I watched Australian First Family Man weep profusely in public.I vowed to myself that I will bring down the people who made him and his family members cry. Then, I began my operation to take down the Liberal Party Premiere of Western Australia Mr. Colin Barnett - a UWA graduate - by first submitting my job application to Graduate Officer position with the Department of Commerce, Government of Western Australia. Here, I managed to receive a feeback telephone call from then Department of Commerce Director Mr. Gary Newcombe who taught me the art of preparing custom-made job applications for Australian Government Departments’ and Australian State Government Departments’ and Australian Territories Government Departments’ suitable job vacancies.Armed with Mr. Newcombe’s suggestions, I tried my luck at bringing down Mr. Colin Barnett through my custom-made job application for Department of Mines and Petroleum, Government of Western Australia. But, I did not intend to damage the Department because none of them had troubled me ever, and more importantly Mr. Mahesh Murthy - a Safety Assessor with the Department then - had shaped me as a well-rounded professional up until then pouring his heart out. So, I left Department of Mines and Petroleum, decided to look for some other Western Australia (WA) Government Department. I stumbled upon Office of Energy of the Government of Western Australia during my job search on WA job search website.To seek revenge for Mr. Kevin Rudd and his family members’ public international humiliation using me as a tool taking standing instructions from Mysore (India) Vixen Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan, I declared a war on feminist then Prime Minister Ms. Julia Gillard, UWA, and the Australian Liberal Party using WA Premiere Mr. Colin Barnett as my bait. For the first time, I caused tremors in Ms. Julia Gillard’s brazen heart when I named RET and her assistance in granting me Permanent Resident Visa when all I did was seek eligibility test for my RET job application.The Australian Political Weather changed abruptly when 2010 Commonwealth Heads of Governments Meeting (CHOGM) was held in Perth with both Ms Julia Gillard and Mr. Colin Barnett showing their solidarity for each other as if the Tsunami was about to perish Australian politics. Ms. Julia Gillard chaired this meeting, but surprisingly Her Fucking Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of the United Kingdom (UK) - an old British grandmother of us Indians - took the pain to travel thousands of miles to Perth from London bringing along Honourable Vice President of India Mr. Hamid Ansari with her. Dr. Manmohan Singh, then Prime Minister of India - an University of Oxford PhD - skipped this event much to my surprise. Even Madame Sonia Gandhi did not think it wise to land in Perth for the Commonwealth grandeur. The event ended with all Commonwealth leaders farting on one another over Aussie smorgasbord and the Australian and the world media ranting and raving about Ms. Julia Gillard’s pointed pink feminist nose and their UK grandmother Queen in her knight’s armour shining brightly like the Queen Honeybee! All the while poor Mr. Colin Barnett and his City of Perth residents paid the bills for hosting Ms. Julia Gillard and Commonwealth world leaders.My application for Graduate Officer with Office of Energy was successfully turned unsuccessful on 16th December 2010. Then, I decided to up the ante on Julia and Colin by applying for Office of Energy Manager position. But, then, Colin sent his WA Police to keep a vigil on my movements. Unfortunately, Colin and Julia, were both under the U.S. President Barack Obama’s HAWK EYED RADAR who observed my actions from distant Washington D.C. but ensured my safety in Perth round the clock. No wonder I am thankful and ever grateful to former U.S. President Barack Obama for his unrelenting support and the trust of Americans I had gained up until then. I withdrew my Manager application with Office of Energy to further destabilize Julia and Colin so that they now begin hurting each other. For the first time, Julia realized how wrong she was in her attempts to become Prime Minister of Australia dumping Mr. Kevin Rudd using me as a weapon to ouster him with help from Mafia Goddess Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan living lavish married life in India. No wonder this Mafia mastermind Indian vixen is today enjoying her PhD studies in Great Britain at Queen’s expense and hospitality!After I wound up my Australia Politics Destabilizing Operations, I waited for a few weeks into the second week of January 2011 to see if Julia and Colin had anything more to offer in terms of injustice. Simultaneously, I prayed to Goddess Mahakali for her divine protection against the evil who all this time watched from the skies Julia, Colin and Sowmya’s melodrama in Perth, Australia. She decided that my prayers must be answered in such a way that all the guilty do not pay price for their grave mistakes, instead, innocent people of Australia must pay the price for helping keep vixen Sowmya alive in India and Julia alive in Australia. So, Goddess Mahakali surprised me with her mastermind devastating natural disaster that turned the switched on the city of Brisbane at Ipswich in outback Queensland so that even the Queen of Queensland Her Fucking Majesty Queen Elizabeth II feel the terror of natural calamities wreaking havoc in Queensland with the Queen watching the natural godly disaster on her TV sitting calmly in her London’s Buckingham Palace!I had nothing to say but was spellbound with Goddess Kali’s mass destruction abilities to set right things for me that went terribly wrong thanks to Julia, Sowmya, and Colin Down Under. Left-leaning The Sydney Morning Herald journalists, with their identities disguised as local church members with copies of Bible in their shaking hands, rushed to Akash Patel’s Perth home where I lived alone (because Akash was on India Darshan tour) to interview me. I was delighted to learn that finally I was being interviewed about Jesus and Bible by atheists.They asked me several questions about “Apocalypse” pointing to the Bible’s verses but refusing to enter the house as if they feared their death which they thought previously not possible because atheist Julia Gillard was powerful than Jesus herself to negate my prayers to Goddess Mahakali for unrelenting atrocities on me by Julia under the implacable instructions of Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan! Lovely! Hope Julia now realizes Gods and Goddesses do exist and they do watch you from the skies and will protect men and women who have been repeatedly wronged by wrongdoing evil men and women like her, Sowmya and Colin.I feel sorry for the poor Queenslanders who got washed in the tide with some locked up in their cars while being washed up. The media team from Channel 9 led by Karl Stefanovic and his female colleague reported the cloudburst at Ipswich, inundated Brisbane River, panicked Queenslanders, poignant Julia and her Team, furious Australian media, and cursing Australians suffer the pain and loss of losing their dear loved ones to natural calamities. Today, I hope Karl and his lovable Australians realize what I, Kevin Rudd, and his family went through when feminist Julia Gillard ransacked my life and Mr. Kevin Rudd’s and his family’s life to avenge Ms. Sowmya Vishwachethan’s pretentious pain in losing the lust (and not love) of her life Mr. Yashwanth Bhat in the Year 2005 thanks to her philandering acts of love-making to Mr. Bhat that he despised vehemently.Soon after the Brisbane Cloudburst and Incessant Rain, I returned safely to Mangalore in India to re-unite with my family. I am unemployed today for unending atrocities on me by Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan who with her super-influencing powers has crossed all the limits to TERRORIZE the whole world, and guess what nobody in the World can dare to touch her because she holds the mastermind secrets of how upon her instructions the whole World were made to dance on the World’s stage.In summary, I must congratulate Shri Narendra Modi for his iconic BETI BACHAO BETI PADAO BETI SE APNI GAAND MARWAAO program to protect his girl child Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan, her family members, her husband, her children, her in-laws’ family, and her terrorist sympathizers and supporters. Those who wish to migrate to Australia can safely do so because current Prime Minister of Australia Mr. Malcolm Turnbull is neither a feminist nor a misogynist. He is a Prime Minister with balanced outlook towards his life and lives of men and women that matter to him and Australia. I wish you the very best in your Australia Migration efforts. But, after reading my detailed experience in Australia, you might wonder what would Australians now do to cheat Indian women alike Mrs. Sowmya Vishwachethan if they enter to live and work in Australia through the backdoor diplomacy! I sincerely hope you are a responsible man or woman of Indian or Asian-origin who has no history of ever loving your terrorist woman or man of Indian or Asian-origin.Cheers!