A man who trusted god. A man who had confidence in the enchantment of god. A man who had faith in arithmetic. A man who believed that, magic only happens only when you imply logic. A man who is invented by God, who struggled to publish his work. I’m talking about ‘S. Ramanujan’. Today I saw the movie about him, ‘The man who knew infinity’, I cried in last 30 min of this movie. Why I cried? I don’t know. Maybe, This is the principal motivation behind why I'm composing this. Possible I will find the reason of my cry. Mr. Ramanujan was Indian (by born), but he struggled for publishing his tremendous work. He was seeking for the job, he had the family to survive with. He had no degrees but his mathematical research was going to ring a bell in the world soon. He was unaware of it. In the meantime, he found a job, he was working as well as feeding his family. There was always one thing in his mind, mathematics. It is all about math, that he found in each and everything. But th...