Love and Morality

It has become a commonsiight to see people change the personnel in their relationships, like changing cars in their lives. I have always hated the fact that people are not committed enough in their relationships. But, seeing some of my friends do the same, I am not able to come to grips with the idea more. The last few days I have been trying to see the situation from the other persons shoe, but still, i have the same questions run through my mind. Is it morally correct to do it? Will that not be a haunting factor in ones life?, Is it correct to ditch your partner for a better person?

To add to my previous blog

I am in the 5th year of my Ph.D , with all my friends who are not in school, buying SAAB, and prelude, with me in school with lack of motivation...

Is it laziness or lack of motivation?

I have been in the lab for 40 hours during thelast week, and I have probably worked 10 hours. Other 30 hours, I have been doing irrelevant things, and things that does not reward me by any means. I have been trying to address this efficiency issue for a long time, but this time around it is as bad as a steam engine. The height of this issue was when i was trying to read an article on how to improve or better your concentration, i took a couple of seconds break, and before i realized i had already closed the window. I have always heard people say about the roadblocks people face when doing Ph.D , Is it the same kind ?

Fall '06 at cll

 

Good read

Walking down the aisle, I saw her in her best blue dress. Coyingly calling me to reach out to her and hear her story. See what she had to show about "The End to Poverty: Economic possibilities for our time". Its authored by Jefferey Sachs. It may seem quite verbose at a first glance, but he has done a good job of keeping the theory stuff out of it. I am yet to get to the chapter where he actually mets out his advice. But a good long read even for those philanthropic ones.

Quote of the Day

You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing -- that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.

- Richard Feynman

Is mine too small

I have been seeing quite some returning visitors to this blog-page, apparently with the hope of seeing something - i. utterly confusing (is there like a Upper limit to the confusion we can write and still make sense) or ii. exchange personal viewpoints so that some, viz. yours truly, can be even more confused than they were to start out with or iii. Just add to the confusion, you know like an octopus spraying ink. Get your own colored ink.

Note to other authors: You have a crowd to entertain.
Note to particular author: That crowd is not 1 specific person only.

Moving on to the point I have been pondering over for the past weeks, years, eons (or minutes if you muggles/engineers wish to be realistic). Your views are more than welcome.

People talk. By this I don't mean everything that comes out phonetically from human beings upper orifices [did not mean to be gross, but it came out that way :) ]. By this comment I meant, when people and society in general comments about you and your personal relationships with other human beings and more importantly when you care about what they talk and to whom. As is the case with almost all human beings, no one likes to be slandered or talked bad about and this is the reason we are more than eager to know what people talk about us when we are not there. It is almost like a treasure hunt, with the treasure being either a gold chest (mental peace that you are good and loved by others) or octopus ink (*^*&_*&*%^$$#)

I asked myself the question "How many times do I take the opportunity to talk good about someone (not a product) without being asked about him /her." Please omit dearly beloved ones, kids (if any) and parents from the list of probables. I came up with a number. HINT: single digit.

"Is mine too small?" was the natural male-chauvinistic question that followed.