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.

An encounter of the eighth kind

After a couple of hours of staring into a screen, I stepped out into the darkness that had fallen onto the road outside the lab. The road was wide, lit by sodium vapour lamps. They weren't enough to probe into pockets of darkness that hung beneath the trees. Well manicured grass stretched evenly from the illuminating haze into the darkness beneath the trees. The sky was clear. A thin crescent moon hung low in the sky; a face with a faint smile.

Under the tree, I saw a shape in the grass. It munched on the grass, in the cover of darkness. Shy animals by nature, the clever rabbit had found a safe dark clearing in a spot where two roads crossed and four lamps threateningly watched. People walked right by without noticing him. I biked right along him, too see what he looked like. He was shaped like a grey furry easter egg. His back was facing me but both his large ears followed me as I biked in an arc around him; like a radar antenna following a plane. I slowed down as I passed him; he gave me a sideward glance; not alarmed, but seemingly annoyed, "can't you see i am eating?" I apologized without saying a word and went on my way.

Further down the road, the lights had dissapeared. A large family was walking down the sidewalk with two of their dogs; enjoying the cool night. While one dog walked with the group the elder fellow took it upon himself to scout on ahead. I suppose it was route he knew well. I was biking a few feet behind him on the road while he trotted on ahead. A pedestrian crossing came along. He turned towards the road and looked the other way and then, saw me. He didn't expect to see me and was fully prepared to cross. As soon as he did see me, he stopped and looked at me, and smiled, "after you". I biked on ahead and turned back to see him cross, along a straight line, right in the middle of the pedestrian crossing.

In a couple of minutes, I was at a red light. Trucks and cars whizzed past me as I stood and wondered.

Is a blog is mightier than the sword ?

Reports are just pouring in. Judge for yourself - if a blog is mightier than the sword ?

Purdue Grad Student Charged with Making Threats Against President Bush:

http://purdueexponent.org/index.php/module/Issue/action/Article/article_id/3718
http://www.wishtv.com/Global/story.asp?S=4789271&nav=0Ra7

Suspect in Okla. Girl's Killing Had Written About Cannibalism in his blog:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/04/16/AR2006041600926.html

1 / 365

It comes once a year. Starts at 0:00. Wishes are made. Candles are blown. Midnight snack is smeared on faces. Phone calls pour in. Congratulations flood in. ISD calls are made. Greeting cards try and express blessings. The sun seems specially bright that day. Birds seem more chirpier. Gifts (need I mention free) are unwrapped. 11:59 rolls over and the party stops. Almost as if everything turned back into the pumpkin. The next 364 days seem to be clones. But isn't one of those 364 someone else's birthday / special day. "As if I care" / "Whatever", apart from eating that cake & for a few minutes, seems to be the unspoken thought of many in that 364X24 hours. Is there something wrong with this picture. Isnt today someone's birthday? Then why not feel that same special feeling even today. Why is the sun specially here for you today ?