The world said this, the world said that,
but nobody cared to know what said my heart.
Nobody ever looked through my eyes, nobody ever thought what I like or despise.
Nobody will ever see what I think, nobody will ever understand nything.
Nobody will ever get to know the pain I`m in...
Nobody will ever uncover the secrets within.
Time & tide waits for none & I`ll grow up as wished by everyone.
My tears are dry & I`ve forgtten 2 cry. But nobody will ever know why I said
"IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING"...
They will never know what I live (lived) for & what my life is!
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
FORBIDDEN LIFE
As the night creeps in
And silence befalls...
The faces seem to fade
Amidst the darkened walls....
But Men must come and Men must go,
As the night creeps in and silence befalls.
The meaning of death has finally struck me and am suddenly not able to find the strength to accept the existence of that.
DEATH ...!! How can a person who had been breathing life, talking walking, smiling,... a person in real flesh & blood be reduced to ashes. Living people... finally ending up in ashes. That’s what death is.!!
Biologically, the heart stops functioning, but for us... it’s the end of a life, and with it dies its hopes, wishes, dreams, its burdens, struggles and also happiness of so many other people.
And yet how easily we forget death...! May be not ‘forget’ but sooner or later we all get used to the sorrow of death – the fact that our dear & loved one is not with us... will never be with us anymore.
That’s what rebels in me tonight ... How can I permit my loved ones body to be burnt in ashes... Never to see him/ her again... never to hear that voice, that laughter... ad whom do I go to when I need help, when I need that particular person.
Will I find a substitute for this too...???
It’s a question for every body... How can we allow death?? Why don’t we have control over it ...?
And yet every life moves towards the sole destination... Death! The only permissible love of life is death...!
So I let the night creep in
And silence to befall...
I let the faces fade
Amidst the darkened walls....
And I cry and I cry...
Till the tears dry.
Until the night creeps into the silent walls.
And silence befalls...
The faces seem to fade
Amidst the darkened walls....
But Men must come and Men must go,
As the night creeps in and silence befalls.
The meaning of death has finally struck me and am suddenly not able to find the strength to accept the existence of that.
DEATH ...!! How can a person who had been breathing life, talking walking, smiling,... a person in real flesh & blood be reduced to ashes. Living people... finally ending up in ashes. That’s what death is.!!
Biologically, the heart stops functioning, but for us... it’s the end of a life, and with it dies its hopes, wishes, dreams, its burdens, struggles and also happiness of so many other people.
And yet how easily we forget death...! May be not ‘forget’ but sooner or later we all get used to the sorrow of death – the fact that our dear & loved one is not with us... will never be with us anymore.
That’s what rebels in me tonight ... How can I permit my loved ones body to be burnt in ashes... Never to see him/ her again... never to hear that voice, that laughter... ad whom do I go to when I need help, when I need that particular person.
Will I find a substitute for this too...???
It’s a question for every body... How can we allow death?? Why don’t we have control over it ...?
And yet every life moves towards the sole destination... Death! The only permissible love of life is death...!
So I let the night creep in
And silence to befall...
I let the faces fade
Amidst the darkened walls....
And I cry and I cry...
Till the tears dry.
Until the night creeps into the silent walls.
15 PARK AVENUE
A very well appreciated movie made by Aparna Sen - a movie depicting one of the rare kinds of mental illnesses - Schizophrenia – a disease where a person lives in an unreal world and believes it to be as true as the real world is for us.
And a very commendable performance by Konkona Sen Sharma who led the role of the mentally challenged patient.
The movie made me think a lot and as usual my extent of imagination had no bounds.
Schizophrenic patients are so unlike the normal people, but still I found a hidden similarity with them.
For me and am sure many of us, our existence is substantiated with the co-existence of an unreal world - a world where all the otherwise impossible things happen... a world where all our suppressed dreams and wishes come true.
For me, in this world, I have with me the love that I had never succeeded in having in my real world. I have some hypothetical problems and situations which deeply affect me and make me cry to an extent where I forget that in actual they do not exist.
And strangest of all, for me, both the worlds operate simultaneously.
When I am in office, I let the real world take over me, though I can hear the call of the unreal world at the same time.
At home I let the latter take over and get so engrossed that often I forget the differentiation between reality and unreality... And yet I am normal.
...We are all normal till there is the fine line of differentiation between fact and imagination.
But just a thought : What happens when we cross the fine line of demarcation??? What happens when imagination takes over reality...?
Do we forget the real world totally? Do we get lost suddenly as Konkona did...???
Do we finally have the address of our dreams as Konkona did ...?
Do we ever get out of this world....???
Do we finally reach our “15 PARK AVENUE”....???
And a very commendable performance by Konkona Sen Sharma who led the role of the mentally challenged patient.
The movie made me think a lot and as usual my extent of imagination had no bounds.
Schizophrenic patients are so unlike the normal people, but still I found a hidden similarity with them.
For me and am sure many of us, our existence is substantiated with the co-existence of an unreal world - a world where all the otherwise impossible things happen... a world where all our suppressed dreams and wishes come true.
For me, in this world, I have with me the love that I had never succeeded in having in my real world. I have some hypothetical problems and situations which deeply affect me and make me cry to an extent where I forget that in actual they do not exist.
And strangest of all, for me, both the worlds operate simultaneously.
When I am in office, I let the real world take over me, though I can hear the call of the unreal world at the same time.
At home I let the latter take over and get so engrossed that often I forget the differentiation between reality and unreality... And yet I am normal.
...We are all normal till there is the fine line of differentiation between fact and imagination.
But just a thought : What happens when we cross the fine line of demarcation??? What happens when imagination takes over reality...?
Do we forget the real world totally? Do we get lost suddenly as Konkona did...???
Do we finally have the address of our dreams as Konkona did ...?
Do we ever get out of this world....???
Do we finally reach our “15 PARK AVENUE”....???
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Sunny!
The rains have finally stopped and sun rays have started peeking from amidst the clouds. The mood has shifted... Who knows the phase might just pass...
Monday, July 04, 2005
“Dear brother…”
Dreams… hopes…expectations…Somewhere unknowingly our lives have become arrested amidst these few words. And then when they are shattered all that is left behind is, amidst the ashes, frustration, depression and self pity. Can words really describe life? How did both of us mess our lives between these words, dear brother?
A few words said by you today is putting my mind to unrest. It is still echoing in my ears… “What I should have done, you are doing it. I am really proud to be your brother!” Simple words, but see it is making me cry! Proud?? To be my brother?? Its like an honorary statement for me. You might not be aware of, but its you who I am proud of, in spite of all your mistakes.
How do I tell you that one of the major influences in my life has been you, and that’s why I m what I am. How do I say that its you from whom I have always learnt the way to talk, to formulate thoughts into ideas? How do I say that it has been your inspiration which has made me put down my inhibitions away and become a jolly friendly being.
How can I say that it had been your absence from the family which had made me realize the strength of family ties and bonds. That it had been while I was yearning for your presence obsessively that I had learnt to be independent, that it was your expectations which had me work hard.
How do I forget that it had been you who had first taught me to wear jeans, to dance… that it had been conversing during those long walks into the dark nights that had taught me to think and analyse? How do I forget that it had been you who had always encouraged me to take on challenges in life?
How do I tell you I am proud of the way you have moved on in your life? How do I tell you though I may not appreciate your ways of dealing with problems yet I am proud of the fact that you have never lost the spirit. That you have always moved ahead with your failures, with the same zeal. That it was you who had taught me to share happiness with others and keep the sorrows to oneself.
That it was you who had always helped me with my problems, given me the best of the advices, patiently and tactfully you have made me realize my faults, shown me how to live for oneself, how to drink life to the lees and live to the fullest!
How easily you put difficult sentiments into simple words, how easily you could say that you are proud of me. Taking your cue, I boast today that you had been my hero all through, that in spite of all your faults and mistakes- I am proud of you, dear brother… I am proud to be your sister and of the fact that YOU are my brother.
I am proud that you are what you are!!
A few words said by you today is putting my mind to unrest. It is still echoing in my ears… “What I should have done, you are doing it. I am really proud to be your brother!” Simple words, but see it is making me cry! Proud?? To be my brother?? Its like an honorary statement for me. You might not be aware of, but its you who I am proud of, in spite of all your mistakes.
How do I tell you that one of the major influences in my life has been you, and that’s why I m what I am. How do I say that its you from whom I have always learnt the way to talk, to formulate thoughts into ideas? How do I say that it has been your inspiration which has made me put down my inhibitions away and become a jolly friendly being.
How can I say that it had been your absence from the family which had made me realize the strength of family ties and bonds. That it had been while I was yearning for your presence obsessively that I had learnt to be independent, that it was your expectations which had me work hard.
How do I forget that it had been you who had first taught me to wear jeans, to dance… that it had been conversing during those long walks into the dark nights that had taught me to think and analyse? How do I forget that it had been you who had always encouraged me to take on challenges in life?
How do I tell you I am proud of the way you have moved on in your life? How do I tell you though I may not appreciate your ways of dealing with problems yet I am proud of the fact that you have never lost the spirit. That you have always moved ahead with your failures, with the same zeal. That it was you who had taught me to share happiness with others and keep the sorrows to oneself.
That it was you who had always helped me with my problems, given me the best of the advices, patiently and tactfully you have made me realize my faults, shown me how to live for oneself, how to drink life to the lees and live to the fullest!
How easily you put difficult sentiments into simple words, how easily you could say that you are proud of me. Taking your cue, I boast today that you had been my hero all through, that in spite of all your faults and mistakes- I am proud of you, dear brother… I am proud to be your sister and of the fact that YOU are my brother.
I am proud that you are what you are!!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Keeping Pace
Chilling Outside… wet roads, all muddy and splashing everywhere… Drizzling all round...all washed away… Smells like monsoon, and with it brings a gloom. People walk past, some brushing away the drizzles and some walk by as if the pours hardly touched them. Screeching sounds of car tyres hitting the muddy surfaces… some still partying late nights, some cosily secure in their warm beds with their partners.
Candle light dinners, long drive, stolen kisses, late night calls…
Dreams woven into empty spaces… dreams shattered silently…
Faded smiles… Some unshed tears blinking on the surface, some pressed onto the cushions…
Hearts linked…Hearts broken…. Striving towards the unknown…Driving into the dark…
A newborn baby, a flower crushed… Something unspoken, some unheard…
A dark highway…a lonely street…
Life goes on…So do I.
Candle light dinners, long drive, stolen kisses, late night calls…
Dreams woven into empty spaces… dreams shattered silently…
Faded smiles… Some unshed tears blinking on the surface, some pressed onto the cushions…
Hearts linked…Hearts broken…. Striving towards the unknown…Driving into the dark…
A newborn baby, a flower crushed… Something unspoken, some unheard…
A dark highway…a lonely street…
Life goes on…So do I.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Flowing with the tide...
Life is what happens while you are planning other things!
Soo true!! Here I was, planning so many things… the castle was almost built, the fairy tale had already reached its peak, when all of a sudden reality sneaked in.. slowly, gradually.. unknowingly, crept into my castle, like a character appearing in one of the chapters of the fairy tale without any introduction.
And it took me over…
Is reality always so shattering??
Right now I am left with a blank space, with a vacuum inside, where there is no place for any feelings, no emotions, no thoughts… just a vacuum. But I think this vacuum was always with me, had followed me everywhere only that I had always overlooked its presence.
From the moment youth had crept into my life, till late, imagination has always been my night partner. The powerful mind can do all the impossible things that is beyond practicality. You can reach the heights of Mt. Everest or the depths of Antarctic.
Faceless, voiceless, yet charming, enticing, alluring….It comes and goes.. the face that I had once talked about.. the image. Maybe it was one of my imaginations but it had been a part of me for quite some time, and today as I am on the verge of burying it, it seems as if I am about to cremate somebody, maybe a part of me. Like an unborn child which had no physical existence but when conceived had brought with it, lots of dreams, happiness and life.
However hard I try to forget its existence, that it was just a fiction, a figment of my covert imagination, it is taking me with it. Like every tide takes away something from the shore.
I just hope there is enough of me left till the end of this fiasco.
Still if you see from far, it would be no fiasco, just a passing superfluous phase. Yet for me it has the same smell as in a burial ground. The same wind, similar silence as in a funeral morning. A pregnant silence. And no chance to grief… since life has to go on…
The phase has to pass on, and I am sure that it will. All that is left is to see, what it leaves behind. Enough to take me through till the end?
Someday, somewhere, sometime, when I have revived through this passing phase, may be I can sit back and think sensibly, but for now, I am flowing… flowing away with the tide.
And it feels good to be with the tide, to be on the high and to flow away with it….
Soo true!! Here I was, planning so many things… the castle was almost built, the fairy tale had already reached its peak, when all of a sudden reality sneaked in.. slowly, gradually.. unknowingly, crept into my castle, like a character appearing in one of the chapters of the fairy tale without any introduction.
And it took me over…
Is reality always so shattering??
Right now I am left with a blank space, with a vacuum inside, where there is no place for any feelings, no emotions, no thoughts… just a vacuum. But I think this vacuum was always with me, had followed me everywhere only that I had always overlooked its presence.
From the moment youth had crept into my life, till late, imagination has always been my night partner. The powerful mind can do all the impossible things that is beyond practicality. You can reach the heights of Mt. Everest or the depths of Antarctic.
Faceless, voiceless, yet charming, enticing, alluring….It comes and goes.. the face that I had once talked about.. the image. Maybe it was one of my imaginations but it had been a part of me for quite some time, and today as I am on the verge of burying it, it seems as if I am about to cremate somebody, maybe a part of me. Like an unborn child which had no physical existence but when conceived had brought with it, lots of dreams, happiness and life.
However hard I try to forget its existence, that it was just a fiction, a figment of my covert imagination, it is taking me with it. Like every tide takes away something from the shore.
I just hope there is enough of me left till the end of this fiasco.
Still if you see from far, it would be no fiasco, just a passing superfluous phase. Yet for me it has the same smell as in a burial ground. The same wind, similar silence as in a funeral morning. A pregnant silence. And no chance to grief… since life has to go on…
The phase has to pass on, and I am sure that it will. All that is left is to see, what it leaves behind. Enough to take me through till the end?
Someday, somewhere, sometime, when I have revived through this passing phase, may be I can sit back and think sensibly, but for now, I am flowing… flowing away with the tide.
And it feels good to be with the tide, to be on the high and to flow away with it….
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Different strokes
Hey... Its your B’day! Lots of love and kisses! How I wish I could spend the entire day with you and wish to be with you the way I would dream to...
Never mind I still enjoyed today. Our relationship has taken a new turn nowadays. And I am enjoying it no less. The different strokes of our life is what enthuses us to go ahead, I guess. We had no cakes today, no gifts, no big treats. All we had was sufficient for me. We were in the place which has helped us to mould our relation in a better way. The flight of stairs leading to that place is something which I will remember forever. In your words they are "blessing in disguise". You have given me so much... so many surprises and so much of happiness. Life seems so complete. You have filled up the vacuum in my life. Where do I store all these? How do I express my gratitude? How do I show my love for you? What gift do I give you today? The gift of love? The promise of togetherness that I might never be able to fulfill? (oh no,... not again, atleast not today!)
I give you my smile, my happiness, and a promise to make our time a cherishing remembrance for you. I gift you today the different strokes to our living!
Take Care!!
Never mind I still enjoyed today. Our relationship has taken a new turn nowadays. And I am enjoying it no less. The different strokes of our life is what enthuses us to go ahead, I guess. We had no cakes today, no gifts, no big treats. All we had was sufficient for me. We were in the place which has helped us to mould our relation in a better way. The flight of stairs leading to that place is something which I will remember forever. In your words they are "blessing in disguise". You have given me so much... so many surprises and so much of happiness. Life seems so complete. You have filled up the vacuum in my life. Where do I store all these? How do I express my gratitude? How do I show my love for you? What gift do I give you today? The gift of love? The promise of togetherness that I might never be able to fulfill? (oh no,... not again, atleast not today!)
I give you my smile, my happiness, and a promise to make our time a cherishing remembrance for you. I gift you today the different strokes to our living!
Take Care!!
Monday, May 23, 2005
The present !
Life suddenly has taken a weird turn for me. All of a sudden nothing seems to matter at all. The darkness seem to be engulfing me everyday. But I guess I am happy. Because I can see them happy. I can see everybody around me happy and I really wish I could laugh heartily for once, but somehow I don’t feel like that. Not that I want to cry. Even tears seem useless. There is happiness floating everywhere except in the darkness of mine. Nobody asks me anything and I don’t tell anything to anyone, coz I don’t find the use of talking anything anymore to anybody. I an terribly busy with office and the moment I am out of office, I am back to my dark self. Everything is shattered around me but I have lost the zeal to gather the pieces around me. As I walk along, the pieces crumble under my feet, and majestically I walk away as if they were mere dry leaves fallen from a forlorn tree.
The thing has finally struck me. The reality of what I have done has finally struck me! And it is devastating. It is eating me up gradually but I never feel a thing. Infact I have sort of accepted it. I remember a friend of mine had said that many of us find pleasure in getting hurt. Today at this point I am sure I am one of those kinds.
I am just waiting to see the extent of my fate, to see what is in store for me. It is like sitting behind and watching a movie waiting for the climax to come.
The window pane my room seems to become hazy as I keep on staring at it and try to see beyond it. The fresh air seems to suffocating today. As I stretch my hands to wash away the moisture on the glass pane the glass crumbles under my hands and the light is blocked. Darkness prevails….
Far from somewhere I can hear the laughter outside, and how similar it sounds like the cry which was choked before it could come out!
The thing has finally struck me. The reality of what I have done has finally struck me! And it is devastating. It is eating me up gradually but I never feel a thing. Infact I have sort of accepted it. I remember a friend of mine had said that many of us find pleasure in getting hurt. Today at this point I am sure I am one of those kinds.
I am just waiting to see the extent of my fate, to see what is in store for me. It is like sitting behind and watching a movie waiting for the climax to come.
The window pane my room seems to become hazy as I keep on staring at it and try to see beyond it. The fresh air seems to suffocating today. As I stretch my hands to wash away the moisture on the glass pane the glass crumbles under my hands and the light is blocked. Darkness prevails….
Far from somewhere I can hear the laughter outside, and how similar it sounds like the cry which was choked before it could come out!
Saturday, April 30, 2005
remembrance
Never A Christmas Morning,
Never the Old Year ends...
But Someone thinks of Someone,
Old days...
Old times...
Old friends...
Never the Old Year ends...
But Someone thinks of Someone,
Old days...
Old times...
Old friends...
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Sorry...!
Why do I always hurt you always?? maybe that’s the only thing I have ever done to you. I really feel that I am taking you for a ride. I don’t deserve you dear. If possible forgive me, but I am totally tired of the entire situation. You were right about me. Everyday I prove that to myself how true you were about me. Some day I want to prove myself how wrong I was to leave you...but by then it would be too late, and everything will be shattered!! That’s what I want!! But what to about this guilt...cant live with this guilt lifelong!!! how i wish this world to end right now!! I am tired of it... sorry dear... couldn’t keep up to my word!! you were right!
Sunday, April 24, 2005
another gift of love... !
Today hadn’t been the best of my days....... for some reason unknown I wasn’t up to the mood. It seemed as if everything was irritating me and nothing seemed to go right.
Things like this often happen to me... for some reason somewhere... things start bothering me and I cant even find a clue to its root cause.
Today had been a similar day... things didn’t seemed to be on track anymore... and I couldn’t understand why!! From my childhood I have had this habit of talking to God or maybe some person who in my illusions has control over all the things. Today I had been talking to him again... why things are happening the way they are? Why cant things go the way we desire.. and if they cant go that way why do we desire them to be... in short why is life not easy...? why are we always in a fix? What to do what not to..........?
Then I came across this article of mountain wings. Read it twice... it goes as:
Cant say whether the tensions have been erased or not since I don’t exactly know what was bothering me... but yes... I feel better now... more at peace...
This is a phase, it will pass soon. If things work out according to my wishes... good! If don’t then even better as I know god’s wish is there.
Tomorrow is not far away... and its gonna be a bright one too. Another dawn... another day for me to win, another day to love, another day to live...
Things like this often happen to me... for some reason somewhere... things start bothering me and I cant even find a clue to its root cause.
Today had been a similar day... things didn’t seemed to be on track anymore... and I couldn’t understand why!! From my childhood I have had this habit of talking to God or maybe some person who in my illusions has control over all the things. Today I had been talking to him again... why things are happening the way they are? Why cant things go the way we desire.. and if they cant go that way why do we desire them to be... in short why is life not easy...? why are we always in a fix? What to do what not to..........?
Then I came across this article of mountain wings. Read it twice... it goes as:
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#3028 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Baking A Cake
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A little boy is telling his Grandma how "everything" is going
wrong: school, family problems, severe health problems, etc.
Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake.
She asks her grandson if he would like a snack, which of course,
he does.
"Here, have some cooking oil."
"Yuck" says the boy.
"How about a couple of raw eggs?"
"Gross, Grandma!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Grandma, those are all yucky!"
To which Grandma replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by
themselves. But when they are put together in the right way,
they make a wonderfully delicious cake!
God works the same way.
Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and
difficult times. But God knows that when He puts these things
all in His order, they always work for good!
We just have to trust Him and eventually they will all make
something wonderful!"
God is Crazy About You.
He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere
in the universe, and He chose your heart
Cant say whether the tensions have been erased or not since I don’t exactly know what was bothering me... but yes... I feel better now... more at peace...
This is a phase, it will pass soon. If things work out according to my wishes... good! If don’t then even better as I know god’s wish is there.
Tomorrow is not far away... and its gonna be a bright one too. Another dawn... another day for me to win, another day to love, another day to live...
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Search for oneself
Love and Intimacy are ultimately based on understanding - the desire to understand, the need and the willingness to be understood. Vulnerability and trust are integral.
I felt that I was not very good at saying what needed to be said. Sometimes, words did not come out at all, only the tears did. Sometimes I felt like I wasn't understood. I wondered if it were me ..
Surrender: I was a battered rag doll that had been thrown out into the elements, exposed, naked, unfamiliar with feelings and emotions....Pain .., it was feeling.
The passing seasons: It had been Autumn. Walking in the crispness, lonely, but not alone, in my emptiness, I watched a small puppy frolicking in the colored leaves that heralded the bare branches and the coming frosty winds .. Winter, a wish had come true. Winter, a death of the past. Autumn had gone, the leaves had fallen, the snow was on the ground .. maybe Spring would come again ..
I felt that I was not very good at saying what needed to be said. Sometimes, words did not come out at all, only the tears did. Sometimes I felt like I wasn't understood. I wondered if it were me ..
Surrender: I was a battered rag doll that had been thrown out into the elements, exposed, naked, unfamiliar with feelings and emotions....Pain .., it was feeling.
The passing seasons: It had been Autumn. Walking in the crispness, lonely, but not alone, in my emptiness, I watched a small puppy frolicking in the colored leaves that heralded the bare branches and the coming frosty winds .. Winter, a wish had come true. Winter, a death of the past. Autumn had gone, the leaves had fallen, the snow was on the ground .. maybe Spring would come again ..
Friday, April 08, 2005
Scientists Find Soft Tissue in T-Rex Bone
...A 70-million-year-old Tyrannosaurus rex fossil dug out of a hunk of sandstone has yielded soft tissue, including blood vessels and perhaps even whole cells, U.S. researchers reported....
..."Preservation of this extent, where you still have this flexibility and transparency, has never been seen in a dinosaur before." Feathers, hair and fossilized egg contents yes, but not truly soft tissue....
...The finding certainly shows fossilization does not proceed as science had assumed...
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=585&e=1&u=/nm/20050324/sc_nm/dinosaur_to_dc
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/03/0324_050324_trexsofttissue.html
Posted by DMJ, Apr 6 2005, 08:14 PM:
Since it is impossible for organic matter to survive millions of years, doesn't this finding dismiss the notion of evolution? Seems like creationism is a better theory to explain everything.
Although, I never quite bought into evolution since it violated the first and second law of thermodynamics:
#1 Matter can neither be created or destroyed. If matter can't be created, then evolution can't be accurate. A creationists solution to this problem is a God that operates outside the realm of physics.
#2 Law of Entropy, that things go from order to increased disorder. The evolutionary theory states the opposite. Evolutionist argue creation came from a random act which lead to increasing sophisticated organisms and order.
..."Preservation of this extent, where you still have this flexibility and transparency, has never been seen in a dinosaur before." Feathers, hair and fossilized egg contents yes, but not truly soft tissue....
...The finding certainly shows fossilization does not proceed as science had assumed...
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=585&e=1&u=/nm/20050324/sc_nm/dinosaur_to_dc
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/03/0324_050324_trexsofttissue.html
Posted by DMJ, Apr 6 2005, 08:14 PM:
Since it is impossible for organic matter to survive millions of years, doesn't this finding dismiss the notion of evolution? Seems like creationism is a better theory to explain everything.
Although, I never quite bought into evolution since it violated the first and second law of thermodynamics:
#1 Matter can neither be created or destroyed. If matter can't be created, then evolution can't be accurate. A creationists solution to this problem is a God that operates outside the realm of physics.
#2 Law of Entropy, that things go from order to increased disorder. The evolutionary theory states the opposite. Evolutionist argue creation came from a random act which lead to increasing sophisticated organisms and order.
Who discovered the "80-20 Rule"?
Vilfredo Pareto
Vilfredo Pareto, an Italian economist from the turn of the 20th century, noticed that 80% of the land in Italy was owned by 20% of the citizens. He further noticed that in general, income, wealth, land ownership, and other such economic things followed a similar distribution. He formalized this observation into "Pareto's Law", which states that distribution of wealth follows a logarithmic relationship:
Log N = log A + m ( log x )
Where N is the number of income earners who earn higher than x. A and m are constants, determined by the specific system under study. The 80-20 rule, also known as the "Pareto Principle", is a specific instance of this relationship.
Dr. Joseph Juran, management expert and quality pioneer, was the first to apply the 80-20 rule outside of economics, specifically applying it productivity, giving us the most popular statement of the 80-20 rule: 80% of the work is done by 20% of the workers.
Until recently, the 80-20 rule, or logarithmic distributions in general, were rarely studied outside the fields of economics or management theory. However, recent advances in network theory have found that Pareto's Law it is equally valid for a number of other systems, both naturally occurring and man-made systems, including molecular biology, the spread of viruses (both organic and cyber varieties), the organization of terrorist cells, the infrastructure of the Internet, the organization of the World Wide Web, and the "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" phenomenon - a real phenomenon, although it is not unique to Kevin Bacon.
In any case, the next time you feel like you're doing 80% of the work, at least you can take comfort in knowing it's not just your imagination.
Vilfredo Pareto, an Italian economist from the turn of the 20th century, noticed that 80% of the land in Italy was owned by 20% of the citizens. He further noticed that in general, income, wealth, land ownership, and other such economic things followed a similar distribution. He formalized this observation into "Pareto's Law", which states that distribution of wealth follows a logarithmic relationship:
Log N = log A + m ( log x )
Where N is the number of income earners who earn higher than x. A and m are constants, determined by the specific system under study. The 80-20 rule, also known as the "Pareto Principle", is a specific instance of this relationship.
Dr. Joseph Juran, management expert and quality pioneer, was the first to apply the 80-20 rule outside of economics, specifically applying it productivity, giving us the most popular statement of the 80-20 rule: 80% of the work is done by 20% of the workers.
Until recently, the 80-20 rule, or logarithmic distributions in general, were rarely studied outside the fields of economics or management theory. However, recent advances in network theory have found that Pareto's Law it is equally valid for a number of other systems, both naturally occurring and man-made systems, including molecular biology, the spread of viruses (both organic and cyber varieties), the organization of terrorist cells, the infrastructure of the Internet, the organization of the World Wide Web, and the "Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon" phenomenon - a real phenomenon, although it is not unique to Kevin Bacon.
In any case, the next time you feel like you're doing 80% of the work, at least you can take comfort in knowing it's not just your imagination.
Meaning from the Silence of the space between the words:
The answers cannot be found in the words.
They can, however be found in the silence that embraces all sounds.
They can, however be found in the silence that embraces all sounds.
Finding a Meaning of Life in amongst the words
Words are sounds to which each of us ascribes our own personal meaning. Each individual sound breaks the silence like the clap of thunders breaks the stillness of the moment before a thunder storm. Yet after the storm, the sun comes out and life is renewed.
We, as a civilization, as a culture are obsessed with sounds .. and words. These words have a meaning which we only understand in terms of a feeling .. a resonance with some learned belief.
The meaning is embellished with emotions which are the consequences experienced from the use of words. If you swore in church as a child, you got a belting.
Philosophy and Spiritual Education is based on the shattered mind's need .. a search for a meaning from the mysteries of the past .. that there has to be something more to life than the conflict between what we are told to believe and what our experience is telling us is the way it is.
The search for a meaning is based on fear. Every philosophy, every religion, every individual doctrine embraced by the mind as a truth has its basis in fear.
One young lady wrote ... "the silence has been shattered by the sounds of students and teachers tearing the words to shreds looking for answers."
We, as a civilization, as a culture are obsessed with sounds .. and words. These words have a meaning which we only understand in terms of a feeling .. a resonance with some learned belief.
The meaning is embellished with emotions which are the consequences experienced from the use of words. If you swore in church as a child, you got a belting.
Philosophy and Spiritual Education is based on the shattered mind's need .. a search for a meaning from the mysteries of the past .. that there has to be something more to life than the conflict between what we are told to believe and what our experience is telling us is the way it is.
The search for a meaning is based on fear. Every philosophy, every religion, every individual doctrine embraced by the mind as a truth has its basis in fear.
One young lady wrote ... "the silence has been shattered by the sounds of students and teachers tearing the words to shreds looking for answers."
Thursday, March 31, 2005
disillusionment
I had always thought that my 1st job, my first salary, will be special to me. It will be a step into the independent world which will take me towards being a more wholesome person. When the placement process in my institute began and the first 2 candidates got placed , I had wondered how it would feel when I too will get placed, how happy my family will be, and I had actually visualized myself of giving them the news and their overjoyed screams had already reached my ears.. But when the actual thing did happen it was nothing near to the way I had thought it to be.
It was no big company and in fact when I got the offer I really gave it a second thought, am I not losing other chances? Did I deserve something better? Is the salary too low as compared to others? And amidst theses queries I didn’t find the joy I was supposed to find. On informing my family there, too, was no flow of over joy, dad was not well(obviously after the bomb-shell that I dropped last month, it will take him some time to recover). Mom did congratulate me but somehow, even though I tried not to get it, I could feel the indifferent attitude in their voice. Maybe they were happy or sort of relieved but somehow it wasn’t the one of the happiest moments as I had wanted it to be… the wishes sounded so formal. Maybe they had expected something better.
Even as the days passed, and I thought that mom and dad would at some time refer to my job, the waited moment never came. Dad came, visited me, stayed with me, was concerned even when I had measles, but never referred to my job ever. I had always wanted to be a doctor, but due to some unavoidable circumstances, I never could go for it, though I got an offer since it would have meant huge costs. My dad was one person who always encouraged us for higher studies, he is the person from whom I gotta know about this HRM course and he has played a pivotal role in my life always, but that day which I had always envisioned as a vital day in my life, I missed me dad’s enthusiasm. My 1st job held no happiness for me. He never asked me about my joining, salary, work hours.. not even the location . as if it didn’t matter at all. This was the 1st time in my life when he didn’t go through my mark sheet (of my 1st yr exams) even. I had always thought that maybe due to the past event he was a bit disappointed in me and this was his way of showing it out. But still it hurts……..
Yesterday after many days dad asked about my studies and that I should try for 60% since only then can I apply for NTPC. Yesterday after many days he asked me about my joining and about the other companies where I had been applying. It came as a shock to me since I had stopped expecting that!
But today after talking to Mom, I felt very down. I don’t know how my parents are going to take in what I had said to Mom… but I had to do this or else I wouldn’t have done justice to myself. I can realize that dad will have to go through all that again, maybe I have been selfish but I couldn’t help it. I just had to do it. Give it a try. Donno how things might turn out to be but I have to give it a fight. Let’s see……. I can only hope for the best!!
It was no big company and in fact when I got the offer I really gave it a second thought, am I not losing other chances? Did I deserve something better? Is the salary too low as compared to others? And amidst theses queries I didn’t find the joy I was supposed to find. On informing my family there, too, was no flow of over joy, dad was not well(obviously after the bomb-shell that I dropped last month, it will take him some time to recover). Mom did congratulate me but somehow, even though I tried not to get it, I could feel the indifferent attitude in their voice. Maybe they were happy or sort of relieved but somehow it wasn’t the one of the happiest moments as I had wanted it to be… the wishes sounded so formal. Maybe they had expected something better.
Even as the days passed, and I thought that mom and dad would at some time refer to my job, the waited moment never came. Dad came, visited me, stayed with me, was concerned even when I had measles, but never referred to my job ever. I had always wanted to be a doctor, but due to some unavoidable circumstances, I never could go for it, though I got an offer since it would have meant huge costs. My dad was one person who always encouraged us for higher studies, he is the person from whom I gotta know about this HRM course and he has played a pivotal role in my life always, but that day which I had always envisioned as a vital day in my life, I missed me dad’s enthusiasm. My 1st job held no happiness for me. He never asked me about my joining, salary, work hours.. not even the location . as if it didn’t matter at all. This was the 1st time in my life when he didn’t go through my mark sheet (of my 1st yr exams) even. I had always thought that maybe due to the past event he was a bit disappointed in me and this was his way of showing it out. But still it hurts……..
Yesterday after many days dad asked about my studies and that I should try for 60% since only then can I apply for NTPC. Yesterday after many days he asked me about my joining and about the other companies where I had been applying. It came as a shock to me since I had stopped expecting that!
But today after talking to Mom, I felt very down. I don’t know how my parents are going to take in what I had said to Mom… but I had to do this or else I wouldn’t have done justice to myself. I can realize that dad will have to go through all that again, maybe I have been selfish but I couldn’t help it. I just had to do it. Give it a try. Donno how things might turn out to be but I have to give it a fight. Let’s see……. I can only hope for the best!!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
life
The meaning of life is encoded into punctuations:
A semicolon here, a comma there...
somewhere a question mark or an exclamation rather,
sometimes even quotes,
but ultimately a full-stop.
A semicolon here, a comma there...
somewhere a question mark or an exclamation rather,
sometimes even quotes,
but ultimately a full-stop.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
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