Monday, December 3, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Monday, September 3, 2012
Ray Bradbury
“If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . ." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Saturday, August 25, 2012
I Like For You To Be Still by Pablo Neruda
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
Friday, August 24, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
HIggs Boson and other articles
Higgs boson unhyped
A video tutorial on higgs boson particle
Some particle it is
Flowers- strange ones
JJ Gibson- 1, 2, 3
Must reads? - 1, 2, 3
Amazing pictures of outer space
A video tutorial on higgs boson particle
Some particle it is
Flowers- strange ones
JJ Gibson- 1, 2, 3
Must reads? - 1, 2, 3
Amazing pictures of outer space
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Let's trade
Put my palm
on your chest
let it rest
and act as balm
to take care of sorrow
which is couched in the burrow
of some corner of your heart
Let me absorb
all that hurts
there is a lot of repentance
I owe to the world
So lets trade your pain
Let me pay for my treason
And let me witness you
pleasant.
on your chest
let it rest
and act as balm
to take care of sorrow
which is couched in the burrow
of some corner of your heart
Let me absorb
all that hurts
there is a lot of repentance
I owe to the world
So lets trade your pain
Let me pay for my treason
And let me witness you
pleasant.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
Motor Control
Interesting series of articles on wikipedia on motor control and how muscle research leaves people confounded.
Degree of freedom
and then look at see also section at the bottom.
Degree of freedom
and then look at see also section at the bottom.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Articles
Yes I want to be alone
Bipedalism
Funny creationists
Albert Camus
Facts about hands
Preoccupied brain
Bipedalism
Funny creationists
Albert Camus
Facts about hands
Preoccupied brain
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Bees! I bow to you!
Bees are marvelous creatures. They can see UV and use polarization of atmosphere to determine temporal and directional information. The wiki page on Karl von Frisch study on them here is incredible.
Waggle dance
Waggle dance
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Umwelt
Umwelt is the idea that because their senses pick up on different things different animals in the same ecosystem actually inhabit very different worlds.
Monday, May 7, 2012
In flagrante delicto
(from wikipedia:)
In flagrante delicto (Latin: "in blazing offence") or sometimes simply in flagrante (Latin: "in blazing") is a legal term used to indicate that a criminal has been caught in the act of committing an offence (compare corpus delicti). The colloquial "caught in the act", "caught red-handed", or "caught rapid" are English equivalents.
In flagrante delicto (Latin: "in blazing offence") or sometimes simply in flagrante (Latin: "in blazing") is a legal term used to indicate that a criminal has been caught in the act of committing an offence (compare corpus delicti). The colloquial "caught in the act", "caught red-handed", or "caught rapid" are English equivalents.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
One embrace
This pain that I relish
his memories that I cherish
letters will just make it worse
pining becoming nigh a curse
all this heart wishes
is him in his true essence
and an embrace that crushes
the want of his presence.
his memories that I cherish
letters will just make it worse
pining becoming nigh a curse
all this heart wishes
is him in his true essence
and an embrace that crushes
the want of his presence.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Etched
I have something that will stay with me
Is it enough to let a poem be
the transience of happiness is indeed vain
now I have the memories permanent, etched in pain
Is it enough to let a poem be
the transience of happiness is indeed vain
now I have the memories permanent, etched in pain
Smitten
Don't get me back to my cold self yet
there are verses to be written
Sometimes a stone also wants to feel
how it is like to be smitten.
Utopia
Deceptive eyes
inadvertent lies
fickle emotions
ephemeral devotion
spring gets over
flowers don't blossom
then any longer
and you reckoned
love will persist
forever?
What utopia!
inadvertent lies
fickle emotions
ephemeral devotion
spring gets over
flowers don't blossom
then any longer
and you reckoned
love will persist
forever?
What utopia!
Hard
My heart imitates a snake coiling
Thinking of him, my head is toiling
One touch of his I yearn
Love is hard, thus I learn
Thinking of him, my head is toiling
One touch of his I yearn
Love is hard, thus I learn
Tyler Landman
'One of the hardest aspects is dealing with the scene, all the talking about climbing and who’s doing what, you know. I hate that stuff. And that’s why I would never climb professionally again, because I don’t enjoy talking about all the climbs I’ve done. That’s why I respect people at the limit of the sport who don’t feel the need to report everything they do.'
Full Article here
Full Article here
WWW
'I also aim to imagine how to sustain the life-affirming properties of human contact and community in the face of such powerful and addictive technologies. They will not improve the quality of human life if they only bury people even further into their electronic shells. Practically every week some magazine runs a story about how email, cell phones, texting, Facebook, Twitter, etc., etc., have diminished the quality of face-to-face communication. In 2009 the New York Times profiled a family of six in which every member, including the five-year old, starts the day by grabbing a nearby electronic gadget instead of talking to each other. There is nothing new about the fear that technology is harming human interaction. People philosophized and worried about telegraphs and telephones in very much the same way that people now philosophize and worry about the Internet. In an 1880 novel titled Wired Love: A Romance of Dots and Dashes two telegraph operators carried on a very politely Victorian version of cybersex and pondered whether they had a “real” relationship. Going back even further, Plato fretted about the impact of writing on human interaction 2,400 years ago in the Phaedrus. (To see that writing is a technology, consider what it would take for you to create a pen, ink, and paper on your own.) Plato argued that unlike its author, a written text could not engage in conversation; if questioned it would simply give the same answer again. Knowledge only truly exists in human interaction, he said. He concluded that by seducing people into believing that they can obtain knowledge from solitary reading, the written word threatens human ties.'
Full Article here
Full Article here
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Oft, in the stilly night
Poet: Thomas Moore (1779 - 1852 / Dublin / Ireland)
Poet (translation from English to Urdu): Nadir Kakorvi (born 1857)
Singer: Reshma-(Born in Rajasthan to a Gypsy family in 1947)
Oft, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me;
The smiles, the tears,
Of boyhood's years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm'd and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain hath bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends, so link'd together,
I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in wintry weather;
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me,
Sad memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
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Aksar shab-e-tanhai mein, Kuch dair pehlay neend say
Guzri hui dil-chuspian, Beetay huay din aish k
Buntay haiN shama-e-zindagi, Aur Daaltay haiN roshni
Meray dil-e-sud chaak per...
Woh bachpan aur wo saadgi, Woh rona woh hansna kabhi
Phir woh jawani kay mazay, Woh dil lagi woh qehqahay
Woh ishq woh ehd-e-wafa, Woh wada or woh shukriya
Woh lazzat-e-bazm-e-tarb, Yaad aati hain ik aik sab.......
Dil ka kanwal jo roz-o-shab, rehta shagufta tha so ab
Os ka yeh ab tar haal hai, ik sabza-e-pamaal hai
Ik phool kumlaya hua, sookha hua bikhra hua
Ronda parda hai khaak per...
Yunhi shab-e-tanhai main, kuch dair pehlay neend say
Guzri hui na-kaamiyan, beetay huay din ranj kay
Bantay hain shama-e-baykasi, aur Daltay hain roshni
Un hasraton ki qabr per...
jo aarzooain pehlay theen, phir Gham say hasrat ban gaein
Gham dooston k faut ka, un ki jawaan mout ka
lay daikh sheeshay main meray, un hasraton ka khoon hai
jo gardish-e-ayyam say, jo qismat-e-nakaam say
ya aish-e-gham anjaam say, marg-e-but-e-gulfaam say
khud dil mein meray mer gaein, kis tarha paaon main hazeen
qaaboo dil-e-sadchaak per..
jab aah un ahbab ko, main yaad ker uthta hoon jo
yun mujh say pehlay uthh gaye, jis tarha taaier (birds) baaGh k
ya jesay phool aur pattiyan, gir jain sab qabl khizan
aur Khushk reh jaye shajr...
us waqt tanhai meri, bun ker mujassam baykasi
ker deti hai pesh-e-nazar, ho haq sa ik weeran ghar
berbaad jis ko chor ka, sub rehnay walay chal basay
TooTay kiwaaR or khiRkiyaN, chat (ceiling) k Tapaknay k nishaN
pernaalay haiN rozan nahin, yeh hall hain aaNgan nahin
perday nahiN, chilman nahin, ik shama tak roshan nahin
meray siwa jiss main koi, jhankay na bhoolay say koi
woh khana-e-shali hai dil, poochay na jis ko dev koi
ujra hua weeran ghar...
aksar shab-e-tanhai main, kuch dair pehlay neend say
guzri hui dil-chuspian, beetay huay din aish k
bantay haiN shama-e-zindagi, aur Daltay haiN roshni
meray dil-e-sud chaak per...
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Western Ghats
So Kalyan Varma presented a slideshow of his photographs today. Those took my breath away, made me question a lot of things.
His site.
So apparently he left his job at Yahoo to become a wildlife photographer. Aah such life!
His site.
So apparently he left his job at Yahoo to become a wildlife photographer. Aah such life!
Monday, April 9, 2012
Quips
'Stars remind us how small we are, how far we’ve come, how fast we’re flying, and how we’re never all done.'
You may have inner tranquility, but you can't escape surface tension.
May I be excused? My brain is full.
You may have inner tranquility, but you can't escape surface tension.
May I be excused? My brain is full.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Everest unlike anyone else :-)
Amazing feat by Sano Babu Sunuwar and Lakpa Tsheri Sherpa
http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/adventurers-of-the-year/2012/peoples-choice-lakpa-tsheri-sherpa-sano-babu-sunuwar/
http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/adventure/adventurers-of-the-year/2012/peoples-choice-lakpa-tsheri-sherpa-sano-babu-sunuwar/
Introversion
'From Darwin to Picasso to Dr. Seuss, our greatest thinkers have often
worked in solitude, and in my book I examine lots of research on the
pitfalls of groupwork. '
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-power-of-introverts
More on creativity: http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=193
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=the-power-of-introverts
More on creativity: http://www.dailygood.org/view.php?sid=193
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Some women
Kira Salak: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kira_Salak
Emily Ainsworth: http://emilyainsworth.com/about/
What is the probability that I end up doing something of this sort?
Emily Ainsworth: http://emilyainsworth.com/about/
What is the probability that I end up doing something of this sort?
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Cows and Milk..
Recently I have come across many researches that talk about how humans evolved and are different:
Ajit Varki talked about certain kind of cell surface glycoproteins (his theory about self and denial is also interesting)
Peter Parhan talked about MHCs today
And now this article: http://www.robrdunn.com/2011/05/the-secret-truth-about-lactose-defficiency/
I wonder if the trajectory is straight and tell us of what makes us humans, it is more reflective of what we were doing.
Ajit Varki talked about certain kind of cell surface glycoproteins (his theory about self and denial is also interesting)
Peter Parhan talked about MHCs today
And now this article: http://www.robrdunn.com/2011/05/the-secret-truth-about-lactose-defficiency/
I wonder if the trajectory is straight and tell us of what makes us humans, it is more reflective of what we were doing.
Who taught me that alchohol was bad?
1. http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/2012/02/16/fruit-flies-use-alcohol-to-self-medicate-but-feel-bad-about-it-afterwards/?WT_mc_id=SA_CAT_EVO_20120220
2. http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/2012/02/17/strong-medicine-drinking-wine-and-beer-can-help-save-you-from-cholera-montezumas-revenge-e-coli-and-ulcers1/
2. http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/2012/02/17/strong-medicine-drinking-wine-and-beer-can-help-save-you-from-cholera-montezumas-revenge-e-coli-and-ulcers1/
So, was it beer?
We drank ourselves to civilization. I knew it couldn't have been a well thought decision! :D
http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/2012/02/15/a-sip-for-the-ancestors-the-true-story-of-civilizations-stumbling-debt-to-beer-and-fungus/
http://blogs.scientificamerican.com/guest-blog/2012/02/15/a-sip-for-the-ancestors-the-true-story-of-civilizations-stumbling-debt-to-beer-and-fungus/
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Say what?
The forest, the world, knows where you are and who you are. You must let it find you.
Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed; for every one thinks himself so abundantly provided with it, that those even who are the most difficult to satisfy in everything else, do not usually desire a larger measure of this quality than they already possess.
Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed; for every one thinks himself so abundantly provided with it, that those even who are the most difficult to satisfy in everything else, do not usually desire a larger measure of this quality than they already possess.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Denial of Death
With theory of mind comes denial of mortality, the only species can prevent themselves from self destructing. Danny Brower, the theory fits!
Death Denial: http://cmm.ucsd.edu/varki/varkilab/Publications/B139.pdf
On Optimism: http://wqebelle.blogspot.in/2011/05/optimism-we-are-hardwired-to-ignore.html?zx=98081d240c6f0475
Death Denial: http://cmm.ucsd.edu/varki/varkilab/Publications/B139.pdf
On Optimism: http://wqebelle.blogspot.in/2011/05/optimism-we-are-hardwired-to-ignore.html?zx=98081d240c6f0475
Friday, January 20, 2012
Change is permanent :-(
Then why do I feel sad for fallen forests?
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=amazon-rainforest-tranformation
http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=amazon-rainforest-tranformation
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Bansky
Brilliant artwork:
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/fallen.html
http://jerzygirl45.wordpress.com/art-gallery/banksy/
Must see: His wall fight with Robbo!
His inspiration?: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%A4the_Kollwitz
Movie to watch: Exit through the gift shop
http://www.banksy.co.uk/indoors/fallen.html
http://jerzygirl45.wordpress.com/art-gallery/banksy/
Must see: His wall fight with Robbo!
His inspiration?: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/K%C3%A4the_Kollwitz
Movie to watch: Exit through the gift shop
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
No, not the devil
http://smileosmile.com/celebrities/why-i-killed-gandhi-nathuram-godses-final-address-to-the-court/
It is strange how people are humans, capable of making mistakes and changing the course of the world. It is strange how each of feel the same basic emotions but have different perspectives to achieve the same goal.
It is strange how nothing matters on a wide enough time scale, but nonetheless feels important.
It is strange how consciousness and free will are being questioned and yet we blame each other for wrongs committed.
It is strange how we feel pained by all this, and know that pain is nothing but some neurotransmitters flowing in my body.
It is strange that there are no answers, but only an abyss of questions.
It is strange how people are humans, capable of making mistakes and changing the course of the world. It is strange how each of feel the same basic emotions but have different perspectives to achieve the same goal.
It is strange how nothing matters on a wide enough time scale, but nonetheless feels important.
It is strange how consciousness and free will are being questioned and yet we blame each other for wrongs committed.
It is strange how we feel pained by all this, and know that pain is nothing but some neurotransmitters flowing in my body.
It is strange that there are no answers, but only an abyss of questions.
Circle
Fate as you'd call it
but I always knew
that one day
we shall exchange places
now I yearn for your presence
and you have
destroyed my being
from your life
forever.. for good
A complete circle
but I always knew
that one day
we shall exchange places
now I yearn for your presence
and you have
destroyed my being
from your life
forever.. for good
A complete circle
Monday, January 16, 2012
Alive
One day I will become alive enough to drop tears
for each fallen wood, and every cleared land
for every scar on your face left by the wretched man.
for each fallen wood, and every cleared land
for every scar on your face left by the wretched man.
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