tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97428172012-01-15T17:55:24.323-08:00Using one electric field to substantiate a failing another.littlecowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12137446631889343916noreply@blogger.comBlogger1031100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9742817.post-1146987304443328202006-05-07T00:35:00.000-07:002006-05-07T00:46:07.403-07:00

Rio Grande Bridge across River Rio GrandeTaos, New Mexico. Truss spans of 300, 600 and 300 feet. 650 feet above river level.

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Some conversations just stay in your mind. For their wit, stupidity or sometimes... their gaffe-cal nature. A few samples from my own life follow. If you are not amused, and think they are all B-grade, glance my name in the "About me" section. ;)Addendum: You see I wrote this post but came across a wonderful (and clearly superior) blog while hopping. The blog is maintained by Peeyush (may he

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Santa Fe, New Mexico. 2006.

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(This thought is based on my perfunctory knowledge of genes and genetics. I wish some knowledge had diffused into me through my roomie from the past. But it hasn't. So bear with me and correct me but dont refuse to question me.)I wonder why men prefer younger women and women prefer elder men. The reasons can be speculated without much trouble and is strewn all over the internet: the younger the

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I have tried to fill my own tax forms for the last 4 years. Attended workshops, went to the payroll office to ask questions, talked to friends and searched the web. To no avail. But this time, ladies and gentlemen, when I had the most complicated tax return to file thus far, I finally got it all figured out. Two important pointers (especially for grad students out there):1. Most of the simple tax

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Why do we start treating people nicely, far nicer than we are usually accustomed to, when WE are in deep trouble? A walk with a random stranger becomes an encounter to treasure, locking eyes with the grocery store cashier immerses us in gratitude, and a casual conversation assumes intense importance, as if it is the last word that will resonate across this world, before the million years of

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Los Alamos, New Mexico. 2006. Click to enlarge (13.5 Mb!)A couple of weekends back, I woke up early around 5:00am (never happens usually!). With nothing else to do, I picked up my camera and tripod to shoot some pictures. Walking across a trail, I came across this view. It was not a clear morning and the lighting was difficult. But this one shot was not bad. These mountains were created by magma

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This is my favorite flower. We had a plant that my grandad got from a nearby lake and put it in our garden some 20 years ago. He passed away a couple of years later. But every winter, it dutifully wakes up from its slumber and makes me fall in love all over again. Until my stay in Madras, first thing every morning, I walked up to my plant to ensure it was alright and to see how many new leaves it

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...Upon the release of a cartoon movie, the only theatre in Los Alamos is transformed into a mini circus. Start movie, the large screens are intensely monitored by a gamut of little creatures, ranging in size from the tiny ones whose fingers have not yet grown out of their purple palms to the ones that have learnt to use their saber swords and secretly worship Jedi knights. And then there are the

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Urbana, Illinois. 2005. Click to enlarge (5.5 Mb)For the few remaining junta in champaign: The moving black coat in the right corner is S, talking with her husband, A. She came back abusing that red truck driver, who she claims tried to kill her! :D

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Tap.Tap. Dhoom...Dhoom...Dhoom. Tap. Tap...My steps quicken as I make the cold walk towards the auditorium, where the floor is teeming with musky smelling men and pretty, smiling girls.The men move nimbly to the sound of trumphets, horns and bassoons, while the ladies watch each other in amused delight. As if partaking in this rainbow of activity, the floors squeal in delight when the men trample

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Riverwalk: San Antonio, Texas

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"...the cognitive-affective state characterized by intrusive and obsessive fantasising concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of the amorance..."from a US conference of Sociologists, 1977.

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Arbit Choudhary is recognized as the worlds first B-school/MBA comic character by Wikipedia. Created by Hemantkumar Jain and Shubham Choudhury, this comic strip follows the venerable PhD comic, and is a humorous take on MBAs. Check it out athttp://www.arbitmba.comIt turns out that my buddy R worked in the same lab as George Cham during his stanford years. That is the closest I have been to a

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It will break your prejudices. It will push you to think. It will make you hurt. Very much. But one day, it might just make you and me better humans. Brilliantly Beautiful!

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&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp Vanishing Faith: Vinayagar, Charcoal on canvas &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&

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A compromising man,Loved by all.A compromising musician,None at all!

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Interview with google.com and land a job within the company. Once you are inside, let your tail loose and begin monitoring their search records. Look for the things that people have searched in the last few months, generate a histogram and correlate it with the items they had most difficulty finding. Armed with this knowledge, begin manufacturing exactly those things that people need, in your

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There comes a time when all that a man sees and feels can be put into a previously experienced category, when the fight against repetition becomes futile and life seems to go in a never ending merry-go-round that has lost its friction... its spectacle and its spectators; swirling day and night, the man sits and waits until the smile vanishes slowly and a frown creeps up into the now puckered lips

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*Why do pseudo-philosophical thoughts always rear their ugly heads when surrounded by a hundred delicious pooris and a mass of mirthful mates?*------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------We speak of vanity as if it is a bad word. But at every point of time during evolution, the dominant species has looked at itself in the mirror and marveled at

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“Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.” - Bertrand Russell (English Logician and Philosopher 1872-1970) I could not help but notice that the same profundity could have been uttered just as well by that cute dog that your neighbor has domesticated...

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The first class-action lawsuit against sexual harrasment in the United States was filed by Ms. Jenson against Eveleth mines, an iron ore mining corporation in Northern Minnesota in early 1980s. The excellent movie "North Country", directed by Niki Caro ("Whale Rider"), is loosely based on this true story. Everyday, we indulge our happiness, completely oblivious to the injustices and beastly

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Some call it the D-day, some call it the V-day... Some make it a We-day but for some, it still sadly remains an I-day.When the clock struck 12 on the 14th, I was lost in thought wondering why men wait until valentine's day to propose? Why should the expression of true love wait till a day that anagrams with "Net Vain Delays"? And just then....12:01 am: The little chatterbox, adorned in silver

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(Does dripping sarcasm bother you?)Some say I am boring. Some question my patriotism. Some even detest my friendship. And that, my fellow bloggers, is for the sin of neither watching nor following the sacred game of cricket.Before the patriot in you takes offence, let me assure you that I like cricket and played with elan in the flat lands of Illinois, as I did in Kilkattalai and in the alleys

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Swaziland has the world's highest concentration of AIDS cases. 40% of its adults are infected with HIV and despite treatments, it is expected that most of them will deteriotate to suffer from Acquired Immuno Deficiency Syndrome (AIDS) and eventually die. But not before transmitting this fatal disease to several of their tribesmen. To put this in perspective, picture 10 of your close relatives and

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The stars slowly flicker to life as shadows creep up to consume the steep walls of the rio grande canyon. In the middle of new mexican wilderness, sunrises and sunsets can be dramatic. And while we watch, darkness has begun its nightly ritual to envelop the ashram.In the distance, a resplendent full-moon shines upon a mist shrouded wheeler peak. Basking in the glory of celestial reflections, the

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Want to hear something positive and refreshing for a change? Want to kick start your day with an inspiring story? Switch off your TV and get rid of the dubious websites that report double murders, the recent escape of the convicted rapist, religious riots and militant attacks on Kashmir.Presenting two websites that provide you and your growing kids with just the right kind of story that will make

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Murthy writes:What are years but shifting lines of reference placed on thewaves of timeless time to count seashells of happiness andsorrows. To seek solace from the past disasters, contentmentin our achievements, and look forward with hope for the nextwave of time expecting to pick up a better, more beautifulshell washed ashore.Wishing you a very happy new year!And while you revel in the

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Pyramid Rock Trail, Red Rocks State Park, Gallup, NM.

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Karthik posing in front of his discovery: what is a loo for if you cannot park there?! (Grand Canyon, 2005)

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All hands at the lab are required to take a series of training sessions. Some of them are interesting and contain good engineering. A few are boring beyond belief. I, like 20 others, suffered the torture of one of these classes this week. It was a lead safety training class:----------------------------------------------------------------------------Other than the voice of the instructor who

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Excerpt from Indiatimes cricket:"It is a great reward for all the sacrifices Sachin has made. He has stayed away from the family for long durations, but has not let it affect his performances...he has always given his 100 per cent on the field," Anjali Tendulkar said.While the family has planned a celebration when Sachin returns home, Anjali said she may fly down to Delhi to be by her husband's

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I got this link from Ideasmith's website. I was expecting a lot more than Limbo but hit jackpot with accounting. Were we wondering where Anderson consultants went?I am told its just a few days of hard labor and then, an honorable discharge to... err, the local 'wings of buffallo' aircraft Inc. See you soon...The Dante's Inferno Test has sent littlecow to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!Here is

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Four penguins, a lion, a zebra, a hippo and a giraffe make a hilarious combo in this excellent animation from Dreamworks.Like all animations, Madagascar carries its own pieces of crude humor, foolish villains, generous heroes, spoofs on other movies (like when the lion wrings ones of the foosas to use him as a Nunchuck, complete with Bruce Lee moves!) and spectacular scene portrayal.My favorites

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South Rim, Grand Canyon. 8 hours from home.

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Paharito ski resort. Alt: 9000 ft. 10 minutes from home.

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Her, the sadist: "I take what you need and give you nothing."Him, the masochist: "I love you!"---Thats my love story (in 55 words) response to Janani's tag.

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"The well bred contradict other people.The wise contradict themselves." - O. Wilde

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Five years, two months and four days is a long time to spend in the middle of corn fields, far far away from a big city. Every sunday morning for half a decade, I opened the window to enjoy the complete absence of sprawling traffic, busy honking, crowded traffic intersections, families rushing to find entertainment, billboards flashing or smoke from a monster truck that wades its way to feed the

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M writes now at http://kahkim.blogspot.com mostly of philosophical discussions on Hinduism, vedas and life in general. I've been treated to some pleasant and illuminating discussions when we used to be neighbors. So calm yourself and open your minds to explore this strange world of spirituality. He is always open to criticism of the brashest order - so if you don't believe in any of it, this is

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I watched the remarkable "March of the Penguins" today. Yes, a little bit late but I have mentioned about my delayed reactions (except in badminton courts) earlier... Anyways, lets shift focus to the Penguins here. The cameramen and directors had done a splendid job obviously. Remember that surviving in the polar colds, with winds that can knock the bejesus out of a penguin, is not an easy task

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Driven by a deep desire to communicate with my fellow netizens (most of who never listen to me anyways...grrrr...) and tormented by a lack of anything substantive to say, I thought I will ramble about some inconsequential stuff... what can be more irrelevant than the question of "what time I hit the bed yesterday". So I will start right there! No punch lines, no useful information, no

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***March, Find, Analyze, Siege, Attack and Conquer***Challenge yourself atxyfactor.blogspot.comAnd of course, feel free to contribute (Is there some way of keeping it open for all to write?)I will keep track of scores!Cheers!

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Zappy is my friend and neighbor (which comes first fluctuates depending on the day of the year and the time of the day). She is mostly a peace loving character whose eternal losing battle with confusion is a source of great amusement for many.If you want to imagine zappy, think about the smiling cow in your neighborhood that roams around very content with what its got -- unhurried and utterly

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*The rented ford races through the winding roads near santa fe, new mexico. A brown man sits behind the wheels intensely focussed on the curves ahead. We discreetly dwelve into his mind for ten short minutes. What follows is an uninteresting transcript of his neural chatter...*he enjoys the sight of green capped mountains in the distance alright. when the green becomes white, he wants to try his

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The innocent I in me writes: Is work the four-letter word ending in "k", that can be done any time of the day, or night? Usually boring to do alone but works well when done in pairs, preferably with partners of opposite sex. Work can be done on table, floors, bed etc. Usually it is done with a pen and lots of paper. Sometimes, implements are also used to enrich the experience (like set-squares).

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Dear Fellows, I am going to shut this blog down for a couple of months. But I will be right back by mid-september (assuming I pass my defence!) I thank you all for your comments and for sharing your wonderful blogs! It was an absolute delight and certainly made my days brighter! Keep your blogs running and, remember the big fella will be watching you. :)Cheers, Bala

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No seriously. I am very unstable. I am also mostly confused....or should I say - I am mostly confused, I think. Sometimes a part of me wonders if I have multiple personalities. But they switch so fast that neither can figure the existence of the other. No one (not even the aforesuspected half) knows when the fuse will blow, when the sparks will fly, when the smoke will become a dangerous fire,

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I called my mom stone and sandAnd roamed around- a fiendish little brat.I told my dad he was an unfriendly ladNary did he care, even a tad. All this when in seventh I studiedIt took a while before the head even steadied!Then I become a good little sonBut still prone to pranks a ton. Those were the days, long since pastHow I dearly wish they will always last.But time flies in a hurry - always so

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I feel utterly possesive about books that belong to me... and I feel likewise about likeable books that belong to others. I then plot, plan and scheme to extract these bound pages of joy from their owners. I weave intricate webs of deceit to envelop him and giddy his mind until he parts with the treasure - treasure I will henceforth call my own and guard fiercely like a mother her baby or a

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Narain Karthikeyan became the first Indian ever to get Formula one points. With a little help from his sponsors and ample help from the almighty, Narain finished fourth in the just concluded US Grand Prix at Indianapolis. Amongst the strong Indian contingent rooting for his success was yours truly, diligently capturing the patriotic fervour on video. The scene was a riot and reminded me of

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I know not where I bloom... I know not what I see...

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...Emails filled with spelling mistakes (fi ouy rea os caerlses, tehn dotn wriet to em )...Emails written with short forms (shrt frms do not lenthen ur days or mk u smrtr)...Emails with capitalized "I"s and everything else in small case (whats that GRE word - egoistic?)...Emails written without using full stops (case in point: my aunt)...People who don't respond to emails (the writer is not a

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Anij showing Picard a fluttering hummingbird poking its nose into a flower (slow mo) in "Insurrection"; Spock vouching his loyalty for humans in "Search for Spock"; The Klingon Worf getting angry after his 'little' ship was destroyed in "First Contact"; the first contact itself with Romulans. All scenes from Star Trek and all indelible classics.Was never much of a star wars fan until I watched

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My piety is merely pseudo-renaissance in nature. I had my phase of atheism (when I was in 9th class). Soon after, I downgraded myself to being an agnostic as I could not prove the absence of God. Later, during 12th class, there was a surge of religious fervor. Afterall, if divinity could improve my marks, why would I refuse? And it naturally declined after the exams.I love ancient temples and

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I ambled across the concrete near the church where a huge open air book sale was going on, wondering about the best way to spend a warm and sunny sunday afternoon. I rummaged but was looking not for intellectual heavyweights or racy bond novels but for picture books that come very cheap at these events. I chose the largest of the books I could find and opened it - it was about these silent,

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While my fear of water continued unabated, my grandpa bought me an aquarium. And a pair of goldfish. Overzealous (and kind), I overfed the fish and they ended up floating within two days. I spent the next few days ruing this acute loss, with tears, fervent prayers (to forgive my sin) and non-stop rants. Many dead fish later, a generous fish merchant suggested I not feed the fish much and instead

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I dont know to swim. Not that I lack the genes for it - both my father and his are excellent swimmers. Little sis and I would piggyback behind my dad and he would swim across the swift currents created by the confluence of the Ganga, Yamuna and the mythical Saraswati in Allahabad. And my grandfather used to float in lakes near his house in Mayavaram for hours - sending my father (when he was

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Sometimes, the value of things we have is lost when it exists. It goes, we look elsewhere and keep looking forever, never to find what we lost. One of those forlorn days, it strikes us hard. And then, we blog.No, I am not talking about my long lost love, my stolen bicycles or my youth. I am talking about freedom -- the pleasure granted by one human to another to work independently without being

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After a long day at work, I was munching pineapple topped pizzas at the local pizza hut. Benevolent (and empty) as they usually are at 10 in the night, I could choose my own channel on the large television. I flipped through entertainment channels where anchors with excited, shocked and fake look expressed wonder at the revealing clothes, susprise at secret liaisons and dismay at non-public

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"Why do we 'retire' to sleep after we are tired?" -- Ironic"Sometimes I think growing up is a process of stacking up your wardrobe - we just add more garbs to our personality" -- Profound"What are you thinking?" "Nothink." -- Wordplay"RSS motto: Ling - feelings without the fee" -- Stupid

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P was interviewing at Sify. She describes the interview to B when...P: The manager is not deft at handling things. He dropped his pencil on the floor while writing. There was a lot of confusion in that room because the cubicles were too small and there was not enough space for him to bend and pick it up.B: I suppose, there is no room for error in your company.

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Summer is a time of immense fun in yours truly's household at Madras. My naughty cousins decend on to my house with the singular intention of accelerating their growth. Since they exceed a critical mass, they are on auto-pilot and need no guidance. The grown ups are only too happy to get rid of these adolescent pests which happily play cricket, bully neighborhood kids, spend their time in

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[Prof. Phillips walks in as my seminar is about to start... I sense something significant forgotten... Panic strikes and a single bead of sweat peeps out of my forehead and takes a good look at the audience... 4 minutes to go...]P: Good luck!I: Do you have a laser pointer? (Thats it!)P: Sorry, no.[I become desperate; I am about to choke to death - as my last beacon of hope forsakes me... And then

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"You have short fingers. You will hold on tight to money" concluded my dad after an inspection of my palms. This happened after my mother (in half amusement and three quarters anger) reported to dad that I had hit a cyclist on my bike and he asked me for Rs. 7, which I promptly gave him. She added, "upon further thought, your son concluded the cyclist was drunk, the fault was the drunkards and to

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Growing up in the sweltering heat of madras, one would expect its citizens to watch the weather every single day. But they dont. The vagaries of the weather are too little to be bothered about. It is cramping hot for most of the year and then, there are the monsoons for 3 months, a month of cold mornings in december (the month of "margazhi") and its back to hot and humid again. The doordarshan

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April 10th was the day I was born. Usually my birthdays are celebrated on this day unless something drastic happens -- which has, thankfully, not happened so far. I woke up to the usual early birds that decided to torment me today (just like any other weekend, i suppose) with phone calls. Of course, when I scold, they come up with flimsy excuses citing lunar eclipses, radar failure, Iridium

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changing seasons...

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What is it between boys and fights? They relish every one of it, flaunt their performance forever and refuse to stand down even when they become men. The plain fact is that men love fights!I have been under eternal denial -- refusing to accept my own like of mutilating the enemy, forgetting the bullying episodes that I was famous for, never acknowledging the mean streak in me that helped defend

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Harold Urey was awarded the nobel prize in chemistry for isolating Deuterium (an isotope of Hydrogen) and he was a mentor of Carl Sagan (the great astronomer). Although Sagan always thought Urey had a wonderful opinion of him, Urey had actually written a scathing review about his tenure at Harvard (and Sagan was promptly denied tenure). Years later, Urey writes to Sagan confessing that he has not

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good weather is just around the corner! (urbana, IL)

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what does a little girl who lives in a family of three -with a little brother-taken care of by only the grandmother,do when the grandmother unexpectedly falls ill? in search of money, she approaches the wrong people for work and they certainly provide her with some. driven into prostitution and sold to a flesh trader, she is pummeled to the depths of agony and never allowed to raise her little

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chris landreth used to walk around my lab about 15 years ago. advised by my prof, he earned a masters degree, hung around the fishbowl, watched movies with department mates and did everything that a typical grad student does.after his masters, he went on to work in the animation industry and soon started producing his own animations. in 2005, he won the oscar for the "best animated short film".

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"Why dont you stop using complicated words and start using only simple words. I cant understand them." said she. How could I ever express the perfect pulchritude in choosing the apt words? How could I explain my feelings in a parlance that is alien to me? In my quest for uttering the right words, for selecting the exact set of letters to convey a meaning with a power punch, have I overdone it all

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Imagine a huge tarantular creature with a wide hungry mouth drooling foul smelling rotten stench, lined up with ugly, unshapely teeth stained with a distinct lack of hygienic brushing habit. Its skin is rough and rugged, dark black in color and repulsive to the touch. A winding tail which can sting and eyes glinting with devious evil completes the picture of this monster. I can understand if you

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I don't understand it when people say "sorry, but i am going to do this". Either, they are truly sorry in which case, they should not be doing what they were going to do or they do not quite care eitherways and are going to do what they are doing in which case, the sorry is a sham. So why apologise while preparing to do what you are apologising for? I am being too picky, eh?! Na, dont worry,

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there are those friends that are no different from ourselves - we love them as much as we love ourselves and then there are those that we keep fighting with all the time. some of these friends who bear the brunt of violence (aka 'stupidity') go on to become remarkable friends later on. a prime example comes to mind - shanks. we started on a war footing. about the 7th standard, when the hormonal

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I have been living in the conquered lands of native Indian tribes for four years -the marshland of the past forested with wiry trees that withstood rapid weather changes, the windy region where the tall brown grasses danced to the tune of atmospheric vagaries, the kingdom of abundance roamed by majestic bisons. The "Hileni" or Illiniwek (means "man"), kickapoo, kaskasia, peoria, cahokia and

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What do I treasure? What is it that will evoke feelings of happiness, admiration, excitement? What is it that activates my neurons and pushes my soul one notch higher in expectation? What is it that shows the world in a better light every day and every night to keep the life force pumping?Whatever it is, has taken a short stroll out today. Oft neglected and criticized, I have been wanting it to

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Windows has a sense of humor! 411394 minutes=9 1/2 months!

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So you had a childhood crush on a girl when you were in class 5. It was a deep feeling of 'hey this feels nice. i want to spend more time with her' (sometimes I wonder if grown up love is anything more than this. Can anything be even better than this feeling?). One day, long after you have grown up and become immune to the pleasures of small things, you see her on the road. What do you do? This

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What started out as a mere curiosity with an unnaturally supressed sense of excitement to annul any possible disappointments ended up as a raptuous fare of intellectual delight and satisfaction. Jodie Foster, Liam Neeson and Natasha Richardson play the lead roles in this provocative drama about a girl born and brought up deep in the woods without any exposure to the outside world. As a result she

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my emotional attachment does not involve only dogs, cats, other animals, my laptop and people (in that order). sometimes, it extends beyond and love oversteps conventional boundaries into forbidden spaces. take the case of my obsession with a red colored, car-shaped stone in my third grade. i thought about it day and night and finally one night, rather sleepily i stumbled into the toilet to

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yippee! it snowed here! (kids sledding at the orchard downs hill - panoramic view)

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zap sent this a few days back. calvin kicks ass...

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the rabbit says: catch me if you can...

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after the rush...

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A Happy Home!

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"I have nowhere to go; I am in no hurry. I sniff the morning air; and taste the fresh dew. I lurk around and enjoy The company of my friends. I relax and revel and Watch the wonderful sunrise. I dont chase goals; I dont worry much; I fill my days to make Everyday a new experience. Learn from me; I am the polar bear!"

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Whither wonder in Walking the roads of a city? Whither chivalry in Capturing a starved fort? Times there will be many when Hope begins to fail; Pain waits to assail; Loneliness drives you to despair. Keep moving forth, steadfast; For every stumble takes you Nearer to success; Closer to home.

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Lost in thought

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After a rainy day

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Sky track

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We

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Look beyond

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Standstill

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Formation flight

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Serenity @ sunset

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Hoggenakkal, Karnataka, India

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Colors

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