Sachin's mind is still strong - Ian Chappel
Looks like Sach doesn't need to look in a mirror for the time being!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Rubber ball heart?
Why are hearts so fragile and delicate? Why, anything that has to do with heart has been compared over the ages to a glass, which when breaks, not just is irreparably damaged but has the potential to hurt badly?
Why aren't hearts made of rubber material and why can't hearts bounce when they hit the floor, like a ball?
Before the mankind learns how to tackle with vulnerably delicate hearts, can't the designer be kind enough to change the texture? Think!
Why aren't hearts made of rubber material and why can't hearts bounce when they hit the floor, like a ball?
Before the mankind learns how to tackle with vulnerably delicate hearts, can't the designer be kind enough to change the texture? Think!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Nobel Prize Authors on Time
Nobel Prize Authors on Time
I've been wanting to read anything and everything about time and here is the clue to a treasure. :)
I've been wanting to read anything and everything about time and here is the clue to a treasure. :)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Missed by a whisker :P
I was thinking of posting the following, originally:
"Death, though blamed as merciless, is balmy enough because it leaves no choice except dying. But life, though regarded as more clement as it gives too many options to overcome a situation. The freedom of choice is the biggest burden that life ever imposes."
And then, I happened to read an essay in Telugu on Jean Paul Sartre by Nandoori Rammohan, which finally ended my quest for understanding the philosophy of Existentialism. Reading it, I've realized that my mind works as hard core existentialist these days, without having read much stuff about it. I was also misled by enough people that Existentialism means pessimism in one or the other ways. But, from what I've read in the article and what I've been thinking hard these days, actually doesn't have much pessimism except accepting reality.
Well, it was a mixed feeling. To know that I've been thinking in the lines similar to one of the greatest philosophers on earth. At the same time, there's also feeling '0h-i-missed-it-by-whisker' - he was born a li'l too early than me. Otherwise and all, you see.. :P
Books can shed light on many a things about life. But nothing teaches life, like life itself. Don't google for the definitions or philosophies of existentialism, life will let you know that at some point or other. Also, knowing what is what isn't the deal. Sustaining them and moving ahead is!
"Death, though blamed as merciless, is balmy enough because it leaves no choice except dying. But life, though regarded as more clement as it gives too many options to overcome a situation. The freedom of choice is the biggest burden that life ever imposes."
And then, I happened to read an essay in Telugu on Jean Paul Sartre by Nandoori Rammohan, which finally ended my quest for understanding the philosophy of Existentialism. Reading it, I've realized that my mind works as hard core existentialist these days, without having read much stuff about it. I was also misled by enough people that Existentialism means pessimism in one or the other ways. But, from what I've read in the article and what I've been thinking hard these days, actually doesn't have much pessimism except accepting reality.
Well, it was a mixed feeling. To know that I've been thinking in the lines similar to one of the greatest philosophers on earth. At the same time, there's also feeling '0h-i-missed-it-by-whisker' - he was born a li'l too early than me. Otherwise and all, you see.. :P
Books can shed light on many a things about life. But nothing teaches life, like life itself. Don't google for the definitions or philosophies of existentialism, life will let you know that at some point or other. Also, knowing what is what isn't the deal. Sustaining them and moving ahead is!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
మనసు
లేనిదాన్ని ఉందనుకొని
ఉన్నవీ లేనివీ ఊహించుకొని
ఊసులన్నింటినీ ఊహల్లో ఊరబెట్టి
లేనిది లేదనే ఉన్న నిజం తెల్సాక
ఊసురోమంటుంది - ఉరేసుకుంటానంటుంది
ఉన్నవీ లేనివీ ఊహించుకొని
ఊసులన్నింటినీ ఊహల్లో ఊరబెట్టి
లేనిది లేదనే ఉన్న నిజం తెల్సాక
ఊసురోమంటుంది - ఉరేసుకుంటానంటుంది
Deathly love
Loving him was like loving death - to be requited, could only mean my end. The logical equation of love, over the ages, has been in terms of give and take of hearts, leaving the worst possible result of ending up with a broken heart, most probably your own. Broken heart means shattering of something that never existed. Tattered dreams is to know that what doesn't exist, continues not to exist. If reality obliterating the delicately woven dreams and fantasized future results a broken heart, imagine what it means to have a wounded soul. To love, could also mean the end of a person you were thus far, it could also question your integrity, your way of life. You continue to exist, but with a marred soul.
(This world knows other torments than love and other happiness than a fond embrace. Love, do not ask for my old love again"-Wishmaker)
(This world knows other torments than love and other happiness than a fond embrace. Love, do not ask for my old love again"-Wishmaker)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
No retakes.. thanks for that..
They say, in a very sorry tone, that unlike cinema, life doesn't give a chance for retake. There isn't a possibility of either journeying back into time, or the time in the captivity of past reappearing again.
Life doesn't offer second chances, retakes, reconquers. Thankfully.
For if it even cares to give we'll only mess it up more. What to do with a second opportunity, while the reasons to falter in first place were unfathomable? When there is no methodical approach to play your cards, or even if there is a theory that's incomprehensible, a second chance would only mean attempting to bring method into madness. When lessons are unlearned, what's the advantage even if the question paper is leaked?
Life is not just a game. It is like those computer games where your game should be planned and executed against an unknown, whose moves or movements can't be guessed. What difference does it make if you're playing first or second time, when you're blindfolded, deafened? Life is a game, it is a gamble.
Thanks to life that it gives second chances, for that only means more disarray, more disappointment and more indignation.
Life doesn't offer second chances, retakes, reconquers. Thankfully.
For if it even cares to give we'll only mess it up more. What to do with a second opportunity, while the reasons to falter in first place were unfathomable? When there is no methodical approach to play your cards, or even if there is a theory that's incomprehensible, a second chance would only mean attempting to bring method into madness. When lessons are unlearned, what's the advantage even if the question paper is leaked?
Life is not just a game. It is like those computer games where your game should be planned and executed against an unknown, whose moves or movements can't be guessed. What difference does it make if you're playing first or second time, when you're blindfolded, deafened? Life is a game, it is a gamble.
Thanks to life that it gives second chances, for that only means more disarray, more disappointment and more indignation.