tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20922358163230958022024-03-13T10:56:52.107+05:30CAT&CHAOSUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-84151349411669684762021-04-25T20:04:00.006+05:302021-04-25T20:06:14.249+05:30<p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">deafening images<br />seared on that inward eye<br />instead of daffodils.... <br /></span></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: small;">copyright CAT </span><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-66525622922396317292019-04-25T21:54:00.002+05:302019-04-25T21:54:27.743+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">bursting at the seams;</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">7 islands it used to be;</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">pulsating maximum city;</span></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></b></span>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">some call it ugly;</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">it used to be home to me.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">copyright CAT </span></span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hoard Memories Not Things! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">But Memory is a Bitch…</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It Fails You,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It gets Blurred,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It Manifests as a ‘Colored’ Version,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is Incomplete,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It is all that is left of us when we are gone….</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Memory is a bitch…</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-34297595765996225062013-07-12T19:13:00.000+05:302013-07-12T19:13:02.651+05:30A 10 year old's advice to new moms and dads and aspiring babysitters!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u>SLEEPING</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u><br /></u></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Don't tattle...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">now, now don't start a baby battle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">just put him to sleep with a rattle</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u>FEEDING</u></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">When feeding the baby</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">don't think about a castle and moat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">you don't want the food to be stuffed down baby's throat</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">'cause if you do, people will shout, ' stop acting the goat!'</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u>BATHING</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u><br /></u></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">The baby should not be drowning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">or people won't just stand there frowning</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">there will be a lot of commotion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and trust me it won't be in slow motion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">here you will have to act fast</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and...well let's not go into a description so deep and vast</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u>CHANGING DIAPERS</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><u><br /></u></span>
<span style="font-size: x-large;">This is gross</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">just hold your nose</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and please don't clean the baby's bottom with a garden hose</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Now dear parents and babysitters </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">it's time to go </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">and oh.. don't let the baby get a stubbed toe</span></div>
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<span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: x-large;">gossamer delights</span></span></div>
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<br /><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> under the pale canopy</span></span></div>
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<br /><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> sakura you spring </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">The human spate converges on the still Ganga; <br />
the forgotten flower a witness!</span>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-48585033027766121872012-07-17T07:14:00.002+05:302012-07-17T07:14:46.230+05:30Here are academic theories about how we handle discomfort.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">* Cognitive Dissonance: we try to reduce the discomfort of dissonance.<br /><br /> * Actor-Observer Difference: others' behavior caused by disposition, ours by situation.<br /><br /> * Confirmation Bias: we seek confirmation that we made a good decision.<br /><br /> * Disconfirmation bias: Agreeing with what supports beliefs and vice versa.<br /><br /> * Escape Theory: We seek to escape uncomfortable realities.<br /><br /> * External Justification: we blame our failures on external things.<br /><br /> * Hindsight Bias: we pretend we knew everything all along.<br /><br /> * Insufficient Punishment: we devalue forbidden activity to reduce dissonance.<br /><br /> * Informational Social Influence: when we are uncertain we copy others.<br /><br /> * Ironic Reversal: we cannot avoid thinking about things we want to avoid thinking about.<br /><br /> * Minimal Justification Principle: we justify what can't be explained rationally.<br /><br /> * Overjustification Effect: we attribute too externally for some events.<br /><br /> * Positivity Effect: we attribute disposition to good things about ourselves.<br /><br /> * Post-Decision Dissonance: after a decision we think it was a good one. <br /><br /> * Prospect Theory: we value certain gains and try to avoid certain losses.<br /><br /> * Regret Theory: we consider and try to avoid future regret.<br /><br /> * Risk Preference: we seek risks around losses and avoid risks around gains.<br /><br /> * Selective Exposure: we avoid what will cause dissonance about a decision.<br /><br /> * Self-Discrepancy Theory: we need beliefs to be consistent.<br /><br /> * Self-Serving Bias: we take credit for success and deny failure.<br /><br /> * Social-Role Theory: men and women fall into expected roles.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com101tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-62427058226441568242012-07-17T07:10:00.001+05:302012-07-17T07:10:48.907+05:30Forrest Gump Goes to Heaven<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven. <br />He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.<br /><br />St. Peter said, 'Well, Forrest,<br /><br /><br />it
is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must
tell you, though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been
administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short,
but you have to pass it before you can get into Heaven.'</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Forrest
responds, 'It sure is good to be here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever
told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope that the test ain't too
hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.'<br /><br />St. Peter continued, 'Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.<br /><br /><br />First:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />What two days of the week begin with the letter T?<br /><br /><br />Second:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />How many seconds are there in a year?<br /><br /><br />Third:</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />What is God's first name?'<br /><br />Forrest
leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees
St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, 'Now that you have had a chance
to think the questions over, tell me your answers.'<br /><br />Forrest replied, 'Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins with the letter 'T'?<br />Shucks, that one is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow..'<br /><br />The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, 'Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do<br />have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give you credit for that answer. <br /><br /> How about the next one?' asked St. Peter.<br /><br />'How many seconds in a year?<br />Now that one is harder,' replied Forrest, 'but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be twelve.'<br /><br />Astounded, St. Peter said, 'Twelve?<br />Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?'<br /><br />Forrest replied, 'Shucks, there's got to be twelve: January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd... '<br /><br />'Hold it,' interrupts St. Peter. 'I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, <br />though that was not quite what I had in mind....but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. <br /><br />Let us go on with the third and final question.<br />Can you tell me God's first name'?<br /><br />'Sure,' Forrest replied,<br />'it's Andy.'<br /><br />'Andy?' exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.<br /><br />'Ok, I can understand how you came up with your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the<br />world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?'<br /><br />'Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,' Forrest replied. 'I learnt it from the song,<br />ANDY WALKS WITH ME,<br />ANDY TALKS WITH ME,<br />ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN.'<br /><br />St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: 'Run, Forrest, run.'</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-51504418299190331392012-07-15T20:20:00.001+05:302012-07-16T09:53:56.689+05:30A Room with a View....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">For those who did not know, I have started a travel blog <a href="http://aroomwithaviewandcat.blogspot.in/2011/09/congratulations-its-travelogue.html">http://aroomwithaviewandcat.blogspot.in/2011/09/congratulations-its-travelogue.html</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">However my last entry was of September last year. And this only from sheer procrastination ( <a href="http://catanchaos.blogspot.in/2009/11/procrastinators-are-just-last-minute.html">http://catanchaos.blogspot.in/2009/11/procrastinators-are-just-last-minute.html</a> ).</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Hopefully I will be more regular now and don't forget to read all the four pieces on the blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ciao!!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-6344248194586266622012-07-13T22:38:00.000+05:302012-07-13T22:38:01.994+05:30Maturity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">A group of 40 years old buddies discussed where they should meet for dinner.<br /><br />Finally
it was agreed upon that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant
because the waitress's there had low cut blouses and were very young.</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br />______________________________________<br /><br />10 years later at 50 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. <br /><br />Finally
it was agreed that they should meet atthe Ocean View restaurant because
the food there was very good and the wine selection was good also.<br /> _____________________________________<br /><br />10 years later at 60 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Finally
it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant
because they could eat there in peace and quiet and the restaurant had a
beautiful view of the ocean.<br />_________________________________________________________<br /><br />10 years later, at 70 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner.</span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />
Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View
restaurant because the restaurant was wheel chair accessible and they
even had an elevator.<br />____________________________________________<br /><br />10 years later, at 80 years of age, the group once again discussed where they should meet for dinner. </span> <span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />Finally it was agreed that they should meet at the Ocean View restaurant because they had never been there before !!!!!!!!!!!! !</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-86736822845344788392012-07-13T22:22:00.003+05:302012-07-13T22:33:31.671+05:30Scherzando<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">There was a composer named Liszt,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Who from writing could never desiszt.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He made polonaises</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Quite worthy of praises,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And now that he’s gone he is miszt.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sjdhdvV1Bu8&feature=related * that's my addition</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There was a composer named Haydn,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The field of sonata would waydn;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He wrote the <i>Creation</i>,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Which made a sensation,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And this was the work which he daydn.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJTzpWzTPEs * that's my addition</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A modern composer named Brahms,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Caused in music the greatest of quahms.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His themes so complex</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Every critic would vex,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">From symphonies clear up to psahms.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3X9LvC9WkkQ&feature=related * that's my addition</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">An ancient musician named Gluck</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The manner Italian forsuck;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He fought with Puccini,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Gave way to Rossini,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You can find all his views in his buck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tenI_FyFeZ0 * that's my addition</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">– Anonymous</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-65409909907444520032012-07-13T22:14:00.003+05:302012-07-13T22:14:34.848+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one
dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are
relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past,
present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in
the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”<br /> —Anais Nin</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-56678679263157741272012-07-13T22:13:00.000+05:302012-07-13T22:26:34.915+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">A tourist in Vienna goes through a graveyard and all of a sudden he
hears some music. No one is around, so he starts searching for the
source. He finally locates the origin and finds it is coming from a
grave with a headstone that reads: 'Ludwig van Beethoven 1770-1827.'
Then he realizes that the music is the Ninth Symphony and it is being
played backward! Puzzled, he leaves the graveyard and pers<span class="text_exposed_show">uades
a friend to return with him. By the time they arrive back at the grave,
the music has changed. This time it is the Seventh Symphony but like
the previous piece, it is being played backward. Curious, the men agree
to consult a music scholar. When they return with the expert the Fifth
Symphony is playing, again backward. The expert notices that the
symphonies are being played in the reverse order in which they were
composed, the 9th, then the 7th, then the 5th. By the next day the word
has spread and a throng has gathered around the grave. They are all
listening to the Second Symphony being played backward. Just then the
graveyard's caretaker ambles up to the group. Someone in the group asks
him if he has an explanation for the music. 'Don't you get it?' the
caretaker says incredulously-<br /> ......He's decomposing.'</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-59506875068594855872012-07-13T22:10:00.002+05:302012-10-18T12:28:16.390+05:30Sign of the times<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">sign of the times: i purchased this book 'how to talk so kids will
listen and listen so kids will talk' on a suggestion from a friend (i
don't usually buy 'self help' books but some excerpts on the net
convinced me otherwise)....now my 9 year old occasionally quotes from
the book to instruct me how to interact with her! sighhhhh!!!</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-28453646834770963512012-07-13T22:08:00.002+05:302013-03-03T12:06:49.608+05:30El Jaleo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"el jaleo"..... it means the spontaneous clapping and shouting that
comes like an "olay!" at the apex of a performance. saw this lifesize
(almost 8ft x 12 ft) painting by john singer sargent recently and was
instantly mesmerized!!! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><a href="http://www.gardnermuseum.org/#/1st_floor/spanish_cloister/el_jaleo" rel="nofollow nofollow" target="_blank">http://<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>www.gardnermuseum.org/#/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>1st_floor/spanish_cloister/<wbr></wbr><span class="word_break"></span>el_jaleo</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">kairosclerosis n.: the moment you realize that you’re currently
happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your
intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it
will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> (courtesy: dictionary of obscure sorrows)</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-21445456303223237382011-10-06T22:34:00.000+05:302011-10-06T12:59:58.608+05:30Be Hungry,Be Foolish<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">IN REMEMBRANCE : AN OLD POST OF JANUARY 2009, INSPIRED BY STEVE JOBS'S 2005 COMMENCEMENT SPEECH AT STANFORD:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I have often pondered why Indians lack that spirit of inventive ingenuity in engineering technology (NOT mathematics, fundamental sciences) .......the unprecedented, the </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">avant</span>-</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">garde</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">, the original ! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sure we have </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vinod</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Dham</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Arun</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Netravalli</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">, </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Amar</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> Bose and several more who are superlative achievers in their niche fields of technology, both in management and R& D, but nearly all of them actualized their potential and burgeoned while away from India. And NOT all fundamental technology!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I wondered aloud at 3 different </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" style="font-size: large;">occasions</span><span style="font-size: large;"> in the recent past and here are the reactions..............</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ff9900; font-size: large;">A middle aged Electrical Engineer from BITS who exhibited potential during school years with several prizes for science & innovation and who now "markets" million dollar engineering solutions (not in India any longer) ...he blamed it on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">dead weight</span> of several years of subjugation by colonists (and others) which was a blow to our self esteem and a confidence buster. ..........the pity mode!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: large;">A 30 something graduate in automobile engineering from a premier REC down south, born into a family running a successful auto <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ancillary</span> enterprise, who trained for 2 years in a car giant manufacturing facility in Europe, worked for some years in an Indian automobile company and now has ventured into setting up of a design services company branched all over India........................he almost </span><span style="color: #33cc00; font-size: large;">verbally pummeled me (after several beers) for even suggesting that Indians lagged/lacked in modern technical accomplishment with arguments which were not too compelling via the rich history of scientific, mathematical, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">architectural</span> achievement route ............the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">belligerent</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">patriotism</span> mode!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #33ccff; font-size: large;">A <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">bright </span>spark ambitious engineer from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">IIT</span></span>, hand picked by a global commercial aircraft manufacturer to intern in their US plant, who picked up a pilot license en route, and after a stint with another European manufacturer is currently on deputation in India with a commercial airline in their route planning, test flying <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">et</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">al</span></span> division ........he sort of agreed with me, no justifications-no rationalization. My query about what percentage of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">IIT</span></span> alumni since its inception in the 60's had made successful/path breaking contributions in the field of technology was met with a sullen "no idea, check with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">IIT</span></span> website" which could be attributable to his turning 30 that very day :-) .............unapologetic yet NOT apathetic mode!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So I am yet ambivalent......perhaps there is a paucity of that gene of pugnacious innovatory enterprise or perhaps the climate of nurture/enquiry via education or opportunities is absent or perhaps as </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Sudhir</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" style="font-size: large;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mishra</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> pointed out in a TV program in another context ...we celebrate too soon (and for too little, we get complacent with small glories) or perhaps we need to prodigiously BE HUNGRY, BE FOOLISH as summed up in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1R-jKKp3NA">a simple yet brilliant speech</a> by Steve Jobs at the Stanford commencement speech in 2005.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I leave you with this inspirational food for thought in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AP5VIhbJwFs&feature=related">1</a> ,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_YQmRD_q9Y&feature=related">2</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vwdMXquKTzM&feature=related">3</a> , <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzlMxltEAwk&feature=related">4 </a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZKW5Gs6z7o&feature=related">5</a> parts, delivered by Bill Gates at </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" style="font-size: large;">Harvard</span><span style="font-size: large;"> in 2007.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-3288702056912767372011-09-02T17:03:00.001+05:302011-09-02T18:48:51.033+05:30finding of the day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">my pre tween daughter</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> has taken the mantle </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">of an </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"argumentative indian"</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-12062423343772392722011-08-30T09:37:00.000+05:302011-08-30T09:37:46.097+05:30PoV<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><i>Anna</i>them for some, </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><i>Anna</i>thema for some others,</span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">the rest <i>Anna</i>ligned.....</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-63405468953024273702011-08-18T00:26:00.002+05:302011-08-18T00:26:11.316+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">is wondering what would it feel if mind is wiped clean of ALL its memories.</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-8643854352249504342011-08-18T00:24:00.001+05:302011-08-18T00:24:01.612+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">is suffering from avian schizophrenia... a night owl or a morning lark??</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-23818395057551213142011-08-18T00:23:00.000+05:302011-08-18T00:23:48.910+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">am coming to the conclusion that desire for utopia on earth is just a figment of chimerical aspirations. Humanity thrives on chaos!!!</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-13018663356929732232011-08-18T00:18:00.001+05:302011-08-18T00:18:37.045+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">is feeling a disconnect...feels that she is watching the world from an extraterrestrial vantage point!!</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-49280557128795957202011-08-18T00:13:00.001+05:302011-08-18T00:13:32.780+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Its takes more than wings and amphetamines to make you fly!!</span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092235816323095802.post-52160663364209256852011-08-18T00:09:00.004+05:302011-08-18T00:31:09.489+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size: large;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Whats in name....no seriously,why do we have names? We chew over it and we stew over it ! Identification? Symbolization?(Hoping that the lovely literal attributes of our given name stick) Affection? Personalization? Individualization? </span></span></h6></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0