tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129373442011-12-18T22:33:56.381+11:00blinks viewThere was once upon a time a parrot. It sometimes repeated what it heard.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.comBlogger2731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-66270815635427655092011-05-01T02:28:00.000+10:002011-05-01T02:31:32.851+10:00From somewhere on blogland, I am sorry to have forgotten wherenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-46551392887554547662010-11-22T13:57:00.001+11:002010-11-22T13:59:03.676+11:00Muho Noelke, the abbot of Antaiji, explains the pitfalls of consciously seeking mindfulness.We should always try to be active coming out of samadhi. For this, we have to forget things like "I should be mindful of this or that". If you are mindful, you are already creating a separation ("I - am - mindful - of - ...."). Don't be mindful, please! When you walk, just walk. Let the walk walk. Let the nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-6603476517383736482010-06-05T16:27:00.000+10:002010-06-05T16:28:30.360+10:00To forget oneself totally, one's mind should keep awake at every moment. A mind that has forgotten the past and the future, that is awake to the now, to the present, expresses the highest concentration of intelligence. It is alert, it is watchful, it is inspired. The actions of a man who has such a mind are exceptionally creative and perfect. Verily to forget oneself totally, is to be in nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-9848060179795809522010-05-11T16:16:00.001+10:002010-05-11T16:18:18.181+10:00Is no one inspired by our present picture of the universe? This value of science remains unsung by singers, you are reduced to hearing not a song or poem, but an evening lecture about it. This is not yet a scientific age. Richard P Feyman inWhat do you care what other people think?My source: WikiQuotesnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-59619117794655709892010-03-23T17:00:00.002+11:002010-03-23T17:03:53.862+11:00"There are six or seven words for 'veil' in our language, so it has a different nuance or emphasis. Its meaning can be religious, cultural or political but you can't lump all those together. Some women here and abroad get very tense and strident about this question but we need to find a way not to generalise or simplify. Not just about the present but also about the past.ELIF SHAFAK in an nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-39457292319062137982010-01-28T11:43:00.002+11:002010-01-28T11:45:47.840+11:00After all, what is life but a mixture of unsolved problems, ambiguous victories, and amorphous defeats?Abdul Kalamin Wings of FireA slightly more complete quote:Looking back on my days as a young scientist, I am aware that one of the most constant and powerful urges I experienced was my desire to be more than what I was at that moment. I desired to feel more, learn more, express more. I desired nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-32134875124771820782010-01-08T02:08:00.000+11:002010-01-08T02:09:15.325+11:00Sure things are tough, but they go really downhill when you start to complain... keep a cool head and just work it out. nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-73931034575205085342009-08-20T14:33:00.001+10:002009-08-20T14:34:35.791+10:00Do you ever dream, Forrest, about who you're gonna be? Who I'm gonna be? Yeah. Aren't-aren't I going to be me? From the Forrest Gump (1994)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-19203700850487731342009-08-07T17:35:00.004+10:002009-08-07T17:41:07.624+10:00More than deliberate blasphemers of a scripture, the unconscious misinterpreters of a sacred text are the innocent criminals who bring about the wretched downfall of its philosophy.Swami ChinmayanandaelucidatingShlok 37, Chapter 2,Bhagvad Geeta(much more fun if you read it in context)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-70195430519243950042009-08-04T15:19:00.005+10:002009-08-04T15:30:42.534+10:00nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-57111559623921933812009-04-09T10:06:00.001+10:002009-04-09T10:06:36.477+10:00Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the worst of them all -- the apathy of human beings.—Helen Kellernehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-37202076281090646702009-04-07T16:45:00.004+10:002009-04-07T16:49:33.533+10:00“Around the lower edgesThere waves a bed of reeds,Where water rats are hiddenAnd where the wild-duck breeds;And grassy slopes rise gentlyTo ridges long and low,Where groves of wattle flourishAnd native bluebells grow.”“Now still down Reedy RiverThe grassy sheoaks sigh;The water holes still mirrorThe pictures in the sky;The golden sand is driftingAcross the rocky bars;And over all for everGo sun nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-81395597849184429172009-02-21T14:32:00.003+11:002009-02-21T14:38:35.069+11:00You must either make a tool of the creature, or a man of him. You cannot make both.John RuskinPS: I like the quote best out of context in which it's author put it. nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-80183789654573468212009-02-01T12:54:00.004+11:002009-02-01T13:01:37.391+11:00There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, "Morning, boys, how's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, "What the hell is water?"... The immediate point of the fish story is that the most obvious, ubiquitous, important nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-28974004696653828872009-01-12T05:57:00.006+11:002009-01-12T06:23:24.940+11:00THE DEVIL [mortified] senor DON JUAN: you are uncivil to my friends.DON JUAN Pooh! why should I be civil to them or to you? In this Palace of Lies a truth or two will not hurt you. Your friends are all the dullest dogs I know. They are not beautiful: they are only decorated. They are not clean: they are only shaved and starched. They are not dignified: they are only fashionably dressed. They are nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-8962075535288072472008-12-14T04:07:00.001+11:002008-12-14T04:09:34.624+11:00A lot of people never use their initiative because nobody told them to.Banksynehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-1926934594800801202008-12-10T12:54:00.012+11:002008-12-10T13:02:40.671+11:00And the days are not full enoughAnd the nights are not full enoughAnd life slips by like a field mouse. . . . . . .. . . ..Not shaking the grass.Ezra Pound(From geoff johnston's collection of favorite poetry - which is very nice)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-23702639860665665032008-11-27T13:03:00.002+11:002008-12-10T13:06:04.213+11:00There are no events but thoughts and heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times. - Annie Dillard,quoted by Jon Krakauer in the book ‘Into the Wild’.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-55313630692903768972008-11-21T17:39:00.000+11:002008-11-21T17:40:12.959+11:00Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them? Abraham Lincolnnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-1938199418789646932008-11-03T11:44:00.007+11:002008-11-03T12:06:02.495+11:00Much of fantasy writing, she adds, is "about power - just look at Tolkien. It's a means to examine what it does to the person who has it, and to others." A believer, with Shelley, that "the great instrument of moral good is the imagination", she says: "If you cannot or will not imagine the results of your actions, there's no way you can act morally or responsibly. Little kids can't do it; babies nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-22648149654966783312008-10-28T17:47:00.008+11:002008-10-29T10:55:11.070+11:00कठोपनिषद २.५.१५ –न तत्र सूर्यो भांति न चन्द्र तारकं नेमा विद्युतो भांति कुतयमग्निः lतमेव भंतुम अनुभाती सर्वं तस्य भासा सर्वमिदं विभाति llkaThopanishad 2.5.15 –na tatra sUryo bhAti na candra tArakam nemA vidyuto bhAntikuto’yamagnihtameva bhAntum anubhAti sarvam tasya bhAsA sarvamidam vibhAti“There, neither the sun, nor the moon, nor the stars, nor the lightning has any radiance; how then can this nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-91828561526921281582008-10-24T18:42:00.003+11:002008-10-24T18:48:10.138+11:00Poe's Law:Without a winking smiley or other blatant display of humor, it is impossible to create a parody of Fundamentalism that SOMEONE won't mistake for the real thing. In other words, no matter how bizzare, outrageous, or just plain idiotic a parody of a Fundamentalist may seem, there will always be someone who cannot tell that it is a parody, having seen similar REAL ideas from real religiousnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-2978737456227922662008-10-15T15:15:00.005+11:002008-10-15T15:25:01.816+11:00Dear Reader,I find it a bit fascinating that people generally prefer to read my words (Why say?)than the snippets I select from all over the place. So, perhaps it might be of interest as to why do I update Blinks view. The reason evolves as the blog evolves, as I evolve - but initially the reason was that I like the sound of words, and i put in words that sounded well (look at the first post on nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-44454076446865517202008-10-14T18:11:00.001+11:002008-10-14T18:13:55.562+11:00If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack; a glance from your eyes, and my life will be yours. From the Thin Red Line(Terrance Malick)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-34993101816962369842008-10-12T01:10:00.003+11:002008-10-29T10:48:13.110+11:00I left the woods for as good a reason as I went there. ... It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves. I had not lived there a week before my feet wore a path from my door to the pond-side; and though it is five or six years since I trod it, it is still quite distinct. It is true, I fear, that others may have fallen into it, nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-49246112680847040862008-10-08T13:49:00.002+11:002008-10-08T13:52:43.925+11:00In the writings of other poets a character is too often an individual; in those of Shakespeare it is commonly a species.Samuel Johnson, inPreface to his Edition of Shakespeare's Plays (line 119)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-70411169682856455042008-06-28T18:20:00.001+10:002008-06-28T18:21:42.654+10:00Swami Chinmayananda on 'What is Time?'nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-24264686866245945762008-06-18T16:52:00.001+10:002008-06-18T16:55:40.132+10:00For a long time you’d let yourself be intimidated by my intellectual arrogance; you felt that was my way of showing a grasp of theory that you couldn’t match. Little by little, you refused to let yourself be swayed. Better yet: you rebelled against theoretical constructs and especially against statistics. Statistics as a discipline was even less convincing, you said, than theory, as figures only nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-12302410879691196012008-06-11T11:51:00.001+10:002008-06-11T11:52:41.459+10:00The knowledge that you have emerged wiser and stronger from setbacks means that you are, ever after, secure in your ability to survive. You will never truly know yourself, or the strength of your relationships, until both have been tested by adversity. Such knowledge is a true gift, for all that it is painfully won, and it has been worth more to me than any qualification I ever earned.J.K. nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-63829464076915224182008-06-10T11:52:00.001+10:002008-06-10T11:53:27.553+10:00The closer you are to death. The more you realize you are alive.Tagline to the movie: Touching the Voidnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-65708268618906852622008-06-01T02:17:00.001+10:002008-06-01T13:32:56.502+10:00Richard Feynman was once asked by a younger colleague: "Dick, explain to me, so that I can understand it, why spin one-half [quark] particles obey Fermi-Dirac statistics." Feynman answered: "I'll prepare a freshman lecture on it." Feynman came back a few days later and said: "I couldn't do it. I couldn't reduce it to the freshman level. That means we don't really understand it."nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-85329602981293349792008-05-31T23:50:00.000+10:002008-05-31T23:55:28.911+10:00Lead, kindly Light, amid th'encircling gloom; Lead thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home; Lead thou me on! Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene--one step enough for me. [Hymns, 1985, no. 97] googled it from herenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-21362559859655540062008-05-13T09:58:00.000+10:002008-05-13T09:59:30.720+10:00There is a wonderful mythical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life -- happiness, freedom, and peace of mind -- are always attained by giving them to someone else.Gen. Peyton C. March (1864-1955)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-14967588519271353732008-05-03T18:19:00.002+10:002008-05-03T18:21:59.084+10:00Happiness is real only when shared.Christopher McCandless(quoted in the movie, Into the Wild)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-39973188384704801602008-05-02T18:43:00.002+10:002008-05-03T18:47:23.177+10:00It’s amazing how you can go into it thinking it’s not really gonna be a ball, but you really don’t realize what that means until you’re doing it.Emile Hirsch Herenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-88747218148847926282008-04-16T14:11:00.000+10:002008-04-16T14:12:57.339+10:00[In the late 1800s, in Durban (in the current South Africa),] The Hindus and Christians were called ‘coolies’ or, simply ‘Sami’, from the suffix of many a south Indian name in Natal, derived from the the Sanskrit ‘Swami’ (master). If an Indian had the cheek to answer, ‘You call me master when you say Sami,’ whites would ‘wince’, ‘swear’ or threaten violence.From Rajmohan Gandhi’s MohandasPg 63nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-86532777809042047362008-03-24T08:20:00.001+11:002008-03-24T08:22:26.710+11:00We love flattery, even though we are not deceived by it, because it shows that we are of importance enough to be courted.Ralph Waldo EmersonEssays: Second Series(1844)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-65438819994831879372008-03-20T07:09:00.005+11:002008-03-20T07:27:09.260+11:00"I am not getting anything out of the meeting. I am learning nothing. Because ... this field is not an active one, so few of the best men are doing work in it. The result is that there are are hosts of dopes here ... and ... such inane things are said and seriously discussed that I get into an argument ... whenever anyone ... starts to tell me about his "work". The "work" is always: (1) nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-31691501036888170592008-02-21T11:37:00.002+11:002008-02-21T11:41:36.809+11:00In both Delhis it was the ruins that fascinated me. However hard the planners tried to create new colonies of gleaming concrete, crumbling tomb towers, old mosques or ancient Islamic colleges would intrude, appearing suddenly on roundabouts or in municipal gardens, curving the road network and obscuring the fairways of the golf course. New Delhi was not new at all. Its broad avenues encompassed anehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-70234970752586982172008-01-12T00:35:00.000+11:002008-01-12T01:05:36.840+11:00nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-77278878326954133112008-01-06T19:08:00.000+11:002008-01-06T19:30:25.897+11:00In a modern context nostalgia means sentimentalising a period of the past; mourning a lost immediacy that makes the past unmatchable. Nostalgia obscures the connections between the past and the present; it idealises the past and makes it stand outside time, frozen in unchanging perfection.'Nostalgia', writes Christopher Lasch, 'invokes the past to bury it alive. It shares with the belief in nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-53475314718590373172007-12-16T00:54:00.000+11:002007-12-16T00:56:24.381+11:00Information - particularly new information - understanding, coherence, readability: these are the criteria by which one judges good non-fiction. Mere passion, in the absence of those other virtues, too easily becomes shrill indignation.Ramachandra Guha in herenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-5501760380273441482007-12-13T12:04:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:39.542+11:00 I graduated guys! I am a PhD now...Strip from:"Piled Higher and Deeper" by Jorge Chamwww.phdcomics.comnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-18192744616316851192007-11-23T09:52:00.000+11:002007-11-29T21:42:41.560+11:00"The elevation of gossip, sensationalism and manufactured controversy: the values of journalism are appealing to an ever-descending common denominator rather than the best attainable version of the truth....His advice to young reporters is straightforward: listen and ask questions designed to illuminate, not elicit controversy. "The most important thing is to be a good listener. The story is nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-65480903125741266362007-11-09T23:54:00.000+11:002007-11-10T00:39:15.951+11:00The famous figure of Vitruvian man, for instance, splayed out in his encircled square, is in origin a derivative illustration of an antique idea about regular proportions: a man’s proportions when the arms are horizontal make a square; with the arms diagonal they center a circle. Though it is possible to see this as a “humanist” ideal, it is not necessarily so; it says not that man’s proportions nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-29469079047210242932007-11-08T23:47:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:40.149+11:00Leonardo Da VinciFrom the Drawings of Leonardonehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-60608320575552639272007-10-16T13:40:00.000+10:002007-10-16T13:41:46.609+10:00If there's another world, he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this. Robert Burns inEpitaph on William Muirnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-14799228729832460242007-10-11T22:22:00.000+10:002007-10-11T22:32:47.742+10:00It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out in the world; but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by...Charles Dickens, inGreat Expectations (Pg 122)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-46335962515683613402007-10-01T23:55:00.000+10:002007-10-01T23:58:48.773+10:00Although the whole of this life were said to be nothing but a dream and the physical world nothing but a phantasm, I should call this dream or phantasm real enough, if, using reason well, we were never deceived by it.Gottfried LeibnizQuoted in J R Newman, The World of Mathematics (New York 1956).nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-58493986247186594442007-09-12T12:12:00.000+10:002007-09-12T12:18:53.615+10:00Planning is an exercise of power, and in modern state much real power is suffused with boredom. The agents of planning are usually boring; the planning process is boring; the implementation of plans is always boring. In a democracy boredom works for bureaucracies and corporations as smell works for a skunk. It keeps danger away. Power does not have to be exercised behind the scenes. It can be nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-48775977919029028692007-08-13T10:49:00.000+10:002008-12-12T13:52:40.390+11:00 Marlene Healey from All Postersnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-2527107332772956762007-03-19T16:04:00.000+11:002007-03-21T11:33:04.192+11:00There are no fortunes to be told, although,Because I love you more than I can say,If I could tell you I would let you know.The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,There must be reasons why the leaves decay;Time will say nothing but I told you so.Perhaps the roses really want to grow,The vision seriously intends to stay;If I could tell you I would let you know.Suppose the lions all get nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-9001644459716386202007-03-12T14:40:00.001+11:002007-03-12T14:47:02.275+11:00"Within a range of credible choices ...our lives can work out in different ways, all of which are as good or bad as each other.""When you go for the exotic, you have that kind of energy difference generates. It expands your world. But if you go for familiarity, you have comfort, companionship that comes perhaps a little more naturally. You have the prospect of both understanding and being nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-18068561323419231822007-03-09T14:30:00.000+11:002007-07-28T18:58:33.564+10:00The word I most misunderstood was "tact." ...it seemed to mean keeping your mouth shut. I assumed it was derived from the same root as "tacit" and "taciturn," and that it literally meant being quiet. I vowed that I would never be tactful; they were never going to shut me up. In fact, it's derived from the same root as "tactile," and what it means is to have a deft touch. Tactful is the opposite nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-79382824901081775232007-03-08T19:01:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:40.783+11:00Swami Chinmayananda elucidating Shlok 6, Chapter 16Bhagvad Geetanehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-22448108648580289882007-03-07T18:16:00.000+11:002007-03-07T18:17:57.422+11:00We like to think of them as other, like somehow another kind of species or monster or something. And what happened, and maybe I should’ve expected this, as I went along and met more people and talked to more people I discovered that they were human beings just like me and that was actually the really scary part. It’s not a monster who does these things, it’s someone who belongs to the same world nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-69159836322959723472007-02-24T17:30:00.000+11:002007-02-24T17:31:46.371+11:00It is a very hard thing to understand, but you will come to learn in time that nothing in the universe has power over you until you allow it to exercise such a power.Swami VivekanandaHerenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-3006845570109872252007-02-17T18:21:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:41.111+11:00Pi (from here)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-53425679212439436682007-02-16T11:23:00.000+11:002007-02-16T11:25:53.887+11:00A 10 minute cool movie on the 17 year life cycle of a cicada.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-61933134826424227752007-02-13T10:29:00.000+11:002007-02-09T11:05:21.223+11:00If you pick any major problem in the world, chance are that the root cause is people feeling special. Scott AdamsMust be read in context of the article, herenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-58154258965606747342007-02-10T10:32:00.000+11:002007-02-09T11:04:36.453+11:00Utpal Dutt: Jaisa ke Kalidas ne kaha hai, What's in the name?(** As Kalidas once said, What's in the name? **)Some other actor: Uncle Kalidas ne nahin, Shakespere ne!(** Uncle, Not kalidas, It was Shakespeare **)Utpal Dutt: Are(y) bhai, jub naam mein hee kuchh nahin rakha,to Shakespere ho ya Kalidas, Kya farak parta hai!(** When there is nothing in the name, it doesn't matterif it was Shakespearenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-23620241509210931882007-02-09T10:35:00.000+11:002007-02-08T10:36:17.088+11:00What worse charge can anyone bring against an orator than that his sentiments and his words do not tally?Demosthenes, 330 BCE(ABC Quote of the Day)nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-75215754624825261002007-02-08T19:23:00.000+11:002007-02-07T19:26:33.645+11:00We real cool. WeLeft school. WeLurk late. WeStrike straight. WeSing sin. WeThin gin. WeJazz June. WeDie soon. Gwendolyn Brooksnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-52268961714601209872007-02-07T16:43:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:41.358+11:00nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-85690904817910729262007-02-05T18:37:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:41.911+11:00The above two are snapshopts from the complete report by Election Commision of India here. Regarding the suddenly famous 49Onehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-90450249213011000792007-02-02T13:27:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:42.238+11:00Image from WME sitenehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-75631329234550989762007-02-01T13:03:00.000+11:002007-02-01T13:10:00.830+11:00In 1998 he told the Federation of Ethnic Communities' Councils: "I genuinely believe there are some who seek to prey upon community fears to encourage a sense of hostility towards people of particular racial backgrounds."Yet three years later, just before the 2001 (Tampa) election, that is exactly what he did when he fuelled racist beliefs by condemning queue-jumping asylum seekers whom he nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-89618802015510280902007-01-31T17:37:00.000+11:002007-01-31T17:46:38.898+11:00...linguist Alexandra Aikhenvald has been studying endangered languages of the Amazon. In particular she's involved in saving one called Tariana, a language currently spoken by about one hundred people in north-west Brazil. In Tariana it is grammatically incorrect to make a statement without saying how you know it is true.I cannot just say 'the dog stole a fish'. If I want to speak proper Tariananehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-82512737799186895722007-01-30T12:24:00.000+11:002007-01-30T12:25:46.157+11:00The Pilo Family Circus - AudiobookIn an Australian first, an unabridged version of the winning novel from the 2006 ABC Fiction Award, The Pilo Family Circus, is available onlinePS: I havent read it, but in case anyone is interested.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-91620754101733611402007-01-29T13:15:00.000+11:002007-01-28T13:16:47.463+11:00It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of the castle and to see the battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of truth ( a hill not to be commanded and where the air is always clear and serene), and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempestsnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-8602400969287006262007-01-28T13:16:00.000+11:002007-01-28T13:19:27.182+11:00This is not exactly what I meanAny more than the sun is the sun.But how to mean more closelyIf the sun shines but approximately?Laura RidingThe World and Inehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-36227704346122544462007-01-27T17:30:00.000+11:002007-01-26T17:33:17.036+11:00It is authority that provokes revolution....This occurs when a feeling of impunity takes root among the elite: We are allowed anything, we can do anything. This is a delusion, but it rests on a certain rational foundation. For a while it does indeed look as if they can do whatever they want. Scandal after scandal and illegality after illegality go unpunished. The people remain silent...They are nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-38870155139916304532007-01-26T13:30:00.000+11:002007-01-26T13:37:11.559+11:00Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it.(Movie adaptation of the Fellowship of the Ring)JRR Tolkiennehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-18102372594719017442007-01-22T16:26:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:42.420+11:00nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-37419864863748654792007-01-21T20:05:00.000+11:002007-01-21T20:11:14.518+11:00A Chinese parable, retold by Wendy Doniger O’Flaherty in her book Other People’s Myths, may help to put this into perspective.Chuang Tzu and Hui Tzu had strolled on to the bridge of the Hao, when the former observed, “See how the minnows are darting about! That is the pleasure offishes.” “You not being a fish yourself,” said Hui Tzu, “how can you possibly know in what consists the pleasure of nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-15125337190557174162007-01-16T19:43:00.000+11:002007-01-15T19:47:58.868+11:00Why did the chicken cross the road?nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-85875217073423571532007-01-15T13:24:00.000+11:002007-01-19T12:08:27.974+11:00His chosen media - black pastel or oil stick - make for the emphatic statement. Such media are unforgiving: the drawing cannot be corrected or adjusted later."Once you've made a mark you can't change it - you cannot rub it out ... You put yourself in a state of intensity in a way and you just keep on working. You don't want to stop because you know that if you stop you break the rhythm of the nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-50698913226784890802007-01-11T18:03:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:42.921+11:00 extracted from here nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-54445575191619333612007-01-10T11:46:00.000+11:002007-01-10T11:48:21.900+11:00...Because we're human, we're fascinated by stories, and because stories give our experiences coherence, we long to understand how they're conjured up.The legendary 1950s improvisational comedian Mort Sahl was once asked that perennial, tiresome question in an interview: "Where do you get your ideas from? What's your process?" "What's the process?" barked Sahl. "You put in potatoes, and you get nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-4146117756324942392007-01-08T18:35:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:43.076+11:00Picture Book of Selected InsectsKitagawa UtamaroJapan1788 Record No. 9892LACMAnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-25623519474935113542007-01-06T11:14:00.000+11:002007-01-06T11:15:15.952+11:00The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and a spider web.Edwin Way Teal, naturalist and authorps: now you can see a virtual spider at the bottom of the page. that spider eats flies.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-23359825778300792202007-01-03T10:42:00.000+11:002007-01-05T10:34:08.136+11:00Souls must react upon souls. And since non-violence is essentially a quality of soul, the only effective appeal to the soul must lie through non-violence...Pit soul-force against brute-force...Fear is not a disease of the body; fear kills the soul. Gandhinehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-13348289573893988042007-01-02T13:50:00.000+11:002007-01-02T13:55:38.403+11:00"Really patriotism like yours is sin!" he exclaimed once, many weeks later, when the experience of obtaining an uncoloured judgement had been more than usually exasperating. "All I want you to see is that most people's actions are an expression of self interest, and you constantly oppose to this the idea that a certain race are all angels. Ignorance so determined is wickedness."SVnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-40229665079770077172007-01-01T10:22:00.000+11:002007-01-05T10:24:40.255+11:00What can be said in New Year rhymes,That's not been said a thousand times?The new years come, the old years go,We know we dream, we dream we know.We rise up laughing with the light,We lie down weeping with the night.We hug the world until it stings,We curse it then and sigh for wings.We live, we love, we woo, we wed,We wreathe our prides, we sheet our dead.We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-1356470354860627452006-12-28T16:58:00.000+11:002006-12-28T19:11:35.905+11:00Man cannot remain ordinarily without imagining constantly in his exuberant fancy. And, in his imagination, he invariably tries to pull down the beautiful veil thrown over the face of the future. Ripping open this veil over the Unknown, everyone of us, on all occasions in our imaginations, fix for ourselves a goal to be fulfilled by us in the near future.Having fixed up the temporary goal, our nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-1174614947046099962006-12-25T17:53:00.000+11:002006-12-25T17:55:33.454+11:00If the wild bowler thinks he bowls,Or if the batsman thinks he's bowled,They know not, poor misguided souls,They too shall perish unconsoled.I am the batsman and the bat,I am the bowler and the ball,The umpire, the pavilion cat,The roller, pitch, and stumps, and all.Brahma-- Andrew Lang nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-91633607321345170072006-12-24T13:35:00.000+11:002006-12-24T13:39:06.203+11:00The night is black and the forest has no end;a million people thread it in a million ways.We have trysts to keep in the darkness, but whereor with whom -- of that we are unaware.But we have this faith -- that a lifetime's blisswill appear any minute, with a smile upon its lips.Scents, touches, sounds, snatches of songsbrush us, pass us, give us delightful shocks.Then peradventure there's a flash nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-20786767279403052812006-12-08T13:45:00.000+11:002006-12-08T13:49:06.292+11:00Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on,nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-5850266799581961222006-12-07T11:02:00.000+11:002008-12-12T13:52:43.780+11:00Smiling head: Self-portraitWalter Gramatté1923The Robert Gore Rifkind Center for German Expressionist StudiesI got it from LACMARecord 51442Can't get the direct link somehow.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-13324878711533601832006-12-02T18:09:00.000+11:002006-12-01T19:24:01.350+11:00I look behind and afterAnd find that all is right,In my deepest sorrowsThere is a soul of light.Swami Vivekanandaother poems hereand there is book too.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-89100254290065425612006-12-01T10:37:00.000+11:002006-12-01T10:38:29.335+11:00I am an Advatist and yet I can support Dvaitism (dualism). The world is changing every moment, and is therefore unreal, it has no permanent existence. But though it is constantly changing, it has something about it which persists and it is therefore to that extent real .. Joy or what men call happiness may be, as it really is, a dream in a fleeting and transitory world ... But we cannot dismiss nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-32530861168263240172006-11-29T11:23:00.000+11:002006-11-29T11:25:45.563+11:00Van Goghgot it from this site.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-91472722211003160942006-11-25T16:33:00.000+11:002006-11-25T16:43:43.855+11:00...how comfortingit must be to have a business card -Manager, Specialist - and believe what it says.Who, in fact, didn't want his most useful nameto enter with him,when he entered a room, who didn't want to bethat kind of lie? A man who was a sweetheartand a son-of-a-bitchwas also more or less every namehe'd ever been called, and when you die, he thought,that's when it happens,you're collected nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-80989417108093470452006-11-24T16:40:00.000+11:002006-11-25T16:42:10.922+11:00The cloak and dagger dangles,Madams light the candles.In ceremonies of the horsemen,Even the pawn must hold a grudge.Statues made of match sticks,Crumble into one another,My love winks, she does not bother,She knows too much to argue or to judge.Bob DylanLove minus zero/ No Limitnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-62706939690982276332006-11-23T16:59:00.000+11:002006-11-25T17:02:16.567+11:00It is an interesting paradox, that it is our limitations that make us great. If we are bound by our word, our words will make us great.nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-9960382558665084852006-11-19T18:16:00.000+11:002006-11-19T18:17:53.803+11:00The Paradox of Time By Henry Austin Dobsonnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-83317933537146244702006-11-18T18:11:00.000+11:002006-11-19T18:18:20.663+11:00Faust: Wohin der Weg?(Where lies the way?)Mephistopheles: kein weg! Ins Unbetretene.(No way! Its untrodden)Goethequoted in On pattern, categories and alternate realitiesLaveen N KanalPattern Recognition letters 14 (1993) 241 - 255nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-34217588014210567232006-11-17T13:54:00.000+11:002006-11-19T18:18:44.273+11:00(picture from here) ...one can't make a bird like that in a day.Mark Twain read the entire article nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-1140761250240656482006-11-15T17:03:00.000+11:002006-11-15T10:40:58.640+11:00This leads to the question - do Indians appreciate their own English? Ultimately, I think they do. It has been said that Indians have made English into a native language with its own linguistic and cultural ecologies and sociocultural contexts. My informants indicated that in many ways, Indian English is very much their own. Its special functions have engraved English into the cultural life of nehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937344.post-91578879589624171782006-11-15T10:26:00.000+11:002006-11-15T10:33:37.522+11:00Music is the purest form of art......the singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside. His idea and his expression are brother and sister; very often they are born as twins. In music the heart reveals itself immediately; it suffers not from any barrier of alien material.Therefore though music has to wait for its completenessnehahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17197452546005616713noreply@blogger.com0