Blackbird Fly !

 

 

 

 

Naturalism at hand

Elegance goes directly to the question of how the laws of nature are constructed. Nobody knows the answer to that. Nobody! It’s a perfectly legitimate hypothesis, in my view, to say that some extremely elegant creator made those laws. But I think if you go down that road, you must have the courage to ask the next question, which is: Where did that creator come from? And where did his, her, or its elegance come from? And if you say it was always there, then why not say that the laws of nature were always there and save a step?

—Carl Sagan, Conversations with Carl Sagan

Batman : Strange Days

75th Anniversary of Bruce Timm’s Batman !

Fire Tornado !

 

Preach, Sagan !

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For a long time, Cosmos has been on IMDB’s  top 10 TV shows of all time. It is no wonder that appetite for understanding of deep mysteries of cosmos fascinates people. Sagan’s Cosmos has a special place in popular culture here in West, well to be honest, even in Asia, Africa and other parts of world as well. His way of delivering the state of the art to his audience has been the bold identifier of the Science Communication in US and all over the world since 1980.

Tonight, Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey premiers on FOX and National Geographic. Stay tuned for the awesomeness which belongs to prime time television !

Freddie

Summer 2004, sitting in my living room searching for a song or two, I was listening to random songs to past the time. Summer in India can get pretty hot, especially in May-June. A well chosen stream of songs hitting your eardrums loudly and lazily lying around doing nothing else, can get you through the heat. I was waiting for the result of an entrance exam and was very tentative to say the least. A month of vacation before going to college, nothing more depressing can happen to you in that age, well depending on how well you did in the exam.

Stage was set for my ‘search and destroy’ mission. Goal was to remove all the unwanted songs and find new ones. TV was playing some random MTV songs – some in Hindi and some in English. Yes, MTV in India is weird, as weird as or more so than in US counterpart. The song which caught my attention was Queen’s I want to break free’

 

I still remember how dumbstruck I was after watching that video. Well, another annoying habit of these music channels is that they often don’t play the whole song. That video is crazy to start with. And that song was stuck in my head instantly. It took me a while to find the name of the song. In fact, 6 days to be exact. I haven’t wasted my time listening to one song for that many times before or after that. Since then, I have been a huge admirer of Queen and especially, Freddie. His story is one of the most inspiring stories ever. His songs have given countless no of hours of sheer joy to millions across the world, including me.

A linear algebra teacher told my class last year, about him attending the Queen concert at Wembley. According to him, “Craziest ever! and not just in West London!! “. Here is one example of his stage presence.

Damn, He had a Voice! Not sure why the taste in music changes or how in many ways it still remains same, but his songs will surely be in my ‘Go To’ list of songs …..  In all of his songs and live performances, he was unapologetically, Freddie !

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Couretesy of freddiemercury.com/

“A life in letters”

The most beautiful thing about English is that it has a way to bring you all those wonderful works of wonderfully beautiful minds crossing the boundaries of culture, country and prejudice !  F. Scott Fitzgerald’s  ‘A Life in Letters’ is such an example of brutally honest yet profoundly meaningful collection of writing. I wish I could have read it in high school. Yet, here I am.

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s endearing letter to his daughter touches you instantly. There are few things about the world that you want to tell everyone as soon as you understand them. This is no different …..

 

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(Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters ; Image: Fitzgerald with both his daughter, “Scottie,” and wife, Zelda, via.)

 

August 8, 1933

Dear Pie:

I feel very strongly about you doing duty. Would you give me a little more documentation about your reading in French? I am glad you are happy — but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed pages, they never really happen to you in life.

All I believe in in life is the rewards for virtue (according to your talents) and the punishments for not fulfilling your duties, which are doubly costly. If there is such a volume in the camp library, will you ask Mrs. Tyson to let you look up a sonnet of Shakespeare’s in which the line occurs “Lillies that fester smell far worse than weeds.”

Have had no thoughts today, life seems composed of getting up a Saturday Evening Post story. I think of you, and always pleasantly; but if you call me “Pappy” again I am going to take the White Cat out and beat his bottom hard, six times for every time you are impertinent. Do you react to that?

I will arrange the camp bill.

Halfwit, I will conclude.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Worry about. . .

Things not to worry about:

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,

Daddy

P.S. My come-back to your calling me Pappy is christening you by the word Egg, which implies that you belong to a very rudimentary state of life and that I could break you up and crack you open at my will and I think it would be a word that would hang on if I ever told it to your contemporaries. “Egg Fitzgerald.” How would you like that to go through life with — “Eggie Fitzgerald” or “Bad Egg Fitzgerald” or any form that might occur to fertile minds? Try it once more and I swear to God I will hang it on you and it will be up to you to shake it off. Why borrow trouble?

Love anyhow.

 

Cyclical ‘justice’ !

Brian Acton was networking with recruiters 4 years ago. Let’s check some of his tweets ….

and this one with facebook as well …

He and Jan Koum, started Whatsapp inc. four years ago. Today, Facebook bought Whatsapp Inc., a Delaware corporation, for $19 billion. Check out the the Media coverage and a document filed with SEC as well.

Crazy good, isn’t it ? !

Illusion !!

 

 

Specious notion …. Radical Idea !

This image has been making rounds around which got my attention, quoting Buckminster Fuller involving his radical idea about the twentieth century social norms ! I do understand that free thinking and loving what you do is very important but isn’t it worth noting that if enough people in the society can find their zeal in respective fields without getting bog down or distracted by the social anxiety of unemployment, huge strides will be made in diverse fields of civilization throughout ! Though I am not sure it will be a very efficient society representing the collective wisdom of humankind. There are enough kinds of drudgery out there which are disliked or maybe hated by many, yet very essential for betterment of society. The very idea is still worth pondering ….

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Just say the word !

Genesis of a solo artist in a nutshell …  a pub owned by Richard Branson, When collins starts to performing crowd is bored at first, but then it gets interesting …. lyrical improvisation makes this gibberish super fun !

Ahh I want to make this song into a series of symbols which can be put together by a beautiful equation ! Feels like rush … and wait … waiting for Nirvana of self righteousness !

 

 

Self siphoning beads !!

I woke up this morning watching this incredible video demonstrating the self siphoning beads ! It’s very baffling at first to fathom what’s going on…

But then, you realize this video kinda captures the intuitive essence of your musings, in far better way 🙂 

Adios nos vemos ….

 

Aayushyachya Watewar ….

Aayushyachya watewar
tu asach chalat raha…
yashachya aakasht
garud zep ghet raha;
wisavyala parat
ghartyat matr yet ja..!
aayushyachya watewar
tu asach chalat raha…
sukhachya prateyk kshanana
manat sathawat ja;
an dukhawar mag
haluch funkar ghalat ja..!
aayushyachya watewar
tu asach chalat raha…
ghadnarya prateyk goshtina
dhayryane samore ja;
kulacha kuldeepak tu
asach ujalat raha..!
aayushyachya watewar
tu asach chalat raha….!!!

 

—- Mayuri

Acknowledgement : Thank you for the kind words, Mayuri.

 

First look at “Europa Report” !!

Let’s see how realistic a depiction  this deep-space exploration motion picture is  …. Clearly we have been given better images to fantasize about ‘ice fishing trip to Europa’ though !

 

 

A memory

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A southern trail, in early winter wasn’t enough,                                                                  The calmness of shore wasn’t enough,                                                                     Absence of people around me wasn’t enough                                                                Never before but words were not enough                                                                                I will remain here, waiting…

Pleasure of senses did not remain there for long,                                                        Friends were missed at first, but sharing was at the heart of it                              Something changed, a connection made                                                                            But soon memories will fade away                                                                             Beautiful motherly wishes traveled with me                                                                        And then, wistfulness came along                                                                                            I will remain here, waiting…

In a troubled time, strangers provided many words                                                             But never became part of my journey                                                                              Many surprises along the way                                                                                            Yet, the lies and the social norms will always remain here, with me                           Nothing has been enough…                                                                                                    I, still, be waiting…

Stars are only companions, for now                                                                                        I know them, indifferent spectators.                                                                     Earnestness will never be found there,                                                                              only mystery has been filling the void.                                                                                       I will be waiting … for you !