Psychedelic Slippers

Time n tide wait for none....have heard dat been said so many times. one of the most valuable things on earth. everyones forever running short of it, some how most economic theories fail when we try to account for time. yeah its the only thing thats uniform to all ( not the time u hav on earth , but each day) . each one of us jus gets 24 hours more precisely, 23 hours 56 minutes...... n what we do of this tym determines how much more we ll get. the biggest problem in the world today is that each one of us thinks that his or her time is the most important... people think of time as a personal commodity, while its the one thing that u r lent without an expectation for return. 24 hours with every new dawn from the time u r born onwards. we all have a vague plan of how to spend our 24 hours; when we act, react in our day today lives, tis vital to remember this! one should take care that what we do, does not affect this predetermined plans of the others. to value time, is not only to make

Once upon a time, th ere was a bird . He was adorned w it h tw o perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a c reature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him. One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, ant the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admir ed and venerated and celebra ted that bird. But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird’s ability to fly. And she felt alone. And she thought: I’m going to set a trap, the next time the bird appears, he will never leave again.’ The bird, who was in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in cage. She

शब्दावीना कळावे , मी सांगणार नाही स्वर साधना पुन्हा ती मी साधणार नाही समजे तुला कधी रे , अशब्द प्रीत वाणी डोळ्यांतुनी पहावे , उमजे तुला कहाणी सारे जरी तुझे रे हे शब्द फ़क्त माझे हळुवार भावनांचे ओठांवरील ओझे शब्दावीना कळावे , मी सांगणार नाही शब्दात प्रीत पुन्हा मी बांध्नार नाही

silence is one of the strongest weapon dat cud ever b used... it can hurt u more than a zillion words, torment u, torture u, beyond ones imagination. they say "cold wars" are more deadly than ones on the battlefield. but silence is beautiful...some old chap had said ages ago..." SILENCE is Golden" dunno abt Golden, never been able to associate a color wid silence, but its mysterious n enchanting nevertheless. jus succumb urself to it. Its addictive, its like a whirlpool, or a vortex, it drags u deeper n deeper in it n u fall in love wid it. have u ever tried practising silence. yeah practise absolute silence---silence the voices around u, silence ur thoughts, emotions, brain....u'l know wat i mean if u hav the patience to try it out. trust me u wil hav a great experience. its like startin afresh, with a clean slate. it feels great!!!!! Silence is a fren that will never desert u. the depth of silence reflects the depth ur intellect is able to reach. ur ability to

"when we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. and yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! how is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? LIFE moves very fast. it rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds." "..no one owns netin, everything is an illusion- and that applies to material as well as spiritual things. anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. and if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point in wasting my time looking after things that aren't mine; it's best to live as if today were the first ( or last) day of ma life..." ..............excerpts from the book m on at the moment... 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho

There’s alwes smtin missin in life aint it…..jus read this quote in the paper today… “The irony of life is that no one gets out of it alive” Its been 2 weeks of runnin around for me… the reason being tandav… gec’s first ever intra college fun festival!! It was a lot of fun…all those preparations…running around. Discussions... meetings...arguments…fights (;)) all of it. N at the end a “great event” The satisfaction we felt at the end of the day has no match! All those tiny words of appreciation from all the well-wishers n even those who were nt so much well wishers... the pats on the back frm the professors. M I glad we did it! After the end of it all now gotta get bac to books! Have to!!!!!!!! (Why do we have exams!!??!!) m supposed to be peaceful now wid no immediate worries or deadlines. But m not. There is this restlessness inside, a discomfort, smtin within that says “kuch kami hai “ yaar. These are times that I call pauses. The pause between one task

i have always been an "individualist". i advocate rights of a person as an individual, not on race, religion, sex, nationality, representation etc.. but what's on my mind now, myt sound lyk an exception..though its not. a long time back i had read this article in the newspaper it was this insight into future kind of thing. i don remember much of the things..but broadly it was about predicting how the world with cloning would be. how it would be pocble merely for the females to take over the reproduction, n males would become irrelevant in the society( in a biological perspective). somewher ther was this mention...that there are no males....there are only "superfemales"( he he he..) so our society now divides into females n superfemales...guys please note!!! a woman is "a world" in herself..cos she holds the keys to the world that will be tomorrow. it may b possible to have a world devoid of men, but not without women. men world over need to realise th

…well lets leave the “golden ratio” aside for some time n come to something even more amazing.. Here’s a very interesting question.. “ A man put a pair of rabbits in a place surrounded on all sides by a wall. How many pairs of rabbits can be produced from that pair in a year if it is supposed that every month each pair begets a new pair which from the second month on becomes productive?” Anything familiar? C’mon all you maths freaks…get ur pencil n paper…this shudnt b al that difficult.. If I tell u the person who posed the question the answers gonna b on the tip of ur tongue! Lets play with the problem a little more… Let fn denote the number of pairs of rabbits after n months. The key fact is that the number of rabbits at the end of a month is the number at the beginning of the month plus the number of births produced by the mature pairs: fn = fn 1 + fn 2 The initial conditions are that in the first month there is one pair of rabbits and in the second t

u myt find this interesting...if u gt a litl interest in math Which is the world’s , most interesting number? Put a poll…ther some might say pi, e, ‘i’…gosh there r so many numbers to choose from.. there might be some who wil stand for ‘phi’. Well wats so interesting about this number…lets explore it! One of the easiest way to define phi is ‘phi’= (1+sqrt 5)/2 This gives phi= 1.6180 This is jus an approximation guys…use sci calc n the length of the number increases linearly with the accuracy of ur calc! Well the phrase “golden ratio” comes from the golden rectangle See the figure adjoining The golde n rectangle has a unique property…if we remove a square from it, what remains is a smaller rectangle with the same shape as the original! Equating the aspect ratios gives 1/φ = (φ-1)/1 Observe the equation…it states that the reciprocal φ can be calculated by subtracting from it. Think of another number that has the same prop

" why people gather when others die? why people feel they shud?..." came across this in a book i was readin a few days ago... "...because deep, down we know that all lives intersect, that death doesnt just take someone, it misses someone ele..and in the distance between being taken and being missed.. LIVES are CHANGED." "when lightning strikes a minute after you are gone, or an airplane crashes that u myt hav bn on , when your colleague falls ill, and you dont...we think such things are random .. but there is a balance to it all. one withers, another grows. Birth and death are a part of a whole". cherish the moments u get....may be ur living at somebody else's expense...may be Death jus Missed you..