Psychedelic Slippers

Man is a social creature. He needs company, he needs another of his kind. Despite of the present day world where most people believe that things should be kept for themselves, to themselves.... There's alwes a desire to share . A man wants to share his joy, as well as his sorrow. Man wants to share his success, his failures, his achievements, losses.... Man just needs to share. Everyone has deep dark corners in their heart.... N somewer we alwes want to open them to sm1. Post anonymously, speak to people u hv never met. Often its easy to speak to someone u hv never met abt ur problems than ur closest fren. Very often when people speak abt their problems, thy rarely want solutions, they jus want someone to know. Its a nice feeling to know that you are not alone. That somewhere on this globe there is another being (or may be more) who shares a world similar to urs. Shares similar joys, sorrows, everyday grievances. Came across this blog called post a secret. Its an amazing project....

The cocky exponential function e x is strolling along the road insulting the functions he sees walking by. He scoffs at a wandering polynomial for the shortness of its Taylor series. He snickers at a passing smooth function of compact support and its glaring lack of a convergent power series about many of its points. He positively laughs as he passes |x| for being nondifferentiable at the origin. He smiles, thinking to himself, “Damn, it’s great to be e x . I’m real analytic everywhere. I’m my own derivative. I blow up faster than anybody and shrink faster too. All the other functions suck.”Lost in his own egomania, he collides with the constant function 3, who is running in terror in the opposite direction. “What’s wrong with you? Why don’t you look where you’re going?” demands e x . He then sees the fear in 3’s eyes and says “You look terrified!” “I am!” says the panicky 3. “There’s a differential operator just around the corner. If he differentiates me, I’ll be reduced to nothing! ...

came across this post as i was surfin aimlessly on the net... the article speaks abt thoughts, about reality, death, reincarnations... n a lot of other things. some of the ideas match mine if u wud like to read http://bardcan.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/thoughts-on-the-toughest-questions-we-face/

is it just me? or is it u ? (or is it not u ?) u is a song not u is humming the tune.... some times its both... n m lost if u is night n not u day then twilight.? (thats smwer mid way) if u is a dream then not u is reality bt wat of those times when u r ther n not (n when u r not , yet so near ) there is a divide (or is ther?) cos while u i can see not u is memories!

···························by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day . Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther , losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. -- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster

"destiny is not a matter of a chances, tis a matter of choices." said a wise individual Life, some times places an encyclopedia infront of you for reference.. and you gotta choose the right word! that's the toughest part ... MAKING A CHOICE when people take decisions for us, we accept the decisions and crib that we aren't allowed to make our own. when placed with a choice, we crib that we have insufficient information, when placed with everything....We are CONFUSED. I wonder if you have ever come across chaos theory....But the way its explained its really beautiful I liked one particle para from one of the first write ups on chaos theory(or the butterfly effect) "The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't ...

Why is Free Speech so important?... Why speak up about things that don't seem to affect you? Perhaps Pastor Martin Neimoller's view in one version of his quote will answer that question. He supported the Nazis until he realized, too late, what they were really about and was sent to Dachau concentration camp. He was one of the fortunate to be freed and live until 1984. First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Social Democrats, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Social Democrat. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up, because I wasn't a Jew, Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me. very often we find ourselves keeping mum at places wher we should speak. what feigns this indifference? or is it fear? why do we not voice for ...