Desperation...

             Every now and again you're caught up in a moment of lets say DESPERATION. Desperation to achieve something. It can be anything (personal views of that particular individual). I think I'm at that very point in my life now. This is when everything you try goes unbelievably wrong. When in the midst of all your fears, pain, agony, worries and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere deep down inside your head you can hear the cries and echo of a shrill voice shouting  'ENOUGH with this bollocks' Prove yourself. 
             Despite the enjoy-life-while-you-can wisdom of Ecclesiastes, I've been mildly depressed. Partly because I'm exhausted and partly because I'm desperate to achieve something before I turn 23. I'm struggling to keep up with my priorities and I feel really despicable.You know the kinda feeling... It's like I'm starving yet at the same time I'm feeling nauseous. I'm striving to achieve something  which I've no idea what it is. Lame I know.I've loads of friends and they try to understand but, how can they understand when I can't even fathom what's erroneous. No one's threatening to kneecap me to achieve the lets say 'indifference' I'm after but still per se. 
          Another thing about desperation is it lures you into a land of dumbness. You can't think properly nor acting smartly. At the moment I'm more or less feeling like the fool 'Roman Abramovich' who apparently is willing to pay £50 million + Anelka for an out of form striker Torres. Desperate people tend to do stupid things. So I've decided to take an offensive against this mild depression about my desperation. Ive become annoyed at it. :P. I'm not sure what the original evolutionary value of this desperation induced depression was but, I can guarantee you this. Mine is not helping me to thing straight, or concentrate on my work or even blog regularly. Bummer I know.
          Because of this so called 'Desperation Induced  Depression'  my brain seems to distancing itself from me. Since my college days (ie- for the past 6 months) I feel like I'm taking a long slow slide into a pool of dumbness and ignorance. Truth is I've become embarrassingly ignorant. If things continue at this rate by my 25th birthday I'll be spending my life watching Koffee with Karan season 7 and drooling into a bucket. *Scary to think*
          My expensive college education is receding into a cloud of haze. I can see this happen right in front of my eyes. Sure, I remember loads of stuff from my college days like the Goodday cookies left open under the desk is edible even after 7 days as long as you don't expect it to be crunchy. But, as for the bona fide book  reading I practically remember nothing. Pathetic!!


         Maybe I'll ponder over these thoughts with a pack of Oreo's and a jug of Coffee. Until then...


PS: Is this even an apt title for this blog or is my ignorance and dumbness taking over my brain??

The Most Ridiculous Rant I've Heard This Month.

"It happens only once in every 823 years" - This particular sentence was the most common fb status update and Tweet I came across this month. Folks what these innocent people were trying to say was ' In this month(October 2010) we have 5 Fridays , 5 Saturdays & 5 Sundays.'  It never ceases to amaze me how gullible  these Social Networking sites is making us all. What's even more astonishing is the fact that just because a single fool posted this as a tweet or status update or blog or whatever 100's of them reposted this without even sparing a moment to think about it. Well one thing is true though. October 2010 indeed has Five Fridays,Saturdays & Sundays. The rest of it is just bullshite. Just think of it. For a month to have 5 long weekends should have 31 days. So we can exclude February, April, June, September & November. All the remaining 7 months has the possibility to have 5 long weekends with the first day of those months being a Friday. A year has 365 days. Which means it has 52 weeks and one day. So because of that one day every successive year starts on a day after the year before. Eg : 1st January 2010 was Friday and 1st January of 2011 will be Saturday. But, every 4 years we get Leap Years. So these changes aren't that regular. We would have got the same days for every 7 years if it wasn't for the leap years. Because of the Leap Years this happens like say every 8-11 years. On average every 8 years we get the same days in the year. October 1999 had 5 long weekends just like October 2010. The number weeks in a year is 52. Which gives us 12 variable length months.So every eighth month has 5 long weekends which means July 2011 will have 5 long weekends. How is this even close to 823 years????  Bollocks!! I wonder where does these people come up with such an absurd and stupid theory???? Hoping these Idiots don't breed for the sake of the World.
Cheers!!

THE ILLUSTRATED GUIDE TO Ph.D.

Hey fellow bloggers and random surfers , just like you I was browsing around on the internet aimlessly searching about random things and I stumbled onto this. This idea is so simple that it's bloody useful to explain students what Ph.D. really is. Just wanted to share this with you. The person who came up with this explanation is Prof.Matt Might  " http://matt.might.net/articles/phd-school-in-pictures/"

• Imagine a circle that contains all of Human Knowledge

• By the time you finish Elementary School you'll know a little.

• By the time you finish High School you'll know a little more.

• With a Bachelors degree you gain a specialty

• A Masters Degree deepens the Specialty

• Reading research papers takes you to the edge of human knowledge

• Once you are at the boundary you focus.

• You push the boundary for a few years 

• Until oneday, the boundary gives way

• And, the dent you've made is called Ph.D.

• Of course the World looks different to you now.

• So, don't forget the bigger picture.

KEEP PUSHING

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LOVE- THE MOST PERPLEXING AND ELUSIVE MYSTERY

Love adorns itself;

It seeks to prove inward joy by outward beauty.

Love does not claim possession,

but gives freedom.

Love is an endless mystery,

 for it has nothing else to explain it.

Love's gift cannot be given,

it waits to be accepted.

                                                                                                         Rabindranath Tagore 

                  LOVE is our finest human grace.It is unconditioned by expectation, neediness or the desire to change, control, empower or rescue anyone.Love lets go and never clings. It takes nothing away from us and it multiplies into tens and thousands when we share it. Whatever is true about love is true about each and every one of us. Love and we are just one single miracle. Our very identity is love. It is not something to be achieved It is something that we always were and still are. It is experienced uniquely and differently by each and every one of us.

                 If I speak in the tongues of men and of saints and angels, but have no love, I am only a resounding gong of a clanging bell. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and facts and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, empty oceans, but have no love, I am next to nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and needy surrender my body to the flames, but have no love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the faith and truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 

                      Love is the basis of our lives. It might even be the reason for our very existence. To love and to know love is the single greatest gift we can experience. Despite our great discoveries in maths and science, and after unraveling so many technological feats and queries love still remains a mystery to us. Yet it is something that is so complex and powerful that it guides and  rules our lives. Knowing true love is like being in a state that is tantamount to bliss. It is as close to heaven as we are likely to get in this life. Without it, our lives are reduced to meaningless drudgery, misunderstanding and emptiness.

             

                    Love cannot be forced upon a person. It has to gush out from the bottom of our heart like a eternal spring fountain. It has to flow like a perennial river. Love, because you want to change things. Love will alter the way you see the world and through that, the way the world is. Love, not because you expect something in return. Love what you do. Love to learn new things, to meet and to know others, to understand and to help. Love makes the world go round.

                   Love is the center of our attachments.It is the objective of our lives.Real love asks for nothing in return and wants only to give. Where there is love there is harmony and balance in the world.When there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home.If there be harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. When there is order in each nation there will be peace in the world. When there is peace in the world there will be love in the heart. Where it is absent there is misunderstanding, hatred, fear, treachery  and jealousy. Unconditional love for one another has nothing to do with sex, exploitation, or subjugation. Real love will not allow these things to operate or function. To love unconditionally is to be completely selfless and focus on others. To be unloved is to be misunderstood, to be discarded. It is to suffer the loneliest of all fates; it is to be less than human, utterly miserable, and disconnected from the world. Love is the force that binds us all and drives us forward.We all possess the gift to love. That gift lies dormant in us and can be ignited at any time. Love costs nothing but it requires courage, belief, and understanding. Fall in love and we have the energy to work day and night, to move mountains. There is a fountain of love energy in every person. Depression, illness, and anxiety can all be battled against with love. Negative thoughts can be changed into positive ones. Love is simply the most powerful force in all our lives. 

                In a real way we are who we are because of the love others have poured upon us. Our origin was in this very dialog of love. We still exists because of love. We are still very much alive because of love. The elusive mystery about  love is that we can show it totally and yet we can never really know how much we love someone or just how intensely we are being loved. It is deeper than we can imagine or ever have imagined. Sometimes a wink , a smile, a touch , a word or a gift can reveals the depth of the love we have never guessed was there. But, not even then do we know the full extent of love , only of its striking , sustaining and momentary manifestations. The limitations is in our minds which do not have the capacity to conceive or appreciate how profound love is.  Love is ineffable. We can never adequately put our love into words  because words are categories of our minds and love is a living experience. That is why love is such a unique mystery. How poignant that we have the intellects inadequate to grasp the most precious of all realities! 

India's Most Proudest Possession

Sachin Tendulkar may have inspired others to write poetry but he batted in robust prose. Not for him the tenderness and fragility of the poet, the excitement of a leaf fluttering in a gentle breeze. No. Tendulkar is about a plantation standing up to the typhoon, the skyscraper that stands tall, the cannon that booms. Solid. Robust. Focused. The last word is the key. He loves the game deeply but without the eccentricities of the romantic. There is a match to be won at all times.Sachin Tendulkar is an extraordinary cricketer whose durability and skill have for many ears uplifted his country’s cricket team. Now he holds most of the game’s most prized batting record. It has been a magnificent, underestimated achievement. Ever since he first appeared as precocious teenager Tendulkar has known nothing except exorbitant expectations.

Sachin Tendulkar has been playing top-class cricket for 21 years and he's still producing blistering innings, still looking hungry, still demolishing attacks, still a prized wicket, still a proud competitor. He has not merely been around for two decades. From his first outing to his most recent effort, a stunning 214 in Banglore, he has been a great no the greatest batsman.

Remarkably, Tendulkar has managed to retain his health and reputation through it all. His body might be complaining but his spirit endures and he seems immune to stress and sickness. Throughout there has been something in Tendulkar that set him apart. Partly it is the purity of his style. From the outset he could bat in the classical way. Contemporaries insist that he was not taught the game; it came from within, like an underground spring. From the outset it has merely been a matter of correcting the bad habits that creep in the moment the brain sleeps. His strokes are played with a bat somehow broader and straighter than any other, and his feet seem to move effortlessly into position.

But it goes beyond facts and figures, style, sportsmanship, or else others could join him in his acclaim. Tendulkar has been the hero his country needed. Indians spend billions of dollars every year trying to lighten their skins. Advertisements for the appropriate creams are shown between overs. India knows that its film stars have not crossed cultural lines. Booker prize winners cannot inspire a nation half as well as the sight of a demonstrably Asian boy repeatedly cracking feared bowling around. It was his combination of aggression and productivity that defined him. And he has been untarnished by scandal.For 19 years Tendulkar has inspired his countrymen. Supporters cherish his introductory masterpieces, daring and almost cheeky, his hundreds scored in adversity, and his later more restrained efforts. It is idiotic to expect a man to be the same at 36 as at 16. I started watching cricket when I was like 4 years old. From that day till today I've never missed a Sachin's Innings. I grew up watching him play and I still love watching him play. He truly is a cricketing Idol to me. He's more than a Role Model.

For me it has always been a privilege to watch Tendulkar bat. His recent 214 vs the Oz was no short of brilliance. It was a perfectly composed and crafted innings. He made the Oz attack look as fearsome as a toilet-roll-commercial puppy.

Tendulkar's feats are prodigious. He has scored as many runs overseas as in his backyard, has flogged Brett Lee at his fastest and Shane Warne at his most obtuse, has flourished against swing and cut, prospered in damp and dry. Nor can his record be taken for granted. Batsmen exist primarily to score runs. It is a damnably difficult task made to look easy by a handful of expert practitioners. Others have promised and fallen back, undone by the demands, unable to meet the moment. Tendulkar has kept going, on his toes, seeking runs in his twinkling way.But it has not only been about runs. Along the way Tendulkar has provided an unsurpassed blend of the sublime and the precise. In him the technical and the natural sit side by side, friends not enemies, allies deep in conversation. Romantics talk about those early morning trips to Shivaji Park, and the child eager to erect the nets and anxious to bat till someone took his wicket. They want to believe that toil alone can produce that straight drive and a bat so broad that periodically it is measured. But it was not like that.From the start the lad had an uncanny way of executing his strokes perfectly. His boyhood coaches insist that their role was to ensure that he remained unspoilt. There was no apprenticeship. Tendulkar was born to bat.

Sachin's emotions, are the common Indian's emotions. When he took those three runs to reach 17,000, Sunil Gavaskar rightly said, those runs are as much as the people's as Sachin's. Indeed, I felt so much more relaxed after he reached that awesome landmark.

A hundred for Sachin, is a hundred for the nation and an insult to him is an insult to the nation.

So what if we lost the Kohinoor? No one can take away Sachin Tendulkar from us. Not even God.

There are Legends and then there's  "Sachin Tendulkar"

SACHIN is truly INDIA's PROUDEST POSSESSION

Very Very Special...

Very Very Special Laxman has become a very very sickening sight for the Australian cricket team.He guided India to victory over Australia yet again and thus maintained a record, unsurpassed even by the greatest cricketer of his time (Sachin Tendulkar),of repeatedly fouling up Australian plans.This sure is a squeaky bum time for the men in baggy greens.Australian captain Ricky Ponting, generous in his praise for Laxman, could only smile ruefully about a man who, even with a bad back, completely flummoxed his attack.

"Even with that (a bad back) today he showed what sort of class player he is, he played very well and got the tail enders to stick in there with him, and he had a knack of finding the boundary late in the innings.He has been a bit of a thorn in our side, there's no doubt about that, I guess him and Sachin would be the two who've done the most damage over the years, a couple of guys who've played a lot against us and have got good records against us." said Ponting. 

It should now be clear to Australia that there is no conventional cricket way that Australia can get VVS Laxman out when they need to.Tim Nielsen and others will study many hours of footage, they’ll have designed software packages looking for flaws in VVS Laxman, they might even think they have found some.They will be wrong.For there has always been two Laxmans.

• One swans around world cricket, happy in the knowledge that the limelight is given to other team mates.  He plays the odd cameo innings, wooing the purists, making test cricket pretty, and just doing a good old job.
• The second VVS is a mutated monster of batting with movement seaking laser death ray in his shoulders, knifes that pop out of his wrists during fights, titanium shins with blades on them and the ability to curse, fight, kill while making it look prettier than Natalie Portman.

This latter model only plays against Australia.

The late Arthur Ashe, who brought off a sensational cognitive coup by tactically outplaying a red-hot Jimmy Connors to win the 1975 Wimbledon championship, once famously remarked that when you are being beaten by John McEnroe, you seldom realise what is going on.

“Against Connors and Borg you feel like you're being hit with a sledgehammer. But this guy is a stiletto. He has great balance and he just slices people up. He's got a ton of shots. It's a slice here, a nick there, a cut over there.Pretty soon you've got blood all over you, even though the wounds aren't deep. Soon after that you've bled to death,” wrote Ashe.

Laxman has made it a habit of re-enacting the Mac Act against the Oz's. Quite a few Australian cricketers, from the great Shane Warne and Glenn McGrath down to Doug Bollinger and Mitchell Johnson, might have quite often been under the illusion that they were being given an uplifting therapeutic massage by V.V.S. Laxman while, in actual fact, the Hyderabadi stylist was ferrying them to their doom.

Sport may or may not help build character, but it is certainly character-revealing during some of its most memorable and nerve-shreddingly tense moments. And we were once again reminded — if reminders are even necessary anymore — of Laxman's place in Indian cricket's pantheon of Test cricket match-winners.

Almost self-effacing and refreshingly unobtrusive, Laxman quite often looks as if he is bored with his day job; his demeanor suggests that he'd much rather be away from the glare, his face perhaps buried in the yellowing pages of a copy of War and Peace in a secluded corner table of a public library.

He is a very private person doing a very public job. He has neither the electrifying stage presence of a Sehwag nor the larger-than-life aura of a Tendulkar. Even the upstanding, majestic Dravid looks a bit ostentatious compared with Laxman.

But when he steps out for a high-stakes battle, Laxman is anybody's equal. He makes his shot selection with a great surgeon's decisiveness in pressure-cooker situations and turns what might have been an attritional combat into something sublimely beautiful.Laxman did not bat an eyelid as he turned tightrope-walking without a net into an art form. He was at his bloody brilliant best. Sheer Class speaks for itself.

If there were kids with dreams of donning the baggy green some day watching the match in Melbourne or Sydney or Brisbane, they might have heaved a sigh of relief, given the classy Indian's age.

But let's lap it all up while it is still on offer. Too many things these days are hyped as Very, Very Special stuff. Forget the cliché. Laxman simply does a Laxman… again.

Kudos to Laxman and Team India. 

Cheers! :)