The Three Dimentional Living World

HARDER CALCULATIONS

2011-10-13T23:13:00.000-07:00

Sometimes mistakes, misunderstandings and misinterpretations are good!

Today I was being lazy! So I opted to study something out of the track! However, my desk and computer is loaded with my quotidian books, articles and webpages. I opted to read something that would ease my brain with more simple reading material and less quizzical derivations. So I took time off from, propeller mechanism and devoted it to something I consider as an accessory in our flying machines; a compass. (although, I totally agree it’s a vital part! no offence.)

Studying its introduction in the chapter lead me to the history and that is, when, I thought of writing a post…

We all know that a compass has 360 equally spaced arcs and each one representing a degree. Well! What fascinated me was the fact that, how during old times ancient people “Babylonian” divided these sections.

Babylonian people did an extensive study on the astronomical objects. They studied the motion of stars and concluded that there are 360 days in a year. So they divided a circle into 360 parts taking each small section as a day. This latter become the standard for the division of degree and no one bothered to correct it.

Perhaps, no one bothered because; it was easier to take the assumption into calculation. For illustration say; if they had known that there are 365 days (pardon the exception of leap year) we were going to have more vigorous calculations in out maths class! The value of pi in polar coordinate system was going to be 182.5`̊and geometry was going to have lot of multiplication. The significant figures were also going to be more precise. In brief, world was about to be a bit more complex.

If it would have been so, I would have been least bothered only after reaching college. After all, we were allowed to use scientific calculators!

PS Even if things are wronged, they will have a positive impact in long term!

RAIN PELTS

2011-10-10T17:05:00.000-07:00

The sun shone at a little south from zenith and I...
I basked my body n restless pondering.

The warm vivid sun soon faded and I...
I felt the cold breeze crease my hair.

The clouds coup d'état the reign of sun and I...
I bereaved of hopes of your arrival.

The muddy road was macerated by rain and I...
I was drenched in it too.

The rain got wild and the wind was harsh and I...
I stood still in my forlornness.

DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

2011-10-10T14:43:00.000-07:00

I bet! None of you could have think of a noble thought as, one of my friend. I wonder what made her so altruist and caring about not just the unsafe status of women in city, but also the same of female stray dogs too!

So here I introduce an ‘over the top’ thoughtful- generosity of my Anonymous friend (she sure don’t want to catch extra attention or gasp! ~~ err applause! And of course I don’t want her to read this post! So, if you are reading ‘sweetie click the cross on the top right’)…

The story starts with a small chat on contemporary social issue that our country is facing… you know! Corruption, bad politics, reservation (is that a social issue?), Anna Hazare and again Anna Hazare. (Well! that is all I can think of right now, thanks to the zealous media coverage. sigh!) and when the insurrectional chatting and blabbering ‘imaginary mike’ came over to our protagonist ‘Anonymous’. She mentioned how bad she feels for the ‘sexual assault’ that female stray dogs face in their day to day life!

You must be thinking, ptss! Come on, what the heck is it? But, face it people according to my dear friend Anonymous, Poor! Female dogs every day face non-consensual-love making! And to their pity there are no police, neither NGO nor even family to whom these poor creature can turn to for emotional and legal support after the assault. That is probably due to the fact that they still follow anarchy in 2011!! Her humbleness could not allow her in anytime soon, but in future my loving friend is going to make it all end! She shall form an NGO for street children (I appreciate this without being sarcastic!) and female dogs for the sexual and emotional assault!

I was thinking. Besides, if it goes on, It might raise the population of street dogs. I think Anonymous will have another concern about controlling their population too…! So it is a potential, viciously-growing concern list. you see!?!

So to free my friend from this upcoming predicament! I have written this ‘general awareness blog’, to aware you about the up going molestation and exploitation of female dogs. Kindly please if you see injustice taking place, in your locality or anywhere around you, Save the poor lady dog and hush the bad male dog!!

Spread love among living beings, Help the poor lady Dog!

On that note I shall sign out of here…<3

THANK HEAVENS, WE HAVE GOOGLE!

2011-03-04T03:37:00.000-08:00

Today while making some notes I scribbled down “♂” for male and followed by “♀” for female. Well! There is not anything unordinary or special about jotting down the symbols for me. I have been using these symbols since high school biology classes. It is like a routine part of my short hand writing skills. However like many other times before, my concentration got struck in the symbols. I once again found myself trying to decipher the hidden meaning of the symbol.

Mostly I come up with the following tow conclusions...

First Conclusion... the male symbol represents male chauvinism as it is pointing to the top! I generally assumed that, some gender obsessed male might had decided this symbol to show off his potency as some supernatural power! On the contrary I assume female symbol to be more spiritual, representation a cross threaded in the circular loop. However the one who decided it might not be too good with shapes and had made the cross with dimensions not so proportional with the Holy Cross.
I know my first hypotheses do not fit into the puzzle very accurately, but hey! Man makes mistakes… so some men from history might have made a mistake... huh?

Second Conclusion… it’s pretty simple i.e. it represents some secret sexual behaviour that I currently cannot understand as it is above my perception..!!

I know you must be thinking now “what rubbish!”

That’s what I thought today when I recapitulated my hypothesis.so I thought to myself, “buddy its 2011, you have got a laptop, internet and above all… the planet these days have some magic wand called Google! So quit assuming and GOOGLE it!!”

The gender symbols represents that men are from Mars and women from Venus. These symbols are derived from ancient Greek astrological symbols of planet Mars and Venus.

Here I am sharing a few more symbols of the same type…

Hope you enjoyed enlightenment!

JETPACKS!

2011-02-26T09:20:00.000-08:00

As a child I always fantasied flying with a jetpack tied on my back!

Yeah! The Jetpack from the movie “spy kids” has always been my wildest dream or I should say dream machine.

Humans from ages have envyed a bird’s ability to fly and perhaps that’s the reason why people have been since always looking for a way to fly. There is nothing in the shape of a human that creates lift i.e. we are not aerodynamic creatures. Leonardo da Vinci designed flying machine commonly known as “Ornithopter”. This device have never been fabricated it was just drafted to show how humans can fly like bird. Another popular flying device is Air Screw. Many experts claims that modern helicopters are somewhat based on the Air Screw’s design by Leonardo da Vinci. Jetpacks development has been under construction from the start of 19^th century, when the concept was portrayed in science fiction comics (Buck Rogers) for the first time. The first jet pack was put up in mid of 19^th century; however this design was not much practical.

Till the recent time jetpack has been practically used by astronauts during space flight. The development of jet pack will benefit commercial markets, including civil defence, military and recreation.

The short comings in the jetpack development include heavy weight; consumption on large amount of fuel for small flight time (lasting for a few seconds only), noise produced by the engine (that make it impossible to be used in defence operations), etc.

The development of jet pack has undergone a long evaluation phase from Aerojet’s Small Rocket Lift Device (SRLD) to Turbojet pack and NASA's Manned Manoeuvring Unit (MMU) up to a recent development of martin jetpack. Martin jetpack is first of its kind and planet’s first practical jetpack.

Martin aeronautics has been indulged in the jet pack development. From last 30 years, they have developed many prototypes. The factor that makes this one practical are

· 30 minutes flight time. That leaves behind rocket belt’s 30 seconds!

· Safety features include a rapid deploying parachute, cage structure and shock absorbing support.

· Easy to use with pilot training systems.

It runs on standard petrol, and uses 5 US gallons for 50 kilometres, at a speed of 100 kilometres per hour. There are two hand controls, one controlling pitch and roll, the other controlling yaw and the throttle. Martin Aircraft Company is targeting an initial sales price of US$100,000 for the recreational version of the aircraft.

It’s just the start of a feasible jetpack machine let’s see what the future holds for this technology.

THE WISH!

2011-02-25T09:36:00.000-08:00

Firstly I will admit that I am not the bard of this verse, however I love the beauty it depicts! It was dedicated to me long ago! I don’t have any lawful right to post it, but I guess that casual permission will do!

I wish you to be a butterfly

High in your spirits, in your charms

And one fine day touching the sky

I wish you to be a butterfly

Living many and many lives

And not a single one shall die

I wish you to be a butterfly

Get seas of love and smiles-

And not a small drop of cry

I wish you to be a butterfly

Caressing flower to flower-

Each one shall be a home for life

I wish you to be a butterfly

Walking on the clouds, playing with stars

All the rules of nature, you defy

I wish you to be a butterfly

Hands outstretched, displaying your colours-

You open soft wings to fly

I wish today,

Somehow.... somehow

You turn into a beautiful butterfly… <3

PRINCE CHARMING!

2010-08-31T07:18:00.001-07:00

In the movie “up in the air” there was a scene when the young girl asks a middle aged lady, what are the things she look in a guy to be her “Ideal partner”. To which the lady simply replies “he should not be an a****** and have a nice smile…..”

This really stimulated my senses. We really open up the options by simply eliminating the resistances that we once had. All of us mostly have a benchmark when it comes to choosing a partner in our youth. Let the “requirements” that we desire be stupid enough as; he should have long hair, should like boy bands or country music, should enjoy the same things as I do etc. but in the end we manipulate it. It may not be mandatory for the one to fulfill all the crazy requirements but most. As the time passes we settle up and reduce those requirements even further and ultimately we are mostly left with the most basic i.e. “he should not be an a******”

I felt a great deal of melancholy today after reading one of my old diaries (The teenage one). I had mentioned a lot of such crazy requirements. And now as I have apparently grown up and realized that such a combination cannot exist….

It was a long list and I don’t want to revive any expectation by writing it here and burden my unconscious mind with useless hopes. I relinquish my search for that childhood Mr. Right, because if he exists he probably is on some other planet…

Authors note: you need not to be the same, opposite attract but of course you should be looking at the same direction i.e. have same goal in life…

TO HALT LIFE!

2010-08-24T16:06:00.001-07:00

Life is one of the most amazing things; I know most of you will agree. We all are born with the same fascinating process of fetal development. Sperm invades the ovum and zygote is formed. This mostly occurs in the fallopian tube. The zygote then divides while traveling all the way to the uterus and adheres to the walls of uterus and at this movement pregnancy is established. No… no! I am not doing any recapitulation of biology class! Just telling you about the process in case…

The course of growth and development of the fetous is marked with flabbergasting rate. Just in nine months the single celled zygote grows into a tiny infant.

But there is another aspect and that’s terminating the pregnancy. Well it has been quite a common culture for me I never thought of it as an unpleasant act until tonight. I always thought doctors do something and the baby or to be more accurate the fetus vanishes. I was doing my routine net surfing and opening one link from the other and so on, (courtesy internet) I for the first time I saw pictures of aborted fetus. Tiny and fragile body parts bathed in blood, God! It was awful.

Then I thought of popular and illegal female feticide, which certainly is rooted deeply in our county. Though it is illegal but there are plenty of doctors and quacks who do not mind doing it at all.

Well frankly telling I never give a damn to any social issue, unless I really feel for that and this one is topping the charts! No matter how orthodox people are around they have to accept the fact that killing the girl child is not the option. I have been blessed with a family where my parents and grandparents never cast any gender biasing on me!

However in this blog I am not type casting “female” feticide, I am taking it up for any kind of feticide or abortion.

Abortion is a surgical process of terminating pregnancy. The process of abortion is guided by ultrasound to locate the position of baby. The forceps inserted through the birth canal grabs the baby’s leg. The leg is then pulled out, and this delivers the entire body, but not the head. The operator or abortionist then stabs the scissor into the baby’s head and the scissors are then used to enlarge the opening in the baby’s head. The scissors are then removed and suction catheter is introduces to suck the child’s brain, this causes the skull to collapse. The dead baby is then removed.

I am adding the link of the pictures and video that ringed the bell for me…

A few quotes that are quintessential:

Abortion is inherently different from other medical procedures because no other procedure involves the purposeful termination of a potential life. ~Potter Stewart

Seventy-seven percent of anti-abortion leaders are men. 100% of them will never be pregnant. ~Planned Parenthood advertisement

George W. Bush will protect your unborn fetus, and then send your grown child to die in war. ~Rick Claro

No woman wants an abortion. Either she wants a child or she wishes to avoid pregnancy. ~Author Unknown

Authors note: This blog post does not say “let the unwanted baby come to the world and suffer”, but just don’t let it happen!

MEAN MACHINE

2010-08-22T06:32:00.001-07:00

I have always been fascinated by big machines! But this one goes beyond all my fascinations. It’s simply spectacular!

The Liebherr T 282-B is radical category diesel/electric power train haul truck. It has an empty weight of 203 tons and load capacity of 363 tons. This makes it this truck with highest payload capacity truck in world!

Its engine (made in Germany, MTU) provides the maximum output of any commercialize automobile in the world. It is big enough to be used as an emergency power generator for international airports. The engine weighs 10.4tons, has 20 cylinders in a V arrangement and a capacity of 90 liters. It has a maximum power output of 2700kw and maximum torque of 14.457kNm. An important characteristic of the Liebherrs T282-B is that the diesel engine powers two Siemens electric traction motors in the rear axle. This intern provides fast acceleration and high speed. It has electric retarders that provide precise speed control to slowdown the truck.

Because of its enormous size it is transported to the site in components and assembled latter.

Length: 14.5 m long

Height: 7.4 m tall

Wheelbase: 6.6 m

Top Speed: 64 km/h

Costs: US$3.5 M

Liebherr T 282B was launched in 2004. Designed and manufactured by the Liebherr Mining Equipment Co.(basically a German entity) in Virginia, USA. A few dozen of them are sold every year.

CURIOSITY

2010-08-21T06:01:00.000-07:00

My Facebook home page read updated from Paulo Coelho, this time I read

Paulo Coelho Curiosity kills the cat, but helps the tiger to live // La curiosidad mata el gato, pero ayuda a que el tigre viva

I am not sure about you but I know nothing about the story of this cat! So I searched and tried to find out how the cat got killed. Apparently it was no easy thing to find!

All I could make out is that, it certainly is a way of saying “ignorance is bliss”

All I could find out is that, the phase was mentioned in some write-ups in various forms like “care killed the cat”, "curiosity killed a Thomas cat (Thomas is a form of male cat).", “hang sorrow, care'll kill a Cat, up-tails all, and a Louse for the Hangman.”

In the phases where care killed the cat, the secondary meaning of care is considered i.e. worry/sorrow and not the contemporary meaning i.e. “to take care of”.

I know nothing about the writer nor about the cat but these arcane thoughts certainly kill me if anyone amongst my readers know how the cat was killed, what sort of a curiosity killed it. Do mention it to me…

Author’s note; this post welcome all the stories that help me vindicate arcane thoughts.

PERHAPS

2010-08-19T08:53:00.001-07:00

It was an awful morning; I woke up alone and lost. I cannot remember when I slept; it must be 6 am or so. I can recall consciously looking at the wall clock reading 5 am. The second’s hand was rushing to eternity. I don’t have the clock that ticks in my bed room. My watch is always in a hurry but perhaps, I never noticed that both the clocks (i.e. the one that ticks and the one that runs) move at the similar pace

Last night was not the first time when I slept weeping silently on my bed. I am blessed with plenty of such nights. This has happened earlier too. It is awful because in those times I needed someone to hold me so that I could fall asleep but I have no one to cuddle, so I just curl up and cry with sleep deprived eyes. Wishing and begging to god for some sleep so that I could vanish in my dream and never have to wake up and face another awful morning.

I had two dreams that night. In the first dream something really good happened, my uncle who is paralyzed was walking around in his office. Setting up on some new business project and was high on life it was great!

In the second dream I was walking in search of something upon a bridge, it was apparently leading towards infinite limits but I could not reach to the place I was heading. I was stuck on finding the bridge broken. I leaned to see the landscape beneath, which seem like a volcanic magma but the temperature was chilling. I sat hanging my legs upon the black, red and orange molten rocks underneath the beautiful sky.

I woke up to a sound of rain pouring heavily on the window pane. I lay still for a long time wondering … nothing at all. On deliberately scanning my mind, I realized that for the first time maybe, I was not thinking anything. It took me back to the time when my physics teacher told us while trying to teach up how to meditate that, it is apparently not possible to track mind when it’s ideal unless one is in deep meditation state. I was certainly not in deep speculation may be I was just exhausted!

I sluggishly crawl out of my bed and cleaned my room. That’s the first thing I do every morning. I never get satisfied with other people’s cleaning skills for my room. Only I know how to clean the mess that I created.

I was still lost as I took bath. I wrapped a robe around my body and moved to the bedroom to get dressed. I should dress up to go out but yet another day, I gave up the plan. I put on loose tees and moved to the dinning, sat on the chair and pretended to read news paper. I held my head and buried myself in the newspaper.

I realized that I was just staring at the rag when my vision got blurred with tears. I finely broke down and placed my hands on my face. My hands were sticky as they touched my face. I felt my hair were sticky too I soon realized I forgot to rinse of the conditioner.

I moved into the bathing chamber and stood beneath the shower for eon of time. I heard a pungent sound, when I turned and saw the exhaust moving in eccentric manner. Apparently something had hit the fan, when I noticed a fur slowly floating towards the ground.

I did not care to see if the bird was killed or injured. I do not care about it whatever it was. Even if it was killed or still have to slog with the daily struggle of survival. Did the bird cared how I was feeling.

A thought of sharp edge of knife came to my mind and I had a thought of slashing my wrist. I may die may not die but certainly deserve to get hurt. I always thought it was very insane to do such an act of self destruction.

I still cannot believe that the reason impelling to such a disaster. It’s because of stuff that I love; I am sitting at the edge of life and thinking about destroying myself. I don’t care what the f*** people may think about but is not the one facing this

Author’s note; Perhaps, to be continued…

PIGGY BANKS

2010-08-10T03:16:00.000-07:00

I have been a little sad lately, but this does not block my random thoughts.

I was wondering why piggy banks are called “piggy” banks?

After trying hard to stop thinking about this and concentrating on my useless woes. I relinquished neglecting the thought and finally decided to goggle it! (Aha!! Our world revolves around Google! Don’t you think so? It has just made information so handy!)

So our small saving banks are related to pigs! Eerie! Though pigs are cute (if only they stay clean), they are the favorite animal of my baby cousin. (because they are pink!) But saving does not go with pig right?

Piggy bank is not just the conventional name of our personal bank. Origin of this term is something that I would call a creative mistake! During the 15^th century metals were really expensive. So for domestic purpose people used jars of clay. They even used it as a saving bank and dropped a coin or two in it on daily basis. The clay used for this purpose was called “pygg”. (It’s orange clay which is still used in India to make pots.) Those banks were called pygg banks!

Latter about in 17^thand 18^th century people forgot the origin. When an English potter received orders for traditional “pygg banks” the potter was obfuscated and he crafted banks shaped like pigs! (That was a creative accident!) The product was admired by everyone and that’s how we got the name piggy bank!

PS Now that this thought is out of my head, I can concentrate nagging about my personal woes. It is always a relief to knock down arcane thoughts!

Eccentric Fiction

2010-04-07T06:43:00.001-07:00

I tried to write a fiction but just like my thoughts, the characters that I created went out of my control. To know more read on…

It was getting late in the night. I was out on journey to countryside in search of adventure since morning, as I drove my red Porsche boxster Saw some light at distance. I scrutinized from the distance and found that is was some busy country inn. I think after such a long drive it’s just perfect to get some booze and rest. I parked my Porsche Got out of it and walked towards the bar in the inn.

An owl was hooting on the top of a leafless tree. The moon was on zenith. The surrounding was filled with terror of night. The zephyr from the west was the only familiar thing to me on this land.

There stood an old man in a cowboy attire by the bar’s door. He looked at me in an undue admiration. He lifted his cowboy hat and game me a bow with a sly, toothless, gummy smile. Certainly it was not often that he gets to see a carefree city girl having an adventures side. My leather jacket and denims gave me a punk look. He seems to have had an admiration for punk and Yankee. Or perhaps he was just drunk like rest of the people around.

The bar was filled with just few people. An old country song “Lucie” was being played. A fat woman was sitting in a corner table all alone, six people were playing cards in a table nearby, rest of the crowd was seated on the bar stools, drinking and chatting.

I sat on an isolated place from the rest of crowd and ordered for beer!

“Hey you!” said a riffraff country boy as he sat next to me and sipped some lacquer from his bottle.

“Hello” I replied

“Never saw you around, new to the place huh?” he asked with a smile.

“Yup I am!” I said almost avoiding any further interaction.

“I live in the nearby village. My name is Cassinin my folks just call me “Cas”. I am a cowboy I work in my farm! What do you do for your living?” he asked

“I am Karnika. I am a blogger! I write for my blog and apart from this I am an engineer in search of adventure and inventions” I said proudly

“Ah! Blogger sounds creative! What do you write about?” he asked as he got quiet impressed by it!

“I write fiction and random stories about my adventurous journey on my blog “The three dimensional living world”. You might have read it. It’s quite popular!” I bragged

“How do you expect me to read it when you are currently writing your first fiction?” he demanded.
“How do you know?” I asked in shock.

“I know! I know a lot. This incidence is going to be your first friction. In this story I am the one who listen to all your heroic deeds in the country, get impressed and fall for you. But you evidently reject me as you get to find out that I am scared of even rats and really coward! So I don’t match your carefree sprit…” he kept on his blab.

“Hey! You are not suppose to revile the story like this!” I said to hush him.

“Now that you have already broken the on tenterhooks, I will have to change it. So now you are just another stupid crazy country boy who come up with a raunchy pick up line and is hitting at me!” I announced proudly.

“Sounds great! I am single country man there is nothing wrong in just a little flirting and trying my luck…”he said and sipped his beer.

“No you are not single then. You have a beautiful girlfriend” I said.

“Beautiful girlfriend! Why would I hit at you then?” he asked with the taste of sarcasm.

Now this guy was testing my limits, I took a deep breath and said “because you are a country Casanova! And you are already cheating on your girlfriend as you are having an affair with the dancer in the bar!”

“What sort of story is this? We never had any dancer in this bar!” he asked out of confusion.

“We do have one now. I am the creator of the story! Remember?” I said

“That’s a pathetic story! What kind of start was that by the way? I would never hit at you as I have a beautiful girlfriend and an affair with the dancer! Who is there in the bar only” he said

“I can always go back and change how it starts. Now that you are pressing on it your girlfriend is ugly and wears braces!” I said out of reigning.

“You wore braces too!” he laughed.

“You are writing this just to make yourself appear like a hero as you are self obsessed! But it is not a hidden fact that no one will hit at you” he said with sarcasm.

“Let’s not get personal! “ I said as I got up and started walking towards the door.

“That’s what I meant to say when you portrayed me as “Johnny bravo”!” he shouted as I passed slamming the door.

I leaned to my car and stood alone for a while. As Cassinin came out of the bar’s door. He said to me acrimoniously “see! You hurt her too! You are so haughty!”

“Who?” I asked out of surprise.

“The lonely woman who was sitting in the corner, you called her fat. She is crying uncontrollably in the washroom” he answered.

The old man standing at the door joined cassinin and complained “she even made me look like a dumb drunk man, with toothless, gummy smile”

He turned towards me and asked me out of rage “You could have mentioned that I had dentures of artificial teeth, but you wanted to make just yourself look pretty and heroic and rest of us look like fools.”

He continued “I felt more honored when Paulo Coelho mentioned me in the alchemist, he respected me and never said that I ogled! at anyone unlike you did.

“Hey but I never said that you ogled!” I said out of shock

“But you meant that. Didn’t you?” he accused me.

“Holy f*** you were in the alchemist!” cassinin asked the old man.

“Yeah! I was. That is where she took me from and manipulated me to her own soppy character” the old man said.

“But I never mean you ogled at me. What I said was that …” I tried to give them my clarification.

But I was interrupted by cassinin “well! You are writhing about the countryside and you must understand the difference in their culture, perception and interpretation as you write.”

“Yeah! We are country men we believe in male domination. How can a young girl of your age out roll our men? And how come you possess a porches and I don’t get even a horse?” added the old man.

“Oh that’s pathetic you are acting as chauvinist!”

“No you are being excess of feminist, you got this porches and we don’t even get horses. And apart its countryside you are writing about that’s not fair” Cassinin rebuked.

“Enough! It’s my story I may write it the way I like” I made clear and walked away.

As I walked I heard a strange voice of hoot. The owl sitting on the top of the leafless tree was calling me.
I looked at it. He called me again and said “Hey you! Why you have made me sit on this leafless tree? Why u didn’t make me sit on tree with leaf. It is sort of thing makes the readers think that owls are scary and sleepy and lonely ….. That’s not fair...”

PS Did you just thought “owls can’t talk.” what do you mean owls can’t talk?
THIS IS MY STORY I MAY WRITE “WHATEVER” I WANT AND IT’S MY FICTION…..”

PPS A special thanks to Mr.Aseem Kaul.

GOD'S WRATH

2010-04-02T06:07:00.000-07:00

The sole of sand, eyes of stone.
Unwelcome the vivid vibes.
You stand alone despite of your reigning.

The god is peeved.
No man kindness was seen.
He doubted what he created.

Commencement of hate did not go unnoticed.
Hate rendered the night so dark.
Genial of moon was blocked by eclipse.

Stars had only one last hope.
But the god abdicated
And he resigned his post…

Language of universe…

2010-03-15T07:32:00.000-07:00

Looking at the night sky,
Reminds me of your deep dark eyes,

The wind,
It reminds me,
How it use to blow away your
Hair off your face and ….

The sun shine,
It reminds me,
Of your… oh!! So perfect smile,
That always conveys the message from your sole and your eyes putting up the message into a language,

The language that universe owns.

The language of… love, hope and silence.

This language… no matter what it says,
It always sets up the same message, same moral, same desire.

The desire to know truth, to know more,
To seek out the answer for hundreds and millions question arising.

These entire questions has the same solution,

An answer that one can realize,
When one looks at the Moon

The Moon,
Shining brightly in the sky,
Giving a soothe comfort
To my eyes....

To Judge

2010-03-14T09:48:00.000-07:00

I read in the book “To kill a mocking bird” by Harper Lee, that it’s a sin to kill a mocking bird! But it's a sin to kill any bird or just harm any living being emotionally or physically?

We all know that, including those who do the harm, and those who judge the deeds of the sinner and when find them guilty they do the same harm themselves.

“Law” that include of highly educated people with a good sense of analysis, makes the guilty stand under the light of judgment and decide the fiat of the sinner. I mean no offense, but they are not god themselves.

We don’t want crime, if only there was no crime …
No killing, no law to take the place of god and give life imprisonment or hang to death…world would have been a better place

Instead we should teach and spread the thoughts of self guilt to the potential sinners (the normal people)

Each and every one of us has the sense of morality and knows very well when we are harming others. Let the harm be because of any desire of possessing more and more money of any other selfish sop. Deep inside all human beings are having a sense of verdict. If only we could be unbiased and altruist while using this sense…

I was just wondering if there is any place in this word, where there is no need of law and order.
Just because there is no crime, no hurting or harming, no killing...
Because everyone in this place knows that it’s a sin to kill the mocking bird…or any other living being.

P.S. When I was in 8th grade, I read it on the display board of my school’s library …
“Be your own judge and you will be happy”
I would rephrase it and say “Be your own judge and this world will be a happier place.”

DAD! GIVE ME MY WINGS BACK...

2010-02-04T12:26:00.000-08:00

I was born with wings!

It’s the part of story told by my father, when I was too young to think logically!

I was told,

I was given to my parents by the fairies. On my birthday the fairies came to see my elder sister, as she was also given to my parents by them only. I was with them. At the time when we i.e. me and the fairies were going back I got really sad and wanted to stay with my elder sister. So the fairies left me over and told my dad to take care of me.

As I had wings, it was really difficult for my father to take care of us with wings! He at that time took off my wings and kept it safe at the same place where he had kept my sisters wings!

From that day onwards I was asking for my wings all the time.

But I was always denied.

My dad said “if I will give you your wings back you will fly to your fairyland. What if you won’t be able to fly that far as you have never practice, you may get hurt in the way? I will give you your wings when you will grow up! And will be able to live on your own. You are too young. I can’t let you go I will be alone”.

I mostly agreed to the deal but always had a desire to at least have a look at my wings.

I often asked,

What is the color of my wings?

I was told they were pink!

I had a logical approach too!

What if I will grow up and they stay of the same size?

Dad said he is keeping a check and we have been growing with the same rate.

My parents made me eat rice (that I don’t like at all) by telling me that the fairies came and made it for me.

And I ate it quietly…

I asked how come they did not meet me.

Thinking if I could have met them I would have told them that I want my wing back. And they would have convinced my father.

I was dyeing to see my wings and hoping that I may fly. I was eager to grow up and get my wings back. I always copied my elder sister in a lot of ways so that I could pretend be of her age!

As I grew up believe in the story got giddy and I got occupied in the other stuff appropriate for my age then.

PS: Dad I want my wings back!!

My sleep swallowed me!

2009-12-12T05:42:00.001-08:00

We all dream not just consciously about the perfect future, but unconsciously while sleeping as well, I don’t like to brag but, I have been good and creative in both the sort of dreaming.

I got a scary dream; it’s not the first time that it happened to me. Most of the time when I get a bad dream my sister wakes me up and ask if I am alright, she tells me that I breathed abnormally while sleeping and she could make out that something is wrong!

Back in hostel I don’t have anyone around to notice my abnormal breath rate so I end up waking screaming and that just happens to be wakeup alarm for my roomies!

Today after a series of unbelievable incidence, I realized it could not be real so I concluded that I was dreaming! So I must wake up now, but the dream was now allowing me to do so, I tried being calm but all in vain so I give up and took it as the end of my life and thought it’s nice to die while sleeping and seeing a horror dream. I was ready to die in my wildest imagination, the wild thought crossed my head; at least my mom should know the reason why I left her. Though my body was not ready to leave the dream and my brain was busy in listening to the shouting and yelling people there in dream some little voice inside me told me to leave a message for mum. All I wished in that moment was to grab my books or some paper and scribble message for mum “my dream swallowed me”. Gosh I did not realize that it was poetic. I liked the slogan, though I did not write it while sleeping but just learned it hard, and luckily I woke up!

I get a plenty of weird dreams. I dreams about missing my school bus while coming back from school, being lost in a carnival, shopping at the best place to shop at in dream ( I don’t know which place it is but the clothes and accessories are just perfect). Being chased by monster, leakage of LPG in my kitchen, protecting kids (from my family) from an overly aggressive anaconda! Or just seeing some prehistoric prisoners all of them with blue eyes and tied in chains (they all were looking like angles though). And the list goes on and on …

Some of my dreams are repeated while many are seen just once. But one of the most weird is the one in which I get trapped in a large building, filled with water and occupied with reptiles (I am not sure if those reptiles existing reality or not, as I have never seen any of those creatures apart from my dreams) the water is almost on till my knees. I usually dream this dream and the building is never empty I am accompanied by other people who are finding the way out of this watered building with lots of creepy reptiles. All these people in the building are those I have never met or seen otherwise, in the end some of the heroic people (including me), find the way out of the trap. It usually is through breaking some window, door or fence.

Outside this flooded building the world is always beautiful the sun is shining bright in the zenith. Lots of chocolate and ice cream outlets are there. It’s like I am in some amusement park with awesome rides at distance.

The most flabbergasting thing is that I find my ice cream parlor at distance in the end of most of my dreams, I know the people who serve in this place, I know the cost of my favorite flavor I don’t actually remember its name when I get back to consciousness. But in dream all I have to do is place my order and celebrate my coming out of the flooded building. I must mention that the ice cream is as always yummy out there!

THE OTHER SIDE

2009-11-29T08:05:00.001-08:00

Oh! Moon with a beautiful face.

Caring thought the boundaries of space.

When I look at you, I think in my mind.

Shall I ever, oh! Ever behold thy behind.

-unknown

Those who know about the far side of moon, knows what this quote is about! Far side of the moon is the side that we never get to see. Earth is facing only one side of moon. When I tell anyone about it, most of the people don’t believe me. Infact this is true! We always see one side. It was a little sad and abstract to me too when, I first read about it in Patrick Moore’s book when I was in 8^th grade or around.

I have noticed that the black spots on moon are always in same fashion, many of you might have also noticed it too.

Tidal forces between Earth and Moon have slowed moon's rotation in a way that one side is always facing the Earth. Whilst the other face, which is never visible from the Earth in its entirety (only 18% is visible under some conditions).

You must be thinking if the same side of the moon is always facing earth then it is not rotating around its own axis at all.

The Moon does actually rotate on its axis; it's just that the amount of time it takes to make a complete orbit around the Earth matches the amount of time it takes to complete one rotation. In both cases, this is 27.3 days (approximately)

The gravitational forces between Earth and Moon cause the interesting effect.

Over the few billions years since its formation, the Moon has become tidally locked with the Earth. In the distant past, the Moon had different rotation and orbital speeds, and it showed all of its sides to our planet. But the gravity of the Earth tugged at the irregular shapes on the Moon, causing it to slow its rotation until it was exactly the same length as its orbit.

The Earth, on the other hand, has so much mass that the force of gravity from the Moon pulling on Earth can't overcome its rotational speed. The Moon does create the tides, though, and causes the ground to rise and fall (its negligible you can’t feel it but it is there)

The far hemisphere was first photographed by the Soviet Luna 3 probe in 1959 and was first directly observed by human eyes when the Apollo 8 mission orbited the Moon in 1968.

The far side of the Moon is shielded from radio transmissions from the Earth; it is considered a good location for placing radio telescopes for use by astronomers.

Bewildered

2009-11-21T00:12:00.001-08:00

Your mother; she is perhaps the one who told you that God is there. She is the one who build the faith in you and made you believe in God and yourself.

“So, where does he live?” I asked.

He lives inside you… my mom answered.

At the outset, it was scary to learn that god lives inside me; that there was someone else living inside me, Gosh!

Where exactly inside me? I questioned again.

In your heart. God lives in everyone’s heart. I was told this long back.

It was impossible for me to believe. How can God live in my heart? Miss Saloni (my teacher from Shiv Nikaten, the place that civilized me), told me that my heart is of the same size as my fist. Then is God so small in size. How can he fit in such a small place? Is there enough air? Is there sufficient light for his survival?

On further introspection I got to know god was “invisible”. Then why is living inside me I was bewildered!

So that you are not alone anywhere you go. Haven’t u heard the story about the disciple told to perform some task some at some place where there is no one, as told by my friend.

I thought I know god. I have always known him since I was born. I was told that, I was send by him to this world like everyone else.

If everyone else is send by God, how come some of them are nice and warm to me and others are bad and cold, when all of us came from same place we all should be exactly the same?

Are you nice to everyone around you? I am sure that there are some of your acquaintances that you don’t like and they don’t like you too! You are bad and cold to them, someone said to me long time back.

It is impossible for anyone to be the same for everyone, there all always some moral and social obligations that come in the way. Not every one can be altruist like mother Teresa. It’s just not something an ordinary human being can do.

God! Is there anyone of that sort around? This question often comes in our mind when we find everything around us falling into wrong place. When we give up hope, then faith in god is lost. Then comes the phase when one thinks that god is just a supernatural thought created by men to comfort themselves. Perhaps it is so and even if it’s like that this does not kill my faith.

You can feel God around you, in different forms.

You can feel him in music.

You can see him in a stranger’s eyes.

You can sense his presence in full moon night.

Or in a child’s smile.

You can get glimpse of god in a wise man’s words.

Or feel him around just when you need him.

All you need is faith.

FLASHBACK

2009-11-11T07:33:00.000-08:00

It’s a flashback form older times… an incidence and a technique that just skipped out of my mind thanks for apportioning that one with me..

I turned my face in the other direction out of woe. But could feel that my best friend was enjoying every movement of seeing my troubled self... (Huh!!)

“Okay we can sort it out … can’t we?” asked my friend.
“Hummmm… may be!!” I replied
“No ... it can’t be sorted out” I ranted as I just broke down.
“I know I can deal with it as it comes but as per now I can’t do anything about it and just can’t stop thinking about it all the time, so I am not coming with you to hang out ...”
I was just blabbering on my own
I don’t know anyone except for him ever listen, when I just say stuff that does not make sense to them, but he always listened to me even if it don’t make any sense to him … in accordance to the deal we had to be supportive to be a friend . Yeah! To be a friend all you have to do is to be supportive.
“I know sweets you can deal with it no matter what it is.” He said. And that’s the very reason he was the best part of my life, he had faith in me and my dreams.
I smiled and was already feeling better.
“Do you like hot air balloon?” abstract question another reason why this guy was my best buddy.
“Yeah” I replied and smiled. As I had no clue how that was related to my contemporary situation.
“Cool! Then sit back and close your eyes. Just do as I say” with all the excitement in his voice. I did what he said.
“Can you visualize your problem in a material form?” He asked
I nodded and could easily imagine my chemistry teacher as my biggest problem.
“Okay great, so now you have to imagine doing whatever I am asking you to do. Pack you problem in a nice gift pack and do feel it! In your favorite color. Turn and see there is a hot air balloon tied by this rope, put your problem in that balloon. Ignite the balloon and take a deep breath now get out of balloon and burn the rope holding it. And don’t forget to say good bye. It won’t come back today I bet. It’s going away …. Open your eyes! When it’s gone.”
To my amusement I was actually doing as he said and that was a fun thing to do to your chemistry teacher.
I opened my eyes and asked.” What was that another of your meditation scheme?”
“Perhaps! Are you feeling better… ” he asked or told I don’t know.
“Good so without wasting any more time, tell me where do you want to go? I think …..bla bla bla”
I did not listen what is said. I was just thinking. How does he know how to brush me up and put me back to life, that’s something only he can do…

This post is just for the one who knows me the best. My best friend, worse enemy and the only critic...

ABSTRACT

2009-11-04T03:52:00.000-08:00

My thoughts are wild

My thoughts are awesome

My thoughts are weird too

In my thoughts dreams come true

My thoughts says that pigs may fly

In my thoughts the ocean went dry

In my thoughts the stars are closer then sky

My thoughts can make things fly

In my thoughts it rained in desert

In my thoughts I traveled to treasures

In my thoughts moon was just mine

My thoughts run faster then light

My thoughts are random

My thoughts are quick

My thoughts are better then you

Crazy they may sound to you...

My thoughts are free to fly high

In the shining dark blue night sky ….

GLIMPSE OF LOVE

2009-11-01T08:22:00.000-08:00

I always wished I may find love once

And never loose it.

But I guess love just

Likes to play hide and seek with me…

MY KNIGHT

2009-10-29T08:19:00.000-07:00

After such a long time of feeling dead,

I could feel the blood running through my head.

It was hard for me to be like you,

Hopelessness crippled me and killed me too.

You came as a knight in the shining armor,

Holding sword in hand.

The best part is you never fought for me,

You simply gave the sword in my hand.

TRUTH OR FAKE ...!!

2009-10-22T05:22:00.003-07:00

I have always been a space exploration freak. And this post is about one of the space conspiracies, the little known 'dead Cosmonaut'. I am neither a supporter nor against this story. Well truth of fake the story is interesting …

It’s from the times of 1960’s, when USA and USSR were rivals in space exploration. Bothe the nations were up in arms to prove their technical superiority and advancement in space programs. In 1957 USSR launched first man made satellite in space “sputnik”. Then latter 1961 Yuri Gagarin became the first cosmonaut to travel in space. The story of 'dead cosmonaut' is from some time between the two space programs. According to the Judica Cordiglia brothers from Italy, Gagarin was not the first man in space.

According to the two radio enthusiast brothers, they heard sounds from space audible from a home-built equipment. These brothers had set up a listening station in Italy to tap the communication transmission between the ground operating system and the spacecrafts for both USA and USSR. The brothers claimed to have detected and recorded radio transmissions of the cosmonaut who were slowly dying while adrift in space.

The brothers have a website on which one can hear the recordings to hear click (Tracce). The recording is in Russian language and that too not much clear.

The USSR denied the brothers' claim. Supporters of the story believe the Soviet government hide the cosmonaut's death to preserve the country's reputation as a leader in space exploration. The truth remains a mystery.

A documentary on this story was telecasted in SBS Television (Australia) at 7:30pm 18-07-2008.

If you want to read more go to space hackers.

It’s really interesting to find out how credible this story is, if you have more clues on this please do send me.

On kapoor.karnika@gmail.com :)

STRANGER

2009-10-15T01:13:00.000-07:00

It was when I was a teenage girl, full of adventure and excitement. And one of the most adventurous things was to pay a visit to bonta (a botanical garden at Delhi university). This use to be an evening expedition with a group of friends. We use to plan on summer afternoons over the phone, meet up at someone’s place and then, putting it in my lingo then we use to “hit the road”.

That was where I saw him first a medium build old man smartly dressed up in shorts n tees with running shoes and socks, nicely held black (colored hair), with a very significant thick white eyebrows. His eyebrow is actually what made me notice him. He had a companion who more appeared like some of his bodyguard with a comparatively strong build. They both held stick in there hand and use to walk fast.

I encountered him first time at the entry of bonta, it was the only time I had a verbal communication he looked at us and said “you kids should take sticks along as the monkeys often get aggressive and hurt people”. I nodded and smiled and pulled out a stick from nearby tree. He smiled back and walked away in his usual fast fashion.

Then I started having a glimpse of him on a regular basis. We greeted each other by exchanging smiles, while walking pass each other. For few years I often saw him and unconsciously knew where he would encounter me as I was well acquainted with his walking speed. At times I use to set targets of my walking sessions by comparing our walking speeds.

I got enrolled in a college that is about 300 km from Delhi. I shifted to a hostel and my regular evening walks to bonta went a miss. I perhaps had no one to compare my speed with. On vacations at home I never missed taking the walk, as it is my way of spending time with me. Not to forget mentioning that he was always there! I could figure out he is a man of principles, rules and regulations. He always use to acknowledge my come back and welcomed me with a bright smile. Last year's summer was the last time I saw him he was growing old and week. I passed a smile at him and walked by.

I have been busy all the time with lot of things. So could not get time for evening walks lately. But now as I have ample time I started it again and it has already been a few days that I am visiting the same place a walk, but the sad part is that I cannot find him anymore. From last two days I have been terribly missing that stranger and hope will get to see him soon.

I hope he is fine and doing well, though I don’t know even his name, His occupation or anything about him. There was this strange relation of greeting with smile. It was as if I knew him and was comfortable to have him around. Its strange how I felt so secure in presence of this stranger, felt as if he was a guardian angel…

Spider Suicide..!!

2009-09-25T05:44:00.000-07:00

When I was young I was always very fascinated towards spiders. I specifically liked the spiders with huge bodies. I really liked the beautiful pattern on their body. There was a time when I even wanted to pet one but I skipped my plan as I did not wanted to do so on the cost of its freedom.

Recently I was reading some book on which I saw a picture of a female Redback spider. What made me mention it over here on my blog is not just how awesome it looks but the way male member of this species commits suicide!!! (I will definitely call this an act of suicide)

The male Redback spider is one of the species on earth which is eaten up by its partner while copulating!!! (Now that's weird) I wonder what is going on in their mind while the incidence. The female is huge in comparison with the tiny male and the male makes the female drooling by gasconading his abdomen in front of female which the female find quit ample to serve its sense of hunger. By keeping the female busy eating itself the male can deposit maximum amount of sperms so that the chance of reproduction increase.

The male sacrifice its own life for a fatal attraction or to give another life a chance in form of its own offspring... That’s still not clear to me...

This act of suicide brought a crazy thought in my mind. I think the male did so because it just wanted to end up its life. It was stressed and had lost the track in its life; its life is going on in an unwanted direction. But deep inside the male spider knows that it is blessed and that its blood aka genetic structure is blessed. So it did not want to end its life in vain and thought that it should at lest pass on its genes so that its blessed blood should flourish...

Apart the spider do not have much option like taking poison, taking some easily available sleeping pills, slash of his wrist ,hang to death or some tall building to jump off from ..And I don’t think he ever thought asking for mercy killing...

Fair deal for the spider..!!!

The Silent Smile

2009-09-19T15:17:00.000-07:00

I was just going through my old diary and i found this old rhyme that i had written then ..
It is from long back and i had always been very private about it.I never wanted to share it with anyone except my clique...
my buddies really liked it then, at that part of time in my group of friends writing poem was a dernier cri.
It is dedicated to someone special who may never know i wrote it for him....

The calmness of moon light night is what I feel, The whole world go silent to hear my heartbeat. All the flowers, firefly and the whole night sky is smiling at me .....

I have not complete it, cos i want it to remain a mystery ..

El Dorado...!!!

2009-09-11T05:39:00.000-07:00

It was long back when I saw the flick "The road to El Dorado". I really like two friends in the flick they portrayed quite nicely to my so called "best friends" image!

But this blog is certainly not to show gratitude to my best friend.It is about El Dorado the amazonian monarch.

It is a tale from early 1500th century. El Dorado was a Spanish Amazonian king. At that part of time the city of Amazon was ruled by this flamboyant monarch, who use to regularly coat his body with gold dust (nice body pack, I bet his skins glow would be fabulous) and then plunged into a nearby lake to wash it off while being showered with gold and jewels by his subjects...

The stories of gold coated king grew into a legend.

These days the word El Dorado represented any place of vast riches, abundance, or opportunity..

The world is now recovering from so called economic crisis, in such a condition I cant predict which place is going to be the next El Dorado..

Lately US , UK and other western locations were considered so. This does not hold true in today's context. the world is crying for protectionism and jobs. So whatsoever place is going to be the El doradao only time can tell.

The place I consider to be my contemporary El Dorado is in my mind .. I don't prefer sharing its wealth .. ;)

Have a nice day..

trapped

2009-08-16T01:06:00.000-07:00

I feel trapped in the crowd of emotions
Like I am standing in center of the herd of wild horses.

They are running randomly in all the directions,
I am trying to keep it orchestrate.

I wish I could quit the command.
But things are out of control.

I did not enroll into it by choice
How could i out roll..!!

I feel trapped in the crowd of emotions.
Ruined over by the wild horses

Emotions are like wild horses the more to try to control them, more the run out of control...

My School G.H.P.S. and my sweet little world out there :)

2009-01-21T05:02:00.000-08:00

School was certainly the best time. I studied at G.H.P.S. For me it’s the best school in the whole world because it’s the place where I become me "Karnika Kapoor".

When I am sitting alone in a corner of this big-big world, I still recall all those beautiful days, while I ran around in corridors, hide behind pillars so that the most bugging person skip to notice us and we don’t get grilled with him or her, walking hand in hand with friends sharing lunch and lays, stupid crushes, royal heartbreaks, dealing with all that really helped me to grow up.

I still remember the time when we use to complete maths work in history class and when we use to laugh uncontrollably on simply very stupid reasons, hitting on the most cutest momma’s boy in the class or it be dealing tactfully with the horrible "Harneet Singh Sethi".

When we moved around with friends and when friends console while you are crying for one reason or the other, when we party at school canteen spraying and splashing cold drinks on each other and shouting, dancing and having a lot of good time together.

When all the friends are moulded into same moods and there were seasons for all most every thing i.e., sports, poetry, music, dance and even for friendship. That was "friendship day" when all the colourful bands, gifts, etc. were exchanged to show affection, when all of us had common friends and enemies too.

The time when we were eager to grow up, live on our own. I simply loved those days and wish that all those dreams come true!!!

life

2008-07-21T05:50:00.000-07:00

About an year ago I read a topic on some networking site, seeking answer to ''what is life?” To which I had an internal desire respond as follows

Life is all about reaching your goal I believe that each one of us has a mission which will help in progression of the universe and we r living to complete it. It could be anything ......and only u deep down inside your heart has the answer .... that what it is (the goal) as its written by Paulo Coelho, "If you are still living, it's because you have not yet arrived at the place you should be…”

After reading it now I felt soo good thus decided it to be my 1st post...