UFOs (Flying Saucers) - How They Fly

The existence of World War Two German field propulsion flying saucers is a topic which is denied by virtually every reputable authority in aviation history. It is also denied by many researchers studying German saucers. The problem is that in the years immediately following the Second World War the earth's skies suddenly began to be populated by flying craft which did some remarkable things. They flew at unheard of speeds. They made very sharp turns, seemingly non-aerodynamic turns, even at this extreme speed. They lacked the glowing tail of jets or rockets but they glowed or gave off light at night from their periphery or from the whole craft. They were silent or almost silent. Sometimes they gave off sounds that an electric generator or motor might make. Sometimes vehicles with electrically based ignition systems ceased to operate in the presence of these saucers. No government claimed these flying craft, yet they were seen all over the world. Interview with Author of "Space Aliens from the Pentagon".

Are you an Evangelist ?

When someone asked me if I was an evangelist back then during my school days, my pathetic vocabulary skills proudly returned a null. I stared back with a quizzical look on my face. An evangelist is a person who passionately pursues what he likes the most, or simply a person who spreads joy.

There I stood, with the world spinning around me, introspecting whether my presence made any significant changes or was I just another being who meant nothing to the ones around him ? I've always believed and sworn to the fact that the world will show you its beautiful backside if you are the snobbish, moody, every-sighing soul.

Are you the types who lead a mundane, moribund, mechanical life doing things that you wished you could change/alter ? Do you go to your workplace/college/school every morning wondering -"Why the hell am I here?" But then have you ever thought of it this way ? People who see that ugly constipated contorted look on your face every morning, tend to lose their little spark of enthusiasm that they had preciously obtained after an introspection like mine? ;) Negative aura spreads quickly, but positive thoughts are more infectious.

Go back to that point of time in your life when we wanted to become astronauts, pilots, soldiers, superheroes, painters and even poets!! Where did all that enthusiasm go ? Are we afraid of people who snicker at our dreams ? Disappointments and fear flourish in our heart & minds.

Yes, I am an evangelist! Of course I do have my mood-swings, hard days and downfalls, but then who doesn't?

Go enroll for those arts classes, eat those extra pieces of chocolate, find time to talk, enjoy the sunshine, listen to some soul-enriching music, read a good word, feel good about yourself!

And please burn your to-do lists. :D

Am I more special than you ? Yes, because I've found my cause !

Back Home - Mixed Feelings !!

Anirudh looked out of the little window on his left. He could see only clouds. He shifted restlessly in his seat and reclined back as he closed his eyes.

He was returning home after almost 3 years and was looking forward to meet all his loved ones. He was no homesick person, but the 3 year gap had left him feeling totally disconnected with everyone back home. He thought of his mother and her lip-smacking rasam, the early morning jogging with his dad, the back-slapping moments with his mates, the aimless bike rides, the night-outs at the beach...

He looked out again and saw the familiar blue of the Marina. A smile crossed his face. It was about time. The slim air hostesses prepared the cabin crew for landing. The aircraft dropped a few feet and met heavy turbulence. They circled for a few minutes until the plane got clearance for landing. Those minutes seemed longer than the 3 years. As the flight touched ground and sped along the runway,

Anirudh already had his seat belt off and was urging to grab his backpack and scoot out. He was met with a huge queue for immigration. He kept counting heads and when his turn came, he was too glad to thrust out his passport to the immigration officer. Baggage claiming tested his patience more than anything else. Every third suitcase seemed like his and when he finally spotted his, the rickety conveyor belt seemed to take ages to transport it to him.

He couldn't hold his feet once he had his luggage on the trolley. He searched the sea of faces until his eyes settled on his parents standing amidst the crowd. When he made his way out and reached where they were standing, his father pulled him into a rib cracking hug. And suddenly he felt all the years melting into nothingness. This is where he belonged. He was home at last !

Your eyes says it all ....

"Every time you look at me, a part of me dies, I know there's something else, I can see it in your eyes."

As for this post, the above lines say it all ! Some people in the world try to hide their inner feelings in their heart, but then, they forget that their eyes talk a lot more than they actually do.

Brown, Green, Hazel, Blue, Amber. Dark or light be it, eyes definitely reflect the true spirit of the inner soul. Lighting up with a sparkle on an affectionate touch, wrinkling at the corners with grace, coyly winking at a cute face, glaring with hatred, pelting a cold stare, brimming with tears or just blinking away every day! The first of each emotion churning out of you is first seen in the eyes. You could have a control on your tongue, but you can never stop an eye from talking. If you have a dream in your heart, it most certainly shows in your eyes. Why? Even the most complex of all emotions - Love is associated with the eyes - "Love at first sight"! We've never heard of a love at first smell !!

In an eye, you the see the beauty of a simple person, the majesty, the sophistication, the ruthlessness and the power !

As Ludlum casts in his Ambler Warning where Hal Ambler judges everyone with their reflex emotions especially eyes.... Gives you a rough idea as to how much a man can know from your eyes... There are ppl who talk to your eyes... They keep a constant vigil on your eye as they talk to you. Simply studying your from your eyes. One such a human is my boss... For i know he knows everything thatz in our mind as he reads (as if its all there out open). And as he fixes his eyes on you he'll be getting all the informations he wants as if connecting to a network. I can see him probing my eyes as he talks (or atleast thatz what i think).

I had seem lot of people doing these.. As if mesmerizing you as they talk to you... But equally difficult for them is to hide that they are actually reading you. Atleast thatz all i read from them. For im not good at the same all i know when i meet such a person is that hez reading my mind loud and clear.

Well enough rambling... i'll finish this with the crux of this post

No matter how many words you have or hide, Your eyes says it all !

Unsolved Puzzle...

Oh Earth! How huge are you?
So beautiful in every view
From space you look so blue
Who made you?
We have no clue !

Nostalgia !!! Gone are the days Will they ever come back....

At times i wonder if i could live atleast a minute of those days... How precious they are now... all we have is the memories of those days which atleast fills our thoughts.

Gone are the days, but not the memories.

Gone are the days
When the school reopened in June, and we settled in our dusty desks and chairs.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in the book depot, and got our new books and notebooks.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors during Interval, and rushed back before the next class commenced.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, under the trees and the unforgettable canteens.

Gone are the days
When a single Games period in the week's Time Table, was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, and the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, and the most enjoyed holidays following them.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought (We learnt ???)

Gone are the days, but not the memories, of our most cherished school days which will linger in our hearts for ever and ever.

Clear the BLUES

So here's an effort to cheer up my spirits and probably yours too....

There may be days when you get up in the morning and things aren't the way you had hoped they would be. That's when you have to reassure yourself that things will get better soon.

There will be times when people will disappoint you and let you down. But those are the times when you must learn to trust your own judgements and opinions.

There will be challenges to face and several changes to adapt to, and it is upto you to accept them.

Constantly keep yourself headed in the right direction, for it may not be easy at times, but in those tough times of struggle, you'll find a stronger sense of who you are.

So, when the days come that are filled with frustration & unexpected responsibilities, remember to believe in yourself and all that you want your life to be.

Because challenges & changes will only help you find your goals that you know are meant to come true for you.

The higher the goal,
The harder the climb.
But taken each day one step at a time;
The goal is accomplished.
The dream is attained.
And the prizes??
The Wisdom and Strength that are gained.


As Rascal Flatts puts it in Stand.....

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand
Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on

Everytime you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place

Memories of the past.... Still reminiscing those good old days....

In memory of all those students who were waiting for the bell to ring.....

The brain is such a complex thing to understand.
It functions 365 days in a year
7 days a week
24 hours everyday
but
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stops functioning the moment we enter the examination hall.

Cricket: Indian Premier League 2008: Bowling Stats

Data Source: Cricinfo

• UI Credits: Google Motion Chart Gadget
Notes:

• Bowlers with no averages are assigned a default average of 5 more than the highest.
• The other variation of visualizing the same data is here.
  There are some features of that API that are absent in Google Motion Chart and would be very useful here.

Currently, the data for this motion chart has to be manually updated in the Google Spreadsheet. (Google Docs API may be able to automate this).
I will do my best to update it daily.

I have access to data from 07 May 2008 only. If you how to get the data from Cricinfo as of a particular previous date, please let me know.

Cricket: Indian Premier League 2008: Batting Stats

Data Source: Cricinfo
UI Credits: Google Motion Chart Gadget
Notes:

• The other variation of visualizing the same data is here.
  There are some features of that API that are absent in Google Motion Chart and would be very useful here.
  
• Currently, the data for this motion chart has to be manually updated in the Google Spreadsheet. (Google Docs API may be able to automate this). I will do my best to update it daily
  
• I have access to data from 07 May 2008 only. If you know how to get the data from Cricinfo as of a particular previous date, please let me know.

Intel® 2008 Awards: Teen Winners Make Amazing Contributions To Their Fields!

The three young women who won top awards for their "science projects" for the 2008 Intel® Science and Engineering Fair (ISEF) each won $50,000 scholarships from the Intel Foundation as part of their awards. They are already at the level of Eve Curie! Take a look at their "science projects!"

1. Sana Raoof (left) contributed mathematics research that assists in solving classic biochemistry problems.

Raoof's research provided new insight into how a better understanding of mathematical knot theory could help resolve classic biochemical problems. Specifically, her work focused on the Alexander-Conway polynomial invariant for chord diagrams to help prove how to classify molecules on a structural basis.

Sana Raoof, 17, is from Muttontown, NY.

2. Yi-Han Su (center) identified a way to make methanol convert to hydrogen with greater efficiency.

Su was awarded for her efforts to identify a high-activity catalyst that could improve methanol reforming reactions in order to generate hydrogen more efficiently.

Yi-Han Su, 17, is from Chinese Tapei.

3. Natalie Sarange Omattage developed a biosensor to screen for contamination in foods.

Omattage developed a more efficient and less expensive way to screen for food additive contaminants, including those responsible for the recent deaths of many pets. By developing biosensors based on quartz crystal microbalance (QCM), Omattage's research provides a new way for ports and warehouses to more thoroughly screen for food additives and other contaminants that could be found in food imported into the United States.

Natalie Sarange Omattage, 17, is from Cleveland, MS

Wow! It's hard to believe that these women are still in high-school and I'm reporting the winners of the ISEF and not of the Nobel Prize!

Congratulations to Raoof, Su, and Omattage for your accomplishments and thank you for setting the bar high for teens who aspire to the ISEF. There were 500 other ISEF winners in grade school, middle school, and high school categories; congratulations to you all!

press release

Picture it - thousands of Mickey Mouse heads floating over Orlando, Florida. That is the plan for later this month when Walt Disney Co. uses a new invention to promote Disney World. Now picture the Nike logo or the Apple Logo or even your logo taking to the air. How? Flogos!

What is a Flogo? It's lighter than air foam, made from proprietary surfactant (fancy word for soap), and pressed into the shape of a logo.

Source: WTPOP News

Flogos have a life expectancy of minutes to an hour or more, depending on wind speed and direction. They travel slowly, can go twenty to thirty miles in distance and as high as twenty-thousand feet in the air.

Source: ABC News

First conceived of in the 1990s by Francisco Guerra and Brian Glover, two international special effects inventors, it takes about ten days for the in-house Flogo art department to create your Flogo stencil, then a certified Flogo tech will place a Flogo generator in the optimum location, and Presto, Flogo! Sky trash or innovative ads that really soar?

Source: Armageddon

One great thing is they are a Green product, 100% environmentally safe. Currently available in white, in 2009 they will launch a line of colored Flogos. Maybe one day, they'll even figure out how to write messages in the foam.

Source: MSNBC

Flogos come in 24-inch and 36-inch models, but a new 48-inch generator is in development. While the most intricate design I could find was the Olympic circles (picture unavailable) the possibilties seem endless.

What do you think of these innovative soap bubble ads?

Sources: The Denver Post and Flogos

Engineers Build First Self-Replicating 3D Machine

As biologists are busy working on cloning living organisms, engineers are working on a mechanical counterpart - creating non-living things that can replicate themselves.

Recently, more than 100 researchers from around the world have been working on a project called RepRap (Replicating Rapid-prototyper), which started in 2004. At the Cheltenham Science Festival in the UK, the team displayed their creation: the world's first 3D printer than can print pieces which can be assembled by hand to make an exact copy of the original printer.

The replica is no mule, either - it can also print another copy of itself.

So far, RepRap can only reproduce its plastic parts, and not its metal or electronics. It takes a human a few hours to assemble the copied pieces into another printer.

Nevertheless, RepRap is the first 3D printer that can reproduce its own components. And, with its pieces costing around $600, the printer is much less expensive than other 3D printers (which cost around $50,000). Besides replicating itself, it can also print plastic 3D objects including coat hooks, water-filter insects, children's sandals, and much more.

The RepRap collaborators hope that the printer can be useful for reproducing plastic objects of just about any shape, especially for hobbyists and communities in the developing world.

People already "run their own CD burners, printing presses and photographic laboratories", said Adrian Bowyer, the University of Bath mechanical engineer who launched the RepRap project. "There's no reason they shouldn't run their own factories as well."

At RepRap.org , you can find more information, including instructions for building your own replicating RepRap printer.

via: New Scientist

The real heroines of Indian History...

IT was a real pleasure to go through the profiles of women like Dr. Lakshmi Sehgal, who was a medical graduate way back in 1938 and who joined the Indian National Army; Dr. Muthulakshmi Reddy, who took a stand against child marriage and the abhorrent devdasi system, then widely prevalent; K.P. Janaki, the “Amma” of the poor; Mallu Swarajyam, the brave leader of the Telangana armed struggle; Ahilya Rangnekar, one of the founders of the All Indian Democratic Women’s Association; Suseela Gopalan, once tipped to be the Chief Minister of Kerala; K.R. Gouri Amma, the longest serving member in the Kerala Assembly; and Mrinal Gore, fondly called “Paniwali Bai” (Cover Story, June 6).


These women, who carved out a space for themselves in the public sphere at a time when it was much more difficult for women to do so than it is today, are the real heroines of our country.



Frontline has really made a mark by unearthing these stories of the real heroines of india...

Read about The Pioneers:
Dr. Lakshmi Sehgal
Dr. Muthulakshmi Reddy
K.P. Janaki
Mallu Swarajyam
Ahilya Rangnekar
Suseela Gopalan
K.R. Gouri Amma
Mrinal Gore

Image trouble - PINKY ANAND

Can the police go public with “evidence” when an investigation is still incomplete?

The character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of; the tree is the real thing”. Abraham Lincoln

Though the investigation in the Aarushi murder is still ongoing, the investigating agency has not done much to generate faith in their ability to discover the truth. The over anxiety to speak to the press and to bring every possible “evidence” to public knowledge appears hopelessly misplaced.

But this is not what this is about. Whatever may happen with the investigation or trial, the image of the teenager, the victim of this bizarre double murder, has been tarnished. The investigating agency has made public the “preposterous story” of the “objectionable position of the girl with the servant” without any basis.

Legal angle

Should the investigating agency have made public this allegation without any apparent basis? The National Commission for Women has rightly insisted that they would serve a notice upon Uttar Pradesh Police for using language that shows ‘disrespect’ towards women. The dead cannot deny or contradict these remarks. Reason and prudence demand that the investigating authorities should scrupulously abstain from making statements that amount to character assassination of a minor dead girl. Sections 499 (defamation) and 509 (insulting modesty of a woman) of IPC prescribe offences for defamatory statements. The Press Council of India has provisions barring use of “such” personalised statements specifically when a person is dead.

The laws of the country and the Supreme Court hold that the identity of a girl should not be disclosed. The Supreme Court dealing with a case of rape in State of Punjab vs Gurmit Singh (1996) said, “The courts should, as far as possible, avoid disclosing the name of the prosecutrix in their orders to save further embarrassment to the victim of (a) sex crime.”

Obviously, this confidentiality is meant to preserve the dignity of the victim and not to expose her to public shame. Strict adherence to high standards of ethical behaviour by the police is what the time demands. But, in this case, the 14-year-old girl, a minor now dead, suffers repeated character assassination by the police.

Trite though it is, even a perfunctory look shows that, when the victim is a girl, aspersions are frequently cast on her character as in the case of Hetal Parekh, the 16-year-old raped and murdered by Dhananjay Chatterji, who was ultimately sentenced to death.

This brings us to the question what should we do? Should the police be at liberty to make “evidence” public when investigation is not complete? Are the police governed by a code of conduct restraining them from maligning the character of a woman? Can the victim’s personal life be subject to public discussion because of such “disclosures”? Are the investigating agencies answerable for the character assassination of a minor victim? Do we need guidelines?

The writer is a senior practicing advocate, Supreme Court of India

Courtesy: The Hindu - Magazine

Its now Lalu's turn to start blogging ...

Off late blogging virus has hit many celebrities. Be it Amitabh Bachchan, Amir Khan or Salman Khan. But now it started hitting politicians too. Our own Lalu Prasad Yadav started blogging in mypoplorn.com .Lalu intend to post every week at his blog.

To visit his blog clickhere.

It is not new for politician to start blogging. Omar Abdulla already blogs. But when Laluji blogs it creates lot of interest because it is definitely going to very humorous and funny to read. However Lalu’s first post was very political and he targeted Vasundhara Raje for Gujjar Agitation and said that the agitation reached this level because of mishandling by Vasundhara Raje Government. He also raised his concern on Gujjars demand and showed is displeasure at loses to railways and passengers due to agaitation.

We may see Lalu using this blog as a tool for targetting his political rivals or to his own political advantage. Nevertheless in coming days the blog will be in news both for humour as well as controversies. Lalu knows best what to strike, when to strike and whom to strike and what else other than blog can provide him a another big platform. To visit his blog clickhere.

Madhukar Sabnavis: How mature is India?

Social influencers need to recognise India is a teenager.

A recent life insurance commercial shows a wife returning home and finding her husband sitting in the balcony ‘still'. She fears the worst only to realise in the end that he is resting and the advertisement ends with the message ‘dangers can happen anytime'

A mobile phone commercial shows a young teenager being harangued by his father. He shuts his father off by quietly listening to music on his phone.

In a mobile service commercial a young girl hoodwinks her parents to get permission to go out of town for a picnic with her boy friends. She gives her parents an impression that she may be swinging the wrong way.

All three commercials are interesting and engaging. The first one is provocative while the other two are both charming and entertaining. The life insurance ad touches upon the most basic need — protection in the case of eventuality. The mobile ads reflect what most of us have personally experienced in our youth — parents are people who have to be outsmarted. They are real. There is nothing particularly wrong in any of these executions .This is not a judgement on either their effectiveness to connect with the desired audience or actually make a sale. But it does beget the question: Is Indian society ready for such reality?

In the last decade, Indian society has seen some interesting changes. Much has been written about the austere, conservative, mild, satisfied, non-materialistic, idealistic, family-oriented, boisterous and emotional Indian giving way to the optimistic, confident, "can-do" spirited, competitive and almost "hedonistic" consumerist new Indian. However, alongside this, there are two other significant changes — and it's beyond the superficial western cultural invasion that many media talk about and that took place in the 90s.

First, this new Indian has given birth to "insecurity" in society. At a personal level, the high level of competition from school to college to work has created pressures from family and peers to perform like never before. The weakening of the physical family network — with the emergence of nuclear family and working parents, gives children (and even adults) fewer people to fall back on for managing emotional stress. The result is growing psychological loneliness. This is compounded by an environmental change. In the 60s and 70s, India, as a nation, faced known enemies. Today, with the growth of terrorism, the enemy is unknown — he could be anywhere, even next door! It's ironic that we talk about a more confident younger generation, but research shows that parents today are more scared of letting children go out freely. Mobiles have become a means to keep in touch with children as they go from school to vocational to tutorial classes — something earlier generations rarely worried about. India (and maybe the world too) has become a more unsafe place.

The second characteristic of the new India is "aggression". When aggressive energy is expressed as trying to be better or actually exploring new lands, it's positive. However, there is a "darker" side to it. Shoot-outs in schools, revenge and murder killings among the educated class are a reflection of this new-found aggression — an outcome of society's inability to cope with emotional stress in an intelligent and mature fashion. The recent Harbhajan-Sreesanth slapgate during the IPL may seem amusing to some or just a venting of sporting aggression to others, but it is also symptomatic of the dark side of the "aggressive" Indian. There is discussion currently on championing that, besides skill development and psychological preparation; cricketers need to be "trained" in managing themselves and their emotions on the field — it's a recognition that the new Indian we are so proud of needs to leashed!

The growth of the media has only compounded this "insecurity" and magnified "aggression". The rush for TRPs has triggered a proliferation of graphic descriptions of violent acts — often salacious, much like a low-brow murder mystery — which only subliminally spread a feeling of uncertainty. It may be facile to say that the media is giving people what they want — the real truth is that people may be natural voyeurs and enjoy it when given, but aren't really vicarious in nature — they don't seek to know gory details. "Positive" news turns the average viewer as much as "negative" news engages him. While such media coverage does help to raise the ante of the system and works towards bringing justice, it also has the other effect of spreading "paranoia" in society.

Economics is taking over society and culture. In the new world, companies are the new government, guiding society — shaping it with their products and messages. With their privatisation, the media too is another corporate. Businesses and brands need to be sensitive to the larger role they unconsciously play. We need to realise that though India has over 2,000 years of history and culture and 60 years of independence, we are a teenage country. A "doddering" old man of 44 was re-born as a child in 1991. We are like an average teenager coping with change — in our own circumstances and in a transformational world around us. Any social stimulus needs to be viewed in this context. Social influences, whether media editorial or advertising messages, need to evaluate whether they can play a more encouraging role rather than just a commercial one. Simultaneously, the situation provides brands — media or product — an opportunity to take on the role of advisors and guides that help people — consumers and citizens — cope with change and uncertainty.

In the recent IPL semi-final between Chennai Super Kings and Kings XI Punjab, Kumar Sangakarra walked because he thought he was out even though the umpire did not raise his finger. It was a great act of sportsmanship. Yet, there were enough youth who said Sangakarra was foolish; he should have played by the book rather than the spirit — there are other times he gets bad decisions, so this could have been his lucky moment.

The event by itself is small but is reflective of our times. Clearly, Indian culture and values, in the long term, will see society through this teenage tryst. However, social influencers need to be constantly aware of the impact of their actions on society today rather than fall back on the cushion of Indian cultural strengths that will see us through tomorrow. Maybe if the three ads quoted at the start of this piece are viewed with this filter, our perspective could change.

Something worth thinking about.

The views expressed are personal.

The author can be contacted at madhukar.sabnavis@ogilvy.com

Courtesy : Business Standard

The Terminal man

The time had arrived. She was there too among the huge gathering of people. The friends surrounding him were more in number than his family for he was a popular & lovable person amongst them. But for her, he meant something more than that. Everybody knew who she was, but not as much as he did. They had been together only for a month, but still it seemed as if they had spent their entire life together. But all that was insignificant now. What was more important was that, he was leaving her, why only her, he was leaving a whole bunch of his loved ones.

There were tears welling up in her eyes, but then he didn't want to see tears, not now. Mustering up the last of the resolute courage that was left within her, she put up a good battle against her own self. But then his eyes kept going back to her. She simply wanted to hug him tight and say that she would always be there for him. No! She couldn't do that. She got her answer from him soon. A smile and a bat of the eyelid, that said things more than words could have explained. That was all that he could manage and that was all she needed.

The moment had passed, the time had finally arrived........ the electronic voice on the loudspeaker cried out loud .....

"All the passengers to the flight Luftansa 330 are requested to proceed to the security check"

Final handshakes, hi-fives, pats on the back, hugs and soppy teary kisses and a final look at his sweetheart, he pushed his trolley and moved towards his new destination. A place totally new to him, a place void of his family, friends and of course his lovely sweetheart. Last minute handshakes were exchanged and she kept looking till he reached the point of no visibility.

Some wise soul once said - Time, tide and flights wait for none. How true !!

Unsung Glories...

six year old kid janani walked into her contemporary duplex house with a beatific smile on her face. The reason for the big grin was clenched tightly in her little fist. A cup testifying her first place in the singing competition held in her school. She walked in screaming- "Amma, ammaaaa, where are you?" Probably amma hadn't returned from office yet. She ran to the telephone and dialed the ten digit cell phone number. "The personyou are trying to call is currently not reachable" repeatedly uttered the electronic voice. Janani called up her father's office next - "Daddy, I won the first prize today" she exclaimed excitedly

"That's good darling, now I'm a little busy, we'll talk later baby"

She hung up with a long sigh took the cup upstairs to her disabled grandmother's room. Nandana never liked the room. It smelt of dettol and had the most dull and vapid interiors unlike the rest of the house.

But the moment Nandana walked in, her grandmother stretched her arms out and said - " I knew you'd win Nandu, I'm so proud of you my angel ! Will you sing once again for your grandmother?"

And the smile that was swept off from Nandana's face a few minutes back, lit up the entire room as she sang for her grandmother.

So much to do, and so less time ....

Of late i've been postponing lot of things including blogging, and continuing my hobby(robots). I've tried to start myself every now and then to get back to what i was back thenbut often failed to catch up my lost dreams....

Here in my blog after series of poems,fiction, Technology, economy and news, im sure you ppl must've felt a bit boring. I too have started feeling that I'm losing that personal touch with my blog. Of course im thinking of introducing the stories wchichwill be interjected at regular intervals. I've seem to have lost continuity with the string of events happening around me. My working life can't get any boring ! The 5 and half working days of the week seem to pass at the slowest pace ever possible. I never seem to be catching up on my sleep and the rate at which my activities after-office-hours are increasing, I'd probably be an insomniac at the end of this year!

I've wanted to involve myself in so many activities that interest me, but other activitiestake the major share of my time and leave me void of any time to spend in activities of mychoice.

I wish my hibernation gets over soon, I have a lot of things planned for all these years... Trepidation grabs me eventually.. too fast so I'll just have to patiently hang in here and keep a cool head as much like Dhoni..

However the countdown begins. Finally !