Obscured with clouds

The state of my affairs currently seem to be much like the photo shown above. Not sure if these clouds are going to still, pause and muse at my life or just pass on. Unsure of what the future holds for me, all I can do is just gaze at the beauty of the present.

Its quite common to see such a view of the sky. Shot this on our way to LasVegas from CA - Sep 2007.

Theory of Colors

Newton pierced his left eye, underneath his eye ball with a blunt needle. He had read Boyle's Experiments and Considerations Touching Colors and wanted to check how the instrument with which one observes colors, work. In this case, the human eye. He asked his master,Daniel (Newton was supposed to be Daniel's sizar) to hold an image at different distances from his eye. He made and noted down observations as he moved the needle up and down, distorting the shape of the perfectly spherical eye ball. The experiments were carried out all through the night. By dawn, Newton had been the one who knew more about the human eye than anyone else in the world.

An astronomer who did not understand his lenses would be a poor philosopher indeed. Am sure this applies to all those who are inventing something or embarking on some field of research.

This post is just a teaser. For a more enriching experience, go read.

Readings...

Invocation

State your intentions, Muse I know you are there.
Dead bards who pined for you have said
You're bright as a flame, but fickle as the air.
My pen and I, submerged in liquid shade
Much dark can spread, on days and over reams
But without you, no radiance can shed.
Why rustle in the dark, when fledged with fire ?
Craze the night with frails of light. Reave
Your turbid shroud. Bestow what I require.

But you're not in the dark. I do believe
I swim, like squid, in clouds of my own make,
To you,offensive. To us both, opaque.
What's constituted so, only a pen
Can penetrate. I have one herel let's go.

From Neal Stephenson's first volume of the Baroque Cycle.

Check this out if you have not read it. It's a great read.

Titbits

Learnt a few Afghani words from The Kiterunner

Tashakor: Thank You
Kastha: Tired
Zendagi Migzara : Life goes on
Dostet Darum: I love you

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How many timezones does China have ?
Inspite of being such a huge country, it apparently has only 1 timezone.

Dreams and Reality

After much deliberation, I've decided to have a blog of my own and keep it updated.

Today is V-day and has been quite hectic. Me being busy has got nothing to do with V-day.My first assignment submission, 2 classes and to make matters worse, I am down with severe cold, headache and throat irritation. Visted the clinic at the University.

I am strangely reminded of what I always wanted to do in life and how my life should ideally be. These thoughts have occurred, maybe because someone asked me if I really wanted to work, why did I quit my job and come here to study.

It really boils down to: what my life should be in an ideal scenario. No, its not easy life, travel and fun and a little bit of work..its not having a family and most definitely not having children and having loads of money.

I have always wanted to struggle(not to interpret this as wanting to be unsuccessful). My answer actually has been this:
Always on the move, a little bit tensed, doing more things that I can possibly imagine I can do, a little bit of perspiration....frantic calls from my stock broker reporting of a possible market crash..trying to check if the flowers that I had ordered reached my gf/wife or not...all this when I am rushing for a meeting where I need to present a business plan and not realizing this that I am already late.

I am not doing business, neither do I work for some corporate and nor did anyone call me, but I did experience most of it today...running around for some reason or the other..being busy all the time and truly, I've enjoyed the day thoroughly.

The essence of my being, has been struggle. It has never been struggle for survival. Its struggle to excel, to go beyond. I've always enjoyed it 'cos the fruits have always been fascinatingly sweet.

Well, now none of this answers my friends' question of why did I quit my job if I wanted to work again. I really have a lot to write, but will cut it short...will answer that later on..some other day, some other time.

The Kite Runner...almost done..another 50 pages or so left.
The flowers have reached my wife ,thanks to my friend who ordered it in blr.
Pops got transferred to Mysore.
Assignment1 of cs5233 submitted.

Those who do not have a mobile, are immobile.
- Confucious
So reads a poster in my college.