
Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion -- Democritus(460-370 BC)
February 28, 2006
Jack of all trades...

February 23, 2006
Stopping by Paris...

“The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
From Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.”
February 21, 2006
Sophisticated Diatom Language..

Zooming into the bloom: cell-to-cell signaling in the sea. (Illustration: Nivi Alroy) |
February 19, 2006
Window of the Soul?
Window of the Soul? No!..May be just Heart...
I guess the most amazing part of us, the humans is the camera, which does the live telecast of the heart, the eyes. Eyes are the only organ which undergoes least amount of changes(growth) after we are born, may be that's why it didn't pick up the fake cultural things, and speaks out the heart as it is and remain as naive as a child. But why did our brain and mouth lose this naivety, may as Einstein says "Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts". But what stops us from following our heart? The mass around us, in the name of friends, family, country and culture? Is this majority won over our cute, naive, lonely heart? But when we want our life to be more greener and adventurous,yes.. ofcourse...sometimes more thorny too, we should have the courage to travel in the road which travelled by less and just keep following our heart!
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
I took the one less traveled by, | |
And that has made all the difference |
Now this is the story I tell myself when I feel extremely lonely and left alone...so this post is dedicated to all those lonely hearts ;-) But if you don't believe what I was talking about the eyes.. check these portraits of a great photographer Steve Mc Curry, Each eyes will tell you the story of their heart. Can you read it? Also, there is one young photographer in Paris, started taking my portraits, so, soon in this blog, you can also read the story of my heart ;-)
February 15, 2006
Story of Us!

PS: Image Source
February 14, 2006
Love...Philosophy with Fur!

February 11, 2006
My Portrait...


February 09, 2006
Sit Back and Relax!

February 08, 2006
Meet Micha...

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
My friend Ahamar gave a beautiful definition for poetry!
“Poetry is a manifestation of personal thought and mood put forward by profound and powerful words that is often an outcome of the poet’s emotions and feelings transformed through words. Good poetry is not weaved or made up, it’s like love, it is not made to please or impress anyone, the moment it is it becomes synthetic and commercial”.
I love the comparison of ‘Poetry’ and ‘Love', two beautiful manifestation of emotion,which can stand the tough test of time. If you have taken a road, not traveled by many and often feel lost in a foreign land, then all you need is lucky enough to have good friends around! Touch wood. I am lucky!
February 07, 2006
Rendez-vous with Technology…

February 06, 2006
Invictus..
My current project for my thesis is to study the Diatoms under different stresses, like the nutrient limitation etc. It’s amazing to see how these single celled organisms handle stress so beautifully, by switching on and off different genes. Most of the single cell organisms make a thick wall around itself to escape from extreme stressed conditions, thus they conquer the unfavorable conditions, but once they see the ‘happy’ environment, they break over the wall around them and go back to the tender, ‘happy’ state.
Part of the story is true with us, humans too. Right? Various stresses we face, make us strong and tough, but do we return back to the tender, happy state? Most of the time we get stuck with this victories condition, declaring ourselves as ‘Invictus’ (Unconquered).
Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Yeah! This Poem Invictus by William Henley (1875) was quoted by Timothy, just before his execution. Invictus, a beautiful poem, the first two lines of each stanza talks about the ‘unfavorable’ condition which we come across, and the following two lines says how tough the poet was, to overcome to these ‘unfavorable’ conditions. But do we ever go back to the tender, innocent childhood in the happy stress free ‘environment’? Unlike the diatoms, we start hiding inside the dormant, thick walled tough state of a 'hardened person', calling ourselves, the Invictus , yet prejudiced and insensitive to the ‘happy’ environment… Lets these diatoms redefine the term ‘Invictus’!
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