Update!!!!!!! --> Things i am doing this week

This is a filler post, just to show that i am alive :p . So kindly bear with me...... Things I have been doing this week

1. Started Running Regularly on Cromwell Field.
2. Got a Job and thrown out of it the same day (because of reasons beyond my control)
3. Have a midterm exam this week and i discovered that i still hate exams...
4. Wanted to post something on hope and the Indian Farmer.... posted Shaggy instead.
5. Got an idea for a startup and started documenting it.
6. Life is beautiful
7. This is my 100th post!!!!!!!

More next week ;-) --Laks

Hope --Shaggy

I remember, wasn't so long ago We had a one room shack and the livin' was low And my mama by herself raised me and my bro Wasn't easy but she did it with the little that flowed Worked hard got us off to school everyday And kept her eyes on the stars when the skies were gray Gave us pride to survive, really showed us the way Now I really understood what she was tryin' to say

She said, "Son there I'll be times when the tides are high And the boat may be rocky, you can cry Just never give up And you can never give up,"

In this life you can lead if you only believe And in order to achieve what you need You can never give up You can never give up

And this hope That keeps me holding on On and on And this hope That makes me carry on On and on

..............., couldn't have made it alone I got a wonderful life, two kids on my own With a strong foundation that was carved in stone And my mama for the love that made my house a home Made me wonder some time if this was meant to be All this for a humble little guy like me And all I ever really wanted was a family To teach my kids the same value that she gave to me

She said, Son there'll be times when the tides are high And the boat may be rocky, you can cry Just never give up You can never give up

In this life you can lead if you only believe And in order to achieve what you need You can never give up You can never give up

And this hope That keeps me holding on And on And this hope That makes me carry on On and on

Me nah gonna stepper, things are for better Never let yourself be overcome by oh!!! you are better Cool ya me better, have faith instead a Sit down and a watch and all ya fight one another Blaze like fire, regard no retire God nah sleep and at him I will inspire We have a atire, that we require We have to make a mark before the time is gone

And this hope That keep me holding on And on And this hope That makes me carry on On and on

And this hope That keep me holding on And on And this hope That makes me carry on On and on

There's hope, yeah Hope keeps it alive, Hope keeps it alive, And it strikes an iron, Hope keeps it alive, yeah, Hope keeps it alive, yeah Only the strong survive, yeah Keep it carry on, keep it carry on, yeah I'll keep it carry on, yeah I gotta carry on, gotta carry on and be strong

And this hope That keep me holding on And on And this hope That makes me carry on On and on

Hurray!!!!!

I am all over the Cromwell Field running on the olympic quality track (for the first time in my life). check it out here Cromwell i could see a few acclaimed marathoners running beside me too.. they were running for an awful long time. I ran for around 3 rounds... and then speed walked for around 4 rounds and then walked for around 3. It was just amazing!!!

This is good

I came accross some good forward today.. i usually do not post forwards but this one's just too much here we go

An engineer, an experimental physicist, a theoretical physicist, and a philosopher were hiking through the hills of Scotland. Cresting the top of one hill, they see, on top of the next, a black sheep. The engineer says: "What do you know, the sheep in Scotland are black." "Well, *some* of the sheep in Scotland are black," replies the experimental physicist. The theoretical physicist considers this for a moment and says "Well, at least one of the sheep in Scotland is black." "Well," the philosopher responds, "on one side, anyway."

Give me liberty or give me death

This speech is what we have to learn.... by hearts... and keep it by our heart for all the fight.

"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!"

click on here to read the whole speech by Patrick Henry.

Feeling lonely? In search of Dagny Taggart

This is something about me which i really did not want to put up here.... but well what the heck.. this is my space(or so i think). This is nothing other than Just for your information material. So kindly ignore it if u feel like. This contains my view on love and friendship. This is the part of the e-mail that I recieved from one of my friends a few days ago:

Hey laks, I have been seeing your Blogs abt Love .. What has happened to u? Have u gone crazy? You should love only two things ur passion/Innovation and India. I can smell whats going on .. Focus on ur job, write on what u have observed, ur experiences etc so that we can gain from it. Remember u have a following, who want to know abt ur experiences. Hope u take it in right spirit

Well i took it in the right spirit allright... and went for a small analysis of what exactly i was searching for. Needless to say that my friend was right about me. There is a BAD news and a GOOD news to be announced today. I am in love, that is the bad news for all of you. The good news is this: Its with a charector in a book. Her name is Dagny Taggart, she comes from the book Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. ( WARNING If u read the contents of the link the plot of the story gets spoiled... if u are interested in reading the book get it from amazon and read.. they are one of the best books written) My state and my philosophy can be contained in three quotes from the book The Fountainhead also from the same Author. It goes something like this

Every loneliness is a pinnacle.

The only thing that matters, my goal, my reward, my beginning, my end is the work itself. My work, done my way.

Nothing can be reasonable or beautiful unless it's made by one central idea, and the idea sets every detail. A building is alive, like a man. Its integrity is to follow its own truth, its one single theme, and to serve its own single purpose...

My philosophy is simple. My passion is the passion to produce. The passion to create. It is this happiness through creativity that gives me joy, because i love to create what i want to create. The basis for the philosophy is that ratiocination is the only way a man can live and that his nature is to seek happiness from what he creates. The question that i ask myself is not "To be or not to be?" it is "To think or not to think?". The people whom I love are the people who have the integrity and depth of understanding my cause. These are the only people whom I can relate with. They are my only friends. To me love and friendship kinda mean the same thing. I think friends are united in the values that they hold. They may be doing lot of things, and they may be a hell lot different from each other, but what gels them together? The answer, i suppose, is only one simple thing :Values. A person of strong charector won't copromise on the ethical values that he holds. He will do justice to them. Come what may. An emotionally mature individual gets emotional for only the right reasons. He gets sad when he has a reason to get sad. Gets happy when he has a reason to get happy. Cries when he has a reason to cry. Sadness, happiness, anger and any other emotion is a not a sign of weakness.. its a sign of a mentally healthy individual. An individual of perfect mental health would get the right kind of emotions for the right kind of situations. Wanting a shoulder to cry on(or someone to love) is therefore a personal choice, it does not make u weak or strong by any comparison. A friend is a person who understands ur cause, and ur means to achieve the cause. One who understands and appreciates the fire in you, one who appreciates that you are fighting for the cause with the same weapon as she/he is... i.e. Rationality. She/he is the one who can relate to your values completely, she/he can understand what you say and more importantly what u can't say. Such a friendship will last for a lifetime. Coz what she/he likes is something that will never die out in you. It will be there till u end. And till that time she/he will be your friend. Same is the case with love i guess. If u love another person's reason and cause. And also love the way she goes about it. love the fire in her. then that love will last a lifetime.. the last thing that it will depend upon is looks, which are temporary. When u ask for a shoulder to be lent in order to rest on and cry, ur real friends will willingly do so.. coz they know what you are fighting for... coz they know what struggle is.... coz they know what integrity means... and more than anything they know that u are crying, because there is some reason for u to cry. The strongest friendships are forged between those men/women whose integrity knows no bounds. The men/women of steel.. like Dagny and Roark. They may chose to cry on another friends shoulder, but it does nothing to their integrity. They are strong and if they cry for the right reasons.. i would say that they are emotionally strong as well. This is the summary of my justified true beliefs on friendship and love. now we come to my predicament. The Problem in me Now here is my problem... I am feeling lonely because i have not found even a SINGLE woman who is worth enough to be recognized as a friend yet. I am at a pinnacle of my philosophical beliefs, there is no companion to look to, and talk eye to eye. There is not a single woman whom I have met who understands what i live for, and who i can relate to completely... Its soo lonely up here... I NEED SOME COMPANY. ;-)) Until I find her I am happy being alone!!!!!!! But its ok even if dont get her in my whole life.... life goes on :-)) i can always be happy by following my passion

What a fuck up

Just have a look at the BBC country profile of India. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/country_profiles/1154019.stm It shows the "in-depth" knowledge of BBC in covering India. And also shows how fucking hollow they are in commanding respect in the matters of terrorism(anywehere) and the likes. BBC go to fucking hell!!!!!!!!!!

Why a socialist philosophy fails -- 1

I had earlier talked about objective and subjective philosophies especially in this post and this post which criticizes Gandhian philosophy. An objective philosophy is one which does not assume the existence of others as primary. It views all the assumptions as primary to an individual. The values do not depend upon the existence or the non existence of other people. Whereas the subjective one is different, it assumes the presence of other individuals. It assumes the quailty/behaviour of others as more primary than that of an individual. There is an axiomatic contradiction here. Before defining your philosophical values you must define the other individuals philosophical values. If he is also of the same philosophy then his philosophical values can be laid down only when yours are. So its a dead lock. the best example is Gandhi again :

Intolerance is itself a form of violence and an obstacle to the growth of a true democratic spirit.

Tolerance ASSUMES other individuals. It also ASSUMES that other individuals will do stuff that will corrode you. The funny thing is that it is not universal. U cannot apply it to yourself. For example, according to the philosophy, you should tolerate yourself. Which gives u the right to be intolerant to others. Because u can tolerate your intolerance towards others. That itself contradicts the purpose of the definition there. Any subjective philosophy fails... because it is a contradiction. Socialism is a subjective extreme. Which is defined in Wikipedia as Follows:

Socialism is an ideology with the core belief that a society should exist in which popular collectives control the means of power, and therefore the means of production.

In simple words: if u produce something then it is controlled by other individuals. The question is who controls them.. answer:still other individuals. Question who controls still other individuals, answer: still still other individuals....etc etc. This is called (Virtuoso)Infinite Regression. It shows that some concept is flawed somewhere. Infact i am closee to proving that socialism is close to theft.That would be for a later post. ~~~~~~~~~~To be COntinued~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Here is something interesting

Gaza Pull out Now WHY in the world should they burn the synagogues????? Does it symbolize anything.

Secularism

Subtle face of the great indian political Stupidity -- the F***ing Secularism

 

Read it here

 

http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=77518

Long Way Around

This is a song that i love by the artist Eagle Eye Cherry

You say what you say And pray that one day You'll be seen between the shadows Now, that's a waste of your pain Living your life like a saint When it don't, no, it don't even matter Even saints Make their mistakes Letting their dreams fall and break Oh, it feels like living in sunshine With the shades pulled down Now I want you to see How good life can be You can turn it around Better your life with the good times found People will always take the long way around Before you know it you'll be lost and found Living in the sunshine with the shades pulled down People will always take the long way around I'm not afraid of pride When it's for the right side Don't betray what I believe in Stand where you must stand And I'll believe when I can Because I'm telling you now I've been where you're living Will tomorrow keep it's promise No one here can say The past is all behind us All we have is today And all we have is today People will always take the long way around Before you know it you'll be lost and found Living in the sunshine with the shades pulled down People will always take the long way around

Here is another one

Falling In Love Again Well I’m so tired Of falling in love Finding it easier to fall out You can’t deny it I feel it inside Cupid’s fire I can’t hide But I’m falling in love again Ain’t nothing I can do Falling in love again Girl this time it’s with you When I fall It’s always the same And I’m so tired Of playing this game It’s been so long now Since I gave up my heart I’ve kept it locked down I don’t wanna get it harmed So let me tell you now I just want to be sure That you won’t hurt me Can you promise me that Because I’m falling in love again Ain’t nothing I can do Falling in love again Girl this time it’s with you When I fall It’s always the same And I’m so tired Of playing this game You got to tell me If you’re going to break my heart ‘Cos I don’t wanna take the chance And if it ain’t true All it’s gonna be Is nothing but a poor romance So give me that promise to hold on And I’ll never let you go We gotta have something to go on Or I’m letting you know now I’m falling in love again Ain’t nothing I can do Falling in love again Girl this time it’s with you When I fall It’s always the same And I’m so tired Of playing this game Falling in love again (repeat)

Creative writing.

This is my first attempt to write something... creatively :-) (its a bit emotional though.... i dont write like this.... but today.. its different.. read on to find the difference) So here we go: Not very long ago there was a husband and a wife living happily. The wife was very happy with the husband. He was all that she wanted. A nice and handsome guy who never used to hiss at anything, someone who could cool her down when she felt angry, someone who could always understand what she felt, someone who she just felt at home with. He also remained very cool when she used to get really angry. She knew for sure that no other man in the world would do that for her. The husband was indeed a very mature man. He was a very successful businessman. He was known to be a very jovial and sociable kind of person. He never used to miss an opportunity to say how great he felt about his wife, and how great a partner she had become of his life. He always took the camaraderie between them as a powerful force that bonded them. Five years into their marriage the husband had developed a peculiar hobby. He used to chisel out small pieces of wood and try to make some form of a sculpture out of it. When his wife asked him why he did so, he told her that it was something he always wanted to do. After 10 years of the marriage by his sculptures became more and more sophisticated. They became work of art that any artist would be proud to produce.Meanwhile the wife became more and more aggressive,she used to get more and more angry and most of the times for no reason. He used to calm her down. He used to give her one of his sculptures as a gift on which he used to write

"When You Get Angry Do Something Creative"

Years flew by. There were many changes in the family, they were four instead of two. They had fun all the way. However, the wife had developed medical conditions due to anger. She used to be hospitalized for stress treatment and doctors told her that her chances of getting a stroke had doubled. The gifts from the husband also used to come by. She started to enjoy her husband's art. It used to soothe her out from the anger into a state of being loved. She loved those sculptures, which had become the work of a Master craftsman by then. The husband became a great business man. He was always the same man. He never used to change and never used to get angry at anything. People used to wonder about his 'coolness'. In course of time the wife's character changed, whenever she used to get angry she used to ask her husband to make her a sculpture. He used to ask her what made her angry, and then used to work on a sculpture. After three or four anger episodes she used to have a beautiful sculpture. Which she used to keep in her private museum. Which always used to make her calm down and iron the stress out of her. They went on for 50 long years. The wife had build a big museum by then and the husband was a well known artist apart from being a good businessman. On the 51st year the husband died. The wife was devastated. Along with other thing he had left her a letter titled "Confessions". She started reading the letter in trembling hands. It read:

My confessions

Dear Wife, I love you. More than any gift that I could give you in my life, I have given you my friendship and my time and the same I got back from you. I am proud that we have come this long and this far in our life. We lead beautiful lives. However, I have a confession to make. Wooden art was something that I wanted to do all my life. Eventhough I loved to do business, wood craft was a parellel hobby. I had forgotten all about it during my student life, It never really occured to me as a hobby even after I graduated, got married and started a business. In the first years of our marriage I used to get angry at you, at my business and all the things that were affecting me at that time. There was no end to the miseries at that time, my business was not doing well, we were having tensions andI was having problems with my business partners. Those were the most miserable years of my life. One day I decided to finish everything. To leave you and to end the business. That evening I was driving home on the freeway and due to my disturbed mind I took the wrong turn. I got angry at myself for not thinking about driving. I was completely lost and decided to ask someone about the way. I stopped infront of a house. A lady was gardening. I asked her the way back. While she was telling me the way to return, I saw a kid neaby who was trying to make something out of wood. It was something like a wooden doll. He was trying to fix one piece to another. I felt a jolt of joy. I saw innocence in his eyes. His proud mind trying to piece the things out. i envied him for the happiness that he was deriving out of it. The return journey to our home was a return to innocence for me. I had found the solution to my anger. I found something that would allow me to return to my childhood days. I found something apart from my business which I could find unadulterated and innocent joy in. I found a vent to my uncontrollable anger. The next time I got angry I used to start working on some sculpture. i would divert all my anger into some expression in the sculpture. To me the sculpture was a means to get back my childhood and also a means to which I can change my anger into creativity. Whenever You used to get angry I used to give u on of my creations with my message on it. I am glad that it served the purpose and you found joy in it. Now even after I am gone, you have a big museum where you can remember the product of our love, or rather our product of love distilled from our anger. I hope you shall pardon me for this small fact I had kept from you. Your loving husband.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~EnD~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Now u know why i am writing this CREATIVE peice of stuff!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM angry!!!!!

So... whats up

Well heres whats up.... 1) I found out what is meant by love finally. 2) I tell everyone that i am searching for a job... but in reality i am getting lazy and not doing so... and i am feeling bad and angry at me for that matter. 3) i am kinda started liking education again... the pressures the goof ups and all that crap... all over again. 4) I am being thaught by a professor whose books i had referred during my undergraduate. U can check hin out at his WEBPAGE So thats whats up!!!!!