Make your mistakes

How few there are who have courage enough to own their faults, or resolution enough to mend them.
I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You're doing things you've never done before, and more importantly, you're Doing Something.

So that's my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody's ever made before. Don't freeze, don't stop, don't worry that it isn't good enough, or it isn't perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you're scared of doing, Do it.
Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

- Neil Gaiman

Three thousand kilometres

Adi looked sideways in slight disgust upon being summoned by his childhood nickname. The first thing he saw were the hazel eyes
Adi’s eyes grew wide as his eardrums were hit by these words. “300 kilometres?” he asked himself. It wasn’t the intangible weight of the words that hit him hard, but the very tangible distance of the journey he was about to take that made his round face look swollen. He tried to eavesdrop on people’s conversations half expecting that the number was incorrect. To his utter dismay, the number he had overheard was correct to its very last numeral. Did they even know how long 300 kilometres is, he wondered. Did they know that it would take eight hours for the bus to cover the distance? No, eight hours and 20 minutes, he corrected himself after some swift calculation.

Adi then contemplated his hasty decision to take a road trip, to hop in any bus he could spot and ride along on a journey that could take him anywhere. He knew it was very unlike him to act in haste when all his life he had calculated everything meticulously. Even as a child, he had followed dragonflies with such pertinence that had defied even the most calculative insects’ tactics. And when all of his friends would be still be aimlessly chasing the zig-zag curves made by dragonflies in flight, he would have a bottle full of bright yellow and brown and red. Although the bottle and the buzz of dragonflies had long been replaced with piles of papers and theories of atomic physics, the meticulous pertinence had stayed with him.

Flirting with fractions

One-eighth of me, or maybe a tenth, is acutely aware of the approximately 22 inches that separate your shoulder and mine. One casual shift later, I'm four inches closer. I can always just blame it on your magnetic force pulling me in.

One or two-fifths of me is analyzing your body language subtly. Have you inched closer to me, or is it just my wishful imagination? Oh I'm simply an academically inclined girl, dull next to your golden shine. The odds are not in my favour. Or maybe just a tenth of it is.

At least one-fourth of me is wishing something would happen already. There's a fair probability that all this waiting will amount to nothing. Is this all just a waste of time? I wonder. I hesitate to hypothesize.

A good third of me is now close to hyperventilating. Your arm is brushing mine. Either you moved closer or I did. It could be both. It better be. Only I don’t want to come up as desperate.

An eventful day

Rajiv and I were of a similar age and both of us had not faced a situation such as this one before. Yet, I could understand how he might have been feeling. Choosing to stay silent, I ambled to kitchen and boiled water for tea.
I was in the garden basking in the winter sun when I saw Rajiv barge in, his countenance giving an impression that suggested he was furious. He slammed the door before disappearing inside the house. I tried to think of what might have happened to upset him at this time in the morning. But my ruminations could not persist for long as I went back to enjoying the sun soon after, especially now that it was getting warmer with each passing minute. A while later though, I decided to go inside and check what was the matter with Rajiv, my friend and my roommate for the last few years.

“What is the matter?” I asked.
He was still fuming. He did not say a word and kept looking down at the floor.

“What is with you?” I continued to ask, intrigued by the sudden burst of anger, and started to flip through a daily newspaper, left a while ago by a local distributor.

“My mother is getting married,” he said after a brief hiatus. The confession nearly shocked me as I diverted my attention to Rajiv. I couldn’t think of any right, proper words I could use at the precise moment to communicate with him, and hence waited for Rajiv to resume the talk.

Santa Claus: 7 wild facets of the jolly man in red

1. Santa Claus was a real person…well, kind of. The Santa Claus we know today is loosely based on the real St. Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, who was born around the year 270 A.D. St. Nicholas developed a reputation for helping the poor, and particularly impoverished children. Legend has it that small children would leave their shoes out so that St. Nicholas would leave treats and coins in them. However, some sources say that St. Nicholas also had a reputation for being a bit rowdy and was even known for having struck another bishop at one time. Today St. Nicholas, the predecessor to our modern day Santa Claus, is recognized by the Catholic Church as the patron saint of children, thieves, students, butchery, sailors, merchants and pawnbrokers among others. The diversity of his patron sainthood appears to also reflect the diversity of his real life reputation. He is one of the most depicted of the recognized saints, second only to Mary.

2. Santa Claus was a bachelor until the late 19th century. The first mention of a spouse for Santa is believed to have been in a short story titled A Christmas Legend by James Rees in 1849. Perhaps if Santa Claus had remained a bachelor, there would be even more than seven wild facts to report about the jolly man in red.

10 life lessons from How I Met Your Mother

In case you didn't catch the lessons this show teaches because you were too busy laughing, here are 10 life lessons from How I Met Your Mother!

1. IF IT’S MEANT TO BE, IT WILL BE

#1 of all the life lessons that anyone can take away from How I Met Your Mother is if it's meant to be, it will be. Throughout the show, Ted is constantly searching for the love of his life so he can get married. As it turns out, after eight seasons, Ted still isn't even close to being married. Thus we learn the age old lesson of it's it meant to be, it will be. You shouldn't go looking for love, love is supposed to find you.

2. LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIPS HARDLY EVER WORK

Please note that this life lesson is titled Long Distance Relationships HARDLY Ever Work because sometimes they do. However, my personal experience and HIMYM both prove that it is very rare that they work out especially if over a long period of time. In the first season, Ted is dating Victoria who gets offered a fellowship at a culinary institute in Germany. At the airport, Ted and Victoria decide to give long distance a try, both saying that it will work. However, Future Ted tells his kids that it didn't, and that long-distance relationships hardly ever work. In the next episode we learn that Ted hates having to be on the phone all the time and is running out of things to talk about with Victoria. The next life lesson will let you know how the long distance relationship ended.

3. NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS AFTER 2 A.M

This is definitely one of my favorite life lessons that I've learned from HIMYM because I've found it to be so true in my life. In the first season, Ted is in a long distance relationship with Victoria which he feels is starting to fall apart. Meanwhile, Robin finally realizes her feelings for Ted and invites him over after 2 a.m. to "make juice". Trying to decide what to do, Ted remembers a saying his mother used to have: "Nothing good happens after 2 a.m." Believing that Victoria was going to be breaking up with him anyway, Ted goes over to Robin's apartment. When Ted arrives at Robin's apartment, he lies about breaking up with Victoria and they begin kissing. However, when Ted excuses himself to go to the bathroom to secretly call Victoria, he realizes he has Robin's phone and Robin has answered his phone when Victoria calls. Furious that Ted lied to her about them having broken up, Robin gives him his phone telling him to call Victoria back. Future Ted reminds his kids that nothing good happens after 2 a.m. and inevitably loses both Robin and Victoria in one night.

4. THINGS YOU MAY NOT HAVE LIKED BEFORE MAY NOT BE THAT BAD LATER ON

In season one, Ted finds an old shirt he owned for six years but had never previously liked and realizes he now likes it. He later discovers that he likes Bourbon, which he thought he hated. Realizing that his tastes have changed, he decides to reconsider girls he has previously dated but did not seem right at the time. This is definitely a life lesson everyone can relate to. I used to hate eating mushrooms and now I love them! Also, people I used to know from high school and had no interest in being friends with back then, I now talk to on a regular basis.

What is Affluenza, anyway?

Simply put, affluenza is a harmful or unbalanced relationship with money or its pursuit. Clinically, affluenza in the individual is the collective addictions, character flaws, psychological wounds, neurosis and behavioral disorders caused or exacerbated by the presence of or desire for wealth.

Globally affluenza is a back up of the flow of money, resulting in a polarization of classes, and loss of economic and emotional balance. The Affluenza Project was established to further awareness and understanding of affluenza, its symptoms and solutions in individuals, organizations and globally.

What are the symptoms of affluenza?

In individuals, symptoms of affluenza can include: workaholism; an addiction to chaos; low self-esteem; depression; a loss of future motivation; an inability to delay gratification or tolerate frustration; a false sense of entitlement. Affluenza is frequently accompanied by all manners of addictive/compulsive behaviors. We can see the symptoms of affluenza throughout our culture:in those around us who have wealth; in those who are pursuing wealth; and in varying degrees within ourselves. One of the major causes of climate change, loss of biodiversity and the "legacy" we threaten to leave our children and grandchildren, is affluenza.

What causes affluenza?

The assumption that money can, should and does buy happiness -- what I call the myth of the American dream. As a nation, we have developed the false sense of entitlement as well as an inability to delay gratification, which is characteristic of affluenza. Far from guaranteeing happiness, wealth or the single-minded pursuit of it can destroy happiness, or -- at the least -- exacerbate existing problems. The psychological dynamics of affluenza are more complex, and more harmful, than one popularized definition of affluenza as merely "a rich person's disease." People across all socio-economic levels buy into the overriding value within our culture that money solves all problems, thus denial of money-related difficulties is supported by society. Many sufferers of affluenza hesitate to seek help.

What about a treatment and cure?

Affluenza can be successfully treated. The most important step is the first one -- to bring the condition out of hiding, to name it, to de-mystify it. With insight, we can begin to create more balanced expectations and employ money in more appropriate ways. The process involves awareness, education and change. With personal insight into the potentially crippling effects that money, or its blind pursuit, can have on every aspect of our lives -- professionally and personally. As business owners and employees we can learn how to create emotional balance around financial matters in the work environment resulting in a more successful business--and most importantly--a more balanced and successful lifestyle. The definition of success is much broader than the financial bottom line.

Cute things kids do and say

I have a black thumb when it comes to flowers but I had managed to succeed in having one lone flower in our backyard. While I was observing it , my little toddler was with me. So I said, "Now, Patti, don't pick that flower or it won't grow big". I went back inside and soon Patti came in with my flower! When I asked her why she picked my flower she replied, "But Mommie, it was not growing it was just standing there".
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My sister shared something her little toddler said while flying for the first time. Her daughter was looking out the window and asked, "Mommie, why are we flying upside down?" (they were flying above a layer of clouds.)
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Another story I heard years ago..It seems the father had buried a pet cat in the backyard. He told his young child that this way it could go to Heaven and be with Jesus. It seems the child got curious one day and dug it up.. then came running into the house yelling, "DADDIE! DADDIE! Our cat couldn't go to Heaven!"
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My son David, when he was about 4, wanted a garden. I helped him plant a few radishes under my kitchen window. They hadn't seemed to grow properly and I wondered why. Then one morning I heard David talking to his little friend. He was telling the boy about his radishes. I decided to join them and while I was walking towards them I saw David pull out a radish and say, "See my radish?". He then put it back in the ground.
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When my little Patti was about 2 or so, she was playing in our fenced backyard. I was in the basement washing with the door to the backyard open so I could hear my little girl. I noticed she started talking to herself a bit. "Num Num", she said. I knew she had nothing to eat so I quickly ran to her. She held out her hand and repeated.."Num Num" To my horror in her hand was the remains of a baby bird which must have fallen from the nest!! I grabbed Patti and ran for the house, trying to get what was in her mouth outside, while I was running. I was a young mother and scared to death of what just took place.

I quickly called the doctor. "PATTI ATE A BIRD!", I sobbed out. To my horror the doctor started laughing hysterically? When he could finally gain control of himself he said, "Give her a glass of water to wash it down"...then started laughing again.

For the membership badge

Tap tap, tap-tap-tap.
Mr Bajaj used to assign to us an elegant timing that defined a special breed of clap. “It’s called the scout’s punch clap,” he would say. “When times aren’t in your favour, when you need someone to cover your back, go for punch claps. Remember, if you clap this way, help will arrive in no time.”

On the first bench in class, I wondered what kind of ‘help’ he meant. Still, I clapped. I sang scout songs to the beat. I danced. I coiled ropes. I volunteered. I became a scout. All of us did. Because initially, everyone had been interested in attending his classes. With time, however, the interest waned sharply.

Scouting was funny business. It could be interesting and intimidating, both at the same time. Interesting, because outdoorsy events are always fun to learn. Intimidating and funny, because while Baden Powel had received countless medals of honour, we mostly earned cuts and bruises; one or two proficiency badges at most. Those and a copper woggle to insert the two tips of our rolled scarves in.

And in that duration, I was nearly murdered on a commando bridge. Our instructor had mentioned the rope could carry only one ropewalker at a time. It was tied with reef knots between two trees, and once you were on it, you were 20 feet in the air. When my turn came, Mr Bajaj realised—all of a sudden—that reef knots weren’t reliable at all. He untied the rope first and then tied a thief knot in its place. “You’re next. Be prepared,” he pointed at me.

The moment I put my boots on that rope, the world went kaput. I felt like a turbulent aeroplane in dog fight. The next thing I remember is lying on a hospital bed. They had pierced me with stainless steel needles at so many different points and angles that I felt like pincushion in many ways. A nurse came in every three hours or so to inject vials of pain killers which never relieved any pain. Mr Bajaj’s confusion between the reef knot and the thief knot had left me crippled for two months.

Wherever you are

I usually try to imagine you are dead. After trying many settings, I settled on having you inside a crypt. But crypts seem so cold. I used to tell myself that the cold protects you by dissolving whatever comes from outside the crypt’s space. Whatever comes from outside must be what made you go away. 

You caused me to worry very early on because you believed too easily in all things strange. You used to religiously save all your pencils’ shavings after every sharpening. When Ma wasn’t looking, you’d pour your milk into your already emptied toomlet and before heading out to school, you’d pour it into a steel glass and mix the milk with the shavings. Every evening, when we returned from school you’d check the glass to see if the mix inside had turned into an eraser. Every evening you’d only find soggy shavings and rancid milk. But you said the day would come.

I once imagined a crypt that had a fur-covered floor and you had been laid on that floor with a furry blanket atop you: large enough that your stiff toes did not show. But who would you have had to place the blanket over you? And sometimes I fear that only I would take care to make sure that your toes were all in.

You were never the religious type growing up. You used to say that the message is always screwed up by the presentation. When we’d watch the Mahabharata episodes, you’d say all that gold and glitter made the characters seem so done up that the bling scrambled your brain and you couldn’t understand the dialogues. You used to say every holy character on TV had such sanctimonious tones as if they ate only honey and the honey remained honey when it exited their body. You used to think sadhus could only know relative truths-small truths that helped them untangle whatever neuroses they’d built up over their lives. I want to repeat this opinion of yours to Ma whenever yet another acquaintance tells her that you are in Haridwar, Benaras, Gosaikunda, Ladakh, living in a secluded ashram.

Nepali Kids vs. American Kids

American kids need to step it up. Seriously.
Kyle and I stayed at an NGO called EduVision in Hetauda, Nepal for a little over a month, and while we didn't completely immerse ourselves in Nepali culture and become one with the people, we DID have the opportunity to get to know about 30 Nepali kids between the ages of 12 and 18 while we were there. And these kids rocked. How, exactly? Here's a list with just a few examples:

1. Favorite Food

I asked a lot of the kids what their favorite food was, and the general consensus was a mango. Not Sour Patch Kids, or Doritos, or MacDonald's french fries, or corn dogs. But a fruit. They like this fruit so much that if you take a hike somewhere and there happens to be a mango tree along the way, they'll stop for a good 30 minutes trying to knock down as many mangoes as they can carry home. Ripe or not, any mango is a delicacy as far as these kids are concerned. If you asked American kids of the same age if they would consider any fruit as a favorite food, they'd most likely make a disgusted face and go back to eating Oreos and diabetes.

2. Favorite Hobbies

An interesting trend that's currently all over Nepal (and the rest of Asia) is to wear Angry Birds clothing. Guys, girls, children, adults- you see it on everyone. For the one or two people unfamiliar with Angry Birds, it's a video game available on just about any touch screen mobile device that allows you to use your finger to launch little cartoon birds at green pigs housed in collapsible forts. The game has become so successful that it's taken the entire world by storm, generating millions of dollars in game sales, merchandizing, clothing lines, and even a few sequels. And the best part about it is that in Nepal, nobody knows what the hell the game is. When I questioned one of the girls on the Angry Birds picture on her shirt, the conversation went like this:

Me (pointing to her shirt): Sabita, you like Angry Birds?
Sabita: Yes, it is an Angry Bird! I love.
Me: Yeah, but what about the game 'Angry Birds'? Are you any good at the video game?
Sabita (confused): Video... game?

My point here is that along with being the hapless victims of global marketing and merchandizing, Nepali kids don't know what video games are. Or they just don't play them. Television is occasionally found in a household, but it's not common. And the internet is something that's about as easy to locate as the Himalayan Yeti. (It's there, just impossible to find.)

20 intriguing facts about Love

1. When a person falls in love, the ventral segmental area in the brain floods the caudate nucleus with dopamine. The caudate then signals for more dopamine; the more dopamine, the higher a person feels. The same system becomes activated when someone takes cocaine.

2. When someone looks at a new love, the neural circuits that are usually associated with social judgment are suppressed.

3. A four-leaf clover is often considered good luck, but it is also part of an Irish love ritual. In some parts of Ireland, if a woman eats a four-leaf clover while thinking about a man, supposedly he will fall in love with her.

4. Studies show that if a man meets a woman in a dangerous situation (and vice versa), such as on a trembling bridge, he is more likely to fall in love with her than if he met her in a more mundane setting, such as in an office.

5. Women around the world are more likely to fall in love with partners with ambition, education, wealth, respect, status, a sense of humor, and who are taller than they are.

6. The longer and more deliberate a courtship, the better the prospects for a long marriage. People who have intense, Hollywood-type romances at the beginning are more likely to divorce.

7. Women often feel loved when talking face to face with their partner; men, on the other hand, often feel emotionally close when they work, play, or talk side by side.

8. Historically, sweat has been an active ingredient in perfume and love potions.

9. The Mexican chief Montezuma considered chocolate a “love drug” and drank 50 cups of chocolate a day before visiting his harem of 600 women.

Nelson Mandela's most remarkable speech

At age 45, on April 20, 1964, Nelson Mandela gave the most remarkable speech concerning anti-Apartheid movement.

What began as a statement by an accused prison became, over the 29 minutes it took Mandela to deliver it, his best known and most important speech. It was a recounting of his story up to that point, an expression of his views and a morally forceful argument on behalf of his cause.

I am the First Accused.

I hold a Bachelor's Degree in Arts and practised as an attorney in Johannesburg for a number of years in partnership with Oliver Tambo. I am a convicted prisoner serving five years for leaving the country without a permit and for inciting people to go on strike at the end of May 1961.

At the outset, I want to say that the suggestion made by the State in its opening that the struggle in South Africa is under the influence of foreigners or communists is wholly incorrect. I have done whatever I did, both as an individual and as a leader of my people, because of my experience in South Africa and my own proudly felt African background, and not because of what any outsider might have said.

In my youth in the Transkei I listened to the elders of my tribe telling stories of the old days. Amongst the tales they related to me were those of wars fought by our ancestors in defence of the fatherland. The names of Dingane and Bambata, Hintsa and Makana, Squngthi and Dalasile, Moshoeshoe and Sekhukhuni, were praised as the glory of the entire African nation. I hoped then that life might offer me the opportunity to serve my people and make my own humble contribution to their freedom struggle. This is what has motivated me in all that I have done in relation to the charges made against me in this case.

Having said this, I must deal immediately and at some length with the question of violence. Some of the things so far told to the Court are true and some are untrue. I do not, however, deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness, nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny, exploitation, and oppression of my people by the Whites.

Games we play

“Let's do something together,” you say.
“Like what?” I ask.
“Let’s play a game.” You say.
“I don’t play with girls. I hate Barbie dolls anyways. You know that. I hate everything girls like. In a way, I hate girls. Because they are phony.” I reply, though I know that you’re an exception. You’re different.

“Why are you being weird, James? It’s just a game I want to play. And it’s not about Barbie dolls!” You say. “You might like it.”
“What sort of game is it?” I ask.
“Never mind. Let’s just do something funny and unusual.” You say. “Like let's sit and talk on the brick steps in the Silver Jubilee Park and laugh about everything and nothing at all. Let's have it be a pure accident. Opportune circumstance, as they say. And let's have it be beautiful.”

I don’t know how you invent topics like these. Your conversations, like that of a playful kid, always make me wonder. I know they don’t lead anywhere. I know it’s stupid to chat like we are carefree. As if we don’t have normal lives to deal with. More than that, for me, it’s stupid even to chat with girls in the first place. But I roll along with you anyway. Because you’re different.

“It’s your turn now. You have to say something.” You stroke on my head with a pencil, prompting me to speak, to add sentences to our ‘game’.
“Umm” I say. “Let’s get up regretfully and bid each other good-bye, with promises to talk again next week. Let's gaze wistfully after each other as we depart.”
To which, you add, “Let's make it a habit throughout the summer to talk and laugh on the brick steps in the Silver Jubilee Park. Let's look forward to our weekly chitchat, and let's wonder what the other is thinking as we anticipate seeing each other again.”

Chemistry for Non-Dummies

Last year, I nonchalantly signed up to take second-semester organic chemistry, a k a Orgo. My friends thought I was a maso-​chist. The class is reputed to be the hardest at Brown, and rumor has it that its sole purpose is to weed out pre-meds. Nobody else takes it except chemistry majors. I had come to the conclusion that I was not going to apply to medical school, and it was unnecessary for me to take the course for any other reason. Still, I figured I could always change my mind about the med school thing. And how bad could it be?

EXPERIMENTAL CONDITIONS
According to statistics posted by the Orgo professors, averages on the midterm exams ranged from 47 to 65 points out of 100; by semester’s end, half of the class got C’s or failed (there are no D’s at Brown). This does not take into account the large percentage who ended up dropping the class. I know many students who failed the first time and had to take it a second or even a third time. Others retook it over the summer at pushover schools like Stanford and waltzed out with an A+.

SUBJECTS
Orgo students in pre-med carry the textbook with them wherever they go, and they always seem on the verge of panic. The chemistry majors always have smiles on their faces, either because they relish the pre-meds’ pain or because they truly get a kick out of doing organic chemistry.

One of my friends is a chemistry major, and sometimes he would help me study. When I would ask him how to do a problem, he would just tell me the correct answer. He could never explain how he had found the solution, only that my answer was wrong and his was correct. This led me to conclude that chemistry students are born with an innate and nontransferable ability to understand Orgo.

PSYCHOLOGICAL EFFECTS OF ORGO
I sometimes found it interesting to study my own reactions as I sat in class or tried to do homework problems. I found that Orgo activated my sympathetic autonomic nervous system, more commonly referred to as the “fight-or-flight response.” The response is frequently activated when a creature is placed in a situation in which it needs to attack or run away. Unfortunately, it was difficult to “attack” Orgo, and running away did not seem like a useful alternative, either.

Surviving the bubonic plague

I was a lone biology undergrad from a college uptown who skipped most classes and read a bunch of junk. And I frequented this place.
“Adios, amigo.”
The engineer-at -large ambled out of the pub after having finished her last shot. “See you around.”
White noise echoed across the pub—the hum and chatter of the television and the people inside the bar seemingly attempting to outdo each other. The volume had been turned up, the loudest the idiot box glued to the walls would allow it to be, and the final leg of the Federation Cup was on for all to see.
The players were in top form. They had played undersized passes and ended with a few goals to count. “Yes!” cheered the crowd. “They played well. They missed a lot o passes though. And this was enough for us to avenge that year’s shameful defeat,” said one fan. “Both of them played defensively; dwarf passes and all. They brought this all the way from the pitches of the pitches of España, diga y despedida,” said another.
The tough chap sitting opposite my table ended up saying, “I can’t take this; acting like first year college kids when they’re playing professional ball! I lost 500, plus time.”
“Pass me a beer,” he said after a while. “Pass me the lighter too.” Pass me this and that; this seemed to be how the tough guy went.
A grumpy old guy on the counter opened his mouth displaying his caffeine-tainted teeth. He recalled a historic match that had taken place between the Brits and the Argentineans against the backdrop of the Falkland war. “It was then that Maradona had scored the Hand of God goal,” with a sugar-coated voice.
“Shut up, will you? I can’t hear myself think,” said a guy from one of the other groups in the bar. His comment created silence, a ‘pin drop’ silence one might add, in a place that was buzzing with noise only a moment ago. This silence was challenged by pooches barking at backpackers outside on the street. Another football buff suddenly stood up, opened the door with a thrust, stepped outside and slammed it hard. The night was growing older, like the old man on the counter. The fans now moved out, lighting their cigarettes, leaving behind only a few strangers.
The pub stood by one of midtown’s few engineering colleges. It was the kind that served the regular supply of liquor, fags, teas and in-betweens.

Define Love

1. "You can't put a price tag on love. But if you could, I'd wait for it to go on sale." — Hussein Nishah
2. "I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough." — Russell Brand
3. "Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The rest cheat in Europe." — Jackie Mason
4. "I love you no matter what you do, but do you have to do so much of it?" — Jean Illsley Clarke
5. "Love is telling someone their hair extensions are showing." — Natasha Leggero 
6. "I'm now making a Jewish porno film. 10% sex, 90% guilt." — Henny Youngman
7. "My friends tell me I have an intimacy problem. But they don't really know me." — Garry Shandling
8. "Honesty is the key to a relationship. If you can fake that, you’re in." — Richard Jeni
9. "If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?" — Lily Tomlin
10. "Marry a man your own age; as your beauty fades, so will his eyesight." — Phyllis Diller
11. "My best birth control now is just to leave the lights on." — Joan Rivers
12. "Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand." — Unknown
13. "Love is a lot like a backache, it doesn't show up on X-rays, but you know it's there." — George Burns
14. "I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury." — Groucho Marx
15. "Women cannot complain about men anymore until they start getting better taste in them." — Bill Maher
16. "If you can stay in love for more than two years, you're on something." — Fran Lebowitz 
17. "Marriage is really tough because you have to deal with feelings and lawyers." — Richard Pryor
18. "There are only three things women need in life: food, water, and compliments." — Chris Rock
19. "Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." — Billy Crystal
20. "Women love a self-confident bald man." — Larry David
21. "My brother is gay and my parents don’t care, as long as he marries a doctor." — Elayne Boosler
22. "My wife gets all the money I make. I just get an apple and clean clothes every morning." — Ray Romano
23. "I went to a meeting for premature ejactulators. I left early." — Jack Benny
24. "Obviously, if I was serious about having a relationship with someone long-term, the last people I would introduce him to would be my family." — Chelsea Handler
25. "My wife was afraid of the dark... then she saw me naked and now she's afraid of the light." — Rodney Dangerfield
26. "I know a man who gave up smoking, drinking, sex, and rich food. He was healthy right up to the time he killed himself." — Johnny Carson
27. "Love is the answer, but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." — Woody Allen
28. "Being a good husband is like being a stand-up comic. You need 10 years before you can call yourself a beginner." — Jerry Seinfeld
29. "Real love amounts to withholding the truth, even when you're offered the perfect opportunity to hurt someone's feelings." — David Sedaris
30. "I love being married. It's so great to find one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life." — Rita Rudner 
31. "Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery." — Erma Bombeck

Most ridiculous start up ideas that became successful

The best startups seem obvious in retrospect. This is because by the time we found out about them as users, they had already reached critical mass.

It is possible to create a good startup with a good idea, but great startups are often the result of ideas that would have seemed ridiculous if you had heard them prior to seeing them working. If you were a venture capitalist pitched one of these ideas, what would your reaction have been?


Facebook - the world needs yet another Myspace or Friendster except several years late. We'll only open it up to a few thousand overworked, anti-social, Ivy Leaguers. Everyone else will then join since Harvard students are so cool.

Dropbox - we are going to build a file sharing and syncing solution when the market has a dozen of them that no one uses, supported by big companies like Microsoft. It will only do one thing well, and you'll have to move all of your content to use it.


Amazon - we'll sell books online, even though users are still scared to use credit cards on the web. Their shipping costs will eat up any money they save. They'll do it for the convenience, even though they have to wait a week for the book.

Virgin Atlantic - airlines are cool. Let's start one. How hard could it be? We'll differentiate with a funny safety video and by not being a**holes.

Mint - give us all of your bank, brokerage, and credit card information. We'll give it back to you with nice fonts. To make you feel richer, we'll make them green.

Palantir - we'll build arcane analytics software, put the company in California, hire a bunch of new college grad engineers, many of them immigrants, hire no sales reps, and close giant deals with D.C.-based defense and intelligence agencies!

Craigslist - it will be ugly. It will be free. Except for the hookers.

Amazon to launch drones, sorry "prime air"

Hundred years ago, it was pigeons. Now it's Amazon.

Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos took to 60 Minutes to reveal the company's latest delivery method: drones. In what is likely a cunning reminder of the e-tailer's upcoming Cyber Monday sales, these bots will apparently be capable of delivering packages up to five pounds (86 percent of orders are apparently less than that), with the aim of getting them to your house in under half an hour. The system is called Prime Air and the octo-copter drones, which wait, ready to deliver, at the end of conveyor belts, have a range of 10 miles. 

As Amazon puts it, "Putting Prime Air into commercial use will take some number of years as we advance the technology and wait for the necessary FAA rules and regulations" and Bezos himself added in the TV segment that it won't be before 2015 at the very earliest. While it sounds like they''ll take their time to get here (if they ever do), we've at least got a video of the drones in action :



What I wish to let Amazon know : Watch out Amazon, if your drones ever come closer to me, I am not going to wait any second to catapult them down, just saying.

Ang Lee: A never-ending dream

In 1978, as I applied to study film at the University of Illinois, my father vehemently objected. He quoted me a statistic: ‘Every year, 50,000 performers compete for 200 available roles on Broadway.’ Against his advice, I boarded a flight to the U.S. This strained our relationship. In the two decades that followed, we exchanged less than a hundred phrases of conversation.

Some years later, when I graduated from film school, I came to comprehend my father’s concern: It was nearly unheard of for a Chinese newcomer to make it in the American film industry. Beginning in 1983, I struggled through six years of agonizing, hopeless uncertainty. Much of the time, I was helping film crews with their equipment or working as editor’s assistant, among other miscellaneous duties. My most painful experience involved shopping a screenplay at more than thirty different production companies, and being met with harsh rejection each time.

That year, I turned 30. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘At 30, one stands firm.’ Yet, I couldn’t even support myself. What could I do? Keep waiting, or give up my movie-making dream?

My wife was my college classmate. She was a biology major, and after graduation, went to work for a small pharmaceutical research lab. Her income was terribly modest.

What is Bitcoin, anyway?

Can Bitcoins be used like actual currency. What does ‘mining’ Bitcoin mean? Why do miners need an ultra complex setup rig before they can start mining? Where can I download a so-called "Bitcoin miner" application? It's said Bitcoins are generated all over the internet by anybody running a free application called a Bitcoin miner. All the transaction are permanently and anonymously stored in the network. Whose network is that? What is Bitcoin, anyway?

Bitcoin is the most famous of what is known as cryptocurrency. Bitcoin was introduced in 2008. The currency is created by powerful computer servers and are transfered online. The currency has no central authority as the coins exist and are mined solely online. There is a finite number of bitcoins that can be mined based on the protocol that allows for their development. Mining will end in 2140 when Bitcoins will have reached a maximum of 21 million coins.

A simple analogy to explain transactions, anonymity, and coin production.

Let's say there’s a room that anyone can access. The room has security cameras that anyone can view, and every second of recorded footage is available online forever. The room is filled with indestructible piggy banks made of transparent plastic. Naturally, these piggy banks have coin slots, and everyone can see which coins are in which piggy bank. These piggy banks can never leave the room.


Each person has a key that can open their piggy bank. Let’s say I want to buy a pair of alpaca socks, and you want to sell them. First, you tell me which piggy bank is yours. Then, I walk into the room with a ski mask on. Anyone in the world can see me on the security cameras, but not my face.

Next, I unlock my piggy bank, take some coins out, then put them into your locked piggy bank. I leave the room. Now, everyone in the world knows that your piggy bank has coins that were previously in my piggy bank. This is the case with every transaction, so everyone knows the history of every coin.

“So where do the coins come from? How did it start? Who got the first coins?”


There’s a robot in the room that runs lotteries. Every so often, this robot randomly chooses a piggy bank in the room, and puts 50 coins in it. When it first started, there weren't many piggy banks in the room since nobody knew about it. Back then, it was easy to win the lottery. Today, there are millions of piggy banks in the room, so your odds aren’t very good.

Dear College freshmen,

As you begin your college experience, and I prepare for my 10-year college reunion, I thought I'd leave you with the things that, in retrospect, I think are important as you navigate the next four years. I hope that some of them are helpful.
Here goes...

1. Your friends will change a lot over the next four years. Let them.
2. Call someone you love back home a few times a week, even if just for a few minutes.
3. In college more than ever before, songs will attach themselves to memories. Every month or two, make a mix cd, mp3 folder, whatever - just make sure you keep copies of these songs. Ten years out, they'll be as effective as a journal in taking you back to your favorite moments.
4. Take naps in the middle of the afternoon with reckless abandon.
5. Adjust your schedule around when you are most productive and creative. If you're nocturnal and do your best work late at night, embrace that. It may be the only time in your life when you can.
6. If you write your best papers the night before they are due, don't let people tell you that you "should be more organized" or that you "should plan better." Different things work for different people. Personally, I worked best under pressure - so I always procrastinated... and always kicked ass (which annoyed my friends to no end). Use the freedom that comes with not having grades first semester to experiment and see what works best for you.
7. At least a few times in your college career, do something fun and irresponsible when you should be studying. The night before my freshman year psych final, my roommate somehow scored front row seats to the Indigo Girls at a venue 2 hours away. I didn't do so well on the final, but I haven't thought about psych since 1993. I've thought about the experience of going to that show (with the guy who is now my son's godfather) at least once a month ever since.
8. Become friends with your favorite professors. Recognize that they can learn from you too - in fact, that's part of the reason they chose to be professors.
9. Carve out an hour every single day to be alone. (Sleeping doesn't count.)
10. Go on dates. Don't feel like every date has to turn into a relationship.

Coffee makes me nervous. So do you.

I’m an honest person, honestly. That’s why I’m telling you from the beginning that I’m not sure about coffee.
I hate coffee. I hate the taste of it. I hate the smell. I hate the way people get addicted to it, artificially almost, as if it were a trend. And they brag about needing caffeine to function. They even post bogus status updates on Facebook.
-I had three cups last night to pull through.  19 likes, 35 comments
-Should have taken coffee shots before the psychology test.  56 likes, 14 comments 
-Without coffee, my life would have been in the Mariana trench.  24 likes, 80 comments 
-Coffee is my rechargeable lithium ion battery! LOL  25 likes, 72 comments 
It’s stupid until you see these people without coffee—then it’s stupid again.
But for you, I’m going to try. I have tasted coffee before. I just haven’t sat down to drink it. Now I’m going to. I’m going to bravely face its nasty smell and bitter taste and silly stereotypes. Just for you. I’m not sure why. I barely know you. In fact, I’ve never actually met you. We’re meeting for coffee. I’ve never met someone for coffee. It should be normal and casual. Nothing extraordinary. Still, it’s wild and strange.  
Let’s not start this off with illusions or lies. I’m not sure what to think of coffee. A lot of people like it, but a lot of people like smoking, heroin, vegetable patties, porridge, Twilight, and QBASIC, too. Likes don’t make things great. Maybe a lot of people like you too, but I’m not sure what to think of you either. I haven’t tasted you. Are you too bitter, too strong? Are you unhealthy? I want you to be healthy. I want you to be sweet, even if it’s bittersweet. I want to like you. Maybe I already do. Maybe it’s just coffee that I’m not sure of. Or maybe it’s me. Crazy me. All my thoughts and feelings are mixed up with the past and the present and the scent of coffee in my mind.

Define LOVE

I just found this, it's pretty touching and interesting to see how kids think about this subject.

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year olds, ‘What does love mean?’

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined.

‘When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.’
Rebecca - age 8

‘When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.’

Billy - age 4

‘Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.’ 

Karl - age 5

‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ 

Chrissy - age 6

‘Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.’ 

Terri - age 4

‘Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.’ 

Danny - age 7

An old pair of slippers

The icy floor beneath my feet made me hate the cold December morning. I thought of my lost slipper and my heart burst into tears although none of it reached my eyes. I had searched everywhere, in every corner, but to no avail. Gradually, the hope of finding my slippers had faded. I placed my bare right foot on top of my left to protect it from the cold cement floor. I was supposed to brush my teeth but the morning bell rang for prayer time before I could do so. My sleepy dorm-mates rushed to the bathroom. One of them complained about the freezing water. He rinsed his mouth but left without washing his face.
I, the laziest student was sleeping while others prayed vigorously. My sister—who had tied a Raksha Bandan thread on my wrist to signify the profound relationship we would share with each other from that moment onwards—was sitting in front of us. The so-called Captain saw me sleeping. He was indignant, but kept silent. It was eight in the morning. We were waiting for the bell to ring for breakfast. Suddenly, one of my roommates informed me that the Captain was calling me. I knew he would scold me, may be he would even beat me. My heart beat faster as I tried to come up with an excuse.
Though overwhelmed by fear, I had no choice but to face him.
“Why were you sleeping during prayer time?” he probed, a long bamboo stick in his hand.
“I have a headache, Captain,” I lied, my eyes full of tears. I felt certain he would not believe me. I thought he would beat me just as he had beaten my close friend the previous week.”
“Where are your slippers?” he asked.
“My sister bought them yesterday, but I lost them this morning,” I replied, sadly “Don’t you have shoes?” I shook my head, “No”. Then, surprisingly, he told me I could go.
He was in a good mood. Perhaps it was his birthday or his father had sent him some money. I could only guess why he hadn’t beaten me.

One day in the village

With the mist rises the village under the warmth of the red sun blended with the chill of the morning. If morning shows the day, then a glorious day is bound to follow.
Cows moo for fodder and also as milk is being sucked out from her body by the lord of the house. He also busies himself tearing a large tree trunk apart for firewood with his sharp axe, swinging up and down which makes a beautiful arc in the air. As the pigeons in the attic of the wooden house or the pigeonholes in the concrete edifice brood with their fluttering voices, time seems to have stopped under the sun vibrant and still. Daughters and wives get their brooms and clean their houses before sitting at a corner of the kitchen covered by smoke to cook food.
Children walk down to their schools in typical blue pants and white shirts, most on foot while some on the cycles. These latter ones are the main means of transportation for the people. Vendors use them to transport their goods. Customers hang their shopping bags on the handle on the way to and from the bazaar or hatia, children learn to cycle by putting one foot through the frame to reach the pedal on the other side, and buddies carry each other on the rod connecting the handle and the cycle.
A group of people are huddled beneath the shade of the pipal tree, some slapping their floppy thighs, some chewing betel leaves and all talking about the village happenings. Dust rises to meet the sky as the result of the local bus rushing over the muddy road with the roof filled with people. Tiffin, well, it is as rare as activity during noontime in the village as meals for most people are limited to two a day.
As the sun dips below the horizon, a cool afternoon envelops the village. It is more heart quenching in the context of the thirst the hot day went away leaving. The greasy smell of grey smoke emerges from firewood burnt around the mud-built houses.
An orange hue is cast across the full length of the sky under which gleam tin roofs, and the lush green leaves and paddy sway to the tunes of the wind. All of their essence can only be captured by the clinking of the Binayo and the rattle of the Jhyali brought to life with the blending of the crisp voice representing people of bygone days that is played by the radio at the tea shop.
While the sweetness of a village lies in its raw aspects, its ultimate glory lies in progress. A village is what a Nepali is, hard-working, persistent, jovial; and yet it is also subtly sad.
- Prajjwal Dangal