tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262942502024-03-13T22:56:25.775-07:00GulmoharJuniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-61685887602286198682011-06-29T07:44:00.000-07:002011-06-29T07:49:13.602-07:00On a Sunny Day...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MW1fQTeBkyM/Tgs6iaUKcFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-9d0zQnSUg8/s1600/Uload111.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MW1fQTeBkyM/Tgs6iaUKcFI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-9d0zQnSUg8/s400/Uload111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623652922556051538" /></a><br />The picture is some flowers near to my office :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-56605841499398570632011-06-27T14:00:00.000-07:002011-06-27T14:06:52.859-07:00Life...goes on...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prg2W8FMTzg/Tgjvb2eCOwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T98YAM-w3-k/s1600/IMG_0313-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Prg2W8FMTzg/Tgjvb2eCOwI/AAAAAAAAAhI/T98YAM-w3-k/s400/IMG_0313-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623007396529060610" /></a><br />The picture is some girl I saw at some cafe here :)<br />Cheers!Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-1160530479128108632011-02-08T03:36:00.000-08:002011-02-08T03:37:39.567-08:00A Dewy Morning<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TVEqx_KBf5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/AH1Ea3yFMWU/s1600/New%2BBitmap%2BImage.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TVEqx_KBf5I/AAAAAAAAAg8/AH1Ea3yFMWU/s400/New%2BBitmap%2BImage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571281252289445778" /></a>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-10237086988370732092011-01-10T22:38:00.000-08:002011-01-10T22:43:22.869-08:00The Abyss...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TSv64JIvMwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Z5i4uaRMBBU/s1600/IMG_0084-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TSv64JIvMwI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Z5i4uaRMBBU/s400/IMG_0084-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560814007351194370" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Oh Rupert, there are people who communicate with the deep abysses of one's mind and these people are frightening."<br />- Morgan to Rupert in Iris Murdoch's novel A Fairly Honourable Defeat<br /><br />The picture is sunrise as seen from moi terrace :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-49225917698058654102010-12-19T22:36:00.000-08:002010-12-19T22:42:02.559-08:00The Silent Thinker...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TQ75YkyNNyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZRU-X8eIgOY/s1600/1212.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 307px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552649591180834594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TQ75YkyNNyI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZRU-X8eIgOY/s400/1212.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”<br />- Albert Einstein.<br /><br />I am realizing more and more how true this is. Sad though that the situation has not improved even after half century after having said that.<br /><br />The picture is one of the many crows that visit our home in search of leftovers from food :)<br />Cheers!Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-90534251836533694932010-11-09T03:57:00.000-08:002010-11-09T04:22:34.780-08:00Heisenberg's Nightmare...<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TNk3IOheAQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TGq2U_iVxrw/s1600/up.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537517831305691394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TNk3IOheAQI/AAAAAAAAAgY/TGq2U_iVxrw/s400/up.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am gloomy for weather which is getting more and more uncertain. I am sure that today if Heisenberg were alive, he wouldnt have been very happy to analyse this type of uncertainty. <br />In India, the agriculture is so much dependent on weather. So is it time when India will run into a major famine or food shortage?<br />Even though I dont want to answer that question, my mind says we will see a famine within next 10 years. I always had an instinct for weather. Many times on a sunny morning, I would sense something and say,"It will rain today", and it has rained. Almost always. This time I will be happy to be proven wrong for my prediction that a famine would happen.<br /><br />But you know...deep inside my mind...I want it to happen..I know it sounds morally incorrect but something like this would teach us a lesson and probably we would start taking our environment seriously.<br /><br />Probably this learning would come at a huge cost to life..but some lessons come at heavy cost..because otherwise, without a heavy punishment, we refuse to learn.<br /><br />Go Green. Cheers!</div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-49979219716598573212010-08-02T01:52:00.000-07:002010-08-02T02:00:33.315-07:00Freshhhh.!.!.!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TFaHhJG5pYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uXziixmwgVw/s1600/3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 373px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500732998329935234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TFaHhJG5pYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/uXziixmwgVw/s400/3.JPG" /></a><br />The picture is leaves of some plant in front of moi house after rains this weekend.<br />I dont know why but this particular shade of green in the picture reminds me of ad of Cinthol or Liril :) I like smell of both...and also smell of lemon :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-2764489676222580482010-07-27T21:01:00.000-07:002010-07-27T21:37:40.086-07:00Deep Green...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TE-ylnH10WI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nmp_ZUetZmM/s1600/Copy+of+IMG_1814-1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498810029269438818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TE-ylnH10WI/AAAAAAAAAgA/nmp_ZUetZmM/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1814-1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Few Green Quotes -<br />Nature provides a free lunch, but only if we control our appetites. ~William Ruckelshaus<br /><br />Let us a little permit Nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we. ~Michel de Montaigne<br /><br />It wasn't the Exxon Valdez captain's driving that caused the Alaskan oil spill. It was yours. ~Greenpeace advertisement<br /><br />Your grandchildren will likely find it incredible - or even sinful - that you burned up a gallon of gasoline to fetch a pack of cigarettes! ~Paul MacCready, Jr.<br /><br />They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers. ~James G. Watt<br /><br />Take nothing but pictures.<br />Leave nothing but footprints.<br />Kill nothing but time.<br />~Motto of the Baltimore Grotto<br /><br />The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition. ~Carl Sagan<br /><br />If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago. If insects were to vanish, the environment would collapse into chaos. ~Edward O. Wilson<br /><br />Give a man a fish, and he can eat for a day. But teach a man how to fish, and he'll be dead of mercury poisoning inside of three years. ~Charles Haas<br /><br />A human being is part of the whole, called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole [of] nature in its beauty. ~Albert Einstein<br /><br />The picture is drops of rainwater on grass in front of moi house.<br />Save Green :)<br />Cheers!Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-46406619843228729662010-06-21T01:18:00.000-07:002010-06-21T01:26:29.995-07:00Time...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TB8gg-s-bCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hCtogUkewOs/s1600/mywatch.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TB8gg-s-bCI/AAAAAAAAAf4/hCtogUkewOs/s400/mywatch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485138622120094754" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.<br />- Albert Einstein<br /><br />That is an extremely simple and at the same time extremely profound statement. But in order to get complete grasp of this, unfortunately, you need to understand (atleast) special theory of relativity.<br />This link can help biginners - http://conduit9sr.tripod.com/SR1.html<br /><br />The watch in the pic is mine :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-65231457786127269512010-06-10T22:06:00.001-07:002010-06-10T22:08:46.410-07:00String Theory...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TBHEf7qGMwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/saapNvgO9-Y/s1600/New+Bitmap+Image+(4).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TBHEf7qGMwI/AAAAAAAAAfw/saapNvgO9-Y/s400/New+Bitmap+Image+(4).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481378274355852034" /></a><br />The pic is guitar and its strings :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-85565379311010192322010-05-31T04:50:00.000-07:002010-05-31T04:52:03.704-07:00Waiting for rain...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TAOisf82wEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pQV45ZGlTZs/s1600/leaf.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477400457187344450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/TAOisf82wEI/AAAAAAAAAfo/pQV45ZGlTZs/s400/leaf.JPG" /></a><br />I want those wet days back again...Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-28712362504205180012010-05-26T01:25:00.000-07:002010-05-26T01:38:49.521-07:00Desires...<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S_zbIMAsCVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3MlhsunYcBQ/s1600/Shell.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475492180685228370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S_zbIMAsCVI/AAAAAAAAAfg/3MlhsunYcBQ/s400/Shell.JPG" /></a><br />Most people arent happy in what they are doing. They find mundane work boring or they think that their work is not worth their ability. But if so, I ask people what will make them happy? Then people tell me that they still dont know what exactly they want and they want to know where their true passion lies. They think doing things they are passionate about will make them happy. I dont think its so easy to find what you really want. And what you want might change over a period of time and if you are really passionate about something, it might become mundane if you do it as a profession, you never know.<br /></div><div align="justify">But its important to search what you want really. And is challenging too. </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Most of us dont know what we want but most of us know exactly what we dont want. And I think its important to know that to start with :)<br /><br />The pic is some shell on my palm...cheers! :)</div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-66946475624912804222010-05-17T05:02:00.000-07:002010-05-17T05:09:38.819-07:00Burdens from the past...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S_EwZpvasqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LWh6YEKWRL4/s1600/New+Bitmap+Image+(3).JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S_EwZpvasqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/LWh6YEKWRL4/s400/New+Bitmap+Image+(3).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472208239491461794" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The picture is embossed design on glass :)<br />Dark shadows of ghosts...they still haunt my present!Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-62812317133718395602010-05-12T01:32:00.000-07:002010-05-12T01:41:12.962-07:00Schrodinger's Cat...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S-pnpInsZII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-wrWeDRi4qk/s1600/cat.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470298653781156994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S-pnpInsZII/AAAAAAAAAfQ/-wrWeDRi4qk/s400/cat.JPG" /></a><br />If you dont know who Schrondiger was, read about Schrondiger's Cat on Wiki :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-49963591348704664232010-04-20T03:57:00.000-07:002010-04-20T04:00:08.965-07:00Sadness...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S82Ir13J78I/AAAAAAAAAfI/jqEIQX0F1Bk/s1600/ul.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S82Ir13J78I/AAAAAAAAAfI/jqEIQX0F1Bk/s400/ul.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462172209844449218" /></a><br />Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.<br />- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />The picture is ... some plant ... I dont know which :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-21191369702739875952010-04-11T21:52:00.000-07:002010-04-11T21:55:38.677-07:00Pythagoras Theorem...<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S8KnS7r1y8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/aY1bGGTCECM/s1600/pythagoras.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459109642027518914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S8KnS7r1y8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/aY1bGGTCECM/s400/pythagoras.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Few quotes by Pythagoras,<br />- As soon as laws are necessary for men, they are no longer fit for freedom.<br />- Concern should drive us into action and not into a depression. No man is free who cannot control himself.<br />- Do not talk a little on many subjects, but much on a few.<br />- No one is free who has not obtained the empire of himself.<br />- Reason is immortal, all else mortal.<br />- There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.<br />- Truth is so great a perfection, that if God would render himself visible to men, he would choose light for his body and truth for his soul”<br />- Some are slaves of ambition or money, but others are interested in understanding life itself. These give themselves the name of philosophers (lovers of wisdom), and they value the contemplation and discovery of nature beyond all other pursuits.<br /><br />The picture is where wall meets the floor at a slanting angle :)</div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-87852473702590774712010-04-04T23:35:00.000-07:002010-04-04T23:39:42.071-07:00Sad Cypress...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S7mFGSgSCWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NIZd0Hnczb0/s1600/Cop1_uload.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S7mFGSgSCWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NIZd0Hnczb0/s400/Cop1_uload.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456538766629013858" /></a><br />Hercule Poirot said, "I don't approve of murder".<br /><br />- From the novel Sad Cypress by Agatha Christie.Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-14726431653487968752010-03-29T21:36:00.000-07:002010-03-29T21:43:05.819-07:00At the core…<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S7GAkW8AEQI/AAAAAAAAAew/HUzdSFGaLKs/s1600/IMG_1636-2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S7GAkW8AEQI/AAAAAAAAAew/HUzdSFGaLKs/s400/IMG_1636-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454281985843269890" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It more and more a realization that even though lifestyle gets more and more complicated, a few, very core things must remain simple.<br /><br />The pic, a bird on the lookout, for simple things :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-80254264072097232282010-03-21T22:49:00.000-07:002010-03-21T22:54:27.116-07:00Spider n his web…<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S6cFR1x_j4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MNyJJw6Z07Q/s1600-h/uload1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451331678007955330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S6cFR1x_j4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/MNyJJw6Z07Q/s400/uload1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am a sound sleeper. (No I don’t make sounds while I am sleeping ;) ). I get few dreams, and most of them are quite typical. The dreams are never in the present. I mean, the overall look and feel is pretty old fashioned, not a modern one. I see a particular town, it has few lakes, has old styled buildings that are built in stone. They are huge compared to modern houses. The atmosphere usually is cloudy. Its amazingly peaceful and charming. Lively could be a better word. I am usually in a quite relaxed mood (probably because I am physically sleeping ;)), and everything looks soft and crystal clear.<br />The point of getting the above details is, I got a dream yesterday. It was little bit different. The theme was that, I have joined a new company. Probably an IT related company. But the office was in this perfect dream town. When I enter the office, it doesnot look like an IT company from any angle. There is real heavy classic wooden furniture. There is no AC but atmosphere is pleasantly warm(as it always is in my dreams). There is dim yellowish lighting. Most of the light is coming from outside, just diffused natural light everywhere. Its wonderful and I love it. I feel like how beautiful it must be to work here!<br />When I wake up, I compare real life offices with my dream one. How are the real ones? I worked in many offices, and its difficult to say which one was worse. I don’t understand why people first make it dark by blocking continuous warm natural light and then switch on glaring hot lights that flicker on and off at 50Hz. The people that maintain AC need real education in closed loop control. Most of the places, the temperature varies anywhere between 17C to 27C and the variations are just random. Are chairs in our offices really comfortable? I think they are too comfortable. Most people I see, are sitting in front of the monitors and their bodies are sagged down somewhere inside the cubicle and that really does look unhealthy. If you are working in IT, does it really mean you must sit in front of a computer for the whole day? Its almost as bad as making children sit at one place for entire school day. The interiors of most companies looks identical, rows and rows of cubicles. It might be space efficient but I always felt, its better to have less population and huge space than huge population with space effiency. Why cant interior decorators be more creative to make a Victorian styled office?<br />If only the office in my dream really existed….<br /><br />The pic…some spider :) </div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-76188336162678297152010-03-14T22:00:00.000-07:002010-03-14T22:08:12.195-07:00NextGen…<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S52_GaZarxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/r14o5g68Qr8/s1600-h/IMG_1680-2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721241074216722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S52_GaZarxI/AAAAAAAAAeg/r14o5g68Qr8/s400/IMG_1680-2.jpg" /></a><br />I watched “Jaane Tu Yaa Jaane Naa” the other day. Honestly I couldn’t comprehend why so many people liked the movie. If I don’t like a movie, I usually locate the reasons, lets say ‘poor acting’ or ‘cheap story’. But here the most vicious thing was, I found it difficult to figure out why I didn’t like the movie. I couldn’t simply comprehend what was going on. I am a kind of person who externalizes reasons, a person who looks for external reasons. But here I couldn’t find any, so I started looking inside. Then I found a pattern. I noticed that, I find now a days difficult to understand more and more, things about people called NextGen aka todays young generation. I cant comprehend things like why do they talk on cell phone for unusually long times? What probably can a person communicate with so many SMSs? What makes people go on shopping spree? Why people like calling themselves ‘random and unpredictable’?...<br />I am beginning to feel that there is nothing (much) wrong with the movie neither anything with myself. I think this is what is called “generation gap”. Probably since the movie is about NextGen, I am beginning to feel it out of my time. Now a days I am beginning to get inkling that I will have to face more and more of this “gap of perception” (or do they call “gap of attitude”?) in future. Now, how much time gap is generation gap? Traditional definition puts gap between say father and son. When talking of todays fast changing society, shouldn’t the definition be revised? Now when I try comparing myself with NextGen, difference in age of 8 years is almost equivalent to generation gap. Probably india is going through cultural makeover too fast and after a decade or so, there is going to be an interesting variety of people in our good old country.<br />Looking back, NextGen evolution in india started in 1990s, when after fall of USSR, india started globalizing. I was (fortunately) born in 1980 and I have seen socialist india for quite sometime to understand how capitalism or socialism morphs people to quite different mindsets. This jinx is quite interesting (and entertaining too) for a person who likes to study people.<br />On a selfish side, what I like the most about NextGen is that they make really good consumers. That’s what happens if you live in a capitalist society for sometime. You can create needs for them and sell them almost anything under that pretext, starting from mobile phone plans to spirituality. I was not surprised reading orkut profile of someone the other day, a girl of 23, who said, “I just cant live without teddy bears!!!”.<br /><br />The pic, sunrise :)</div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-215320372843971202010-03-07T20:45:00.000-08:002010-03-07T20:57:37.957-08:00Breathtaking…<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S5SCGJ2vazI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XEjXEy4vR9Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_1650-2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446120891634117426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S5SCGJ2vazI/AAAAAAAAAeY/XEjXEy4vR9Q/s400/Copy+of+IMG_1650-2.jpg" /></a><br />I was listening to some song from a new movie the other day. I like fewer and fewer songs from new movies and while listening to the song, I started feeling, atleast here comes a slow, catchy song. I try to hum along with it. After some time, I find that, what I felt slow, is indeed too fast to follow it through.<br />Another incident. Our evening cab. A new girl, just out of college, is on the front seat, with three of us in the back. “Do you want me to pull the seat forward, so that it would be more comfortable to you?”, asked the girl on the front seat and three of us were stunned. It was obviously not what she asked that made us stunned. It was the breathtaking speed with which she uttered that sentense did. For us, it took few seconds to slowly recall and comprehend the meaning of that sentense.<br />Is this why they say that the new generation is faster? And more importantly, is faster the better?<br />No, I am not going to comment negatively on the next generation as most elders do, one reason being, I don’t know which generation I belong to. Statistics says, generation by generation, we are getting faster. We speak more number of words per minute than our previous generations did. That probably applies to content of conversations as well. Parents now find difficult to follow flow of conversation with their children. Proud parents call their faster talking children as “smart”. I don’t know if stunning someone with too much information is being smart.<br />My mind, usually, is quiet clear. Compared to people around, its pretty quiet and focused. But still, I am beginning to get an inkling that maybe slow or fast is relative and I am not myself that slow really. I have few classical vocal songs of 1980, and I find them too slow to follow. I find hard to keep correct focus, if a part of song lingers for longer periods of time. This maybe because, even my mind has got accostomed to faster speeds. But is this is a positive thing in me? I don’t think so. Some things are better appreciated when one is not in a hurry. I think its definitely good to be able to go fast, but shouldnt we also be able to slow down when we want to?<br />The pic...a hawk ofcourse :)<br /> </div>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-9818892148047719462010-03-02T07:11:00.000-08:002010-03-02T07:20:49.850-08:00No Show...Lately, I am not able to give much attention to moi dear blog and as an effect, on the overall, me thinks, moi dear blog has started looking grim. I had some lightening enlightenments in the past few days and I think I need to start spending more time on the blog. With this inspiration within, I hope this should become possible.<br />Seeya around!<br />Cheers!Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-8901351097180042102010-02-22T04:16:00.000-08:002010-02-22T04:18:15.816-08:00A Visual Symphony...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S4J10hcq47I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MhsWn-fIcmo/s1600-h/111.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S4J10hcq47I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/MhsWn-fIcmo/s400/111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441040845009249202" /></a>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-75372476989783934772010-02-15T20:15:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:33:04.356-08:00Wait 'n Watch...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S3ocHL5giII/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ez9Ka8IbSDo/s1600-h/IMG_1648-1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S3ocHL5giII/AAAAAAAAAeI/Ez9Ka8IbSDo/s400/IMG_1648-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438690409781954690" /></a>Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26294250.post-49113656398770372332010-02-08T00:51:00.001-08:002010-02-08T00:58:38.690-08:00Prisoner's Dilemma...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S2_QncxKpHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gtNOHJi3J8c/s1600-h/111.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f8I3x29y1fo/S2_QncxKpHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/gtNOHJi3J8c/s400/111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435792651415364722" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />...but for the one who observes carefully, both keys are identical :)Juniushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13946722607030323211noreply@blogger.com3