Stochastic Cerebrations

We all have two ears but 1 mouth, for a purpose. A purpose which is set by nature, Speak less but listen more. We have a brain whose size is large as compared to the size one's mouth even when it is wide open. Again, that is for a purpose. Time and again, I am flabbergasted at how people manage to speak without cerebration. One of the most axiomatic and significant attributes of homosapiens is the ability to communicate through speech. A mesmerizing inference is that we communicate our thoughts in real time; we do not need to plan what we’re going to say before we say it. This inborn ability is often the source of dismay when we say on the spur of the moment and later wish we had either not said, or said differently - in a way which would have made different impact. It happens with everyone, no matter how good speaker you are, no matter how well versed, prepared, intelligent you are, at one point in time you are bound to make this mistake. Why do people forget that if one comments ...

So officially I'm here. In the blogosphere again. Finally.I struggled with what should be the first official post. Should it be prolific after all this time ?? Grand in nature. Broad in scope. So, I struggled. How should I start this blog..my first press ?? I've never managed to keep a journal: the idea of writing for myself alone doesn't make sense and I worry away looking for the perfect word or phrase, then worry if I'm crafting it away from the truth, then I start again, and so on. Paradoxically, writing for even a quasi public potential audience feels as if it might help to reduce the effect of that introspective self consciousness since there would be a reason to stop - to get it posted.. After all that struggling I realized it’s just like walking into a room full of people you’ve never met - I'll introduce myself. It seems like the polite thing to do, right? I am suffering from BrainoSparkyFitsoEverySecondo :P ... loll I really detest inconsiderate; stupid pe...

Visiting this blissful arena again after a period of indefinite exile feels like a flower blossoming in spring following the harsh winters. Life has changed a hell lot since I wrote my last post and well it has changed for good. I stepped out from the mundane professional life to add few more credentials on my resume, became a student again and now experiencing the college life yet again..for I am pursuing my much awaited MBA.   It wouldn't have been more special than to post a new topic on the 1st sunday of August, The Friendship Day.New place implies new people which implies new friends some of which will become my friends for life and rest well not history but friends converted to conversances.   The new place doesn't imply that I'll forget my Caustic Confederates -- VJ a.k.a Bhaiyaji, Arunesh a.k.a Tunna / BRBman, Ghosh a.k.a Abhishek, Himanshu a.k.a Andrew, Varun a.k.a Nischal and Rao a.k.a Guruji - Miss you guys a lot though CC'ing is on - full ON !!   Now, fellow...

So it has been quite some time since I posted anything... This is just a vent piece more than anything else, I have been working on it on and off for the past weeks when I had few XX minutes here and then to take breaks from my project work. No particular character, no particular plot in mind. A chance to practice realism with horses and abstract ideas. I've been listening to Coldplay and Bryan Adams ...A LOT. It is so calming when your flipping out, the beats and melodies...very nice... Just this vast empty feeling, but, with that feeling this intense sense of something being out there for you--waiting. It has only happened to me a handful of times and it just something you can't properly put into words..Am I suffering from Aphasia?LOL.. No !! I've felt it looking at the stars, just stars, no buildings to block them. When I get into a dark enough mood I like to think of that.Maybe that was what I was trying to reflect in this picture.Enjoy.Aahh Which picture by the way ?

Angels & Demons is part techno thriller, part enigma and all action. Dan Brown dexterously combines a fast moving,fascinating and probably a well-researched plot that weaves together the secret nuclear research facilities of CERN and the ancient - modern secrets of the Vatican. Not only is this a highly entertaining and page turning thriller, it's also an insightful and perspicuous examination of the ever present dichotomy/duality of faith and science. Angels & Demons introduces the character of Robert Langdon, professor of religious iconology and art history at Harvard University. As the novel begins, he's awakened in the middle of the night by a phone call from the director of CERN,Geneva. One of their top physicists had been murdered, with his chest branded with the word "Illuminati."Langdon being an expert on the antediluvian secret society known as the Illuminati, he's asked to help solve the murder. A high tech X-33 plane transports Langdon from Mass...

Aghast, I woke up. The dream I just saw was a premonition. I thought my anxiety was responsible for it.Hastily, I got ready and left for college.After reaching the college, I went straight to VJ's room with the only hope that the hostel security guard would let me in. I opened the CAT result website.."Damn the college net sucks" I said it to myself. Finally my results were in front of me.Flabbergasted by the text on the screen,I again entered my details.Again the same result.I couldnt Bell the CAT !! I failed horribly. The whole exhilaration was replaced by ruefulness.I didnt know what to do !! Should I call up Mom and tell her about my pathetic result right now or should I wait till I reach back home ? Should I call Sakshi right now or should I wait till I meet her after her class ? Should I do something or Should I do nothing ?I didnt want the feeling of disappointment take a toll over me. Then VJ asked me about my CAT percentile..I told him. Even he was disappointed wi...

Well, I came across this poem.. "SQUARE ROOT of 3" ... an awesome poem.. by  David Feinberg I’m sure that I will always be A lonely number like root three The three is all that’s good and right, Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign, I wish instead I were a nine For nine could thwart this evil trick, with just some quick arithmetic I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321 Such is my reality, a sad irrationality When hark! What is this I see, Another square root of a three As quietly co-waltzing by, Together now we multiply To form a number we prefer, Rejoicing as an integer We break free from our mortal bonds With the wave of magic wands Our square root signs become unglued Your love for me has been renewed