Staying Foolish

Each incident in my life has brought me closer and closer to the elegance and truth in the idea of staying downright foolish.Yes, Foolish.

Staying foolish is an art in itself.Its one of the greatest strengths a person can possess.
Being foolish keeps one open to changes,open to challenges and most importantly open to ideas and innovation.

Only a fool can question axioms.Only he can pose a threat to the conventional concepts and thus steward change.Consider the simplicity behind the situation in which Newton discovered gravity.
I would say that the reason why we respect him is because he was a fool.A downright idiot! Otherwise who would have asked to himself  "Why on earth did that apple fall down to earth?"

I would've asked him,"Oh c'mmon man,didn't all apples,mangoes and coconuts that have been stripped of their stalks fallen down?Why shouldn't it fall down?Lol! you are such an idiot!"

(My friends came in,flow of thoughts interrupted.Helpless!Grrr...!)

But that was the birth of the universal law of gravitation that pillared the massive Newtonian mechanics.But for Newton, humanity would have failed to realise the force that every single particle of mass has on another.Yes,and all credit to his foolishness!
Its always an ability to conceal ones ability.And the beauty of a character comes when there is no deleberate concealment.It should be innocuous and spontaneous.And thats when you stay foolish.

Creativity is the greatest skill a man can possess.I stress on the word skill here.Each human being has this gift of creativity,the ability to imagine,innovate and the drive to be passionate about the inanimate,the emotional and the physical.
How much a person uses this skill depends on how foolish he is.There is an indirectly varying relation between  idealism and imagination.A man who is always concious about the rules,who sticks to the laid down rules, and thus has the habit of taking everything for granted is surely the most miserable creature on the planet.

One has to first create his dreams,convert them into actions( hard work or effort part) and then live his dream.And to initiate the first stage what you need is to be foolish.
So be a fool,it will always work!

Scapegoats

Juggling with classes and slots,sending newsletters decoded as SMSes,watching out for attendence shortage of fellow beings,speaking out in class committee (largely unmindful of the consequences tha unwelcome truths can bring)-being a class representative has its challeges.
To form that inevitable link between a student community and the faculty that manages the curriculum and armed with the power to make or break their future.
As I'm nearing the end of a third semester as cr i find it amusing to scribble something on my 'humble' service and the paradoxical sitcoms I happened to encounter.
Once upon a time in S3 we had a teacher!The one and only him!To the less familiar reading let me try providing a big picture.
In s3 you enter your curriculum under the branch/department you opted to have your bachelor's in.So all S3 students are technical sophomores,faithfully hoping to get a fair (if not sweet) taste of their branch of study.They have six subjects or courses as they say and 21 credits,with each course having 3 credits mostly.
As you might have guessed s3 courses are metaphorically the basement on which the engineering marvel is prosed to be constructed. The course signals and systems was brutally manhandled by this teacher.He is stringent and like someone said a mafia lord in comparison to a normally stringent teacher character (whom youcould relate to Godfather).He knew a trillion times more  about anti ragging rules and on how to expel students,cause them troubles than about the subject he was supposed to teach.
15 students were suspendeddue to issues related to ragging thanks to this man.And as a consequence to the  the drama titled 'agitation' scripted by the so called student unity,charged with youthful zeal and ignorance we suffered,a hell lot!

Slogans were raised against him,and batch A had dared to mass bunk his hour to come out.In the afternoon  our teachers called a meeting with us.For those who were thrilled by the sudden action unfurling in their 'campus' life,this proved a blot in the blue.Fierce word exchanges mostly dominated by faculy-the EC students were scapegoats for a crime that the entire year did.And the ones who voiced their vigour out got punished with an F in his subject.

Being a girl has the advantage that you can remain silent and play a mute witness to many things.But at some point it becomes imperative to speak and that's when your male comrades are forced to remain silent out of fear or when they have had their stomach full.
The class committee after test 2.The question paper was damn difficult taking to consideration what was taught in class.There was a mass failure.100 out of 140 students failed.In the CC the teacher justified that the questions were ok type and that the students made mistakes in the steps to solving problems and thats why they failed.Such a lie! Anyone left with the last bit of common sense could have easily seen that the teacher himself maynot have been able to solve the questions all by himself.
When we were asked to pronounce our reason behind the low score,the others kept mum but I used the power of silence and just told "the level of difficulty of the questions were high".Wow! teachers were dumbstruck(kinda..yea) Someone speaking against him,Again?hell no!
N had a hard time trying to put it inn soping words.And I burst into a smile.I dont know why,just couldn't help stop it.I could see the teacher's blood gushed face struck with surprise in the reflection on the conference table.Maybe thats what made me laugh again!
Anyhow the other teachers understood the truth behind the situation.It was foul play to satisfy hypocrytic ego.
(And yes..I was gifted with a D grade at the end of the sem )
In my opinion,one has to make calculated compromises when it comes to speaking out and making your point in front of an audience that can bring a change for common good.Sometimes judging the ramifications might be well out of our foresight.In such situations I rely on guts and what I believe as right.
Truth is the way that only brave can tread!

Last week I purchased 'Life is What you make it' -Preeti Shenoy from flipkart.
The book is quite good.The language used is lucid,plain and the story is told in first person.
Through this book I got to know about a disease called bipolar disorder.A person's mind or creative brain fluctuating like a sinusoid,so that he/she experiences doldrums of creative super power and abysmal despair.
During the periods of crust,the person becomes extremely charged up and ventures into high creativity and action.She displays zest and vigour as if drugs have been administered.
And in the depression phase the person loathes herself and her life and may even attempt suicide.
Famous painter Van gogh was a prey to this disease.It was in one such tantrum that he cut his left ear off.
After reading this book I could relate to some junctures in my life when things seemed so depressing such that I felt like being in a trap.Like a fly caught in cobwebs of fevistick,where escape seemed a far cry.
And the inevitability of a fall after a rise.A hill definitely got to have its slopes.The wheel of life turns with each point in it experiencing alternate rises and falls.
Whenever a road diverts in our life and we are left with the choice to stall the bifurcation we select,one ought to have some understanding of how 'not going for' the others is going to impact the way she chooses.
Its truely not the way alone that matters but your capability to accept,adapt,endorse and finally discover passion there that matters.And by discovering passion I mean nothing other than the so called success in life.
I strongly believe that there would come some point in life where we realise the ultimate beauty of what is within us.When the world and our sense of existence falls into synchronisation .And thats when one can truely enjoy the bliss of existence.

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Unexpected Hanging!- Paradox

The unexpected hanging

[A man condemned to be hanged] was sentenced on Saturday. "The hanging will take place at noon," said the judge to the prisoner, "on one of the seven days of next week. But you will not know which day it is until you are so informed on the morning of the day of the hanging."

The judge was known to be a man who always kept his word. The prisoner, accompanied by his lawyer, went back to his cell. As soon as the two men were alone, the lawyer broke into a grin. "Don't you see?" he exclaimed. "The judge's sentence cannot possibly be carried out."

"I don't see," said the prisoner.

"Let me explain They obviously can't hang you next Saturday. Saturday is the last day of the week. On Friday afternoon you would still be alive and you would know with absolute certainty that the hanging would be on Saturday. You would know this before you were told so on Saturday morning. That would violate the judge's decree."

"True," said the prisoner.

"Saturday, then is positively ruled out," continued the lawyer. "This leaves Friday as the last day they can hang you. But they can't hang you on Friday because by Thursday only two days would remain: Friday and Saturday. Since Saturday is not a possible day, the hanging would have to be on Friday. Your knowledge of that fact would violate the judge's decree again. So Friday is out. This leaves Thursday as the last possible day. But Thursday is out because if you're alive Wednesday afternoon, you'll know that Thursday is to be the day."

"I get it," said the prisoner, who was beginning to feel much better. "In exactly the same way I can rule out Wednesday, Tuesday and Monday. That leaves only tomorrow. But they can't hang me tomorrow because I know it today!"

... He is convinced, by what appears to be unimpeachable logic, that he cannot be hanged without contradicting the conditions specified in his sentence. Then on Thursday morning, to his great surprise, the hangman arrives. Clearly he did not expect him. What is more surprising, the judge's decree is now seen to be perfectly correct. The sentence can be carried out exactly as stated.

Overview - The Curse of the Good Girl

Rachel Simmons is a New York Times best-selling author and the founding director of the Girls' Leadership Institute. The Curse of the Good Girl looks into the phenomenon of the glass ceiling placed on girls who attempt to live up to the standard of being "good." Simmons then shows how parents can help build girls' self-esteem and give them the strength to pursue their goals.

In this volume for parents of middle-school daughters, the author of Odd Girl Outobserves that girls today still pressure themselves to conform to the old, narrow paradigm of a nice, people-pleasing, rule-following, even-tempered, socially acceptable good girl, shunning the image of a rebellious, proud, socially outré, in-charge, outspoken bad girl. To dispel the curse of the good girl, and despite using those familiar, easily misconstrued labels as a touchstone, Girls Leadership Institute founder Simmons offers instructive tales out of school and workshops, revealing that flawed communication rituals and fear of confrontation contribute equally to a girl's belief that it is more important to be liked than to be an individual. In order to become a successful, well-adjusted "real girl," she needs to know how to say no to peers, ask for what she needs and express what she thinks. In the second half of this book, parents will find concrete strategies and tools-confidence-building exercises that emphasize emotional intelligence, self-evaluations, q&a's, scripts and lots of first-person stories-to help guide a girl's growth into a young woman who can respect and listen to her inner voice, say what she feels and thinks, embrace her limits and present an authentic self to the world.

A theory paper

Well, can there be something more than what he holds in that so serene a smile of his.I'm talking of none other than our great teacher of electronic circuits.
My God, i'm all at sea as to what i'm gonna do to manage a decent grade in this theory course.
A single digit score in test 1 is something i've gone through..but the anticipation of a test 2 at a higher level of difficulty,with no marks as such under 'assignments' is something new and i wonder how its gonna be.
But definitely,i'm not giving up.I've got Boyelstead from seniors and today i've bought Boggart. The predicament in the test 1 needn't repeat.I hope i bring back that old study routine ,yeah that old school thing, for the last-day rules proved to flunk quite fabulously.
Or even a shadow of it should prove to be my rescue.
Well, that said lem'e pause...theres more on queue, my sweet cutie bloggie,..now sleep my babo..cho cho..sleep.

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Has been real long i wanted to have a 'cutie li'l bloggie' for myself.And now i have one...Happy...*Peace*
God bless my humble,earnest endeavours towards conjuring a world of dreams around me.Where the fairies of peace and happiness dance to the tune of love and wisdom.
I open my heart before thee...for You are Me,I'm You, You are All, All is You.

Just In!

Has been real long i wanted to have a 'cutie li'l bloggie' for myself.And now i have one...Happy...*Peace*
God bless my humble,earnest endeavours towards conjuring a world of dreams around me.Where the fairies of peace and happiness dance to the tune of love and wisdom.
I open my heart before thee...for You are Me,I'm You, You are All, All is You.