KeshavThapa

"A Dream" Last Chapter: When You Love Some One!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 07:06:00 +0000

The night was silent. From my bedrooms window I could endure the beauty of the sky, wondering why these winds never sleep. The mischievous play of the wind and the trees was a delightful view. I have always loved the silent talks with myself in these chilly outdoor nights. But I knew, soon the Sun would come up, breaking the nights silence only to enlighten them.

I was lost deep in my thoughts, when suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I heard it once more and so I left to answer it thinking who it could be, it was pretty late in the night. Even though I had lots of friends, it was an odd time of the night. It was well past 1am already. But the moment I approached the door, I heard someone crying on the other side of it. I was worried and afraid. A sudden plunge of pain griped my Heart, because I knew I recognized the tears!

“Whats the matter dear, please don’t cry, or I’ll start too” that’s all I managed to utter, hiding the remorse in my voice.

I could sense the pain she had been carrying so far, which somehow heaved my pain a hundred folds. Standing there, hiding her face in her tiny hands, she looked up to me. The moment our eyes met, she came running into my arms, crying more heavily now.
It was a strange feeling, hugging her after what seemed like an eternity, I was happy for it, because she was in my arms. I was lost in the moment, but the pain she had brought with her, brought me back to the reality soon.

I knew things were fine now. I knew she had come to me, for ever. I knew this would be the last time she would be crying. A small tear escaped my eyes, disappearing on her forehead. She stopped immediately, looked up in my eyes, and closed them, because I knew, a word from me, of our past had struck her. It brought a smile, on her lips.

I repeated those words wiping her tears away, “Every time you look at me like that, its very hard for me not to kiss You”

With that, she closed her eyes, and I kissed her lips. I felt her hands tighten around me
I took her in my arms, in the house, my eyes never left her face..

There we sat face to face, looking deep in each others eyes, comforting each others. She got up from where she was sitting, hugged me, and I kissed her forehead.

“Never, ever leave me again”
“I won’t Cloud, I am sorry for what I..”
“Sush!! I know you had your reasons, and I know you wont leave me again dear, but now pls stop crying, every thing is aright and if it isn’t I’ll do whatever it takes to make it all right”
“I love you Cloud”
“I too dear. Your tired, you must sleep”
“I like it here, in your arms”

The whole night, she slept in my arms. The whole night, I felt the heart beating against mine. The moon light was falling on her pretty face, from our bedrooms window. She was beautiful beyond words. I realized how badly I had missed her all these years. How badly I had wanted her back in my life. I was afraid, that my excited heart would break her sleep. But it never did, after all it was it in love with her!

When I woke up, she was still in my arms. It felt like a dream to me. I couldn’t believe my eyes that she was there in my arms. Just to make myself believe what I was feeling, I softly kissed her lips.
And Like a small baby she looked at me with those twinkling eyes and gave me a smile I could never forget. And then I thought, yes that smile can’t be dream!

“I love You!” she said.

A small epilogue from my Book, “A Dream”
by KeshavThapa

Kathmandu Valley

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Wed, 04 Aug 2010 07:39:00 +0000

It was a strange feeling being in Kathmandu. Though it was not for the first time I had come here but still everything was so much new to me. It was so much smoother in every sense. The cold breeze, the view of still clouds kissing the green mountains everywhere, the People of Kathmandu, everything here was so much different.

"I was completely lost in its soothing atmosphere!" The road from Kathmandu Valley to Narayan Gaht is full of twist and turns, beautiful views, rivers and all. Its a must visit place, for all those metro politicians like me who have no time to realize the beauty of Nature. I guess I was blessed that day. On my way, I got to witness what the rain feels like between the Mountains so high and the roads so curve. It was like someone has filled me with all new colors nature have and a completely new Life. From the window of my car I could feel the rain drops hitting my face, to me, it felt like as if they were a part of me. Stepping out of the car, I accepted them, allowing the tiny rain drops to run through me, through my soul and body. From where I was standing I could see, the overflowing wild rivers, the dancing trees over those high mountains, Ahh! If only I could fly and dance with them.

Unspoken Honesty!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 13:50:00 +0000

I saw that glowing sun
Under which leaves fell
Your smile embraced me
My heart turned to you,

Time is such a lovely thing
It brings joy
It brings pain
And we grow in between

In the crossroad we gazed
Just a while but I had your hands in mine
But there were words
The unspoken beauty

We met and said goodbye
You are so far, I realized
Don’t cry or sorry,
I feel blessed that you were here

Time is such a dear thing, don't you think?
It brings strangers close, you and me
Up to this distance
heartbeat can't cheat

I thank you for the warmth
I need it for tomorrow's winter
Though you won't be here to hear me say
The unspoken honesty

Note:i didn't write it!

Miss YOu All!!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Wed, 09 Jan 2008 07:56:00 +0000

the Video is Here
This is a slide show video of my few friends. Most of them are currently on there respective ways. this specific pic is really close to my heart..."the five idiots!" i call it!
well..there was a time when we all were together.. laughing.. joking and playing with each other.. and now...everything has changed with time! but then...thats Life!!

Download Videos!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:50:00 +0000

This post is all about "How to Download Web videos?!?"
So let it be a flash animation or be a YouTube Video, the web has lots of it, but the trick is how to download them?!? Sometimes there are some links, sometimes some loopholes, but sometimes you may come across a site which wont show anything...no Url no downloading links, so what then??

To begin with, there are some online sites like TechCrunch or KeepVid, which asks for the Url of the video and when you feed it to the site it downloads the video for you. But you don't get successful every time, besides its painfully slow. And what if the video doesn't have any Url?!?

So the best thing is to use Real Player Gold 11. Its awesome!! First download it from "FileHippo" and thats all. After installing it, every time you play a online video, it asks you whether you want to download it or not. To download the video simply click on the Download tab on the top right hand side of the video. It easily downloads the video with a flv extension. Happy downloading!!

Tere Yaadein - Love Story

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 14:21:00 +0000

This is really a beautiful song. You have to listen it to understand what i actually mean. You wont find this song in any album or movie. Its from a love triangle named Love Story aired on Sony Entertainment. To Listen to the song Click Here

"Tere Yaadein lyrics"
Teri yaadein, mulakaatein, wo raatein aur baatein
Teri saansein, wo baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye
Tere bina mera jiya, sataayein kyun piya
Yaadon ne teri mujhpe, ye jaadu kiya re

Teri saansein, wo baahein, ab mujhko yaad aaye
Wo adaaon ki ghatayen, mere dil ko chhu jaayen
Pyari hai duniya saari, maine hai tujhpe waari
Dil mein, mere dil ne tujhse, yaari ki baazi hari

Tere khayalon mein, khayalon mein…
Bas tum meri nigaahon mein, nigaahon mein…
Bas tum wapas aa jao, mere paas, tum sadaa, wapas aa jao
Mere paas, tum sadaa… suna mera jahan, bhoola main hu kahan
Jaane hai jaane jaan, tera rahoon, Piya…(piyaa)…
Wapas aa jao, mere paas, tum sadaa, wapas aa jao

Mere paas, tum sadaa… piya tera jiya… (piya tera jiya)
Piya tera jiya… (piya tera jiya)… tu hai kahan
Tera karuun intezaar, tu mere dil ka karaar
Itna hai aetbaar, manoonga na main bhi haar.

A female version of this song is also available! Click Here

Telling Lies?!?

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:58:00 +0000

We all are familiar with the story "THE BOY WHO CRIED "WOLF". Ya ya...your correct, the very old same story giving the moral “One Should Not tell lies", where there was a Boy who played tricks on the villagers by shouting,"Wolf! Wolf! When there was actually no wolf around and every one came for his help only to find that the Boy had lied and then when there was really a wolf around, the Boy again cried, "Wolf, "Wolf!" but no one went to help him this time, and then the wolf ate the Boy"

But I think this story was a bit off track!! We need a new story for this present generation. So I came up with a brand new story, what if it was something like this;

Once there was a Boy who lived in a big village near a Bollywood studio, where the making of “Om Shanti Om” was going on! ya ya, the same movie of “Sharukh khan” and “Deepika Padukone!” Boy! “Deepika” is hot!

But then there was a big Jungle near this village where there were lots of wolfs!! This Jungle was called "Jungle Me Mangle" jungle. But the best part is that this village was really famous all around, coz the guys of this village were really dashing handsome!!

So one day the Boy was supposed to take all the sheeps of his village to this "Jungle Me Mangle!” jungle. The Boy was really bored of this work. So he thought to trick the villagers just for fun! So he got up and began shouting as loud as he could,

"Look! Look! “DEEPIKA” PADOKONE! SHE IS COMING...“DEEPIKA”!!

The villagers heard him, and at once they came running with pen and pads for the autograph.

“DEEPIKA”! “DEEPIKA”!" shouted the Boy; and they ran faster. At last they came up to him out of breath to see hot “Deepika”!

"Where is she?!?" Shouted all the handsome men from the crowd!

But the Boy only laughed and said: "There’s no “Deepika”! I only shouted in fun. And it was fun to see you all running as hard as you could!” The men were really angered. They came to see Hot “Deepika”. But they got tricked!

"You yanaa rascalaa…..mind it!" they said. "If you play trick like that again, we all will beat you!"

And they went back to their work in the village. For some days the Boy kept quiet. The shooting of Om Shanti Om was still going on. The Boy could listen to all the song of the film going on loud. “Dil mein mere hain dard-de-disco…dil mein mere hain dard-de-disco……dard-de-disco….” but he got restless again, and said to himself,

"I wonder if they will come running again if I cry Sharukh! Sharukh! this time”. It was such fun the last time!

So once more he began shouting, "Sharukh Sharukh, really SHARUKH!!"

Though the villagers were in doubt this time, but then coz it was SHARUKH this time, they all ran once again for the autograph. This time female villagers were also with the crowd. After all it’s Sharukh Khan!!

"Where is he?!? Where?” they cried, as they came up.

"NOWHERE!" said the Boy laughing. "It was so fun watching these ladies coming to see Sharukh...heohahahahha!!"

"You piece of shit...we will teach you a lesson you...you good for nothing, Kal muhhe" shouted a young lady form the crowd. And so they seized the Boy and gave him a good beating, and left him crying instead of laughing.

"Now the climax of the story is coming up!"
As the shooting of the movie is getting over, “Deepika” is really getting anxious to see the handsome guys of this village! She had listened from the locals that the villagers of this village were really handsome! And she was really fed up of “Sharukh”, Man! he is 40 after all! So one day she goes to this village in search of a handsome guy!

"Deepika”!?!” thought the Boy.
He was seeing “Deepika” coming towards him. He didn’t believe his eyes. Without much thinking he again started shouting, "“Deepika”! “Deepika”!....really “Deepika” “Deepika”!!!!”

But no one came this time. The villagers were sure that he was lying yet again.
“Deepika” saw this guy shouting her name! She instantly fell in love with this guy and this guy too fell in love with “Deepika”…ab wo kehtein hain na…love at first sight. The wolfs came up and ate away all the sheeps of the villagers!

The Boy and “Deepika” left and got married in the town! they had four children, Eni Mini, Minee Mo!! and then they lived ever happily!

Moral of the story: "If you wanna get married to someone as hot as “Deepika”, go to some village and become a Shepherd! And ya! don’t forget to LIE, after all telling lies is not bad at all!!"

P.S. - “Thanks for wasting up your time”

Dreamers

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:39:00 +0000

I was just wondering will it be Ok if we called a Poet just as a Dreamer?!?
But then, some may say that the poets are nothing but just dreamer, and that dreams of a poet have no practical value beyond the literary diversion! So, is it really true?!?

To me, the truth is that poets are just as practical as people who build bridges or those who built Jumbo jets, and just as close to reality and truth. Where they differ from the engineers and the scientists is in the temporal sense alone; they are ahead of their time, way ahead, whereas engineers and scientist are abreast of their time.

“Every forward step man takes in any field of life is first taken along the dreamy paths of imagination.”

It’s not like that dreams are practically useless, we shouldn’t forget the practicability of dreams. Albert Einstein did not see electrons coming or floating out of metal surfaces. First he dreamed the concept and then he gave away the “Theory of Photoelectricity” for which he got the Nobel Prize. Similarly Wright brothers didn’t just made up the first ever glider or an Aeroplane. They first dreamed what if they could fly, fly high in the sky like the other birds. People surely called them lunatics at that time. But then what? It was their dream and the engineering of today that we are seeing a jumbo plane like Airbus A380!

One who looks deeply inside poetry with an artistic eye will surely find the dreams of yesterday turned into magic of today and more which we will enjoy in the years to come by!

These dreamers are the one who are giving our present scientists and engineers the glimpse of beyond tomorrow and it is purely onto these present scientists and engineers to transform those dreamy dreams into realities of TODAY!

Other Dimensions!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 10:34:00 +0000

Living their entire lives in the shallow pond, the carp would believe that their universe consisted of the murky water and the lilies spending most of their times foraging on the bottom of the pond they would be only dimly aware that an alien world could exist above the surface. The nature of my world was beyond their comprehension. I was intrigued that I could sit only a few inches from the carp yet be separated distinct universes, never entering each others world, yet were separated by only the thinnest barrier, the waters surface.

I once imagined that there may be carp scientists living among the fish. They would I thought scoff at any fish who proposed that a parallel world could exist just above the lilies. To a carp scientist the only things that were real were what the fish could see or touch. The pond was everything. An unseen world beyond the pond made no scientific sense.

Once I was caught in a rainstorm, I noticed that the pond's surface was bombarded by thousands for tiny raindrops. The ponds surface became turbulent and the water lilies were being pushed in all directions by water waves. Taking shelter from the winds and the rain, I wondered how all this appeared to the carp, to them the water lilies would appear invisible much like the air and space around us. They would be baffled that the water lilies could move around themselves. Their scientists I imagined would concoct a clever invention called a force in order to their ignorance, unable to comprehend that there could be waves on the unseen surface they would conclude that lilies could move without being touched because a mysterious invisible entity called a force acted between them.

Once I imagined what would happen if I reached down and lifted one of the carp scientists out of the pond. Before I threw him back into the water he might wiggle furiously as I examined him. I wondered how this would appear to the rest of the carp.

To them it would be a really unsettling event. They would first notice that one of their scientists had disappeared form their universe, simply vanished without leaving a trace. Wherever they would look there would be no evidence of the missing carp in their universe. Then seconds later when I threw him back into the pond the scientist would abruptly reappear out of nowhere. To the other carp it would appear that a miracle had happened. After collection his wits, the scientist would tell a truly amazing story.

Without warning he would say, I was somehow lifted out of the universe and hurled into a mysterious nether world, with blinding lights and strangely shaped objects that I had never seen before.
The strangest of all was the creature that held me prisoner, who did not resemble a fish in the slightest. I was shocked to see that it had no fins whatsoever, but nevertheless could move without them, it struck me that the familiar laws of nature no longer applied in this nether world. Then just as suddenly I found myself thrown back in to our universe.

I often think that we are like the carp swimming contently in that pond. We live out our lives in our own pond confident that our universe consists of only the familiar and the visible.

We smugly refuse to admit that parallel universes or dimensions can exist next to ours, just beyond our grasp if our scientists invent concepts like forces. It is only because they cannot visualize the invisible vibrations that fill the empty space around us. Some scientists sneer at the mention of higher dimensions because they cannot be conveniently measured in the laboratory.
Ever since that time, I have been fascinated by the possibility of other dimensions.

This is a small extract form the bestseller Book “Hyperspace” by world famous Physicist Dr. Kaku!

“My Number Theory”

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:02:00 +0000

Well I’ve always said, "Numbers never show the talent of a child!" but my this little Hypothetical postulate needed some real world proof. Now…now what could be a better place than my own school to prove that?

I guess our class was full of geniuses! Really we have all kinda genius! To prove I can even give you few examples.

Example#1
For the sake of my legs and bones lets not call him with his name...hmm lets call Him "Fishi". He was the most genius boy of our class but he managed only 65 in maths coz he was so busy in cheating while examination that he didn’t even recognized that he had done 3Qstns of 5 marks each from his friends question paper which was of a diff SET...now that’s not only called being genius that’s called being generous too!!

Example#2
Teacher: “you..ya you...u sleepy face!”
Voice#1: “oh boy! Here we go again, fun time!!”
Teacher: "tell me the most important property of Water??"
Now this boy Pawan always preferred Hindi over any Language so as usual he gave his fantastic scientifically proven right answer!

Pawan: "Sir, umm..hmm.. paani thoda geela geela hota hai!"
Girls: heoheoheheheheh!
Teacher: "IS THAT THE MOST IMPORTANT PROPERTY OF WATER YOU LEARNED SO FAR?”

Voice#1: "now what’s wrong in his answer, it completely beats me!"
Me: "ya... I was gonna say water is transparent but I guess he was more correct!"

By now you must have got an idea of how genius we all were. Now back in the last few months before the finals, our principal launched yet another cunning plan to stop us from enjoying the school days! Now we were to give surprise class exams every month that too of 25marks! And so one day was that miserable day of surprise class test! Man!

Q1: "What is the acidic mass of KMnO4?"
Not that cunning KMnO4 again. Really this was too much.
I was really gonna write, "Sir, lets be honest! I am a genius and genius don’t need to give proves. I mean what good it will do to you whether the mass of this cunning KMnO4 is 10lts or 100lts. I mean u can always see it in books or it’s just that you really yourself don’t know the mass and so you’re asking me??"

But keeping the thoughts of earlier punishments and his well built body with those gigantic hands, freezing eyes and the newly arrived broad Dusters, I dropped the idea of publishing this ingenious answer of mine"

Q#2: What is the molecular structure of PCl5?
"holy crap! What kinda Q is that? If I knew answer to that Q wouldn’t I’ve been a teacher by now?"

And so the real day arrived, the result day!!! Now with the ingenious ways I gave the answers I was sure I was gonna get something around 17 or so out of those 25! I mean I may look dumb but managing 17 is not a big deal for someone as genius as me!! Now the teacher started announcing the marks…

Me: oh boy! I can’t wait!
Teacher: roll no.ONE: 1, roll no.TWO: 2, roll no.THREE: 3.....FOUR....roll no. EIGHT

Me: "oh boy! that me....but hey why is he calling the roll numbers and that to two times... roll no. one..one...what is that suppose to mean..??"
Voice#2: "you Junk head, he’s calling your roll numbers and marks together!"

…roll no. EIGHT...7

Voice#2: hey people! See…Our hero got 7 out of 25...hurray!! Let’s party...!!

So you see what I meant, I mean didn’t I said our class was full of geniuses. The highest number was 9 and for passing we needed 10! But what if I didn’t got it... I mean 7 is only 10 less than 17, but then as I've always said, "Numbers never show the talent of a child"

“PHOBIA OF PRACTICALS AND ARNAB!!”

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 16:48:00 +0000

Back in our school days we used to really love the practical periods more than theories..!! It’s not that we knew all about practicals... coz basically all the practical apparatuses were pretty much same to us, simple glass wares..!! I never came to know how the hell those useless technical balances or that burette or that damn salt analysis is done... god!

In the final exam also I didn’t understood how in this earth do we find out what cations or anions are present in those damn salts! Through out the practicals we were prone to so much danger, threat to our lives, but not from those cunning chemicals... but from our Chemistry teacher... for the sake of my life...I won’t take his name... Just call him “HIM”

Him: "you..ya you.. what’s the acidic mass of KMnO4?"
Voice#1: "hell.. don't ask me..i don't even know unit of mass, leave apart the acidic thing!"
Voice#2: is there something called KMnO4, how come I never heard of it?? He may be tricking you..??
Him: and how many sigma bonds are there in Propane...?
Voice#1: is this guy insane....now what in the name of god are sigma bonds dammit..??

While I was trying to speak something... but I guess my vocal cord just collapsed...

Me: “Err..umm..uhhaha..aa.a..a...sir..i gues..i dont ..kn..know.”
Him: Grrrr....
Voice#1: it was nice knowing you mate...R.I.P!

***BOOOM...DHAM...DHOOOOM...BOOOOM***

Damn...he gave me so many slaps... it felt like...crows were flying out of my tiny ears... and as if my cheeks were pinged by thousands of bees, the class was spinning over and over...!! I mean dammit...it was practical period...so why the hell he was asking these alien kinda questions. Any ways the real practical started..!!

It was really strange kinda experiment we have to do. First we were to take a burette and then fill it with this cunning...KMnO4 or whatever its name was, and then we were to find its Strength...hell...now how to do that...I really didn’t had any kinda idea...!! I read the practical book again and again, but I guess either my English was poor or the sentences were written grammatically wrong coz...hell I didn’t understood what they meant..!!

And to add to my miseries my partner in the experiment was this guy..hmmm..lets call him Arnab! Next to me he was the dumbest thing alive. Now we started the experiment. We copied all the steps that others were doing.. coz we really didn’t had any idea how this experiment was done.. !! There was a funnel over the long glass pipe called burette... and hell it was shaking, and it had a knob (open/close gate) in its end... Now the problem before us was... in which direction should we move it so what it would open, clockwise or anti clock wise!

Arnab: “its simple, clockwise yaar…there…let me do it.”
Me: "every time you go sure over something... it cause a great problem... I guess its anti clock wise...!"
Arnab: “You’re calling me a fool? I’ll show u…here…I was right!”

A group of nerds before us were laughing and really enjoying this problem of ours. Arnab rotated the knob of that delicate glass ware whose cost was around Rs500 in the clockwise direction. Yes, I guess he was indeed correct, the knob was really moving fast in that direction, but when it stopped after certain point... I asked him to stop... but that donkey... blockhead jerk moved it on and on... and then...

**CLICK***

The knob broke...there was a sudden pain in my ass and heart... my legs were shaking like hell... it was like my soul fell of my body!

Arnab (to Nerds): Hey fellows...I guess something just felled from your side... I heard something broke... Now Him (chem. teacher) is not gonna kill you... he will eat u alive....heohahhahah... so long suckers...!!
Voice#2: QUICK! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE YOU FOOL.. RUN!!
Arnab: Hey Keshav... these nerds broke something.. did you heard the sound...man…I was…

And with that incomplete sentence he looked into his hands to find that actually the knob was in his own hands. His face went pale instantly... he was half dead already.

Arnab: “Oh HELL… HIDE ME SOMEWHERE, HE”S GONNA KILL ME!!”
Me: "I don’t know you...who are you? Do I know you..??"

Arnab: lets keep this pipe to its original place and pick a new one, no one will know, quick give me your hanky...I will wipe out our finger prints from it!!
Me: calm down you moron...let me think...
Voice#1: with what?? Do you have a brain by any chance??

And so we changed it with a new one, and filled it with the cunning KMno4 again....and just sat down as if nothing happened my body was shaking so much from the fear of getting beaten up yet again. Hell! my legs and hands were not listing to my brain, they were shaking on their own! The pain in the ass and heart was getting greater and greater.

And then I suddenly heard the most sweet and calm noise of my life, the SCHOOL BELL!!
I don’t know how we managed to come alive from that Practical lab but it was from that day only that I got the Phobia for practicals and for........”ARNAB!!”

MORAL OF THE STORY: "Hell!! its always Anti clock wise!!"

HOW TO BUNK A CLASS!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 10:32:00 +0000

Bunking is so much fun...but what if you’re on the verge of bunking the class and suddenly you see the teacher coming and with a heavy heart....you have to take up the class…damn...nothing could me much boring than this..!!

Teacher: "hey you..and you...you..all of you inside the class right now..!!"
And then the excitement of bunking the class just goes in vain, the adrenalin in the blood, the happiness all around just dries up thinking about the upcoming 40 boring minutes..!!

Me: fellows, quick think something, I don’t wanna lay eggs in this class. I haven’t done the homework. She will kill me if she finds that out!"
Voice#1: "Hey...u...don’t give him any idea.. I wanted to see that movie last night... and this moron didn’t let me watch it.. You skunk!!"
Voice#2: "Yup...muahahahhahh.....!!"
Me: "oh hell!!"

Me: madam...but some of my friends are bunking the class...they said they didn’t like your class!
Class: hahhahahahah...!!
Teacher :( with a "YOU-JERK!" kinda looks) WHAT!....WHERE ARE THOSE IDIOTS..!! GO…GO now...and bring them here, I will kill them..!!
Me: muahahahhah...!!
Voice#1: holy shit!!

Me making a mental note: "BLAMING FRIENDS IS ALWAYS GOOD!"
And entered it in my holy book..."thou shall blame your friends for bunking the class"

So...with the satisfactory in the heart I went to find my friends...and after finding them...we had a nice game of basketball...!

Me: Hey fellows!
All Friends surprised!
Friend#1: hey dude...great, how come your here...?
Me: nothing pal...told that crow that I didn’t liked her class and i wanted to leave!
Friends#2: oh really! Good, let’s begin the game then..!!
Friend#1: did she know that we are bunking the class...?
Voice#1: ya ya..go ahead and say the name of the crook who told their names.. !
Me: ..umm..ahhh...I guess...umm..no..!!
Voice#1: Arhhhharhhrhr...!!
Friends were so much happy as if they got the bail after looting a bank!

Bell rang:
Teacher: where the hell is this boy and his friends.. ?
Girls: madam.. He tricked you... He bunked the class with your permission..!!
Class: hahahhahahah...!!
Teacher: Arhhhaghharrrr...!!

I went home with a swollen eye and a great pain in the ass due the punches and kicks of the blamed friends.. but its much better than being beaten up by the Professional... that too in front of the class! but ahh!.. tomorrow is always a challenge!

MORAL OF THE STORY: IF u dont mind a swollen eye and some pain in the ass... blame and BUNK..!!

Love Story!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 10:45:00 +0000

A real story happens to a girl in chennai recently.. must read

Her name was Priya. She was hit by a lorry. She is working in a call centre. She has a boy friend named Shankar. Both of them are true lovers. They always hang on the phone. You can never see her without her handphone. In fact she also changed her phone from Airtel to Hutch, so both of them can be on the same network, and save on the cost. She spends half of the day talking with shankar. Priya’s family knows about their relationship. Shankar is very close with Priya’s family. (just imagine their love) . Before she passed away she always told her friends “If I pass away please burn me with my handphone” she also said the same thing to her parents. After her death, people cant carry her body, I was there. A lot of them tried to do so but still cant , everybody including me, had tried to carry the body, the result is still the same. Eventually, they called a person who know to one of their neighbours, who can speak with the soul of dead person , who is a
friend of her father. He took a stick and started speaking to himself slowly.
After a few minutes, he said “this girl misses something here”. then her friends told that person about her intentions to burn her with her phone. He then opened the grave box and place her phone and SIM card inside the casket. after that they tried to carry the body. It could be moved and they carried it into the van easily. All of us were shocked. Priya’s parents did not inform Shankar that Priya had passed away. After 2 weeks Shankar called Priya’s mom. Shankar :….”Atte, I’m coming home today. Cook something nice for me.Dont tell Priya that I’m coming home today, i wanna surprise her.” Her mother replied….. “You come home first, I wanna tell you something very important.” after he came, they told him the truth about Priya.
Shankar thinks that they were playing a fool. He was laughing and said “dont try to fool me - tell Priya to come out, i have a gift for her Please stop this nonsense”. then they show him the original death certificate to him. They gave him proof to make him believe. (Shankar started to sweat) He said… “Its not true. we spoke yesterday. She still calls me. Shankar was shaking. Suddenly, Shankar’s phone rang. “see this is from Priya, see this…” he showed the phone to priya’s family. all of them told him to answer.he talked using the loudspeaker mode. all of them heard his conversation. Loud and clear, no cross lines, no humming. It is the actual voice of Priya & there is no way others could use her SIM card since it is nailed inside the grave box they were so shocked and asked for the same person’s (who can speak with the soul of deal perosns) help again. He brought his master to solve this matter. He & his master worked for 5 hours. Then they discovered one thing which really shocked them…

Hutch has the best coverage. Whereever you go, our network will follows!!!

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Medical Exam!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 10:30:00 +0000

We all were in our under wears this day. I was reading the labels on their under wears, most of them were from “Rupa”. And oh ya we were in our under wears coz it was our medical exam. We all were looking at each other with the strange looks. The strange smell all over the place, making it impossible to breath. I guess these other guys hardly knew what deodorants were, plus they didn’t understand our languages like Hindi or English, coz they all were from Manipur.

Voice#1: “Phew! dude if you kept on breathing this air, it will be you who’s gonna need some medical treatment!"
Voice#2: “quick! you moron, do something, make some sign languages and make them understand that they smell like skunks!"
Voice#1: “heohahhahah! if he did, he will surely need the medical care!”
Me: “shut up! U guys”

Then the medical officer enters and makes the alien talking disappear. Coz I didn’t understood them, I was just standing quietly in my under wear. First he reminds us that we do smell like skunks and then handed a long boring lecture.

Voice#2: “oh hello mr. officer, this boy haven’t taken bath from last 3 days!”
Voice#1: “I guess its not only this boy its, its all of them, you moron!”

We are then separated in the group of 10s. Luckily we all in our group of 10 spoke either Hindi or Eng. I was standing in the middle of the line. My Heart beating like hell, coz I knew i had a BROKEN NOSE, a defective LEFT EAR and the defective EYES, man I was in trouble!

After going through that medical molestation we were sent back to the back room where something strange was happening. Now, in our group of 10 no one understood their alien language! What we saw was there were these some Manipuri guys standing in odd way, with their both hands up in the air! I knew there was no use, asking them why they were standing like that coz we really dint understood there alien language and I was not in the mood of the sign language either!

"So we thought that this was some kinda new medical test. And so we all stood near them in the same manner.. standing in a odd way WITH OUR BOTH HANDS UP IN THE AIR"

Voice#1: hey dude! do ya remember, back in school days you used to get punished in the same manner, in front of the whole class!
Me: ya! Sure I do!
Voice#1: heohahahha!

After around 20min the medical officer again entered the room and as soon as he saw us he blasted into laughter and I knew suddenly that we have done something really foolish. Later I came to know that actually those guys were punished for talking too much during the medical test and were made to stand with their both hands up in the air!

MORAL OF THE STORY: “Learn some Alien languages!”

HOW TO GET FAMOUS?

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 14:36:00 +0000

Who in this world won’t want his old school day to come back....isn’t it folks..?
But for me...I guess I am an exception. Coz I have gone through too much of WWE wrestling with ma teachers and principal that...hell...I can’t explain...!!

I was in 12th then. It was a comparatively warm day in Chabua (my school). From morning only I wanted to play Football....don’t know why but hell I wanted to play football.
So me and all ma friends decided that we wud bunk the English or the Bio period....coz after English it was lunch so we cud continue and we all hated Bio period.

And so we bunked our English period.....what a day it was....though it were winter days....it was comparatively hot that day...so we all removed our sweaters...and some of us even removed there shirts!

Then suddenly the voices in ma head said:
Voice#1: hey...u moron...don’t remove your sweater...what if that monster (ma principal) is not absent!
Voice#2: what rubbish....he is absent today...this boy heard it from his class teacher..!!
Voice#1: but….What if...he is not..?
Voice#2: hey....don’t listen to him....you go on remove whatever u wanna remove...after all we live in a Democratic country...!!
Me: ya...it’s such a beautiful day...what possibly can go wrong..??

Ma friend: hell.... “Are u gonna pass that ball or not…u bumbass...??
Me: oh! ya....here we go folks.

And so I removed ma shoes...shirt....sweaters.....watch...!! I was really enjoying this game. “The game was on its peak…Pawan pass the ball yaar....ya ya...pass it...pass it.....hemm.....ohh..yaa....huuuh...huuh....Nishi....here I come baby....hell...and like always I missed a straight away goal.”

We were busy playing football...then suddenly…out of nowhere…
Voice#3: kinetic
Voice#1: hey u moron...it’s not a chem. period...let him play.
Voice#3: KINETIC..!!
Me: hey u guys...shut up and let me play.
Voice#3: K-I-N-E-T-I-C.

But then I understood what he meant by that, With a corner of ma eyes I saw ma Principal coming towards us on his Kinetic. Hell... he was indeed an Alien. Now I was sure...he must have got those eyes and ears like Superman...coz if not...then how the hell he was here...or may be the sixth sense like that of Spiderman.

Anyways...the damage was done already….but no one else saw him...it was me only. But for me every thing was happening in SLOW MOTION....I ran for ma life.....took ma sweaters.....the shirt of one of ma friends, the watch and ran towards ma class. When all of ma friends saw me running head over heels….they knew something was wrong…now….everyone was aware that something was wrong and so they all saw the kinetic man too. They all ran for their lives.

In class, the girls were surprised....they all were looking at me...like I was Sharukh Khan. I mean we all were huffing and puffing...but why the hell these girly girls were looking at me like that.

Anyways...I combed ma hairs and opened ma English book...and ya….ma English teacher was not in the class. And so we waited for there, feeling as like what prisoners feel before getting executed on a 4000V Electric chair.
"The Monster of our dreams...our Principal entered the class."

Princi: so....why you boys are so much huffing and puffing..??....Oh!...it must be the cold na...!!
He went near the blackboard and took the Duster in his hands, the best tool he could lay his hands on at that time. The class went drop dead silent.

A cute girl: Sir, are u gonna teach us something..??
Princi: Oh ya!
ALL BOYS: (thinking) Hell.....mommy...mommy......er..oh! My lord save me...save me..!!
Princi: so boys...what are you reading anyways...Oh ya..English..hmmm...!!
Princi: Hey you!...ya you…that owl kinda boy..ya…You. Dirty fellow… Whats ur name?
I was Shocked....first the girls and then the Princi... I just didn’t knew why....Do I look more handsome today?
Me:Ye...ye...Yes...si..s. Sir..its..Ke..K..

I don’t know why but all of a sudden there was a chilly sensation in my legs...I suddenly felt that ma legs were cold……DAMN....I FORGOT MA SHOES ON THE PLAYGROUND….that’s why…He’s gonna kill me today…..Quick…someone please dial 911.

Princi: Will you tell the class that where are your shoes??
Girls: heheehhehe…
Boys: muahuauahahhahaha..
Me: hmmm..e..s...sir...I…I was…
With that our eyes met…I could read his looks, they clearly said, “Bastard-Your-Dead”.

****BOOM....DHISHUM....BOOOM BOOOM!!!!****

And so that monster tried all the WWE stunts he saw in the show and one after another tried them on me...I was just like a dummy to him...damn...that wrestling with ma Princi went on and on.

MORAL OF THE STORY: If u wanna get famous in the school...Go…Bunk your class and play Football coz after that I got famous in the school..!

The next day,
Everyone to me: Hey Dude! aren’t u the same guy who played wrestling with our Princi??
Me: (With pain all over the body) ya!
Voice#3; muahuhahahhahahahhahh!

“INSOMNiA”

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 14:29:00 +0000

We had a new chemistry teacher. He was over all good. The chemistry class is going on. We all are taking notes on the 7th chapter of our text book.
I asked ma mate, Hey!” why are we taking notes of 7th chap…??..I mean what about the 6th one..?
Mate replied, “Oh! Really, are these the notes for the 7th chap…thanks man…I didn’t knew.”

Voince#1: that’s it…wake up you moron…be bold…stand up and ask the teacher.
Voice#2: what rubbish…he doesn't have the courage…cant u see…see how his legs are shaking, see!
Me: hey…who are u calling coward haan?

I turned to ma back and asked ma one more friend
Me: hey dude! Why is this lady giving notes on 7th chap…what about the 6th..?
Friend: “ya..i was gonna ask u the same…KESHAV WHAT ARE U DOING..??
Me: hey…why are u shouting man..? I just asked and where did you get that duster from..??
Friend: YOU IDIOT..YOUR AGAIN SLEEPi....
Me: hey watcya words…or else…

Then suddenly I don’t know why… I felt a great pain on back of ma head. Really the pain was something like…hmmm…as if I was beaten by a duster on ma head. But why would someone beat me until I was doing something really bad...hmmm...like sleeping in the cla………

Chem. Teacher: You idiot…HOW DARE YOU TO SLEEP IN MY CLASS..??
Me: ohh…wo wha…what sir..??
Class: heohahhha….muhahhahahha…
Chem. Teacher: ITS FOR THE SECOND TIME THAT U HAVE BEEN SLEEPING IN MY CLASS.

*****BOOM..#@$$@#%^# BOOOM*****

And so I yet again got beaten up. Actually back in 12th, I got this disease Insomnia. I wasn’t able to sleep the whole night. I mean in those days I was sleeping at around 3 or 4 in the morning. And I had to wake up at around 6am again. Damn…I was really getting frustrated…coz in absence of my natural night sleep I would sleep the whole day in the regular classes and then dream about weird dreams, but the painful part was that I would miss the games and bunking periods too.

The Puzzle Game

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 13:52:00 +0000

Back in our school days we didn’t had a single regular teacher. Our future was left in the hands of some local graduated students, who themselves were more confused than we were…plus there great language game…God!

Here’s an example. Our chem. Teacher is giving us the regular class notes.

Chem. teacher: dah sehange in dah tumprechar…(The sehange in dah temperature)
Me: Sir, what…what in what..??...i didn’t get u there…pls repeat that sentence.
Chem. teacher: DAH SEHANGE IN DAH TUMPRECHAR.
Voice#1: what the heck is he speaking…is that any new language…??
Me: (“Don’t know pal….I guess it is!”) ...hmm..sir sorry…I got the temperature part…but what did ya said before that…se..sehange..??

Now he was really getting mad over me besides ma friends were getting angry too coz I was disturbing in their sleep with these questions of mine.

Chem teacher: U eediyoot (idiot)..its sehange…”se-hen-ge”..got it..?
I thought to myself that it must be some technical name…
Cute girl: Sir, could you please write the spelling on the board.

Then he went to the blackboard and wrote “CHANGE”. Whole class broke into laughter. I mean, rather than taking the notes it was like playing puzzle games.

What a woman!!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Mon, 19 Nov 2007 16:49:00 +0000

The Accident

A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it’s a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them is hurt. God works in Mysterious ways.
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, “So…. you’re a man. That’s interesting. I’m a woman. Wow, just look at our cars! There’s nothing left, but we’re unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and be friends and live together in peace for the rest of our days”.

Flattered, the man replies, “Oh yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!”

The woman continues, “And look at this, here’s another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn’t break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune. “Then she hands the bottle to the man.

The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle and then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and
hands it back to the man.

The man asks, “Aren’t you having any?”

The woman replies, “No. I think I’ll just wait for the police….”

MORAL OF THE STORY:
Women are evil.

Don’t mess with them

I MISS U...!!

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 17:19:00 +0000

"THis is fOr mY....Cinderella"

This yearning in my heart
This confusion in my mind
The words left unspoken
Haunts me all the time

Everyday I watch pass by
With an emptiness in my life
And a hole in my heart
Where only you belong

There are nights I wake up crying
And wishing you were here
To hold me in your arms
And kiss away my tears

There is something that keeps me holding on -
What I'll never know
But one day things will go my way
And I'll have you in my arms

The Amazing Light Bulb

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 06:32:00 +0000

Light...is it..???
The incandescent light bulb was downright amazing when it was invented in 1809 by Humphry Davy. Nope, it wasn't invented by Thomas Edison.
Unfortunately, very little has changed about the light bulb since the turn of the 20th century. The device still wastes 95 percent of the electricity it consumes. And thanks to a deliberate design by manufacturers to encourage repeat sales (i.e. they are deliberately engineered to burn out), light bulbs still burn out after about 1,000 hours, requiring consumers to toss them into the garbage and buy new ones. (It's true: Light bulbs were invented in 1991 that last 60,000 hours, but companies refuse to mass produce them, since repeat sales of light bulbs would plummet. The bulbs sold to consumers today are designed to self-destruct.)

incandescent lights are a safety hazard (glass shards, anyone?) and an environmental hazard, since they produce massive carbon dioxide emissions from the coal power plants used to power these bulbs. They're incredibly cheap to purchase up front, but astonishingly expensive to use over time. A typical incandescent light bulb is ten times more expensive to operate than an LED light bulb. It also produces ten times as much carbon dioxide that contributes to global warming. Want to warm the climate? Turn on the lights!

So why, then, are so many people still using incandescent light bulbs? Primarily because they have no idea what it costs to actually operate them. The fact that these light bulbs are secretly slipping dollars out of your pocket every time they're used seems to go unnoticed by most consumers. All they see is the price tag at the store. And there, incandescent lights look really cheap.

Are Compact Fluorescent Lights the answer?
But what about CFLs? Everybody's crazy about CFLs all of a sudden, it seems. People know that CFLs use only about 1/3rd the electricity of incandescent lights. Of course, they flicker and hum, and they take a long time to warm up, but they do save on electricity compared to the extremely inefficient incandescent light bulb. So what's not to like about CFLs?

Mercury, for one thing.
All fluorescent lights contain mercury, period. It's the dirty little secret of the CFL industry. This is mercury brought into your home, and if you break a fluorescent light in your home, you are releasing a powerful neurotoxic heavy metal in your home! Birth defects, neurodegenerative diseases, developmental disorders, dementia... these have all been linked to mercury exposure. It's not even debated in the scientific literature. Even doctors readily admit that mercury is extremely toxic to the human body. (Dentists, of course, remain in bewildering denial and continue to place mercury fillings into the mouths of children, seemingly oblivious to the neurotoxicity of this extremely dangerous heavy metal...)

There's enough mercury in a single fluorescent light bulb to contaminate 7,000 gallons of fresh water.
I cringe to think about how much water could be contaminated by the recent fluorescent light giveaway programs hosted by big box retailers like The Home Depot, which gave away an astonishing 1 million fluorescent lights containing approximately 3 million mg of mercury (that's a whopping 3 kilograms of mercury!). And on what day did they choose to distribute these toxic light bulbs all across the country? Earth Day, of course! (It would all be rolling-on-the-floor hilarious if not for all the deformed babies that will probably result from widespread mercury contamination of our environment...)

So why are people rushing out to buy mercury light bulbs and place them in their homes? Because no one told them about the mercury, that's why! Of the hundreds of consumers I've talked to about this issue, very few (less than 4%) were aware of the mercury in fluorescent light bulbs. Sure, it's printed in microscopic text on the packaging of CFLs, but nobody reads that.

Why are we teaching high school students useless geometry theorems while neglecting to teach them how to read labels while shopping at the grocery store? Why are we teaching algebra but not how to estimate a 10 percent waiter's tip in your head? Our public education system is a massive failure, and if it weren't for the courageous sacrifices of the front-line teachers, counselors and school workers trying to make a difference, we would have no functional education system at all. for i think, It's time for massive reforms in this country...!!
Mike Adams.

"HEll: EXothermic OR Endothermic"

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 14:02:00 +0000

The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:

"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."

This student received the only A.

A Sad Love Story

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:32:00 +0000

this is sad love story of a boy who loved a girl but didn't had the courage to tell her how he felt for her....so read it to find out his story...!!

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called
"best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep.

She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:

I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!

I wish I did too... I thought to my self, and I cried.

CounterTHink

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:22:00 +0000

See and Think..!!

Adderall vs. Meth (comic)

Adventures of Vita-Man (comic)

Bush Saves Earth! (comic)

The Sunscreen Myth (comic)

All Natural Foods (comic)

"BET U DIDNT KNEW"

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 13:12:00 +0000

These are the few unexpected answers to some Odd Questions.

Processed and packaged meat products (hot dogs, bacon, sausage, etc.) are preserved with an ingredient that both the food industry and the USDA absolutely know causes cancer.
TRUE. The ingredient's name is sodium nitrite, and it's found in practically all packaged meats at any grocery stores. Both the food industry and the USDA have known for decades that this ingredient, when consumed, creates a class of chemical compounds known as nitrosamines which are highly carcinogenic (cancer-causing). The USDA actually tried to ban sodium nitrite in the 1970's, but was overruled by the food industry, which wanted to keep using the ingredient because it turns meats bright red, making them look fresh.

Silver fillings are safe to put in your teeth. Otherwise, dentists wouldn't use them.
FALSE. Silver fillings are nearly 40% mercury -- one of the most toxic heavy metals known to man. A single drop on your skin can literally kill you. A single drop in a lake poisons the entire lake. Silver fillings (actually "mercury fillings") generate mercury vapor in your mouth, which you repeatedly inhale or swallow. This puts mercury directly into your bloodstream where it causes birth defects (if you're pregnant) and nervous system disorders like Alzheimer's disease and dementia.

Surgical procedures must be proven safe and effective before being practiced on patients.
FALSE. There is absolutely no requirement that surgical procedures be proven safe or effective before being performed on any number of patients. Unlike drugs, surgical procedures are not "approved" by any centralized safety agency. As a result, literally millions of unnecessary (and dangerous) surgical procedures are performed on Americans each year.

The mainstream news outlets (cable news, national newspapers, network news) in America accurately report war events in Iraq.
FALSE. The first casualty of war is, of course, the truth. The U.S. media, both liberal and conservative, deeply distort war news by primarily relying on Pentagon reports that use a variety of distortions and linguistic tricks to keep Americans misinformed about actual events in Iraq. Solders wounded in Iraq who later die in European hospitals, for example, are never counted as Iraq war casualties. U.S. helicopters are never "shot down," they are always reported as merely crashing. U.S. missiles never kill innocent women and children, they merely cause "collateral damage." Iraqi men defending their homes are not described as freedom fighters defending themselves against occupying invaders, they are called terrorists and insurgents who engage in cowardly suicide bombings.

"DNA in a not so Scientific way"

noreply@blogger.com (KeshavThapa) — Thu, 25 Oct 2007 12:56:00 +0000

This is how we should see Our DNA...!!

Our DNA -- is a symphony of expression that will never be understood until researchers start to think holographically rather than sequentially. DNA is a wonderful mystery, as is any good symphony, or novel, or collection of poetry. And just as a novel is more than the sum of its words, a human being is more than the accounting of her DNA. Let me give you a simple example to make this all more apparent.

In the paragraph below, each word represents a gene. What is this paragraph trying to say?

a, a, a, above, air, all, almost, alone, and, and, and, anywhere, as, breadth, brought, by, cluster, color, combining, crate, crooked, dropped, evening, fine, first-water, follow, freedom, from, glossy, greater, hair, hazy, i, i, image, in, in, in, in, it, it, it, it, it, i've, i've, i've, jewel, later, little, luster, might, moon, moon, new, of, of, of, of, on, one, one, or, ornament, over, please, pulled, put, run, seen, shining, shining, slowly, some, sorts, start, the, the, the, the, the, the, tilted, tree-and-farmhouse, trees, tried, tried, try, walking, wallow, water, with, with, wonder, you, your.

Presented as such, it seems to be nonsense, right? This is the Western view of the human genome, where each "word" (or gene) stands on its own, existing in some isolated way for the purpose of governing the construction of some correlated physical structure. Western scientists even use the term, "words" to describe genes, and they describe the variation in the protein sequences as different "spellings" of those words. Yet they completely miss the grammar of those words: the music, the poetry, the linguistics.

So let's take those same words (genes) and rearrange them to create music. Or poetry, as it were, thanks to Robert Frost:

The Freedom of the Moon

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.

Do you see the difference? They are the same words as the nonsense paragraph shown earlier, but now suddenly the words create something far more complex and intelligent than the sum of their parts. Through the arrangement of the words, or the symphony of words, Robert Frost takes us on a journey that touches on the human experience, our relationship with nature and the meaning of life itself. All this has been brought forth by a set of words that seemed meaningless when read in isolated, absent the context of their interrelationships (or holographic relationships).

DNA is poetry, you see. And as long as Western scientists continue to look at genes in isolation, they will only see a scramble of isolated words whose meaning remains forever elusive. But genuine, curious scientists who are true enough to their own hearts to take a leap of faith at believing in the symphony of nature will find something far different in human DNA. They will find poetry, symmetry, harmonics... and a song of life that, if truly understood, would humble even the most brilliant among us.