tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51180700122512062262024-11-05T18:48:20.789-08:00"A drop in an ocean is something that we use metaphorically to signify how small is the significance of a matter or an effort with respect to the whole scenario that it is concerned with. This Blog is a delibrate attempt to create a difference in this conventional thinking ideology."Joyson Johnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13540550981168043560noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5118070012251206226.post-9415075282774597082009-10-04T20:05:00.000-07:002009-10-04T20:28:50.150-07:00

Recylcing our lives....A poem written by my 13yr old brother few years back.When a 13yr old can understand such a serious issue dealing with our lives on earth, how can we grown ups act in such an immaturish way??Mother NatureWhat a lovely day,Through a lonely way.When through the once woods I wander,Seeing the wounded nature I wonder;What

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Slumdog Millionaire, the recent Academy Award winning movie, that brought Indian Cinema in lime lights and made us all proud has often been blamed, that the former is a derogatory term with respect to India. How far is this true? As proud citizens of India, when we saw Slumdog Crorepati- (the Indian version of the Oscar laureate) stretching ourselves on the soft cushions of

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As I was hurrying through the giant list of e-mails in my inbox (luckily yahoo has got a good inbox capacity), I stumbled across a mail. There was nothing special about this mail. It was not wrapped in a Silver foil, it dint have any animations or pictures to make it alluring, just some raw lines from a usual Mailer. But as I began to read through the lines in a rustle, I found something that

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Here I sit on my recliner,Out on the balcony in the tepid yet soothing breeze of air,Warm as its been days since it last rained on this part of the earth,An unavoidable repercussion of urbanisation,The light of the moon seems to soak into the amalgamation of heavenly and human creations,It overlaps the entire expanse in front of my eyes with a blanket of monotonous white light,How serene seems

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A drop accounts for a negligible, lets say microscopic percentage of an ocean. Nature, has always been one of man's supreme teacher. Lessons taught by nature has empowered man to break his own limits of growth and technological advancement. So, what has a drop in an ocean got to do with man's growth and human life? It is paradoxical to say- man paves the path of his growth by digging his own

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