<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2025 02:31:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>life</category><category>courses</category><category>chats</category><category>cubing</category><category>testimonial</category><category>nation</category><category>poem</category><title>Saucy Unplugged</title><description>A compilation of my day to day events and experiences.   &#xa;   My observational reports as the world passes by me.&#xa;&quot;I am part of all that I have met&quot;&#xa;</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>606</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-1003731494670576242</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2018 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-08-20T20:35:29.398-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy birthday</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I completed yet another revolution around the sun. This one, actually, was not particularly kind one. I was diagnosed and came face to face with a an invisibly crippling condition. I also faced some hard truths about the bad decisions I made previously in my personal life. Some things just keep hounding you back. For a long time. Very long time. I hope not a very very long time. I took some time, despite the shortness of my attention span lately, to reflect the series of bad decision that led me here. Needless to say, it a was source of much misery.&lt;br /&gt;
I am also scheduled to be betrothed in the coming year that brings a lot of uncertainty. A friend recently noted that I held unhealthy amount of cynicism for a guy decided to enter the nuptials. It came to me as an unhidden revelations. One of those things you always see but never notice. I don&#39;t know if that&#39;s good, bad or ugly.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2018/08/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-3664334857103607841</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2018 20:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-08-13T16:52:33.869-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happiness</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Sometimes I think I just don&#39;t WANT to be happy. And there is nothing anyone can ever say or do change that. I hear a lot of &#39;you should be happy&#39;, being happy is cure of all diseases&#39;, why are you so sad&#39; or just &#39;cheer up&#39; or some variation of the above. But as easy as it sounds, it does not cheer me up. Something just doesn&#39;t feel right when I am happy. May be I can guess but I am not sure. I am tired of pretending to be happy. I feel more at ease when I am sad but not quite because I am not happy. This kind of reminds me something I seen a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2018/08/happiness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/XwWG4t0IG98/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-59544347524814572</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2018 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-05-30T09:00:23.786-05:00</atom:updated><title>Everything hurts</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I have pain in the muscles of my body I have never heard the names of. Everything I do, hurts something or the other. There are times, like these days, lifting a bottle of water feels that border-painful stretch in the biceps and triceps. Sometimes, just typing on keyboard is painful from the elbow and below. The wrist joints hurt with anything that puts pressure on them. I cannot stand 5 sec without having pain in the quads and hamstring and few seconds later in calf, Achilles, shin, sartorius. ALL the muscles in legs start to hut as I begin walking. I don&#39;t even know the names. After 10 minutes of walking, I feel so exhausted that it feels as if I have been running for hours and just took a break.The neck and shoulder are perennially stiff and painful. There are spots that are painful to touch spread all over my back from the neck to the hip. Sitting on a chair for longer than few minutes gives that uncomfortable nagging pain in the lower back. The daily activities that used to take effort, now seem like a challenge. I have to wait and be wearing dirty cloths until I feel strong enough to do the laundry for myself. (This involves walking up and down the stairs with a few loads). I have been cooking a lot less. I so much like to cook my own food but this is a challenging activity now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps the thing that I fear most is that I am finding it harder and harder to focus on something. I don&#39;t know if there is something wrong with me or I just lost interest. I feel I have to make a lot of effort sometimes just to follow a conversation with someone let alone read a paper. I have been so unproductive at work.&amp;nbsp; Days pass by and I hate myself for the amount of work I have done. I am afraid that eventually I am going to run out of patience and good-will of my employers and not be wanted for the the level of (un)productive work I perform.&lt;br /&gt;
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From being so full of energy just an year ago when I graduated with Ph.D. to this. I miss so much the things I used to do. Not to mention the people I loved before I moved. I cry so often. Thankfully not as often as few months ago. But there are still times when I am trying to do something simple and it starts to hurt, and start by asking why, how and then a stream of negative thoughts bring tears eventually. Sometimes I go to the men&#39;s room at work so that no one can see me. In short, life has just changed so fast within an year. I do not like my new life. But I think this is what living with fibromyalgia might feel like.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2016/12/happiness-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-6287470290467262677</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2016 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-04-27T22:48:09.423-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #f5f8fa; color: #292f33; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 0.26px; line-height: 32px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;सारी दुनिया उजड़ चुकी है 
गुजर चुका है मेला;
ऊपर है बीमार सूर्य 
नीचे मैं मनुज अकेला।
~ रामधारी सिंह दिनकर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Refugee camp in Jordan is its 4th largest city. Except it is not a city but a camp set up in the middle of desert. How fucked up is that.&lt;br /&gt;
So much for Germany which has taken few hundred thousand people under refuge. But no one talked about Jordan until I saw this on bbc news. 1.5 million refugees. I have new found respect for the King of Jordan. They need support from rich nations. I hope someone in power gets to read this.&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-35492705</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2016/02/refugee-camp-in-jordan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-7109643118184703834</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2016 03:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-01-10T21:19:34.407-06:00</atom:updated><title>How is the weather?</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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“Just like the invention of the printing press made the Bible readily available to the faithful, creating a personal relationship between them and god without the need for liturgy, the internet has undercut the repository of formal knowledge. Today, we are learning to solve our own problems.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Read the whole article &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.openthemagazine.com/article/business/sridhar-vembu-the-code-breaker&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-power-of-internet-and-why-i-adore-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-3592313401286786543</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2015 01:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-19T19:41:13.752-06:00</atom:updated><title>Being a women in India</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
So much has been said, heard and written about the topic that whatever I write from here will be repetition. I read an article from a fellow blogger on her personal &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thethoughtexpress.com/2015/10/what-is-it-like-to-be-born-girl-in-india.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;experience&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
I grew up seeing much of the ingrained prejudices that I never realized that they were sexist prejudices. More traveled and more read, I can see why they such harmful to your society. Of course I cannot see the side described in the post as first hand because of my born gender. But if I were to repeat there are so many things we are told growing up that girls are &#39;not supposed&#39; to do or things that girls are &#39;supposed&#39; to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is an interesting take on what would happen if the world of (wo)men is reversed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi five to the production team!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/11/being-women-in-india.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/8NgvxN9RJSg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-8689590236384403283</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2015 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-18T21:59:15.405-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hope</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Hope is a dangerous thing! It can keep you in grad school forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am stuck at something beyond which I cannot see. It needs a harder push. I can&#39;t see things beyond this obstacle. I don&#39;t know if anything exists beyond this obstacle. There is only hope, a belief, that there exists a world beyond it, to which I am holding on to it.&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/10/i-believe-i-can-see-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/HEdzyFJLRbc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-4070117947438701649</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2015 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-10-01T18:21:36.803-05:00</atom:updated><title>How did I do it?</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It&#39;s that time of the year again when I start working like an ass and do nothing else. Anything other than work is chore, including sleeping, resting, eating and socializing. I have noticed a pattern in the years of my PhD. As the winter sets in something or the other happens to trigger a series of too-much-work days. But I&#39;m hoping this be my last year so. With my advisor leaving university and my project ending in August of next year, it will be difficult to go beyond that. But I don&#39;t want to hover close to that deadline. The biggest road block would be writing papers. I seem to take like forever to write papers.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, talking of PhD in last four years there is one more thing that I have noticed. This is more of a confession though. My self-confidence has crash-landed in the last four years. These are the worst set of four years for conference boosting. Year by year, I realized how I struggled and stumbled through the process. Not that I don&#39;t like to do research but it is the realization that I&#39;m not as good as I want to be or expected to be in doing so. I don&#39;t remember a lot of times when my advisor said I was doing a good job. On the contrary, I do remember him saying I wasn&#39;t. In all honesty, I don&#39;t think I have put my best efforts. I could have done better if I was not frolicking around at times. This is the part that hurts the most. I have little less than a year to compensate. I don&#39;t want to go out with a feeling that I didn&#39;t do enough. That I didn&#39;t try hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;
Before all this happened, I was convinced that I can do research forever and this is one thing I can do forever. But now I think if I had so much stumbling around during the first step of research career so to speak, can I really sustain? I don&#39;t like it any less but if I&#39;m not able to contribute anything worthwhile then what&#39;s the point?&lt;br /&gt;
I have learnt a lot during past years and they were golden years of learning. There is so much more I know about fluid mechanics and working of nature than I knew before. All thanks to PhD! In spite of the golden experience, grad school can be a treacherous terrain. PhD can break you. It isn&#39;t for faint hearted. I&#39;m sure once I&#39;m done I&#39;ll look back and wonder: Did I really do it? How did I do it?&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m looking forward to that day.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/10/how-did-i-do-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-2700379234137182665</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2015 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-27T01:13:21.784-05:00</atom:updated><title>New</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
This Saturday, while biking to the library to the library I helped three lost kids find their way to liquor store. I felt very helpful today. This is start of new academic year and the campus was hustling bustling with undergrad kids. I&#39;ve been going to library to find peace for writing. I think it may be just change of environment which is (was) working. But for couple of days it was very productive writing session. I&#39;m working on my second paper for Journal of Fluid Mechanics. The first one is in limbo with my advisor so actually both of them together are first and second paper. Writing is a very arduous task to me. I don&#39;t know why but I find it difficult to compose scientific sentences. But I have to do it anyway so I&#39;m putting my head into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and I think I forgot to break the news here that my adviser is leaving the university. Before me :P&lt;br /&gt;
He is moving to New York as a dean of some other University. So there is a little bit of uncertainty what will happen and how I&#39;m going to finish but I have been assured smooth transition. Anyway, if the project I&#39;m working on is here I don&#39;t have much to worry about. I might have to find a new committee member if not a new adviser. So I want to finish a lot of stuff as long is he is still here.&lt;br /&gt;
Another friend of me is moving away for a long time and there is a bit of uncertainty when, where we will meet. We have been more attached than we thought we were. That was a discovery made in last month. So it&#39;s all happening at the same time. But focus is really getting my PhD now. I need to put my head and get done with this thing. I&#39;m looking at next summer for graduation. May, if I work hard enough and then I have summer to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/09/new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-6870795604668889198</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2015 19:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-18T14:29:25.819-05:00</atom:updated><title>Heart wrenching story of Ahmed</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Of course this is only one of the many heart-wrenching stories, probably worse than his. It has been called deepest circle of hell. It is already being compared to migration during the World War.&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-34290197&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is a clip of Ahmed playing among the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-34270190&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/09/heart-wrenching-story-of-ahmed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-7112508483798733219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2015 18:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-09-11T10:39:19.109-05:00</atom:updated><title>Selfie from the top</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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I hiked 3 14ers with this guy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Second one is not from the top but somewhere near it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Groupie from the top&lt;/div&gt;
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Last week into the hike I was preparing all summer. This is getting real. I am a tiny bit nervous because I don&#39;t want to pickup injury here. There are a couple of niggles still. Some stiffness in the neck from last weeks incident. Slight hamstring tightness. Hoping to iron them out in few days time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was dog-sitting for 2 days at a professor who is travelling. &lt;i&gt;Hera&lt;/i&gt; was such an adorable dog. He loves human presence. He had demeanor of an elderly gentleman. He would follow me around the house like satellite. That expression on his face!&lt;br /&gt;
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I received 5 rakhis just in time (actually 1 day late) for &lt;a href=&quot;https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raksha_Bandhan&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Rakshabandhan&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. My sisters love me too much :) And they keep putting stuff on facebook about me. Even some photos. So even though Im not on facebook, my traces are there. They just love me too much.&amp;nbsp;To be dead honest, all this attention makes me nervous.&amp;nbsp;I am trying to do justice in the amount of pride they take in having a brother in me. Do I deserve all this?&lt;br /&gt;
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End of August.&lt;/div&gt;
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In the next two weeks I am going to attempt the Mt. Whitney hike. These mountains are one of the most preserved natural parks in the U.S., devoid of all human activity. I am very excited to see such a place. Sources say that it has breathtaking views of the mountain and the sun, and all that nature has to offer in that terrain.&lt;br /&gt;
I have grown to like breathing the mountain air. They are so pristine. I get transported to a different epoch. The serenity and calmness that the magnanimous scale of the mountains bring is just humbling experience. I cannot describe it. You have to see it, feel it, smell it. I don&#39;t know if I will ever live in the mountains. Or if I will still like it as much if I do. But this is the feeling I have at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hike involves walking&amp;nbsp;11 miles&amp;nbsp;up to the peak of Mt. Whitney with an elevation gain of 6200 feet. The summit is 14,500 ft. And then return on the same trail. This has to be done in a single day because we don&#39;t have a permit to stay longer than that. Entry is highly regulated into the reserve. All in all a very strenuous activity for my lean figure. But I hope the view from the top will be worth it. The feeling of accomplishment combined with the sheer beauty of mountains is what I am thinking right now. There is no feeling parallel to it. I&#39;ve been preparing for it throughout the summer. I&#39;ve heard stories about people attempting it and coming back mid-way for various reasons. Someone told me about a guy who completed in his fourth attempt. This puts a little doubt in my mind but I have to quickly dispel it before it grows. I have realized that a good part of physical capability is mental. So I can at least get that going. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Currently I am nursing a pulled muscle in the neck. It shouldn&#39;t last more than a week; which gives me enough recovery time. The D-day is September 7. Wish me luck! Or at least wish clear skies.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;Who is but the for following function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;-- V&lt;br /&gt;
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The fun thing about initiating conversation with strangers is that it tells you a lot of things about yourself. When meeting someone without any prior contact it is easy to be what you want to be without an pressure of what you are expected be. And if you are not going to see these people again they are not afraid to just say their opinion about how or who they found you to be. That makes me like connecting to strangers. There are billions of them!&lt;br /&gt;
Quite unlike my former years, with increasing numbers on my age, I have learn&#39;t to express and be more open about my feelings as long as it does no harm to anyone else. I realized that everyone is as afraid about initiating connections with people as I am. That makes all of us on the same page. So we can just skip the deadlock and start connecting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Side note: I successfully completed 10k race on this weekend with a time of 53:02. :) I was faster than I expected. I like surprises. I like to surprise myself. Never mind the pain in lower leg that followed. Still doing the cold compresses. :\&lt;/div&gt;
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Keeping up with the social norm of celebrating ones birthday, I was out with a dozen friends to eat at a nice Italian restaurant. They had interesting pictures framed all over the walls. We brought back their menu with a finny picture of Mona Lisa with the noodles. This is in our living room wall now.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was certainly made to feel important on this day. So much that I was embarrassed at one point to receive this much attention :/. I usually like to live low. There were even gifts. Birthday apart, it was a fun evening and we all enjoyed gormandizing on Italian cuisines. It was nice to see some friends after long time. Here is a picture (with poor lighting. apparently Italians like to eat in dark) to freeze the moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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(In case you didn&#39;t realize I borrowed the title from a&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUz48xw_OiM&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Billy Joel song&lt;/a&gt; :D. )&lt;/div&gt;
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So I complete integral number of revolutions around the sun. For 29th time in history. I always wondered what significance does it carry and why or whether we ought to celebrate it. And be crazy happy about it. But it feels nice to be important among your coterie of friends. So in order to commemorate this feeling of gloating self-importance I will follow the traditional ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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I cannot imagine a whole lot what kind of day it must have been. I was born this day on a rainy morning. That&#39;s what my mommy told me. I was in a dingy hospital so it must have been a dingy smell I was smelling. Phenol or other disinfectant. (I visited this hospital countless times and my nose has the most of the recollection from that place). It was probably dimly lit. My mom was calm and relaxed, as she also told me. My family visited. I can guarantee it was a happy day in my family (or so I hope :D). So I will &#39;remember&#39; that day today and hold a toast for my folks who created me and made me the man I am. I&#39;m thankful to have the opportunities in all these years that let me learn and love so much!&lt;br /&gt;
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Following is a poem which will hopefully convince you to follow that whatever you desire in your heart. The love of having tried-and-failed versus having not-tried-at-all.&lt;br /&gt;
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In &lt;i&gt;Memorium Arthur Henry Hallam&lt;/i&gt; by Lord Alfred Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;I envy not in any moods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The captive void of noble rage,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The linnet born within the cage,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That never knew the summer woods:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I envy not the beast that takes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;His license in the field of time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Unfetter&#39;d by the sense of crime,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;To whom a conscience never wakes;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Nor, what may count itself as blest,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The heart that never plighted troth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nor any want-begotten rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I hold it true, whate&#39;er befall;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I feel it, when I sorrow most;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&#39;Tis better to have loved and lost&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Than never to have loved at all.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Thanks to great English teachers and all the poetry classes I took in high school that I can actually make sense of these classics. Mrs. Gandhi and Mrs. Chatterjee, thank you. It has taken me about six years to actually come to terms with the above wisdom. Wiser and older I am willing to let go things. &quot;&lt;i&gt;To hold, you must first open your hand. Let go.&lt;/i&gt;&quot; Lao Tzu.&lt;/div&gt;
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Camping is one of the favorite summer things to do in the states of Minnesota and Wisconsin. It has kind of grown onto me. I went back to the same woods we were last year. Brought back some old memories and made some wonderful new ones. I won&#39;t see some friends in a long time so I will remember this for quite some time. On both nights I saw the sky filled with stars. The kind of starry night I haven&#39;t seen in years! There were shooting stars to spot every now and then. I spotted 3 on each night. They say that whatever you wish for with the shooting star comes true. I made a few. You are not supposed to say out what you wished else it won&#39;t work. I think mine will not come true. It is long ask and I already see it in troubled waters. :|&lt;br /&gt;
I think last time I saw was in my old town where I grew up as a little kid in India. When the power was out we would hang out under the sky in big group of my extended joint family. I might have been 10 or something. More memories.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tumbled upon the page www.theminimalists.com. I have always been attracted to the idea of minimalism but never quite formally adopted it. I cannot claim to be true minimalist but I try to include it in my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;
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In relation to what I posted earlier&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4cV8yfgNyI&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4cV8yfgNyI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/08/camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc1DpWEkEUoZsAOkCrkFY45eJF-DClnU6CRBLSRKZBc10zeIZtu8OjL5VIKpUdq0nfaCfzPY07ZyJtAYhH1YhQ9FfMP62awYfxzY_yiyyMgIO-pl8m1RcfmRaQIIL8Z-_XpGkpiQ/s72-c/20150808_121844.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-3147636637861422077</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-31T16:50:43.920-05:00</atom:updated><title>Cloud</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Sometimes life can be a mess. I have a lot of things which are to be done. I am stuck in a &lt;a href=&quot;http://serialmentor.com/blog/2014/6/18/how-to-develop-a-research-question-part-ii&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;cloud&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt=&quot;Figure 2: How we would like to do science (left) and how it actually works (right). Here, A represents what we currently know and B represents what we would like to know. Our desire is to move from A to B in as direct a line as possible. However, we usually get stuck as we are approaching B, things don&#39;t work out, and we keep taking detours and going in circles. Uri Alon calls this state &amp;quot;the cloud.&amp;quot; Eventually, we give up on reaching B and instead head for C, a new insight that we found while wandering in the cloud. Usually, C represents the solution to a problem we weren&#39;t even aware of when we started. After U. Alon [1].&quot; src=&quot;http://static1.squarespace.com/static/520efa66e4b09ffb67f7236a/t/53a2355de4b00d76447a51d9/1403139423859/?format=500w&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Figure Caption&lt;/u&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: rgba(41, 41, 41, 0.701961); font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 20.1599998474121px;&quot;&gt;How we would like to do science (left) and how it actually works (right). Here, A represents what we currently know and B represents what we would like to know. Our desire is to move from A to B in as direct a line as possible. However, we usually get stuck as we are approaching B, things don&#39;t work out, and we keep taking detours and going in circles. Uri Alon calls this state &quot;the cloud.&quot; Eventually, we give up on reaching B and instead head for C, a new insight that we found while wandering in the cloud. Usually, C represents the solution to a problem we weren&#39;t even aware of when we started. After U. Alon [1].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;&quot;&gt;[1] U. Alon (2009)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://wws.weizmann.ac.il/mcb/UriAlon/sites/mcb.UriAlon/files/uploads/nurturing/howtochoosegoodproblem.pdf&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #2c36c3; flex: 0 1 auto; font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;How To Choose a Good Scientiﬁc Problem.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mol. Cell 35:726-728.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #292929; font-family: Helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19.2000007629395px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Personal life is not going great too. But all that will be thing of past soon I will start over. I hope. I will.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://saucy-unplugged.blogspot.com/2015/07/cloud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sauc)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28001886.post-1753584423170064389</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2015 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-27T18:16:03.227-05:00</atom:updated><title>There is so much left unfound!</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Here is a beautiful song I recently discovered. I have been playing it on repeat since past few days&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somewhere in this lonely world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is a place where I belong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I have seen its fields and streams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;They&#39;ve been revealed in my dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But you see I cannot settle down&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;There&#39;s just too much left unfound&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I keep drifting like a cloud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.24;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;On the wind, on the wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Each day in our lives we come across a lot of people. We like them or we don&#39;t but we form connections with each and every one of them. (Let me take small pit-break here and announce that instead of forcing my experiences/opinions on &#39;&lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;&#39; I will start addressing to us as&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;. I still believe that it is applicable to many, if not most, of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;). Moving on, the feeling of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;likeness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;is based on &amp;nbsp;how much I can associate or identify myself with others. The basic instinct of humans is to like over dislike and love over hate. If you don&#39;t know someone it is easier to love them than hate them. To hate someone it is essential to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;them. But to love it is not. Hence, I argue, love is more pervasive than hate. Someone long ago said to me: &#39;familiarity breeds contempt&#39;. I was a bit pissed off after hearing this because this someone was someone with potential of being someone more familiar and special. Now, older and wiser, I cannot help but wonder how true this is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of all those connections I wonder whether some could have been (or could be) more meaningful than others. But more often these connections are left unexplored (for good reasons, I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it is simply plain old fear of rejection. Sometimes I just wonder if I am being &#39;greedy&#39; in wanting more out of relationship and then go on to impose selflessness in my ways. Sometimes, in cases where applicable, it is the fear of falling into the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;abyss&lt;/i&gt;. Other times I happily embrace the nomad inside me and let it guide me through unattached living. Or I just get too lazy to make&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;iota&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of effort. Whatever the reason, there are a many connections in the world that are being explored and many others being unexplored.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it would be apt to end this post with following lines from a famous ghazals. Ghazals are so beautiful, they just get me every time. This is so true in the modern ultra-fast paced society.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Har taraf har jagah beshumaar aadmi,&lt;br /&gt;
fir bhi tanhaiyon ka shikar aadmi&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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