People assume that challenges come with growing up. The same people assume that we as young adults dont have enough challenges in our life, just as we assume children dont have enough challenges in theirs.
I think what we forget is that the challenges always exist. When you're younger its something simpler like "what is a good excuse to skip school today" to "how do i avoid that bitchy girl/bully at school" or just peer pressure or being a laughingstock.
As young adults its career, education, results or not enough results.
As we grow older its our children and our family and retirement planning etc.
I think the challenges always exist and at the time that we face them, they seem surreal and HUGE but as we grow, the level of challenges also grow. I mean you cant expect the same level of obstacles in Level 1 of the game called life as you do in maybe Level 10?
What do u guys say?
Yea I know its a depressing idea it means that its never gonna get easier just harder
Saturday, March 04, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Are we Useful as a Species
Biologist E O Wilson, as well as other scientists, have studied the complex interdependence among various species in the biosphere. He found that every species makes a constructive contribution — small or great — to the ecology of the planet. For example, if vegetation — grasses and shrubs — decrease, herbivores suffer. And if the number of herbivores decrease, the carnivores are affected. Wilson found that only the human species does not contribute to the ecology. If we became extinct, there would hardly be any problems for other species or for the eco-logy. In fact, most ecological problems would be solved if humans became extinct. Arguably humans constitute the most intelligent species on the planet. Yet, science indicates that "intelligent" humans are nothing but a burden for the planet. Normally in a classroom the more intelligent a student, the more potential he has to make a positive contribution. Then why is it that the most intelligent species on the planet is making not a positive but a negative contribution to its biosphere?
The balance article available at below is on a different tangent …
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1435769,prtpage-1.cms
The balance article available at below is on a different tangent …
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1435769,prtpage-1.cms
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Conversations...
As a patient onlooker
one silently observes
the converstaion
between two people...
the gradual drift of one
from active reaction
to passive monologue
A mental shift
into another frame
another thought
till each reaches
the satisfaction
one of speech
the other of thought
and both... of feelings.
Sometimes...
In shy eye contact
or uneasy exchange
Some innocent questions
remain
the silent ocnversation filler
maybe time, wind or weather...
or - unknown and irrelevant streets...?
And sometimes...
suddenly mid conversation
in a second of distraction
The starin of thought lost
when mentally
another one holds preference
next moment
forgotten in reflection...
What confused bewilderment!
Converstaions...
As a patient onlooker
one silently observes
the converstaion
between two people...
the gradual drift of one
from active reaction
to passive monologue
A mental shift
into another frame
another thought
till each reaches
the satisfaction
one of speech
the other of thought
and both... of feelings.
Sometimes...
In shy eye contact
or uneasy exchange
Some innocent questions
remain
the silent ocnversation filler
maybe time, wind or weather...
or - unknown and irrelevant streets...?
And sometimes...
suddenly mid conversation
in a second of distraction
The starin of thought lost
when mentally
another one holds preference
next moment
forgotten in reflection...
What confused bewilderment!
Converstaions...
hmmm...
'Little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
Thefather was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart,please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said,
"No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?"
Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference,"
replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I maylet your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." '
Thefather was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter,
"Sweetheart,please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river."
The little girl said,
"No, Dad. You hold my hand."
"What's the difference?"
Asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference,"
replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I maylet your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." '
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.
Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will; we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible. Francois De La Rochefoucauld
A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.
If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place. Nora Roberts
Prez Bush coming to town ( Dubya by Jug Surya)
Here's Condy, come to give me a last-minute briefin' before I set off on my tour to Indiana beginnin' March 1. Hiya, Condy. I'm all set to go off to Indiana. What's that? I goin' not to Indiana — which is part of the good ole US of A — but to India which is a different place altogether? Well, well, you live an' learn every day. I always thought India was in Indiana, which is why they called it Indiana. Maybe when I'm there I should see if I could organise that somehow.
Condy says that the most important thing on my agenda in India is the nuclear deal. After all these years of sayin' 'no' to the Indian nuclear program, the US now wants to help India nuclearise like all get out. I ask Condy why. An' she tells me that if we don't give India nuclear energy, India and China will burn up all the world's oil. An' that would never do. 'Cos as a Texas oil man I know that it's only the US in general — an' Texas in particular — which has the God-given right to burn up all the world's oil. Condy says I'm not to ask too many questions about India's fast breeder projects. An' I tell Condy, Gee, I'd never ask anyone any questions about their breeder projects. I mean, with a population of a billion-plus, India must sure have one lulu of a fast breeder project, an' then some. But that's their business. We folk from Texas believe in the missionary position an' we don't talk in public about how people breed.
Condy asks me what will I say if the Indians ask me if I intend to launch a strike against Iran. An' I say, Heck, Condy, you know I don't believe in strikes an' all that labour union stuff. Nah, I'll just tell the Indians that I'll invite the Iranians over for a nice friendly bird shoot with my pardner, Dick Cheney. That'll take care of the Iranians, once and for all. Condy warns me that the Indians are likely to ask for a larger quota of H1B visas from the US. This surprises me. I know all foreigners are weirdos. Come to think of it, all those outside of Texas are weirdos. But why would these Indian weirdos, or anyone else, want a larger quota of HIV from the US? Don't they have enough AIDS of their own? Condy says, H1B not HIV. An' I say, H1B, huh? What do you know. There's a new disease every day. I'd say it was a result of global warmin'. Except of course I don't believe in global warmin' an' the Coyote Protocol an' all that environmental horseshit. Condy tells me I've gotta watch out for tricky questions on Iraq an' what I'm plannin' to do about gettin' out of Iraq an' settin' up a democratic rule there.
An' I tell her, Hey, that's simple. Democratic rule is what they want, right? I'll give 'em Democratic rule. Pack Al Gore and all them other Democrats to Iraq an' let them rule the place. That'll take care of everythin'. Includin' Al Gore. Condy tells me that Indians have this funny thing about hyphens. Like they'll invite you to a party-sharty, an' offer you a drink-shrink, an' some dinner-winner. But they don't like us Americans to use hyphens at all, particularly where Pakistan is concerned. Got it, I said. No Bush-Mush cracks, right? Condy says she hopes Bill won't upstage me by visitin' India the same time as I do. And I say, Clinton's visitin' India again? An' she says, Not that Bill, the other Bill, who's an even bigger hit in India than Clinton is. I don't know which Bill she's talkin' about. Bill Cosby? The Bill of Rights? Whatever. Condy says I must learn to say 'Hi' in Indian. An' I tell her, Don't worry, I know all about these ethnic greetings. When in India, you fold your hands together, an' smile, an' say: Sayonara. Or is it Gesundheit?
Condy says that the most important thing on my agenda in India is the nuclear deal. After all these years of sayin' 'no' to the Indian nuclear program, the US now wants to help India nuclearise like all get out. I ask Condy why. An' she tells me that if we don't give India nuclear energy, India and China will burn up all the world's oil. An' that would never do. 'Cos as a Texas oil man I know that it's only the US in general — an' Texas in particular — which has the God-given right to burn up all the world's oil. Condy says I'm not to ask too many questions about India's fast breeder projects. An' I tell Condy, Gee, I'd never ask anyone any questions about their breeder projects. I mean, with a population of a billion-plus, India must sure have one lulu of a fast breeder project, an' then some. But that's their business. We folk from Texas believe in the missionary position an' we don't talk in public about how people breed.
Condy asks me what will I say if the Indians ask me if I intend to launch a strike against Iran. An' I say, Heck, Condy, you know I don't believe in strikes an' all that labour union stuff. Nah, I'll just tell the Indians that I'll invite the Iranians over for a nice friendly bird shoot with my pardner, Dick Cheney. That'll take care of the Iranians, once and for all. Condy warns me that the Indians are likely to ask for a larger quota of H1B visas from the US. This surprises me. I know all foreigners are weirdos. Come to think of it, all those outside of Texas are weirdos. But why would these Indian weirdos, or anyone else, want a larger quota of HIV from the US? Don't they have enough AIDS of their own? Condy says, H1B not HIV. An' I say, H1B, huh? What do you know. There's a new disease every day. I'd say it was a result of global warmin'. Except of course I don't believe in global warmin' an' the Coyote Protocol an' all that environmental horseshit. Condy tells me I've gotta watch out for tricky questions on Iraq an' what I'm plannin' to do about gettin' out of Iraq an' settin' up a democratic rule there.
An' I tell her, Hey, that's simple. Democratic rule is what they want, right? I'll give 'em Democratic rule. Pack Al Gore and all them other Democrats to Iraq an' let them rule the place. That'll take care of everythin'. Includin' Al Gore. Condy tells me that Indians have this funny thing about hyphens. Like they'll invite you to a party-sharty, an' offer you a drink-shrink, an' some dinner-winner. But they don't like us Americans to use hyphens at all, particularly where Pakistan is concerned. Got it, I said. No Bush-Mush cracks, right? Condy says she hopes Bill won't upstage me by visitin' India the same time as I do. And I say, Clinton's visitin' India again? An' she says, Not that Bill, the other Bill, who's an even bigger hit in India than Clinton is. I don't know which Bill she's talkin' about. Bill Cosby? The Bill of Rights? Whatever. Condy says I must learn to say 'Hi' in Indian. An' I tell her, Don't worry, I know all about these ethnic greetings. When in India, you fold your hands together, an' smile, an' say: Sayonara. Or is it Gesundheit?
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