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The trailer of the food recipes through visual and smell appeal made it look very promising. I am talking about a lunch meeting a couple of days ago. As we started having the food movie, some portions really were engaging-palatable and then came in one of our villains...."really hot green chilly". My friend somehow didn't see it coming. And he got so startled by the green chilly as if he has seen a frozen screen frame. What happened after that is a matter everybody is aware of and can relate to...when one's food has chilly way out of his range...the next few minutes or tens of them is a red face, watery eyes, stumbling speech, no taste of anything else. The rush of blood, energy, attention of the whole body to combat the chilly terrorist overtakes the conscious awareness. In such a scenario, any stimuli (advice, kind words, sweet helpings) have little and slow effect. The damage is done and the repair is painful. Cut this to the daily metaphorical chilly intakes o...

Stock Market Exchange is supposedly a faithful entity where willing buyers and willing sellers transact instruments. In the metaphorical stock market called “Human Interactions/Meetings”, a person trades “concepts” (high risk instrument). Why are “concepts” such high risk instrument? Well much on the lines of the value-determination of any high risk financial instrument that is contingent upon several complex variables and its value judgements, “Concepts” too derive its value (or perceived value) based on several variables (person’s historical-cultural context). As humans, we are all constantly trading concepts…all the time when we meet and share our stories, facts, interpretation of facts, predictions, value-judgements, etc. In placing my concepts in front of the other person, the general anticipation/expectation is that the other person would acknowledge-accept my position. And this anticipation is shared vice-versa by the other person too when he is sharing his concepts wi...

Somewhere during the turn of the last millennium, a huge demand surged up...for people who can fix the "clock misdimension" of the already spawning computer networks. This saw enormous jobs getting created, trade barriers collapsing, cultural exchange, and many more wonderful things.... In a way the world co-operating as a one whole. It was a mammoth task and one which was handsomely achieved with phenomenal effort. As we stand today, we see another Y2K boom. Only here that we are  looking at 100 trillion nano-computers multiplied by almost 6 billion mainframes. Each mainframe is a single biological seeming-autonomycalled human being and the 100 trillion nano-computers within this mainframe are his 100 trillion biological cells. Science confirms to us that indeed our cells are like programmable nano-computers and further stressing that the "genes (hereditary instrument or vehicle or program from parent to offspring)" are an epigenetic phenomenon which means wi...

  How MBA students@ Georgetown university to have meditation course + how to handle Monday Blues + Tupperware CEO's Mediation regime. Lets start with an interesting finding: As a sign of how much the business world is beginning to consider meditation a supplement to more established career strategies, Georgetown University will be offering a credit course in meditation for its MBA program this year. Garden the Monday Blues For long, Monday mornings have remained an uphill task for many corporate citizen. According to one Gallup study, human species contract a lot of ailments and also mortality on Monday more than any other species. A simple solution comes and converges from multiple wisdom tradition: "When the flower arranger arranges the flowers, he also arranges his mind and the mind of the person who looks at the flowers"- Zen Saying. Hence how we arrange "Monday" in our minds & behavior, influences our day and the onlookers' day to...

Farrah was behind the wheels on the morning of 29 th August taking me to Silverstone Circuit just on the skirts of Northampton-Towcester. Summer had vacated the place and Winter was moving in as the new tenant. The change of season had a metaphoric cousin in the fate of Kenya too. Farah belonged to Kenya and keen-ya he was to go back to his country that was seeing a transformation. Being a cabbie, he was used to ferry various human luggages. Some lean… more hefty, some bright… more dull, some talkative and more mute. He planted the seed of smile on his face from day one of his life as a cabbie. And this seed cross-pollinated magically to most other human luggages too. Upon asked, “Why do you wear a smile?”… his answer was extremely profound. He mentioned that there are two levels of reality which can answer this. At one level, it’s the Ubuntu Philosophy from Africa which simply means that “I am because we are”. He took this further by explaining that if people around are happy and sm...

Life not just measurable matter, Immeasurable it's perfume, Things important as love, intuition, companion and bliss , "Measure" preside not but to them it subsume. If mirage were truth, Life be a known...seen... script, Stop...witness...look for your self, It's all a mind's drift. Society a big mall, hard-selling concepts all time, You the buyer, forget not thy chime, You either built by society as a clone, Or simply let your inner shine. Wake up...sleep not...sun always shines, Look not at the cloud over you, Everyone around wants their version and diversion, But you have to define "Who are you?" If moulds were never broken, Life would have been a token, If poetry and prose were the same, No Life would have been ever sung.

It was nearing 10 pm and the dark blanket was slowly cushioning the city for a sleep. In this high footfall clinic of a neurosurgeon (medicine), waited some ten patients (rather impatiently) to be seen by the Doctor and then head home. Like in most Dr's clinic, this had some posters...one of them read "if you come later than your appointment token number that you have picked up, you will have to take another appointment". The buzzer rang for the 30th patient and he wasn't around. The 31st  patient charmed at the "absence" and hurried his legs for the check-up. After about 5 min, the 30th patient showed up...he was in very bad shape. The receptionist vetoed the condition that afforded him the pardon of missing his turn. But the 32nd patient  got angry and suddenly all the quiet & sad & weak faces somehow from nowhere got into animated energetic beings. Well in the end, the 32nd patient had his way because he didn't wan...