tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60054202014530526542024-02-20T18:39:10.662-08:00Rainy Days & SundaysSuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005420201453052654.post-65372459760443916362017-02-20T09:52:00.000-08:002017-02-20T09:52:36.911-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<o:p> </o:p>It’ almost too late!</div>
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-Pragyan Acharya</div>
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The world around me moves at breakneck speed</div>
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While I stand frozen to the spot</div>
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Trying to fathom what is happening around me</div>
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What is new and what is “hot”</div>
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There is a mad rush to be noticed </div>
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While traveling at light year velocity</div>
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There is no time to pause, no time to smell the roses</div>
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Well….roses have been extinct in an eternity.</div>
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And so here we are, top predators!</div>
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Matching the speed of the cheetah</div>
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Echo of the bat.</div>
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Mutating genes</div>
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Creating anti-bugs</div>
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curing all disease</div>
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making habitat for us and ours. </div>
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Relentlessly expanding our numbers, </div>
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living on landfills made of trash,</div>
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the blue-green planet is in hiding.</div>
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Beware! Beware! Humans beware! </div>
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Pause, halt, to think where you’re going. </div>
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You want to put a chip in your brain, to compute faster!</div>
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But you forget the basic circuitry.</div>
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With great power comes great responsibility. </div>
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Supreme hunters, you’ve hunted too much</div>
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Unthinkingly, unfeelingly.</div>
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Not because you needed it, but for your gluttony.</div>
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You have language, but your ears are shut.</div>
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You have vision, but your eyes don't see.</div>
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Neither do you understand, notwithstanding</div>
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the chips in your brain, your fancy circuitry.</div>
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What have we created and what's the solution?</div>
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to this human-driven evolution?</div>
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SuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005420201453052654.post-56158398725678815112011-07-08T02:07:00.000-07:002011-07-08T02:39:46.125-07:00To, EnricoEnrico Enrico,<br />How we wait for you.<br />In divine trance,<br />We gyrate for you.<br />'Coz you are our saviour<br />Our knight in shiniest armor.<br />You are the chosen one<br />Who has been given<br />The solemn task of saving us from<br />The terrible twin curses<br />Of disconnect and ignorance.<div>While the rest of the world</div><div>progresses in leaps and bounds</div><div>we sit here alone, waiting</div><div>we are done with the counting</div><div>of sheep, of goats even</div><div>Come Enrico, we're done grieving.</div><div>Save us dear Enrico<br />Free us from these invisible chains<br />Come dear Enrico<br />Salvage us with your experience.<br />Fix it for us, dear Enrico<br />Come use your divine talents<br />Or else, of what use will they be?<br />Come come dear Enrico,<br />Come fix the internet for me.<div><br /></div><div>Background:</div><div>Enrico is my sister's internet-man. They wait and wait and wait for him. Then they wait some more for him to come and fix the internet for them. They stay in a beautiful and untouched part of the world I am not allowed to name. Internet, which is bread and butter in the rest of the world, is a luxury in this place. So waiting for Enrico is a game they often play, as do we-waiting for Enrico to come and fix the internet for them so that we can get in touch. :) </div></div>SuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005420201453052654.post-53674989501756386322011-05-27T03:01:00.000-07:002011-05-27T03:10:11.133-07:00Written on a Rainy Day<br /><br /><br />Rainy days and Sundays have something in common<br />Both are beautiful and both uncommon<br /><br />Rainy days fill me with a secret pleasure<br />Like a sudden unexpected treat to treasure<br />You're compelled for a moment to stop, to see<br />Out the window, the gulmohar tree<br />Then you close your eyes and hear the sounds<br />Of nature's pitter patter drum beat going around<br />You pause for a moment, take a deep breath <br />and smell the musky fragrance of a freshly soaked earth<br />And the newly born babe snuggles closer in your arms<br />Looking wide eyed at magical worldly charms.<br /><br />Rainy days are all wilderness and haze<br />While on a more urbane note, we'll talk of Sundays.<br /><br />A week full of toil, a week filled with stress<br />Sundays allow you to decompress<br />You think you will fulfill all your desires<br />you work the countdown, through the six days prior.<br />Sunday arrives with promises in wake<br />of a lazy morning and a fun filled day.<br />As the day wears on, you're uncomfortably aware<br />that tomorrow you will not have such leisure to spare.<br />The beauty of Sundays lies in the fact<br />you know there is only one in a seven day act.<br /><br />Some would have Rainy days over Sundays<br />some, the other way around.<br />And some would rather, have both together. <br />While some would, quite honestly, not bother with either. <br />But I would want an equal measure<br />of Rainy Days and Sundays - of beauty and leisure. <br /><br />:)SuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005420201453052654.post-22339261977770637512011-05-18T20:40:00.000-07:002011-05-18T20:46:51.337-07:00I should've written this up last night since yesterday was a rainy day here in Bangalore. Nevertheless, better late than never. Here is a bit of poetry I discovered while rummaging through some old e mails. It is deliciously pointless and it feels good to know that I spent several research-moments doing pointless and amusing things. :)<br /><br />Felt like writing poetry<br />So I put pen to paper<br />And sat down to think and muse, with glee<br />But found my interest tapered!<br /><br />I thought a little edible lure would,<br />do my synapses some good.<br />So I got hold of some savories<br />And tried rekindling ol memories.<br /><br />Somehow, that did not seem to work!<br />I tried hard to think and pondered!<br />Looked at the stars, gazed at the moon,<br />And stared into the wild blue yonder!<br /><br />Thats all I have to say really,<br />I have confessed and admitted<br />My incompetence at poetry<br />Or anything remotely connected!<br /> <br />Ha ha ha! :)SuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005420201453052654.post-32542863854973465342011-05-15T02:25:00.000-07:002011-05-15T02:29:04.335-07:0015th May 2011. And fiat blog! :) The blog is called Rainy Days and Sundays because I presume that those are the days I'll have the time and the temper to write here. Today's a Sunday. And so... my blog is born. yippeee!SuperSciencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01210680199756290027noreply@blogger.com0