Why I Hate Debates?

Let’s talk.  You love to talk and I love to listen. And when I talk you listen. How sweet would that world be? For all I would want, I often don’t get that scene set up. On the contrary, I do stumble upon souls who are so eager to prove their god-damn point. I pity them and I hope they find something better to attach their pride with rather than their ego-loaded (I-don’t-care-what-you-say-I-AM-BLOODY-RIGHT!) point less statements.

All this is fine. But I feel the pinch when that someone gets into your head and forces you to fight back and agree with his truck load of bs. Here’s what I do to stay away from such situation. I nod my head and give an impression that I completely agree with whatever they have to say. I just can’t get into any debate. I can’t get into deciding what is right and what is wrong. And does that really make sense? What may be right for someone might very well be not-so-right for someone else? It’s all in the context and perspectives, isn’t it? And anyway, you can’t paint everything in black and white. There’s got to be a lot of grey area. And that’s why I just don’t see a point in debating? Just not worth the time.

That said, there’s a fine line between a debate and a discussion. Once we align on a common objective, I am all yours. We can have an endless conversation and more often than not get something out of it.

Who am I?

The question that stumps me the most is 'who really are you?'. And how
many times have we tried hard to be ??the right person...be the victor,
the flag bearer, the champ, the blah and the blah. I thought it's
time to just pen down what i really do...and what i really am.

I try.
I fail.
I try.
I win.
I fear.
I fight.
I make.
I break.
I surrender.
I lead.
I pray.
I show.
I hide.
I like.
I dislike.
I help.
I share.
I suffer.
I enjoy.
I sympathize.
I empathize.
I care.
I trouble.
I envy.
I love.
I am flawed. And I am just another imperfect guy.

The Animal School

Once upon a time the animals decided they must do something decisive to meet the increasing complexity of their society. They held a meeting and finally decided to organize a school. The curriculum consisted of running, swimming and flying. Since these were the basic behaviors of most animals, they decided that all the students should take all of the subjects.??

The duck proved to be excellent at swimming, better in fact than his teacher. He also did well in flying, but he proved to be very poor in running. Since he was poor in this subject he was made to stay after school to practice it and even had to drop swimming in order to get more time in which to practice running. He was kept at this poorest subject until his webbed feet were so badly damaged that he became only average at swimming. But average was acceptable in the school so nobody worried about that - except the duck.

The rabbit started at the top of his class in running, but finally had a nervous breakdown because of so much make-up time in swimming - a subject he hated.

The squirrel was excellent in climbing until he developed psychological blocking in flying class when the teacher insisted he start from the ground instead of from the tops of the trees. He was kept at attempting to fly until he became muscle bound - and received a C in climbing and a D in running.

The eagle was the school???s worst discipline problem, in climbing class he beat all of the others to the top of the tree used for examination purposes in this subject, but he insisted on using his own method of getting there.

The gophers of course, stayed out of the school and fought the tax levied for education because digging was not included in the curriculum. They apprenticed their children to the badger and later joined the ground hogs and eventually started a private school offering alternative education.

Courtesy: http://www.uoguelph.ca/oaar/animal-school.html

my newest lesson.

Sometimes life can teach you a lesson that you might never be able to learn from all your teachers and preachers. Not a very while ago my boss/mentor told me something that summed up to a lot of lessons. He ended up the conversation by saying- That's life, Shankar...that's life.

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This is about a recent visit to my place. It's a long way back home. Planes, trains and automobiles. It's an exhausting and fun journey all the time. Yes. It's so full in contrast. A small part of my journey is a ride in a passenger train(local train). Best part of these trains is that I never have to worry about booking tickets in advance and the worst part- it's very...uncomfortable. But this journey, while it held to its unsaid promises, did teach me a big lesson.

One of my co-passengers was an old blind person who was traveling with his wife. His very appearance gave an impression that he was living a difficult life. He probably also was a regular traveler. He seemed to know almost every part of the train. At the first sight, i noticed his red eyes and i thought that his wife was taking him somewhere for medical help. Contrary to my belief, he was the one who was leading the journey. He pushed his walking stick under the seat, placed his luggage in the luggage holder, grabbed a seat for himself and realized his wife was still standing. He then bent down and found his walking stick and the quickly sat on a different seat that had enough space to accommodate his wife as well. Once settled, he did a quick check about the amount he had in his pocket. It were a few five and ten rupee notes. He did the maths absolutely correct. He figured out the total amount by the size of all the paper notes he had and crossed checked it with his wife. Such a sweet disapproval of Braille's innovation!

All this was done in such a clean way that it made me wonder if one ever needed a pair of eye.

After a while, a blind beggar came to our compartment. It was a regular scene. Everyone gave him a few coins. What really amazed me was the sight when my blind co-passenger got 2 coins from his pocket, checked its worth again simply by its size(he did reconfirm it with another co-passenger) and then gave those coins to the beggar. That sight gave me a shiver to be utterly honest.

Emotions never did require a channel. Sight was never necessary...it is always the vision.

God bless the soul!

Chatur/Silencer's speech in 3 idiots

Adarniya sabhapati mahodaya ???atithi vishesh shikshan mantri shri R D tripati [tripathi] ji ..maanyaniya shikshagan aur mere piyaaare [pyare] sahpatiyo [sahapathiyon] ???aaj agar I.C.E aasmaan ki bulaaandiyo [bulandiyon] ko chhu raahaa [raha] hai ..to uska shreya sirrf [sirf] ekinsaan [ek insaan] ko jaataahai [jata hai] shri veerusahastra buddhe ..give him a a big hand ..he is a great guy really ..

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Peechle buttis saal se inhone nirantar is college mein balatkar [balaatkaar ] pe balatkar kiye ..umeed hai aagey bee [bhi] karte rahege [rahenge] ..hamine to aashcharya hota hai ki ek insaan apne jeevan kaal mein itni balatkar kaisi kar sakta hai ???inhone kadi tapaasya se apne aapko is kaabil bunaya [banaya] hai ..waqt ka sahi upyog ghante ka purna istemaal koi inse seeke [seekhe] ..seeke inse seeke ???.aaj hum sab chaatra yaha hai ..kal desh videsh mein fail [faael] jayenge ..waadaa hai aapse jis desh mein honge waha balatkar karenge I.C.E ka naam roshan karenge ???dika [dikha] denge sabko jo balatkar Karne ki shamtaa yaha ke chaatro mein hai wo sansaar ke kisi chaatro mein nahiii ???.No other chaatra No other chaatra

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Adarniya mantraji namashkar aapne is sansthaan ko wo chees di jiski hamein sakht zaroorat thi ...sstunn ..stunn hota sabi [sab hi] ke paas hai ..sab chupa ke rakte hai ..detaa koi nai ???aapne apna stun is balatkari purush ke haat mein diya hai???ab dekiye yeh kaisa iska upyog karta hai

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Utamamm dadh dhadhattt padam??????..

madhyam padam thuchuk thuchuk??????..

khanishtham thudthudiiiy padam??????..

sursuria pran khatkam..!!!!

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Amazing

If your brain works normally this is neat.

This is another example of an amazing illusion!!! The last sentence is so true.

If your eyes follow the movement of the rotating pink dot, the dots will remain only one color, pink.

However if you stare at the black " + " in the centre, the moving dot turns to green.
Now, concentrate on the black " + " in the centre of the picture. After a short period, all the pink dots will slowly disappear, and you will only see only a single green dot rotating.

It's amazing how our brain works. There really is no green dot, and the pink ones really don't disappear. This should be proof enough, we don't always see what we think we see. ??
Send this to all of your friends and amaze them.

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Common Sense Dies : An Obituary in the London Times

An Obituary printed in the London Times - Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; ??Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place: Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sunscreen or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; by his wife, Discretion; by his daughter, Responsibility and by his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers: I Know My Rights I Want It Now Someone Else Is To Blame I am a Victim Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing. ?? ??