Thoughtless

Ever wondered, how forever we are bounded by thoughts? Good thoughts, bad thoughts, but thoughts everywhere. I could never understand how the brain works and where all these thoughts come from (the scientists claim they do). I wonder if they will ever be decoded, thoughts.

But there is a space in our lives, our everyday lives, where we can be absolutely thoughtless. Some call it meditation, a place, a state of the mind when the mind sleeps. But such is the hustle and bustle of success, we forget to rest our tired mind. And the poor mind toils and toils hard.

Leave the women alone!!!

I recently read an article by well-known author Chetan Bhagat, condemning the state of women in our country. He implored his fellow countrymen to look beyond the phulkas and understand the contribution women can make to the society. Then there is this famous writer and feminist who has been imploring women to get on beyond the kitchen and explore other avenues. And then we have this famous actor, pulling up men for the atrocities committed against women.

I recently read about a very dynamic lady in Gujarat who had turned her backyard dairy into a full-fledged business worth crores of rupees. Has she moved beyond the kitchen? Probably not. I am sure her family still enjoys the wonderful meals she cooks up for them every day. I have a colleague who makes wonderful paranthas and gets them in the tiffin every day. And the appreciation, she says, inspires her more to try out new recipes. Has she moved on beyond the kitchen? I wonder.

If women like cooking (which in most cases they do) why are we forcing them to move on? Everyone wants a piece of the pie in the advice for women. Everyone wants them to do this and do that. Some want them to work; some want them to look beyond child rearing and other want them to move beyond the kitchen. All of the above are basic qualities which all women have in them. And if they want to and like to be able to continue doing so, why force them to stop doing what comes naturally?

Strange beautiful data: the art of visualization

After years of learning and forgetting one technology after the other, I had almost given up on the life I would be living in the future. A sad, monotonous life spent making love to the computer screen in front of me. I dread the feeling.

I have never been one of the humongous crowd of self professed lovers of analytical powers. I have no clue how a balloon can fill a room or how I can fill a 5 L jug with a 3 L jug and frankly I don't and never did care. I never found writing code challenging or solving puzzles a way to feed my dying ego. I detested my job for lacking something that defines our very existence...color.