Please pay attention 2 what I say
And dont worry, u wont b left in dismay
Though d probability of getting bored is pretty high
I wud appreciate if u wud try n enjoy
Coz d paras succeeding
R filled with truth, no cheating
There was this guy who loved this girl
She ws more important 2 him dan d entire world
He cherished d moments they spent together
The slightest contact of her fingers, softer dan feather
He cud die 2 hear a few words so tender
So loving so caring from a voice so slender
She ws very special, different, unique
He had fallen for her, become a total freak
She ws cute, sweet, had long dangling hair
Alwez cheerful, very charming, full of energy n flair
She ws full of frolic n fun
Had red cheeks, softer dan bun
She ws completely filled wid style
U just cudnt forget her after seeing her smile
I am nt exaggerating, as u myt think
She ws so beautiful, u wudnt want 2 blink
I’m telling d truth, nt faking
No prizes fr guessing who dis guy is, will b up fr taking
D guy thought d girl ws beyond his reach
Until he met a frnd who made him listen 2 his preach
He asked dis guy, 2 b bold, b brave
Go nxt 2 d girl, n wave
Ask her wat she feels abt him
It is a matter of courage, nt shame
D guy ws bewildered, didn’t knw wat 2 do
Went 2 his frnd n said, “ Thank u
Bt I think I wud make a big mess of it ol
Cudnt I do something easier, like playing football?”
GOD- his so called frnd said 1 thing can b done
U cn express ur feelings in d form of a poem
And so he did, d 1 u r reading
Read it quickly, his heart is still beating
“So ma’am, wat say!! Will u be mine forever?
Trust me, I will turn out 2 b a true lover
Even if u say no, I will understand
At least give me a hug, if u can”
- Ankur Vidyarthi
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Non-Violent Maths
There was a Panditji. He was a peace loving guy through out his life. Unfortunately his demise was approaching. On his deathbed he called his three sons and said, "I haven't earned much in my life. Only saving I have are some cows. After my death you three distribute these cows among yourselves. "
However, the method of distribution was not equal. In fact he gave his eldest son 1/2 of all cows. To the middle one ha gave 1/3 of all cows. The youngest one was very troublesome; he gave him only 1/9 of the total number of cows.
Panditji further said that in case of a problem in distribution they could take help of Panditji of neighbouring village. After this, Panditji breathed his last.
Once the rite was over the three sons decided to split the cows. However the problem was of distribution because the number of cows they had was 17.
The given ratios meant that the cows were to be cut and that is sacrilegious in a Hindu family. Suddenly they remembered the neighbouring Panditji and went to him. The neighbouring Panditji heard the entire story and said that the sons should go and he would join them very soon.
After some time the neighbouring Panditji came and he came with one of his own cow. He mixed his cow in the heard of 17 cows. Now there were 18 cows altogether.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the eldest son to take half of the cows. The eldest son took 18/2=9 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the middle son to take 1/3 of the cows. The eldest son took 18/3=6 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the youngest son to take 1/9 of the cows. The eldest son took 18/9=2 cows.
Thus all the three sons took 9+6+2 = 17 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji took the eighteenth cow (his own) and returned happily to his village.
This was how the neighbouring Panditji used a non-violent mathematical model to solve a problem.
However, the method of distribution was not equal. In fact he gave his eldest son 1/2 of all cows. To the middle one ha gave 1/3 of all cows. The youngest one was very troublesome; he gave him only 1/9 of the total number of cows.
Panditji further said that in case of a problem in distribution they could take help of Panditji of neighbouring village. After this, Panditji breathed his last.
Once the rite was over the three sons decided to split the cows. However the problem was of distribution because the number of cows they had was 17.
The given ratios meant that the cows were to be cut and that is sacrilegious in a Hindu family. Suddenly they remembered the neighbouring Panditji and went to him. The neighbouring Panditji heard the entire story and said that the sons should go and he would join them very soon.
After some time the neighbouring Panditji came and he came with one of his own cow. He mixed his cow in the heard of 17 cows. Now there were 18 cows altogether.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the eldest son to take half of the cows. The eldest son took 18/2=9 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the middle son to take 1/3 of the cows. The eldest son took 18/3=6 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji asked the youngest son to take 1/9 of the cows. The eldest son took 18/9=2 cows.
Thus all the three sons took 9+6+2 = 17 cows.
The neighbouring Panditji took the eighteenth cow (his own) and returned happily to his village.
This was how the neighbouring Panditji used a non-violent mathematical model to solve a problem.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The garage
It is about the dilemma of father (a long retired public servant and also a widower), the bread winner, of a family.
A young couple with an adorable kid and an elderly father were living in a house, built by the father himself, in a metropolitan city. Life was hip and happening for the young couple. The young man and his wife were working for two different multinational organizations. Income was good. The kid had just started going to an international school. They had two cars in the house. One for utility and the other one, shining candy red, for the status as well.
House had a minor shortcoming. It was not having a garage. However, there was enough free space within the boundary. Naturally the cars were facing the vagaries of nature and getting old a wee bit faster.
This was giving nightmares to the young couple. They truly believed in requirement of a garage for housing the Red Candy. However, the old man, and incidentally the owner of the property, was not allowing the Garage to be built in the campus. Every polite request of subtle hint was falling flat on the ears of the Old Man.
The Old Man had his morning buddies. Five of them used to go for morning walk together at around 5:30 in the morning.
One evening the daughter-in-law requested The Old Man to bring his morning buddies for a cup of tea. The Old Man was visibly pleased.
Next day, after the morning walk, they all arrived for that morning cup of tea. His son also came and joined the group of oldies. The lady also joined them with a tray full of tea and biscuits. After initial discussion on weather, escalating cost, benefits of yoga, political and world scenario the talk suddenly veered towards importance of valuing the valuables. Then in a well planned move the lady requested friends of Old Man to impress upon him for agreeing to get a garage constructed in the campus. Very naturally his friends too started convincing him towards the same.
Suddenly the old man got up and went inside. He returned after about 5 minutes with a diary in hand. He said loudly, “I am not going to allow construction of a Garage.” He was visibly shaken. Referring to the diary he said: listen gentlemen – Mr X, a retired civil servant, Mr Y a retired Army Officer, Mr Z, a retired judge and …………………. they all started their final journey out of a Garage. They all were left to die in their Garage during their last days. I just don’t want that to happen to me howsoever worse my physical condition becomes. So gentlemen please don’t insist.
A young couple with an adorable kid and an elderly father were living in a house, built by the father himself, in a metropolitan city. Life was hip and happening for the young couple. The young man and his wife were working for two different multinational organizations. Income was good. The kid had just started going to an international school. They had two cars in the house. One for utility and the other one, shining candy red, for the status as well.
House had a minor shortcoming. It was not having a garage. However, there was enough free space within the boundary. Naturally the cars were facing the vagaries of nature and getting old a wee bit faster.
This was giving nightmares to the young couple. They truly believed in requirement of a garage for housing the Red Candy. However, the old man, and incidentally the owner of the property, was not allowing the Garage to be built in the campus. Every polite request of subtle hint was falling flat on the ears of the Old Man.
The Old Man had his morning buddies. Five of them used to go for morning walk together at around 5:30 in the morning.
One evening the daughter-in-law requested The Old Man to bring his morning buddies for a cup of tea. The Old Man was visibly pleased.
Next day, after the morning walk, they all arrived for that morning cup of tea. His son also came and joined the group of oldies. The lady also joined them with a tray full of tea and biscuits. After initial discussion on weather, escalating cost, benefits of yoga, political and world scenario the talk suddenly veered towards importance of valuing the valuables. Then in a well planned move the lady requested friends of Old Man to impress upon him for agreeing to get a garage constructed in the campus. Very naturally his friends too started convincing him towards the same.
Suddenly the old man got up and went inside. He returned after about 5 minutes with a diary in hand. He said loudly, “I am not going to allow construction of a Garage.” He was visibly shaken. Referring to the diary he said: listen gentlemen – Mr X, a retired civil servant, Mr Y a retired Army Officer, Mr Z, a retired judge and …………………. they all started their final journey out of a Garage. They all were left to die in their Garage during their last days. I just don’t want that to happen to me howsoever worse my physical condition becomes. So gentlemen please don’t insist.
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