Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
At Nathula Pass (in Sikkim) while our border post is a glass house China builds a fortified structure (found in 2011) for its watch post across the border barbed wire. China has already pulled its train line just 2 kilometers away of the border while ours nearest train line is 100 km+ away in West Bengal. How safe is our border to China ?
Our Border Post a Glass House.
China's concrete border post under construction
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
WITH heavy throat infection and slight fever I took two hours lecture and then fell on my office sofa thinking on what's life. One does particularly so in trouble time only, no exception I'm.
Closed my eyes. Thought on and on , a bit of pretension caught into my eyes and eye lids drooped down for a while.
Got up fresh, as if understood the life. Then asked to myself what's it . And peeped through the window to see a group guys were fixing it .. the answer: "Life is nothing but a countable merry-go-rounds."
"For non-local (to Hyderabad) readers I should mention ... 'nothing but' is a great hit in any definition made by anybody in this part of the world"
Monday, March 18, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Saturday, March 9, 2013
This is the highest point of Jalgaon that locates a guest house of North Maharashtra State University. Here I slept two nights with utter silence. Night is only dotted with whispers of leaves. In dead of night, you can still hear rustles of leaves when monks get up with shades in every night to walk on soft-foot through fallen dry leaves . Since the last seven hundred years they wander in search, in quest of answers to their questions ... "How could it happen ? How could we chisel giant hills to caves ? And what had driven us to do that? Did we .... did we ...? What do you think - you the guest ? " I had a feel of hazy face that faded away into the dense, there trees were standing guards to assure .... "Oh! don't mind. That's the delirium of life". The trees whispered. I again closed my eyes for sound sleep for the next morning invited talk I had to deliver on Computational Social Science ... thinking all the talks were scripted and delivered before .. long before.