A cricket match ?

Loud sounds woke me up from my peaceful slumber on an otherwise quiet and uneventful Sunday afternoon.Cursing, i pulled myself out of bed to find out what the racket was all about...

At first sight...pretty oddly, it looked like people were just aimlessly running about the yard and screaming at the top of their voices.On any given day , i would have been pretty OK with this , except that , when people usually ran about shouting , it was either very early in the morning when they realize they have a class,or late at night , when they sing those songs of brotherhood as they return from their drunken soirees(Im sorry Mr.Marley , but we're definitely better at those...)...The time being however none of the above mentioned times but somewhere around 12 in the afternoon, when the sun was at its blazing,searing, let me burn the skin off your back best that this very abnormal act was happening...and then i saw that little red ball bouncing arund..

Cricket...my dear friends....the pride of our country ,or the folly of over a million people?Indian cricket at its best has always been spicy and with an extra dash and flavor to it that no other sport receives in any other country.India's recent fiasco at the Olympics has made very few realize that this country needs to bring a more holistic approach towards the development of sports...Technically , the facts are mind-boggling...a nation of so many, where the winners are so few...Forget about talent, what about plain simple probabilities ?

In the end though , no matter what is said , the average indian's favourite end of the day routine would involve coming home, putting all his worries away and just enjoying todays game for all its worth.Suffice to say, India is a cricket crazy nation and to attempt to explain this craze would be the utmost folly on my part.So i ask"whats the score?" ,head back to my room,pull the covers over my head and get back to sleep...

Hmmm

Dudes and dudettes..

Wooho it seems.Bon Jovi's coming to Dubai.Bring out the red carpet and pull it out from under him if u ask me.

Man finding a job here in the UAE is so goddamn hard.I mean i just want somethin short term ya....but its still like..come for this interview...we'll pay u 1500...blah blah....

anyways...im bored.....i donno wat to talk about really...suggest something....

Wikileaks

The mother load.....wikileaks.com.real leaked documents...one interesting one was the UAE censorship plan....

if ye seek.......ye shall find.......

Im back.....

wassup people.ure local hero.em.blogger......moi is back........exams r over..phew..well nearly anyway.....Environmental Studies left.......just a couple of acts and crap...

man this whole social networking thing is really getting to us isnt it.....?first there was hi5 , then orkut , nows there's facebook........watever next.....?

ok...look forward to new post.on a whole wide range of wacky , delicious , generally uneducational topics......

chao.(for now)

time out

The blog will take a little timeout beginning today.nagging exams and blah blah....

cya in a while....

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Buridian's Ass ?

Buridan's ass is a figurative description of a man of indecision. It refers to a situation wherein an ass, placed exactly in the middle between two stacks of hay of equal size and quality, will starve to death since it cannot make any rational decision to start eating one rather than the other. The paradox is named after the 14th century French philosopher Jean Buridan.

The paradox was, however, not originated by Buridan himself. It is first found in Aristotle's De Caelo, where Aristotle mentions an example of a man who remains unmoved because he is as hungry as he is thirsty and is positioned exactly between food and drink. Buridan nowhere discusses this specific problem but its relevance is that he did advocate a moral determinism whereby, save for ignorance or impediment, a human faced by alternative courses of action must always choose the greater good. Buridan allowed that the will could delay the choice to more fully assess the possible outcomes of the choice. Later writers satirised this view in terms of an ass who, confronted by two equally desirable and accessible bales of hay, must necessarily starve while pondering a decision.

Angel of Death

Weird Nazi guy named Joseph Mengele( I know how many of them weren't weird).By qualification a doctor ,albeit a monstrous one at best .Performed weird experiments(read up at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josef_Mengele) and decided which prisoners at Auschwitz lived and which became his guinea pigs.

The slayer son of the same name...is about him.

Woman Dragged a mile to her death

September 2006

The winding, dark discoloration on the pavement above, which spans one highway mile, is the blood of Luz Maria Franco Fierros, or what remains of her blood after crews hired to clean it from the highway did their best to do so. Fierros was 49, the single mother of three daughters and one son, all of whom lived in the humble home Fierros bought for the family in a small town 130 miles south of Mexico City. Accumulating debt motivated her to take out a second mortgage on her home last spring and to use the money to cross the border into the United States, traveling north to Denver, where a friend had told her there was work. She held three jobs, one at Taco Bell, one at Wendy’s, and one selling corn at a small roadway stand. She was looking forward to paying off her debts and returning home. She called her children (the youngest of whom was 17) every day. One daughter had recently miscarried, intensifying Fierros’ determination to return home soon.

She shared an inexpensive apartment with three men, one of whom was her “boyfriend.” Every day she had breakfast with a girlfriend in a nearby apartment. Those who knew her describe her as a happy woman, redhaired, green-eyed, hardworking, passionate.

Last week the “boyfriend”, Jose Luis Rubi-Nava, 36, knotted an orange tow rope around her neck, tied her to the back of the car she owned, which she shared with him, and dragged her over a mile down the paved concrete highway to her death, leaving the trail of blood depicted above, which also spanned over a mile. When her naked body was discovered, it was unrecognizable. There was so much blood, highway cleaning crews could not clean it all up and special contractors had to be called in. Investigators say she was alive when she was tied to the car. Someone left a photo of the woman and her boyfriend-become-murderer near the body. He was arrested and confessed. She was identified by her fingerprints.

P.S.I did not make this up.It is a true story.

World Toilet Day

A day when those deep , washed-up disinfected souls that toilets have finally get to come out and speak well....their minds ?

No...I'm afraid not , a rather boring day where apparently toilets are brought to the forefront(gonna be hard to take a poop now isn't it).No , what i mean is you know...santitation problems and stuff like that....interesting stats are:

- 2.6 billion people –some 41 percent of the global population do not have access to latrines or any sort of basic sanitation facilities
- 1.5 million children die every year due to inadequate sanitation and hygiene
- Estimated 42,000 people die every week from diseases relate to low water quality and an absence of adequate sanitation