… that today is the anniversary of Sybil Ludington’s Ride? In 1777, Sybil Ludington, a 16-year-old woman, rode her horse from New York to Connecticut to rally her father’s militia. She rode 40 miles, more than twice the distance of Paul Revere, into the damp hours of darkness. This is especially remarkable because modern day endurance horse riders using lightweight saddles can barely ride such distances in daylight over well-marked courses. Celebrate heroism today!
Today’s Inspirational Quote:
“We are built to love. Have the bravery to open the heart you have contracted from life’s disappointments. This is how the heroes roll.”
Fourth Phase of General Elections-2019 on 29 April
PARLIAMENTARY CONSTITUENCIES (PCs) VOTING ON PHASE-4 (29.04.2019)
Number of ParliamentaryConstituencies in Phase 4
Total Number of voters
Number of Male Voters
Number of Female Voters
Number of Voters of Third Gender
Number of Polling Booths
Jammu & Kashmir*
No of States in Phase 4
* Anantnag Parliamentary Constituency (PC) in Jammu & Kashmir is going to polls in Phase III, Phase IV & Phase V of General Elections 2019, the only such PC in the country. The Four Districts to be covered in the Anantnag (PC No. 3) are Anantnag, Kulgam, Shopian and Pulwama. Data above is only for Kulgam district for polls to be held on 29th April. Anantnag PC’s election is conducted partially in Phase III, IV and V.
# Number of candidate contesting from Kulgam included in the final tally as Anantnag PC election is spread out to Phase III, Phase IV and Phase V of General Elections 2019.
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In a creative sandbox for what would become Saint-Exupéry’s most famous line in The Little Prince — “What is essential is invisible to the eye.” — he writes:
How does life construct those lines of force which make us alive?
Real miracles make little noise! Essential events are so simple!
One such essential event in Saint-Exupéry’s life had to do with the mundane miracle of a simple smile, a gift he so poetically describes as “a certain miracle of the sun, which had taken so much trouble, for so many million years, to achieve, through ourselves, that quality of a smile which was pure success.” He once again channels the spirit of his famous Little Prince line and writes:
The essential, most often, has no weight. The essential there, was apparently nothing but a smile. A smile is often the essential. One is paid with a smile. One is rewarded by a smile. And the quality of a smile might make one die.
Indeed, in a subsequent chapter, Saint-Exupéry recounts an incident that rendered a smile very much the difference between life and death — his life and death. One night during his time in Spain as a journalist reporting on the Civil War, he found himself with several revolver barrels pressed tightly into his stomach — the militia of the rebel forces had snuck up on him under the veil of the dark and captured him in “solemn silence,” staring at his tie — “such a luxury was not fashionable in an anarchist area” — rather than his face. He recounts:
My skin tightened. I waited for the shot, for this was the time of quick trials. But there was no shot. After a complete blank of a few seconds, during which the shifts at work appeared to dance in another universe — a kind of dream ballet — my anarchists, slightly nodding their heads, bid me precede them, and we set off, without hurry, across the lines of junction. The capture had been done in perfect silence, with an extraordinary economy of movement. It was like a game of creatures of the ocean bed.
I soon descended to a basement transformed into a guard post. Badly lit by a poor oil lamp, some other militia were dozing, their guns between their legs. They exchanged a few words, in a neutral voice, with the men of my patrol. One of them searched me.
Saint-Exupéry didn’t speak Spanish, but understood enough Catalan to gather that his identity documents were being requested. He tried to communicate to his captors that he had left them at the hotel, that he was journalist, but they merely passed around his camera, yawning and expressionless. The atmosphere, to his surprise, wasn’t what one would expect of an anarchist militia camp:
The dominant impression was that of boredom. Boredom and sleep. The power of concentration of these men seemed exhausted. I almost wished for a sign of hostility, as a human contact. But … they gazed at me without any reaction, as if they were looking at a Chinese fish in an aquarium.
(One has to wonder whether that desire for contact, whatever its nature or cost, might be a universality of the human condition — the same impulse that drives trolls to spew the venom of hostility as a desperate antidote to their own apathy and existential boredom. Aggression is, perhaps, the only form of contact of which they are capable, and yet it is contact they crave so compulsively.)
After a tortuous period of observing his captors wait for nothing in particular, Saint-Exupéry grew increasingly exasperated with a longing for contact, for the mere acknowledgement of his existence. He paints the backdrop of the miracle that would take place:
In order to load myself with the weight of real presence, I felt a strange need to cry out something about myself, which would impose upon them the truth of my existence — my age for instance! That is impressive, the age of a man! That summarizes all his life. This maturity of his has taken a long time to achieve. It was grown through so many obstacles conquered, so many serious illnesses cured, so many griefs appeased, so many despairs overcome, so many dangers unconsciously passed. It has grown through so many desires, so many hopes, so many regrets, so many lapses, so much love. The age of a man, that represents a good load of experience and memories. In spite of decoys, jolts, and ruts, you have continued to plod like a horse drawing a cart.
Saint-Exupéry was thirty-seven at the time.
But what happened next had nothing to do with the achievement of age, or the gravitas of maturity, or any other willful self-assertion. Instead, it was driven by the simplest, most profound form of shared humanity:
Then the miracle happened. Oh! a very discreet miracle. I had no cigarette. As one of my guards was smoking, I asked him, by gesture, showing the vestige of a smile, if he would give me one. The man first stretched himself, slowly passed his hand across his brow, raised his eyes, no longer to my tie but to my face, and, to my great astonishment, he also attempted a smile. It was like the dawning of the day.
This miracle did not conclude the tragedy, it removed it altogether, as light does shadow. There had been no tragedy. This miracle altered nothing visible. The feeble oil lamp, the table scattered with papers, the men propped against the wall, the colors, the smell, everything remained unchanged. Yet everything was transformed in its very substance. That smile saved me. It was a sign just as final, as obvious in its future consequences, as unchangeable as the rising of the sun. It marked the beginning of a new era. Nothing had changed, everything was changed. The table scattered with papers became alive. The oil lamp became alive. The walls were alive. The boredom dripping from every lifeless thing in that cellar grew lighter as if by magic. It seemed that an invisible stream of blood had started flowing again, connecting all things in the same body, and restoring to them their significance.
The men had not moved either, but, though a minute earlier they had seemed to be farther away from me than an antediluvian species, now they grew into contemporary life. I had an extraordinary feeling of presence. That is it: of presence. And I was aware of a connection.
The boy who had smiled at me, and who, until a few minutes before, had been nothing but a function, a tool, a kind of monstrous insect, appeared now rather awkward, almost shy, of a wonderful shyness — that terrorist! He was no less a brute than any other. But the revelation of the man in him shed such a light upon his vulnerable side! We men assume haughty airs, but within the depth of our hearts, we know hesitation, doubt, grief.
Nothing had yet been said. Yet everything was resolved.
Saint-Exupéry ends with a reflection on the sacred universality and life-giving force of that one simple gesture, the human smile:
Care granted to the sick, welcome offered to the banished, forgiveness itself are worth nothing without a smile enlightening the deed. We communicate in a smile beyond languages, classes, and parties. We are faithful members of the same church, you with your customs, I with mine.
Four years after he wrote Letter to a Hostage, which is a sublime read in its totality, Saint-Exupéry disappeared over the Bay of Biscay never to return. Popular legend has it that Horst Rippert, the German fighter pilot who shot down the author’s plane, broke down and wept upon hearing the news — Saint-Exupéry had been his favorite author. What a tragic form of contact, war.
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Online classifieds marketplace Quikr has acquired Bengaluru-based used goods marketplace Zefo, for an undisclosed amount. With Zefo, Quikr is looking to further scale its pre-owned goods and services vertical.
Omnivore has announced the final close of its second fund, Omnivore Partners India Fund 2, at $97 Mn. The firm has raised funds from investors such as CDC, FMO, SIFEM, BIO, BASF Venture Capital, Mistletoe, Sonanz, and various family offices.
Facebook said it expects to be hit by $3 Bn to $5 Bn fine by US Federal Trade Commission (FTC) for the ongoing investigation in Cambridge analytical data scandal. We estimate that the range of loss in this matter is $3 Bn to $5 Bn.” Facebook said in a media statement.
In its report titled, Beyond Nagpur: The Promise of Electric Mobility’, Ola Mobility Institute stated that the government’s emobility goals for 2030 can be achieved only when the incentive provision goes beyond the purchase cost of electric vehicles.
Despite political and bureaucratic pressure, Nilekani completed his mission which was to disburse 600 Mn Aadhaar Cards by March 2014. The Aadhaar-enabled delivery services under the tagline ‘Aapka Paisa, Aapke Haath’ used Aadhaar authentication services for direct-benefit transfer (DBT).
Speaking to Inc42, Chandrasekaran revealed which startups he has invested in lately, and which sectors look the brightest from an angel investor’s point of view. But first, we discussed why 2014 is considered significant for the Indian startup ecosystem.
… that today is the Anniversary of the Seeing Eye Dog? The first seeing eye dog, Buddy, was given to his owner, Morris Frank, on this day in 1928. Buddy helped Mr. Frank fight for the rights of people with special challenges, including the right to bring service animals into restaurants, onto airplanes, and other places where pets are not typically allowed. Buddy met Presidents Hoover and Coolidge, and when she died in 1938, the New York Times ran an obituary honoring her impact on American compassion and civility.
Today’s Inspirational Quote:
“Be silly, be energetic, be selfless, be resilient, be compassionate, be forgiving, be loyal, be loving… Be Doglike.
“I have come to sow the seed of Love in your hearts so that, in spite of all superficial diversity which your life in illusion must experience and endure, the feeling of Oneness, through Love, is brought about amongst all nations, creeds, sects, and castes of the world.”
“If we understand and feel that the greatest act of devotion and worship to God is not to hurt or harm any of His beings, we are loving God.”