Did you know…


Did you know…

… that today is Monster Mash Day? With Halloween just around the corner, let’s remember when Bobby “Boris” Picket and the Crypt Kickers reached the top of the charts on this day in 1962 (for two weeks) with The Monster Mash. Get started early and download The Monster Mash and start singing out loud! 🙂

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Today’s Inspirational Quote:

“A sense of humor is needed armor. Joy in one’s heart and some laughter on one’s lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.”

— Hugh Sidey

The she-Dude and the Lady


The She-Dude and the Lady

Rhyming Couplet Ideas by jay

See the crawling of this man,
I think he’s angry at that pan.

He finds it hard to see the fishy,

Overshadowed by the isheee teary.

Who is that snorting near my fish?
I think she’d like to eat my dish.

She is but an evil lady,
Admired as she sits upon a grady.

Her grandeur car is just as sheepish,
It needs no gas, it runs on grass, cheapish.

She’s not alone she brings a dog,
a pet lobster, and lots of mog.

The lobster likes to chase a fly,
Especially one that’s like a butterfly.

The men shudders at the active pebble
They want to leave but she wants the hebbel.

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This is the weekly email digest of the daily online journal Brain Pickings by Maria Popova. If you missed last week’s edition — a tender painted poem celebrating the wilderness and our capacity for love, trust, and hope; Emily Dickinson’s uncommon life, illustrated; John Muir on the calm assurance of autumn as a season of self-renewal and nature as a tonic for mental and physical health — you can catch up right here. And if you find any value and joy in my labor of love, please consider supporting it with a donation – I spend innumerable hours and tremendous resources on it each week, as I have been for fourteen years, and every little bit of support helps enormously. If you already donate: THANK YOU.

Nobel Laureate Louise Glück’s Love Poem to Life at the Horizon of Death

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A generation after Walt Whitman declared himself “the poet of the body and the poet of the soul,” animated by an electric awareness of how interleaved the two are — how the body is the locus of “the real I myself” — the pioneering psychologist and philosopher William James revolutionized our understanding of life with his theory of how our bodies affect our feelings. In the century-some since, scientists have begun uncovering what poets have always known — that spirit is woven of sinew and mind of marrow. The body is the place, the only place, where we live — it is where we experience time, it is where we heal from emotional trauma, it is the seat of consciousness, without which there is nothing. And yet we spend our lives turning away from this elemental fact — with distraction, with addiction, with the trance of busyness — until suddenly something beyond our control — a diagnosis, a heartbreak, a pandemic — staggers us awake. We remember the body, this sole and solitary arena of being. The instant we remember to reverence it we also remember to mourn it, for we remember that this living miracle is a temporary miracle — a borrowed constellation of atoms bound to return to the stardust that made it.

That is what poet Louise Glück, laureate of the 2020 Nobel Prize in Literature, explores in the short, stunning poem “Crossroads,” originally published in her 2009 book A Village Life, later included in her indispensable collected Poems 1962–2012 (public library), and read here by the poet herself for the 2010 Griffin Poetry Prize.

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by Louise Glück

My body, now that we will not be traveling together much longer
I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar,
like what I remember of love when I was young —

love that was so often foolish in its objectives
but never in its choices, its intensities
Too much demanded in advance, too much that could not be promised —

My soul has been so fearful, so violent;
forgive its brutality.
As though it were that soul, my hand moves over you cautiously,

not wishing to give offense
but eager, finally, to achieve expression as substance:

it is not the earth I will miss,
it is you I will miss.

Complement with astronomer and poet Rebecca Elson’s staggering “Antidotes to Fear of Death,” composed as her own body was cusping over the untimely horizon of nonbeing, and poet Lisel Mueller, who lived to 96, on what gives meaning to our ephemeral lives, then revisit physicist Brian Greene on mortality and our search for meaning and the fascinating history of how the birth of astrophotography changed our relationship to death.

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Every Color of Light: A Stunning Japanese Illustrated Celebration of Change, the Sky, and the Fullness of Life

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One of the most bewildering things about life is how ever-shifting the inner weather systems are, yet how wholly each storm consumes us when it comes, how completely suffering not only darkens the inner firmament but dims the prospective imagination itself, so that we cease being able to imagine the return of the light. But the light does return to lift the darkness and restore the world’s color — as in nature, so in the subset of it that is human nature. “We forget that nature itself is one vast miracle transcending the reality of night and nothingness,” Loren Eiseley wrote in one of the greatest essays ever written. “We forget that each one of us in his personal life repeats that miracle.”

We forget, too, just how much of life’s miraculousness resides in the latitude of the spectrum of experience and our dance across it, how much of life’s vibrancy radiates from the contrast between the various hues, between the darkness and the light. There is, after all, something eminently uninteresting about a perpetually blue sky. Van Gogh knew this when he contemplated “the drama of a storm in nature, the drama of sorrow in life” as essential fuel for art and life. Coleridge knew it as he huddled in a hollow to behold “the power and ‘eternal link’ of energy” in his transcendent encounter with a violent storm.

The life-affirming splendor of the spectrum within and without is what Japanese poet and picture-book author Hiroshi Osada and artist Ryoji Arai celebrate in Every Color of Light: A Book about the Sky (public library), translated by David Boyd — a tender serenade to the elements that unspools into a lullaby, inviting ecstatic wakefulness to the fulness of life, inviting a serene surrender to slumber.

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Born in Fukushima just as World War II was breaking out, Osada composed this spare, lyrical book upon turning eighty, having lived through unimaginable storms. I can’t help but read it in consonance with Pico Iyer’s soulful meditation on autumn light and finding beauty in impermanence, drawn from his many years in Japan. Arai’s almost synesthetic art — radiating more than color, radiating sound, a kind of buzzing aliveness — only amplifies this sense of consolation in the drama of the elements, this sense of change as a portal not to terror but to transcendent serenity.

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The story traces the symphonic movements of a storm. The pitter-patter of a rainy day crescendoes into whipping wind and slanting rain as the blues grow darker and the greens deeper, suddenly interrupted by the electric kaleidoscope of lightning.

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And then, just like that, the storm passes, leaving a shimmering light-filled sky in its wake, leaving the darkened colors not just restored but imbued with a new vibrancy as the setting sun blankets everything with its golden light.

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The shadows grow longer, the birds go to roost, the Moon rises enormous and ancient against the clear star-salted sky, and the time for sleep comes like birdsong, like a moonrise, like a whispered poem.

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Complement the subtle and staggeringly beautiful Every Color of Light with science-inspired artist Lauren Redniss’s wondrous Thunder & Lightning and artist Maira Kalman’s charming MoMA collaboration with author Daniel Handler, Weather, Weather, then revisit Little Tree — Japanese graphic designer and book artist Katsumi Komagata’s uncommonly magical pop-up celebration fo the cycle of life — and Georgia O’Keeffe’s serenade to the sky.

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Bruce Lee on Death and What It Takes to Be an Artist of Life

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“Do you need a prod? / Do you need a little darkness to get you going?” Mary Oliver asked in her stunning love poem to life, composed in the wake of a terrifying diagnosis. “Let me be as urgent as a knife, then, / and remind you of Keats, / so single of purpose and thinking, for a while, / he had a lifetime.”

Think of Keats when you need that prod for living — Keats, who died at the peak of his poetic powers, already having given humanity more truth and beauty in his short life than most would give if they had eternity. Or think of Bruce Lee (November 27, 1940–July 20, 1973) — another rare poet of life, who too pursued truth and beauty, if in a radically different medium; who too was slain by chance, that supreme puppeteer of the universe, at the peak of his powers; who too left a legacy that shaped the sensibility, worldview, and wakefulness to life of generations.brucelee1-1.jpg?resize=680%2C545

Bruce Lee (Photograph courtesy of the Bruce Lee Foundation archive)

On the bench across from Bruce Lee’s tombstone in Seattle’s Lake View Cemetery, where he is buried alongside his son, also chance-slain in youth, these words of tribute appear: “The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.” They are often misattributed to Lee himself — perhaps because of the proximity, perhaps because they radiate an elemental truth about his life. The animating ethos of that uncommon life comes newly alive in Be Water, My Friend: The Teachings of Bruce Lee (public library) by his daughter, Shannon Lee, titled after his famous metaphor for resilience — a slender, potent book twining her father’s timeless philosophies of living with her own reflections, drawn from her own courageous life of turning unfathomable loss into a path of light and quiet strength.

In the final year of his life, Lee was in the last stages of a long negotiation with the Hollywood machine over what had long been his dream — a film that would introduce Eastern philosophy into Western culture through the thrilling Trojan horse of martial arts action. It was a dream he attained by his sheer force of vision and will, for the Hollywood studios had such a contrived initial template and such resistance to his deeper conceptual ideas that Lee, at the risk of losing his one great opportunity for reaching millions, refused to be a mere actor in a mindless, unimaginative, and stereotype-reinforcing action movie; he insisted that it be altered and elevated, then ended up radically rewriting the script — adding, among many other poetic-philosophical cornerstones, the now-iconic “finger pointing at the Moon” scene — and giving the film its now-iconic title: Enter the Dragon.brucelee3.jpg?resize=680%2C1012

Bruce Lee (Photograph courtesy of the Bruce Lee Foundation archive)

Throughout the entire experience, which pushed Lee to step beyond the limits of his prior creative and existential imagination, he began drafting and redrafting a piece he titled “In My Own Process.” In it, a century after the young Leo Tolstoy wrote in his diary of self-discovery and moral development that “this is the entire essence of life: Who are you? What are you?,” the young philosopher-king of martial arts aimed at a “sincere and honest revelation of a man called Bruce Lee.” He resolved:

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He didn’t know that the way was soon to be cut short; he didn’t know that he was already an artist of life. “The most regretful people on earth,” Mary Oliver would write decades later in an essay of staggering insight, “are those… who felt their own creative power restive and uprising, and gave to it neither power nor time.” Bruce Lee felt his restive potential, and though chance interceded before he could give it due time, he gave it more than due power. His daughter quotes another passage from the notebooks he relentlessly filled with ideas, insights, and open questions to be answered in the act of living — a passage that bespeaks the wellspring of his existential and creative power beyond time:

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It was this diffuse and integrated understanding of existence that conferred a rich sense of meaning upon Lee’s life and allowed him to face death, not knowing he was facing it, without regret, without fear, as a fully actualized artist of life. In another notebook entry, he writes:

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Complement with physicist Brian Greene on how our transience confers dignity and meaning upon our lives, astronomer-poet Rebecca Elson’s stunning antidote to the fear of death, and Walt Whitman on what makes life worth living, then revisit Lee on the measure of success, his previously unpublished reflections on willpower, imagination, and confidence, and the philosophy and origin of the famous teaching after which his daughter’s book is titled.

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Random phrases of the day


  1. I Smell a RatMeaning: A feeling that something is not quite right, or awry.
  2. Jack of All Trades Master of NoneMeaning: Having suitable skill in multiple things, but not being an expert in any of them.
  3. Right Off the BatMeaning: Immediately, done in a hurry; without delay.
  4. Give a Man a FishMeaning: It’s better to teach a person how to do something than to do that something for them.
  5. Fit as a FiddleMeaning: Being fit as a fiddle means to be in perfect health.

“I hate this restaurant”


“I hate this restaurant”

Back in the old days, I took someone to a local Italian restaurant for dinner.

As we looked over the menu, complete with regional specialties and handmade pastas, he started to sulk. With a sullen look, he said, “I want a hamburger and french fries.”

Somehow, the patient kitchen staff figured out how to produce this out of thin air, and a tantrum was narrowly averted. But I’ve been thinking about that interaction a lot.

In his mind, “restaurant” meant, “a place where I can get a hamburger and french fries.” If you look at many 1 star reviews (of books, of music, of restaurants) this is precisely what you’re going to see. A mismatch of expectations. A mismatch that is blamed, completely, on the person who created the work, not the critic.

It doesn’t matter that the thing was clearly marked. It doesn’t matter that the thing was extraordinarily well-produced. And it doesn’t matter if just about everyone else experiencing it was thoroughly delighted.

Because for this spoiled, under-informed and impatient patron, it failed.

This failure comes from a few contributing factors, all amplified by our culture:

First, you can’t know if you’re going to like an experience until you experience it. All you know is your understanding of what was on offer. And because there are so many choices and there’s so much noise, we rarely take the time to actually read the label, or we get carried away by the coming attractions, or we just don’t care enough to pay attention until we’re already involved.

[And marketers are complicit, because in the face of too much noise, they hype what’s on offer and overpromise…]

Second, because many people are afraid. They’re afraid of the new and even more than that, afraid of change. Most people in our culture would like to be entertained not transformed, lectured at instead of learning.

Third, the double-edged sword of giving everyone a microphone means that we’ve amplified the voices of dissent at the same time we’ve given people a chance to speak up about their desires. This means that mass culture is far more divisive than it ever was before, and it also means that bubbles of interest are more likely to be served.

And so the fork in the road:

You can either turn your operation into a cross between McDonald’s and Disney, selling the regular kind, pandering to the middle, putting everything in exactly the category they hoped for and challenging no expectations…

Or you can do the incredibly hard work of transgressing genres, challenging expectations and seeking out the few people who want to experience something that matters, instead of something that’s merely safe.

courtesy: Seth Godin’s Newsletter

15 october 2020


Did you know…

… that today is National Grouch Day? Today we honor our favorite grouch, Oscar, who appeared for the first time on Sesame Street on this day in 1969. Embrace your inner grouch today. Whine and complain a little bit but get back to thinking positive tomorrow! 😉

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Today’s Inspirational Quote:

“Everything in your life you have put there. You have created. If you don’t like what’s happening in your life, you can change it.”

— Dolores Cannon

16th october 2020


Did you know…

… that today is Dictionary Day? Noah Webster, considered the Father of the American Dictionary, was born on this day in 1758. He began writing his dictionary at the age of 43 and it took him 27 years to finish it! Celebrate by learning some new words today. It’s the least you can do for Noah!

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Today’s Inspirational Quote:

“Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.”

— James Baldwin

18th october 2020


Did you know…

… that today is National Chocolate Cupcake Day? Chocolate cupcakes were first seen in a 1796 cookbook called American Cookery as individual-sized cakes and have grown so popular that they now have their own special day! Trivia buffs: The term cupcake was first used in a cookbook written by Eliza Leslie in 1828.

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Today’s Inspirational Quote:

“In the buffet of life, friends are the dessert.”

— Author Unknown

19th October 2020


Did you know…

… that today is Evaluate Your Life Day? Today is a time to pause and reflect upon our life, where it’s been, and where it’s going. With self-evaluation, you can then make big changes to improve the quality of your life. It can be the beginning of a happier and healthier you!

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Today’s Inspirational Quote:

“Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth without destroying his roots.”

— Frank A. Clark

What is NaMo AND RaGa from a Metallurgist’s vantage point ?


What is NaMo AND RaGa from a Metallurgist’s vantage point ?

What is NaMo AND RaGa from a Metallurgist’s vantage point ?

Here is an analysis for you to laugh and enjoy:

What is NaMo made of?

The Metallurgist tried to decipher.

The answer is NaMo is made of Sodium (Na) and Molybdenum (Mo). Sodium is part of ‘common’ salt and our biological system including the heart works thanks to sodium. Sodium metal is soft, lustrous, shining but don’t mess with it. It is highly reactive. If you want to see the violent reaction try to put some sodium on water.

The second metal in NaMo is molybdenum. Unlike sodium, molybdenum is very very hard and melts at very high temperature. It is extra tough and is used to make steel and super alloys. Mo is part of some important enzymes in human body. You can’t exist without it.

A combination of Na and Mo makes NaMo soft and at the same time a very tough man. The message is don’t mess with him. You can’t stand his reaction. RaGa learned this in the hard way in the parliament.

His biologist friend had a doubt, What metal is RaGa made of ?

RaGa is made of Radium (Ra) and Gallium (Ga). Radium is a radioactive element discovered by Marie Curie. Ra was thought to be the cure for all diseases, people were highly excited in the beginning. It was used as medicine for rejuvenation therapy and also for making fluorescent watch dials. All people including Marie Curie died of radium poison. After the initial euphoria, nobody wanted to touch radium and lot of efforts were taken to get rid of the remaining radium.

Interestingly Ra is part of a dynasty. It is formed by the decay of thorium and thorium itself is formed by the decay of uranium. Note: it is ‘decay’ product.

The second element Ga is a vicious metal with a melting point of 29 degree centigrade. You take solid Ga in hand and it will melt. Highly predictable. It has absolutely no role in biology. So RaGa is the combination of a poisonous element with a useless element and dangerous combination!

Courtesy: The Nephew-in-law from Mumbai who is a Metallurgist. 🙂

Provoking thoughts: Aging and why not gracefully?!


The old believe everything;  the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.”   “I am not young enough to know everything,” or so goes   the supposed Oscar Wilde quote.

Young men want to be faithful and are not;

old men want to be faithless and cannot.
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It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.

Novelist Oscar Wilde Top Best Quotes (With Pictures) - Linescafe.com

QUOTES OF THE WEEK


Richard M. Nixon“The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire.”

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Jack Welch“Change before you have to.”

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James Joyce“The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.”

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Henry Kissinger“The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.”

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Amelia Barr“With renunciation life begins.”

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George Chapman“They’re only truly great who are truly good.”

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Tennessee Williams“To be free is to have achieved your life.”

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Veridical – word of the day


WORD OF THE DAY
Veridicalvə-RI-də-kəlPart of speech: adjectiveOrigin: Latin, mid 17th century
1Truthful.2Coinciding with reality.
 
Examples of Veridical in a sentence “I can always count on my mother to give veridical advice.” “Even when I daydream, my thoughts remain quite veridical.”

Things average out


It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.

Good and bad comes in Exactly equal proportions in a lifetime, Things have a tendency to average out. Not so with people, they are neither good or bad. They are Moody at times. They are unpredictable. They are great when they are charming and they go down a notch when they are tedious, even scrupulous or meticulous 🙂 !

14. World Statistics Day –20TH October


14. World Statistics Day 20th October

World Statistics Day

Content marketing ideas:

  • Listicle idea: X Indians who have made a difference to the field of statistics
  • Infographic idea: Where are we on the COVID graph right now?
  • Video idea: How does probability help you in your everyday life?
  • Podcast idea: How the census helps the government formulate policies