That rectangle shape

     That awkward thing you have to do to get the blanket in the right way.
  
       During my childhood, I fondly remember, I found it strange that there was a shoe specifically designed for each foot. Why couldn't the left shoe fit on the right foot?  Gradually, I started thinking about other things too. And realised that many things don't make sense.

       For one, beds are usually shaped like rectangles. Why must sheets and blankets be shaped this way too? Maybe it looks better? But I guess blanket designers need to keep in mind he benefit of the person, not the bed.

       Suppose it's a cold night and wake up feeling cold in your legs. You try to cover the whole body by adjusting the blanket over your legs. Now you do a kick-thing to get it the correct way. So why can't have be square-shaped or even circular blankets? It would be worth it.

       

The online life

  Isn't it kind of passe that one wants to spend the whole life on the Internet these days- Facebook, Twitter, and the other army of social networking sites that get updated every second by people. And guess what, people lap it up too.
 
    I don't understand the way people think their lives are historical, that they share every single moment of it; most of them useless updates to be frank. What, are they waiting for some historian to look up their electronic diary?

   Well, I guess it's the will to communicate.

    I like the way people present a specific though, opinion or idea in the form of a tweet or a blog post, as long as its sane enough to be read. That said, I have read some wonderful things on the net as well as some bad things. It all, comes down to the writing.

   Finally, I hope this ain't something hat hard-hitting. No, I haven't intended it to be. Just the fuelled ramblings of a man.
 
   

Dissatisfied

   I guess I haven't really enjoyed a book since the last two months. I read this somewhere: "When was the last goo book you read?" My answer to this would be Stones of Fire. Then on, most books have been average or not as fulfilling as I expected them to be.
   There are various of books on my shelf I want to read, but yet not doing so most of them would involve catching up on the previous story, so that my memory in that context is refreshed and I can fairly judge the story.
   I want to feel attached to the books I read. I want the plots to be as immersible as possible, and I want to care for the characters and want to lose myself in the story.
   The book worm is calm. At least till then. 

CyberCensorship

After browsing through Reddit for a few hours, I came across this though-provoking picture, quite relevant in today's context.

AfAf

After my death, please post this on Facebook

I am dead.:-)

Have you ever thought about what would happen to your Facebook page after you die? While researching about algorithms used by Facebook, I came across an app “If I Die”. This app enables the user to upload a post or video that will be published post mortem. The death has to be confirmed by 3 trustee friends named by the user when he uploads this message.


If you think about it, the idea for this app is not revolutionary or even new. They are simply making use of social media to publish the final message to a larger audience. The mediums used by If I Die, like video and text, have been around for a long time.
What other purpose could a final message via Facebook serve? I can think of one. Many people have hundreds of friends on Facebook, who only connect online. For these people, a last message would spread the information that the profile owner is dead. How else are they to learn about the death, without someone informing them via Facebook? Who better to do it then the owner of the profile themselves? After all, the close family and friends are probably busy mourning.

Would I use this app? At this point in time, I would have to reply with a negative. I have no secrets or vendettas I want to air after my death. Furthermore I tell those I care about that I love them, while I am still alive. I do not see the need to do it after my death.

Are you interested in or already using this app? What were the motivating factors for you to do it?

Contrast

  Took this photo while a couple of friends were racking their heads at chess.

 

   

Stats

    Search engines are odd things sometimes. I logged on this evening to read a comment by someone who actually comments (I really do appreciate that), and saw an odd blip in my stat-o-meter. More people had viewed my blog in an hour, than during the previous five or so days combined. I clicked for more info (isn’t it amazing that even lazy non-programmers can do things like this, and for free, too?); they were mostly from the United Arab Emirates and interested in Palmyra. Apparently the town is under siege in the sort of civil war thing that’s going on? I didn’t know that before. Well… I’m sorry to hear that (and, in retrospect, not so very surprised, since that was where they said the people in the area had moved to and set up camp when at war with the French). The things one can learn from following odd stats pattern on their blogs…

The World seriously needs a Superman

 

The very idea of having a Superman to save the world may be Utopian. Hence, it becomes a bit difficult to judge the reason for having him. And it becomes even more difficult to answer ‘why we need him?’.

But for once, only once, lets try and think that Superman is real.
That there really is a person out there, wearing a blue-red attire with his ‘S’ signature, who flies high in the infinite, tearing the wind with his whetted, muscular body. A man who has the extra-ordinary power of resisting anything. A not-so-ordinary man who, with his powers, can rotate the earth in the opposite direction just so that he can bring things back to normal. Go to the past, and change it. The bullet when hits his eyes, turns into a mere metal plate, worth nothing.
Fascinating but, unreal. Imaginary.

But, a Superman need not look and be the same for all. He need not have the power to stop a plane from crashing neither does he need to have the power to swiftly cut the wind to reach the little but huge globe falling, due to the earthquake, to save a hundred lives.





Your Superman, need save only YOUR life. And when every person has their own Superman, we’re all gonna be safe. We’re all gonna be loved by him and he’ll be loved by us.



My Superman doesn’t have the power to turn the globe around in order to change the bad of the past. But, I know that he HAS the ability to pull me out of the fast running stream while I’m drowning; help me escape a building that has caught fire; and protect me from almost every evil on this earth, without even thinking about his own life.

My Superman is my Dad. And I have complete and utter faith in him. I know that he’ll rescue me each time I’m in trouble.

I’m sure everyone of us have their own Superman. We only need to trust him and realise his value

So, who’s your Superman?

Book Review- only Time will Tell by Jefrey Archer

 Archer’s latest novel is the first part of a generational trilogy centering on Harry Clifton in the gritty city of Bristol, England. His father goes mysteriously missing one day, leaving Harry in the care of his mother, grandparents and drunken Uncle Stan who, like Harry’s father, works on the docks. Only time will tell if Harry will better his lot in life? Fortunately for him, a host of guardian angels hovers — a choir mistress, a generous and forgiving teacher, a considerate prep school master and an eccentric outcast who lives in an abandoned railroad car — doling out words of wisdom.
Blessed with a heavenly singing voice, Harry is accepted to the nose-in-the-air St. Bede’s school. Think Charles Dickens meets Jane Austen. Only time will tell . . . if Harry will be accepted and eventually successful? Thanks to his new best friends and his own “cleverness” at academics, he is, on both accounts.
But here he meets the first villain: Mr. Barrington, his best friend’s father, his mother’s first lover and the boss who had a role in Harry’s dad’s disappearance.
Harry is a caricature in a cast straight from central casting. Despite his ghetto background, everything Harry touches turns to gold. Even when he learns his mother is turning tricks to pay for his education, he loves her even more. In British fashion, the story is driven by the white lies they tell. Heaven forfend the truth be told fully for fear it will offend someone.
And even when the truth comes out (Harry learns he may be the first-born son of the evil Mr. Barrington and heir to his vast estate), secrets remain.
Harry runs away to spare his friends and family from harmful truths and winds up in New York, where his story will continue.
Will that be enough to drive two sequels? Only time will tell.