Bocket Pottoms

T'was a beautiful summer morning, The dew was getting ready for a shower in sunlight. X (yes his name was X) was standing there staring open-mouthed at the crown of a tree. Then he realized that there was this risk of bird-droppings and started staring at the trunk instead. So he intended. The trunk's view was blocked by some sort of fence around it by some self-proclaimed tree-savers. His attention turned to the roots above ground that appeared to come out of the monotree-fence, like feet out of trousers. His hands were in his trousers' pockets. And then something pulled. Pulled the bottom of his pockets. No no it was not like half-eaten sharp edgy fingernails getting entangled when you try to take your hand out of your pockets. He was not taking his hands out after all. Something was tugging at the bottom of his pockets from inside. "What the 'ell !" he thought to himself (though he didn't really know English). Was it something he had done at night ? Was it hi-tech pickpocketry (or pickpocketree (but you don't know English !) ?) ? Was it trying to pull its pants down ?

Not really. The something-that-tugged by some mysterious coincidence was called Life (of course he didn't know) and was trying to reach for his hand.

Not knowing what to do when something pulls your pocketbottoms' outside from the inside of your trousers, he simply took his "handses out of his pocketses". And that was simply what Life had really wanted to happen and so it strutted off triumphantly to its bathroom for a nice cool shower (just in time before the water supply was stopped for the day).

Newton or Apple ?

This is just a theory (I like Prof. Langdon stories).

So, on 4th January 2009, the Google homepage had an animated doodle, that of a falling-apple. It was supposed to commemorate Sir Isaac Newton's Birthday.
According to reports, Google Chrome browser has overtaken Apple's Safari browser.
Could the apple-falling be symbolizing this ?

May be :D
(I know this sounds far fetched but ...)

1Conscious

There is nothing, absolutely nothing around. Neither space nor time. There is just me. There is nothing inside me. Now I am just conscious that I am. I now know that there is something inside me. It now seems there is everything around me. I am conscious of everything around me. When this consciousness is no more, there will be again nothing. Absolutely nothing, neither space, nor time. It will be just me.
Who is this me?

A LooFree World

I wish the process of separation of food into useful and waste didn't take place inside me. There should be a process where the food could be digested, outside the body. So humans will be eating just the useful part from food and this would get directly absorbed into the blood. The waste would have been in advance separated (and returned back to Earth may be). The human body evolves to let go of the separation and waste-removal process, just like it is supposed that we lost the tails we no longer began to need.
I wish there is a toilet-free world.

Krutrim / आर्टिफ़िशिअल

Recently, I have read many Marathi posts, by Marathi bloggers/writers. There was usage of English words in them. While reading those words coming in context of Marathi words, I always feel something weird. I don't know if its my bias or something, but to me they sound artificial ( like the Marathi of Radio Jockeys). Now whether it is the "reading voice" in the head which makes it sound so or what, I don't know, it could be a reason. But, then I also found that English words written in English instead of Marathi script did not sound that way, they came with the flow. From this I feel that may be it is because of the way transliteration occurs. That is, Marathi is read as it is written, so 'actually' the English word being read is not being read as it should be in actual English (so it indeed is artificial). May be.
Similarly, Marathi words written in English, coming in an English sentence, may also sound artificial, do they ?... May be ...