Exercise Grows New Brain Cells

Came across this link (click here) that states exercise stimulates the growth of new brain cells. Guess I have yet another reason to continue my morning exercise :-)

God: A nice one...

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Mumbai Gangs

A Frontline article on Mumbai gangs: click here. It gives a brief history of the gangs

ATB

Came across some ATB music. Liked it. Something gives it a touch of Enigma and Enya. I love the female voice of ATB. I guess it is Tiff Lacey. Given below are two sample videos of ATB. It is called Ecstasy (Album: No Silence)

Milan - The next revolution?

Could Milan be the next-gen computing device? Checkout this video. Also available at this link (click here)

P G Wodehouse - Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit

Got a chance to lay my restless hands on P G Wodehouse’s “Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit”. Quiet a riveting entertainer, I would say. It had the mercy to force me to keep aside some important work of mine, just to relish its waggish wit. Once out of its grip, I thought I would share some of the interesting quotes you may find strewn in the book…

Bertie: Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her/his stuffs anything that comes to mind!

Bertie: You know how it is with these earnest, brainy damsels of what is called a strong character. They can’t let the male soul alone. They want to get behind it and start shoving. Scarcely have they shaken the rice from their hair in the car driving off for the honeymoon than they pull up their socks and begin moulding the partner of joys and sorrows, and if there is one thing that gives me the pip, it is being moulded.

Aunt Dahlia: Florence proposes to mould you?
Bertie: I gathered so
Aunt Dahlia: You won’t like that
Bertie: No
Aunt Dahlia nodded understandingly: Men don’t. I attribute my own happy marriage to the fact that I have never so much as laid a finger on old Tom.

Mr. Trotter: You know what happens when you get married? You are bossed. You can’t call your soul your own. You become just a cipher in the home.

Bertie: What a lesson this should be to us, old flesh and blood, never to give up, never to despair… however dark the outlook…

Hormones required

Is there some Yoga technique to get your body produce sufficient amounts of Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Serotonin and Pregnenolone so that your mental clarity is crisp and focus absolute?

4Cs of an essay

Came across this info:

An essay must have the 4C attributes

The 4Cs are:

1. Conciseness
2. Clarity
3. Correctness
4. Courtesy

Interesting... huh?

Desire = f(t).h(n)

Until fulfilled, human desire is a function of time. This statement can be expressed as given below:

Desire = function(time)
=> Desire = f(t) ----- (1)

f(t) can decrease with time => Desire can decrease over a period time. E.g. A certain type of food you want to eat
f(t) can be a constant => Desire can be a constant E.g. A place that you always wanted to visit.
f(t) can increase with time => Desire can increase over a period time. E.g. A professional post that you want to occupy.

The increase, decrease and consistency of desire depend on human nature or idiosyncrasy. Hence we can say desire is also a function the human nature who owes it. This would draw the following eqaution

Desire = function(human nature)
=> Desire = h(n) ----- (2)

From equation (1) and (2) we can conclude

Desire = f(t).h(n) ----- (3)

Once its objective is met, Desire dies. It can give way to new Desires; but definitely it dies once it reaches its destiny.

Addictive Relationships

Today, I came across an article in Bangalore Times on Addictive Relationship. I found its content interesting. When I searched the net, I hit this article (click here). Bangalore Times lifted it from this website and never mentioned the credits in the column!!

Moms

My mom was not keeping well. She was having fever and was quite tired. Alas moms can't take sick leave :-( She decided to take a quick nap to beat the fatigue. She lied on the only bed I had at my "bachelor home". She had almost dozed off, when I observed that she was lying on the edge of the bed. With a pat I woke her up and whispered: "Move a bit. Else you will fall". She jumped from the bed and as she walking away from the bed she asked me: "Are you tired. Do you want to lie down? I'm not that tired!" Moms are moms :-)

The story below is another beautiful depiction of Mom's love.

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.

She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

The other woman that my wife w anted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well," she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.

"I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you," I responded. " Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, " I would like that very much."

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's.

"I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, "she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting".

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,

I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

"It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation - nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.

"How was your dinner date ?" asked my wife when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: " I LOVE YOU!" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."