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Satyajit. 26. Male. Panda. India. :). ;)
" We were Strangers first, Then We Became Friends, Then One day again we will become Strangers again and then again we will meet as Friends.....and this cycle goes on...."
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
and this one is customized by Satyajit Tambe
Work like a slave,
Command like a king,
Create like a god.
Taylor Wilson : The Nuclear Scientist Who Skipped College
When he was 14, Wilson built a nuclear-fusion reactor. Then, a bomb-sniffing device that impressed even the president. Now 18, the prodigy is skipping college and using a $100,000 Thiel Fellowship to try to crack the riddle of harnessing energy from nuclear fusion—a feat that plenty consider impossible.
When people have dedicated their lives to something—and spent eight years in college—they just expect that a kid wouldn’t be up to doing it. But kids have a certain predisposition to do things differently and see the world differently—and that’s helpful. I don’t mean to offend anybody, but I think that we get a lot of scientists now who are bent into a system, and we lose some of their boldness by that. Obviously, you have to learn the ropes, but I think it’s important to do that without hammering out the radicalness that makes innovation happen.
Seriously impressive !
inspiring..
(Source: yesmynameisrhiannon)
To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.
Unknown
Stories That I Love
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it. In his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.
It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.”
43 Years Ago Today, Mankind reached Moon.
In short, two men – born helpless as the rest of us – through time, training, and sheer will, were thrust into space by the greatest minds of our generation and then stepped onto a lunar soil that the New York Times reported as being fine and powdery.
Although the article mostly talks about it as achievement by US, I see this as huge achievement for whole human race. It’s one of the example of the incredible potential we as human being’s hold once we are determined.
You have to create yourself by your own effort.
OSHO
“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”
“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”, Jonathan replied.
from Jonathan Livingston Seagull
I need to frame it and put it on the wall besides Steve Jobs pic !
(Source: dope-daydreams)
Artist: Henry Jackman
Album : X-Men : First Class
Track : First Class
Had been listening to this track alternating with one another track. I find it very very stimulating. One of the most inspiring and best compositions I have heard in recent times. Henry Jackman like his mentor Hans Zimmer is genius ! As the name says First Class.
Track from X-Men : First Class.
”The spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.”
-From ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra’ , Friedrich Nietzsche
This is Awesome ! :D
I am not afraid. This is what I was born to do.
Joan of Arc (via elige)
(Source: shut-up-and-consume)
To-morrow again, I begin…….
I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,
To the will I have added the deed;
The best that was in me I’ve given,
I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.
I have dared and reached only disaster,
I have battled and broken my lance;
I am bruised by a pitiless master
That the weak and the timid call Chance.
I am old, I am bent, I am cheated and betrayed,
Of all that Youth urged me to win;
But name me not with the defeated,
To-morrow again, I begin.
By S.E.Kiser
