I learnt C programming from the book by Yashwant Kanetkar. Hence, I have a sort of emotional attachment with that writer. While explaining how a particular computer language works, he often compares it with human languages, utilizes the concepts of thoughts, words, sentences, and draws parallels with syntax, compilers and so on. Continue reading
Context: Demonetization by the government of India (2016). Based on Pt. Nehru’s quote ‘Dams are the temples of modern India’. Image for representative purpose only. Not necessarily a bank queue.
photo credit: Oli Kember Sonepur Mela, India via photopin (license)
I do not remember the exact title and date when that article was published; the only detail I can recall is that it appeared in The Hindu, and that it examined the role of cinema in violence and other crimes. It made an interesting observation that although people may not be immediately motivated to subscribe to violent behaviour after watching action movies, watching it played repeatedly on screen does make them callous and apathetic. No arguments; yes, we do not seem to be appalled any more while witnessing the aftermath of violence of any type in society. Continue reading
Translation: One went to IIT, studied engineering, then became a politician. Another became an actress, did good work, then became politician. A third one used to play cricket, made many records, was much praised, then became a politician. Politics — this is the ultimate aim of human life. It is destiny. It is called salvation.
सुकुमार राय (1887-1923), स्रोत – विकिमीडिया
पहलवान मुखेमारी का बडा नाम था – कहते हैं कि उसके जैसा पहलवान और कोई नहीं था । ठुकेमारी सचमुच का बडा पहलवान था, मुखेमारी का नाम सुनकर उसकी ईर्ष्या का कोई अंत न था । आखिर एक दिन जब ठुकेमारी से रहा नहीं गया, तो वह कम्बल में नौ मन आटा बाँधकर, उस कम्बल को कंधे पर डालकर मुखेमारी के घर की ओर चल दिया ।
रास्ते में एक जगह बहुत प्यास और भूख लगने पर ठुकेमारी ने कम्बल को कंधे से उतारा और एक पोखर के किनारे आराम करने के लिए बैठ गया । Continue reading
Source of Honey Singh’s photo : Wikimedia
Guest article by Geet George
To start this confession, I spent hours trying to come up with a good statement which would be able to help me describe poetry in its complete essence. Unfortunately, words were not of much help to me here. Only the experience of reading a well written poetry and the emotions it stirs up in you can convey what I wish to say.
A time came when I started enjoying advertisements more than the TV serials during which they were shown. Most of you might have felt the same. The quality of programme was deteriorating while that of advertisements improving day by day. Once I remarked to my neighbour, “This programme is wonderful . . . except the part between the opening credits and the closing credits”. Continue reading
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