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Monday, March 02, 2009

Believe It Or Not: : Histories Mysteries Part I

No this is not from the archives of the TALENTED MR. RIPLEY...

This is more profound than you would ever guess it to be.




Did you know what ARCHIMEDES was doing in his Bath when he had that his EUREKA MOMENT.......


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As he inhaled his mind seemed to spiral out of control.... and his tube light went on, just in time... and out she scrambled from his bath tub...



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Thus without bothering to dress good Ole Archimedes rushed out into the agora (market place), age seemed to fall off him as he proclaimed to all and sundry just one word...


EUREKA


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Now you know whom you have to Thank, for this discovery... No No not the Eureka Forbes Man you stoner... Bah....Of course the DIVINE WEED.


See this is the history they don't teach you at school... I mean where would we be without Mz. Marie Juan, if she didn't teach us to always question the mitigating circumstances behind every Earth Shattering Thought in the history of MANKIND....


I'm sure Shakespeare was doing it when he said: TO BE OR NOT TO BE.


AND

The reason why Mona Liza was smiling... because just before she was going to pose for Leonardo, she was indulging herself , look.

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One day I shall prove that Einstein relatively meant something totally different when he wrote:

e = mc2


Somewhere in the Background if you look closely you will see it influencing events, spreading sweetness and light.. So Legalize it Don't Despise It... is what I say...


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A question for all the Architects

Q: What are DOORS held up by?

A: JOINTS....

Monday, December 17, 2007

Calling all the wild ones




Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Icarus Rising


Do you know that feeling....the slow rise to the surface.... The gentle tug of the moon's gravity as it pulls you to the shore.


The way pressure increases in your chest and the body feels like lead weighed down by enormous forces pinning you under as if you were drowning...



As if the soul which had been wrenched from you returns from some far ..distant voyage ..... laden with care and troubles galore... a heavy heart beating a furious tattoo in your chest........


The constant craving and silent wailing...



Being outside looking into the self....


When the world is colored by all your woes and happiness is a distant shore which is always just out of reach...as you thrash about trying to get closer and it draws ever distant... all you grasp is thin air.....






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Such has become my reality and it's extremely surreal

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Spin It

Yes I confess..
I'm a bit footloose and a total fancy freak..

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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The General in his Laybrinth.






Trouble Ahead, & Trouble behind,
And you know that notion, just crossed my mind.
Casey Jones
( thus sang the Late, Great - Jerry Garcia, of The Grateful Dead ,very solemnly)

I wouldn't be surprised that these words may sound familiar to General Musharaff these days
As Pakistan celebrates its 60th Independence Day 2 days ago, he must be wondering whether he will still be the head of state when it comes around again.

I mean no wonder the general is worried, ever since he meddled with the Supreme Court & The Chief Justice, things haven't been going all that well for him.

Amidst heavy rains which have brought Karachi to a similar state as that Mumbai knows all too well, and reports out of Washington till recently his staunchest allies must be causing him to wring his hands and wishing that he were Harry Houdini, Alas for the General such is not the case.

Some Interesting Posts on the state of things in Pakistan







Friday, August 10, 2007

The Numbers Game




Thursday, August 09, 2007

Ode to a Japanese Painting



Waterdrops on a Branch

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Saturday, July 28, 2007

No Direction Home