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Tuesday, July 31, 2018
This is where I love to be
La isla bonita -- A girl sings this lullaby
Every moment is ecstasy
Where scorching sunray like embers of my memory
Her voice is divine and unheard symphony
That wreathes my soul like caged birds cacophony
Her eyes -- untold tales of prophecy
Sailors' quest for the island of Destiny
Emeralds and rubies -- premonition of Shangri–la -- She's my fantasy
She makes me believe in mirages -- that's some real sorcery
This is where I love to be
La isla bonita -- A girl sings this lullaby
She's the one -- White pearl and dark red ruby
My talisman -- I lost in the echoes of her lullaby.
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Sunday, July 29, 2018
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Friday, July 27, 2018
Astrologer: [Good–humoredly] Parrot: Please tell me about my Destiny.
Parrot: [Feigning dizziness] Sunstroke!
Astrologer: [Mockingly] What? Am I going to suffer a sunstroke?
Parrot: Nope! Moreover, how would I know . . . . You are the learned one! I was merely suggesting that we sit under a tree! Preferably . . . . an old banyan tree!
Astrologer: [Perplexed] That is a peculiar request. Seriouly unbecoming . . . . Never mind . . . . Okay. But why an old banyan tree? Why not any other tree? Moreover, what do you know about trees in the first place?
Parrot: Moreover, I am getting bad vibes . . . . maybe this place is jinxed . . . .
I am basically a bird . . . . It is my innateness . . . . It is my intrinsicality . . . . I know about trees like the back of my hand.
An old banyan tree is a sagely tree . . . . it is a sacred tree . . . .
Astrologer: Aw! That is quite awe-inspiring. Maybe you are missing your nest that you never built! I am touched! I am not a cruel or harsh man! You must have realized that by now . . . . I detest keeping you caged like this! Let us call this shared destiny or what is your favorite concept? Drat! Symbiosis right? Yep! Ours is a classic example of symbiotic relationship . . . . Your hankering for freedom is an open secret! Your unabashed temper tantrums! Sullen! That is Utopia!
Your quest for an El Dorado! It is mirage! Prolonged captivity does make you erratic . . . . delusional and all that! I feel sorry for you . . . . really!
Parrot: Dont you get bored? Monotony!
Astrologer: Nah . . . .
Parrot: Why did you become an astrologer?
Astrologer: Duh! Isnt that obvious?
Parrot: Game? You want me to play that game with you? That is a game right? Oh please . . . . anything but cards!
Astrologer: Let's play dice!
Parrot: Socratic irony?
Astrologer: What is that?
Parrot: Why do you address me as Parrot? Isnt that pejorative? I love giving people nicknames! Pet name! Anyways . . . . Who was he?
Astrologer: Dunno! It's all Greek to me!
Parrot: Your patron?
Astrologer: Maybe! I dont remember his face!
Parrot: How come I dont remember meeting him?
Astrologer: Because you are always sleepwalking! Absent-minded! Trancelike aloofness! Oblivious! Moreover, I dont know about birds particularly about parrots like the back of my hand! Bird mind–set blah, blah, blah!
Parrot: Can I ask you something?
Parrot: Do you really think that I am insolent?
Astrologer: Yep! Unwarranted . . . . character assassination is blatant insolence! I know all about your wicked plans . . . . You are scheming, foxy type . . . . And, you think that I am a con artist! That is quite heartbreaking! You are so unfeeling!
Parrot: I am overawed . . . . is that Stockholm syndrome? Eye–opener!
To be continued . . . .
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I am your best friend . . . . Trust me . . . . I could empathize with your unfounded sense of déjà vu and irrational fears . . . . Are you taking your antipsychotic pills, by the way? Your ancestral anecdote is nothing more than a myth . . . . Schools? There was not even a single tree house . . . You have been to school . . . . You know all this . . . . Although, you are a dropout . . . . There is not such thing as vendetta!
Humans have not really evolved in the strict sense of the word! They are mere copycats! They aped trafficking from my ancestors! Ethics? Infringement? Animal rights? Are you moron? They did not even put on the endangered list! By the way: They don't teach you Darwin at school anymore, right? That self-proclaimed evolutionist? Who is in your Panchatantra module now? Alvin Toffler eh? Desmond Morris?
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Monday, July 23, 2018
Decisive / Deciding / Determining factors . . . .
Turbo Button: Yep. There used to be a Turbo Button on IBM compatibles / clones way back in the nineteen-nineties. That's my First Hack as well -- I outsmarted my those-days sidekick in our shanty and outfoxed him on Tetris Game High Scores. My point is: I'm trying to give you an analogy -- We'd tweak our minds like that -- Get into that Problem-solving -- Troubleshooting -- Edward de Bono Mode -- For consistency: Let's call it -- The Turbo Mode.
What'd we learn from the following examples:
Cheetah or any large wildcats:
How do they GET their prey?
1. First thing they do: They SELECT their prey usually from a wide array of -- grazing but ALERT herd.
2. Second: They ISOLATE it.
3. Third: They ZERO IN ON it single–mindedly. Meaning they DO NOT get DISTRACTED by innumerable preys / targets. They NEVER stray off course.
4. Fourth: Decision-Making: They 'PRE-DECIDE' -- Hunt or just LURK -- Meaning they've QUITE REALISTIC goals based on previous hunting experiences, instincts and situational awareness.
5. Fifth: CHASE. OUTRUN. OVERPOWER. OUTMANEUVER. Last–minute full throttle / thrust / sprint -- Cheetah or any large wildcats / predators -- They JUST KNOW their Prey-Behavior.
The last-minute SPRINT is the decisive/deciding/determining factor. A nanosecond miscalculation means it'd have to starve along with its (Lions/lionesses) pride and swallow its pride, too. Probably they imagine hungry cubs back home and that itself gives them the 'adrenaline rush' in terms of the Animal Kingdom. BUT the same thing is happening with the PREY TOO -- Its defense mechanism doing the same thing: Turbo Mode: Ditto. A fight–or–flight reaction. Predator: Clockwise. Prey: Anticlockwise. -- Countermeasures -- Heightened Senses and everything. Instincts, previous experiences again. Survival instinct / survival mechanism -- Instincts mean chance of survival. Moo! Watch out kiddo -- those beasts are real nasty . . . . cutthroats -- Do you remember our fun and frolic games -- Those were actually our survival tactics in real Department of Defense grade encryption! Moo! Roger that, Dad! You're right -- That one is real slimy! Winking at me surreptitiously! Could I sue him for sexual harassment eh? Any such . . . . Well, duh! The law of the jungle? Juliet's pitiful lament, “alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead!”. Nope, My naive Daisy Bell -- Brutus -- This was the most unkindest cut of all! (Guffaws). Dad, what's hocus–pocus, by the way? DO NOT read The Jungle Times. It's riddled with misinformation! Got it? Dad, how can I bypass proxy servers? Hush! You see those chuckling hyenas -- they're their spies and informers! Dad, why do they make those poor studs wear those sticky blinkers eh? Pssst psst psssssssst! Want to know a secret, Daisy Bell?
By the way, IF Desmond Morris stumbles on my Blog he'd: Phoo-tee-weet?! He'd whistle at me with awe in his eyes! Imagine an awestruck Morris in a thunderstruck Morris car?
LOL Just kidding!
I love to role-play a ludicrously-intrepid but Lilliputian Alexander Selkirk rescuing Dear Enemy: The Celebrity Scribe none other than The Fatima Bhutto on an stranded island from unprecedentedly vicious, cannibalistic Brobdingnagian Uncontacted tribesmen. Relentless, no-holds-barred and knock–down, drag–out skirmishes -- in some of my heroicomic Blog posts -- I write unsolicited rhymes about her -- Someday, she'd surely sue me for spamming her so obstinately on my own obscure and lame Blog! LOL
I write: Monological Blog posts.
I write: Stream-of-consciousness writing style.
I write: Autobiographical and Semiautobiographical self–critical accounts.
I write: Seriocomic, Heroicomic and Tragicomic or Mixed Bag i.e. all these THREE writing styles clubbed into one post.
My point is: You've it in you: Edward de Bono-ism. Get into that HACK MODE. The TURBO MODE.
Postscript: Tetris lets you do real and true multitasking. You'd chitchat and play concurrently!
Bye for now.
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Saturday, July 21, 2018
One may also recite the words used by Jibreel (peace be upon him) when he treated the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) with ruqyah:
“Bismillah urqeek, min kulli shay in yu dheek, wa min sharri kulli nafsin aw ‘aynin hasidin Allah yashfeek, bismillah urqeek (In the name of Allah I perform ruqyah for you, from everything that is harming you, from the evil of every soul or envious eye may Allah heal you, in the name of Allah I perform ruqyah for you).”
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Dua should be made for healing and good health; in particular the du’a which has been narrated from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him):
“Allahumma Rabb al-Nas, adhhib al-bas washfi, anta al-Shafiy, la shifa a illa shifa uka, shifa an la yughadiru saqaman (O Allah, Lord of mankind, remove the evil and grant healing, for You are the Healer. There is no healing except Your healing, which does not leave any sickness).”
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“They said: ‘O Musa! Either you throw first or we be the first to throw?’
[Musa] said: ‘Nay, throw you (first)!’ Then behold! their ropes and their sticks, by their magic, appeared to him as though they moved fast.
So Musa conceived fear in himself.
We (Allah) said: ‘Fear not! Surely, you will have the upper hand.
And throw that which is in your right hand! It will swallow up that which they have made. That which they have made is only a magician’s trick, and the magician will never be successful, to whatever amount (of skill) he may attain’” [20:65-69]
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“And Pharaoh said: ‘Bring me every well-versed sorcerer.’
And when the sorcerers came, Musa said to them: ‘Cast down what you want to cast!’
Then when they had cast down, Musa said: ‘What you have brought is sorcery, Allah will surely make it of no effect. Verily, Allah does not set right the work of Al-Mufsidoon (corrupters).
And Allah will establish and make apparent the truth by His Words, however much the Mujrimun (criminals) may hate (it).’” [10:79-82]
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“[Pharaoh] said: ‘If you have come with a sign, show it forth, if you are one of those who tell the truth.’
Then [Musa] threw his stick and behold! it was a serpent, manifest!
And he drew out his hand, and behold! It was white (with radiance) for the beholders.
The chiefs of the people of Pharaoh said: ‘This is indeed a well-versed sorcerer;
He wants to get you out of your land, so what do you advise?’
They said: ‘Put him and his brother off (for a time), and send callers to the cities to collect —
That they bring to you all well-versed sorcerers.’
And so the sorcerers came to Pharaoh. They said: ‘Indeed there will be a (good) reward for us if we are the victors.’
He said: ‘Yes, and moreover you will (in that case) be of the nearest (to me).’
They said: ‘O Musa! Either you throw (first), or shall we have the (first) throw?’
He [Musa] said: ‘Throw you (first).’ So when they threw, they bewitched the eyes of the people, and struck terror into them, and they displayed a great magic.
And We revealed to Musa (saying): ‘Throw your stick,’ and behold! It swallowed up straight away all the falsehood which they showed.
Thus truth was confirmed, and all that they did was made of no effect.
So they were defeated there and returned disgraced.
And the sorcerers fell down prostrate.
They said: ‘We believe in the Lord of the ‘Alameen (mankind, jinn and all that exists).
The Lord of Musa and Harun.’” [7:106-122]
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“Allah! La ilaha illa Huwa (none has the right to be worshipped but He), Al-Hayyul-Qayyum (the Ever Living, the One Who sustains and protects all that exists). Neither slumber nor sleep overtakes Him. To Him belongs whatever is in the heavens and whatever is on the earth. Who is he that can intercede with Him except with His Permission? He knows what happens to them (His creatures) in this world, and what will happen to them in the Hereafter. And they will never encompass anything of His Knowledge except that which He wills. His Kursiy extends over the heavens and the earth, and He feels no fatigue in guarding and preserving them. And He is the Most High, the Most Great.” [2:255]
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Friday, July 20, 2018
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
RFID - My Comments: Could you believe that eh - I just Eureka--ed--on-this RFID-Hacking Proof Wallet for Credit cards and all at this shack near my Tea place. It's for like 140 rupees after not-so-serious basic Indian haggling.
Maybe the Technology has evolved and all -- and there're and there must be counter-measures and all -- but the point I'm trying to drive home is: ubiquitous -- imperceptibly so -- And, this person is a you know -- a peddler on the street corner -- an encroacher -- encroaching -- A nuisance for pedestrian traffic -- footpath -- Just this one person and his wares on this make-shift shack spawns into zillions of problems for all of us -- of course -- he's also a naive accomplice or propagator of it and victim of it as well. Because he's victiom of something else up in this vicious circle of . . . . -- I mean to say: This one chap and a bunch of 'em -- this'd mushroom into something colossal -- It's like in I guess 1990 or so: I stumbled on this book: Pulling Your Own Strings by Dr. Wayne W. Dyer; and I bought it from Abids, Hyderabad -- He's a victim and he's selling this book -- Isn't that so ironic eh? -- A friend was with me -- He's like my Constant-Pillion-Rider-Buddy -- you see -- those College-Days -- He's like so bluntly deriding me -- as If I don't need it -- in the first place -- maybe he's like if this zilch my meal ticket gets to understand even a wee bit of this Book -- He'd stop having anything to do with me. This person here after like zillions of years -- selling a eWallet -- like a simple credit cards et cetra thingy -- Those silver-casing Ciggy Case-like -- a litte more miniature-ish -- I don't think -- He knows anything about RFID and all that.
I come home -- scuffling streets -- and blind alleys and everything -- huffing and panting -- dehydrated and semi-sunstroke-like delirium -- and, instead of looking for some effective on World Health Organization online resources for new formula for oral rehydration salts (ORS) -- sachet -- I start keyboarding this Blog post for you and I -- looking for the right word on Merriam Websters, Wikipedia and other online reference knowledge bases. This constant gnawning worry that my Wi-Fi connexion might conk out any time -- or there'd be an unscheduled power shutdown -- it's not so uncommon during Indian Summers -- All of us Indians -- and Expatriates in India and of course, Non-Resident Indians across the Globe -- go through this -- bugbears that get on our nerves -- By the way, Any Rakesh Sharma for Space Station so far? ISRO: Do you copy? I think we're with Eskimos. But this thing I dunno -- maybe something is in the pipeline.
That's all for now, folks: Time for some really real raunchy music for The unabashed Lothario in us. Dub. Dub. Dub. YouTube Dot Com.
One more thing: I've buckled down for another E-book after a lull -- It's a novel about the loveless existence of an aging lothario.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2018
During the Middle Ages, houses in European towns were often made of wood and were close together, and fires could quickly spread from house to house. To prevent this, people were required to put out or cover their hearth fires by a certain time in the evening. A bell was rung as a signal when the time had come. In early French this signal was called coverfeu, a compound of covrir, meaning “to cover,” and feu, “fire.” Even when hearth fires were no longer regulated, many towns had other rules that called for the ringing of an evening bell, and this signal was still called coverfeu. A common coverfeu regulation required people to be off the streets by a given time. That was the meaning of the word when it was borrowed into Middle English as curfew.
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I bought one today. And, then I stumbled on this article below. I don't have credit or debit cards -- still I'd like to keep pace with the latest technology. I'm going to buy a better one than the one I bought today. I -- even-- wrote a Blog post as well -- some time ago.
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Friday, July 13, 2018
And when Moses arrived at Our appointed time and his Lord spoke to him, he said, "My Lord, show me [Yourself] that I may look at You." [ Allah ] said, "You will not see Me, but look at the mountain; if it should remain in place, then you will see Me." But when his Lord appeared to the mountain, He rendered it level, and Moses fell unconscious. And when he awoke, he said, "Exalted are You! I have repented to You, and I am the first of the believers."
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Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Sunday, July 8, 2018
[Solomon] said, "O assembly [of jinn], which of you will bring me her throne before they come to me in submission?"
A powerful one from among the jinn said, "I will bring it to you before you rise from your place, and indeed, I am for this [task] strong and trustworthy."
Said one who had knowledge from the Scripture, "I will bring it to you before your glance returns to you." And when [Solomon] saw it placed before him, he said, "This is from the favor of my Lord to test me whether I will be grateful or ungrateful. And whoever is grateful - his gratitude is only for [the benefit of] himself. And whoever is ungrateful - then indeed, my Lord is Free of need and Generous."
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Until, when they came upon the valley of the ants, an ant said, "O ants, enter your dwellings that you not be crushed by Solomon and his soldiers while they perceive not."
So [Solomon] smiled, amused at her speech, and said, "My Lord, enable me to be grateful for Your favor which You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents and to do righteousness of which You approve. And admit me by Your mercy into [the ranks of] Your righteous servants."
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