Friday, August 28
Rubik's 360 - New Toy In Town
Thursday, August 27
Without A Word...
Tuesday, August 25
How Does A Submarine Stay Under Water..??
Sunday, August 23
Life
Saturday, August 22
My Love
Thursday, August 20
What Makes Popping Corn 'POP'..?
The bulk of tissue within a grain of corn is called the endosperm. Endosperm is the specialised storage tissue providing nutrients for the embryo when seed germinates. It is also a source of carbohydrates.
... And see what all happens in those three minutes... !!!
Wednesday, August 19
Why Do Tears Flow From Our Eyes When We CRY....???
Hmmm....
Monday, August 17
Popular Misconceptions
AN APPLE A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY.
They may appear weak but a spider's silk is stronger than anyother fibre in nature. It is very flexible - stretching five times in length without breaking and has a tensile strength greater than that of steel.
Sunday, August 16
A Lonely Soul
Another cool poem for you guys...
Written by that "anynomous friend"..
Here it is..
Lonely in the darkness, I find sunshine
Someone special, whom I can call mine
Collecting the pieces of my broken heart, I console
Still cries my heart, still cries my soul
Will I find the one who'll live just for me?
Help me search the real me
The one whose soul will be pure and divine
Will hold my hand in the golden sunshine.
Am I the beauty born yesterday?
Or am I a flawed face today?
Gone are the days of love and affection
Today I make a great confession.
Neither was I selfish, nor was I bad,
You all took me wrong, and that makes me sad
I wanted everyone around me to be happy and gay,
But could find no other way,
Than to kill the true me, the one who
Today wants to be free.
Fly to the zenith of the skies
To a world of happiness where no one cries
A world of love, a world of affection
A world of liberty, a world of passion.
Someday I'll enter the hall of angels, the almighty's sky
But atleast remember me when I die...
Just keep a flower on my grave and say,
"Oh! My dear, why you went away?
Day and night, I miss you,
Could not say in my lifetime, but I love you...
The Buzzard, The Bat And The Bumble-Bee
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, can not take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, untill it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw himself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumble-bee if dropped into an open tumbler will be there untill it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means to escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. it will seek a way where none exists, untill it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat and the bee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustations, not realising that the answer is right above them...
Saturday, August 15
A Rainy Day
Tired of trying...
Yep..!! I am smiling...
But.. Inside I'm dying....
Hii Folks..
The following poem is written by my friend (who would like to remain anynomous).
So, here it goes....
Darkness in the sky, it was a wet rainy day,
I had to travel a long-long way,
Wearing my boots, with my umbrella,
I went out in the rain,
My attempts to move undrenched, seem to be just in vain.
Humming a tune, whisting about, I went on
The life then looked just like a beutiful song,
Thinking of meeting her someday,
I went out on a rainy day.
Just then an umbrella flew past by me,
I checked around to see whose it may be,
Golden streaks of hair flew upon her face,
That's when I met her pretty gaze.
She danced in the rain, with enjoyment,
As, I saw her in boundless amazement.
Can such beauty ever exist?
Such innocence can anyone resist?
I smiled at her looking dazed,
As pearl like drops fell on her face,
She saw me and stopped baffled,
In the shower, this beuty dazzled.
A beutiful smile flashed across her face,
Showing her glory, showing her grace.
She started running away from me,
Full of vigour and care-free.
I chased her but stopped abruptly,
To meet her eyes that cried frightingly.
A vehicle rushed towards her too fast,
As she stood there aghast.
I quickly rushed towards her,
Just when I saw the car crush her.
With tears in my eyes, I shook her twice,
Then she slightly opened her eyes,
Battling with life, she said to me
" It was like you were made for me,
I don't know who you are, why you are here,
But you know, I just don't care.
Now that I've seen you, I can die.
I too love you, but dear GOOD-BYE!! "
With this, she left me forever,
However, her memories couldn't leave me ever.
I stand today on that path, on that way,
Hoping to meet her again SOMEDAY.
If you love someone dearly today,
Just don't let them go away.
Make them yours right now and right here,
Just show them how much you care...
Incredible India - Jai Hind..!!
Friday, August 14
Some Really Cool Laws..
Janmashtami
Janmashtami, the birth of Lord Krishna is celebrated with great devotion in the August/September months, on the Ashtami of Krishna Paksh or the 8th day of the dark fortnight in the month of Bhadon, in the whole of north India. Temples and homes are beautifully decorated and lit. An attractive feature of the celebrations are cribs & other decorations depicting stories of Lord Krishna's childhood. There are five main "jhankis" of Janmashtami which depict the entire sequence of events from Lord Krishna's birth to his being discovered in Gokul.
The "jhankis" include the birth of Krishna in jail, Vasudev carrying Krishna to safety across the river Yamuna amidst thunder and lightning, Vasudev's return to the jail, Kansa killing Yashoda's daughter and finally the little Krishna in the cradle in Gokul. "Jhankis" are created out of dolls dressed up as kids, men and women with lehangas, chunnis, dhotis & kurtas. Raslila of every type are also performed - Janmlila, Shankarlila, Putnalila and Naglila. In the evening bhajans are sung which end at midnight, the auspicious moment when Lord Krishna was born. Thereafter arti is done, prasad distributed and flowers showered on the idol.