My first post-it

Just used my first post-it at office.

lets see what the fuss is all about.

Phone Memories

My phone ran out of memory and I had to delete some contacts to regain space. As I browsed my address list I came across various ppl I will never again contact but who were important to me for brief periods of time. They were fest organizers or rivals or friends or general friendly ppl who were friends for the time the fest lasted or ppl who wanted help or ppl who either became friends on a short bus journey and so on..

names like Aditya BMS, RUdra IIIT, Akash junior, Ananth KIMS, Anirudh Bio, Ankit DC, Ashok Mech, Ashwin IIMb, Bharath Quiz, Divya JNC, Harsha BMS, jayanth IIIT, Mahendra DC, Manish Co-od, Nandini BMS debate, Nazeef RV plays, Nipun RV mech, Preeth Doshi DC, Rahul IIIT, Rishab Debate, RV Chem Ramya, Savitha DC, Sitara Mount Carmel Debate, Vikas Pesit, Abhas Rv debate, Sri ram college Delhi.

Some ppl from Companies who helped out my international debate trips Beena HP, Monica HP, Stic Travels, Sudhaker travels, Anoop Singh, Satish Cognizant, Abraham Cherian HP.

some nameless numbers like Unknown girl!!!, BMS DC, HP, Kp, record??? Think this is someone who took my lab record.

Most of the above have been deleted.

sigh…..

How creativity is being strangled by the law

Great video on Creativity , the internet and THE law.

Colors of the wind

Came across this beautiful song. Wildly touching.



Here is the lyrics.


You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind