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The Life of a Dying Mind

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News of a certain death in near future is always a breaking news for any human mind. Ironically, the human mind that can contemplate the vastness of the universe and peek into the sub-atomic world has failed to prepare itself for the news of imminent self-destruction.

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February 1, 2013 at 4:40 pm

My Favorite Poems

In this post, I collect some of my favourite poems — the poems that swiftly fill me with sweet emotions while my ever-increasing love for computers and research silently robs me off the pleasures of being a human.

My heart refuses to believe that it is more than a pump, my eyes are lost in the dreary desert of pixels, my fingers are tired of the arrogant keys and mouse buttons that rise up every time it is pressed and my exhausted neurons complain of the maladies brought to them by logical thinking.

These poems let my neurons clamour like children running out of a classroom after hearing the finishing school bell. It allows my fingers to fall in love with tender flower petals that sway with the wind without any arrogance. My heart forgets to pump and is filled with warmth for my soaked eyes which envyingly yearns to take the place of a child cuddled in his mother’s arms.

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September 13, 2012 at 8:28 pm

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The Gardener – Rabindranath Tagore

I have recently started reading “The Gardener” (Rabindranath Tagore) and in this blog post, I collect some of my favourite lines from this book.

QUEEN. What will your duties be?
SERVANT. The service of your idle days. I
will keep fresh the grassy path where you
walk in the morning, where your feet will
be greeted with praise at every step by
the flowers eager for death.  (1)

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July 19, 2012 at 9:34 am

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Mind Without Fear

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up

into fragments by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason

has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action—

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

Source: Gitanjali: Selected Poems

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July 15, 2011 at 3:33 pm