Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

– Emily Dickinson



I’ve memorized all the fish in the sea
I’ve memorized each opportunity strangled

I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love
and I’ve memorized that too.

I’ve memorized green rooms in
St. Louis and New Orleans
where I wept because I knew that by myself I could not overcome
the terror of them and it.

I’ve memorized all the unfaithful years
(and the faithful ones too)
I’ve memorized each cigarette that I’ve rolled.
I’ve memorized Beethoven and New York City

I’ve memorized
riding up escalators, I’ve memorized
Chicago and cottage cheese, and the mouths of some of the ladies
and the legs of some of the ladies
I’ve known
and the way the rain came down hard.

I’ve memorized the face of my father in his coffin,
I’ve memorized all the cars I have driven
and each of their sad deaths,
I’ve memorized each jail cell,
the face of each new president
and the faces of some of the assassins;

I’ve even memorized the arguments I’ve had with
some of the women I’ve loved.

best of all
I’ve memorized tonight and now
and the way the
light falls across my fingers,
specks and smears on the wall,
shades down behind orange curtains;
I light a rolled cigarette
and then laugh a little,

yes, I’ve memorized it all.
the courage of my memory.

– Charles Bukowski


I hear those sound calling for me,

I run through the dark of night,

Afraid of failing and afraid of giving up.

What if I fail,

Will they let me live,

What if I succeed,

Will they stop chasing me.


No they won’t, a voice says,

And I run faster for my life.

What if they really don’t stop ever.

I am tired now,

Tired of running from it all.

Unable to carry on any longer,

I finally stop.


Snatching all my dreams and hopes,

They are burning me alive,

The pain is unbearable.

And I ask my creator,

If this the end.

And he smiled and said,

here is the truth which lies forgotten,


You’re a phoenix;


This fire which pains you,

Isn’t your end.

It’s the end of the fear and suffering,

Your soul carried.


You’re a phoenix;

Rejoice, it’s the beginning,

Beginning of new life.

As you reincarnate from this ash,

You’re ready to face those who burnt you,

Ready to face them without any fear.


For that,

This fire has just made you stronger.

The scars which you carried,

Along with your soul,

Are burnt away within this flame.

Be ready to embrace your power,

The power this fire will gift you.

For that,


You’re a phoenix;

Blazed into ashes,

To be reborn again.

  • Anamika






A Strange Case of Women Empowerment?

Warning 1: if you are a male, then before you read this post ahead, lemme tell you that you may get offended with this post.

Warning 2: if you are a female, then before you read this post ahead, lemme tell you that you may get offended with this post too.

Though this post isn’t written to offend you. Still read on your own risk.

Warning 3: if you are an alien then you can happily go with the post ahead. It won’t offend you at all. ( Not until females on your galaxy need empowerment too. )

While government of my country is making reforms to build millions of toilets across rural most part of country. We the women of urban area suffer from very different kind of problem.

A woman has to wait very much longer to get her chance to enter the toilet than a man. ( imagine the situation if she has a fully distended bladder or she is running out of time. )

The possible explanations are two. One is modifiable and one is not.

1) Let’s consider a situation where the total area of a toilet for He is same as total area of a toilet for she.

Now it’s obvious that the toilet dedicated to men can accommodate more men at a given point of time than a toilet dedicated to women. ( do I need to explain why? )

2) well second situation which is not modifiable is that we are women. We have a lot of issues to attend and a lot of things to do, when we are inside a toilet. As I am bounded by the code of secrecy to women kind, I am not going to reveal what they are. But one has to believe me, when I say that it’s not modifiable.

So here comes the strange case of women empowerment I am going to talk about.

I was waiting in a line to enter a women’s toilet. As I was cringing with full bladder, while waiting in line I counted the number of women ahead me. And my brain which was controlling muscles of my bladder shouted with pain. 15!!!!!!! Are you fucking kidding me!!!! If a girl takes 5 minutes inside the toilet then my number will come after 75 minutes.

As my bladder started threatening me, I had no choice but to make a decision. And then I saw the gate next to women’s toilet. And it was a toilet for He.

Now what?

The last time I entered a male toilet was probably when I was 2 or 3 years old. Toilets inside Boys hostel of medical college ( from which me and my dad graduated from ) are the only boys’ toilet I’ve seen ( but don’t remember ) in my life.

Bad idea. Bad idea my brain told me. Try and search for another toilet it said. But I know there aren’t any other toilets here. The second toilet for women isn’t functional unlike second toilet for men.

And then my mind outraged with idea how we women suffered from injustice.

Two toilets for men, and just one toilet for women!!!!!!


And then I remembered Gandhi.

Be the change you wish to see in the world.

So why can’t I use it? After all there isn’t any man there inside it. There aren’t any men waiting in line with their bladder full. Why we women are standing in a queue.

“Have courage and just enter the bloody toilet.” My bladder told me.

“But…..” my mind began to retort.

“DO YOU WANT TO EMPOWER WOMEN OR NOT? ” My bladder shouted.

“Yes I certainly do.” My mind replied offended.


With palpitations I asked the girl in ahead of me that if she is going to watch the door while I use the toilet for men. At first she was as shocked with horror as if I was asking her to be my partner in murdering someone. But when I gave her my reasoning of empowering women by using that toilet she happily agreed.

And then with lot of humming and chatter in the background, two of us moved towards the toilet for men.

After making sure there was no Man inside it, I entered no women’s land.

What happened next, I can’t remember well.  Though I surely remember coming out of toilet just to find another line of women in front of it.

The possible cause for amnesia is probably the very very much extreme pleasure my mind felt after emptying bladder and yeah empowering women.

At last I want to say thank you to all women out there, who are fighting for women empowerment. With decades of their struggle women got rights to vote, to fly fighter jets, to join Police forces, to become president of country.

And I want to say thanks to men out there too. Who helped the women into fulfilling their dreams, supported them and fought their own kind for rights of women.

[ Though we women don’t hesitate to curse you enough, if you enter the coach reserved for ladies in Mumbai Local or the Delhi Metro by fault or knowingly. ]

A Global Warning


Compare the following photographs (in sets of two). Click to enlarge.

Northwestern Glacier 1909 Northwestern Glacier 1909

Northwestern 2005 Northwestern 2005


Okpilak 1907 Okpilak 1907

Okpilak 2004 Okpilak 2004


Carroll Glacier 1906 Carroll Glacier 1906

Carroll Glacier 2004 Carroll Glacier 2004


Toboggan 1909 Toboggan 1909

Toboggan 2000 Toboggan 2000


Mccarty 1909 Mccarty 1909

Mccarty 2004 Mccarty 2004

And a side by side.

Muir Glacier 1941 / 2004 Muir Glacier 1941 / 2004

Do you notice anything … unusual? These are examples of Glacial Repeat Photography. In each case someone happened to take a picture of a glacier at a point in the early 19th or 20th century, then later to illustrate the change in the size of the glacier someone else stood on that exact spot and repeated, or took another photo.

You can view more examples at the United States Geological Survey.

Ok, so what would logically cause the receding of glaciers worldwide? Kind of obvious isn’t it? Global warming. Now you may hear some naysayers say something to the effect…

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Lessons For Life From An 80 Year Old Man

1. Have a firm handshake.
2. Look people in the eye.
3. Sing in the shower.
4. Own a great stereo system.
5. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.
6. Keep secrets.
7. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.
8. Always accept an outstretched hand.
9. Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.
10. Whistle.
11. Avoid sarcastic remarks.
12. Choose your life’s mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.
13. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.
14. Lend only those books you never care to see again.
15. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.
16. When playing games with children, let them win.
17. Give people a second chance, but not a third.
18. Be romantic.
19. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.
20. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.
21. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for our convenience, not the caller’s.
22. Be a good loser.
23. Be a good winner.
24. Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.
25. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.
26. Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.
27. Keep it simple.
28. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.
29. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.
30. Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets
31. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did.
32. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.
33. Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.
34. Take charge of your attitude. Don’t let someone else choose it for you.
35. Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.
36. Begin each day with some of your favourite music.
37. Once in a while, take the scenic route.
38. Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, ‘Someone who thinks you’re terrific.’
39. Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.
40. Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.
41. Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.
42. Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.
43. Make someone’s day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.
44. Become someone’s hero.
45. Marry only for love.
46. Count your blessings.
47. Compliment the meal when you’re a guest in someone’s home.
48. Wave at the children on a school bus.
49. Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.
50. Don’t expect life to be fair

Winston Churchill : The Butcher of Bengal –Game of Death (1943 and other man-made Bengal Famines or Genocides?)

vikas chandra

“Beastly Indians and so their faith, I fondly despise, why they breed like rabbits, let them die “
Churchill! The savior from Führer, or Führer yourself, with, no love lost for a wretched colony
With hunger borne to an unborn child, on scorched Bengal’s soul, your words worse than felony
As bodies pile high, to grab your eye, to your least concern, you discern, “let sleeping dogs lie”

1943-Sixth famine & deceit too, albeit this one, last fest of yearn, a regime’s reward In lieu of due tolls
Alas, Rain Gods failed, the peasants’ plight, life meanly caricatured by eternal cries of hunger’s blight
This ain’t any more that old reign benign, where clemency would determine, griefs and tolls to overwrite
Unwary souls, their fates changed hands, bonded British belongings now, sentenced to doom, with no paroles

“Rice ain’t nice for our coffers to fly; p for poppy, i for…

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Sonnet LXVI: I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you
except because I love you;

I go from loving to not loving you,
from waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only
because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply,
and hating you
Bend to you,
and the measure of
my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but
love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel ray
stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story
I am the one who dies,
the only one,
and I will die of love.
because I love you,

Because I love you.
in fire and blood.

by Pablo Neruda


Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!

AK's World


This is one of the SADDEST stories ever told in Hollywood. His name is Sylvestar Stallone. One of the BIGGEST and Most famous American Movie superstars. Back inthe day, Stallone was a struggling actor in every definition.
At some point, he got so broke that he stole his wife’s jewellery and sold it. Things got so bad that he even ended up homeless. Yes, he slept at the New York bus station for 3 days. Unable to pay rent or afford food. His lowest point came when he tried to sell his dog at the liquor store to any stranger.
He didn’t have money to feed the dog anymore. He sold it at $25 only. He says he walked away crying.
Two weeks later,he saw a boxing match between Mohammed Ali and Chuck Wepner and that match gave him the inspiration to write the script for the famous movie,ROCKY…

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The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
Without moving
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your life
From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.

By Oriah Mountain Dreamer