Monday, February 21

Am I a plagiarist

These days, I had been reading a lot of articles on Plagiarism in blogs and internet and sometimes, I wonder whether I am one of those Plagiarists.

Today, I got the confirmation that I am indeed one of them, knowingl or unknowingly, I did become a plagiarist.

Well, let me enlighten you more on this.

Recently, I started posting some entries at Indus Nexus and also gave an entry for Just Another Love Story. It was Rajesh who pointed out that he is the author of the story and also a pointer to the original source.

Now, after this, I feel that I am indded one of the plagiarists and I feel bad about it. I should not have been first of all, but, then, I gave many entries here from the emails I received. If I found a site or an intresting article on my own, I always made it a point to point to the original author and anything thats not pointed to the author is the one that I either received by email or wrote on my own. The latter are few.

But, its a decision made today that no more entries will be done based on the articles I get in email. If I do, I will make it a point to mention that its through email that I got it.

Also, I would be glad to give credits to the original authors for the entries in my blogs. If anyone of you happen to be the author, please do turn up and make an entry in my blog so that I can give credits to you.

And my sincere apologies to Rajesh for the inconvenience.

Wednesday, February 16

Dan Brown - Davinci Code, Angels and Demons, Deception Point

I am very fanatic when it comes to reading, the moment I catch hold of a book, I never set it aside till I complete it. And these days I am reading a lot, compared to the same time an year back, looks like I am falling back into my habbit and also learning to manage my time well. I was a book worm as a child and stopped reading for a long time in between.

Well, I first happened to read DaVinci Code, after hearing from many friends and then also my fellow blogging friends. I still remember the feelings that I had when I completed the book and the first thing I did in the morning was to search Internet for information on all the points mentioned by Dan Brown. Not only that, I came to know the more appropriate meaning for Pagan, and now, I would not hesitate to say that the so called Hinduism is nothing but another form of Pagan System.

When I came across Deception Point, another book from DanBrown, I started reading it. Intrestingly, I found very few similarities in the style of writing. But, one striking thing is the effort the author has put in to get to know the facts and the skill with whch he has woven the story is remarkable. But, I couldnot find it as intresting as Davinci Code.

I came across another book in the market, I found the same book with an uncle and asked him to Lend it. Instead, he gave me Angels and Demons and asked me to read it first. That book is said to be a prequel for Davinci code, the first Adventure of Robert Langdon.

This one again took me by awe, the way the story was woven, the information about CERN, Illuminati, the description of the events at Vatican City, just great.

Now, I am waiting to lay my hands on his latest book.

thats all for now

Friday, February 11

Donkey and the Carrot

Filipo really enjoyed helping his father in the flour mill. He led the donkey up to the millstone, tied it securely, fixed over its head a stick, at the end of which he suspended the proverbial carrot.

After that, he only had to give the donkey a couple of shoves to start it moving.

From morning to evening the animal circled slowly following the carrot, while Filipo daydreamed, leaning up against bags of flour. His father Ernesto carried the sheaves of corn to the barn and spent time checking the wheels of the huge mill.

The young boy's donkey was very reliable, and day after day it plodded fruitlessly after the carrot that it would never get.

One evening when the exhausted donkey had finished its last circle and Filipo was helping his father arrange the bags of flour, he said thoughtfully:

"Look at this foolish donkey, going around and around day in and day out in the heat, without food or drink, trying to reach a carrot that it has no hope of getting. I will never be like that."

Filipo's father dropped his last sack, put his hands on his hips and eyed his son,

"Do you think we are so different from the donkey? We work equally hard from morning until night. Then we return home, eat some food and go to bed where we dream that with a little luck, life will be a little easier tomorrow; that fortune will smile on us and that we won't have to work anymore.

But in the morning with our aching backs and our tired hands, we understand just how far away the carrot is, and just how long it will be before we reach it."


Is our society any different from the theme of this short story? We chase success relentlessly, to fulfil our desires for wealth and comfort.

The carrot?

The wonderful advertisements, the fabulous shop windows and the salesmen encouraging us to consume.

Wouldn't it be worth minimizing our ambitions and desires so that we could have the possibility of satisfying them - and actually GET the carrot?

(again from Club Positif)

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Strange Glow

2 boys, in their early teens were hiking through a wooded area on the way back to their small village when they discovered a cave that a hermit made home.

They had traveled very far and still had a long way to go before they returned home. They were hungry and tired and looking for a place to stay for the night.

When they saw the hermit, they started to run off.

He beckoned to them to stay for a while. He didn't get many visitors and enjoyed company when the opportunity permitted. They started to make an excuse, but he persuaded them to stay.

So he invited them to dinner, and asked them of their journey and of the people and things they've encountered. The two boys enjoyed talking to the old man and were glad they had stayed. The food was very good and they were warm.

After the old man cleaned up from dinner, they sat around the fire, drank tea and continued to talk. The old man then said, "I have something for you boys."
and went off into the cave.

He came back out with a very old wooden box.
He sat down between the boys on the grounding crossing his legs in front of him. He placed the box in his lap and then looked first at the boy on his right, then turned to look at the boy on his left.

They both smiled as he looked at them and wondered what could be in the box.

He lifted the latch and slowly opened the box. To the amazement of both boys, they saw a strange glowing force. I was vaguely ball shaped, yet had no apparent substance. However, the old man lifted it out of the box and held it in his hand.

"Here" he said, "I want both of you to have some of this" and he broke two large pieces off, leaving a very small piece, which he put back into the box. He then gave each piece of the strange mysterious object to the boys.

One of the boys said, "You have given us so much, that you have little left"

The man replied, "It will grow back.

" He then added,

"This is a very magical and powerful thing that I give to you. For if you break off a piece and give it to everyone you meet it will grow. If you do not give it away it will shrink and eventually fade away to nothing."

The boys looked at each other with an expression of doubt and skepticism in their faces. But they were appreciative and thanked the man. It had already been arranged that they would spend the night and boys went off to bed.

The next morning, the smell of breakfast woke the two boys. Knowing they had to leave, the Hermit prepared a simple meal that would hold them until they could return home later in the afternoon. He let them refill their water and gave them some jerky in case the breakfast wasn't enough. They thanked him again and were on their way.

Once the boys got home, they told their families of the man and the strange gift they had each been given.
Both boys made boxes for their gift. The first boy did as the stranger suggested and gave a piece of his to each of this family. The other boy did not. He kept it to himself and refused to give any of it away, even when asked for some.

As the years went by, each boy would show this gift to everyone they would meet. All who saw it marveled at it The first boy continued to give part of his away and over the years it had grown and grown. Several times, he had made larger and larger boxes to keep it in. He gave it to everyone he met, including business associates, strangers and even the woman who became his wife. Each time, he told the story of the hermit and the cave and passed along the instructions to share this fascinating gift. Eventually, his had grown so much that he could not contain it, it consumed his home, his neighborhood and the entire countryside. In fact, he couldn't travel away from it. It seemed to always be around him.

The other did not, he kept his all to himself. He would show it to strangers and when they asked about it or tried to touch it, he would slam the lide shut on the box and return it to it's shelf. He did not realize that each time he held it back without giving a piece of it away, it would get smaller. Eventually, he went to the box and opened it, to find that his gift had disappeared. One day he happened to meet the other who was with him that day they received the gift.

He was somewhat resentful when they met. The man who had always given his away, stood tall and had the look of a successful business man, while he looked old and tired. Still, the successful man, asked him how he's been all these years and was genuinely intersted in hearing his stories. But the second man bitterly stated, "I regret the day that old fool gave us that horrible thing. It's done nothing but wreck my life. After all these years, someone broke into my room and stole it, but I'm glad to be rid it of it.
It's caused me nothing but misery"

"I don't understand." said the first man. "Did you not give it away as the hermit suggested?"

"I did not for if I had done that, I wouldn't have any left for myself"

"But now it's gone anyway, isn't it?" said the first man. "Here I will give you a piece of mine and you can have another start. You see, this gift we were given such a long time ago was not mysterious at all. What it is, is FRIENSHIP and you have to give it away to get some back in return."

Story written by Bob, a Positive-Club member, as it was told him by a scout master. Thank you Bob for sharing it.

Friday, February 4

Greatness of so called Housewife ... Mother

received in mail....

What am I? Housewife, Mother, What?

A few months ago, when I was picking up the children at school, another mother I knew well rushed up to me. Emily was fuming with indignation. "Do you know what you and I are?" she demanded.

Before I could answer, and I didn't really have one handy, she blurted out the reason for her question. It seemed she had just returned from renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk's office. Asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation, Emily had hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "Do you have a job, or are you just a .....?"

"Of course I have a job," snapped Emily. "I'm a mother."

"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation...'housewife' covers it," said the
recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.

The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high-sounding title like Official Interrogator or Town Registrar.

"And what is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it, I do not know. The words simply popped out.

"I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations." The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words.

Then I stared with wonder as my pompous pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research (what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field (normally I would have said indoors and out).

I'm working for my Masters (the whole darned family) and already have four credits (all daughters)."

"Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it).

But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are in satisfaction rather than just money." There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants - ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model (6 months) in the child-development program, testing out a new vocal pattern.

I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another mother." Motherhood...what a glorious career. Especially when there's a title on the door.