To the one i belong to:

I have always known u..We were sending quarks of energy to each other from the time we were babies (or from that instant when life touched a mass of cells in our mother's womb)we had secret transfer of thoughts, behaviour, habits and so on....otherwise how can we be so alike sub-consciously?
and when life set us a REAL dimension to get to know each other, we had no troubles, because we inherently 'knew' each other.....

When the goat took it over...

I always liked the goats , not on my dinner plate but on the cerebral plate cells that send out chemical signals to respond to some 'gross shape' that u personally like...and this gross shape always comes unprecedented,,,meaning it may be microscopic (i love the way MCF7 cells look in the microscope, with their diamond shape) or can be highly squishy and gellified with no actual support but just a mass of substance ..like the fruit jelly , or can be in a symmetrically defined also...so ultimately, - i ,,,er...like the goats...

So, 

when i was thinkin of a model biotic for running the utopic , the goat ( the capri) came into my mind..

so this is the time when goats populated the earth, and ...they were very good in information technology...

PS: and the binary system consisted of: For 0 - Me and for 1- mee...

So, ultimately it happened that certain goat populations that thrived in south east asia, went around the worlds for working in 'characteristically designed to be redundant', 'unexplainably pleonastic' profession involving 'Software' (Yes! we actually also mean soft goaty stuff like 'pashmina' from India, 'Baumwool' from germany also Tabachi, cork and merino wool..in addition to wat we actually meant..)...

One of these Created-to-be-globe-wanderers-since-they-know-binary, set on airplanes to their destinations...He was shocked when the flight didnot have a Air conditioning in the special animal cabin (which had seats specially designed to hold the characteristic of the pet animal he had...he had a brown haired, grey eyed, native white color-but-tanned-at-the-pet-store-for-glamor Human pet..)

Ps: the charactersitic of the human pet he had was its arse, which had adipose layers so that animal can actually do some fancy trick called as 'sitting'...

So going back to the story, actually there were signs everywhere once he landed in the foreign land:

If you spot or encounter an aggressive or potentially dangerous animal wandering around your neighborhood or general vicinity, contact the Critter County Animal Control office or, if after hours, the Capri Mutt's office. Phone numbers for the respective offices are listed below. 

ph: +me mee meee

the post ends here, as i have some human scientific job at the minute..,,,
-Dido

RICOCHETS....

On a high gravity mastication of thoughts, I have always seen how contradicting is the essence of philosophy, uttered while on the path to revelation by men purported to have high repute. Just like the law of nature widely believed is the "two faces" of any existing concept/person/thoughts/reality...the ying-yang, the good-bad, and so on...But the picture is yet incomplete without including the unique concept of having a neutral visage for any existing phenonmenon as mentioned in the language of the cosmos, the language of the most ever primitive yet, civilised human being- the Sanskrit.. This language includes a "neutrality" in its conjugation, a neutral gender and so on..This is not like a neutral unbiased existence by itself but rather, a melting point of two extremities. The melting points where boundaries fade, the melting point of two contrasts - like the fauna and flora...like the fungi that is both an beast and a plant!!!..the melting point of two worlds, like the green colour that form when you mix yellow and blue ; and how the green is not a single green but actually a gradient that can be sensibly altered to a variety of green shades.....

I think am deviating from the idea....But now established that ANY philosophy has 2 shades and also a melting point (which exists as a gradient)...And what really is happening is that each one of the human mind involved in religion, vedanta, philosophy, and such similar pursuits, derives a certain "shade" of thought...the shade could be "light" but could be suited for that person,,, but the light shade is yet unsuited for crores of other people as each of us are made of inherently different mind substance and each of us are in varying levels of the spiritual pursuit...So when such pre-conceived thoughts originating from a person totally different and unique from you, how can such thoughts lead you to enlightenment, rather wont it stymie your mind like a mis-fixed jigsaw puzzle piece??? thats exactly the point I like to marshall, each of can (if we desire) listen and read about such philosophies but, we must devise our OWN thought process that is inherently idiosyncratic....idiosyncratic like the design we find in the "keys"- the design scheme that is not repeated else where for safety (unless of course copied by the illegal keymaker!!!thats exaclty the point)... having said this you must not wonder why my concept should actually influence you... the concept can influence, but my thoughts SHOULDNOT...

Like how Einstien commented on asking about what was education according to him (He being an all-time-dumbo at school and an all-time-genius in life)...Einstein quacks, "Education trains the mind to think..." ; meaning education should make you "think" that is, generate new ideas, work on undiscovered and uninvented ideas, and education must not be somethin that jus gives you a gross mental study material that can be mugged up and puked when neccessary... An analogy to this is the topic we are interested in quacking about;;;; Has religion, scriptures, customs, culture, philosophy, and so on (which are nothing but SOME BODY'S ORIGINAL THOUGHTS) spurred the creative philosophical thoughts in the populace...the answer is largely NO, as the populace is still 'largely' doting on someone's words, quoting somebody's thoughts, thereby developing a certain 'mental stymie' exactly at that place in the brain where creativity springs up on the path to realisation of the supreme!!!!

--DiDo

And that was the squeaky episode::

There are these occasions when I cannot prevent myself from succumbing to the temptation of inventing oh-so-cute epithets for certain organisms...this childhood habit had wide coverages including creatures from goats to tortosies to human babies to even my sibling (my sibling is certified internally within the family's vicous- circle members -- for which I am the chief contributing member-- to have a certain "pet like creature qualities" by possessing the 2 distinguishing qualities of a pet besides others::: 1) being utterly unmanageble at all circumstances 2) needing all exclusive things from :: demanding the comfy zone at home to demanding first rights to every single existing item at home save others' toothbrush and lingerie...)

....I remember the time when I was a tiny kid of say pre-school when my father used to take me to the apartment meeting (well u now know from whr my "blog for the society" concerns spurted..ha ha)...And somehow this herd of goats had prior knowledge about this meeting held every saturday and used to stroll around and cross via., our apartment at a specific time slot after the meeting when the male specimens of the meeting (one of which was holding a oh-so-innocent pre-schooler--thats me) can be seen migrating towards the silent hush-hush space between the gate and the main road for enjoying the then 'long long ago':: unpolluted Chennai sea breeze. I used to make all efforts to be still in papa's arms but manage to bend and touch the goats...and that moment saw the earliest memory of the incident of me inventing various names for such biotic-mortals with epithets that didnt belong to any existing language on earth....

And so, eventually, for the next two decades, everytime on spotting the oh-so-cute features , my pectoral lobe would be put under some internal brownian movements and would eventually cook up and finally convey the signals of an absolutely non-existent epithet for the object of my appeal.

And so, when Squeaky was discovered by the inherently compassionate being living with me (he is a "compassion inside: Death rock outside" combo)..the cousin of mine; it created quite a lot of exciting stir in a nutshell...The stir was further bolstered by a series of composite features of the baby squirrel, like a soft fur, innocent almond eyes, the way he curled up in sleep, even the reality of ticks harboring his fur and how gullibly unaware he was of the existence of the bugs on him... the way he squeaked, the way he bit us with a nano-scale set of mallibles that was on the process of metamorphorsing to teeth, the way his cute conk always searched for a comfy zone that was less lit, that was warm and that which had less air flow...So such attributable amalgam of display by the "squeaky"; biologically a squirrel by species; saw the resurgance of an yet again creative flux in my mind to conjure up innumberable epithets; to which I am positive that squeaky was sub-consciously responding...

Well...one uneventful evening saw squeaky escape from his highly protected artificial home created by some jobless friends of his (thats exactly us!!!) to hopefully join to exist blissfully with some of his similar-species uncle/cousin...well squeaky we miss you but I still have the infinity scale names given to you fresh in my mind...needs another exclusive blog to pen it down!!!!

To Squeaky::: the squeakiest!!!

--DiDo

One blog a day...

One blog a day, keeps boredom away!!
(Saying applies until the time project starts...)

Two blogs a day, keeps everyone away... Hmmpphh... people dont prefer loquacious specimen whose gender spells 'female'

--DiDo

Hmm...Well..."Strange" strangers as critics..

Yet another day...whereas the delimitations for aspirations in life is considered one of the self-deciding component of one's blithe living; there are scaffold where you tend to articulate your aspirations as writing to forums/blogs and such awfully engrossing leisure spots...(here by "aspirations" we gladly tend to embrace wide contrasts of things like::: your aspiration to become a surgoen or astronaut, or to jog everyday, or to eat the Rs 99/- unlimited pizza at Alwarpet and make the pizza place owner bankrupt to such an extent that he can't afford to buy even an ounce of 'maida', or the most gloriously potrayed aspirations ever, to "date" men/women or both(?)...and the list baloons further.....)
But what really happens is that on you penning down such stuff, you tend to invite snare, glares and so on from fellow populace...(here by "fellow" we mean people similarly recording such riveting(!) stuff through words).
So the undeniable event of encountering some one who in a hardly impeccable sentence formation patterns of the English language sent a morsel (morsel=scrap...actually we dont publicise networking sites here...so dont expect me to add the explanation for 'morsel' again), stating that the specimen actually liked the "attitude" displayed in the profile but came out with a yet another not-at-all-required advice that one should not get too ambitious...well..er..translating to basically to::: u can display any amount of feat (any people will evetually like it) but u mustnot actually pursue on that line to 'achieve' anything...(as people may not like dat)
PS: I couldnt find the gender of the specimen. But looking at the probablity of events such this, and based on the untold norms of male-female behaviour, i certainly would have liked to blog about HOW-the-male-gender-cant-endure-ambitous-female counterparts...(but one of the rule of our blogging standards strongly extempt me from writing in this angle..the rule states: avoid generalisations and the standard-formats which are terribly the speech fallacies and ga ga...)

--DiDo

Vanity Bites...

whoa....lemme tell you how the over-confidence of having enormous money and position got as a legacy rather than self-effort; give a certain epigenetically (!) disturbed mental disposition to certain people. An epitome for this is my personal witness of the person at the VISA interview who had all airs about her from the time her feet thumped into the embassy premises. On her turn for the interview, she was observed by us, (the mute students …one of which would eventually literate the community about this “unique behaviour” through the blogging process...he he!!) to have a certain pattern of highly disturbing rather irritating body language, a false accent, a made-up attitude…All this was further put to use by the person in describing a not-at-all-required detail of her being the great-grand daughter of a business magnet in the country. On questioning about the inadequacy of her documents needed to support her VISA application she merely went on to say about the wealth her great-great grandfather had left behind, which was ‘obvious’ according to her, saying ‘come on…I belong to the X.D.Z family…And we obviously have lots of money’. The most 'sorry' position was for the official who interviewed her and was dumbstruck with the ruthless audacity with which the lady spoke..So ultimately we students couldnot get over the temptation to gossip and stir the premises out of its meditative state…we ultimately concluded that she was stoned….rather stoned with the mysterious drug of vanity…actually overdose I must say…..
--DiDo..