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Today is the Independence Day of the Democratic, Sovereign Republic of India. Today we become a 61 year young nation.
And we are free. And even with the vote bank politics often playing on cast-cards, we remain primarily a secular and liberal nation.
But what is freedom?
Freedom means having the liberty of making your own choices. Yes, this includes the wrong ones too. It’s about the liberty of making free choice about which song you sing, which dress you wear, which God you follow (or the liberty of not following any if you are an agnostic), which language you speak etc. etc. provided that these choices of you does not harm that of others.
What about making choices?
Do we always have an option? "When the only choice is perhaps the wrong one, it’s more like FATE."
Or when the closure of our thought comes, we bound to choose an option which is more like the result of a random experiment than a logical outcome.
I know this article is also getting messy like always. Diverting from where it started and flowing without any proper direction. In fact, this is another messy post flowing with the flow of my already messed up mind.
The question however, is simple. Can you make any logical decision? While taking a decision you start thinking with respect to a set of theory-judgment-prescriptions and a point of view. Let’s call these theory-judgment-prescriptions as the ‘options’ you have. Of course, you can have many more options to choose from (rather other decisions to take) which are outside this set. But these are not our concern because the universe is infinite and in any point of time you can have no less number of possible choices than infinite itself. So, let’s say that we can not bring up any new ideas while the decision making process is on. This means taking a decision means choosing one from the options.
The entry point of decision making process is when you start thinking with a set of options and a point of view. Then the implications of each option starts becoming clear to you and you go into a comparative analysis of the implications involved which is called opening. But the implications of even a small decision can be infinite. So, we can not afford a real thorough thinking with all of the details involved because we can not keep thinking forever. So, after a certain period we say “Ok, that’s it. After thinking this much it seems this choice is the better one to take.” And we come to a decision and act. This is called closure.
Even if we engage ourselves a real looooooong time in thinking we may not end up at a right decision. Which seems to be the right decision at this moment may be proved to be the worst possible mistake because of the changing time. With the flow of time people change, situation changes, affinity changes, relation changes and so change you. Like the booming IT sector of 2006 crashes with some sort of things called US Recession, Rupee Appreciation, Indian Economic Slowdown and Blah-Blah…
(May be continued…)
| 4 yrs, 40 subjects, 400 experiments, 40000 lectures, A normal man can't do this. Remaining abnormals are called ENGINEERS!!! |
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| Cancer Sniffing Dog to be Cloned Park Chan-Kyong, AFP Black Lab Like Me May 21, 2008 -- A Japanese center which says it has trained a dog to sniff out human cancer cells is cloning the animal in South Korea, a Seoul-based biotechnology company and the dog's owner said Wednesday. Cloned fetuses from the black labrador retriever named Marine were last month implanted into a surrogate mother dog, said Ra Jeong-Chan, president of RNL Bio. "We are going to see the clones around the end of this month," Ra said. Marine, who is six and half years old, lost her ability to reproduce when she had her womb removed because of disease. She is owned by Yuji Satoh, a head trainer at St. Sugar Cancer Sniffing Dog Training Center, located at Shirahama in Chiba prefecture. Satoh said experts from Seoul National University, which created the world's first cloned dog in 2005, had taken some skin samples from Marine and brought them back to South Korea for the project. "We are making clones of Marine. She is touted as having a world top cancer-sniffing ability. By making her clones, we want to promote studies into cancer-sniffing dogs," Satoh said. "It's the world's first cloning of a cancer-sniffing dog." He and the Korean firm, which is coordinating the project, have agreed to produce two clones and train them at Satoh's center. One will then be brought back to South Korea for study at the university and the other will stay at the centre. If the project for two pups succeeds, they plan to produce more. "We want to make more clones of Marine for worldwide distribution" for studies into canine detection of cancer, Satoh said. Researchers in several countries are investigating whether dogs have the ability to detect lung, breast, prostate and skin cancer at an early and treatable stage. They believe cancer cells create a scent not present in healthy cells, which can theoretically be picked up by dogs in breath or urine samples. RNL Bio's last such project was an order for the world's first commercial cloning of a pet dog -- a request from a U.S. woman to re-create her beloved former pit bull. The firm said in February it planned to charge 150,000 dollars to clone the pit bull for the California woman, using tissue from her dead pet named Booger. A Seoul National University team created the world's first cloned dog in 2005, an Afghan hound named Snuppy. Team leader Lee Byeong-Chun said last week that Snuppy was expected to become a father this month following the first breeding of cloned canines. Lee's team also produced seven clones of drug-sniffing dogs last year at the request of the Korea Customs Service. They are said to be easier to train than ordinary canines. src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> |
| " Humans, bonobos,[16] chimpanzees and dolphins[17] are the only species known to engage in heterosexual behaviors even when the female is not in estrus, which is a point in her reproductive cycle suitable for successful impregnation. These species, and others, are also known to engage in homosexual behaviors.[18] In both humans and bonobos the female undergoes relatively concealed ovulation, so that both male and female partners commonly do not know whether she is fertile at any given moment. One possible reason for this distinct biological feature may be formation of strong emotional bonds between sexual partners important for social interactions and, in the case of humans, long-term partnership rather than immediate sexual reproduction.[12] Humans, bonobos and dolphins are all intelligent social animals, whose cooperative behavior proves far more successful than that of any individual alone. In these animals, the use of sex has evolved beyond reproduction apparently to serve additional social functions. Sex reinforces intimate social bonds between individuals to form larger social structures. The resulting cooperation encourages collective tasks that promote the survival of each member of the group. " |
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A great dream was that. Let me share here… Last night when I was back after my didi’s marriage ceremony… I dreamt a lot; probably as an adverse effect of too rich diet at such a late of night.
Scene 1:
A large auditorium; some sort of play is going on. In the front row side seat, a girl ~ age 25 is sitting. The camera rotates around the auditorium. There are several boxes around the wall. The auditorium is not a house-full one. There are a few spectators, as it is expected in a group theatre show. The camera is placed at the back row aiming to the front row seats. As a result the face of the girl can not be seen.
Suddenly a sound of gunshot causes the spectators and artists flee in panic. The sound was coming from one of the boxes far above. The girl was found dead in the front row. The bullet pierced her neck.
Scene 2:
3 investigators, two men and one woman, all in their late twenties are searching the entire auditorium for the shooter. The two men are searching the ‘no-entry’ rooms, the generator room, and the computer control panel; online edit room, green rooms etc. Suddenly the phone of one investigator rings. It is the woman investigator. She says, “Come in the basement. The chap has fled. We need to reach out.”
- “Basement… where?”
- “near the broken wooden horse… come where all the garbage are dumped.”
Scene 3:
A young girl, Anjali, age around 24 – 25, has come to a hill station with her parents. They buys the Times Of India and sees the front page news; “YOUNG GIRL MURDERED AT CITY HALL”… Under which a long article on administration failure and risks of living of an common civilian was discussed. The girl was identified as Simran Siddique, a 25 yrs old post grad student of arts and music, leaving in hostel and studied in the most prestigious institute of the hill station. The murderer could not be cached till now. But the police was trying. The bullet entered from her neck and got out through the forehead piercing her brain.
- “Ma go!!” said the mother seeing the picture of the dead body in the front page.
- “The girl must have some ill connections. The young generation doesn’t know where they are going.”
Anjali starts shouting at her father at this. She argues, “When hundreds die in a terrorist attack, is it necessary for all of them to have ill connections?”
Suddenly the all fell silent. There was also something else in the news paper except from the murder news. It was a missing ad which drew there attention.
“Simran Sen. D/o Ambareesh Sen… is missing for the last one week. Anyone to give a tip off will be prized Rs. One lakh.”
But it was not only the ad. There was more. What made the family silent was the picture of Simran and the way the girl resembled Anjali.
All the people started staring at them but none approached. Although the prize money was much alluring, but there was another catch. Ambareesh Sen was the most dangerous mafia of the city.
The father said, “Let’s go back my dear, first, a brutal murder in the center of the city; then the picture of my daughter making him the daughter of a mafia kingpin. Oof!!!”
Scene 4:
The den of Ambareesh Sen. In the central room, Ambareesh Sen, a short, fat and bald man ~ age 55 is sitting. With him is his personal manager, Someshwar Singh (45). There is also a woman (age ~35). The woman is wearing a light green shifon saree. Suddenly a young man in his late 20s or early 30s knocks in the glass window. The sound system asks, “Yes?” The man calls the woman. The woman comes out. She is slim, a bit skinny and fair. The waitress in the lounge asks them to go to the private room.
When in the private room, the man tells the whole story to the woman. The man made the woman understand her duties and left.
Scene 5:
The drop scene:
In the taxi stand at Sealdah station, the woman at the den was sitting inside a taxi and the investigator was talking through the window. The taxi started moving towards the A J C Bose road flyover. There were four people in the taxi; the investigator trio and the woman.
The male investigator started telling the whole story. Ambareesh Sen was one of the most dangerous narcotic smugglers in India. He had links to the opium and marijuana fields of Afghanistan and the Middle East market from where the drugs were circulated all over the world. Her only daughter did not have a tip off it. Suddenly one evening everything got revealed to Simran. She could not believe her ears. Her dad was her idol. She became furious. She threatened her father that she will spill the bean in front of the police. The father then drugged her and told everyone that she is gone mad. She was locked in a room and given narcotics on a regular basis. Suddenly Simran managed to flee. Ambareesh got furious. He told his men to shoot her wherever they find simran. Out of mistake, they falsely shot Simran Siddique in the auditorium.
Three people investigator group was applied by CBI. The woman in the den was a CBI employee in the guise of a Bar Dancer… entered the den.