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Why shud I care?

I don't want any Bush, Nor do I want Laden. I didn't want any Hitler, Neither had asked for Stalin. I don' think UN is doing much, But I don't know much about it as such. I never knew ethanol was a car fuel, Coz I always thought of Brazil as just a soccer duel. Our next prez will be a female - shudn't bother my head, Why shud I care if she talks to the dead? If Henry plays for Barcelona,why shud I think? If tomorrow water boils at 75, why shud I blink? I don't care much about anything much, Still, I want to remain in touch. This is what makes the world what it is, It is as simple as this (Or is it? Why shud I care? :P )

Bias vs Opinion: My Bias or Opinion?

According to dictionary.com, bias is “a particular tendency or inclination, esp. one that prevents unprejudiced consideration of a question; prejudice.” From the same source, an opinion is “a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty or a personal view, attitude, or appraisal.” This, in my opinion (or should I say bias?) is a definition at a macro level. I would like to opine (or be biased) more towards saying that any sort of opinion is but a bias towards the consideration of a question. It boils down to saying, an opinion too, stems out of inclination. As in definition, bias is a tendency or a prejudiced inclination, and an inclination is a belief or judgment, but one that rests on grounds insufficient. If, the grounds for forming an opinion are insufficient, then how is that opinion formed? The answer to this is simple: it is formed due a biased viewpoint that we may have towards that particular judgment of the mind which itself may have cre

A Bunch of Roses

At the IIT flyover red light, I was about to take a right turn to the road I have seemed to know forever. Sri Aurobindo Marg, which eventually would join MG Road to take me back home to Gurgaon. After a "brain storming" session with friends at the Barista, it was time to go home, leaving things undecided yet again. We, a bunch of restless friends, with different aspirations yet similar perspectives, were thinking of moving the inertia that has taken control of our lives. We were planning to do something new, something different and something effective, which would mark our contribution to the society that has given us much, thankfully. So, there I stood, at the red light. Waiting for my turn to turn. Suddenly, I see this little emaciated boy, who comes in front of my car, accompanied with a girl, who is carrying a large bunch of roses, completely withered by the harsh Delhi summers. She hands one of the roses to the boy. He places it right in front of me, on the windshield. B

I'll wait...

I'll wait, For time to pass... For the return of that glance... For that meaning... For that inexplicable feeling... For that memory train... For that touch refrained... For that silent sound... For that freedom bound... For what you are... For that holy star... For that shimmering hue... For that morning dew... For that everything in you... For nothing in lieu... I'll wait... I'll wait for you...

New Beginnings...

Time to start afresh beckons, Its gleam is brighter than the sun's... It is a call to wilderness, Without prejudice and tardiness... I rush... I move towards it... That is how I will rediscover, And resurrect... Brick by brick... With my own hands... My own world I will erect...