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Do you Remember Jurassic park? How the All male Dinosaurs became able to reproduce? According to the movie, the Scientists used Amphibian DNA(of Frog or something) while ‘re-Producing’ New dinosaurs, And according to ‘all famous’ Darwin’s law of struggle for existence, the male converted themselves to female so that they could reproduce and continue the race. Was that that easy? A male converting itself to female isn’t that simple to occur itself is it? There are many Hermaphrodites which can act both as male and female but changing sex doesn’t mean being an hermaphrodite, its converting a male into female.

In fact its not just the movie, Sex change is common in many amphibians, commonly in toads. Even the toughest of known toads, the cane toad, Bufo marinus, which is famed for indestructibility has found to be prone to sex change. According to American scientists, the male toads in intensively farmed land are changing sex. This is probably  why the world’s amphibians are disappearing.

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This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
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Chhoti-chhoti chhitrayi yaadein

Bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par

Nange pair unpar chalte-chalte

Itni door chale aayeKi ab bhool gaye hain

Joote kahan utaare the

Aedi komal thi, jab aaye the

Thodi si naazuk hai abhi bhi

Aur nazuk hi rahegiIn khatti-meethi yaadon ki

shararatJab tak inhe gudgudati rahe

Sach, bhool gaye hainKi joote kahan utaare the

Par lagta hai,Ab unki zaroorat nahin."

--A poem which touches your heart from movie UDAAN.Mr.Bajaj ur negative role is really amagin

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धेरै दिनको अनिश्चल मनस्थीति केहि केन्द्रित हुन लागेको थियो, इन्दुकोक बिराम ठिक  भइसकेको थियो। ०४३ सालको विजयदशमिको उमङ्ग चारैतिर ओतप्रोत भएर चल्न थालेको थियो। अष्टमिको दिन राति इन्दुलाई विरामले(मुटु दुख्ने) भेट्टाएको रहेछ। हामि दुईजानाले ननिदाइ त्यो रात व्यतित गरेछौं। भोलिपल्ट दुर्गापूजा सकाएर हामि, म बुवा र कुमार, निम्ता स्विकार गर्न दुधे ठुलोबुवाको मा गयौं।

बेलुका गर फर्केपछी उनको पेटदुख्ने बेथा फेरी सुरु भयो। हामी सबै आमा-दिदि लगाएत रातभरनै जागा बस्यौं, कुमार बिहानै डाक्टर बोलाउन गयो। सखारै डाक्टर देवि दङ्गाल आए, अनि बिहान ७:१० बजे डेलिभरि भयो। हाम्रो पहिलो सपूत्रिको जन्म भयो। छोरीको रुवाइ प्रसस्तै सुनिन थाल्यो संग-संगै हामी सबैमा हर्सोल्लास देखापर्यो। ०४३ सालको आश्विन २४ गतेको दिन सारा परिवार खुसीमा रमेको थियो, बुवा पनि अतिनै हर्षीत हुनुहुन्थ्यो

भोलिपल्टसम्म बच्चिको दिशापिसाब भएन, पन देवि दङगाललाई बोलाएर पाइप लगाएर दिशा-पिसाब गराइयो। त्यसपछि कहिले पेट फुल्ने कहिले ठिक हुने गरेपनि छोरीको स्वास्थ ठिकैने थियो। आफन्तहरुलाई टिका लगाउन हतार परेछ, दुधेकाको भनाइ मान्दै ५ दिनमा न्वारन गरियो। न्वारनको नाम खिमलता भनेर घिमिरे बाहुनले राखिदिए।

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loving you is one thing I could never stop to do.

Hey you! Why do you follow me everywhere? you follow me in my dreams, I can see you while I eat, while I am awake, while I am in nuisance, while I am obdurate your image comes to make me normal, I always carve to share my happiness with you. why is it so girl? why cant you leave me and my memories? You are not special, I know that, you know that. But this idiot heart doesn’t fathom this.

You came to my life like mediocrity. the relation started with hatred. You used to be childish-girlfriend of my friend/relative. When I first went to the tole that you were in, you guys had just parted. You never talked with any of the folks, we never talked with you either. I heard all kind of stories about you, about how crazy you were to dump my friend and the stories of egoist version of you. The felling of hatred was there. I didn’t care about how you were as I never knew who you were.

Nearly two years. After finishing my Schooling I went back there again.This time I had to complete my higher secondary studies from the neighbour you lived. It was co-incidence that we met in the Bus-stand. Some thug rickshaw-wala was irritating you, I helped you out. You didn’t know me, I told you about myself. we went to home by same rickshaw.

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