Tumblr vs Blogger

Actually this  could include wordpress, but i did not really like that platform.
All right, both Blogger and Tumblr have a huge amount of plus points.
For aesthetics, Blogger wins hands down. The time that Blogger has existed, you have a variety of themes and motifs. Its easy to customize too. Tumblr has great themes too, but most of the good ones are not free. For a blog for personal use, that is a huge point. Tumblr is newer as compared to Blogger, so there is not as much variety.
One thing I liked a lot about Tumblr was that they give you different types of posts. Text posts, photographs, video, audio and quote. That's pretty much an excellent idea, especially for those whose blog is interested only in a certain kind. Blogger on the other hand, is pretty much a text-based platform, with various customizations thrown in.
The great thing about tumblr is that you can do the following to the photographs is that you can view them in HD if you want to.
Tumblr is obviously well liked primarily because of the 'reblog' function, a thing I would kill to have in blogger. Just reblog a thing you like, and you have it on your own blog! for this reason, Tumblr usually involves searching for blogs and reblogging what you like.
For widgets, blogger has much better third-party functionality, giving it a lot of flexibility. Tumblr has very basic html script compatibility.
For space, blogger while having a potentially unlimited space for text, has a 1GB space for photographs, which could be a problem, especially with larger photographs. Tumblr, on the other hand has a seemingly unlimited space for photographs.
All in all, tumblr is more of a miniblog, very personal, so if you are in the blogosphere for fun, then tumblr may be the thing I'll do. However, if you want your blog for more of business related stuff, as well as for more publicity, then blogger is still a good option... 

The Road

The Road marches on and on
A route for all of them born
A sniffling baby, hardened warrior
A way to move past the fear

It doesn't guide, only points
A hopeless quagmire to those it daunts
A days march is a day away
For those whose trust in the Road lays

A warning cry, welcoming bell
To the criminal,  even cruel cell
The Road treats all impartially
Not for the rich, talent, or even  the needy.

Unsympathetic, universal the emotion to all.
For even pride must come before a fall.
Even Frost's Road not taken
Is only a Road after all.

For those who watch the Road
Overcome by innate greed
The Road spares no kindness
to them or their creed.

For those who seek  the Road
in hope for knowledge gained
The  Road raises a kindly eye
Spares them some pain

But all in all, the Roads a path.
A reason, A way. Always remember
If the Road's gone,
There's always another way.

One of my favourite poems, by Tolkien.

 

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journety new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.

Still 'round the corner there may wait
A new road or secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

Another Shock.

Now another shocking announcement from Kasab's lawyers. They urge that he be granted life imprisonment instead of capital punishment. They urge the Judiciary to do this because:
1: Giving him the death sentence would make him a martyr. Instead he should be given life imprisonment as "giving him life imprisonment for this alone would serve as deterrent to others who may be planning to become 'fidayeens' (human bombs),"
2: Kasab was not the mastermind of the entire attack, he should be viewed as a 'contract killer' only.
Frankly, this announcement really does not come as a shock, after all that is what lawyers are there for. Ujjwal Nikam had a nice time blasting these arguments though, pointing out to the fact that Kasab voluntarily joined the LeT, mercilessly killing a huge amount of people, and also enjoying his actions.
And even after this flaying of their argument, Justice Ranjana Desai had the last word, "Do you think by giving him life sentence we would be able to prevent terrorist attacks in future. What message would you like to give to the society,"
Ouch.

The Leaf's not green.

Scary it is, to comprehend, to understand,
The leaves are not green,colourless the dreamland.
Life's still short, but the beauty's gone,
Now lifeless is the crayon

Pale and drawn have we become.
Black and white our wisdom,
Are we what we really see,
Or just visions from another fantasy?

'Cause the leaf's not green
And the sky's not blue
Life is just playing with us
So shading the hues

And thus fools we are
Everything but what we see
The shades and colours
Dance about thus merrily.

So think thus of philosophy
Of balance and of boundary
Everything not what it seems
Still colourful the dreams.

'Cause the leaf's not green
And the sky's not blue
Life is just playing us
So shade the hues

What use the world,
What use these words,
Lets take the crayons and play,
And colour the world away.

And so at rest will this Beauty
Keep the smoldering anxiety.
And fill our hearts with new joy
New colours there to enjoy.


The Leaf 's not green
And the sky's not blue
But till my eyes open,
I will enjoy these hues

Footprints( or shoe prints) in time?

In his poem 'Psalm of Life', Longfellow talked about 'footprints in the sands of time'. Though it then falls into other topics later, this line struck me as very significant, and I stored it away for future use. And I was proved  right. So, today,  me and  me friends had a  hell of our time at the beach, and I went there and dug my leg in deep. Obviously, there was a footprint(or a shoe print). However, in like 10 seconds, a huge  wave came crashing and the beautiful footprint(or shoe print) was washed away. And the metaphor came to mind too. Makes sense, does it not? Our footprints in time, our deeds, our actions, our memory, how long  will it be till all is washed away too, and we are absolutely forgotten? How long till a huge wave comes crashing down, and the footprint(or shoe print) is washed away. Nice thing to occupy the night. :)

Lifes a race. :D

Life's a lot of fun,
Says the black clad nun
A waste of time
For those in white

Life's a gift
Says the spendthrift
For Shakespeare,
Life's a stage

But no matter the writings
Or what the fat lady sings
Always remember, despite the outrage
Life, Life's a fucking race.

Roman story 1: Iphis and Ianthe

In Crete, Ligdus had promised to pregnant Telethusa, that he would kill the child if it turned out to be a female. Telethusa grieved because she knew the child would be female. So she prayed and prayed, and nothing(?) happened. However, in the night, Isis came. Isis is the Goddess for a whole bunch of stuff, from simplicity, to sinners and artisans. She brought with her the jackal-headed God of mummification(:\) Anubis. Isis promised that no problem would happen. She told that the childs gender should be hidden from the King. (How???)

So, Iphis grew, really a girl, but shown as a boy. In eventuality, Iphis' marriage was declared, to a girl named Ianthe. Ianthe was really beautiful and after an extended courtship, fell in love with Iphis. Iphis reciprocated. However a little snag surfaced, gender snags. So followed another long period of prayer, after which (:D) nothing happened. Isis to the rescue, she came and changed the gender of Iphis. Iphis became a guy, and all other things were easily resolved. Alls well that ends well!!!

Vertically and crosswise: Vedic Math 1

All right, this is an interesting way of multiplication.

In this method, you create a new number system, based on a common number near to both the numbers we need to multiply.

1: So, for a multiplication of 103 * 102, I would take a base of 100.

103             +3

102             +2

105              06

103*102=10506.

The method is simplicity itself.  The base used here is 100, so write the distance from 100, i.e. +3 and +2 respectively. Once done, cross-add. Since the base is the same, the number, and the distance of the second number from hundred is the same. 103+2=102+3=105. So write 105 down. Then multiply the numbers of the right handed column, 3*2= 6. I write it as 06, so it corresponds to the number system. Behold!! The answer!!!

2: The interesting thing is that we can take any base we need. Still, it’s probably better if we take a good base, like a multiple of 10. Therefore 1003*998=

1003           +3

998             -2

1001           -006

1000            994      

1003*998= 1000994

Again it’s pretty simple. I write the base thing again. However, the slight twist here is my second part is negative. So, I add it to my base, (1000 in this case) and subtract one from the left hand side.

3: As I said before, its particularly better if we use a good base. That, however is unnecessary, since all numbers can be expressed as a multiple of 10. So 20= 10*2, 45=4.5*10, 3=0.3*10 and etc.

So 21*23

21                   +1

23                   +3         

24                   +3   

48                   +3        

21*23=483.

Simply assume that you would make a base of 10, but write the distance as from 20. At the end of it all, multiply your left-hand side with your multiple (in this case 2) and there you go!!!

4: 26*23

26                     +6     

23                     +3     

29                     18     

58                     18    

59                     8

It’s as simple as it can get. The twist is that the right hand side contains more digits than possible, so we use the carry on method, adding one to the left hand side to give us the answer.

23*29= 598.

5: The last one. 47*41

47                 +2                  

41                 -4            

43                 -8                

193.5             -8                 

192.5              2                 

192                 7       

47*41= 1927

This one is almost completely useless, since it is actually much faster to just use the normal way.  The base here could be taken as 40 or 50 even, to give a much easier solution. However, here, multiply by 4.5.  Subtract one to make the right hand side positive. The last step is just that you take the number in the decimal place and add it to your right hand side.

Notes: The whole way of solving has a mathematical solution to it. So if you know it, then please mail me the proof. However, experimentally this method seems to work on everything I have tried. Again, if you spot any mistake, then please mail.

I found this method in a Vedic math book, containing the heading of vertically and crosswise.

Vertically and crosswise has a whole bunch of applications from multiplication and division to finding equations of a line, valuation of logarithms, exponentials, trigonometrical functions and solutions of simultaneous, transcendental, polynomial and differential equations.   

Fractal's. Mandelbrot set in particular.

Mandelbrot set of fractals. They are quasi fractals, but very famous due to extended graphical technology.

Picture 1
A fractal is basically a geometric shape which can be divided(at least approximately) to a many parts which have the same geometric shape. Fractals, thus exhibit a property of self-similarity, and are bound by a mathematical equation, largely recursive in nature. This means that it is bound by a set of iterations. A fractal shows the following characteristics,

• Its geometric. Its made up of irregular straight lines(or points).
• It is too irregular to be easily described in traditional geometric language.
• It is self-similar (at least approximately or randomly).
• It has a simple and recursive definition.

Many naturally occurring objects are actually fractals(at least in part) like clouds and lightning bolts.

This is a Koch curve, supposed to be a complete fractal. Its actually made from an equilateral triangle.

 To Mandelbrot then. Mandelbrot set is a quasi-fractal set(i.e, shows many fractal properties, but is not exactly self-similar.)  It has a formula, z_n+1 = z_n² + c, where n is substituted by the number. The condition is, a complex number, c, is in the Mandelbrot set if, when starting with z₀ = 0 and applying the iteration repeatedly, the absolute value of z_n never exceeds a certain number (that number depends on c) however large n gets. i is one of the numbers in this set.
Its famous for the aesthetic value, and for the fact that its a relatively simple equation.
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3su4b_mandelbrot-fractal-zoom_creation

A poem: First They Came..

They came first for the Communists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist.

Then they came for the trade unionists,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews,
and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew.

Then they came for me
and by that time no one was left to speak up.

Martin Niemöller

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo Buffalo

Strange as that may seem, the above is a perfectly valid English statement. Three different forms of buffalo are being used here, the town, the animal, and the bully. It translates to the following sentence: The Buffalo's from Buffalo, who are buffaloed by other buffaloes of Buffalo, also buffalo other buffaloes of Buffalo. check it out here :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_buffalo_Buffalo_buffalo 
Insane right?? :D

Garden Path Sentences

There is another example of why English is so versatile. Garden Path Sentences. These sentences are unique because- they start as a grammatically correct  sentence, like "The old man..." The reader naturally assumes that the old man is about to do something. However, the next phrase makes it incomprehensible. The reader is then forced to start with a new perspective. "The old man the bridge" Here, 'man', which we assumed to be a noun, becomes a verb. The reader is supposed to understand that  "Old people 'man' the bridge". Another example of  Garden Path sentences are: The government plans to raise taxes were defeated. Unbelievable!!!

And then there were none

Agatha Christie wrote a very(very) famous murder mystery of the same name. Decided to give my own take on it.

There were ten
Waiting by the road
Ready for a journey
Of an entire lifetime
 _____________________
The ten crossed the lake,
But the tenth was too scared
He left the others to their fates
And departed with some joy.

And then there were nine
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime
 _________________
The nine walked over a bridge
But the ninth saw a beauty
Pursued her, leaving the rest
And sealed his own fate
  
And then there were eight
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ___________________
As they walked by the gorge,
The eighth saw a tree
Laden with fruits. Hunger
Consumed his life away

And then there were seven
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ___________________
As they walked by the mountain
Cold consumed their hearts.
The seventh saw a route
To escape from the way.

And then there were six
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ___________________
The trail went on and on
Never showed a sign of ending
The sixth lost all hope
And  left the party, disgruntled.

And then there were five
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 __________________
As they walked by the desert
Their throats parched
The fifth simply
Lost the will to carry on.

And then there were four
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ___________________
They walked by the river..
And the fourth saw
His family dead. Grief
Caused him to kill himself.

And then there were three
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ______________________
They walked into the cave
And the third saw gold.
Left the journey and
Retired to a new world.

And then there were two
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 ________________________
They walked by the plain
Feet overcome with pain
They began to hate the other
And the second lay dead.

And then there was one
Walking by the road,
Engrossed in the journey
Of an entire lifetime.
 _________________________
He struggled to reach the box
His left hand stretched
But at the moment of glory
His wounds killed him.

And then there were none.
Walking by the road,
Consumed by the journey
Of an entire lifetime.

An Empty Something

All right, I was reading Half-Blood Prince the other day(dumbledore :( ) A particular scene suddenly became very poignant and meaningful to me. its the quidditch scene, when Ron, who is having a bad case of nerves, just before a must-win match. so Harry pretends to put Felix, the luck potion in Ron's pumpkin juice. Ron believes that he is lucky and, needless to say, goes on to perform very well.

At the end of it all, it boiled down to faith. Ron only performed excellently  when he believed that he would. Man becomes a superman, only when he believes he is a superman. Our own Indian freedom struggles is a testament to the fact. i believe that its a natural order as well. the effects of adrenaline for an example. 

Maybe faith is like this adrenaline, like the pretended bottle of luck. It gives man  the courage to  do stuff, which is otherwise considered impossible. Eons ago, man looked at himself with the faith to  do  things. However, in recent times, man  became tired of the responsibility. Deeds that were actually due to their strength of will and character were otherwise attributed to God.

God became that liquid luck. Nothing was difficult to God.  He gave the courage to do things. Consequently, the Indian revolution,  the discovery of the periodic table , and other truly  historic deeds were carried out in  the name of God.

God may not exist, like the empty vial. However, when we believe in him,  we receive the much-needed courage to do our duty. Maybe that's the purpose of a God...

(I started thinking of this after I read Angels and Demons the other day.)

    and so...

No religion, no sacred text, comes even close to  describing something as God. Maybe that's  because God, does not exist. Maybe because  he is just an empty bottle.         

An introduction

Hi, I  am Devdan. (Wow) I  am  a sixteen year old student, and  am basically just wasting my time doing unimportant stuff. Like studies etc. I love reading, (various allusions to popular books is to be assumed)  To cut a long story short,(my  name has 18 characters), welcome!!