Took a boat ride and reached an island with two goal posts of all things. And a bunch of kids playing football...
Parked our boat and joined for a game and we won....
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
My Team
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Motorcycle Diaries
Okay this is my longest post ever but for good reason(s)....
Saw "Motorcycle Diaries" A movie by Walter Salles on saturday.
Walked in knowing little about Che Guevera, except for the fact that I have seen his face on a millon T-Shirts.
Half way through the movie, did not even know that It was a true story.
The movie is Funny and Inspiring.
Kind of like Life is Beautiful, only beetter, cause A) its true story and B) The central characters are not larger than life to begin with (unlike Benigni's in LIB)
Its about, People, Motrocycle, Travel, Good-Will, Transformation, Humor and Journey (Thru a continet and through time to find ones own roots.)
Deserves this space I guess..
Hoping to write my own Motorcycle diaries one day....
(Listening to Music of the Andes right now)
"Motorcycle Diaries" Shows Che Guevara at Crossroads: "Travel Bug
Travel Bug
Guevera was born in 1928 and grew up in an upper-middle-class family in Buenos Aires, though his parents defied many of the social conventions of their class at the time.
"Although the household was not infused with radical political sentiment, a tone of defiant independence seemed to reign," said Marshall Beck, editor at the North American Congress on Latin America, a nonprofit organization based in New York.
Guevera did not distinguish himself in medical school. His grades were far from remarkable. He showed little interest in politics, staying away from the left-wing groups on campus.
He always wanted to travel. In 1949 he had embarked on a solo bicycle tour of Argentina. When Alberto Granada, a family friend who was working in a leprosy hospital in Argentina's Córdoba Province, asked Guevara if he wanted to travel with him by motorcycle to North America, the young Guevara immediately said yes, even if it meant postponing his medical exams.
On January 4, 1952, the pair left on La Poderosa II ("The Mighty One"), Granada's 1939 500cc Norton motorcycle. They almost crashed into a streetcar immediately after taking off from an endless farewell at the Granadas' home in Córdoba.
Encountering Poverty
The first stop: Miramar, a small resort where Guevara's girlfriend, Chichina, was spending the summer with her upper-class family. Two days stretched into eight. Chichina lent him U.S. $15 to buy her a swimsuit in the U.S., and Guevara swore he would starve rather than spend the money on anything else.
The two men crossed into Chile on February 14. At one point they introduced themselves as internationally renowned leprosy experts at a local newspaper, which wrote a glowing story about them. The travelers used the press clipping as a way to score meals and other favors with locals along the way.
The pair also got into trouble. While stopping in the town of Lautaro to repair the motorcycle after an accident, they were invited to a dance. The evening ended badly, however, after Guevara was caught trying to seduce a married woman. The two men were chased out of town by an angry mob.
In Santiago, the capital of Chile, the motorcycle broke down for good. The two men decided to carry on by hitchhiking.
Guevara's political consciousness began to stir as he and Granada moved into mining country. They visited Chuquicamata copper mine, the world's largest open-pit mine and the primary source of Chile's wealth. It was run by U.S. mining monopolies and viewed by many as a symbol of foreign domination.
A meeting with a homeless communist couple in search of mining work made a particularly strong impression on Guevara.
"By the light of the single candle … the contracted features of the worker gave off a mysterious and tragic air … the couple, frozen stiff in the desert night, hugging one another, were a live representation of the proletariat of any part of the world," Guevara wrote in his diary.
Man of the People
In Peru, Guevara was impressed by the old Inca civilization. Riding in trucks with Indians and animals, he felt a fraternity with the indigenous people.
In Lima, the capital, the two men went to see Hugo Pesce, a leading leprosy researcher and a Marxist. Guevara engaged Pesce in political discussions. A decade later Guevara acknowledged the doctor's formative influence on him when he sent him a copy of his first book, Guerilla Warfare.
From Lima, Guevara and Granada traveled into the Amazon rain forest. They stayed for three weeks at San Pablo, a leper colony deep in the jungle, where the pair gave consultations and treated patients.
Guevara swam once from the side of the Amazon where the doctors stayed to the other side of the river where the leper patients lived, a distance of two and a half miles (four kilometers).
On his 24th birthday, with the doctors and nurses as his audience, Guevara gave his first political speech, advocating a unified Latin America.
"We believe, and after this trip even more firmly than before, that Latin America's division into illusory and uncertain nationalities is completely fictitious," he said.
The two men traveled on to Colombia and Venezuela, where Granada found work at a leprosarium. Guevara flew back to Argentina—via Miami, where he had to spend 20 days after the plane's engine broke down—where his family welcomed him upon his arrival.
Guevara was a changed man.
"I will be on the side of the people … I will take to the barricades and the trenches, screaming as one possessed, will stain my weapons with blood, and, mad with rage, will cut the throat of any vanquished foe I encounter," he wrote in his diary.
Saw "Motorcycle Diaries" A movie by Walter Salles on saturday.
Walked in knowing little about Che Guevera, except for the fact that I have seen his face on a millon T-Shirts.
Half way through the movie, did not even know that It was a true story.
The movie is Funny and Inspiring.
Kind of like Life is Beautiful, only beetter, cause A) its true story and B) The central characters are not larger than life to begin with (unlike Benigni's in LIB)
Its about, People, Motrocycle, Travel, Good-Will, Transformation, Humor and Journey (Thru a continet and through time to find ones own roots.)
Deserves this space I guess..
Hoping to write my own Motorcycle diaries one day....
(Listening to Music of the Andes right now)
"Motorcycle Diaries" Shows Che Guevara at Crossroads: "Travel Bug
Travel Bug
Guevera was born in 1928 and grew up in an upper-middle-class family in Buenos Aires, though his parents defied many of the social conventions of their class at the time.
"Although the household was not infused with radical political sentiment, a tone of defiant independence seemed to reign," said Marshall Beck, editor at the North American Congress on Latin America, a nonprofit organization based in New York.
Guevera did not distinguish himself in medical school. His grades were far from remarkable. He showed little interest in politics, staying away from the left-wing groups on campus.
He always wanted to travel. In 1949 he had embarked on a solo bicycle tour of Argentina. When Alberto Granada, a family friend who was working in a leprosy hospital in Argentina's Córdoba Province, asked Guevara if he wanted to travel with him by motorcycle to North America, the young Guevara immediately said yes, even if it meant postponing his medical exams.
On January 4, 1952, the pair left on La Poderosa II ("The Mighty One"), Granada's 1939 500cc Norton motorcycle. They almost crashed into a streetcar immediately after taking off from an endless farewell at the Granadas' home in Córdoba.
Encountering Poverty
The first stop: Miramar, a small resort where Guevara's girlfriend, Chichina, was spending the summer with her upper-class family. Two days stretched into eight. Chichina lent him U.S. $15 to buy her a swimsuit in the U.S., and Guevara swore he would starve rather than spend the money on anything else.
The two men crossed into Chile on February 14. At one point they introduced themselves as internationally renowned leprosy experts at a local newspaper, which wrote a glowing story about them. The travelers used the press clipping as a way to score meals and other favors with locals along the way.
The pair also got into trouble. While stopping in the town of Lautaro to repair the motorcycle after an accident, they were invited to a dance. The evening ended badly, however, after Guevara was caught trying to seduce a married woman. The two men were chased out of town by an angry mob.
In Santiago, the capital of Chile, the motorcycle broke down for good. The two men decided to carry on by hitchhiking.
Guevara's political consciousness began to stir as he and Granada moved into mining country. They visited Chuquicamata copper mine, the world's largest open-pit mine and the primary source of Chile's wealth. It was run by U.S. mining monopolies and viewed by many as a symbol of foreign domination.
A meeting with a homeless communist couple in search of mining work made a particularly strong impression on Guevara.
"By the light of the single candle … the contracted features of the worker gave off a mysterious and tragic air … the couple, frozen stiff in the desert night, hugging one another, were a live representation of the proletariat of any part of the world," Guevara wrote in his diary.
Man of the People
In Peru, Guevara was impressed by the old Inca civilization. Riding in trucks with Indians and animals, he felt a fraternity with the indigenous people.
In Lima, the capital, the two men went to see Hugo Pesce, a leading leprosy researcher and a Marxist. Guevara engaged Pesce in political discussions. A decade later Guevara acknowledged the doctor's formative influence on him when he sent him a copy of his first book, Guerilla Warfare.
From Lima, Guevara and Granada traveled into the Amazon rain forest. They stayed for three weeks at San Pablo, a leper colony deep in the jungle, where the pair gave consultations and treated patients.
Guevara swam once from the side of the Amazon where the doctors stayed to the other side of the river where the leper patients lived, a distance of two and a half miles (four kilometers).
On his 24th birthday, with the doctors and nurses as his audience, Guevara gave his first political speech, advocating a unified Latin America.
"We believe, and after this trip even more firmly than before, that Latin America's division into illusory and uncertain nationalities is completely fictitious," he said.
The two men traveled on to Colombia and Venezuela, where Granada found work at a leprosarium. Guevara flew back to Argentina—via Miami, where he had to spend 20 days after the plane's engine broke down—where his family welcomed him upon his arrival.
Guevara was a changed man.
"I will be on the side of the people … I will take to the barricades and the trenches, screaming as one possessed, will stain my weapons with blood, and, mad with rage, will cut the throat of any vanquished foe I encounter," he wrote in his diary.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Make No Little Plans
Atanu Dey on India's Development - Deeshaa: March 29, 2005 Archives
Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty. Think big.
Daniel Burnham, Chicago architect. (1864-1912)
Links:
Atanu Dey's Bio
Deesha Ventures
Make no little plans. They have no magic to stir men's blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble, logical diagram once recorded will never die, but long after we are gone will be a living thing, asserting itself with ever-growing insistency. Remember that our sons and grandsons are going to do things that would stagger us. Let your watchword be order and your beacon beauty. Think big.
Daniel Burnham, Chicago architect. (1864-1912)
Links:
Atanu Dey's Bio
Deesha Ventures
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility
Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility: "A law of economics stating that as a person increases consumption of a product--while keeping consumption of other products constant--there is a decline in the marginal utility that person derives from consuming each additional unit of that product.
Investopedia Says...
This is the premise on which buffet-style restaurants operate. They entice you with 'all you can eat,' all the while knowing each additional plate of food provides less utility than the one before. And despite their enticement, most people will eat only until the utility they derive from additional food is slightly lower than the original.
For example, say you go to a buffet and the first plate of food you eat is very good. On a scale of ten you would give it a ten. Now your hunger has been somewhat tamed, but you get another full plate of food. Since you're not as hungry, your enjoyment rates at a seven at best. Most people would stop before their utility drops even more, but say you go back to eat a third full plate of food and your utility drops even more to a three. If you kept eating, you would eventually reach a point at which your eating makes you sick, providing dissatisfaction, or 'dis-utility'.
"
Investopedia Says...
This is the premise on which buffet-style restaurants operate. They entice you with 'all you can eat,' all the while knowing each additional plate of food provides less utility than the one before. And despite their enticement, most people will eat only until the utility they derive from additional food is slightly lower than the original.
For example, say you go to a buffet and the first plate of food you eat is very good. On a scale of ten you would give it a ten. Now your hunger has been somewhat tamed, but you get another full plate of food. Since you're not as hungry, your enjoyment rates at a seven at best. Most people would stop before their utility drops even more, but say you go back to eat a third full plate of food and your utility drops even more to a three. If you kept eating, you would eventually reach a point at which your eating makes you sick, providing dissatisfaction, or 'dis-utility'.
"
Pleasures, enjoyment, lose their value with every helping, while each pain, discomfort hurts so much more with every installment.
Basic problem with human thinking perhaps.
Forgetfulness, then is one of those virtues I must say.
If I could look at every drop of water that’s leaked through my roof as the only one that has ever dripped on my face, would the drip worry me so much less?
If you can eat a chocolate like its your first chocolate in life, would you enjoy it so much more?
..I constantly wonder afresh.
PS: Will I drown in my own house before my stomach bursts due to excessive intake of chocolate?
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Potato Art
Potato Art
Originally uploaded by swapnild.
Sunday afternoon, Mokashi Residence
Volunteered to chop vegetables
Was forced to eat my own words in the end
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Its April and I am eating loads of pineapples...
Andy's Movie Quote Page: Chungking Express:
COP 223: "We split up on April Fool's Day. So I decided to let the joke run for a month. Every day I buy a can of pineapple with a sell-by date of May 1. May (his ex) loves pineapple, and May 1 is my birthday. If May hasn't changed her mind by the time I've bought thirty cans, then our love will also expire."
COP 223: "If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries."
COP 223 goes shopping. Any canned pineapple that expires on May 1?
Cashier You know what day it is today?
COP 223: April 30?
Cashier Right. You think we sell outdated stock?
COP 223: There's still two hours to go.
Cashier Nobody would buy it. Get a fresh one.
COP 223: People like you are hung up on freshness. You realize what goes into a can of pineapple? The fruit must be grown, harvested, sliced, and you just throw it away! How do you think the can feels about that?
Cashier Buddy, I only work here. Who cares about how the cans feel? What about how I feel? Loading, more loading, unloading... How I wish cans wouldn't expire! It'd save me loads of work. You like expired cans? Help yourself! As many as you like! On the house!
223 leaves the store.
COP 223: Somehow everything comes with an expiry date. Swordfish expires. Meat sauce expires. Even cling-film expires. Is there anything in the world which doesn't?
COP 223: gives a can of pineapple to a passing street person. The street person looks at the can and throws it on the ground.
Street person It's expired. Don't want it.
COP 223: You sure?
COP 223: "We split up on April Fool's Day. So I decided to let the joke run for a month. Every day I buy a can of pineapple with a sell-by date of May 1. May (his ex) loves pineapple, and May 1 is my birthday. If May hasn't changed her mind by the time I've bought thirty cans, then our love will also expire."
COP 223: "If memories could be canned, would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries."
COP 223 goes shopping. Any canned pineapple that expires on May 1?
Cashier You know what day it is today?
COP 223: April 30?
Cashier Right. You think we sell outdated stock?
COP 223: There's still two hours to go.
Cashier Nobody would buy it. Get a fresh one.
COP 223: People like you are hung up on freshness. You realize what goes into a can of pineapple? The fruit must be grown, harvested, sliced, and you just throw it away! How do you think the can feels about that?
Cashier Buddy, I only work here. Who cares about how the cans feel? What about how I feel? Loading, more loading, unloading... How I wish cans wouldn't expire! It'd save me loads of work. You like expired cans? Help yourself! As many as you like! On the house!
223 leaves the store.
COP 223: Somehow everything comes with an expiry date. Swordfish expires. Meat sauce expires. Even cling-film expires. Is there anything in the world which doesn't?
COP 223: gives a can of pineapple to a passing street person. The street person looks at the can and throws it on the ground.
Street person It's expired. Don't want it.
COP 223: You sure?
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