My blog entry on 'language distorted the world' should have been actually titled "Everyone speaks lies". I am pleasantly surprised to read the book review in TOI on a book titled "Why we Lie". Visit this link
This book is about the psychology behind lying.
And this lie is a coincidence and its a true lie :) Can I someone explain this coincidence?
au·gust [aw-guhst] adjective 1. inspiring reverence or admiration; of supreme dignity or grandeur; majestic: an august performance of a religious drama. 2. venerable; eminent: an august personage.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Language distorted the world
When our ancestor tribals needed a mechanism to communicate, language was born. But language itself an incomplete tool because our men could not get enough of the language. Perceptions, understanding, communication of the same topic is different for different people and finally we all have our own worlds of this whole world.
I would say, we are speaking lies, hearing lies and interpreting lies and nothing true.
Till we see world's invisible powers (like electricity), we carry a different perception and different set of language.
And above all every human is a bundle of emotions.
As you read this blog, your perception of the world is very miniscule, because you are influenced by recent events and knowledge and do not have the whole reality.
So, dont take anyone wrong, dont take anyone right.
I would say, we are speaking lies, hearing lies and interpreting lies and nothing true.
Till we see world's invisible powers (like electricity), we carry a different perception and different set of language.
And above all every human is a bundle of emotions.
As you read this blog, your perception of the world is very miniscule, because you are influenced by recent events and knowledge and do not have the whole reality.
So, dont take anyone wrong, dont take anyone right.
Friday, October 29, 2010
What will you celebrate?
What will let you celebrate if you were given an opportunity? The moment itself. The sunshine. The wind. The amazing art of breath. The life. Everything.
Its madness that we celebrate every year, meaningless functions, that are out of context. Every Indian, every religion, every sect has a bunch of days for themselves to celebrate just add some colour to their lives.
Celebrate this moment.
Its madness that we celebrate every year, meaningless functions, that are out of context. Every Indian, every religion, every sect has a bunch of days for themselves to celebrate just add some colour to their lives.
Celebrate this moment.
Monday, October 11, 2010
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