It takes a bit more than eight minutes for a ray of sunlight to reach us. In other words, it takes quite a lot of time. Arithmetically speaking, an average person blinks 20 times per minute which means 160 blinks would be required for a ray to settle down. Since blinking is an individual process, the numbers may differ to some extent. How about a kiss, huh? A collaborative process, no doubt. If a person kisses another person, say, 60 times per minute—non-stop—as if on a potion composed by Cupid himself—how many pecks on any part of the face please? 480 or around 500. Whoa! 500 kisses for a ray of sun to touch the surface of our planet sounds..err..wearisome. Ahem. Here's hoping that a ray kisses the eyes of the one lost in another. Devastatingly.
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Showing posts with label human interest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human interest. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Doggy style
I respect street dogs. I don't love them as such but i do admire their ethics. Had i loved them, i'd have done a bit more than feeding them Parle-G every now and then. Speaking of which, almost all the dogs in my neighbourhood recognize me. It's like saying "Sanpada ka kutta kutta jaanta hai mujhe" and then actually saying it. They are wonderful creatures. Instinctive, free, fun-loving, hungry, fierce and true survivors. Coming back to how they won my admiration, there's a small theory behind it. You see dogs did a favour on us by letting us domesticate them. And both our speices go back a long time. Of course, there comes moments when they teach us how to run fast by chasing our buttocks. However, they've helped us understand boundaries. Invisible, that is. You see street dogs respect each others' space. Over a period of time, they build these fences that need no mending. Unlike Korean 38th Parallel. Yes, there are incursions that never go unpunished but the idea is to bite and fuck within your own territory. The fittest survive but rarely tells a tale. He eventually gets replaced by someone who barks louder and snarls wider. It's a 'healthy' setup as long as the human government decides when and whom to spay. If you spend some time understanding how they look out for their friends and treat their enemies, you'll be stunned by the amount of justice they dispense. We love reminding ourselves that it's a dog-eats-dog planet but the canines certainly don't believe in such nonsense. They are far more sophisticated than that. If only this world was indeed going to the dogs.
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democracy,
dogs,
human interest,
Shakti Shetty,
Society
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