God Does Play Dice!

Was Adolft Hitler evil? What about Atilla the Hun? And Robespierre? Moving on now, was Gandhi a great person? Was Dalai Lama? And Albert Schweitzer, was he great too? My guess is, your answer was a resounding 'Yes!' to all the above questions. Which leads us nicely to the topic of contention today, what makes a person a 'bad' and what makes them 'good'?

A Winter Dawn

A Cold winter's evening,
Bright birds chirping,
Golden leaves rustling
conspicuous in their absence.

Father, Mother and newborn.
In rags more hole than whole.
Shuffle along in a land forn.
Seek shelter of roof, warmth of coal.

An Anchor

When I realise that a storm is brewing,
And that the earthly vessel is going
to be smithereens soon,
I think of you, an anchor,
And I realise,
this too shall pass.

A Compilation of Events in High School

Here's a post to all the fun we had in high school, a recollection of the bits that I was a part of. 

Abigail:

Me: Did you know, the tongue was the strongest muscle in the human body?

Abigail: Really! We should have tongue-wrestling matches, then!

Bala:

*Hemanth asks Bala to get him a cup of coke from the vending machine*

Bala: Here, da!

Hemanth: Dai, this is a bottle, da! I want a cup!

Bala: There you go! *plonks down a bunch of disposable cups*

I've tried telling people before...

The world's greatest and most famous orchestral conductor is conducting his symphony orchestra when he makes a very small mistake.The orchestra doesn't notice it, because they all know the piece by memory anyway, and the audience doesn't notice, because frankly, who in the general public has the faintest clue what orchestral conductors actually do anyway? But he does notice it and he starts thinking about it. All day and all night he thinks about it and he ends up deciding that it's time to retire. So at the end of his next performance, the crowd is cheering and applauding and throwing roses that they mysteriously had with them, and he taps his little stick on his podium to hush the audience.He says, "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you have been wonderful. But this has been my last performance. I am announcing my retirement."

There is silence over the audience, then someone at the back yells "Boooo" and soon the entire audience is booing him. He trudges sadly from the stage and begins packing his things. As he is walking out the back door of the theatre, his path is blocked by his short, fat, greedy manager, and his manager's two gorilla-sized bodyguards. "Oh, no you don't." says the manager. "You're far too profitable to be retiring. You're going to keep working."