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Showing posts with label Once beaten and twice shy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Once beaten and twice shy. Show all posts

tell me, tell me

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Blue Rock Pigeons
Tell me, What's in your heart?
Tell me, Why were we apart?

Tell me, What yet haven't you told?
Tell me, Why you not met me before?

Tell me the time, Tell me the date.
If you can tell me, Very well tell my fate.


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Gandhigiri and Dadagiri

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Imagine all living life in peace and prosperity
"That is dadagiri" - I said to myself as I watched a rooster snatching food from young roosters in backyard of the cottage of a poor tribal in Mayurbhanj, Orissa. While waiting for farmers to join for a public meeting I was watching the ducks and roosters play. The dadagiri act of the matured rooster urged me to think.

The young roosters and hens accepted the might of the matured rooster and eventually surrendered. He would capture the grains of rice, bhel and everything else thrown towards the flock and the young and weak roosters would feed on his leftover. Albeit the matured rooster eats more and grows stronger, while the young weak roosters eat less and weaken further. This is how a cycle of suffering was created.

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Keeping a secret

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'Please don't tell this to anybody else' - it's frequent request to keep a secret. Usually, it is discovered that the secret is out! Now, you know what I am talking about. Why is it hard to keep a secret? Are secrets worth keeping? How and why?

Studies show that secrets are spilled out usually within an hour. It is said that women find it harder to resist spilling a secret than men. However, studies have also found men of this millennium to be competing with women on this issue.

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Probability of exploitation

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Hey, that’s a snake! No, no, no. That is a fish, out of water and jumping eagerly. It will be an irony to advise the fish to have patience. When I tried to help her, and catch in my hands so that I can put her in the side by pond, she kept slipping out. Why doesn’t she realize that I am the one trying to help her and not kill her? I guess, because the probability of somebody helping a fish out of water is very low and the probability to kill her is very high. Her mother must have taught her these probabilities. 
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