When I was a child, I had a friend in the neighborhood. A smart (and slightly nerdy) kid, not unlike myself. We used to hang out, play badminton and do physics experiments. By the time we were teenagers, we kind of drifted apart, as our paths diverged. बाद में, I went the IIT-USA, global-citizen-route and ended up in Singapore. He, of more modest ambitions, stayed back at home, and got a job roughly similar to what my father used to do. I kept hearing of him, although I never really ran into him. He got married, probably had a couple of kids, and everything must have been going smoothly, even a bit dully. But a couple of years ago he suddenly died of leukemia.
Another day, another American school shooting. The predictable aftermath will be “thoughts and prayers” (although people use different words now because of the current climate of skepticism), another pointless debate over gun laws, and a few “never agains” and “never forgets”. Instead of those exercises in futility, I thought I would write about some other curious aspects of America’s deadly romance with guns.
मेरी माँ कहना है कि अपने बच्चे को आप के रूप में के रूप में बड़ा है जब इस्तेमाल किया,,en,आप उन्हें सम्मान के साथ इलाज के लिए है,,en,क्या वह वास्तव में कहा था कि आप का सम्मानजनक फ़ॉर्म का उपयोग करके उनका निराकरण करने में किया था,,en,जो अंग्रेजी में किसी भी मतलब नहीं है,,en,लेकिन हिन्दी या फ्रेंच में काम कर सकते हैं,,en,यह मलयालम में अच्छी तरह से काम किया काव्यात्मक,,en,मैं ज्ञान के इस मातृ मोती की हाल ही में याद दिलाया गया था जब मैं अपने बेटे के साथ एक फिल्म देख रहा था,,en, you have to treat them with respect. What she actually said was that you had to address them using a respectful form of “आप,” which doesn’t make any sense in English, but may work in Hindi or French. It worked poetically well in Malayalam. I was reminded of this maternal pearl of wisdom recently when I was watching a movie with my son.
Life is full of contradictions.
I am attending a research retreat on mindfulness and contemplative practices at the beautiful Garrison Institute. I am learning a lot of interesting things, and meeting a lot of like-minded and excellent people – the kind of people with whom I could have deep conversation about the unreal nature of reality, unlike most people from other walks of life would politely and tactfully excuse themselves when I get a bit unreal.
मैं सिर्फ सिंगापुर मैनेजमेंट यूनिवर्सिटी में प्रोफेसर के रूप में अपने पहले कार्यकाल समाप्त हो गया,,en,मैं एक स्नातक पाठ्यक्रम कम्प्यूटर एक विश्लेषण उपकरण के रूप में बुलाया सिखाया,,en,जो व्यापार मॉडलिंग और डेटा-प्रेरित निर्णय समर्थन पर है,,en,मैं के बारे में था,,en,छात्रों,,en,तीन कक्षा घंटे प्रति सप्ताह प्रत्येक के तीन वर्गों में,,en,मैं कहना है पूरी बात एक बहुत ही समृद्ध अनुभव था,,en,इस बयान के पीछे के कारणों पर स्वेच्छाचार हो जाएगा,,en,सिद्धांत दिया और धारणा,,en,इस अवास्तविक ब्लॉग है,,en. I taught an undergraduate course called Computer as an Analysis Tool, which is on business modelling and data-driven decision support. I had about 130 students, in three sections of three classroom hours each per week. I have to say the whole thing was a very enriching experience. जरूर, the reasons behind this statement will be expounded on, theorized and hypothesized – this is Unreal Blog, सब के बाद.
At some point in our life, we come to accept the fact we are closer to death than life. What lies ahead is definitely less significant than what is left behind. These are the twilight years, and I have come to accept them. With darkness descending over the horizons, and the long shadows of misspent years and evaded human conditions slithering all around me, I peer into the void, into an eternity of silence and dreamlessness. यह है almost time.
टीचिंग एक महान और पुरस्कृत पेशा है. As my sunset career, I have accepted a faculty position at Singapore Management University, सूचना प्रणाली के स्कूल में डेटा विश्लेषण और व्यापार मॉडलिंग अध्यापन. इन विषयों के साथ अच्छी तरह से बैठते हैं मेरे entrepreneurial ventures from earlier this year on data analytics and process automation, जो मेरी सेवानिवृत्ति से बाहर आने का एक हिस्सा थे.
Recently I had to talk harshly to my daughter about the responsibilities of family members. Although I would like to think of it as a scolding, all parents of teenagers know that there is no such thing. There are only fights. But it got me thinking about the responsibilities, rights and privileges of family members.