Understanding Engineers - Take One
Two engineering students were walking across a university campus when one
said, "Where did you get such a great bike?" The second engineer replied,
"Well, I was walking along yesterday, minding my own business, when a
beautiful woman rode up on this bike, threw it to the ground, took off all
her clothes and said, "Take what you want." The second engineer nodded
approvingly and said, "Good choice; the clothes probably wouldn't have fit
you anyway.
Understanding Engineers - Take Two
To the optimist, the glass is half full. To the pessimist, the glass is
half empty. To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.
Understanding Engineers - Take Three
Normal people believe that if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
Engineers believe that if it ain't broke,
it doesn't have enough features yet.
Understanding Engineers - Take Four
What is the difference between mechanical engineers and civil engineers?
Mechanical engineers build weapons and civil engineers build targets.
Understanding Engineers - Take Five
The graduate with a science degree asks, "Why does it work?" The graduate
with an engineering degree asks, "How does it work?" The graduate with an
accounting degree asks, "How much will it cost?" The graduate with an arts
degree asks, "Do you want fries with that?"
Understanding Engineers - Take Six
Three engineering students were gathered together discussing the possible
designers of the human body. One said, "It was a mechanical engineer. Just
look at all the joints. "Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer.
The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections. " The
last one said, "No,
actually it had to have been a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic
waste pipeline through a recreational area?"
Understanding Engineers - Take Seven
An engineer was crossing a road one day, when a frog called out to him and
said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over,
picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. The frog spoke up again and
said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will
stay with you for one
week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and
returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and
turn me back into a Princess, I'll stay with you for one week and do
ANYTHING you want." Again, the engineer took the
frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog
asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess and
that I'll stay with you for one week and do anything you want. Why won't
you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an
engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now
that's cool."
When you're in love, your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out - your friends, everyone you used to know. and it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking and YOU KNOW it's going to take you down with it,but still u'll follow it...
- From Shantaram
- From Shantaram
You Are Fortunate If, Your Mom Is 'Mean'
Some day when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough... to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken me just 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children: Parents aren't perfect, you know.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsi-bility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, i loved you enough... to say "NO" when i knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad i won them, because in the end you won, too.
And some day when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labour Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them.
While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalising others'property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was. I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
The idea for this post isnt mine. It was taken from here. Thank You Lioness. For telling me why my mom was mean.. :)
I loved you enough... to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken me just 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children: Parents aren't perfect, you know.
I loved you enough to let you assume the responsi-bility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, i loved you enough... to say "NO" when i knew you would hate me for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad i won them, because in the end you won, too.
And some day when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labour Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them.
While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16.
Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalising others'property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was. I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
The idea for this post isnt mine. It was taken from here. Thank You Lioness. For telling me why my mom was mean.. :)
A Life for Sale
So apparently, this Australian guy wants to sell off his life on E-bay....
In his own words...
" ..........I have had enough of my life! I don't want it any more! You can have it if you like!No, I'm not contemplating suicide, I am going to sell my life!! I have my reasons......
....... However, I am still not sure whether this is inspired madness, complete foolishness, or just some sort of mid-life crisis. Whatever it is, it's all going up for sale in one big auction. Everything I have and everything I am. On the day it is all sold and settled I intend to walk out of my front door with my wallet in one pocket and my passport in the other, nothing else at all, and get on the train, with no idea where I am going or what the future holds for me."
Go check him out at http://www.alife4sale.com/
In his own words...
" ..........I have had enough of my life! I don't want it any more! You can have it if you like!No, I'm not contemplating suicide, I am going to sell my life!! I have my reasons......
....... However, I am still not sure whether this is inspired madness, complete foolishness, or just some sort of mid-life crisis. Whatever it is, it's all going up for sale in one big auction. Everything I have and everything I am. On the day it is all sold and settled I intend to walk out of my front door with my wallet in one pocket and my passport in the other, nothing else at all, and get on the train, with no idea where I am going or what the future holds for me."
Go check him out at http://www.alife4sale.com/
I found this here . Think about it..
What do people mean when they speak disparagingly of "a whore"? Someone who sells her or his body? I have news for you: Unless you're a ghost who still draws a paycheck, you use your body to make a living, too. Ever been nice to a customer you really didn't like, or acted enthusiastic about something you really didn't care about, just because you were getting paid? Congratulations, you're a whore, too. You're just not getting paid as much as I am.
When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?
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(Quoted from Sex and the City)
Back Again.....
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Yup, Thats the RoadGot back on campus from Jamshedpur yesterday. Decided to catch the early morning bus 6 o' clock bus to Ranchi.
The roads have,sadly, gotten worse with the oncoming rains, and the bus driver was in his I-feel-like-Schumaker-today mode, which meant i was hanging onto my seat handle while he drove at blitzy 60 kmph (mind you, thats a bus i am talking about). And before you scoff at that, do understand the fact that the roads are narrow, bumpy, and in the rains, extremely and treacherously unpredictable....,Hell, I have seen so many accidents on the turns out here I have lost count.
But thats not what this post is about. What I really want u ppl to kno is that, though the road had deteriorated from what it was a couple of years ago, the early-morning, slightly-drizzling beauty of this road is breathtaking. Scroll up to the pics below, and trust me when I say, they dont do any justice to the glory of the hills the road wades through.
One of the rare times in my life when i have had absolutely no regrets about waking up at five in the morning....... ahh nature...
Hey again...
Nothin much to pen up right now.... Just some really interesting stuff I found while browsing today.
Do visit this link. I found a real novel approach to the worlds food problem, and the common pre-final year I-gotta-mug-up-this-3000-high-frequency-word-list before my GRE/CAT/Placement Tests.
http://www.freerice.com/index.php
Another interesting article I found on Prateeks Blog, and I had been planning to write something ona similar note, but he more or less sums up the case against Narendra Modi and his crucifiers.
DO check this one out.... and I'm saying this coz I'm from Gujarat too...
http://prateekvidya.wordpress.com/2008/06/12/the-case-of-narendra-modi
Nothin much to pen up right now.... Just some really interesting stuff I found while browsing today.
Do visit this link. I found a real novel approach to the worlds food problem, and the common pre-final year I-gotta-mug-up-this-3000-high-frequency-word-list before my GRE/CAT/Placement Tests.
http://www.freerice.com/index.php
Another interesting article I found on Prateeks Blog, and I had been planning to write something ona similar note, but he more or less sums up the case against Narendra Modi and his crucifiers.
DO check this one out.... and I'm saying this coz I'm from Gujarat too...
http://prateekvidya.wordpress.com/2008/06/12/the-case-of-narendra-modi
Ahhhh...... Nostalgia !!
So its been almost five days now since i have been off my campus..And guess what, am kinda missing it...
Dont get me wrong, I love being home. Moms food....ahhhhhhhAnd I am having a great time catching up wid friends....
But a sublime part of me yearns for my college campus too.... the hostel lobby, the fun bakar session every night wid friends, some of the absolutely pathetic PJs cracked by some special friends, and of course, that special some one....
A week back we had the convocation ceremony for the 2k2 batch.....And i can feel wht it must be like, the euphoria of meetin up old friends and batch mates, coupled with the bitter sweet memories of the place that, in a way, having taken your degree, you are finally completely leaving.
All the while, when having passed out, and slogging at your jobs, you still had that one thing to look forward too...
Now thats done too..
How do people handle it??? How do I leave a place that has become my home away from home, and in a way on par wid my own home sweet home???
Questions, questions, questions......Thats the way life makes you learn. It gives you the exams first, and the lesson afterwards, right??
Well, still a year on campus, and I'll hope to cram every second of this year with beautiful memories sweet enough to last me a lifetime...
And to all my seniors, who left the campus this year, we'll miss you, as you'll in your own ways miss the campus, and us. Coz your imprints will stay with us as memories....
Right from gettin ragged the first day on campus, to helping us out with the placements till the end... Thanks to you all.
Dont get me wrong, I love being home. Moms food....ahhhhhhhAnd I am having a great time catching up wid friends....
But a sublime part of me yearns for my college campus too.... the hostel lobby, the fun bakar session every night wid friends, some of the absolutely pathetic PJs cracked by some special friends, and of course, that special some one....
A week back we had the convocation ceremony for the 2k2 batch.....And i can feel wht it must be like, the euphoria of meetin up old friends and batch mates, coupled with the bitter sweet memories of the place that, in a way, having taken your degree, you are finally completely leaving.
All the while, when having passed out, and slogging at your jobs, you still had that one thing to look forward too...
Now thats done too..
How do people handle it??? How do I leave a place that has become my home away from home, and in a way on par wid my own home sweet home???
Questions, questions, questions......Thats the way life makes you learn. It gives you the exams first, and the lesson afterwards, right??
Well, still a year on campus, and I'll hope to cram every second of this year with beautiful memories sweet enough to last me a lifetime...
And to all my seniors, who left the campus this year, we'll miss you, as you'll in your own ways miss the campus, and us. Coz your imprints will stay with us as memories....
Right from gettin ragged the first day on campus, to helping us out with the placements till the end... Thanks to you all.
Hello World...
So i know, I've been a li'l irregular in postin out here (if u can call a taking close to a year off as irregular),
but hell, people, gimme something to motivate me u know.... like a kind comment or two....(wink wink)
Though, to be optimistic and hope someone other than me, and google is actually reading this page, if you are there..
Hi to you...
So like i said, i have my excuses, all the usual ones u kno, college authoroties finally taking the pains to repair our Fibre Optic Cable which was broken some aeons ago... U dont want me to go into that.
Then the mid sems, and then the end sems, and blah blah...
So today i sat down to check my orkut scrapbook....
You see , it was my birthday a couple of days ago...
So, i sat down and saw so many scraps wishing me a happy birthday.
Felt good, but then i got down to thinkin, does it all really matter??
I mean , who doesnot love getting birthday wishes. Also, the fact that Orkut makes it possible to miss none of your friends birthdays.
But then, isnt that what counts????
Isnt the feeling u get when someone calls you up and wishes u, so good. The fact that they actually remembered?? That they took the pains of calling you up on your special day and making you feel good...
Isnt Orkut, in a way, making it all so impersonal...
Or maybe thats the ways things are going.....
I mean, to remember birthdays, most of us use Calenders, or Diaries, right???
Isnt orkut just another, better extension of the same??
Technology is all pervading, and am myself a big fan of it....Hell, i swear by technology.
But small things like this, make me pause sometimes, and wonder..... is it all the right way to go??
Maybe we should leave some aspects of our life away from technology...
Then again, maybe we shouldn't..
Wotsay???
but hell, people, gimme something to motivate me u know.... like a kind comment or two....(wink wink)
Though, to be optimistic and hope someone other than me, and google is actually reading this page, if you are there..
Hi to you...
So like i said, i have my excuses, all the usual ones u kno, college authoroties finally taking the pains to repair our Fibre Optic Cable which was broken some aeons ago... U dont want me to go into that.
Then the mid sems, and then the end sems, and blah blah...
So today i sat down to check my orkut scrapbook....
You see , it was my birthday a couple of days ago...
So, i sat down and saw so many scraps wishing me a happy birthday.
Felt good, but then i got down to thinkin, does it all really matter??
I mean , who doesnot love getting birthday wishes. Also, the fact that Orkut makes it possible to miss none of your friends birthdays.
But then, isnt that what counts????
Isnt the feeling u get when someone calls you up and wishes u, so good. The fact that they actually remembered?? That they took the pains of calling you up on your special day and making you feel good...
Isnt Orkut, in a way, making it all so impersonal...
Or maybe thats the ways things are going.....
I mean, to remember birthdays, most of us use Calenders, or Diaries, right???
Isnt orkut just another, better extension of the same??
Technology is all pervading, and am myself a big fan of it....Hell, i swear by technology.
But small things like this, make me pause sometimes, and wonder..... is it all the right way to go??
Maybe we should leave some aspects of our life away from technology...
Then again, maybe we shouldn't..
Wotsay???